#kny uzui tengen

[justtae06]

Flamboyant shinobi 😔

[character-reference-cafe]

Entertainment District Arc Shinobi Uzui Tengen Character sheet

[swallowtail-lotus]

THIS MAN CAN WRECK ME AND I'LL THANK HIM!

Honestly, he looks SO FINE WITH HIS HAIR DOWN🥴

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

“Look at me” It was a simple request but it held so much weight behind it. The fight that led up to this moment, the insults that spilled from your mouth like a dam breaking, the endless amount of pain that you projected towards the man that once held our heart in the palm of his hand. But now, it was nothing. The once beating organ, full of love, straining to keep it all in sat between the two of you torn apart, the stray love abandoned and demented, tainted by the hours of wear and tear. Your love dissolved into something horrid, easing into your bloodstream as unaltered rage, boiling under your skin each time he came home a little later than usual or smiled at his phone a little too widely. Tonight was the last night for you, the final milligram of love you carried had dissolved, completing the transformation into loathing. “Please Y/N, please look at me. We can fix this, I will change, and I will be better. Please, just look at me” You ignored his pathetic cries for reconciliation, tears far too late to be shed. You continued your path towards the front door, towards your new beginning. “What can I do? How can I get you to stay? Y/N, baby, please.” You stopped at the front door, placing your final bag on the ground before turning around to face the shell of the man you once loved. All you felt was contempt as you looked at the pathetic display in front of you. All six feet of him were laced with defeat, pain etched into his movement as he took your sudden attention as something positive. “What you can do to fix this is die. I want you to die and never see me again. I don’t give a shit about you, I don’t give a shit about Makio, I don’t even give a shit about this stupid fucking parade you called our marriage. So do me a favor and die so I can move on and pretend like you never existed, saves me money and legal bullshit that I have to deal with just so I can get the fuck away from you. You want me to look at you? Here's what I see. A husk of a person, I could spit and it would carry more weight in this world than you ever have. So just die.” The words weren’t anywhere near the malice and distaste you felt just being in the same space as him. So you left, leaving behind years like they never happened. You were beyond ready.

[aveegrex]

DEITY UZUIS X READER

four-handed tengen, and exactly one wife short to have a handful. now, we shall fix that, shan't we?

genre: smut pairing: the deity!uzuis x f!reader word count: 2,7k cw: voyerism, group sex, cunnilingus, face-sitting, mating press, creampies, fingering, monsterfucking, kinda suggestive bathing, breeding kink, sex pollen (kinda), tengen is a god of fertility btw, cum-eating, a little bit of masturbation

author's note: did I write a fic to make this silly "four hands and only three wives" joke? yes, yes I did. Also, this piece goes not only into my kinktober event, but also to the @h-jime 's monsterfucker event. I'm extremely thankful to all my followers who were patient enough with me and my catastrophic time management. Thank you, loves, and I hope you enjoy this.

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“And how did a cute thing like you end up here?”

You gulp under his intent gaze, curling further into the corner of a small room. Honestly, the answer was simple - a lone girl lost in the woods while picking mushrooms and berries, desperate for shelter from brutal rain and wild beasts, indicating how far from the village you have wandered. Wet to the bone and with your kimono now all torn from sharp twigs, you’ve been lucky enough to stumble upon an abandoned temple. “A divine gift” you thought to yourself and snuck inside, too caught up in despair to notice someone’s presence

But wording this out to the tall stranger with eyes of cherry is way harder. So you just shrug sheepishly, adjusting your kimono. “Dunno” you mutter, eyes glued to his bare feet. “Sorry”

“Sorry?” he echoes, voice booming over the rain. “Whatcha sorry for, gem? Didn’t say I mind it”

Still, even after his nonchalant reassurance, you hold your sight down. Who knows what a large man could do when the only coherent witness to his deed is that of a little cat on the porch? 

It’s freezing, rain washing all the day’s warmth away, and you pull on your clothes to snuggle deeper, a visible shiver shaking your form. Damned be the curvy paths, you could have been asleep by now by your fireplace, all wrapped in wool and d r y, for heaven’s sake, and with your stomach full, but no. It’s cats and dogs and brawny strangers with little social etiquette for now, so a corner in a not so abandoned temple should do. 

“You’re freezing, gem!” he points out, and you barely hold yourself from grumping on his brilliant deduction. ”Why didn’t you say so? Here, lemme warm you up!”

He’s striding closer and your eyes shoot up, wide and filled with fear. Warm you up? Hell, the judge would be reluctant to take the cat’s word, and you’re scooting away from his nearing form, still unable to make out any features.

“My Tengen!” a creak of wood and a soft worried voice still the man in his steps. “My Tengen, oh, my love, you’re scaring her!”

Your eyes dart to the smaller frame by the door to the hallway and for a quick second it stands just right for you to make out the concerned eyes. 

“Oh, my Tengen” the figure nears, squatting beside you and covering your shaking form with a blanket. ”She’s drenched! Why haven’t you invited her in?”

The man freezes in his place, head tilted to the side. “She didn’t say she wanted in” he’s quieter now, and you turn your sight to the woman whose hand now urges you up.

���I wonder why” another voice, fiesty and sarcastic, chimes in, and you wonder how you managed to miss such a crowd in here for about an hour. "Three wives in and you’re still clueless”

“Makio!” two voices precipitate the newer one and you relax into the second pair of hands, a whiff of jasmine invading your senses. 

The fiesty one seems to ignore her tamers, instead cooing at you with a kind smile. “Come, dear, don’t mind him” she chuckles, and you reciprocate her grin. “God you’re cold, hold on- SUMA!”

You wince as her voice cuts through the thick damp air. A loud bang and timid pattering are heard from the adjacent room, and yet another head (heavens, how much did you actually miss?) pops from behind the door, this time accompanied by a candlelight. 

But before this timid pretty brunette has a chance to speak, Makio ushers. “A bath, Suma” hazel eyes linger on your for a second. ”And towels, a lot of towels!”. She pushes on your waist, leading the way inside the temple, and your scattered mind is too overwhelmed to take in everything as the patter is heard again, the Suma one gone as soon as she came.

You’re too lost in this sudden commotion to register how your poor freezing body ends up in a wooden tub, submerged into hot water among the candlelights and three so differently worried women. 

“So cold! She’s so cold, Hina!” through lidded eyes, quick to submit to relaxation the water provides, you recognise Suma. She’s hovering above your head, wide doe eyes sparkling with worry. “Oh, she’s not gonna make it! I don’t think she’s gonna make it! Hina, what if we’re too late?! Oh, Tengen was so mean to not invite her properly, he should have invited her, and now she’s cold and those berries are lost and she’s probably haven’t eaten anythingandshewilldiebecausesheshungryandcol-”

“Shut up!” and here’s Makio, gently lathering your bruised feet with soap despite her biting tone. “Suma, your babbling is what’s gonna kill her, not that silly drizzle!”

A calm, velvety voice breaks through to your ears, and you turn your dizzy head towards the source, coming face to face with your initial savior. “I’m so sorry for them, my dear” you can swear here and now you’re witnessing the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. “Don’t fight sleep. You’re safe here”

Oddly, no reason not to trust her comes to your tired mind. She’s cooing something about how they’re gonna take care of you, but you just nod thoughtlessly, a foolish smile tugging at your lips, and let your eyes flutter close, relaxing into touch and homely banter. It lulls you to the sweetest slumber, and in no time you doze off, limbs heavy in three sets of caring hands.

…

Still half dazed, you feel yourself coming back to your senses, the sound of raindrops against the wood getting more and more defined. Tap, tap-tap, tap-tap-tap-tap-tap, it’s both persistent and unassuming, gentle in pulling you out of sleep. 

Sleep. 

You’ve been sleeping? 

Where? 

WHERE ARE YOU? 

Eyes blowing wide, you sit up on the very soft (so definitely not your own) futon, sudden rush of horror washing over you. It’s dark, the room barely lit by a very subtle flow of warm yellow from the hallway, but it’s enough to figure out that you’re certainly not home. The walls are empty besides for flowers and ivy crawling up the walls, and you can’t help but wonder how the place seems so well-kept despite the overflow of nature. 

Hesitantly, you push off the covers, coming up to your feet with a barely restrained groan. your legs hurt, and it’s helping the memories of a berry hunt to shine through. 

Oh yes, you were lost. 

But still, what is this place? 

Timid, you cautiously slide the door open, careful not to make a single sound, and step out to the better lit hallway. It’s the same, flowers and ivy blooming all over the walls, but here those are much brighter, and almost … breathing? “No, it’s just the remaining sleep” you tell yourself, tiptoeing to the source of light. 

The closer you get, the bolder the colors are, soft hues of pink and yellow giving way to scarlet, canary and magenta. It’s the smell too, you note, unable to hold yourself from reaching for a burgundy lily, and a stripe of brownish pollen marks your skin. You’re about to wipe your hand when

“Ah, Tengen!”

…

“Yes, yes-ah! Tengen- OH!!”

You freeze, mere steps away from the source of light, a slit in the door promising more questions. 

Slowly, alert of any and all possibly squeaky floorboards, you close the distance to the opening, leaning in to peek inside. There, amidst the abundant rampage of flowers and plants and all trees (inside? trees of wisteria inside?) you see a swarm of bodies. Moving rhythmically, limbs tangled in tantric dance, all pulsating in slow tides, there are your hosts, as you make out already familiar hair and faces. 

These faces though, blooming in blush and heat, are all contorted in bliss. Pure thick bliss, heaving the air with the most erotic gasps and moans, filled with wet sounds, smells so intoxicating, so ripe, so fertile.

