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NNN Hcs With The Hashiras
đĽA/n: the title says it all!! (i didnt include muichiro for obvious reasons)
đĽCw: smut, dirty talk, praise, degradation, breeding kink (rengoku + sanemi), squirting (mitsuri)
đĽminors dni
đĽPairing(s): Hashiras(minus muichiro) x reader (seperate)
Giyuu:
when you first suggested the idea of NNN to giyuu, he was kinda confused
why would you participate in a competition not to have sex? did you just not want to have sex with him?
after some gentle reassurance and explanation however, he agrees surprisingly quickly
not only is giyuu ridiculously patient, he also has incredible self restraint
he would make it to the end of the month, but i definitely think he would have "almost" moments
when the month is over, hes begging you to fuck him
claims that hes waited so long, why should he have to do any work?
the minute it's december first hes waking you up, mewling and grinding on your thigh half-delirious as hes whining in your ear, begging you to take control
teasing him throughout the month will only make him more determined to last longer, if only to inflict the same suffering onto you
giyuu is very, very sensitive and you can use that to your advantage in a variety of ways
he gets really blushy when you tease him, and its only amplified during NNN considering he can't even get himself off
he also has a tough time ignoring it when he gets horny, he just feels like the type to be soooo sensitive and it's torture when he can't even jack off to relieve the painful ache in his pants
Giyuu pinned you down, his chest flush with your back as his cock rubbed against your hole. He was a panting mess, shaking above you as he pushed inside slowly. One of his hands tangled itself in your hair, forcing you to look over your shoulder as he began to thrust into you steadily. Soft moans and whimpers filled the room, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping again skin. You could feel your orgasm building as a coil tightened in your stomach, and Giyuu let out a soft groan, signaling he was close as well. You clenched around him tightly, your release ripping through you as you clawed at the sheets. Above you, Giyuu tossed his head back and whispered your name like a prayer before cumming as well, filling your hole with his dripping seed. "Giyuu- ungh- wha-" you gasped, drool spilling from your lips as he sped up the pace. You had no time to catch your breath, and your hips jerked from overstimulation. "baby, i've waited a month, please?" Giyuu whispered in your ear, eyes blown wide with lust. You knew that you probably weren't going to be getting up anytime soon.
Tengen:
im sorry but he is not making the month
he'd last two weeks at best
you and his wives would probably all team up against him, and this man is unable to restrain himself when it comes to you
quickest way to get tengen to fold? lingerie
just the sight of you in some flashy, lacy undergarments has him practically dragging you to bed
teasing him while wearing lingerie? hes gone.
"fuck the stupid month," he'd grumble, throwing you over his shoulder and slapping your ass for good measure
tengen would be rougher than usual, hes pissed at you for teasing him after all
"hey!" you gasped, squirming in Tengens grip as he practically dragged you inside of the house. You and the other wives had been been training outside when all of a sudden Tengen had snatched you up, throwing you over his shoulder as the other wives followed behind you. Your husband ignored your indignated cries as he brought you to the bedroom and tossed you unceremoniously onto the mattress. Maki, Suma, and Hinatsuru joined you on the mattress, and you turned to look over your shoulder at Tengen. "giving up already?" you giggle, crawling over to the other wives at the head of the bed. Tengen Tengen smirked and slid up to you, pulling your undergarments off in seconds as your head rested in Hinatsuru's lap. Maki and Suma began to grind against eachother to your left as Tengen's breath fanned over your bare skin and thighs while Hinatsuru ran her fingers through your hair. The five of you were in for a long, long night~
Shinobu:
Shinobu is definitely making it, no questions asked
she's patient enough to wait the month, however she will be pissed when you deny her
would totally try to get back at you, Shinobu would wear lingerie under her uniform and flash you when nobody was looking
she would run her hands up and down your thighs during hashira meetings, fingers ghosting so close to where you want her but not quite
she would enter a room and sit on your lap, kissing you senseless until your grinding up against her and then walk away like nothing happened
she's teasing YOU
i don't think theres any way to get her to give in, but at 12:01 on December 1st your waking up to her head between your legs
she would make you work for every orgasm, edging you until your sobbing
"you made me wait for so long, shouldn't i make you wait a little too?"
Shinobu smirked, gently swiping away the tears streaming down your cheeks. She placed a finger on your tongue so you could taste the salty drops, and you let out another needy sob. "Are you getting desperate already, little butterfly?" She cooed, thrusting her fingers deeper inside of you. Another mewl escaped your lips as she fucked you dumb on her fingers, stretching you open and prodding the place inside you that made you see stars. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening, and you whimpered. "Pl-please Nobu, 'm gonna cum, please lemme cum-mgh-" Shinobu smirked at you, smacking your core lightly as you squirmed beneath her. She leaned down to whisper in your ear, caressing your sides slowly. "Shh, c'mon doll, I know you can take it. You made me wait a month to ruin you, didn't you? You can handle waiting a little longer to come~" Your body quaked at her words, soft sobs and pleads filling the air as you begged her to let you cum this time. Shinobu only shook her head, smirking and removing her hand as your orgasm begins to fade.
i went off there for a sec omg
Rengoku:
i think he would make it without too much trouble
i really don't think his sex drive is super high, and hes pretty patient as it is
so yea i def think he'd make it
unleeeesssss you teased him
listen, Rengoku LOOOOVES to please you
if you bat your lashes and play your cards right, he'll fold you in half and fuck you senseless less than a week into november
it would be the roughest, sloppiest sex yall ever have bc once Rengoku is done, hes done
He'll fuck you every day of the damn month just because he wants to, and be prepared bc this man has STAMINA
normally rengoku focuses solely on your pleasure, hes def the service dom type, hoowwweeeeverr, depending on how much you teased him, hes gonna be sm rougher
i also think rengoku would last the entire month just to irritate you because, lets face it, hes much more patient than you
just imagine begging him to fuck you at the end of the month, pleading with him to pay attention to you after he's deprived you of pleasure for so long... how could he say no to you?
the sound of skin slapping against skin and muffled groans filled the room as Rengoku pressed you down into the mattress. Rengoku leaned down, close enough to whisper in your ear, "fuck baby, can i- can i lift your legs up higher?" you nod, head foggy as he tossed your legs over his shoulder. Rengoku adjusted for a second, folding you over and beginning to thrust slowly. Your hips rocked against his as you clawed at the mattress, the new position allowing him to go so much deeper than before. "mhm baby, just like that. gonna make you feel so good after you waited so long, gonna fill you up so nice.."
Mitsuri:
i think Mitsuri would last ab a week before crumbling
She'd be so embarrassed about it, all blushy and shy
you haaave to tease her ab quitting so early, you'll get the most delectable whimpers from her<3
Mitsuri folds from MINIMAL teasing its almost like she wants to lose
once she gives in tho, please pamper her. teasing is okay but PRAISE HERâźď¸
shes a pillow princess at heart and will def want u to take care of her after u made her wait for sooo long
MITSURI IS SO SENSITIVE, AND ITS DEFINITELY AMPLIFIED AFTER SHE HELD BACK FOR SO LONG
she cries sm more easily during sex after being teased for so long, and it's impossible to NOT overstimulate her (she loves it)
tease her and praise her, overstimulate her and watch as she falls apart~
fat tears streamed down Mitsuri's pink cheeks as you pumped your fingers in and out of her slick heat, mesmerized by the sloppy sound it made. her legs trembled and her lip quivered as she sobbed from the overwhelming onslaught of pleasure, and you leaned up to kiss her on the cheek. "d'worry baby, im gonna make you feel all better," you coo, smiling as she whimpers. your fingers are coated in her slick, and her hips grind down onto your fingers with every thrust. "need you.." she whispers, reaching out to pull you closer. "kiss..?" she whimpers, large, teary eyes staring into yours. You chuckle, unable to deny her. "Of course~ how could i forget?" you kiss her slowly and sensually, running your tongue along her bottom lip and gently grabbing her jaw as you pushed your tongue inside her mouth. Mitsuri whined at the feeling, clenching ariund your fingers as her tongue collided against yours. her chest heaved, perky breasts bobbing as the coil in her stomach tightened. you could tell she was close, and moved the hand holding her face to massage one of her breasts as you deepened the kiss. your fingers curled inside her, pressing against her g spot as your thumb circled her clit. instantly, Mitsuri squealed, gushing around you and squirting onto your hand as she writhed in pleasure. "t-too much!!" she gasped, pulling away from the kiss as a thin trail of spit lingered between your mouths. "was that worth the wait baby?" Mitsuri blushes, nodding profusely.
Obanai:
i genuinely think obanai would last like
a week at most
im sorry but this man worships your every move, and theres NO way he can deny you anything
you tease him once and hes already bending you over, fucking you senseless as he bites harshly into your neck
or hes whining, dragging you on top of him and begging you to fuck him just right, ride him until hes a sweaty, needy mess
sex with Obanai after NNN would definitely be much rougher, he just cant hold himself back
he NEEDS to ravish you
you gasp as Obanai's cock sinks into you, his thick length filling you up as he spreads your legs. one hand rests on your inner thigh, the other entwining your hands together as he presses hasty kisses to your collarbone. your back arches off of the bed as he bites down hard on the sensitive skin, a dark hickey left in its wake. Obanai travels upwards, his teeth grazing your neck and shoulders as he kisses and nips at the exposed skin. his warm breathe flushes against your beck as he begins to thrust in and out of you in a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, accompanied by your moans and whines. Obanai pants, his hand moving from your thigh to fondle at your chest. "can't believe you made me wait this long, bunny.." he murmured softly in your ear, nipping at your earlobe. "fuck, i missed this pretty hole..."
Sanemi:
he likes to think could make it the whole month but "doesn't care about a stupid ass challenge"
he cant make it the whole month hes too whipped for you
i think he would either last like. 15 minutes or two weeks theres no in between
Sanemi would either fuck you out of spite immediately after november starts or genuinely try but give up pretty early on and make up some bs excuse ab how he "doesnt even care"
either way, hes not making it đ
prepare yourself, cuz the sex is gonna be ROUGH
Sanemi totally has a breeding kink, and the thought of NNN definitely ignites a feral need to fill you up- not a drop of his cum is wasted, hes bringing you to at LEAST 4 orgasms, and hes coming at least twice as well. hes also gonna finger fuck his cum back inside you, maybe he'll use a plug too just for the satisfaction of knowing that your filled up to the brim with him...
congrats!! u have a feral boyfriend
"s' too much!" you sobbed, tears streaming down your face as Sanemi fucked into you harshly from behind. his hips snapped against yours as you whimpered, face down in the sheets. Sanemi gave a swift slap to your ass and you sobbed, mewling as he fucked into your weeping hole even harder. "oh yea? shoulda thought of that before tellin' me about this stupid challenge," Sanemi hissed, thrusting deeper into your cervix as you keened. "im- m' close-" you hiccuped, warm, wet tears slid down your face as he looked into your glossy eyes. "oh yea? i thought it was t' much, doll- fuck-" he gasped as you tightened around him, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass was amplified even more as you came with a squeal. you came hard, coating Sanemi's cock and the bed below in your juices as your eyes rolled back into your head. "fuuugnck- doll your so tight- im coming too, don't waste a fucking drop of this- its what you get for makin' me wait.."
Gyomei:
i think Gyomei would make it
honestly i dont think he has a super high sex drive, and as much as he wants to please you, i think he would make it through the month with ease
hell at the end of the month hes praising YOU for lasting so long eithout him (in a genuine way, not in a condescending way ofc <33)
hes pretty chill when it comes to sex, but after NNN Gyomei might be a little rougher
he has STAMINA tho
prepare to be overstimulated bc he is MAKING SURE you are blissed outt af by the end
if your not a whiny mess in subspace then Gyomei's not having it
hes praising you for lasting so long, making you feel so good while bringing you to climax after climax for HOURS
he miiiiight fold if u bEG him but its a small possibility.
Gyomei held you in his lap as you squirmed, fucking yourself on his cock as you buried your face into his neck. "mnghh- forget how big you were.." you whine, grinding your hips sensually against his. Gyomei chuckles, brushing the hair off of your forehead and kissing you gently. "do you remember how many times you've come, little one?" your brow furrowed, your head felt foggy as you tried to remember. one of his hands squeezed your thigh reassuringly, and you whimpered, eyes rolling back slightly as you tightened around his cock. Gyomei hummed, taking in your overstimulated state as he brought you closer to release. "im so proud of you little light, you lasted the entire month," he cooed, rubbing soothing circles on your back as the coil in your stomach tightened. "let me reward you, my precious dove~"
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Muzan was so messy for calling ubuyashiki "hideous looking" like that's ur twin boođŠ
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First Kisses With the Hashira
Includes: Gyomei Himijima, Tengen Uzui, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Obanai Iguro, Giyuu Tomioka, Kyojuro Rengoku, Mitsuri Kanroji, Shinobu Kocho Synopsis: What would your first kiss with the Hashira be like? {I did not include Muichiro even though this was mainly fluff} warnings: kisses! so many kisses! A little suggestive in some parts, but only if you squint, very wholesome and fluffy!
Gyomei Himejima
Gyomei is super tall, so you practically had to â with red cheeks â ask him to bend down so you could kiss him
When you managed to place your lips on his Gyomei was pleased to find how gentle you were
Gyomei found himself selfishly thinking for once
He lifts you onto the table, trapping you with a muscled arm on either side of your thighs. He groans as your lips work against his. Gyomei might not be able to see, but he could feel right where you wanted him to be. He was leaning over you, his massive back completely obscuring you from view. âYou are making me break concentration.â He finally mutters out, his eyes squeezed shut. âYou are dangerous YN,â He pauses, opening up his glazed white eyes to meet yours. He knew exactly where you were even without sight. âThe way my heart beats in my chest for you⌠is dangerous.â
Tengen Uzui
Tengen thinks youâre joking at first, clapping you on the back like one of his pals with a loud guffaw while you both sit at a table.
He realizes he's made a grave mistake only after your bottom lip starts to tremble.
Your cheeks are flushed and tears are running down your face.
Tengen leans into your eyesight, an apologetic grin making his face scrunch hilariously. You roll your eyes and huff out a laugh. âThereâs my girl,â Tengenâs grin widens, then after a small beat, his brows furrow. âAre you sure?â Heâs asking you so gently and in a way like heâs unsure of himself. You nod and thatâs all the conformation Uzui needs before heâs cupping your face, guiding your mouths together in a sweet, yet passionate kiss. His face twitches with emotion when you part, a small gasp escaping your lips as you peer into his conflicted magenta eyes. Did he not enjoy it? âI think my wife count just went up,â He states with all the seriousness in the world present on his face. You burst out laughing and hit his shoulder.
âYou do not mean that!â You giggle, but he shakes his head and rolls his lips into his mouth. He hums, looking at you with possessive intent.Â
âNo, I do.â
Sanemi Shinazugawa
Sanemi had just finished a mission, dragging himself through the gates of his main mansion.Â
When he sees you, in a tiny lilac-colored apron his brain nearly short-circuits.Â
You were so cute â too cute in fact â it was going to kill him one day.Â
You shyly presented him with a batch of fresh red bean mochi, twiddling your thumbs as he gawked at the ensemble.Â
Sanemi sets the plate down, walking toward you until your back is flush against a wall. You nervously glance around, trying to decipher if this was going to be the last thing you ever saw. âThank you,â His voice is gruff, but his face floods with a deep pink color. Heâs covering his face with the back of his arm and you suddenly wish this was the last thing youâd ever see.Â
You canât help yourself as you slowly reach out to grab the back of his neck and pull him into a sweet kiss. He licks at your lips and a smile forms against your mouth. âYou taste like red bean mochi,â He smirks.Â
âYou took a while.â
Obanai Iguro
Obanai was somewhat preoccupied with training as you yelled out his name
He came running up next to you, his head tilted in question as to what you wanted
You quickly peck Obanai on the area of his mask where his mouth should be, stumbling back in amazement that you went through with it. Obanai is equally as shocked, his brows raised and his body stiff. Youâre about to turn and leave when he catches your wrist. âOh no you donât,â He tuts, yanking you back into his arms. âI think you forgot something.â He pulls down the top edge of his mask until his lips and a bit of his scars are revealed. You revel in how beautiful this man is as he leans down to kiss you deeply.Â
Giyuu Tomioka
Giyuu was reading a book with adept concentration. You were slightly annoyed by the fact you came all the way here just to be ignored by this man.
So you crawl over his lap, grab the edge of the book, push it down, and lean over to kiss him
When you break away from this kiss Giyuuâs face is a stark contrast to the once pale skin. His deep blue eyes are wide, lips parted as a trail of spit still connects your mouth to his. He sets his book down â the thought of reading lost to the thought of doing that again with you. His fingertips gingerly touch the skin of his lips once, like he believes it to be a figment of his imagination. âCan we⌠can we do that again?â He asks, excitedly leaning toward you.Â
You roll your eyes and laugh, pushing at his face. âOh so now you want to pay attention to me?â
Kyojuro Rengoku
Kyojuro is all over the place
Heâs the one that first leans into you with too much force, bonking your foreheads together
Heâs nervous, excited, and in love. To you thatâs all that mattered
Kyojuro rests his forehead against yours, breathing heavier than usual. âYN, can I kiss you again?â He pleads, yearning to make the first kissing experience the two of you share as perfect as possible. You laugh brightly, pecking both of his cheeks and the tip of his nose before nodding your head. Kyojuro couldnât think about anything else except how lucky he must be to have you in his life. He slowly brings his lips to yours, pressing into you ever so slowly as to not rush like last time. Itâs a fiery hot kiss only seconds after the tantalizing brush of his lips.Â
Mitsuri Kanroji
Mitsuri didnât know how to react when you explained that kissing her was something youâd enjoy
She thought you were stunning, prettier than here even â which you had to shut down right away
Mitsuri hadnât given much thought to acting on her attraction to you, but just hearing you utter the words made her whole mind swim
Sheâs going into one of her overthinking episodes, squealing about how you shouldnât kiss her because then sheâd want to hold your hand and go on dates with you and-
You grab the sides of her face, bringing your lips to hers. The kiss is mildly awkward at first because Mitsuri is too stunned to move, but once she melts into your embrace and your bodies move in tandem, it turns into something beautiful. Her lips are soft and remind you of eating a strawberry. Youâre the one to part ways first, leaving her breathless as she maintains eye contact with your lips. âI think Iâd like to do that againâŚâ She blurts.Â
Shinobu Kocho
Shinobu was tactful and precise about when you two would bump into each other
She planned the perfect time to finally ask you to share in some intimacy with her
So when you popped up at the Butterfly Mansion battered from a training session, you could say you threw more than a wrench in her plans
Shinobuâs bright eyes widen when she sees you limping inside the infirmary. âY-YN?â She assesses the situation, rushing to gather material to dress your bruises. You donât have to say much before sheâs rubbing salve into your shoulders and down your back. Her hands and cold, but they feel wonderful as she works the sap into your muscles. âWhat did you get yourself into?â She grunts from behind. You chuckle softly, wincing at the ache spreading across your stomach. You donât know what takes over your mind, but you lean back into Shinobu. Sheâs surprised but adjusts to hold you regardless. âWhat am I going to do with you?â She sighs.
âPut me out of my misery?â You suggest, earning a jab from her into your sore ribcage. You groan but then a sly smirk works its way onto your lips. âI think for being such a good patient I deserve a reward.â You tease. What you donât expect is Shinobu to purse her lips and while her cheeks fade to a pink she leans down to kiss your lips.Â
âIs that good enough?â She huffs, glancing away.Â
âIâm not sure, I was kind of hoping for some mochi,â You giggle. Shinobu glares at you. âOn second thought, it appears there would be nothing sweeter than another few thousand kisses from youâŚâ Thatâs all it takes for Shinobuâs lips to be back on yours. A sweet, simple, and lovely kiss. If it werenât for the way she worked the salve into your muscles, you mightâve mistaken her kisses to be what healed you the next day. Â
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How these women fuck (or get fucked) by you
A/n: in a messy situation with some guy rn, my mental health is deteriorating and I have a lot to manage. Idk, except a lot of female oriented content for a little while cuz rn Iâm. Yea
C/w: written by a minor!, fem!reader, both sub and dom reader, and all of these warnings go both ways. strap on, oral, fingering, sex toys, lingerie, bondage, marking, scissoring, degradation, exhibitionism, praise, sensory deprivation, temperature play, overstim and edging, role play, hand kink
Featuring: shoko, utahime, and yuki from jjk. Pakunoda, shizuku, and machi from hxh. Misturi and shinobu from demon slayer, and honorable mention yor briar.
Jjk women
Shoko
Purple strap energy. Shoko is a switch but prefers being dom. The only way sheâd ever let you take control is if you really want to, but thatâs not to say that she takes on a particularly controlling roll either. For her, sex isnât about labels itâs about making her girlfriend feel good, and herself. The thing that makes her a dom most of the time is the way that she is often the giver, and when you are she still maintains control over the situation.
Definitely smokes while sheâs hitting it from the back if you let her. Sheâd be balls deep in your cunt and have one hand pressed on your back and the other holding a cigar between her lips, turning away to puff out the smoke.
When she goes down on you, she fingers you while she sucks on your clit. She loves watching you get close and your thighs threaten to close around her head.
Speaking of, she needs you to sit on her face. Please. She doesnât care how heavy you think you are. She will die happily between your thighs, pull her hair too, she will moan.
Double ended dildos are defiantly her favorite toy with you. Throw in a vibrator as well, so your scissoring each other while being penetrated by the same toy and a vibrator between? Thatâs her favorite thing to do.
Utahime
Sheâs a switch as well, but she leans to being a sub, a bratty sub. I feel like sheâs also a big pillow princess as well, so she prefers to lay back and be at your mercy, not to mention it gets her really turned on when you tell her all the things your going to do to her. She will act bratty to get your attention, to attempt to rile you up in hopes of getting a reaction, getting punished(overstimulated till she cryâs). On the chance she is a dom, I imagine her being a cocky dom now that the tables have finally turned, youâll be sore for a while.
She looks so good in lingerie, she likes it when you fuck her in it, while youâre wearing some as well. She will constantly talk about it when valentines is coming up, âI sure hope my hot sexy girlfriend doesnât buy us matching lingerie, that would be so bad I hope that doesnât happenâ (she is a master of reverse psychology)
Being a pillow princess, youâre often the one going down on her. Sheâs super vocal while youâre eating her out, pulls your hair super hard.
She loves shibari bondage, with silky red ropes gently laced around her body. She doesnât like normal rope, handcuffs, or tape. Only gentle, pretty silk. To be honest, sex with her is very ascetically pleasing
Yuki
Sheâs a dom all the way. She is controlling every aspect of your bedroom activityâs, and flawlessly at that. She knows what you want, she knows how you like to be touched, where youâre sensetive, and how to abuse all of that knowledge. Depending on what you prefer, she can either be a mean dom, or a slow romantic lover, or both. She lives to please you, so donât you move a finger. If you werenât a pillow princess, you are now.
Dirty talk with her is so good. She says the right things at all the right times, and her smug sexy voice never fails to make you leak through whatever panties youâre wearing.
She will probably at some point bring up the idea of you wearing a vibrator in public and she has the remote. Honestly, she loves seeing you flustered and embarrassed, all the better knowing itâs all her fault.
Wants you to leave marks on her when she fucks you. She wants you to scratch her back, leave red marks that will show in her back-less swim suit the next day, she wears those marks like a badge of honor.
Hxh women
Pakunoda
Service dom vibes. I feel like sex with with her is equally as romantic as it is almost formal. Sheâs a giver, and dedicated everything she does to your pleasure. With that being said, she is also a brat tamer. So if you act up, except to be bent over her lap and counting each hit. She will give you everything you want, sexually, and expects submission in return.
Sheâs definitely possessive, and when you go out wearing something revealing sheâs making sure she has given you a hickey somewhere on your skin, for when she canât be with you. But when she can, she has her hand around your waist at all times.
Loves to eat you out slowly so you get needy and start begging for her to finish you off. She will draw it out as long as she can, savoring your taste and reactions, but after a while she will let you cum.
She prefers to fuck you with her fingers as opposed to a strap. She feels like itâs too far away from being her, so sheâs rather fuck you with something she has, reminding you that you donât need any man, or anyone else for that matter.
Shizuku
Sheâs a sub, but definitely a power bottom. She cannot sit still, and will constantly have her hands on you. Be that pulling your hair while you eat her out, gripping you thighs while sheâs going down on you, scratching your back when your fingering her and grabbing your face when you kiss her. Please donât tie her down. That would make her sad. She just needs something to hold onto.
One of her all time favorite things is riding your strap. Bonus points if you hold her hands, even more if you hold her hips and thrust into her at her same pace, she will literally ride you till sheâs crying, panting, and exhausted.
Sheâs extremely vocal. Even when youâre gently teasing or prepping her, she will let out the most loud pornographic moans, itâs almost like she wants someone else to hear.
She would find it exciting to do risky things, like fucking while the troupe is in the other room. Your have to cover her mouth with your hand or they really will hear.
Machi
Sheâs a switch because she can do it all. I imagine her being a rough dom, tying you up with her nen stitches and fucking you with her fingers hard and fast. Sheâs so strong, and can easily manhandle you to her will. She will also choke you. When sheâs a sub, I imagine her being kinda shy, she who has always had control of the situation, that control taken away. At the same time though she really loves it, itâs a nice change of place.
Humiliation/degradation with her is soooo good. Her voice is commanding and strict, her holding you down with one hand and fingering you with the other, all while whispering in your ear how slutty you are makes you cum in no time.
When sheâs the sub, please praise and encourage her. I imagine her being shy and nervous, Esspecially if itâs her first time being this way. She definitely has to get used to it, learning to let go for a bit but itâs worth it in the end with how good you make her feel.
Sensory deprivation and temperature play both ways are thrilling for her. Either you, tied up and blindfolded, not knowing what sheâs going to next, dripping hot wax on your body then rubbing ice over it the next, or her in that same place, she likes it all.
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Misturi
A shy sub. She doesnât want to have any control, she just wants to feel good and for you to as well. Probably one of the less kinky people on this list, but sheâs open to try anything. But I imagine her mostly enjoying simple stuff, just touching you and you touching her is enough. I feel like she also likes being tied up, nothing crazy just wrist binds, she likes the element of suprise from being restrained.
Sex with her is always soft and gentle. She doesnât like anything rough or mean, so everything you do is filled with praise and adoration. So even when tears prick in the corners of her eyes, they are pleasure tears.
Kissing 24/7 during sex. She thinks she will die if her lips arenât on yours at any given moment. She will literally make out with you until youâre both panting and gasping for air, but after one breath sheâs going back in for more.
She is super sensitive, and cums from even the lightest touches. She secretly wants you to take advantage of this, please, make her see stars from being between her lush thighs. She just loves it when you go down on her.
Shinobu
Sheâs a switch but leaning dom. I get the feeling that she lacks experience, but unlike others that doesnât make her not want to take the lead. I imagine her to be somewhat condescending in bed, with the names she calls you and how she touched you, like youâre just a dumb little girl that she can do with whatever she pleases. However, if she were to be a sub it would be for your pleasure, and she probably would be pretty quiet and shy.
Roleplay with her is big. It doesnât matter what, sheâs down for anything. Predator prey, doctor patient, criminal officer, youâve done em all. She really gets in character and in her opinion itâs a fun addition to your already more than satisfying sex. She likes watching how you react to different things.
Sheâs super possessive but she wonât ever act on it in public, she wonât fight or yell, but the second your undressed her mouth is all over your neck, biting, sucking, and kissing. She will probably also have you wear her perfume and clothes, she wants to leave her mark but steadily.
She has a massive hand fetish, yours and her own, but she esspecially likes it when you choke her. No matter who is what role, she likes the pressure that is gentle enough to make her breathing slow down with no real harm, it gets her excited.
Honorable mention
Yor briar
Iâm really conflicted on this one. Cuz on one hand, I imagine her being a super shy sub (exhibit A, when loid tried to kiss her) but on the other hand, sheâs an assassin and super scary and intimidating so she would maintain that demeanor in bed. Overall, I think sheâs just happy to do whatever you want. She doesnât have much experience so if youâre happy so is she.
When sheâs the dom, I can imagine her getting into bondage and roleplay. With enough convincing you could probably even get her to pretend sheâs on a mission to apprehend you and get information out of you⌠a different way.
On the contrary, when youâre on top of her sheâs extremely flustered and covering her face. She squirms a lot and is super sensetive to your touch, so even the smallest things get a reaction out of her. That being said, she fucking loves it when you use your strap on her, and hold her hips down.
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ââąâYOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW
WARNINGS: Yandere Behaviors, Drugging, Abuse in form of âTrainingâ, Breaking bones.
PAIRINGS: Yandere Hashiras & Yandere Uppermoons x Reader
Youâre a fanfic writer who always enjoyed writing deranged yandere bullshit, and a sadistic one at that â youâre always making sure to make your mcâs suffer just because itâs satisfying, and they were never spared from the torturous path you laid out for them.
Little did you know that your grisly storytelling would come back to haunt you, for you ended up getting isekaiâd on one of your fanfics, because for some reasons, life decided to be an ass, and the the grim reaperâs scythe whisked you away to the realm of one of your fanfics â and the sensation of being isekaiâd into your own creation was disorienting, to say the least.
After all, the very same fanfic that you got reincarnated into was the most disturbing of them all â your yandere kimetsu no yaiba fanfic.
The atrocious acts you've inflicted upon your protagonist are beyond twisted, like seriously fucked up. You didn't just stop at giving them a shitty backstory and psychological trauma â oh no, you cranked it up a notch by tossing in a goddamn harem of yandere nutjobs. These thirsty-as-hell psychos were so off their rockers that they veered straight into bonkers territory, their obsession reaching levels that would make even a deranged serial killer blush.
They were downright bat-shit crazy over the MC, like, borderline certifiable. It was as if the MC was their holy grail, their reason for living.
Not the cute and endearing kind of devotion either; weâre talking hardcore, stalker-level obsession.
The only one who were somewhat less psycho yandereish was Mitsuri... but then there was Obanai, who was a walking danger zone on steroids...
Every damn piece of that twisted fanfic you cooked up is a total shitshow.
Kyojuro went batshit crazy over the MC because they stood up for him against his dickhead of a father. Shinobu turned into a psycho stalker because she couldn't wipe her own ass without the MC's help, resorting to schemes like trying to paralyze and drug them just to keep them on a leash.
Tengen who thought that he could charm the pants off the MC until he got a taste of competition and spiraled into a possessive man..
And then thereâs Sanemi whoâs the most cray cray of them all... He practically broke the mcâs bones and beat them up into a pulp, all because he couldn't handle his jealous rage and tried to pass it off as some sick form of âtrainingâ
And the demons? Theyâre more worst than the hashiras.
And the worst part of it all?
You were now the reincarnation of the MC.
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đ/đ: this is just the outline but i think that iâll publish this one on my wattpad soon after i finished doll smitten, still debating on whether i should make this one a female or male tho^^ +++ this oneâs gonna be a harem.
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Behind the scenes
Note : this doesn't belong to me .
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Masterlist
Last Updated: 04/08/2024
Giyuu
I love you.
love and lust
Giyuu with a s/o that can't sleep
entering the life of intimacy
touch-starved Giyuu
touch-starved Giyuu, part 2
nsfw alphabet
Obanai
out of the shadows
Rengoku
out of the shadows
Gyomei
out of the shadows
Shinobu
summer festival
Mitsuri
summer festival
Kokushibo
how they treat a blind s/o
behind poisonous trees, blind s/o
Male pillars
sitting on their lap
comfort - you deserve the pillar title
bringing them their favourite food
pillars with an energetic s/o
sparing with benefits
pillars with a sick s/o
morning hours
blood isn't a problem
taking care of their family
celebrating your birthday
summer festival
masturbating when you're away
denying their feelings for you
how they act when they're drunk
how they treat a blind s/o
their favourite place to kiss you
hashira rivals competing for your love
hashira rivals after your death
pushing them out of the bed
cow pillars, farm au
with a s/o that's obsessed with their hands
opinion on an omega!reader, wolf hybrid au
how they punish you
hashira experiencing anasthesia
uppermoons (Akaza, Douma, Kokushibo)
period sex
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xxSabitoxx Headcanon Masterlist
â°â⤠Return to Master Post
â°â⤠Full Fic Masterlist
â°â⤠Imagines/Drabbles Masterlist
Updated Aug.12th 2023
Who made the first move? | Giyu, Shinobu, Rengoku | FLUFFÂ
Who made the first move? | Mitsuri, Obanai, Tengen | FLUFFÂ
NSFW Sanemi Headcanons | Sanemi x implied AFAB Reader | SMUT
Hashira Soulmate Headcanons | Hashira x mostly GN Reader | FLUFFÂ
Kamaboko Squad Soulmate Headcanons | Kamaboko squad x mostly GN Reader | FLUFFÂ
Hashira being called mom/dad | No ships | FLUFFÂ
Kamaboko Squad as Parents | No ships | FLUFFÂ
Hashira as Yanderes | Hashira x GN Reader | NO SET GENREÂ
Kamaboko Squad as Yanderes | KB Squad x GN Reader | NO SET GENRE
Male Pillars Receiving Head | Male Pillars x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Hashira Kinks | Hashira x GN Reader | SMUT
Hashira Trying to Comfort Their Dying S/O | Hashira x GN Reader | ANGSTÂ
What the Hashira Want in a Partner | Hashira x GN Reader | SMUT/FLUFF
How the Hashira would react to you cheating on them | Hashira x GN Reader | ANGST
How Risky is Each Hashira | Hashira x GN Reader | SMUT
Hashiraâs Favorite Sex Position | Giyu, Shinobu, Rengoku x AFAB & AMAB ReadersÂ
Hashiraâs Favorite Sex Position | Tengen, Mitsuri, Obanai x AFAB & AMAB ReadersÂ
Hashiraâs Favorite Sex Position | Sanemi, Gyomei, Akaza x AFAB & AMAB Readers
Hashiras and I love you | Hashira x GN Reader | ANGST
How the Hashira Orgasm | Hashira x GN Reader | SMUT
Hashira DILF Ranking | Male Pillars x AFAB Reader | FLUFF/SMUT
Dad Sanemi Headcanons | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | FLUFF
Dad Kyojuro Headcanons | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | FLUFF
Dad Giyu Headcanons | Giyu x AFAB Reader | FLUFF
Dad Gyomei Headcanons | Gyomei x AFAB Reader | FLUFFÂ
Dad Obanai Headcanons | Obanai x AFAB Reader | FLUFF
Dad Tengen Headcanons | Tengen x AFAB Reader | FLUFF
Hashira as Titans | No ships | NO SET GENRE
Kamaboko Squad Comforting their Dying S/O | KB Squad x GN Reader | ANGST
Giyuâs NSFW A-Z | Giyu x GN/Fem leaning Reader | SMUT
Shinobuâs NSFW A-Z | Shinobu x GN/Fem leaning Reader | SMUT
Rengokuâs NSFW A-Z | Rengoku x GN/Fem leaning Reader | SMUT
Sanemiâs NSFW A-Z | Sanemi x GN/Fem leaning Reader | SMUT
Getting âStuckâ | Hashira x AFAB Reader | SMUT
How the Hashira Handle Grief | Implied Hashira x GN Reader | ANGST
How the Hashira Handle Getting a Tattoo | No ships | NO SET GENRE
JJK Characters and Their Kinks | No Ships | SMUT
AOT Characters and Their Kinks | No Ships | SMUT
How the Hashira Eat Pussy | Hashira x AFAB Reader | SMUT
How the Hashira Suck Dick | Hashira x AMAB Reader | SMUT
How JJK Characters Eat Pussy | JJK Characters x AFAB Reader | SMUT
JJK Characters and Trying to Hide Your Injuries | JJK Characters x GN Reader | ANGSTÂ
Telling JJK Characters Youâre Pregnant | JJK Characters x AFAB Reader | FLUFF
How JJK Characters Refer to your Chest | No Ships | CRACK/SMUT
Cuddling with the Hashira | Hashira x GN Reader | FLUFF
Cuddling with JJK Men | JJK Men x GN Reader | FLUFF
Piercings I think the Hashira Would Have | No Ships | NO SET GENRE
How the Upper Moons Eat Pussy | Upper Moons x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Toxic Things the Hashira Do | Hashira x GN Reader | NO SET GENRE
NSFW Rengoku Headcanons | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Hashira and their Wolf Ranking | No Ships | NO SET GENREÂ
How the Hantengu Clones Eat Pussy | Hantengu Clones x AFAB Reader | SMUTÂ
Hantengu Clones NSFW A-Z | Hantengu Clones x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Tengen & Wives NSFW A-Z | Tengen x Wives x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Brain Rot Gyomei Headcanons | Gyomei x AFAB Reader | SMUT
How the Hashira React to your Death | Implied Ships | ANGSTÂ
How to Make the Hashira Blush | Hashira x GN Reader| FLUFF/SMUT
Personal Hashira Dick Size Ranking | No Ships | SMUT
Where they are Sensitive | Hashira x GN Reader | SMUT
Personal Upper Moon Dick Size Ranking | No Ships | SMUT
Taking care of you when sick | Giyu, Rengoku, Sanemi | FLUFF
When Youâre Stronger | JJK Men x AFAB Reader | SUGGESTIVE
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Tell Me to Stop: Part 2 (NSFW Kyojuro Rengoku x F!Ice Pillar)
A/N: oh man, itâs here. This took a lot out of me, so I hope that you all like it.