One of the bodies comes higher, strong back stretching up, and you barely hold in a gasp. Four hands protrude, two on each side, and they’re all taken by the women who have not so long ago tended to your more prosaic needs. 

There’s Makio, whose hips are stuttering as she grinds on Suma, both latched to each other by their cores, needy whines escaping the brunette’s lips. And two hands tend to them, filling one’s mouth and grasping another’s palm as Makio’s struggles to hold herself up right above her partner. 

Eyes moving to the side, you see Hinatsuru’s face, eyes rolled into her skull as other two hands hold her neck and waist respectfully. Her face gets hidden by a pair of strong thighs, moving rhythmically in all too familiar motion, lower groans and moans being absorbed by the moss on the walls. 

It’s hypnotizing, and even though you’re obviously barging on to something you’re not supposed to see, there’s no shame flashing through your mind. No, your thighs squeeze naturally, a faint blush creeping up your cheeks, and you almost feel welcome to watch the carnal show. 

“Oh, Tengen-” Hinatsuru’s hand wraps weakly around the bulging muscle, and you notice her dainty feet wobbling atop of the man’s shoulders, toes tickled by his luscious platinum hair. 

Tengen. Tengen? 

Oh, that Tengen? 

You remember a towering figure from a few hours ago, the one with a loud voice and heavy step, cornering you in a cold entryway. You had no chance to see his full face, nor to make out an unusual amount of limbs that time, and now your interest peaks, tongue gliding over suddenly so dry lips. 

Apparently, he’s doing something especially skillful, since Hina’s mouth hangs open, giving way to the lewdest sounds. Pollen dances in the air, glimmering in the unknown source of light. Makio rolls her head, pink lips so wet and plump of all the biting they’ve endured, and you see her and Suma shuddering, sweaty tits hanging heavy over her heaving chest. 

You almost miss your own hand gliding down to palm at your heated core, arousal pooling in your lower stomach, weighing down on your neglected folds. You notice the urge, but it only feels so natural to follow it, to give in and touch yourself to the love unraveling before your eyes, until

“Coming in, cute thing?”

His voice cuts through the thick air, making you still your movements like a deer in headlights. He’s still facing away from you, hips still rutting into blissed out Hina, and Makio and Suma seem to be too preoccupied with tasting each other now to care about some peeper, so how?

“My beautiful - ah - wives told me off before” he turns his head and you almost faint of his glory, deep magenta eyes staring right into your soul. A kind grin adorns his face, and he hisses before continuing, landing a fat smack against Hina’s thigh. “For being a rude host, that is. Doesn’t my cute guest want to join in?”

“T-tengen, don’t tease!” Hina whines, but it’s unclear what she’s referring to, rutting against the man’s hips needily. “It’s my turn now-ah”

You rock on your heels, thoughts sloshed together into incomprehensive mush, core pulsating with unattained need, and fuck it, they look so good, they feel so good there, rutting against each other in sync, making the air buzz with overwhelming urge. 

Stepping in shyly under Tengen’s pleased coo, eyes shooting between all the bodies, overwhelmed with the choice, you undo your waistband, letting the kimono fall to the ground. 

It smells of slick and lust there, it bathes you in the fertility of all, of this security in want, and the closer you get to the mossbed, the quicker your pace gets. You’re kneeling on the soft grass, unsure of what to do, but once again, four hands hug you from behind, open mouth kisses pressed to your buzzing skin. 

“She’s beautiful” a whisper to your left ear. “She’s needy” a playful sneer to your neck, and you feel a small hand creeping to your drenched core, dainty fingers ghosting over the slick. Your hips stutter towards the tease, and two digits snake along your folds, gathering the essence before diving in. 

“So responsive” you recognise Makio’s bite, although it’s softer now, catching the moan that falls from your lips. “Let go, sit down” Suma’s playfully cooing from under you (when?), her hot breath tickling your clit, and you give in, thighs splaying on each side of her soft cheeks, a hungry mouth latched to your doused cunt. 

“They’re so attentive, my loves” Tengen strains, his own hips shaking of nearing climax, and you bite your lip as a rush of something hidden deep within washes over you. Hina’s heels are now digging into his back, urging him deeper, pleas of his divine gift stuttering into the ripe air of the room.  

Your own body is too lost in Makio’s lips wrapping around your nipple, in Suma’s playful tongue toying with your clit and entrance, but your full attention’s trained on Hina’s exposed core with thick endless globes of white spilling out of her twitching hole. 

“You’re next, cute thing” another four hands roam your body shamelessly now, squeezing and groping the fluttering flesh, and his lips slot against yours, long tongue drawing moans after moans from your blissed out self. 

Makio helps you down, laying you gently on your back, and Suma’s too engrossed into her feast to let go of your happy cunt, urging your thighs up, swallowing your juices before giving way to her man. 

“P-please” you muster, weak hands flying to his shoulders. “Sshh, sweet thing, I know” he muses, his heavy girth gliding along your folds, firm tip sending jolts of electricity into your needy clit with each bump. “I’ll take care of you too, no worries”

You don’t even think how he’s hard again, only pressing your core onto him, begging him weakly. “T-tengen, please” you almost sob, as he presses into you, hard length stretching you out just right. 

“So responsive indeed, gorgeous” and your ankles on his shoulders tremble, hands clutching onto the strong neck. You register Suma and Makio babbling on each side of you, their lips finding purchase on your neck. Tengen’s two hands tend to you, while other two stuff his wives, making them rut against thick fingers towards another climax. 

It’s all too much, it’s so right, so natural to open your legs wider for him, to dig your fingers into his toned ass, to gasp as his tip finds your sweet spot and abuses it so deliciously, harsh slaps of his crotch and balls stimulating you further into ecstasy. 

You make out a cunt over your face, hazed mind slow to understand that Hina wants more, but thoughts give way to instincts as she lowers onto your face and you taste her sweet release mixed with Tengen’s tangy seed. You drink her up, tongue drawing circles into her cunt, the smell of sex and the feel of Tengen’s cock throbbing inside pushing you into your own nearing orgasm. 

He’s ramming inside, driveling something about how tight you are, how good you’re locking him in. Faster, harder, aching tongue neglected to have Hina squeeze your head with her plush thighs and gush her load all over your face. Faster, harder, sweetly abused cunt clenching around inhuman girth pounding the last neurons out of you. 

“Just a bit more, sweet thing-AH, just like that, uh-huh” they sing in unison, and you moan into Hina’s fluttering core, sound of Tengen’s gasp muffled by the clench of your thighs as he shoots his thick load into you. His thumb rubs at your clit, cock nestled right against your drowning cervix, and you gush, squirting all over the mossbed and his stomach, orgasm making your body seize up in shock and bliss. 

You barely understand anything that happens later, too out of it to even uncross your eyes, hips still twitching of intense climax they’ve gifted you, but you make out one thing before falling into slumber entangled with them. 

“I still have one hand free of wife, cute thing. Mind taking up the empty spot?” MDNI, reblogs and comments are welcome, and say yes to the mating press

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[hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha]

Today I want to glaze and slander:

They could never make me hate you, Tengen.

They could never make me like you, Sanemi.

[captain-orphic-al]

Just some sketches that I don't think I'll finish.

I envisioned this as a modern au type of deal and Uzui and Mitsuri often act as those Street performers you can often find justbusting a move or are just generally dancers/gymnasts. (mainly cuz Uzui finds it flashy and Mitsuri just finds it super fun)

I have so many unfinished sketches 😅

[lyrefromthesea]

Please can I request pre-relationship hashira x hashira!reader, where they are sparing together and it becomes a bit suggestive 💙💙

Male pillars x reader - Sparing with benefits

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu , reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: suggestiveness

Tengen:

"you could just give up, there's no chance you could win against my flamboyant self!" he taunted, running around the courtyard with you.

you had been fighting for ten minutes and there was still no end in sight. you weren't a bad fighter, you've been promoted as a hashira some time ago, but Tengen was at advantage right now.

he was faster than you. he had been saving himself from your attacks by avoiding them every time. the smirk on his face only spurred you on more, wanting to win this fight and show him that you were a good fighter.

however, when you raised your bamboo sword for an attack and he turned around to dodge it, you felt yourself trip on a root. it had been sticking out of the ground, making you fall over.

surprised by what has happened, Tengen lost his own halt and fell backwards, landing in a sitting position. you felt yourself fall onto him, at least partly.

when you checked your surroundings, you found your head on his lap. your cheek pressed against his groin. meeting his gaze, you could see his cocky smirk.

"it was an accident! i didn't mean to.." you said, wanting to stand up instantly. this would definitely look wrong from an outsider's perspective.

when you tried to stand up, you felt his hand tangle in your hair, pressing your cheek a bit more against his groin, only satisfied when you felt the bulge against your skin.

"just so you know, my wives had always found you cute enough for this.." he teased, his eyes staying on your widened eyes.

you pushed away, running away from his grip and off the training field.

Obanai:

he was proud of you for becoming a hashira. when he took you in as his tsuguko, he wasn't sure if he made the right decision, but he was sure now.

you were able to follow his movements, dodge his attacks and even make some of your own. your elegance captivated him and he found himself admiring your fighting style.

perhaps he had been diving in his thoughts too much, because when his attention was finally back on you, he was already on the ground.

your legs were on either side of him, straddling his body. heterochromic eyes were staring deeply into yours, surprised by the sudden turn of events.

"i win, Obanai." you said, looking down at the man. your hands were resting on his chest, leaning forward slightly.

his heartbeat was increasing under your hands, cheeks flushing. it wasn't the first time he noticed how beautiful you were, but your allure only increased like this.

"you.. you do.." he muttered, not being able to turn his eyes away from you. yet again, neither were you. you leaned down further, remaining with your faces only a few inches apart.

it would've been so easy to kiss him right now. however, feeling your hips rub against his groin, he couldn't stop his body from reacting, his hands gripping your waist.

"[name], g- get down.."

Rengoku:

"flame breathing. third form: blazing universe!" he called out, his bamboo sword coming at you with immense speed. you barely managed to block his attack - meaning you didn't do it.

your body flew a few feet away, landing on the ground. with a quiet grunt, you turned onto your back. "i give up.." you sighed.

however, there was no audible reaction from Rengoku. turning your head towards him, you wanted to know what's wrong, only to see his wide eyes staring.

he shook his head, running towards you and kneeling down. "are.. are you okay?" he asked, seeing you nod. he didn't respond, as if he knew something you didn't.

"just tell me, Rengoku!" you pleaded, feeling yourself enter a state of panic. did you lose a leg? it wasn't like him to behave this way.

he moved his hand closer, placing his hand against the side of your stomach. your eyes widened, looking down at yourself, staring at your torn uniform.

not only the right side of your shirt, but also the entirety of your right pant leg was missing. you instantly sat up, trying to cover up.

"i didn't know, i will-" you tried excusing yourself, but fell silent when he squeezed your waist slightly, attention moving back to him.

"i'll bring you back." he answered, taking off his haori and pulling it over your form. it didn't help covering your leg, but at least your upper body looked a bit more presentable.

he scooped you into his arms, both your legs around his waist. you rested your chin on his shoulder, wishing to disappear. the whole situation was embarrassing, and even worse, you had felt warm when he touched your skin unhindered.

his hand held you up by your thighs, his grip on your right thigh a bit stronger. you could feel his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your leg, glancing up at him.

"you.. you're really soft." he quietly said, not able to hide his red face from you.

perhaps the whole situations had it's advantages.

Sanemi:

"stop running! just admit defeat!" he shouted after you, determined to get this fight over with. the only problem: you were extremely fast. you managed to dodge his attacks every time.

"never!" you answered, seeing him try to attack again. you were ready to dodge his bamboo sword, but were shocked to see him drop it mid-attack.

his hand shot towards you instead, quite literally knocking you down with his harsh hit. your back made contact with the ground, Sanemi tackling you down immediately.

"i win." he said, smirking at your defeated form. you tried freeing yourself, not able to push up with his hand on your neck.

"i didn't give up yet." you huffed out, feeling him squeezing your throat lightly - he was warning you. only that his warning didn't work as intended.

a quiet whimper escaped your lips, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment. he had heard the sound, you knew it.

"oh? didn't know you were into the rough treatment." he smirked - teased. your reaction was immediate, pressing your knee up and right against his crotch.

he groaned, letting go of you. he clearly hadn't expected you to do that, especially not after you pushed him away and freed yourself.

"didn't know you were into that, Shinazugawa."

"you-"

naturally, another fight started right after.

Giyuu:

how did this happen? thirty minutes of fighting just for your bamboo sword to be kicked to the side by him. he had been too fast for you, leaving you unable to react.

your back was pressed against the wall, wide eyes staring into his. he had caged you between the wall and his body, his form towering over you.

ocean eyes were deeply staring into yours, his hand pressing against the wall behind you. he couldn't tear his gaze away from your body, not when you were presented right in front of him.

"you lost." he stated, as if it wasn't obvious to the both of you. his eyes narrowed, his other hand moving towards you.

"if this had been a fight with a demon, you would've died." he said, making you feel like prey under his eyes. he placed his hand on your chin, thumb nearly grazing your lips.

"don't lose focus." he uttered, but his eyes had long broken their contact with yours. he was watching your lips instead, as if he was debating on a kiss.

"i wont." you answered breathlessly, getting his attention back on you. he let go of your chin, stepping away and picking up your sword.

"let's try it out." he taunted, neither of you really focusing on winning or losing now.

Gyomei:

this fight was unfair to begin with. without a doubt, you were one of the strongest swordsman in the corps. you've served as a hashira for three years now, but no one could win against Gyomei.

naturally, you admitted defeat when he threw you over half the lake, immediately asking whether you're fine or not.

your head broke through the water, gasping for air. the water was freezing cold, but you told him you're fine.

he still made the effort to help you out of the water, drenching his own clothes in the freezing liquid.

"are you sure you're okay?" he asked, big tears already rolling down his face again. you avoided your eyes from his form, not trying to appear inappropriate.

"i'm fine." you answered, looking at your own body. both of your clothes were quite see-through, giving you a greedy sight of his muscles and abs.

looking down at yourself, your clothes weren't any better. you thought of yourself as lucky, not wanting to live with the shame of letting him see so much of your body.

"come, it's freezing in here." he told you, pulling you into his arms and out of the water as he made his way out of it.

what you didn't know, was how his fingers could feel everything that you were seeing. your clothes stuck to your skin, not leaving much room for imagination.

he stepped out of the water, but instead of letting you down, his head tilted towards yours, foreheads nearly touching.

his hands squeezed your body, millions of thoughts running through his head. "you're.." he said, but he stopped, not wanting to do something he might regret later.

"you're still wet, we should get some dry clothes.." he told you instead, putting you down again, his hand sliding against your curves for a moment.

you watched him walk forward, your lips parted. was it wrong that you had hoped for him to continue?

[renuzui]

그짤 ( hunyangzi )

[smol-ackerman]

UZUI! 🧡

鬼滅の刃 HASHIRA TRAINING ARC: Ep. 03 - Fully Recovered Tanjiro, Joins the Hashira Training!!

[quozacheese]

[roleswap au]

i love the Kochos sm

[nyankochan]

Hashira Training: Wifely Duties

Synopsis: Your husband is working hard to train the members of the Demon Slayer corps in preparation for the upcoming battle with Muzan. However, they seem a bit stressed. You decide to help in other ways, like a good wife. Pairings: [SEPARATE] Uzui x Reader, Giyu x Reader, Obanai x Reader, Sanemi x Reader, Rengoku x Reader, Gyomei x Reader

Content: MDNI, fem! reader, oral male & female receiving, dacryphilia (Uzui), bath sex (Uzui), bondage (Obanai), pregnancy (Himejima), unprotected sex, rough sex (Sanemi), overstimulation, breeding (Rengoku), I hope I didn’t forget anything else but sorry if I did.

Word count: 7.2K (bruh)

A/N: Just finished the Hashira Training Arc. No anime episode has ever stressed me more than that finale...Added Rengoku as a hypothetical what-if since he's my favorite hashira. Muichiro excluded since he's a little baby but I still love him.

Uzui Tengen: Former Sound Hashira

“Move your asses! If you don’t finish the last rep, no dinner for you tonight!”

Your husband’s loud voice carries a great distance, no surprise coming from the former sound hashira. This allows you to find him and your other co-wives fairly easily as you make your way up the mountain side where Tengen’s endurance camp had been set up.

You’re met with a somewhat…comedic(?) sight..of your flashy husband dressed in a casual kimono swinging a wooden sword at the fallen demon slayers who were clearly on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. You couldn’t help but feel pity for the poor kids.

“If you don’t get it together you’ll never survive what the other hashira have in store,” Tengen huffed, seemingly more annoyed than angry.

“Now now, Tengen-sama, don’t be so hard on the kids,” you sigh, setting down the extra pot you had been tasked with bringing to help prepare dinner. “You’ll end up giving them all nightmares.”

The way Tengen’s face lights up when he sees you makes your heart flutter. "Y/n! I was wondering where you went off to."

"I asked her to go back home to grab another stew pot," Makio chimed in, all while throwing a subtle glare towards a Suma. "Since someone forgot to do what they were told and bring it like asked.

Suma proceeds to hide behind you and Hinatsuru as you help her with the rice for the onigiri. "Uwahh! Y/n-san! Hinatsuru-san! Makio-san is targeting me again!"

"Please, don't start," You sigh.

"We all need to do our part," Hinatsuru said, like the mature woman of the group she was. "Let's do our best with dinner so that we aren't inconveniencing Tengen-sama."

With four sets of hands, you guys get dinner done by sundown, the smell of fresh onigiri and beef stew wafting through the air. However, the poor demon slayers were so worn out from your husband's brutal training, you don't think any of them would have the energy to even think about eating. Still, Tengen snaps at them to do so as to not let you all's hard work go to waste.

"Tengen-sama, please try to relax a little," you gently say, tugging on the end of his kimono. You offer him a bowl you had prepared. "It's not good to get so worked up."

Although grateful, Tengen doesn't say anything as he takes the food you offered, sipping the broth in silence.

That night, you soak in the Uzui Manner's private onsen, the stress of the day clouding your thoughts. You’re worried. You know the final battle against Muzan will inevitably happen, but you’re terrified. For your friends. For your family. What if Tengen has to come out of retirement to help? What if you and your co-wives are caught in the middle like in the Red Light District?

You’re so in your head that you don’t even hear the door open and someone enter. “What a surprise. I thought you were in bed by now.”

Tengen’s voice startles you and you’re quick to sink into the water to cover yourself. Your husband’s laughter fills your ears. “What are you being shy for?” Clad in nothing but a towel, you gawk at your husband’s physique. Despite officially retiring from the Demon Slayer Corps, his consistent training kept him in shape.

“You just surprised me…that’s all…”

Tengen settles behind you in the bath, the water sloshing as he enters and pulls you into his lap. You relax against his chest. “You wanna tell me what you were thinking about?” He asks, tracing his hand down your side making you shiver involuntarily.

“N-no….its nothing. But you seemed stressed earlier, Tengen-sama. Is there anything I can do for you.”