Part One can be found here: post-Mugen AU where Kyojuro lives; events take place post-Entertainment District.
Multiple POVs (Y/N, Shinobu, and Kyojuro). There are several flashbacks, which are in all italics and separated from the main text.
Massive TW: trauma/PTSD, anger, nightmares, descriptions of corpses, violence and violence between characters (shoving, grabbing/shaking). One character triggers another and itâs dubious whether itâs intentional or not.
CW: 16.7k words; explicit sexual content. Unprotected sex/oral (F!receiving), creampies, cursing, light scar worship, intimacy, angst.
For the song that inspired this, listen here.
Without further ado!
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(Y/Nâs POV)
Y/N began her rehabilitation training within one week of awakening from her coma.
For those seven days of rest, Y/N had fielded all sorts of visitors â the Master, escorted by his two daughters; the Love Pillar, who had wasted no time throwing her arms around Y/Nâs shoulders and sobbing in relief; and three of the Mansionâs youngest girls, all of whom crawled up on her bed and cried while hugging her.
Uzui had sent her a note by crow telling her he would be by to see her as soon as his wives finished making her favorite treat â red bean mochi â and said they could compare battle wounds in celebration of their feat.
Y/N had neither seen nor heard as much of a whisper from the Flame Pillar.
The Ice Pillar resolved to distract herself from the glaring absence of the man who embodied fire, though every day that passed without word from him only seemed to make that absence more pronounced.
Y/N had thrown herself into her rehabilitation training, as supervised by Shinobu. Because she was a Hashira, her recovery was vastly different from that of lower-ranked slayers, and she worked with the Insect Pillar directly, rather than with the haughty Aoi and other younger Mansion girls.
That particular morning, the Love Pillar had joined them in an effort to recuperate Y/Nâs loss of flexibility as the result of the nearly two months sheâd spent sedentary. Y/N cherished the one-on-one time she had with the other two women Hashira; the three of them had formed a tight bond with one another since ascending as Pillars, united amidst the predominance of male demon slayers. Â
âGood! Now just bend this way-â Mitsuri Kanroji kept a steady hand at the small of Y/Nâs back as Y/N arched over backward, teeth grinding as her stiff spine resisted her movement.
âAlmost there! Just touch your other hand to the floor and hold it!â The Love Hashira said encouragingly.
Y/N stretched her left arm over her head as hard as she could. Her fingers had just graced the wooden grain of the training room floor when her body seized, and her legs gave out from under her.
âOh!â Mitsuri caught Y/N effortlessly before she could crumple to the floor, gently helping her to sit while blushing at the stream of colorful curses that poured from the Ice Pillarâs mouth. Â
âThis damn wound,â Y/N moaned, her hand pressing against the angry red mark that curved from below her belly button to her right hip. âYou would think it would have healed by now.â
Shinobu frowned as she crouched next to the Ice Pillar, fingers lightly prodding at the scar left behind by Upper Moon Six. âIt has healed; if it hadnât, it wouldnât have scarred already.â Shinobu pursed her lips. âThough, I suppose it could just be a residual effect of the Upper Rankâs blood demon art â after all, it was no ordinary blade that he pierced you with, was it?â
Y/N shook her head, though she tried to suppress the memory of the demonâs cursed flesh blade ramming through her back and into her stomach. âThe blade was his conduit for his blood demon art â but I think it was made from him.â
âHow often does it hurt, Y/N?â Mitsuri asked, rubbing soothing circles on her friendâs upper back. Mitsuri was one of the few people Y/N knew who preferred to give physical comfort, and Y/N was grateful for it.
Y/N furrowed her brows in thought. âIn a way, thereâs always just this dull ache I feel, though it becomes sharper whenever I move a particular way.â Y/N pulled at the band of her uniform bottoms in discomfort. âAnd, it doesnât help that these damn pants chafe and rub against it. Iâve even foregone the belt, and it still feels like theyâre cutting into me.â
Mitsuri hummed in thought. âHave you considered one of the uniform skirts? They sit a little higher on the waist, so theyâre less likely to aggravate it.â
Y/N scowled. âI would rather be stabbed by Upper Six again than request a skirt from that pervert tailor,â she said severely, âSorry,â she added when she saw the Love Pillar flush with embarrassment.
âLecherous Corps tailors aside, you may have a good point, Mitsuri.â Shinobu said, eyeing Y/Nâs uniform pants in thought. âY/N, do you mind if I brainstorm some designs for you? I canât promise whatever I come up with will be suitable for public appearances or assignments, but I might be able to come up with something that will at least keep you comfortable while you heal and build back your strength.â
Y/N smiled as she stretched her legs out, bringing herself into a pose meant to flex her hips. âIâd be grateful for anything you could do, Shinobu.â
The Insect Pillar nodded. âMitsuri, you know how to sew quite well, do you not? Iâm afraid my proficiency with the needle is limited to sewing up wounds.â
The pinkette glowed with enthusiasm. âYes! I have an entire room dedicated to sewing at my Estate â if you bring by your designs, Iâm sure I could put something together!â
Shinobu smiled. âThen itâs settled. Iâll see what I can come up with tonight, and Iâll bring it by in the morning.â
Y/Nâs heart swelled at the dedication her two friends showed towards her comfort and recovery. âThank you both, from the bottom of my heart.â
Shinobuâs smile turned wicked. âDonât thank us yet, Y/N. You have agility training next.â
Y/N groaned and pulled on her uniform top, buttoning it over her bindings. As a Hashira, agility training meant that she was to meet the Wind Pillar outside of Kochoâs estate where she would endure two hours of having to dodge his relentless attacks. Y/N got along just fine with Shinazugawa â heâd even welcomed her back, and gruffly complimented her work in the Entertainment District â but that did not mean he eased up in his ruthless training. Â
By the time the Wind Pillar had dismissed her with a satisfied nod, Y/N had all but limped back to her room, wondering whether she could even summon the strength to bathe after such an arduous day. She almost decided against it, but when her newest scar began to pulse and throb once more, she knew nothing else would soothe it better than the hot water in Kochoâs private hot spring.
Y/N greeted the bowing Kakushi who guarded the entrance to the northernmost wing of the Butterfly Mansionâs hospital as she passed by, and she hoped that Aoi had remembered to restock her room with fresh towels so she could go straight to her bath from her room.
She drew short at the sight of a familiar figure which stood outside of Kochoâs office, leaning against the wall of the small hallway.
âRengoku!â Y/N was startled, taking a step back in surprise at the sight of the Flame Pillar.
âY/L/N.â The man who reminded her of the sun nodded in greeting, but his familiar, sunny disposition was noticeably absent, his face impassive and his voice detached.
âI am happy to see you in good health.â Rengoku spoke with unnatural formality; heâd never used that cold, detached manner of speaking to her, not once since sheâd caught him staring at her right before the commencement of Final Selection all those years ago.
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âIce Pillar Y/L/N!â His sunny voice boomed, and Y/N groaned. Sheâd just gotten her migraine to calm down.
âRengoku,â she nodded politely, as her comrade came to stand beside her, all smiles and warmth.Â
âItâs been a while, Y/L/N! I was beginning to forget what you look like when you roll your eyes at me.â He laughed, and Y/N scowled.
âPerhaps Iâll pay to have my photograph taken, Rengoku. That way, you can carry it with you wherever you go.â
Rengoku turned to her, an eyebrow raised in surprise at her willingness to engage with his banter so quickly. âIf thatâs the case, Y/N, Iâd prefer to have one of you smiling. It would do well to keep me warm on those cold nights away from home.â
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âI heard you were called away on another missionâ some train?â Y/N asked him as they strolled through the Masterâs garden following their meeting.
âYes, weâve unfortunately lost a number of slayers. Perhaps itâs an upper rank!â The Flame Pillar responded jovially, but he stopped in front of Y/N when he saw her frown.
âWhat is it?â His voice was gentle, and Y/N shook her head, focusing her eyes on the blooming wisteria saplings that had been planted.
A warm finger curled under her chin and tilted her face up until her eyes clashed with pools of golden ore. âMy dear Ice Pillar, are you worried for me?â He was smirking, and his thumb lightly caressed the underside of her jaw.
Y/N gingerly took his hand and removed it from her face, though she did not let it go right away. âYou are the Flame Hashira, Rengoku. If anyone is capable of defeating an Upper Rank, it most certainly is you.âÂ
Rengoku smiled broadly at her, his hand nearly grazing her own. âFor someone whose prowess lies in ice breathing, Y/L/N, you sure know how to start fires.â
Under any other circumstance, she would have changed the subject, or not said anything at all. But Y/N couldnât help her sudden desire to flirt back, just to see if she could knock him off his feet as he so often tried to do to her.
âYours is the only one Iâm interested in stoking, Rengoku.â She said sweetly.
Sheâd laughed at the Flame Pillarâs beet-red face for the rest of the day.
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âAnd I, you.â Y/N responded, her eyes still wide with surprise as she came to a stop before him, maintaining a cautious distance between them.
A pregnant pause followed, and Y/N made to speak once more, but she was cut off by another deep throb from the wound on her lower abdomen, her hand unconsciously flying to press against it as she swallowed the gasp that threatened to leave her. Â Â
âYouâre in pain.â It wasnât a question.
Y/N shrugged in a feeble attempt at nonchalance. âI suppose itâs to be expected for a while yet. At least until I recover.â
Rengoku said nothing, and the silence felt suffocating.
âWould you-â Y/N hesitated, and inwardly sheâd never felt more embarrassed, or more uncertain than she did then as she stood before the uncharacteristically stoic Flame Pillar. âWould you like to sit down?â
Rengokuâs face remained impassive, and he turned away from her, dismissively.
âI cannot. I came only to retrieve a salve from Kocho.â His voice was just as cold, just as unfamiliar as the rest of him had been.
âRengoku, is everything all right?â She stretched out a hand to touch his shoulder but was alarmed at how quickly he flinched away from her as if her touch could burn him.
âEverything is fine, Y/L/N. I need to be on my way.â Rengokuâs voice was flat, monotone, and wholly foreign to her.
âIâm sorry for not thanking you sooner â for everything you did to help me that night.â Y/N blurted, and to her relief, Rengoku froze mid-step, though he did not turn towards her. âI owe you my life.â
She did not miss the way Rengokuâs fists clenched at his side. âYou owe me nothing. I would have done the same for any other comrade.â He replied, voice tight. âI must get going now. Farewell, Y/L/N.
She was so stunned that sheâd not bidden him farewell back. Rather, sheâd stood helplessly in her doorway, even long after the edge of his haori had disappeared around the corner of the Butterfly Mansionâs hall.
He had not looked at her once.
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(Kyojuroâs POV)
Kyojuroâs fists remained clenched the entire journey back to his estate.
He felt disgusted with himself. He felt like a coward.
It had nearly knocked him to his knees to see Y/L/N up and standing and talking because for so long, he had feared he would never again see the way she crinkled her nose when she laughed, or how she tucked that one loose strand of hair behind her ear whenever she was concentrating â the one that never stayed put in her braid.
But he had not been able to meet her eyes; couldnât bear to bring himself to try, because he had been terrified of what he would see.
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Every night for the last two months, he has dreamed of her.
They were not pretty dreams, not like those he had before when heâd wrap her in his arms and kiss her until she laughed, the two of them living in a monster-free world and at peace.
Now, he dreamt of vacant eyes-tinged blue, unseeing and unblinking and frozen, just like the rest of her. He dreams of iced skin and blood and poison pouring from her mouth and her nose until she chokes, her chest rising once with a final rattle before it falls still.
He dreams of Upper Three, smiling deviously as he aims his fist to deal his final blow, and Kyojuro wrenches his blade down, desperate to finally win.
Only, his blade decapitates Y/N, not the Upper Rank demon and he is helpless to watch her head bounce pathetically to the ground. His hands are covered in her blood, and instead of disintegrating, her body falls uselessly to the side. Human.
As quickly as he kills her, the dream changes. He is in a lively street, filled to the brim with street vendors and women and men offering their services. It is night but the lights of the shops and gambling dens and pleasure houses are so bright that it looks like daytime.
He recognizes her by the back of her haori, and his feet move towards her, relieved to see her amidst the hustle and bustle of the city. He reaches out to touch her shoulder, her name whispering on his lips. But she turns before he can make contact, and though she looks healthy, her eyes â her eyes are white and unseeing.
I donât understand, she pleads with him, it doesnât make sense.
Kyojuro looks around in alarm and they are no longer standing amongst eager entertainment seekers, but among flame and wreckage, the once-ornately decorated stalls now smashed to splinters as fire slowly consumes the skeletal remains of the entertainment district.
He turns back to her right as a blade pierces through her gut, lifting her from the ground before letting her drop.
His hands shake as he reaches for her, desperate to check her wounds, but when she looks up at him, he stumbles back.
She is all wrong. Her skin is mottled and rotting from her face, and her hair is gray and matted. In place of her eyes are black holes, empty and cold.
Why canât I come with you? Why canât I go home, Kyojuro?
Please take me home.
Every night for the last two months, he awoke screaming.
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Y/L/N was alive; he knew that. He knew that if he looked at her, he would not see a corpse; but terrifying visuals aside, Kyojuro had not been able to look at her because he knew what his nightmares were telling him.
Heâd been responsible for her near death.
If the Kakushi had returned with a box rather than a Pillar, it would have been his fault.
The thought that Y/L/N â his Y/L/N -- had almost obtained her own headstone in the Masterâs graveyard had rocked him to his very core, for that had almost become a reality. She had actually died â for the briefest moment â in his arms; and it had been his fault.
Why can't I go home, Kyojuro?
And though Y/N had awoken from her slumber, her corpse still haunted Kyojuroâs dreams.
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(Y/Nâs POV)
Y/N was sprawled on her infirmary floor, preparing her limbs for another day of rigorous recuperation training at the hands of her fellow Hashira.
She stood to stretch her arms and lower back, wincing slightly at the pull of her scar. âDonât you start,â she warned her body, willing total concentration breathing to dull the persistent ache that threatened to derail her entire day.
Y/N sensed movement near her doorway and knew, without looking, who watched her as she warmed up her aching muscles.
âUzui retired. Itâs time for you to do the same.â
Y/N who had been in mid-stretch, righted herself and blinked at the Flame Pillar. âPardon?â Both the news of Uzuiâs retirement and Rengokuâs words were a shock to her.