Tengen sighs, leaning back against the edge of the bath, arms spread and muscles tense. “It’s nothing, love, don’t worry.”

You frown. You then turn so that you’re straddling Tengen’s lap, the water splashing with your movement. Tengen raises a brow in confusion, but doesn’t question your actions. “P-please allow me to help you, Tengen-sama.”

Tengen chuckles, cupping your cheek gently. “You already do more than enough for me, and for that I’m very grateful.” The kiss he pressed against your lips starts off soft, only to grow more intense and desperate. You squirm, letting out a small whimper.

Feeling you rock against him, Tengen groans, his cock beginning to harden. He scoops you up underneath your thighs with one hand, not breaking your kiss. As he lays you down on the onsen deck, you shiver at the cold feeling of the stone. Tengen trails gentle kisses down your neck while his fingers grace your clit, stimulating the sensitive nerves.

“W-wait. W-wait,” you suddenly protest. Tengen pulls back, worried he hurt you. “I-I want to be of use to you, Tengen-sama. Please let me please you.”

Tengen wears a rather perplexed expression before chuckling. He sits back on the end of the bath. “Ok then, please me.”

You drop to your knees before your husband, taking his cock gently into your hands. It’s already stiff with arousal, pre pearling at the fat tip. Your finger traces the thick vein running up the side of Tengen’s length, making him twitch.

Tengen groaned as your warm mouth enveloped him, his head leaning back in satisfaction as his fingers gripped your hair tightly. You immediately began to suck, feeling your jaw strain as he began to swell in size. Tears prickled in your eyes, and you rest your hands on Tengen’s thighs to steady yourself.

"Mhmm fuck," Tengen moaned deeply. His low raspy voice only turned you on more. He gripped Your hair harsher and pulled you closer; you nearly gag. "Fuck. Don't stop. Use your hand. Fuck. There you go.”

You eagerly obliged, sucking him harder and taking more of him, or as much as you could cause he was just so damn big. Tears trickle down your cheeks, and it takes all Tengen’s willpower to not buck into your mouth. The sight of you looking at him so innocently, crying as you try to take his size almost has him coming down your throat. You can tell he’s close to his release from the way he tenses, muscles tightening, yet he quickly pulled you away.

“T-Tengen-sama?” You question, out of breath. Before you can react, Tengen has you pulled into his lap and your knees pressed to your chest with his arms wrapped under your legs in a rather embarrassing position that has your cunt exposed. In a single thrust, the tip of his cock kisses your cervix and you’re crying out.

Tengen rests his head against your back, breathing heavily. “You’re so good to me.” He groans at the feeling of your warm cunt wrapping snuggly around him. “I love you so much.” Tengen’s grip tightens, pulling your legs back further as his hips buck up, stretching you further. The slightly uncomfortable position makes you whimper.

“But tonight, I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”

Iguro Obanai: Serpent Hashira

You know how ruthless and impatient your husband can be, so you pity the poor slayers who were stuck in the vicious vice-like hold Obanai’s training has. Most of them had been there for at least a week, if not more, unable to perform at a level that satisfied your husband. So, you’ve taken on somewhat of a nurse role, providing first aid to the many bruises, welts and rope burns the slayers received as part of the training. Your hope was that your treatment would lessen the pain of entering the baths.

“There! All done,” you say, closing up your first aid kit having just treated the cut on one member’s face. “Next time, remember to guard your vital spots. You’re lucky it was only training. A demon wouldn’t be so forgiving.”

“R-right! T-thank you Mrs. Iguro!”

You wave the slayer off as you finish packing your things up. Though you try to ignore it, you can still hear the whispering about your husband.

“How did such a sweet woman end up with a man like the serpent hashira?”

“Yeah the only real demon here is him…”

You grit your teeth in annoyance, prepared to say something when the sliding doors slam open. The atmosphere tenses as your husband walks in, a very angry and intense aura surrounding him.

“If you have time for idle chatter then you must not have worked hard enough,” Obanai scowled, Kaburamaru hissing around his neck. The slayers all quickly scramble to their feet and ran to grab their swords and avoid Obanai’s wrath.

You tug on his haori, stopping him from moving. “Dear, be nice.”

The scowl on his face somewhat softens only to immediately return when a new person announces their presence: Kamado Tanjiro.

“I look forward to training under you,” Tanjiro says, as cheerful as ever. Either he didn’t see your husband’s murderous look or he didn’t care. “Ah! Hello to you too Mrs. Y/n!”

You return the bright smile with one of your own. “It’s great to see that you’ve recovered well, Kamado-kun.”

“Oí! Don’t be so casual with my wife like you’re friends!” Obanai snapped. “And the rest of you stop gawking at her!”

You can only sigh. Of course, anything that you said practically went in one ear and out the other, and Obanai was so rough with the trainees you were surprised he didn’t break anything. Poor Tanjiro in particular seemed to get the brunt of your husband’s annoyance, leaving him with thankfully only some bruising since the training was conducted with practice swords instead of real blades. However, Obanai wouldn’t let treat anyone’s wounds this time around. The moment he ordered for them to scram somewhere, he dragged you out the dojo and back to the main house.

His grip on your wrist was tight, and you knew better than to protest when he was in his foul moods. But the fact that he hadn’t uttered a single word was making you somewhat anxious for what was to come. Was he somehow pissed off at you too?

Once you make it to your shared room and Kaburamaru slithers off somewhere, Obanai closes the sliding door. It’s just the two of you, the tension in the air is suffocating.

“U-um…O-Obanai…a-are you mad?” you try to break the silence only to receive the most piercing glare from your husband’s dual colored eyes, making you hush up instantly.

“Mad?” Obanai scoffs. “Nothing you do can make me mad at you. But…” His eyes trained to yours as he backs you into your shared futon. “I hate the way those idiots gawk and act too friendly with you. You’re my wife. You’re mine and mine alone.”

Obanai grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him. His intense gaze while nerve racking is so insanely attractive that you’re whimpering quietly, trying to rub your thighs together in desperate need. Obanai picks up on this and lets out a low chuckle.

“I guess I have to remind you in other ways that you belong to me. Clothes. Off.”

You quickly start taking your kimono off, untying the Obi sash. Clearly you don’t move fast enough for your husband’s liking as he flips you on to your back and starts pulling the fabric off of you.

“W-wait, O-Obanai!” Your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Obanai ignores your pleas, and proceeds to use your obi to intricately tie up your l your wrists behind your back, pinning your arms almost uncomfortably together.

“Don’t you look pretty,” Obanai hums in amusement, pleased with the way the bindings were. He grabs your wrists and forces you to bend over, ass in the air. Obanai nudges your legs up to have a clear view of your dripping cunt, to which he inserts a finger, then two. You helplessly squirm against the restraints, keening against his touch.

“You’re so greedy,” Obanai scoffs. “You’re just sucking my fingers in.”

“Please, Obanai,” you beg. “I need you inside me.”

“Hm…since you asked so nicely.”

You hear him shuffle around, presumably to remove his clothes. You then feel the heat of his chest as he leans over you. Although he was somewhat rough with the restraints, Obanai is tender when he kisses your shoulder blade.

With one hand on you waist and the other on your wrists, Obanai inches his cock into you, groaning at how tight you feel around him. He bottoms out easily and you moan at the uncomfortable arch the position puts you in.

“M-move…p-please…” you whimper.

Obanai chuckles. He pulls out just to the tip before thrusting back in, setting a rough yet steady pace. His cock reaches so deep thanks to the position he has you in, making you gasp each time it kisses your cervix.

“Fuck…you feel so good…” Obanai groans. Usually he’s not one to be overly vocal during sex, but the heat of your cunt was just so addicting and he thought he would lose his mind.

“P-please…” you stumble over your words as he pounds into you. “C-can I hold you?”

Obanai falters briefly, his chest feeling strangely full. How do you always find a way to be so sweet to him? You were going to be the death of him.

Nonetheless, he unties the knot to release your wrists. He flips you over, realigning his throbbing cock at your entrance. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist to pull him close. Both of you let out shaky moans as he thrusts back in. You gently kiss at the scars on his mouth, and he shivers in response, taking one of your hands to intertwine with his.

“I love you,” he mutters so quietly you almost don’t catch it. You nuzzle into his touch.

“I love you too.”

Shinazugawa Sanemi: Wind Hashira

You’re currently pissed at your husband and ignoring him. You ignoring him has him even more pissed off, so the Shinazugawa mansion is tense and a literal war zone. The impending war against Muzan is inevitable. While you understand that, you see no reason why your husband has to be such a dick to everyone. Especially to his own younger brother.

“That damn bastard, who does he think he is, going off the rails like that,” you angrily mutter under your breath as you threat Genya’s injuries. He winced at the antiseptic on his cut. You frown. “Sorry sweetheart…”

“It’s ok…Y/n-nee…” Genya says half heartedly. The recent fight between the Shinazugawa brothers ended up escalating to a dangerous point. If it weren’t for Tanjiro’s interference, there probably would’ve been more injuries. And having known the Shinazugawa brothers since childhood, you were fiercely protective of Genya. So seeing Sanemi attack his brother the way he did without any hesitation was literally your last straw.

“I’m sorry…” Genya said.

“Hm? For what?”

“For causing trouble in you and nii-san’s marriage…” the younger boy avoids looking you in the eye. “if only I could use breathing techniques and weren’t so weak…then maybe he’d acknowledge me.”

“Awe, Gen, don’t say that,” you say, pulling the younger boy into a tight hug against your chest. “Your actions have nothing to do with my marriage. Your brother is just being a pain in the ass but that doesn’t mean I still don’t love him. I know he has a shitty way of showing it, but he does care. I’m sorry that you’ve somehow gotten in the middle of our marital problems. I promise things will get better. For all of us.”