âRetire, Y/LN.â Rengoku repeated in that detached manner of his that she hardly recognized. âYou helped take down an Upper Rank. Youâve done enough. Let someone else shoulder the burden, now.â
âI see no reason to retire, Rengoku.â Y/N retorted, voice hardening. âAnd unless and until the Master requests it or I perish, I see no reason to do so.â
Rengoku exhaled harshly through his nose. âYou were injured â seriously so.â
âAs were you, and yet you seem to have no intention of slowing down.â Y/N said, coolly.
Rengokuâs attention stayed fixed on the garden outside her window. âAnd I was only unconscious for three weeks. You were out for nearly two months, Y/L/N. That is unheard of and frankly, unacceptable for a Hashira.â
âWhat is your problem?â Y/N was growing more irritated the longer this inane conversation dragged on, and it wasnât helping that Rengoku still refused to so much as look her direction, let alone meet her eyes. âIs this about what happened after you brought me here? Kocho told me everything â Iâm not mad.â
Rengokuâs shoulders tensed. âIt was necessary. Again, I would have done it for any one of my comrades.â
Y/N felt like sheâd been slapped.
âYou keep saying that, yet you wonât look at meâ why?â Her confusion and hurt were beginning to melt into anger. âIf I am just another comrade, then you should be able to meet my eyes.â
Rengoku said nothing.
âWhat Uzui did for meâ that was what comrades do,â Y/N continued, her voice growing stronger as her blood grew hotter. âBut you? You and I both know you were under no obligation to bring me back from the brink of death the way you did.â
âIâm not sure what you want me to say, Y/L/N,â Rengoku answered after a long moment.
Y/N took a step towards him. âI want to know why.â
âIt was necessary.â
Y/N felt like throttling him.
How long had they danced around each other? How many times had they caught themselves staring at the other for a breath longer than normal, had allowed an otherwise friendly touch during a spar linger?
How could he have held her, half nude for hours, putting himself on the brink of death all for the sake of keeping her alive â and then tell her she was the same as any other comrade?
âWhat are we doing Rengoku -- is this to be our destiny?â Y/N demanded, exasperatedly, her voice hard. âWe continue to pretend like we donât care about one another until one of us dies?â
Rengoku remained silent, back still turned away from her.
âWeâve each had a near-death experience in a matter of months,â Y/N continued, throat working hard to keep her voice steady despite the telling burn of angry tears in her eyes. âBy all accounts, one if not both of us should be dead.â
âAnd yet, somehow, you expect me to act as though the fact you carried me back hereâ that you put yourself on deathâs door to keep my heart beating â doesnât mean anything?â
It didnât make sense. It didnât make sense for him to fight so hard for her, to make her believe that someone valued her life that much, only to cast her aside.
She hadnât wanted to wake up, initially; sheâd felt relief for the hairâs breadth sheâd thought sheâd finally met her end. He was the one who dragged her back, and now he wouldnât even look at her.
It didnât make sense.
Y/Nâs fists shook beside her, and she felt the venomous words fly from her mouth before she could stop them.
âYou shouldâve let me die.â
No sooner had she let the poison drip from her mouth had she felt herself flying backward, back slamming against the nearest wall of her temporary room.
âNever,â Rengoku snarled at her, his arm pressing firmly against her shoulders to hold her in place against the wood. âNever say those words to me again.â
Y/Nâs chest was heaving, and she trembled beneath him, her fury threatening to explode out of her.
âThere is no place on this earth where you could be in peril and I would not find you,â he said quietly, his eyes a simmering, fiery orange. âWhere I wouldnât find a way to bring you back home.â
âThat doesnât make sense,â Y/N said softly, breath still coming hard from her nose but no longer from her anger.
âDoesnât it?â Rengoku was close, dangerously close.
Y/N wanted nothing more than to lean in, to close the distance that barely existed between Rengokuâs face and hers and finally be done with all the nonsense. But he had spent so much time avoiding her gaze until that moment, and Y/N felt more lost than ever, set adrift by the look of heat and longing that was mixed with the burning rage in his eyes.
Something tugged incessantly at her gut and it would not allow her to move from her place against her recovery roomâs wall.
Instead, her arms came up to rest against Rengokuâs chest before gently, but firmly, pushing him away.
âNo, it doesnât.â She repeated. âAnd I am tired, Rengoku.â
The Flame Pillar allowed himself to be pushed away, but he looked at her with a small, cruel smile.
âThen youâre right; it doesnât mean anything at all.â
She flinched against the ugly slap of his words. Y/N had expected him to hit back, but she hadnât anticipated his venom to sting as much as it did.
She felt all of the fight within her gutter out, leaving her with nothing but a heavy weight in her chest that she wished she couldnât feel.
âY/L/N, I-â the Flame Pillar almost sounded remorseful.
âThank you, for your clarification, Lord Rengoku,â she said numbly, formally, parroting his earlier tone with her. âAnd thank you for your assistance that night. Please, next time â donât trouble yourself.â
Rengoku hesitated for a moment, his hand twitching as though he wanted to reach for her. He swallowed hard, and turned away, shutting the door to Y/Nâs infirmary.
The moment the door at clicked shut, Y/N exhaled harshly, stumbling back against her bed as she hugged her arms around herself, and she tried to keep herself from falling apart.
It shouldnât have hurt this bad. They were both in the Demon Slayer Corps; they saved strangers all the time without it ever meaning anything other than good will and a desire to exterminate all demons.
So why did his insistence that she was no different hurt so badly?
Because she wasnât a stranger.
Because, while sheâd always known she wasnât his, sheâd still thought sheâd been something.
As Y/N curled against her blanket, an unsettling numbness began to spread from her heart, quieting even the dull ache from the scar across her belly, Y/N realized that sheâd meant nothing to the Flame Pillar all along.
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(Kyojuroâs POV)
He hated himself.
He utterly and truly despised himself.
Heâd been hurt by her insistence that she did not know his feelings even though he was the one whoâd opened the door, yet somehow, it still felt like a rejection.
So heâd hit back, only for her to visibly recoil at the sharp blow of his words.
He would not forgive himself, for as long as he lived, for the way the light in her eyes had winked out.
He did not know what bothered him more: the fact that sheâd assumed that he regretted keeping her alive, or that sheâd said ânext timeâ he neednât bother. As though she were counting on there being a next time.
He knew he should turn around; knew that he should barge back into her hospital room, drop to his knees, and beg her to forgive his cruelty.
He knew that he should explain to her why he found it so difficult to admit his feelings for her â that he had watched his father turn into a shell of a man and abandon his children in the wake of their motherâs death, leaving them to raise themselves. That he had vowed, as heâd watched his father drink his days away, that he would never be like him, would never abandon those who relied on him most.
Heâd promised that he would never be a coward, even if, in all honesty, the idea that he, Kyojuro, could ever love someone that fiercely only to have them ripped from his grasp terrified him to no end.
As he forced his legs to carry him to back to his estate, Kyojuro wondered if perhaps, in his desperation not to turn into his father, heâd become the old man after all.
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(Shinobuâs POV)
Shinobu felt the Flame Pillarâs presence in her office before she saw him, though she was in no rush to give him his salve, especially not after what sheâd overheard him spit at her friend.
âIf you do not mind, I would like to send my crow to collect this from here on,â Rengoku said tightly, and Shinobu could sense his failing attempt to keep his fury in check.
âVery well then,â the Insect Pillar responded just as tersely, turning away from the papers and books on her desk to pull out the small tin containing the salve the Flame Pillar used to soothe the ache of the scar he now bore across his pectoral and shoulder. Rather than handing it to him, she tossed it through the air, the Flame Hashira catching it swiftly in his hand.
Rengoku nodded his thanks and turned to leave.
âI didnât realize it was against Corpsâ rules to care about our comrades,â Shinobu said icily, if not to signal to him that there had been spectators to his ugly outburst.
He couldnât resist taking her bait. âMaybe it should be. It would be easier that way â for everyone.â
âIs that so?â Kocho sneered, no hint of familiarity or kindness in her features; nothing but that poisonous, deadly smile. âWell, if that was the case, then you wouldâve preferred Uzui to leave Y/L/N for dead among the rubble in Yoshiwara, correct?
âYou would rather us be searching to fill the newest Hashira vacancy, with her corpse barely cold in the ground-â
âDo not say another word, Kocho.â Rengoku warned, quietly.
But for Shinobu, anger was her vice, and so his warning only spurred her on.
âTell me, Rengoku, if the new Pillar had been a woman, would you have held her the way you held Y/N?â
Shinobuâs smile was chilling as she relished the way the Flame Pillar began to tremble. âOr perhaps, would you finally confess to her, having learned your lesson from the missed opportunity with Y/N? Would you live out your days with her, while Y/N rotted below the earth, having never known someone loved her?â
âENOUGH.â Rengoku roared, and for a moment, Shinobu thought the Flame Pillar might put his clenched fist through her wall. The silence that followed was tense and long as Rengoku struggled to calm his breathing.
âWhat do you want from me, Kocho?â Rengoku finally snapped, wheeling around to glower at the Insect Pillar, eyes half-crazed in his frustration.
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(Two months earlier)
Dawn was still far off, but the hall of her estate was a mess.
Shinobu knew that at any moment, another group of Kakushi would be coming through the hole Rengoku had left in her wall bearing the unconscious body of the Sound Pillar, and if they did so, theyâd be stumbling upon the chaotic scene that had unfolded before.
Rengoku was still on the floor, legs on either side of Y/N, who was slumped against his chest and fully exposed from the waist up.
With some satisfaction, Shinobu noted that the dark purple bruising around Y/Nâs chest was clearing, a sure sign that she had chosen the correct antidote for the Flame Hashira to slam into her heart.
But her hypothermia persisted.
Rengoku, on the other hand, was beginning to breathe rather loudly, no doubt as he continued to maintain his high fever for the sake of the unmoving woman braced between his thighs.
âRengoku,â Shinobu crouched down next to the Flame Pillar, her hand coming to a rest on his shoulder, which burned beneath her palm. âRengoku, we need to move.â
The man lifted his head up to meet her eyes, his own glassy and unfocused. Shinobu clamped down on the swear building on her tongue â he had fever fog.
Rengoku grunted at her before his head slumped back down, chin nearly touching his chest.
Shinobu tried again. âRengoku, we are in the open hallway of the Butterfly Mansion. Others will be arriving soon. Y/N is completed exposed.â
That seemed to get his attention. Rengokuâs head lifted, his eyes narrowed slits, but nonetheless open. He grunted in some sort of acknowledgement and began to shift Y/N in his lap.
He turned the unconscious Ice Pillar so that her back rested against one arm that curled around her bare waist. His free arm slid to grip beneath her knees, shifting her into a bridal-style position to carry her.
Two of the Butterfly Mansionâs staff moved to help him stand, but Rengoku shrugged them off, surprising Shinobu as he managed to rise steadily to his feet, Y/N secured against his chest.
He looked at Shinobu expectantly and she began ushering him towards a secluded wing of the Manor, towards her private hall. Across from her personal office was a special infirmary room, walled off from the rest of the recovery ward.
Shinobu withdrew a ring of keys from her pocket and unlocked the heavy, wooden door.
âYou two can stay in here until her body temperature returns to normal,â She said, as Rengoku made his way towards the recovery bed.
Shinobu watched as Rengoku, still wearing his zori and uniform pants, ever so gently lowered himself and Y/N down on the bed, repeating his earlier positioning of her between his thighs. He propped up one leg slightly to keep the Ice Pillar from slumping over, her back pressed to his bare chest. Rengoku leaned against the headboard so that Y/Nâs head could rest against his clavicle, though it slumped instead towards her left shoulder.
Shinobu made to grab a blanket to throw over the two topless Hashira but stopped short as Rengoku made to move again.
He seemed to realize that Y/N, while also still in her torn uniform pants and zori, was still bare from the waist up, her body positioned towards the door. He frowned, his hand coming up to graze the side of her arm. He flinched slightly, no doubt at the persistent chill that lingered on her skin, and he moved both of his large hands down over the back of hers as they lay limply on either side of her thighs, intertwining their fingers.
Awestruck, Shinobu watched as Rengoku brought Y/Nâs arms up to cross them over her chest, locking them in place by covering her arms with his own, as though wrapping her in a sweet embrace. Shinobu knew that heâd done so to avoid touching her bare breasts himself, or at least to do so as minimally as possible, while still providing her cover. And, due to the breadth of Rengokuâs muscled forearms, Y/Nâs sensitive area was almost entirely obscured from view.
Rengoku had barely been clinging to consciousness himself, and once she was sufficiently hidden in his arms, his head dropped forward until his forehead came to a rest on Y/Nâs shoulder, opposite of where sheâd rolled her head.
To the unassuming eye, it would have appeared as though the pair of Hashira were simply engaged in an intimate moment, rather than one desperately trying to anchor the other to life.
Shinobu moved to place the blanket over the Pillarsâ laps, before quietly exiting the private room.
âSeal this wing off entirely,â she murmured to Aoi, who had been waiting dutifully outside. âNo one comes down here without my explicit permission.â
Aoi bowed to her before she ushered the other Kakushi out. Faintly, Shinobu heard the arriving shouts of the group bearing the Sound Pillar. She took a single deep breath, steeling herself once more, before moving to check on her incoming patient.
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Shinobu raised her chin, looking down her nose at him in disgust. âIâm waiting for the man who would have set the world ablaze to save Y/N to reappear.â
She cocked her head, narrowing her eyes at him. âIâm waiting for the man who used his own body as her lifeline, and who tried to smash open the infirmary door when he was delirious with fever because he thought that she had died while he was asleep.â
The Insect Pillarâs masked smile finally slipped from her face and her true rage towards the Flame Pillar shone through. âIt is cruel to make her feel as though sheâs done something wrong,â Shinobuâs arms folded across her chest. âAnd it is cruel to you both for you to pretend as though she does not mean anything to you. Havenât you both been through enough? Are you not exhausted as well?â
A tortured look passed over Rengokuâs face. âIt is better this way, Kocho. I do not want to be the cause of her pain, and I cannot survive going through what happened to her again.
âFor all your talk about either of you dying, Iâve yet to hear you mention the equal alternative,â Shinobu sighed, gathering her papers and books. âThe one where we win and you both live. What do you suppose happens then?â
Rengoku said nothing and so, Shinobu continued. âSuppose we emerge victorious â would you truly prefer for you and Y/N to go your separate ways â to never see one another again, or never acknowledge the bond the two of you share?â
âThere is no guarantee that either of us survives, Kocho,â Rengoku said quietly, his eyes falling to his feet.
Shinobu smiled but it was no longer cruel or bitter; it was wistful. âAnd there is no guarantee that either of you die. Thatâs the fickle nature of humanity, is it not? The very reason we fight?â
The Insect Pillar gathered her papers and stacked them neatly on her shelf. âFor the possibilities of it all.â
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The sun was high in the sky by the time Shinobu had a moment to check on the two unconscious pillars in the back room.
Uzui had required quite a bit of attention in order to stop the poison from becoming deadly, though the fact that her combination of the wisteria antidote with the amphetamine had been so effective on Y/N meant that Shinobu was able to administer the same to the Sound Pillar in half the time.
She was exhausted; the strain of the nightâs events weighed heavily on her, but she had to check on Y/Nâs temperature â if the Ice Pillar still had not recovered, she feared that hope was lost.
She pushed the door to the private infirmary room open and saw the two Hashira, still in the same position sheâd left them in. Rengoku was deeply asleep, no doubt from the exhaustion wrought by his high fever.
Enclosed within his arms, Y/N remained unconscious but pink.
Shinobu felt the relief course through her, but she did not allow herself to relax until she reached out a hand to lightly pinch the Ice Pillarâs cheek.
It bloomed red beneath her fingers, and it was warm to the touch.
Heâd done it. The Flame Pillar had staved off her hypothermia. Their only obstacle now lay in getting her to reawaken.
Shinobu laid her hand across Rengokuâs forehead, frowning at the scorching heat of his brow; his fever had worsened more than sheâd anticipated, and he would need intervention soon. She turned to nod at the Kakushi who waited by the door to the recovery room, and the three of them moved to separate the Flame and Ice Pillars.
âPut him in one of the other single-recovery rooms. Tell Aoi to administer the fever medication I keep in my cabinet â it should dispel his fever within a few hours.â Shinobu ordered, as the Kakushi, with great effort, lifted the Flame Pillar from his position behind Y/N. Shinobu gently eased her friend down against the bed and pulled a blanket over her exposed torso. âI will also need a fresh hospital gown for Lady Y/L/N.â
The Kakushi nodded their assent and got to work, heaving the unconscious Flame Pillar towards the door when he awoke. At first, his eyes were dazed, and confused as they darted around him, but as he took in his surroundings, he began to struggle against the grip of the Kakushi.
âPlease, Lord Rengoku, your fever is dangerously high! Allow us to help!â One of them cried, though his efforts to tug the Pillar away were futile. Shinobu supposed the only reason he had not yet succeeded in completely throwing them off was the fact that his fever had severely weakened him.
âRengoku,â Shinobu said sternly, coming around from her position by Y/N to meet his eyes, though he only thrashed harder against the Kakushi as he began to mutter incoherently under his breath. âRengoku, thatâs enough. Youâre safe. Youâre in the Butterfly Mansion, and you have a high fever. Please, let the Kakushi do their job.â
But the Insect Pillarâs words fell on deaf ears as Rengoku began to hyperventilate, his muscles straining as he tried desperately to break free from the Kakushiâs hold. Shinobu was at a loss; her comrade did not merely look frantic â he looked terrified, desperate, and utterly beyond reproach or reason. His heart rate had spiked considerably, and his breath was jerky and uneven, as though he could not fully understand where he was or that he was amongst friends.