You finish tending to his injuries before placing a tender kiss on his forehead, like you used to do when you were kids. Still, Genya’s face explodes red at your babying, making you laugh as you take your exit. As you leave, you’re surprised to see your husband standing outside the door with his arms crossed. Your face sours.

“The fuck you want?” You snap.

“Still got a fuckin attitude?” He retorts.

“Says you.” You walk off in a huff. Sanemi sighs and runs after you.

“Y/n, wait. Please talk to me.”

“About what?” You say bitterly. “I don’t got shit to say to you after the stunt you pulled. I don’t want to hear anything from you unless it’s an apology.”

“Fuck, fine I’m sorry! Now will you listen to me?!” Sanemi desperately said, grabbing a hold of your wrist to stop you. Your eyes narrow, not trusting his words. “Look. I know I was wrong but I can’t take anymore of you ignoring me and doting all over Genya.”

You snatch your hand away, scowling. “So now you’re jealous of your kid brother? I used to change his goddamn diapers.”

“That’s not…ugh fuck. Come with me!” Once more Sanemi grabs your arm, dragging you through the manner against your protests. He brings you to your shared room, which for the past few weeks you’ve stopped sleeping in out of spite. Sanemi closes the door, locking it shut.

“Now what? You got me alone.” You scoff.

“Ugh just shut up!” Sanemi yells, grabbing your chin and kissing you frantically, almost desperately. Your response is muffled and your knees immediately go weak as he forces his tongue in your mouth to deepen the kiss. You’re gasping for air by the time Sanemi pulls away. He buries his head into your shoulder, inhaling your scent that he’s missed so much.

“I’m sorry…dammit…” Sanemi’s voice cracks slightly. “I don’t want to lose you too. I couldn’t bear losing another person so important to me…so please, stop being mad at me…I’m sorry.”

“Nemi…” You cup his cheek before pinching it harshly making him hiss. “You dumbass. That’s what this was all about?I didn’t realize you were this goddamn emotionally constipated.” You sigh, Sanemi now glaring at you while rubbing his cheek. You gently kiss the tip of his nose. “I’m not going anywhere any time soon, okay? I promise.”

Sanemi exhales, almost like a sigh of relief. “Okay.” He kisses you again, this time gentler as if he’s afraid you’ll leave. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper. “I’ve missed you.” Sanemi muttered. His hands begin to wander, trailing up the side of your waist under your uniform.

“Did you miss me, or my body?” You tease.

“Mhm? Both.”

“You’re such a tease.”

“Yet you love me anyway.”

Sanemi kisses you again with more force, all while guiding you down to your shared futon. His hands are rough, groping your breasts, pinching your nipples that stiffen at his touch. You roll your hips upward to press against the growing bulge in his pants. Sanemi groans, biting your lip.

“You like testin’ my patience, don’t you?” Sanemi huffs.

“That depends,” you taunt, beginning to unbutton your uniform top. Sanemi swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You gonna do something about it?”

Sanemi grit his teeth. He grabbed you by the waist, flipping you on your backside, the rest of your clothes torn off from his own impatience. “It looks like I’ll just have to fuck the attitude out of you.”

Your husband makes do of his promise, fucking you senseless into the sheets, weeks of built up tension between the two of you finally being released. He’s aggressive and rough, gripping at your hips so tightly they’d probably bruise. Your neck is littered with bite marks, while Sanemi’s already scared torso has fresh red scratches from the way you grabbed at him. Not that he minded.

“F-fuck,” Sanemi groaned, relishing the way you clenched around his cock. His hips snapped against yours, making you gasp and shudder. “Fuck I missed this. I missed you. Don’t ever fucking ignore me again.”

“N-Nemi, please, I’m close,” you whimper.

Sanemi grins. He puts your legs over his shoulder, pressing down to pin your thighs back in a mating press. The position, though uncomfortable, allows for his cock to reach even deeper. You feel so deliciously full, Tears prickling in your eyes. you cover your mouth trying to hide the sultry moans leaving your lips.

“Nope, I need to hear you,” Sanemi pants, pulling your hair. Your cries are music to his ears. “I need everyone to know how good I fuck my beautiful wife.”

He uses the pad of his thumb to wipe away your stray tears before kissing you tenderly. His pace faltered just a bit, making his thrusts more sloppy as his low grunts turned into airy moans. "Ah fuck I'm gonna come."

Sanemi gave one last deep thrust that had you gasping for air. You shivered feeling yourself be filled while your own orgasm hit. After he was sure he finished, Sanemi pulled out and sat back on his heels. He stared down you with a satisfied look on his face as some of his seed leaked from your swollen sex.

He scooped up some that spilled on to the bed and shoved it back into you. You whimpered from the overstimulation. "N-no more."

"Don't tell me what to do," Sanemi huffed. He aligned his cock at your entrance again and sank in with ease. He lets out a satisfied sigh and pulls you to his chest. "There. Now it'll stay in."

Tomioka Giyu: Water Hashira

“Tomioka-San? Hello! Tomioka-San? Excuse me? Are you there? Sorry to bother you. It’s Kamado Tanjiro!”

It’s the third day in a row the young boy has come by. At this point, you find it quite comical but you can tell your husband is losing his patience.

“Just entertain him, dear,” you say, folding up the laundry. “You know he’s not going to stop until you answer.”

Giyu doesn’t say anything before picking up his katana and leaving the room. You sigh. He had been so distant since the hashira training started. For some reason, he opted not to participate, and you could only assume that’s why Tanjiro’s been by every day to convince him otherwise. Nothing you could say would really change his mind either. The last few nights Giyu had been staying out later, only returning when he knew you’d fallen asleep and leaving first thing in the morning.

You didn’t want to push and pry, but you hope he’d open up soon. Or maybe, hopefully Tanjiro could talk some sense into him. You decide to at least go to the door and greet the boy.

“Giyu-San!? Maybe he’s not home…”

“He just left, in fact,” you say, opening the door. “Maybe you can catch him for me.”

“Ah! Y/n-san! H-hello! Sorry if I disturbed you!” Tanjiro said with a bow.

“No not at all! You’re always welcome here.” You then sigh. “Sorry my stubborn husband is causing you such trouble. If it’s not too much to ask, please talk some sense into him. I’m sure whatever it is it’s important.

Tanjiro smiled. “Of course! Leave it to me!”

For the next five days, Tanjiro shows up, trying to get your husband to talk to him. You’re thoroughly entertained by the situation that you do little to mitigate, ignoring Giyu’s obvious and desperate looks for help. After almost two weeks of this, Giyu finally comes home early one night with a rather defeated expression. You’re in bed reading when he enters your shared room and immediately collapses on the futon.

“Rough day?” You tease.

“Tanjiro doesn’t know when to quit,” Giyu sighs. He sheds his haori and places his is katana off to the side. “He wanted to have a soba eating contest?”

You laugh. “Did you win?”

“No. I yielded and promised to help with the hashira training.” Giyu doesn’t seem to thrilled by it from the tone of his voice. You frown, close your book and motion for your husband closer. Like a child, he crawls into your lap, laying his head against your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. Giyu sighs contently, inhaling your scent.

“Why were you so against participating in the first place? I’m sorry, but I’m having trouble understanding,” you say, gently running your fingers through his long hair, pulling it out of his usual ponytail.

“Can we talk about it later?” Giyu mumbles. He nuzzles his face into your chest. “I just wanna hold you right now.”

You cup Giyu’s cheeks, forcing him to look at you. You smile. “It’s ok. I’m here for you.” You kiss him gently. Giyu relaxes into the kiss, groaning at the softness of your lips. “I love you so much. Don’t forget, okay?”

Giyu exhales. “Okay.”

He kisses you again, this time with more urgency. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him close as you lay back down into the futon. Giyu trails kisses down the side of your neck, leaving love bites in their wake. His wandering hands tug at your nightgown, exposing your breasts to the cool air. His hair tickles your cheek making you giggle.

“Come on,” you tease, unbuttoning the top of Giyu’s uniform. “Clothes off.” His cheeks were flushed red, and his arousal was evident from the growing bulge in his pants.

“Help me, will you?” Giyu asks, shyly hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He watches while you unbuckle his belt and losen his trousers so that they fall to the floor. He could almost sigh from the instant relief when you release his erection from the confines of his boxers.

You give his cock a few languid strokes, making Giyu shudder in response. He twitched in your hand as you rub your thumb over the sensitive tip, precum beginning to leak out.

“A-ah…f-feels good…” Giyu groans. He has to steady himself on his elbows, resting his forehead against yours. It takes all his strength not to cum right there on the spot. He hikes your leg up around his waist and aligns his cock at your dripping entrance. “Relax, okay? I got you.”

Giyu slowly thrusts in, your wetness causing little resistance. You both groan at the feeling of him stretching you out. Your hips buck upwards, searching for more.

“G-Giyu, m-more,” you plea.

Your husband grunted and picked up the pace. He couldn't get the enough of the way you felt around him. The way your gummy walls would convulse with each snap of his hips. Your high pitched and needy moans for him and him alone nearly drove him over the edge.

"T-there! A-again!" You beg. You wrap your arms around Giyu’s shoulders to hold him close. Capturing your lips again, Giyu sucked hard on them in order to bruise. His thumb jabbed against your clit.

The action caused You to cum. You squealed, biting down on his tongue, making him growl. Your clit pulsated, feeling like it was still vibrating. Tingles raced through veins, rocking your entire body.

"F-fuck, I'm close!" Giyu pants.