As she strained to make out what the Flame Pillar repeated, over and over, under his breath, Shinobu realized that his eyes were not unfocused at all; they were locked on the unconscious Ice Pillar in the bed behind her.
âI can still save her!â he roared.
It all made sense then.
Shinobu realized that he thought they were moving him not because heâd successfully thwarted her hypothermia, but because he had failed â and that she was now dead.
âRengoku,â Shinobu said sharply, trying to force the irate and delirious Flame Pillar to meet her eyes. âRengoku, Y/N is alive. Her body temperature has returned to normal. She is safe.â
But the Flame Pillar seemed not to hear her, as he only struggled harder against the Kakushi desperately trying to usher him out of Y/Nâs room.
Rengoku was becoming more violent, even as the Kakushi finally managed to shove him through the doorway of Y/Nâs room. Just before theyâd managed to slam the door shut, Shinobu caught Aoiâs eye and nodded, the younger girl quickly disappeared into the Pillarâs office.
Shinobu watched in stunned silence as the Flame Pillar broke free from the Kakushi and began hurtling his body against the door, Y/Nâs name falling from his lips in an anguished chant.
Rengoku was so delirious in his fevered panic that he did not notice Aoi slip behind him and plunge a syringe into his neck, depositing a thick stream of the clear liquid that Shinobu knew would have a near-instantaneous effect on his consciousness.
The Insect Pillar felt a strange sense of pity and remorse as she watched her friend slump to the floor outside of the infirmary room, a final cry out for the Ice Pillar falling from his lips before the sedative lulled him back to sleep.
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(Kyojuroâs POV â three days later)
He didnât know why heâd returned to the Butterfly Mansion.
Kyojuro tried to convince himself that it was because he didnât want to wait for his crow to return with Kochoâs salve, but he knew it was a pathetic excuse. Heâd sworn to himself that he would leave Y/L/N alone after their last argument. Heâd vowed that the door between them had been closed for good, and they would only ever be colleagues. Nothing more.
But he couldnât stay away. Perhaps it was because heâd spent the last few days stewing over their last argument, and somewhere, amidst his endless supply of self-hatred, heâd also grown angry with the Ice Pillar.
Angry, because she had put herself in harmâs way when heâd specifically told her not to.
Angry because sheâd nearly died, and sheâd threatened to take the last vestiges of his sanity with her to the afterlife.
Angry that she insisted on remaining in the Demon Slayer Corps despite having given more than enough of herself to their cause; angry that she didnât understand why he couldnât yet do the same.
Angry because she didnât seem to understand his feelings at all.
Perhaps in another life, they could have had each other. Had they both been born into a world without demons, then maybe they would have still found each other and maybe, just maybe, he would have been able to love her the way she deserved.
But for Kyojuro, their relationship would always be defined by a series of maybes, and nothing more.
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It would have been a lie for Kyojuro to say heâd not been struck dumb by her.
She was stretched out on the steps of Kochoâs engawa, legs dangling off the edge of the porch as she leaned back on her elbows, eyes closed dreamily as she kept her face tilted up towards the cooling night air.
Long, lean, bare legs, he realized, an uncomfortable heat creeping up his collar. He couldnât help running his eyes up their length, fixating hard on the supple curves of her thighs.
Why were her legs bare?
She lookedâŚso unguarded this way. Her haori was draped around her shoulders, one of its sleeves hanging loosely to the side and exposing her bare shoulder â how exposed was she, the idiot â and her hair was completely unbound, falling in a silken river to her waist.
It was a stark contrast to the braided crown she wore at the base of her neck. It hit him that, not counting the night sheâd nearly died, he had not otherwise seen her with her hair down.
He liked it. A lot.
âI finally rid myself of one migraine only for another to appear,â Y/Nâs lofty voice snapped him out of his reverence, as the Ice Pillar opened her eyes to glare at him.Â
âIf youâve come for Shinobu, she is not here. Sheâs on an errand and will not be back until early morning.â Y/N turned her attention away from him and back towards the garden, her voice stony.
At that moment, there were a million things Kyojuro could have said to the Ice Pillar. Â
How are you?
I missed the way you glare at me.
Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry.
Any of those options would have been far better than what came tumbling out of his mouth.
âI hadnât realized you were indecent. My apologies.â
Y/Nâs head snapped back to him, her eyes chips of ice. âIndecent?â She rose from her seat on the engawa and faced him fully, and Rengoku nearly groaned.
Indecent, indeed.
Y/N was showing more skin than Kanroji did on a regular day. As she stood, Rengoku saw that she was hardly wearing any clothing at all, save for the haori draped loosely around her frame.
The Ice Pillar wore no top but the bindings around her chest, leaving a sizeable swath of her midriff exposed to the summer air. Whatever she wore as bottoms could hardly be labeled as âpants,â given that their hem ended just short of the middle of her thigh, leaving the vast majority of her legs exposed to anyone who would happen to walk by. Â
The Flame Pillar felt as though he were overheating, and he tugged uselessly at the collar of his uniform shirt. As he looked over the scowling Ice Pillar, Rengoku found himself unable to remember why he had come to the Mansion at all. Â
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(Y/Nâs POV)
(Earlier that day)
âTa-da!â Mitsuri sang as she pulled the small bundle from behind her, a grin wide on her face. âA gift from Shinobu and myself!â
Y/N peered down quizzically at the small, folded bunch of cloth in the Love Pillarâs hands. âWhat is it?â
âA new take on the Corpsâ uniform,â Shinobu replied crisply, sitting down on the tatami floor of her office. âI designed it myself, and Mitsuri sewed it.â
âBut what is it?â Y/N pressed.
Mitsuri joined Shinobu on the floor. âYour new training pants. Altered, so that you have more flexibility and less irritation against your wound.â
Y/N held up the tiny scrap of fabric between her index finger and thumb. âAre you telling me these are pants?â
Mitsuri and Shinobu nodded, smiling.
Y/N looked incredulously at the two women. âBut where are the pants?â
Mitsuri laughed. âThink of it as a cross between the uniform skirt and pants, but more modified.â
Shinobu nodded. âI used the same material that our uniform is made out of but designed it in a way to be more flexible â it will mold to your body rather than require you to use a belt to keep it up.â Y/N unfurled the cloth and gaped down at it. âThey likely arenât suitable for public, but around here and during your training, they should be perfectly adequate.â
âPerfectly adequate?â Y/N repeated, turning the garment over in her hands. âShinobu, these are underclothes! Not pants!â The Ice Pillar could not stop herself from giggling. âMy legs will be entirely exposed!â
âTry them on!â Mitsuri urged. âShinobu and I estimated they would hit around mid-thigh, so youâll still have some coverage.â Mitsuri looked down at her own skirt in consideration. âSlightly more so than I do.â
Y/N groaned but removed her uniform pants and slid into her friendsâ gift. She was surprised at how comfortable they felt; they had a similar feel to the chest bindings most of the women in the Corps wore, in terms of fit. The black bottoms had no true waistband, but fit snuggly at the dip of her waist, before hugging her hips and thighs until the hem cut right above the middle of her thigh.
âHow do they feel?â Shinobu asked as Y/N inspected the new garment.
Y/N turned from side to side, testing their flexibility. âGood. They donât seem to rub against the scar at all.â Y/N smiled devilishly at her friends. âEven if they do leave little to the imagination.â
MItsuri giggled. âI hadnât noticed Y/N, but you have â oh, what did Uzui call it?â She scrunched her eyebrows in thought. âOh! An âeasy and deliverable type of butt!ââ The three girls laughed, carefree as Y/N wiggled her hips suggestively in front of her friends, her heart warm at the care and consideration they had put into their gift.
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Y/N mused that Mitsuriâs assessment of how she looked in the undershorts had been correct as Rengokuâs eyes raked over her as she stood tall before him, an unmistakable glint of hunger glowing in his amber pools.
Until they snagged on the thick, curved gash that extended from the band of her bottoms to just over her belly button.
In an instant, simmering fire of the Flame Pillarâs gaze had been snuffed out, something harder and colder taking over as he glared at where Upper Moon Six had buried his poisoned sickle within her.
Under any other circumstance, Y/N might have felt self-conscious at the mixture of frigid contempt that pulled on Rengokuâs face as he ran his eyes over her scar, but at that moment, it only made her blood boil.
âYou should return to your room. You shouldnât be out here exposed like this.â Rengoku said after a moment, his eyes moving away from her to stare over her shoulder, resolutely avoiding her gaze.
Y/N wondered briefly if it were possible to make someone combust with the fire of their stare. She was so tired and so angry at the way in which he demanded she stay at armâs length yet felt utterly entitled to boss her around.
She decided then that she would not comply. Instead, Y/N took one step and then another, and again until she pushed past him, marching intently up the path she knew led away from the Butterfly Estate and to a secluded, grassy, hilled clifftop.
âStop â Y/L/Nâ Rengoku growled, lunging after her, but Y/N, despite her injured state, was still faster than he, and she twisted out of his grasp before he could grab her and haul her back to the Mansion.
She probably looked insane, and maybe she was -- barely dressed, hair unbound, and striding towards that grassy hill up the winding path from Shinobuâs estate like she had any idea what she was doing.
The Flame Pillar followed.
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Apart from her close friendship with the Insect Pillar, there was another reason Y/N spent so much time in and around the Butterfly Mansion â its view.
Though she supposed this secret area sheâd discovered couldnât really be counted as part of Shinobuâs Estate â it was, after all, up a rather steep and twisting climb from the western-most point of her friendâs manor, and one could scarcely see the lights of the house once they ascended the small cliff.
Her thighs ached after nearly two months of disuse as she stormed up the steep incline, narrowly avoiding the sharp, twisting branches of the ancient trees that had concaved over the beaten path, forming a tunnel of gnarled wood that forced her to duck her head to navigate.
Y/Nâs chest tightened as she neared the end of the path, the steady beat of the Flame Pillarâs footsteps trailing closely behind her.
When she finally emerged from the thicket of branches, she felt as though she could breathe again.
The path had given way to a cliff-top clearing. Soft, emerald grass covered the earthen floor, peppered with various wildflowers in vibrant hues of periwinkle, white, and pink. Towards the center was a thick, ancient oak tree, with a trunk as wide as a small hut, Its leaves ruffled lazily in the slight summer breeze. Fat hotaru floated idly above the grass while the crickets hummed.
The clearing extended to a point before dropping into a rocky cliff. Had it been a night of a new moon, Y/N would never risk coming out here for fear of stumbling too close to the cliffâs edge. But that night, the moon was full and its silver light was so bright that Y/N could see all the way to the opposite of the clearing, down to the summer irises swaying in the warm night air.
It was a pity that instead of feeling the warm serenity she normally had when she came out to her little hideaway, she felt nothing but boiling anger and a growing headache.
âYou need to go back inside,â Rengoku said from behind her. Y/N ground her teeth, turning sharply on her heel to face him.
âWhy do you care â I thought you only did that when Iâm unconscious.â She bit back, and it felt good to see him be the one who flinched for once. âOr maybe itâs when you think Iâm dying?â
She laughed, derisively. âYouâll have to forgive me, Iâve long since forgotten the rules of your game. You change them so often, you see.â
âGo back to the Butterfly Mansion, Y/L/N. You shouldnât be out here. Not in your current state.â He said, voice as hard and unforgiving as stone.
âIâve told you already that you are not in a position to order me around!â Y/N snapped, her words and her eyes chips of ice as she glared at him.
He was so infuriating â he had told her, in so many ways, that she meant nothing to him, and yet here he was, glowering at her as though her very existence incensed him.
âYouâve been nothing but unkind to me since I awoke, and youâve given me no explanation!â She took a step towards him.
âStop,â the Flame Pillar bit out, barely concealing the way he trembled with rage. âDo not take another step. Turn around and go back inside.â
If Y/N had looked pissed before, she looked downright furious now.
âWhy did you come to see me while I was unconscious?â Y/N demanded, shaking. âYou came every day, yet the second I wake up, you stop?â
His refusal to answer her, to even look at her, only made her seethe.
âYouâre a coward, Rengoku.â
Rengokuâs teeth gnashed together, his fists balling tightly by his sides as he drew upon every ounce last shred of sanity, of restraint, left within him.
âGo. In. Side.â He ground out dangerously, his voice dropping into a growl on the last syllable.
But the Ice Pillar took another step towards him, her eyes blazing with a fire that could outburn his own.
âNo.â
Rengokuâs jaw flexed. âY/L/N-â
âI said no, Rengoku.â She was now within armâs reach of the rigid Flame Pillar.
His eyes met hers, cold and hard, but she did not balk. She went in for the kill. âYou have no say over my choices when my life is meaningless to you.â
Y/N watched the blow land, and land hard.
âMeaningless?â Rengoku looked at her and there was a new fire in his gaze, a hot, angry fire that threatened to burn the grassy overlook around them to cinders. âYou believe I think your life is meaningless?â
This time, it was Rengoku who advanced towards her, bringing her within an armâs length, and forcing her to tilt her head up to hold his raging stare.
âDo you have any idea â any at all â what it was like to see you, half dead in Uzuiâs arms?â Rengokuâs voice dark, and harsh as he narrowed his eyes at her. âOr what it was like to have to carry you to Kocho, not knowing whether your heart would give out before I could get you there?â
Y/N refused to cower beneath the intensity of his gaze, her chin lifting defiantly. âDo I know what it was like?â She hissed; hackles raised.
âThank you Rengoku, truly â thank you.â Y/N laughed, but it was devoid of any humor. âI am so glad that youâve finally given me something to work with â so those are your rules, are they?â She was toe to toe with the Flame Hashira, glowering down at her.
âWell since weâre keeping score, Rengoku, do you know what it was like to see you broken and bleeding out on Kochoâs table after the incident on the train?â
âThatâs not the same thing,â Rengoku shot back bitterly.
âHow the fuck is it not-?â
âBecause it wasnât your mission to take!â Rengoku finally broke, his voice rising to a shout. He could not stop himself as his hands shot out and gripped Y/Nâs shoulders, shaking her lightly in his torment.
âYou have no idea how it felt to know that you had died â no matter how briefly â because you went on a mission in my place!â
âTo know that â that you could still die because I had been too weak on that fucking train. Your death would have been my fault, Y/N!â
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(Kyojuroâs POV)
And there it was: the truth that he had tried so hard to suppress, laid flat out in the open.
Everything that had happened to Y/N, the whole entire mess â had been entirely his fault.
His fault because he had been too weak to finish off Upper Moon Three, too weak to do anything but let the demonâs punch a hole through his chest like it was nothing.
Y/L/N and Uzui had saved themselves in the end; theyâd completed their mission, defeating not just one, but two upper ranks. They hadnât succumbed to their injuries until after theyâd fulfilled their duties.
But him? Heâd only been saved by the grace of the sun and the tireless efforts of the Kakushi.
Heâd nearly lost his life and he had nothing to show for it. Rather than do anything to further the Corpâs ultimate goals, heâd only set them back, and nearly cost them something priceless in return â their Ice Pillar.
The woman he loved.
He had no right to love her, of course â not when his reprehensible weakness had forced her to be offered up to two upper moon demons on a silver platter.
Sheâd been there, the morning he awoke from his three-week-long coma. Sheâd been right by his bedside, a sob choking from her throat as sheâd called for Kocho to come quick!
At first, heâd been confused, because he hadnât understood why she was crying. Heâd tried to reach for her, to wipe the tears spilling down her cheeks when the pain had slammed into him, causing him to seize, arm suspended in mid-air.
Never before had he not been in control of his body; it had sent him into a panic.
âNo, Kyojuro, please donât move!â Y/N had cried, calling him, for the first time, by his given name. a warm hand wrapping around the one heâd stretched out towards her, lowering it gently down to the bed. âYour injuries are too grave!â
He didnât remember much after that, only what Kocho had filled him in on later â namely, that heâd begun to panic, his breathing flaring out of control as heâd tried to fight off Y/L/N, a Kakushi, and the Insect Pillar.
His recovery had been long and slow. His wounds from the Upper Three demon had resulted in significant muscle damage that had required weeks of intensive care and training in order to build it back up again.
Those long days spent at the Butterfly Mansion had given him time to stew; to rage against himself. Heâd been frustrated, so unbelievably frustrated over his inability to swing his own sword for more than five minutes that he almost considered giving in and retiring.
And then Uzui arrived, and heâd mentioned an upcoming mission to the Entertainment District, that they had discussed prior to Kyojuro leaving for the damned train, and the Sound Pillar revealed that his intel suggested the possible presence of an Upper Rank.
Kyojuro had promised to accompany him, and then heâd woken up in Kochoâs hospital, and that mission had been taken off the table and given to her.
The panic he had felt had been indescribable; he had narrowly survived an encounter with an Upper Rank, but then he was forced to watch the woman he loved walk straight into the wolf's den, and he had been incapable of convincing her to stay behind.
While she had been gone, he had railed against and prayed to and cursed at the gods, begging them to bring her home, to let her come back to him alive and whole.
Instead, theyâd sent her back as a near-corpse and had laughed at his pitiful attempts to save her.
And then, she had straddled that narrow divide between life and death for nearly two months, and he had been as helpless as a cat chasing a string â his desire forever in sight yet somehow always just beyond his reach.