His own high was reaching. His thrusts became less rhythmic and more sloppy. Low grunts and moans left his lips. The feeling of You tightening around his dick even more was enough to send him over the edge.

He comes with a low groan. His body rocks and he collapses on top of you, burrying his head into the crook of your neck once more. You squirm feeling him release into your womb.

Giyu pulls out, almost reluctantly and pulls you into his chest. He holds you close as you lull off to sleep. Before you doze off you hear your husband mutter a soft “I love you.”

Himejima Gyomei: Stone Hashira

“Damn it!” You huff. “Why…huff…did his…huff…training…huff…have to be on top of a stupid mountain!”

You slowly waddle your way up the top of the mountain side, on your way to deliver lunch to your husband who had been preoccupied for weeks with the Hashira training. He barely had been home. If he was, it was usually long after you had gone to sleep just to check on you and your unborn child. Then, he was gone before dawn to resume the training.

You missed him dearly. You hated how empty and cold your futon felt without his warmth. You hated how antsy you felt with not only the fear of the upcoming battle with Muzan looming in the distance, but the anxiety knowing that your due date was approaching within the next month. Sitting around was driving you crazy, so you took it upon yourself to make your husband a home cooked meal and bring it to him, asking the crow to guide you. What you didn’t expect was him to be at the top of a literal fucking mountain.

“Ugh I can’t do this…” you groaned, pausing at a random tree to rest. “My feet are cramping and if this child kicks me in my bladder one more time…”

“Eh? Mrs. Himejima?”

“Eh? Ah! Genya!” While you’re thrilled to see the boy that you’ve quite honestly grown attached to like your own child, he on the other hand is freaking out. Why were you out here alone in your condition? Did Himejima know that you were here? What should he do? Help you get home?

“Genya, have you seen Gyomei?” You eagerly ask, grabbing the boy’s hands. “I was trying to surprise him with lunch, but I kinda got lost on my way up here. It’s such a ways away from the other hashira isn’t it.”

“U-um I-I,” Genya stammered. He then sighed. He couldn’t say no to you when your expression was so innocent. He also wouldn’t forgive himself he let you get hurt. “Ok. I’ll lead the way. P-please be careful. Let me know immediately if you need anything!”

“Of course!”

You follow Genya down a path, asking the boy how his training has been with the other hashira. Eventually, the sound of roaring water fills your ears and you both arrive to a massive water fall.

“Namu Amida Butsu,” someone chants and you realize that there are demon slayers standing under the water, bracing the impact.

“Oh my, this is Gyomei’s training?” You gasp.

“Only the first part,” Genya sighs. “Most people collapse and don’t get past the rest.”

“I see.” You’re not that surprised that your husband’s session was the seemingly most physically challenging and demanding. It would of course be no issue for him as his giant stature and inhuman strength made even the most impossible of tasks look like a breeze. But you feel for the younger ones who haven’t quite figured out how to unlock that same inner strength.

“Eh? Wait? Is that Zenitsu!?” You exclaimed, realizing you recognized a head of yellow hair floating down the river. “Ehh! Oh dear! Zenitsu!”

“Wait! Mrs. Himejima!”

You’re already waddling toward the riverbed, trying to reach out and grab the seemingly unconscious boy. You strain as you try your best to grab him, but he slips past you. The rocks are slick with water and before you realize it, you lose your balance. Before you tumble forward, someone grabs you by your waist and gently lifts you out of the river.

“My love, what ever are you doing here?” The low, calm rumble of your husband’s voice fills your ears. Your cheeks warm as your face lights up in excitement.

“Gyomei!” You turn in his arms to hug him around his neck. “I missed you! I bought you lunch! Come on, let’s eat it before it gets cold.”

Gyomei chuckles. “Let’s get you out of the wet clothes first so you do not catch a cold.” He looks over to Genya and gives a slight nod. “Thank you for looking after her. You can be done for the day, Genya.”

“R-right! Thank you, sensei.”

You talk your husband’s ear off about nonsense, him listening with a smile on his face as he carries your back home. By the time you make it back though, you’re sneezing, shivering slightly from the cold.

“My love, what ever were you doing up there?” Gyomei asks, setting you down. He gently unties your Obi, sliding the wet kimono off your shoulders. “You could’ve been hurt, dear.”

“I wanted to surprise you with lunch…” you say somewhat bash fully. “I haven’t seen you much and I’ve really missed you.”

Gyomei softly smiles. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel neglected.” He unties the juban undergarment and you’re left completely bare and exposed before him.

You feel slightly self conscious. Your body has changed so much from the pregnancy. Your breasts were constantly swollen and tender. Your stomach now round and full with stretch marks streaking across your thighs. Yet, Gyomei’s hands are gentle as he explores the new changes to your body. His fingers grace over the curve of your belly, smiling as he feels his baby…your baby…kick against his palm.

“It’s ok…” you let out a shaky breath. “I know it’s your job.”

“No, my first priority is you and will always be you,” Gyomei insists.

“M-mei, can you touch me?” You plea.

“But you’re so far along now. I do not wish to hurt you, my love.”

“You won’t!” Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones. Or maybe it’s the fact that you’ve been missing the gentle intimacy with your husband due to his busy schedule. Either way, you’re finding yourself overcome with desire, wanting nothing but for Gyomei to take and fill you up. “Please?”

Gyomei sighs. He can’t say no to you. “If I hurt you at any point please let me know.”

Laying down, Gyomei pulls you by your waist over his face, his hot breath tickling your core. Your face flushes. “W-wait, Mei, I’ve gained so much weight cause of the pregnancy. I’m so much heavier now and-“

“I don’t care,” Gyomei says, his gentle hands caressing your skin. “You can sit.”

“B-but-“

“Sit.”

The command leaves your legs weak and you settle down over your husband’s face. He grips your waist as he begins to eat you out. You gasp, for some reason more overly sensitive than usual.

“M-Mei-“ you whimper. You rock your hips in tangent with his tongue. Gyomei’s touch tickles your skin. He traces the curve of your stomach, making you shiver. He cups your breasts. They feel larger, and more swollen than usual in preparation to breastfeed. Your nipples are more sensitive too, stiff from Gyomei playing with them.

Your thighs try to clench shut, which Gyomei puts an immediate stop to. He forces your legs open wider to have deeper access to your dripping cunt as he greedily laps up everything you drop. Your essence is so sweet and he can never get enough of you.

As much as he hates to admit it, he’s hated how much his responsibilities as hashira have taken his focus away from you. He’s missed your touch, your taste. He’s missed your scent and your presence. He has noticed all the subtle ways your body has changed and he hates that he hasn’t been around more often to witness it.

“A-ah, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, gripping at Gyomei’s hair. You let out a soft cry as your orgasm hits. Your body shudders and you feel your clit tingle as Gyomei sucks on the sensitive nerves. He laps up your release, squeezing your hips to ground himself. “W-wait. T-too much.” Suddenly, a second orgasm rocks your body that leaves you gasping. Your legs have lost their feeling, and you couldn’t stand even if you wanted to.

Gyomei pulls you into his lap. He hugs you into his chest, his hands snaking under your stomach to lift it gently and provide you some sort of relief. You sigh contently now that some of the weight was lifted.

“Are you alright my love?” Gyomei asks, kissing the back of your neck.

“Mm..” Your cheeks flush as you can feel your husband’s straining erection by sitting on his lap. His hard cock presses against his pants, yet he makes no effort to deal with it. “M-mei, do you…um want some help with…”

Gyomei chuckles, his chest rumbling. “Please do not worry about me, love. Your comfort and pleasure is my first priority.”

Rengoku Kyojuro: Flame Hashira

Like Uzui, Rengoku came out of retirement to help with the Hashira training. His session would take place after one passed Tokito’s endurance training and focused on working on Total Concentration Breathing.

Seems easy, no?

Reality is most people pass out due to their inability to regulate their breathing correctly, thus having to start the process all over again. Your job is to go around a bring water to keep the slayers hydrated. But most are unable to drink due to the constricting feeling of the lungs after trying to recover from constantly using total concentration breathing. That along with the other physical strains it puts on the body. So you just do your best to encourage people to drink when they can.

“Come now! You must focus on the flow of your breathing and raise your awareness of your entire body!” Your husband’s loud voice carries across the training grounds. You can even hear him when inside. “Mastering this will even allow you to detect the most hidden injuries and slow the progression of poisons”

“Darling, don’t overwork them,” you say, coming outside with a new pitcher of drinks and cups. You offer him a cup, which he gratefully takes. “Let them catch their breath first.”

“Very well! 3 minutes then we shall start the next rep!”

You can feel all the gracious looks from the junior slayers as they can finally recuperate for a moment, even if brief. You know your husband isn’t intentionally trying to be harsh. He just gets so passionate about something and sometimes seems to forget that others do not possess the same strength or stamina as him.

“Hello? Rengoku-San?” A familiar voice calls out. It’s a face you and Kyojuro haven’t seen in a minute.

“Ah! Kamado! Long time no see!” Kyojuro exclaims. “I’m glad to see you’re in good condition!”

“It’s good to see you again! You too, Y/n-san!”

“I’m glad you’re doing well,” you say cheerfully. “Good luck with the training.”

Since Tanjiro had already had some experience with Total Concentration Breathing, his session was slightly modified. He’d have to tackle the XL gourd, bigger than the one he did at the Butterfly Mansion and then would spar with Kyojuro. If he stopped his Breathing he’d have to restart. But before any of that, for a warm up, all slayers had to run a 5K while maintaining their breathing.

By the time the sun set, just about everyone was passed out, beyond exhausted from the day. Kyojuro was still in overly good spirits, and full of energy as if the training didn’t even cause him to break a sweat.

“Kyo, I think it’s best to call it a day,” you deadpan.

“Really? But it’s not even dark yet?” Your husband has the most innocent look on his face.

You frown but then an idea strikes you. You lean in close to Kyojuro so that others around you can’t hear the next filthy words that leave your lips.

“If you still have so much energy left, why don’t you use that to put a baby in me like you’ve been wanting.”

You walk off without letting him respond, so you miss the way Kyojuro’s face explodes red. He rambles off some sort of excuse to the other slayers about training concluding for the day before rushing off to find you.

You wait patiently in your room, undressing so that you’re in nothing but your underwear by the time your husband arrives in a frenzy. Kyojuro’s face is flushed, chest chest heaving. The moment he spots you, he picks you up and pins you to the nearest wall, kissing you with urgency.

You groan as Kyojuro’s tongue forces its way into your mouth. His hands gripping the meat of your thighs tightly as he presses his growing erection against your exposed core.

“Feel so big, Kyo,” you whimper, rolling your hips against his.

“My flame, did you mean what you said earlier?” Kyojuro pants, his voice husky and airy as what little restraint he had started slipping away. He needed to fill you up and feel you around him bad, but he wouldn’t unless you were serious.

“Put a baby in me, Kyojuro,” you all but demand.

“If that is what my lovely life wishes,” Kyojuro chuckles. He lays you on the futon and sheds his clothes quickly. “Then I shall fulfill.” His cock is already stiff against his abdomen, twitching in his hand as pre cum oozes from the tip. You trace your fingers down his scared torso, noting the way Kyojuro’s muscles tense at your touch.

“I can’t wait to see what you look like when you tummy’s all swollen and full with my child,” Kyojuro said, aligning his cock at your entrance, his cheeks flushed. “You’ll make such a good mother.”

In a single thrust, Kyojuro sheathed his cock into your cunt to the hilt. The penetration left your eyes watering, crying out in pleasure. Kyojuro groaned. You felt so snug and warm around him that it took everything to keep from pounding into you right away.

“G-gods…you feel so good…”

“K-kyo, m-move,” you beg, trying to move your hips for some sort of friction.

Kyojuro grunts. He pins your legs to your chest, With a languid roll of his hips, he experimentally pulled his length out from the clamp of your hole. And with a sharp snap, he drove himself back into you. The sheer force of his scorching length shot the first wave of pleasure through the both of you. The two of you let out low moans. That first penetration gave way to a succession of increasingly rougher thrusts that had your body burning with pleasure.

Kyojuro’s body shuddered slightly anticipation. You clung to him and dug your nails in his shoulders trying to keep him close. The way his cock stretched you out had you feeling so full and lightheaded, leaving you babbling his name like a mantra.

Kyojuro groaned. He hovered over you, leaning down the kiss you passionately. His hands trailed up side to your nipples that became erect from pleasure. Lips trailing up the side of your neck, he left several bite marks.

"Ah a-ah t-that feels funny." You squirmed. "Kyo ~"

The sound of you moaning his name made Kyojuro’s cock throb. He fumbled slightly, his aggressive and frantic rutting becoming slower and slightly sloppy, instead.

“Ugh, coming,” Kyojuro groaned. He buried himself all the way to the hilt inside you. His orgasm hit and it hit hard. His dick pulsated with each subsequent spurt of cum. His hips still as he emptied inside you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel your insides snap. Your pussy clenching tightly around Kyojuro, practically milking him as your own high shakes your body.

“S-shit,” Kyojuro gasps. He pulled out of your abused hole, watching the way his seed trickled out. The sight made his dick twitch. “This won’t do,” he chuckled while pulling your legs up around his waist. “At this rate, I won’t get you pregnant. Guess I’ll just have to fill you up again and again until it sticks.”

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Uzui Tengen Character Sheet (Faces)

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They are looking at the same person

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Trigger Warnings - Suicidal Ideation, Suicidal mention, suicidal tendencies, self harm, mentions of self harm, mentions of abuse, abuse, child abuse, domestic assault, rape, victimization, talk of drug abuse, drug abuse, addiction, talk of murder, assault.