After his brush with death, heâd made a commitment to himself not to think of his battle with the Upper Three demon, to not waste his skill and energy on the past, but rather focus his fury on ensuring that when they did meet again, he would emerge victorious. Heâd certainly not given any thought to the demonâs slime-tongued words.
Heâd been disgusted when the demon had propositioned turning him into its like â and outright offended that those creatures could ever compare to the beautiful transience of humanity.
But then heâd cradled Y/N, broken and dying in his arms, and for the first time, Kyojuro had understood the appeal of the Upper Threeâs offer.
Because he would rather have lived in a world in which Y/N had been turned into his enemy than in one in which she did not exist at all.
The very thought had shaken him to his core; because it meant he was not fully dedicated to their cause. He had no right to call himself a Hashira; nor did he have any right to claim to love Y/L/N. Not when heâd so easily damn her out of his own selfishness. So he had run.
A coward, after all.
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(Y/Nâs POV)
Y/N was panting, her fury rippling off her in near-tangible waves.
âSo, this whole thing,â she seethed, her voice shaking. âYour whole fucking attitude â has been because youâve had your head so far up your ass, that you thought my injuries were your fault?â
It was unbelievable. It was ridiculous. And yet it was so Rengoku that it made her ears ring, made her see red as she tried to keep herself from imploding.
Rengoku said nothing, but she could see the way his eyes shuttered closed, his walls flying back up as he remained intent on keeping her out. He turned and began walking back towards the path back to the Estates.
âI was right â you ARE a coward!â She shrieked after him.
He froze. She stood there, heaving, daring him to turn around, to face her.
âDo not call me a coward again,â he said quietly, his back still to her, but his shoulders tensed, his fists balling once more at his sides.
Y/N smiled ruefully. âThen exactly what would you call what youâre doing now?.â Her lip curled into a sneer. âRun away, Rengoku. Itâs what you do best.â
A flash of orange and white clouded her vision as Rengoku turned on his heel and closed the distance between them before she could draw another breath.
Y/N did not have time to react before his hands gripped either side of her jaw as he slammed his mouth down against hers, furious and heated.
It was not gentle; it was an angry clash of lips and teeth, but it also stoked a fire so hot in Y/Nâs belly that she did not care, and she fully gave herself over to the bruising press of his lips against hers. She gladly opened up to him so that his tongue could slide into her mouth as one of his hands snaked behind her head to press her harder to him, demanding that she let him take and take until he was sated.
As quickly as it had begun, it was over. They broke apart with a gasp, leaping back from one another as though burned. Their chests heaved as they stared at one another.
There was a line drawn in the sand between them. If either of them crossed it, there would be no going back.
He was a coward, but she wasnât. And sheâd grown tired of this tedious dance of theirs.
Yet it surprised her all the same that he reached for her at the same time she moved for him, the two of them colliding like magnets as their mouths clashed together once more.
Rengoku kissed her like he was drowning, and she was his lifeline.
Y/N threw her arms around his neck and tugged him down closer to her, determined to take from him as much as he wanted to take from her.
The pair of them stumbled back against the ancient oak tree that sat back from the grassy cliff, Y/N caged against its bark by the Flame Pillar.
His hands gripped fistfuls of her haori as though he couldnât decide whether to pull her closer or tug her away. His lips devoured each breathy moan he pulled from her as one hand tangled in her hair and pulled, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
She ran her hands through the fiery strands of his hair, gripping and tugging it as he explored her mouth was his demanding tongue. Y/N, emboldened by the way his fingers dug into her haori, let her hands roam from his hair and to his neck, and then to the rocky planes of his broad chest before settling on his hips as she tugged him flush against her.Â
His control was slipping, and fast. âY/L/N, I canât- I wonât be able to hold back.â Rengoku moaned into her mouth, his hands scrunching the fabric of her haori, his fingers desperately seeking to hold her closer to him. âTell me to stop, Y/L/N.â
Y/Nâs hands only buried deeper into his hair, tugging him harder against her as she slid her tongue into his waiting mouth.
âDonât stop,â she whispered against his mouth between breaks for oxygen. âNever stop, Rengoku.â
Y/N pulled back from him, just enough to unlatch his hands from where they were buried in the back of her haori, and moved them inside its folds, right on her bare waist.
The burning weight of his hands felt exquisite.
Rengoku shuddered as he felt the smooth, soft dips of Y/Nâs waist, his fingers digging into her flesh as he sought to touch more of her, his hands running across every inch that was not covered by her bindings or those glorious undershorts.
Lips still moving furiously against hers, Rengoku bent slightly to run his hands down the silken expanse of her thighs, gripping under her knees before hoisting her up to carry her away from the tree and lay her down in the velvety grass below.
Y/N felt as though she were on fire. The ache between her legs was almost maddening, and she was desperate to have the Flame Pillar sheathe himself inside her, to make her forget even her own name.
If she could not have his love, she could at least have this.
Her hands dragged down Rengokuâs front, coming to a rest at his belt before she began fumbling with the clasp. Y/N had just managed to undo it when Rengokuâs hands â large, warm, and much stronger than her own, wrapped around her wrists, stilling her.
âNot yet, you impatient woman,â he smirked against her mouth. He moved one wrist to join the other in his left hand before bringing her arms up over her head, pinning her to the ground.
Y/N whimpered and rolled her hips against his, impatient and demanding, wanting desperately to feel some relief as her core clenched wildly around nothing.
Rengoku chuckled darkly, the rich timbre of his voice causing her blood to nearly boil with her want, as he made his way down her body with his lips.
He first came to her chest bindings, growling in impatience as he nipped at one breast over the tightly wound fabric.
His fingers brushed against her sternum as he ripped her bindings straight down the middle, Y/N shuddering as the warm summer nightâs air caressed her sensitive skin, her nipples pebbling at the change in temperature.
She waited for him to lavish her soft mounds, but the Flame Pillar paused, eyes narrowed on the valley between her breasts, right on the pale, lilac mark where heâd plunged Shinobuâs antidote into her heart.
Y/N felt a lump form in her throat. Heâd reacted poorly to the ribboned scar on her lower belly already, and now her once chance to finally have Rengoku in the way sheâd so desperately longed to have him was about to be ruined.
But instead of pulling away from her in disgust, he leaned forward and pressed his lips softly against it the healed wound.
âI hadnât realized I wounded you,â he murmured softly, reverently as he kissed it again. Y/N watched in bewilderment as he pressed his ear against her chest, letting his head rest there for a moment.
Listening to her heart hammer against her sternum.
âThe sweetest music,â he whispered, pulling away to look at her not with lust but with unbounded tenderness.
Donât look at me like that, she silently begged, donât give me hope.
But as quickly as the moment had come, it passed and the esurient flame in Rengokuâs eyes flickered back to life. His lips continued down her abdomen, hot and needy until he reached the source of her near-fatal injury.
His mouth paused at the scar left by Upper Moon Six, the one heâd so callously glared at not even an hour before. This time, he ran his tongue along it, from the top to its base near her hipbone, pressing a fierce kiss against its end before continuing his descent.
âI will either have to thank my old Tsugoku the next time I see her,â Rengoku whispered darkly as he pulled at the soft waistband of Y/Nâs undershorts with his teeth. âOr I shall have to burn her sewing room to cinders.â Rengokuâs fingers slid beneath the short hem of her bottoms, pulling them down inch by inch to expose her sensitive flesh.
Rengoku groaned when he saw Y/N was not wearing anything else beneath her scandalous bottoms. âDefinitely burning.â His hands, so large and warm ran up the outer curve of her thighs, marveling at the silky smoothness of her skin. âBecause you are far too tempting when wearing them.â
The Flame Pillar looked wild as he leaned forward, pressing his lips against the lower indent between Y/Nâs hipbones as he kissed his way down to where she ached the most.
He ducked around the center of her desire in favor of sucking softly on her inner thigh. Y/Nâs chest heaved as her hands flailed next to her, desperately seeking purchase, until the Flame Hashira caught them in his hands, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on her palms as their fingers interlaced.
âRengoku - just fuck me already,â Y/N groaned as the Flame Pillarâs face settled between her thighs, his hot breath against her bare cunt causing her legs to attempt to clench shut.
âWell now, that wonât do,â Rengoku tutted, his hands withdrawing from hers as he wound his arms underneath both of her thighs, spreading them as wide as he could to expose her core to his heady gaze.
Rengoku leaned forward and lightly traced up her damp slit with the tip of his tongue. His amber irises which had been locked on hers, rolled back into his head as he groaned at her taste.
âIâm going to take my time with you. Iâve been dreaming of this for a long time, Y/N.â He warned, hands tightening around her thighs as he pressed a light kiss against her slit, teasing her.
In the back of her mind, Y/N registered that heâd used her first name. But the graze of his lips against her most sensitive flesh had her crying out his name, high-pitched and breathy, and she watched helplessly as the sound made Rengokuâs eyes turn black.
In an instant, he was upon her, and he was ravenous.
His mouth latched to her center as though she was an oasis in the middle of a blazing desert, and he was a man dying of thirst.
The way Rengokuâs teeth grazed her sensitive nub made her abdomen clench, and she fought against his ironclad grip on her thighs as they spasmed, desperate to clench around his head.
Y/N moaned, head thrown back into the soft summer grass as she felt herself grow wetter and wetter beneath the Flame Pillar, her hands desperately tugging and pinching at her breasts in an effort to feel more pleasure.
Y/N felt as though she was hurtling towards a cliff that she could not stop herself from tumbling over as Rengoku increased the intensity of his ministrations against her needy cunt.
âYou taste,â he ground out through harsh drags of his tongue up her drenched folds, âlike fucking paradise.â
His mouth latched around her clit, giving it a sharp suck that had Y/N seeing stars. She barely had time to recover, to acknowledge that she was at her tipping point when Rengoku thrust his tongue into her core and began to fuck her.
Y/N came apart the moment she felt his tongue enter her, a rush of her juices spilling over his relentless maw, but he held her hips down and continued his feast. His teeth grazed her clit over and over while his tongue pumped steadily in and out of her, and Y/N was close to sobbing at the overstimulation.
The Flame Pillar kept his eyes locked on hers the entire time, the amber orbs glowing almost ominously in the indigo night.
âI- fuck.â Y/N breathed, grinding unrestrainedly against the blondeâs greedy mouth. âRengoku!â
The Ice Pillar tried to sit up, tried to grab her comradeâs hair to tell him that she couldnât take it anymore, that she needed him, but Rengoku was faster. Unfurling a steely arm from where it had been locked around her thigh to hold her open to him, he reached up her torso, his large hand splaying across her upper abdomen to restrain her.
âSit down,â he growled between thrusts of his tongue into her aching cunt, nipping harshly at her inner thigh. âI am not finished.â
Y/N whimpered beneath the weight of his hand holding her down against the earth and the nearly painful ecstasy that Rengoku bestowed upon her between her legs.
Whether it was in praise for her obedience or a further act of torture, Rengoku then pressed his face flush against her core and rocked it harshly from side to side, his nose and the burgeoning stubble along his jaw scraping against her overstimulated and sensitive flesh.
Y/N slapped her hand against her mouth to stifle the howl that tore from her throat. Rengoku repeated the movement; it felt wonderful. It felt obscene. It made Y/Nâs thighs contract around his head as her stomach dipped inward and a gush of her juices spilled out of her, more powerful than before, dampening the collar of the Flame Pillarâs haori.
For a breath, Y/N thought she would die of embarrassment until she felt Rengokuâs mouth vibrate against her from his groan of satisfaction. His tongue thrust once, twice more into her aching core before he withdrew completely, satisfaction tugging at the corners of his smirking lips.
But Rengoku looked nowhere near sated as he gazed down hungrily at her, wantonly spread out against the grass, the shredded pieces of her training attire strewn about, save for her haori.
âI will give you one last chance to end this now,â Rengoku whispered, kneeling above her but no longer touching her. âTell me to stop, and I will. I will walk away, and no one will know.â
Though her body already ached from the intensity of Rengokuâs mouth upon her, she could not fathom stopping here, not when sheâd barely begun to taste him herself. The thought of rolling aside to pull on the tattered remains of her clothing, to return to her estate and awake tomorrow as though he had not melted every icy reservation sheâd held with his touch, was enough to make her want to cry.
Though her limbs felt boneless, she summoned all her strength to reach toward the Flame Hashira, to beckon him to return to her.
âI want you, Rengoku,â Y/N said, her voice a breathy whisper as tears clung to her eyelashes. âPlease.â
Rengokuâs pupils exploded, his eyes darkening as he covered her nude body with his own. Y/N nearly sobbed in relief as his lips roughly caught hers, one hand coming up to cradle her face while the other snaked beneath her head, tilting it to the side so he could deepen his claim over her mouth.
Y/Nâs hands rose, shakily, to pull at the buttons of his uniform top, desperate to feel his skin burn against hers.
âOn one condition,â Rengoku said, moving his lips from hers to press against her ear, Y/N shivering. âYou must call me by my name,â
âRengoku?â Y/N questioned her mind too fogged by her own desire.
He nipped lightly under her jaw before pulling his face back from hers, smirking slightly at the way she whined when avoided her attempt to kiss him again.
âMy true name.â
With clarity, Y/N realized what he desired. But he had teased her far too much already, and she yearned to return the favor.
So she looked up at him through her eyelashes, teeth sinking into her lower lip in such a way that made the Flame Hashiraâs eyes darken.
âPlease, please, Kyojuro,â she whispered, lancing a hand up his bicep. âTake me.â
The growl that clawed its way out of the heaving chest of the Flame Pillar made Y//Nâs thighs clamp together. Rengoku â Kyojuro â pounced on her, and Y/N summoned all her residual strength to rip his uniform shirt open.
Kyojuro moaned into her neck as his shirt gave way and Y/Nâs hands came to rest against his bare skin, her nails raking down his taut pectorals to the rigid planes of his chiseled abdomen.
Her lips began descending the path carved by her nails when she drew short at the dark, thick starburst-shaped scar that covered his shoulder and left pectoral. Kyojuroâs breath seized as she pressed her lips ever so softly against it, turning so she could look up at him from beneath her lashes.
Kyojuro was panting as she nuzzled against his scar, kissing it once more before gently gliding her hand over his heart and resting it there, letting herself savor the strong, sturdy beat from within his chest.
Just as he did before, she resumed her trail down his body, her lips coming to the edge of his pants when his hands wound themselves in her hair, every nerve in his body alight as she licked her way up the small happy trail that stopped just below his belly button.
As much as he wanted to feel her mouth around him, Kyojuro had been driven to the brink of insanity by Y/Nâs touch, and his resolve was quickly dwindling.
âY/N â my flame â I canât wait,â Kyojuro said by way of apology, as he covered her hands with his own to still them on his belt. He slipped his hands down to grip her wrists, bringing them together in one hand and moving her arms up over her head, pinning them against the grasp. With his free hand, Kyojuro loosened his belt and his pants, and shimmied them down, kicking them off behind him. Y/Nâs eyes widened at the sight of his proud length as it bounced against his belly button.
Y/Nâs breath caught in her throat. She was no stranger to the male body, but this â sheâd never had anyone compare to Kyojuroâs size or girth.
Kyojuro noticed her hesitation. âIs this â have you ever --?â Kyojuro breathed, hovering above her. It did not matter to him whether she had or had not, but he wanted to ensure that he did not hurt her.
Y/N shook her head. âNo, itâs not my first time â but you are the first one to be soâŚwell endowed.â Y/N flushed as Kyojuro laughed softly above her, and she felt his lips graze hers.
He pulled back slightly, reaching to grip the base of his aching cock tapping it against her soaked cunt in a warning and in permission.
Y/N seized beneath him at the spark of hot pleasure that was sent crackling up her spine as he rubbed his velvety head against the most sensitive part of her core. âKyojuro,â she hissed through clenched teeth, rolling her hips impatiently towards him.
The mushroomed tip of his cock pushed into her entrance and Y/N felt herself go cross-eyed. It was heaven; pure, unadulterated, blissful heaven.
He was insistent on easing his thick length into her, but the throbbing between Y/Nâs legs had grown nearly unbearable. He still wasnât close enough, not nearly as much as she needed him to be.
Boldly, Y/N locked her ankles against Kyojuroâs backside, and with all her might, hauled him into her in a single stroke.
âFuck!â he yelled, unable to restrain his volume as Y/N forced him to become fully seated within her. Her core was impossibly tight and so fucking warm and wet that it had been a true exercise of self-restraint not to spill himself inside her right then.
Y/N nearly screamed in pleasured relief at the way her body burned and stretched around Kyojuroâs considerable length, his base pressed flush against her sensitive clit as she began to grind furiously against him, desperate to relieve the friction that made her ache.
Kyojuro was still panting from the way Y/N had slammed him into her, nearly trembling with restraint as he willed himself not to finish before theyâd truly begun.
Once certain that he would not climax like some green boy, he laughed quietly under his breath. The dark sound caused Y/Nâs eyes to fly open, and her stomach flipped at the wicked glint in his eyes as he stared at her like a hunter stalking its prey.
Kyojuro leaned forward and took one of her breasts, harshly into his mouth, grazing his teeth over her nipple hard enough to make Y/N cry out in slight pain before he lapped at it soothingly with his tongue.
âYou want me to fuck you, is that it?â He murmured between his ministrations, leaving fresh marks all over aching mounds.
Y/N could hardly make a sound as Kyojuro withdrew almost completely from her heat before slamming into her once, the Ice Pillar nearly choking on the breath that flew from her chest with his force.
Desperately â pathetically â Y/N nodded, whimpering.
âIf thatâs how you want it,â Kyojuro growled against her breast, giving her nipple one harsh nip with his teeth before pulling himself off her.
He sat on his knees, back straight as he began to pound relentlessly into her, his hands gripping her backside and holding her flush against his strong thighs. Y/Nâs head remained thrown back against the earth, her fingers tearing at the soft grass beneath her.
Rengokuâs movements were just like those he wielded in battle â powerful; all-consuming; relentless; and unforgiving.
Y/N had never considered herself to be a particularly vocal person when engaged in carnal activities, but the way that Rengokuâs cock hammered into her spasming core over and over had reduced her to a moaning and whimpering mess. The only intelligible thing that fell from her lips was his name â Kyojuro.
âYou look so fucking beautiful like this,â Kyojuro grunted out between forceful snaps of his hips against hers, the night air alive with the lewd squelching of Y/Nâs dripping cunt as he pistoned into her.
Y/N looked to see the Flame Pillarâs eyes locked on her breasts as they bounced with the force of his thrusts. Between the moans and whimpers he pulled from her with every punishing thrust of his hips against hers, she lightly dragged her fingers from their place in the grass to her hipbone, and then up to trace teasingly around her peaked breast.
Kyojuroâs eyes followed every move, his thrusts hardening as she pinched her nipple and let out a breathy little scream, her walls pulsing around his aching length.
âFuck,â Kyojuro grit, feeling himself twitch within her as he watched Y/N play with herself, spurring him to go faster, deeper within her.
He moved his hand under one of her knees and lifted her leg over his shoulder, allowing him to plunge deeper into her silken heat, and he teasingly drew his fingers up and down her outer thigh.
At that moment, as Kyojuro was poised against the silhouette of the moon, his amber eyes glowing as he watched where he appeared and disappeared inside her, the realization hit Y/N like a storm, and it knocked her entirely off her axis.
She was in love with Kyojuro.
Who else could make her feel so sacred and yet so angry? Who else had been capable of slipping past every wall sheâd built within herself, capable of getting her to let her guard down before consuming her so furiously she had not realized sheâd ever been in danger?
He was fire, she was ice. One of them had to give to the other. Sheâd just always thought it would be him giving into her.
Yet there, beneath the moonlight, her climax rising above her like a tidal wave, Y/N realized that she was powerless against the waves that rose to pull her under, to never again let her up for air.
Distantly, Y/N felt the Flame Pillarâs callused thumb find her clit and her climax slammed into her, and she succumbed to the endless sea called Kyojuro.
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As Y/N broke apart around him, Kyojuro swore heâd never seen anything as beautiful in his entire life.
She shattered over him with the prettiest scream heâd ever heard, and he could barely make out the drawn-out syllables of his name as her hips jerked up against his while her inner walls threatened to squeeze the life from him.
Y/N finally collapsed back against the ground, her body limp from the exhaustion of her pleasure. Kyojuro then moved in chase of his own release, his hips pressed solidly against hers as he rutted his cock deep within her.
âFuck,â he groaned, his hands tightening around Y/Nâs waist. The familiar electricity of impending release tingled at the base of Kyojuroâs spine, and his stomach began to clench as he began his ascent to his climax. Â âY/N â I am going to finish soon,â his head was thrown back, and his groans were loud enough to alert anyone nearby of exactly what was transpiring between the two Hashira. âPlease â tell me where--â
âInside,â Y/N gasped, her legs tightening around Kyojuroâs hips in a feeble attempt to keep him within her, to ensure that he wouldnât yet leave her. âPlease, Kyojuro, stay.â
Kyojuro was a rational man, and he knew of one major reason not to allow his seed to spill inside Y/Nâs heavenly body. But all those rationalities flew out the window at the sound of her wanton and needy whimpers and the way her heat fluttered around him and Kyojuro did not think he could pull out of her if he wanted to.
Kyojuroâs thrusts became more and more frenzied and bruising, with the Flame Hashira hardly dragging his twitching length out of her as he neared his own climax.
âHold onto me,â he panted, falling forward so that his chest was pressed flush against Y/Nâs, one arm going to wrap around her waist while the other snaked over to where her arm lay in the grass, gripping her wrist to pin it up over her head as his fingers interlocked tightly with hers.
Y/N hiked her legs higher up his waist, crossing them at her shins so that he was buried deep within her. Her free arm looped under the one he had braced above her head to wrap around his back, her fingers digging into the rippling muscle and scarred skin that littered his shoulders.
âMake me yours, Kyojuro,â she whispered against his neck, squeezing his hips with her thighs.
Y/N felt his entire body tense at her words and Kyojuroâs moans turned into shouts as he gave one final, deep thrust within her before he exploded. His hand tightened fiercely around hers with the force of his climax,
The pleasure that surged up his spine had been white hot as he pushed himself as deeply as he could possibly go within Y/Nâs vice-like core. Kyojuro was not a novice to pleasure, but he had never finished as hard or as much as he did buried within her.
Kyojuro canted his hips, prolonging his release as he continued to empty himself into her, coming down from his earth-shattering high. Y/N mewled against his throat, her lips brushing against his sensitive pulse point as her legs spasmed. once more around his hips.
He finally stilled within her, arms shaking as he braced himself above her, to keep from crushing the exhausted woman beneath him.
He lowered his head down to her level. âAre you all right, my flame?â He panted, pressing a kiss between her brows before he rested his forehead heavily against hers.
She looked up at him from under her eyelashes and nodded shakily.
He no longer could keep himself from collapsing against Y/N, but as he fell forward, he gripped her and rolled, pulling her to his chest with his leaking cock still nestled deeply between her legs. Â
âI donât want to push you away,â Kyojuro murmured softly after a moment, his chest finally easing as his breathing slowed.
Y/N made a show of looking down to where they were still joined, the Flame Pillarâs pearly seed slowly leaking out of her and onto the grass below them. âI think Iâm about as close to you as physically possible, Rengoku.â
Kyojuro rolled his eyes and ground his hips slightly into her, causing Y/N to squeak against him.
âQuiet, woman, Iâm trying to apologize to you.â He trailed his fingers up and down her spine as she nestled back against his chest, chin perched on his pectoral as she waited for him to continue.
âI was just so angry. After the incident on the train, when I woke up in Kochoâs hospital â I was furious. With myself.â Amber eyes met hers and softened to pools of melted honey. âIt was never you I was angry with.â
Y/N held his gaze evenly, her voice firm. âBut you took it out on me all the same.â It wasnât an angry accusation â it was the truth; ugly and sharp. But it was real, and so was the tentative, knowing hope in her eyes.
âYes,â Kyojuro breathed. âYes, I did. And I am so sorry for it, Y/N.â His hand reached up to gently cup the side of her face, thumb smoothing over the soft expanse of her cheek. âMay I ask for your forgiveness?â
Y/N leaned her head into his warm palm, and smiled, softly.
âYou may ask, Kyojuro.â
He brushed his thumb along her lower lip. âCan you forgive me, Y/N?â
Y/N threw a leg out over his other hip, straddling him beneath her, though moving so fluidly that they remained connected at their base.
She rolled her hips against his, and he felt himself begin to harden within her once more. Kyojuro moaned softly, head falling back against the earth as he brought his hands up to steady her, fingers digging gently into her hips as she repeated the movement, again and again, until heâd fully stiffened within her.
âYes Kyojuro,â she sighed, hands coming to brace themselves against his abdomen as she began to ride him. âI forgive you.â
Kyojuro groaned, his head thrown back as he began to gently grind up into her, goosebumps erupting over his flesh as she lightly raked her nails over his pectorals and the hard ridges of his abdomen.
He wanted so very badly to lose himself within his pleasure, to allow Y/N to consume him whole and never let him go again, but his atonement was not complete.
Because Y/N had given him every opportunity to confess to her before, and he had been careless with them; she would not open that door herself again.
So he would.
âAnd may I give you my heart, Y/N?â He asked, his hands gliding sensually up from her hips to brace themselves on either side of her sensitive waist, squeezing her firmly.
Her pace had stuttered slightly once his words registered, eyes widening as she looked down at him, and Kyojuro hated that he was the reason the shadow of doubt lingered in her eyes.
âIs it truly mine?â She breathed, resuming the intoxicating rise and fall and push and grind of her hips, breasts beginning to bounce as she picked up her pace.
Kyojuroâs mouth watered, but he restrained himself, holding her gaze. âIt was only ever yours, Y/N.â
Y/N cried out then, her hips beginning to drop and roll into his with urgency. By the way her damp heat began to pulse and constrict around him, Kyojuro knew that she was barreling towards her release once more.
One hand left its searing position at her waist to drift down to where they were connected, his rough thumb toying with the sensitive nub that had her heavenly cunt squeezing him for dear life.
âMy beautiful flame,â he moaned, âhow lucky I am to have such a darling god be the keeper of my heart.â
Kyojuro rolled into her from below again, the hand still braced on her waist guiding himself to push deeper into her, as his thumb began to press harder into the apex of her thighs.
âSweet tempest, please,â Kyojuro panted, the relentless squeeze of Y/Nâs walls around his aching length beginning to drive him to the point of madness. âPlease, may I have your love?â
Y/Nâs moans were piercing as she half-sobbed above him, head thrown back into the night sky, the hoary glow of the moon making her look like a celestial deity given human form as she writhed above him.
âYes!â Y/N cried, âYes Kyojuro, you have always had my love!â
The moment the words fell from her lips, Kyojuro jolted upright, coming into a sitting position as Y/Nâs legs instantly wrapped around him. He wound one arm around her waist to bounce her in his lap, the other moving to circle his fingers around her nub.
Kyojuro nuzzled her nose with his own, his lips mere centimeters from hers as he pressed his forehead against her and held her eyes. âThen come for me, Y/N,â he murmured, his breath tickling her lips as he nuzzled her again. âCome for me, my love.â
Y/N seized around him like a vice, her head falling back as she unleashed a euphoric cry.
The force of her climax had caused her to arch backward in Kyojuroâs lap, thrusting her breasts up and forward, and Kyojuro bent to suck one into his greedy mouth, his own release imminent. The warm sticky rush of her pleasure combined with the way her velvety, molten walls constricted around him had Kyojuro seeing stars as his seed shot into her, hot and fast, his strangled groan muffled only by the soft plush of Y/Nâs breast as he filled her to her brim for the second time that night.
For a long moment, neither Pillar said anything as they came down from their mutual highs, Y/Nâs head pressed against Kyojuroâs shoulder while the Flame Pillar kept his arms firmly around her waist, his fingers trailing up and down her spine.
âY/N, are you all right?â He murmured into her ear, still buried deep within her heat.
Y/N nodded sleepily against his skin, savoring how full and complete she felt perched in his lap.
âI love you, Kyojuro.â She said so softly that the Flame Pillar thought his heart might break. Kyojuro pulled away slightly to bring his fingers beneath her chin where she lay against his shoulder. Gently, he tilted her face towards his and captured her lips with his own. Â
âMy darling flame,â He murmured against her lips as they broke apart, his eyes sweeping over her face, committing every detail of her beauty to memory. âThank you.â
Y/N gave him a lazy smile. âI cannot be your flame, Kyojuro,â she teased, âNot when I am made of ice.â
Kyojuro flipped her back beneath him and danced his lips teasingly across the bridge of her nose. âDonât you know, my beautiful foil, that ice can burn just as well as flame?â He pressed a feather-light kiss against her lips. âAnd I have been consumed by your silvery fire since I first laid eyes on you at Final Selection.â
Y/N looked up at him in wonder, her hand coming to rest against his face as she adoringly caressed his cheek.
âI love you, Y/N. I am so sorry it took me until now to say it.â
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Epilogue
Y/N made back it into her room, sight unseen, just as dawn had crept over the horizon.
Feet bare, she padded softly over to her waiting bed, shrugging out of Kyojuroâs uniform shirt and falling into her blankets, not caring at the growing discomfort she felt as the Flame Pillarâs seed dried in her undershorts.
She just wanted to sleep.
Y/N and Kyojuro had come together twice more before the pair realized that morning was imminent, and they needed to return to their respective dwellings before anyone noticed they were gone.
Y/N had lamented that Kyojuro had shredded her chest bindings beyond salvation and had worried sheâd be forced to sneak back into the Butterfly Mansion with nothing but her haori to cover her bare chest when Kyojuro slid his uniform shirt over her shoulders.
âNo one will think twice if they see me bare,â heâd said by way of explanation, gaze dropping momentarily to appreciate the marks he had left dotted across her breasts before rising back to her face. âI would like to keep you hidden, however.â
Kyojuro then fastened each button one by one, beginning from the bottom as he kissed his way up Y/Nâs torso until his lips found the sensitive spot beneath her jaw, which heâd nipped.
It had taken everything in her not to throw him down and have him for the fifth time.
Kyojuro had walked with her as far as the edge of the path back to Shinobuâs before parting her with a sweet kiss and a promise to return to her later in the morning. He had also mentioned, somewhat mischievously, that he would be inquiring into when Y/N could expect to be discharged from the Butterfly Mansion and return to her own Estate.
Her empty, person-free estate.
Y/N collapsed into her bed, ready to sleep for a precious few hours before her training would begin anew.
âSo, do you mind sharing where youâve been all night?â A dangerously sweet voice chirped from over by the door.
Y/N shot up out of her bed, stomach falling out of her ass, as she faced the smiling, enraged Insect Pillar seated primly atop her wooden stool opposite of her.
âI was quite worried, you know,â Shinobu tutted, the honey of her smile poisoned by the violence in her eyes.
Y/N had never been one to be at a loss for words, a quick comment, or a snappy retort always on hand when the situation called for it.
But to her horror, her mind had gone dreadfully blank, and her tongue was swollen stupid in her mouth.
Shinobu smiled like she knew, eyes slowly looking her over, and Y/N was left with the uncomfortable feeling that her friend could see every way sheâd allowed Kyojuro to utterly defile her.
âWill you be in need of a contraceptive?â Shinobu asked lightly, and Y/N felt like she would drop dead right then and there.
ââŚYes, please.â She managed to squeak, and the Insect Pillar turned to leave.
âI will bring it with your breakfast.â Her hand closed around the doorknob but stilled.
âAnd Y/N?â
The Ice Pillar whimpered as her friend turned to look back at her, all smiles and throbbing forehead veins.
âIf you ever keep the younger girls awake from the sounds of your activities with the Flame Pillar again, I will poison you both.â
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KNY Incorrect quotes#48...In a fight right?
A typical day in the Hashira headquarters-
Shinobu: Gyomei is so much bigger than you
Tiny Hashira!Y/n*Watching Gyomei train Genya from afar* I could take him...
Uzui*just entering the conversation*-In a fight, right?
Tiny Hashira!Y/n*Looks confused at him* Why would I fight Gyomei?
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Girls night
Paring: Shinobu x Fem!reader
Synopsis: Date night with a lot of sexual tension
Content: Sapphic relationship, Dom shinobu/sub reader, drinking (no ones drunk), finger fucking, âď¸âď¸âď¸, reader is described to have boobs (Big or medium sized however you wanna think of it kekeke), SMUTđš, public sex.
Word count: 1.3k
A/n: Shinobu leaks being shown to me during my Ovulation week??? I swear I need this woman to slut me out.
"Shinobu!!!" You whisper scream at Shinobu, flustered by her words. Shinobu swirls her wine around in your glass and takes her eyes off to look at your flustered expression, "You're acting like anyone will hear me. I did get a private dining room for us in this restaurant, you know," Shinobu teases, letting out a giggle.
"Besides, I am telling the truth. Your boobs sit perfectly in that dress. I love it when you wear western clothing when we go out." Shinobu said. Her eyes glued onto your tits as she licked her bottom lip and bites it softly, already eager to taste them. You couldn't deny it. You wanted Shinobu, too. You wanted her now, but the thought of anyone catching you two in the act made you nervous, yet excited in your own sick way.
Speaking of anyone, your waiter excuses himself, letting him know he's coming in and pushes the mesh away to enter to refill your wine glasses. "Is there anything else you need?" He asked, and then, Shinobu spoke. "There is. I'd like for no further interruptions until I call for a waiter myself," She said. Given her title as a hashira, she has that authority, even in public places like this.
The waiter nods and takes his leave to tell anyone else not to come into your private dining room. There was a moment of silence as you and Shinobu stared at each other across from the table. It's almost as if you both were waiting for one to crack, but luckily, it wasn't you. When Shinobu wants you, her lust will put all pride aside just to have you.
Shinobu stood up and walked over to your side of the table. She sat next to you and gestured for you to come sit on her lap, which you do. Your hands place on her arms as you staddle her lap, and without hesitation, her hands made their way to your tits. "I know I watched you get ready, but no bra? Did you really want to get me excited like this and play with your pretty nipples?" Shinobu grins as her thumbs brush across your nipples.
"Haah-" Your mouth opened to let out a soft moan, but you quickly suppress it by biting your bottom lip. "Come on now. Answer my question, pretty girl." Shinobu's thumbs continued to brush over your nipples. Your nipples harden and make an outline on your dress, only exciting Shinobu more. "I-it wasn't intended at first. I just- hmhm~" you moan as you felt her fingers rub on your sensitive nipples.
*just what?" Shinobu whispered against your skin. Her lips kiss your boob before sinking her teeth in gently, looking up at you with narrowed eyes filled with such lust as she watches every reaction you make from her touch. You back arches, gasping from her bite, and you finally speak. "I-i was hoping I'd excite you enough to take this at home~" you whimper softly, feeling the air hit your bare tits once Shinobu pushed the fabric of your dress open more to expose them to her face.