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The room was way too bright and positive for you. It was all annoying to look at. Why were you here? You shouldn't be here? This was all stupid, and pointless. The obnoxious positive affirmations that were scribbled into the white brick and the happy cat posters placed beside bulletproof glass for safety. There were a variety of other young adults in the room, bodies draped across the various couches and chairs in the room. No one said anything, occasionally glancing among themselves before looking back at their laps or turning towards the tv that silently played episodes of 'catfish’. You blamed your sour mood on the lack of sleep the night before. You had crashed after the events from the past few days but continued to wake up throughout the night, plagued by thoughts and stresses. You had been lied to, the promise of outpatient care had been so nice, and it had sounded like a school day but instead of learning math and science, you were learning how to handle your stress and anxiety. It was frustrating, you were being removed from your home and placed in such a stale environment. The halls smelled of bleach, the constant white noise scratching in the background was irritating and the bright fluorescent lights mimicked being outside while stuck in a windowless brick building. The world was your enemy and you were powerless against it. The only good thing is that your parents had dropped off a bag of clothes for you very early in the morning, leaving you with your most comfortable pajamas and even 2 books. ‘the count of monte cristo’ and ‘Ruth’s bake shop’ two classics and loved by you. The door opened with various beeps, pulling your attention back to earth. "Good morning everyone, I apologize for my tardiness, I just had to grab a file I had missed on my desk" God, even the doctor was way too enthusiastic. "Welcome to day two! I know it's been overwhelming for some of you, I'm sure, even annoying, sad, maybe happy. But I promise by the end of this week, all those feelings will change" Removing the white doctor's coat from herself, the doctor laid it on the back of the chair, bright pink scrubs on display as she sat down, a thick stack of files on her lap. "Before we begin, why don't we start with introductions? I want everyone to introduce themselves and say why we are here. Let's get to know each other, we can help each other heal" Her smile was bright, and the curiosity that glinted in her eyes was possibly even brighter. "I'll start! My name is Dr. Gotouge and I am here because I want to help people, I have seen much suffering and I want to help end that for people" She gestured towards the man to her left, the shaggy black hair on his head covered most of his eyes, making it almost impossible to see where he was looking, the red sweatshirt he wore was tattered, tearing at the ends of his sleeves as he pulled them. He cowered under her curious gaze, seemingly shrinking in on himself as he nervously fiddled with his shirt sleeves. "I am, my name is. I'm-" "Jesus Christ, what's your fucking name" The snow-haired male on your left sat up straight, frustration painting his scared features as he let out an annoyed sigh. "Sanemi. Remember what we talked about, if you feel annoyed towards someone ask yourself why are you responding this way before you speak up" Dr. Gotouge turned back to the timid boy, urging him forward with a slight shake of her hand. "Please continue, you got this!" She cheered. "My name is Tomioka Giyuu. I'm here because I tried to hang myself" he didn't look up as he finally got the words out. "Very good Giyuu thank you for sharing that. It's a pleasure to meet you." "I like your sweatshirt Giyu, it's a very pretty color on you" The bubbly girl next to him leaned close, her braided dual-toned hair draped over his chair. He mumbled incoherently, leaning away until she finally backed away. "My name is Mitsuri Kanroji and I am here because I tried to kill myself!" She was way too happy about it. You tried hard to suppress the shudder at her bright personality. "I'm Kocho Shinobu, I'm here because I tried to kill myself." The girl next to her spoke up, short purple and black hair moving as she leaned back in her chair, unfeeling purple eyes scanning over the people sitting around the grey room. "Thank you, Kanroji, and Shinobu! Thank you for being here on your first steps to recovery" the white-haired male, sanemi scoffed again. "Shinazugawa Sanemi, I'm here because my dad's a pussy and I destroyed his kitchen." "What the fuck" You couldn't stop the words from coming out of your mouth as you looked at the male next to you, his unblinking eyes starting to meet your own. "I'm sorry, I thought we were here with real problems, not just being an idiot" If looks could kill. "Excuse me bitch, I have better places to be I didn't choose to be here." "Sanemi! Y/N! That's enough. Everyone has problems. These are just introductions; we are getting to know everyone right now. We can discuss more after this. Please, let's finish these introductions" The doctor smiled again, and you sighed. "I'm y/n, they tell me I tried to kill myself but that’s not what I was doing” sucking in a deep breath to ease the nausea you felt at the thought. “I was just trying to get the pain to stop” The confession left a lot of people confused. “Why are you here?” Shinobu piped up from her chair, feet barely touching the floor as she leaned forward. "I don't know, everyone else said I had to be here, not like we have a choice. We have a minimum of 4 days here" The thought alone exhausted you, 4 whole days of this. "Hello! I am Rengoku Kyojuro! My father did this to me, but they asked me to come here in case!" The man next to you was shouting, unbothered by the booming sound of his voice as he moved the collar of his turtleneck, showing off the darkened bruises around his neck. You could distinctly make out the silhouette of fingers, purple and black against the man's tanned skin. "A very flamboyant look Kyojuro! You hide the bruises well! Uzui Tengen. I'm here because I am an addict" bulging muscles practically ripped through the skintight long sleeve of the silver-haired male, his dark maroon eyes shining under the fluorescent hospital lights. Another person way too happy to be here.   "Himejima Gyomei, I self-harm" he didn't look anywhere besides straight ahead, clouded eyes welling with tears as he sat, still as a rock. The male next to him seemed like a dwarf compared to Gyomei his smaller and frailer figure hunched in his chair, the white facemask unmoving as he glared around the room, heterochromatic eyes meeting yours momentarily before moving on. "Obanai, self-harm" he offered nothing further, but it satisfied the doctor who clapped her hands together. "Thank you all for sharing yourselves with us. The 9 of you have been brought here today all under very different circumstances and lead very different lives. I got to know and speak with all of you yesterday on your first day with us at haven hill hospital. You all make up our teen unit, the unit that ranges from ages 15 to 20. In the hallway adjacent to us is our pre-teen unit and then we have a children's unit and an adult unit alongside an addiction recovery unit. You all transferred from different hospitals to our mental health facility here and we commend you for taking that step toward healing" The doctor leaned back, smiling as she looked at each of the figures in the room, analyzing everyone she had taken the time to get to know the day before, during their first day on the unit. “Our days will start like this, group therapy and then a group activity, after that, you have the day to yourself, but we must stay in this room. There is plenty to do here, puzzles, coloring, games, getting to know one another, and relating to one another. But let's start with group therapy, does anyone have anything on their mind?” Everyone avoided the doctor's gaze this time, sticking to themselves as she looked for anyone to start, anyone to share. “Okay then, Sanemi, why don’t you share what happened to lead you here?” The man scoffed, leaning forward in his chair. “Sure, why the fuck not. My father is a piece of shit, truly deserves to die in the worst way possible. But I’m not a murderer. He abuses my mom and she's an idiot who stays and continues to raise their children like a champ. She protects us, she stays strong, and this useless piece of shit continues to treat her like she's nothing. He hit her again and left her with a black eye while I was out with my younger brother Genya. He hit her while I was gone because he’s a pussy and knew I wouldn't sit there and watch like a bitch.” He paused, feeling the anger bubble in him at the thought of his poor angel of a mother cowering under his pathetic father. “Stupid bastard didn’t even see it coming when I left and came back with the hammer, he thought I was going after him but I’m not that nice. I’d like to see that useless bastard try to clean up the mess I made. I had Genya get my mom and siblings out of the house and set them up at a neighbor's house while I took care of ours. He was so angry because you can't raise kids in a house that has no kitchen and no doors.” He cackled, throwing his head back in utter delight at the thought of the chaos he left his house in. “Anyways, he called the cops, and they deemed me a threat and threw me here, all while that bastard goes back to abusing my mom and is deemed not a threat” He shrugged, slouching in the armchair. “You're a hero then” You looked at the large man with excessive eye makeup, the red spots that surrounded his eye highlighted with a bright purple eyeshadow, it was flashy, a statement look. “What?” “a hero, you may have potentially saved your family from your father, if the system doesn’t fail. It probably will though, unfortunately,” Sanemi sat back, unblinking eyes boring holes into the man's head as he processed what was just said. “Your dad sounds like he's friends with my father!” Kyojuro let out a boisterous laugh at the thought, just the image of his own father being friends with another sick-abusive individual was enough to get him chuckling. It wouldn’t surprise him either. “My father wasn’t always abusive. He was good to me and my brother as children. My mom got sick when we were young, cancer that was too far along to stop or even slow down. After she passed e started drinking and then with that he started hitting and throwing things. It's gotten worse, I try to shield my brother and keep him out as much as I can, but I can’t do much when I’m only 16.” Kyojuro was solemn as he retold his story, eyes distant as he thought of his childhood, one that was so happy. “You two have been through a lot. Two completely different people from two different sides of town, but similar stories. There’s a lot to relate to.” Dr. Gotouge looked between the two men, waiting for them to respond. “My mom doesn’t hurt me, but I don’t think she likes me anymore” Shinobu piped up from next to the doctor, her hands picking at the strings of her pants, the hole in her knee fraying “She was there when I tried to die. We were on the freeway and I just” she hesitated, eyes flitting around the room before looking at the Doctor. “I didn’t want to be here anymore. I figured jumping out would be quick, over in an instant type of thing. When I unbuckled and tried to open the door my mom started to scream, she was holding my arm and she kept saying ‘What are you doing Shinobu!’ I don’t want to hear her yell like that again. It really scared me, so I sat back and put my seatbelt on. Once I sat back, she was still yelling. She dropped me off at the hospital and then I got sent here. She probably hates me now. I’ve always been a burden, my sister has always been so easy, and I come along with all these problems. She’s not going to let me home now, going to leave me here.” Shinobu was teary as she finished talking, head bowed with a defeated slump. “She doesn’t hate you Shinobu. I’m sure of that. She’s your mom at the end of the day. I’m sure you just scared her. I got into a fight with my parents when things happened, when they found things out. They were so mad, and it was only because they were scared.” You spoke up, wanting to offer comfort to her as she finally let tears fall, puddling onto the backs of her hands. She looked so small sitting in her chair, dwarfed by the angry-looking man next to her. “You have an optimistic outlook for someone who doesn’t know my mom. She is probably just sick of me at this point. After all the doctors’ appointments and therapy, she’s finally rid of me.” “Did she make it obvious that she didn’t want you back?” You asked, “no…” Shinobu was conflicted, the inner battle obvious in her features as she retreated into herself, visibly scrunching. “She loves you, she's your mother and they will always love you. People show it in different ways, unfortunately. But she brought you here to get help, which means she wants to help you, right?” You pressed on “I-I think so. I hope so. She hasn’t done anything wrong. I just burden her so much with things. I feel awful. I wish. I wish I wasn’t like this.” “I also wish things were different. Life would be easier, and kinder to us. We shouldn’t have to suffer this way when were so young. People always say that life gets better, it’ll get easier, but when is that? After my third suicide attempt? When I finally succeed? When does it get easier? Because I’ve tried everything?” the words seemed to have a mind of their own as you spoke, all your internal feelings pouring out. “But that’s why we’re here huh? To get better? We're here to try and we're here to change something, anything to make it easier.” Dr. Gotouge was nodding along as you spoke, all eyes on you. “The first step in any mental health recovery journey is accepting you need help and receiving the help. You have all taken that first step by being here. This is what this is about. Sanemi May I ask? What made you decide to go destroy the kitchen?” Sanemi looked unphased at the question, almost expecting it in a way. “To teach the old man a lesson. Child protective services would frown upon a house in such a state. It was all I could think of at that moment, what else can I do? No one listens to me, we’ve tried to get out. I have 6 siblings all younger than me. Their kids and they deserve better, they deserve more than this. Our mother deserves more than this. But he has all of us in a tight grip, when we were visited by the protective services before he made us all lie or he threatened to do worse than he has. He’s going to kill one of us or all of us. There's no other way” Everyone was shocked at the confession from the brash white-haired male. He wasn’t like that for no reason, his personality was molded into what it is now, hardened into this to protect what he loves most. “I understand your fear. Somedays it's wondering how much your body can take and other days it's fighting to breathe. You can’t rest and you can’t let it go.” Kyojuro was smiling, leaning close to look closer at Sanemi. “We can get out. I know we can, it will just be suffering until then” The laugh he let out lacked gumption, the actual humor sucked out of him. The Doctor was silent besides the scratching of her pen. “Obanai? Giyuu? Gyomei? Anything to add to the discussion?” Dr. Gotouge addressed the three silent men but her gaze lingered on Giyuu who was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. She was met with silence from all three of them. “That’s alright, we can always try again later. You will all proceed to breakfast and then it’s free time. You will have individual therapy with me later as well as some of you will have daily check-ups with our doctor. Have a wonderful breakfast you guys!” As the doctor stood you finally noticed the nurses standing in the doorway, probably there to escort you to breakfast. “Alright everyone if you’ll follow us we’ll be taking you down to the cafeteria.” Holding the door open one nurse led while the other stayed at the back, making sure everyone was in line and no one was straying off, escaping the nurses.

Breakfast was an uneventful affair, the dry and flavorless hospital food didn’t seem to change in any medical facility even for mental wellbeing. The nurses ate alongside you, making small talk with some of you. The other people in your unit seemed more comfortable around each other after the morning group therapy, already talking amongst themselves. You found Shinobu and Kyojuro easy to talk to. Kyojuro was laid back, seeing his stay here as a vacation rather than a forced treatment. He told you about his younger brother Senjuro who was in the pre-teen unit for his safety as well. Tengen was quite lively, managing to get a conversation going with Gyomei, talking about working out and maintaining a hard physique the two of them had. They were both bigger than what you assumed their ages were, with bulging muscles and hardened bodies. Even their casual clothes couldn’t hide their hard work. Obanai and Giyuu remained quiet, Obanai’s glare never easing up. As you were led back to the day room Kyojuro talked animatedly about his childhood. About his mother and her presence in his life and the effect she had on him and his younger brother. “I have 5 siblings as well! They are lovely. I hope they stay safe as they grow, I hope they continue to live happily after me” There was a pause as everyone sat around the day room. No one mentioned the ‘after me’ that ended KAnroji’s words moving on with the conversation. Shinobu had seated herself next to you, curling up in the armchair. "I really appreciate what you said earlier. It was nice to think that I wasn't a burden for a bit. To believe they loved me. Your right, in a way. I think I did scare her, I would be scared if she did it." Her purple eyes were shining with unshed tears, her chin resting on her knees as she drew them into her chest. "I believe everyone has a love for their family. Deep down. But you wouldn't be here without their help, without their push." She nodded "Yeah, your right. Thanks, Y/N" You gave her a small smile, leaning back and enjoying the conversations around you. The day passed by slowly, with small conversations as everyone got to know each other, meals shared in a bland cafeteria, and a few words spoken by Obanai. It wasn’t anything to write home about. As you settled onto the mattress pad, shuffling around for comfort you thought about this morning’s therapy session. You really didn’t belong here.

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I can confirm this happened 🤓☝️