"And excite me you did~" Shinobu chuckled, sliding her hand between your thighs to rub at your clit and taking your nipple between your lips. "But I can't wait till we get home. I need you now y/n" Shinobu's breaths become heavier, sucking and licking your nipple through her words and then, switching over to the other nipple.
"Shinobu~ oh gosh~" your head tilts back, turning a bit to look at the mash door, hoping no one comes in but Shinobu's arm wrap around your waist and pushes you down to the floor with her on top. "Don't worry. No one is coming in. Just focus on me making you feel good~" Her delicate hand cupped your cheek, shifting your gaze away from the door to her.
"Don't stop Shinobu~" you begged. Your hands lift up your dress and you slide your panties down, just past your inner thighs before Shinobu takes them off herself. You brought the back of your habd to your mouth, moaning as you feel hee slender fingers rub your clit and wet folds. "So wet already. I can't wait to rub my pussy on this wet one~" Shinobu sinked two fingers in your wet pussy as her lips went back to your tit, almost trying to take it whole in her mouth.
Your eyes shut as you feel Shinobu's fingers thrust inside you. Her finger curling with each thrust inside to tease your spot. "I know you like my stap better, but you're okay with being stuffed like this, right? Or do you need more fingers for your needy pussy to clench down on" Shinobu slipped her fingers out for a moment to slap your clit, then slowly thrust three of her fingers inside you.
Your back arches and your thighs shut around her hand. Once her fingers made it in with ease, she thrust them in slow before picking up the pace and fucking her fingers in you. Your whimpers grew Louder. You felt like the room got hotter with the rush of pleasure throughout your body, you wanted to tell Shinobu you were about to cum but she pressed her lips on yours.
"Shhh, shh baby. That's it. Just cum for me, mhm~" she said through her kisses, swallowing your cute moans to keep your voice down. Shinobu watches a tear roll down from your shut eyes and feels your hips buck in her hand as you cum on her fingers. You long whimper and shakey breaths mixed in with her soft moans as she felt your wet, gummy walls thob with her fingers inside.
Shinobu pulled her lips away, making you both gasp. Shinobu took her kimono off and then pulled her panties down to come on top of you, swing her leg aross, lining her pussy up with yours. "Hurry Shinobu~ I wanna cum again~" you say through a soft whimper as your hands grab onto her hips. "I love when you beg~" Shinobu said, holding down her moan once her clit presses down on yours.
"So-" she thrust her hips, "fucking-" another thrust, "much- ooh gosh, y/n~" Shinobu moans close to your lips as her hips thrust, grinding her pussy down on yours. "Just like that~" you whispered as your hand move from her hips to one grabbing Shinobu's ass and the other grabbing her thigh as if your were applying more pressure to the pleasure of your clit with her's.
"Yeah, like that?" Shinobu kept thrusting, bringing her lips down your your jiggling tits and places wet kisses on them, leaving her lipstick marks on your skin. "You're so wet, baby~ haa~ you're driving me crazy. I'm getting so close~" Shinobu's brows knit together as her mouth hangs open with held back moans but loud enough for you to hear.
The blush on her cheeks almost turned you on more as you and Shinobu both desperately grind your clits together, feeling your clits throb and then pulling each other into a sloppy heated kiss.
You moan into each other, tasting each others tounges as you swirl it around each other. You start to feel your lipstick being Smired off with Shinobu's during the intense and rough kiss, but you could care less in this moment. In fact, her lipstick already looked so pretty on your tits so having it messed up on your mouth, along with hers, made it even better for you both.
"M'cumming- Oh my God, I'm cumming y/n- o-oh fuck~!" Shinobu whimperd, quickly hugging your body close to hers tightly as she let out a loud moan on your shoulder. Your leg wrapped around Shinobu's waist as you held onto her too, moaning on her shoulder as you cum, feeling each others wetness. Shinobu catches her breath before letting you go and sits up, looking down at you catching your breath as well.
"Wanna do it again?" She smirked. You rolled your eyes and sighed.
"Let's pay the check and leave~"
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GANG⌠letâs wear bows and not tell her
Damn⌠YALL FAKERS
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"I watch demon slayer for the plot"
The plot :
#I NEED TO BE SEDATED#kny men have mercy on my soul#obanai so underrated (i can have him for myself)#y'all can take the rest#dare i add the kny fathers too?#but this is NOT abt them old gas bags#demon slayer#kny spoilers#tomioka giyuu#uzui tengen#iguro obanai#demon slayer Ă reader#kny Ă reader#kny smut#uzui Ă reader#giyuu Ă reader#obanai Ă reader#sanemi Ă reader#kny season 4#mitsuri#shinobu#kny angst#demon slayer spoilers#âwhat about rengokuâ the dead shall not have a say in this#hashira
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Headcanons of the hashiras and their ideal weddings!!
(I WANT TO GET MARRIED :()
This is such a cute idea! The Hashiras would be such good spouses let's be honest. I wrote this as reader being a wife, I hope that's okay.
Also AHHH, I want to get married too! Then I'd have someone legally forced to help me stage fic scenarios and be a source of inspiration. That's the dream tbh
Ideal Weddings with the Hashira
Includes: Gyomei Himijima, Tengen Uzui, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Obanai Iguro, Giyu Tomioka, Kyojuro Rengoku, Mitsuri Kanroji, Shinobu Kocho Synopsis: What would your ideal wedding be like with the Hashira? (again Muichiro is my little baby and seeing him get married would be too much, but as a side part: he'd probably forget if you didn't walk him down the aisle yourself, so it would be a very wholesome event for the both of you) warnings: guys... it's up to you how you interpret what happens, but I know and you know.
Gyomei Himejima
Gyomei wants something small and personal.Â
The ceremony would take place at a shrine, an overall calm and peaceful event
He invites friends over for a reception in the backyard of the home you share
Gyomei, at all times, will have his hand either over your shoulder, on your thigh, or intertwined with your hand. He wants to keep you close, close enough to hug, close enough to kiss, and close enough to haul off when the party is over
The night ends with you falling asleep cuddled up next to him
Tengen Uzui
Tengen wants to go all out on your wedding dress, the decorations, the music, every little thing is amplified with magnificent splendor, thanks to your soon-to-be husband
The reception is an even bigger event, with floods of people you donât know dancing to music just so Uzui can show you off for the night
Everything had to be perfectly glorious because thatâs what you were
As the new wife, Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru party with you all night, gossiping about how to best care for your beloved husband
Sanemi Shinazugawa
Sanemi would want just the two of you at the wedding except only those who mattered the most
The âafter partyâ is simply a retreat for the both of you. He whispers about showing you off to the world, shouting from the rooftops about how much he loves you, but tonight youâre only for him
He takes all the time in the world to show you just how much he appreciates his newlywed wife
Obanai Iguro
Obanai is a tricky one because once he fell in love with you, he already saw you as his wife. He would just start calling you sweet marital pet names in the midst of life, taking you by surprise every time
Eventually, youâd have to tell him that you wanted to actually get married, the whole shebang, but Obanai would have you sign the papers and put on the wedding dress for only him to see
He wouldnât be able to deal with anyone else looking at you from now on since your name and his were intertwined in eternity
Giyu Tomioka
Giyu leaves the planning to you because he canât be trusted with making so many important decisions
Heâs sure to love anything you decideÂ
When you walk up the aisle looking the way you do, he wishes he wouldâve been more involved because his face contorts as he starts to sob over how beautiful you look
At the reception, Giyu still canât believe that you took on such a stressful job and still smile at him with all the love in your heart. At the end of the night, all he can think about is how gorgeous you are when you still love him â even after he doesnât deserve it
Kyojuro Rengoku
Kyojuro wants a traditional wedding that makes you shine in the best way. Heâs wanted to tie the knot ever since he met you so at the moment heâs as excited as a child on Christmas morning
Itâs a charming wedding, one that would appear in a romantic comedy at the end with a âjust marriedâ car
Kyojuro carries you through the threshold of your home and not one guest sees either of you for many days because if thereâs one thing Rengoku likes calling you more than wife, is hearing you be called mama.
Mitsuri Kanroji
Mitsuri gets excited planning all the colors and ideas and together you make the perfect spring wedding with flowers and cherry blossoms everywhere.Â
Itâs back to the quaint and romantic Japanese countryside for your wedding, friends and family gathering around to share in the bottomless loveÂ
With Mitsuri itâs like the sun has gotten married to you, her smile is enough to warm your heart and when she kisses you â the whole world falls away
Itâs hard for you not to worship Mitsuri with how considerate she is every second of the day, so you end up showering her with surplus amounts of love
Mitsuri is thrilled to show you just how flexible she can be, in more ways than one.Â
Shinobu Kocho
Shinobu doesnât want anyone else to ruin what little time sheâll get to spend with you, so you elope
She takes you far away from everyone else and you travel the world, collecting medicinal flora and fauna, touring beautiful villages, and holding hands the whole way
Now that youâre her wife, everything falls into place, she only wishes her older sister couldâve met you.Â
Shinobu whispers to you every night how much she loves you and how sheâs damn sure your body could heal the world
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The cute little girl misbehaved.
Synopsis: you messed up a pretty important dinner with your partnerâs boss and itâs only fair they now take it out on you. Maybe you learned your lesson, or maybe you will keep on misbehaving to get another ride on their wicked carousel.
Warnings: fem!reader, vaginal sex, use of dildo, vaginal penetration, gagging the partner with a rag, spanking, hair pulling, overstimulation, spit as lube, vaginal fingering, public sex, manhandling, oral sex (fem!reader received it), rope as a restrain for your wrists, the partner is described with they/them pronouns because it could be either a woman or a man.
N.B: the list of characters Iâve thought about is at the bottom of this post.
Those luscious lips glistened under the silver rays of the moon, as your partner loomed over your frame to let you see what a mess you had made of their face. Your hands binded behind your back restrained your movements, your body their canvas to paint. You felt two digits probbing at your soaked entrance, circling your velvet cavern before sinking into it. You had lost the count of how many times you had seen the stars that night. Literally.
âYouâre drippingâ.
Their voice made you flinch, toes curling as you silently pleaded them to finally fill you up. You squirmed around, tears prickling at your lashes and copiously streaming down your cheeks, hoping they would finally fulfill your desire to feel them deep inside of you. No mercy was reserved to you and your doomed soul, though. You were at your limit, writhing like a leaf before a stronger gust of wind blew it off of a naked branch of a tree. Naked on the porch for everyone to see, you hoped people were fast asleep and not roaming down the streets at such a late hour.
A slap onto your oversensitive pussy made you whimper out, their fingers slipping out of your core to spread your labia. You felt something warm dripping over your pubes and dribbling down to your puffy lips. Saliva, it was their saliva. You stayed silent, watching them smearing it over your clitoris in circular motions. You began to whine, biting onto the rag they had shoved into your mouth because you werenât apparently obedient enough to shut up.
âI wonât fuck you, if thatâs what you wish for. You donât deserve itâ they said coolly, hand reaching up to grab a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. You knew what they meant. They desired nothing more than stuff you full, but you had really crossed the lines earlier. They had asked you to behave, the dinner you had attended was important for their carreer. And what did you do instead of sitting at their right and limiting yourself to listen and eat?
You had tried to catch their attention by flirting with their future boss.
Furious beyond your imagination, they had been taking out their frustration on you since you had stepped back into your house. You mumbled a protest, as they sat behind you and pushed you forward harshly. Your cheek met the hard wood, probably a bruise was about to form on your cheekbone, greeting you in the morning. A slap on your rear made you jolt forwards, muffled whimpers leaving your throat, until you felt them shove something deep into your pussy. Your eyes widened, the stretch leaving you out of breath as you wriggled your waist to manifest your discomfort.
âSeven inches of dildo and you whimper out like a cat in heat. Insatiable, my lilâ slut who doesnât know how to keep her legs closedâ they reasoned, slipping the toy out only to leave the bulbous tip buried into you, before slamming it back inside wholly.
Your cunt clenched around the length, sucking it in, your thighs trembling while your ears were pierced by the obscene squelching sounds of your hole being brutalized. They scoffed, spreading your ass cheeks to have a better look at the toy disappearing into your pussy, stretching it so deliciously in front of their cold eyes. You didnât expect them to reach their hands out and untie your hands, but when they told you the reason behind that gesture, you didnât hesitate to comply to their request.
âKeep your cheeks spread, I need to see how you cumâ they ordered you, watching how your tiny hands grasped the swells of your cheeks and kept them apart for them to admire their sacrilegious work of art.
The toy was pushed back deep into you fluidly, no resistance coming from your inner walls, while your hole accomodated to its size immediately. Delight washed over your body, eyes screwed shut, whilst you bit harshly onto the rag in your mouth. You were on the brink of coming undone and they knew it. The fine art of breaking you down and building you up afterwards was thrilling. Admittedly, they awaited for you to disobey them for relinquishing the sight of you whimpering for them, sprawled over the nearest surface like a meal for them to feast on. They wondered how far they could push you before you broke. But after all it was enough.
They thrusted the dildo into you harder, stimulating your g-spot on repeat, until they spotted your arousal gushing out of your abused, wet channel, causing the dildo to sprarkle under the natural illumination provided by the satellite up in the night sky. You never disappointed them, they had to admit it. But this time, they changed their mind: you needed to learn your lesson. When your back arched, manicured nails they paid for digging onto the plush of your ass, they pulled the dildo out. A sticky mess of your arousal and their spit poured out of your opening, pooling onto the ground underneath you. You were a messy girl, panting, unsatisfied, craving your incoming orgasm. But you didnât get to bask into the blissful feeling of the after sex sensation.
They stood up, looking down at you with disdain clouding their eyes over âStand up, dear. Itâs time to go to bedâ they cooed, opening the front door behind them and watching you shoot a desperate glance at them. They ignored your cry for help, just like they neglected you when you tried to convince them to fuck you on your shared bed.
âBitches donât get to cumâ.
characters i thought of: dracule mihawk, toji fushiguro, unohana retsu, nico robin, suguru geto, sosuke aizen, muzan kibutsuji, shinobu kocho, zoro roronoa.
credits for the heart-shaped banners: @cafekitsune
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Shinobu smut hcs? \(^á´^)/
KochĹ Shinobu Smut Headcannons
18+ Content MDNI!!đŤ
First time not writing for Kyojuro! Hope you enjoy and please let me know how I did!!
-tried to make these as GN as possible<3
⢠She's definitely a Dom. On some days, when she's exhausted from a long mission or busy at the butterfly estate, she may allow you to take control. However, most of the time, she prefers to be in charge.
⢠Sheâs into thighs, regardless whether they are soft or muscular. She doesn't discriminate in her appreciation. She likes to gently stroke them with her fingers, placing sweet, tender kisses upon them. On the other hand, she may be into sucking and biting on them, leaving distinctive marks to show you who you belong to.
⢠Do not let her pretty face and alluring voice mislead you; she loves to degrade you. She adores the humiliatingly desperate expression that appears on your face when she touches you.
⢠Sheâs incredibly petty. If she catches you flirting with someone else, prepare yourself for whatâs coming. Sheâll shower you with affection to make you feel special, but then sheâll twist things around, making you feel exposed and vulnerable before she delivers her punishment for your behavior.
⢠Thereâs definitely some sadist tendencies if you couldnât already tell.
⢠Her forms of punishment can escalate dramatically based on the situation. On the milder side, she might merely restrain you and leave marks all over your body as a subtle reminder that you belong to her. Alternatively, she may go so far as to mount your face and relentlessly fuck you until only her name registers in your memory.
⢠Shinobu is somewhat bipolar when it comes to sex. You can usually tell what your in for based of how the day has been going.
⢠If the day has flowed easily, without much stress, you can expect her loving side to come out. As much as she loves to degrade you, she can also take pleasure in the sweet, gentle moments you both share. You can expect plenty of words of affirmation, long, passionate kisses, and the sweetest sex imaginable.
⢠On the flip side, if sheâs dealing with a lot of stress throughout the day or notices youâre not meeting her expectations, brace yourself for stricter consequences. These could involve various disciplinary measures, such as: spanking, pulling on your hair, orgasm denial, biting, the list goes on.
⢠A noticeable authority kink exists within her, as she takes immense pride in her role as a Hashira. She expects obedience and respect towards her position, promptly reminding you of your subordinate status if any attempts at insubordination come into play.
⢠If thereâs one thing she believes in its aftercare. Regardless of what kind of sex you got that day. The way she treats you afterward never fails to impress. She can transition from being the most heartless and sadistic person to running her fingers through your hair and covering you in kisses, or simply enhancing the amazing gentle moment you shared. It doesn't matter to herâeither way, you'll be treated well.
⢠Teasing and Edging you come second nature to her. She loves to subtly touch you, whispering in your ear, dropping hints of what's to come later. Witnessing your flustered and worked up state throughout the day really gets her going.
⢠Begging 24/7. She loves it. She wants you practically in tears calling her name over and over just to so you can finish without her ruining it. She takes a lot of pride in having you under her control, and if you arenât begging to cum you wonât be cumming at all.
⢠Favorite Positions (not gender specific): Face sitting, Thigh riding, Mutual masturbation, 69.
⢠Kinks: Orgasm control, Spanking, Sadism, Humiliation, Knife play, Spontaneous sex, Dom/Sub, Teasing, Bondage, Mirror sex.
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