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smut-slut69 · 6 months

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"F*ck your stupid, sexy Miniskirt"

How the Hashira react to your new Mini Skirt. Except Muichiro Ofc, I'm not a weirdo

Modern au, Hashira x fem!Reader

Tengen Uzui

Bro's an ass man and nothing will EVER convince me otherwise

So obviously, when he see's your ass stuck in the tiniest little skirt when you were heading out with your friends for a night.

He couldn't help the way his big hands accidently grazed your ass as he gave you a hug goodbye

And how would he have known his one kiss goodbye would turninto a flurry of sloppy kisses

And he definitely couldn't help the way his member hardened with the need to be deep inside of you

“Fuck baby, m’gonna be late” you moaned when Tengen’s cock slipped past your entrance. You weren’t even sure how you had gotten yourself pressed up against your front door, skirt riding up your ass and nipples rock hard underneath your rhinestoned shirt. Uzui had said he just wanted a kiss goodbye and that was all you ever intedned for it to be, but god it felt so good to get swept up in his big arms, with his equally large hands roaming all over your body. And now you had his thick cock stuffing you full, over and over again, smooshing your face against the wall with every thrust. You let out what was intended to be a sigh but came out a moan as you gripped onto the bigger hand gripping your hips. Guess your friends would have to wait a while.

Giyu Tomioka

I don't know why so many of y'all think this man is a dom

Please, he's never had any sort of sexual interaction in his life until he met you

He's still learning about his own feelings, let alone his sexual attraction

So you can't blame him for his reaction to all the skirts you tried on in front of him after dragging him with you to the mall to help you shop

After all, who wouldn't get bricked up after seeing their girlfriend's fat ass peaking out of miniskirts of every color in the universe

“Aww, my poor baby’s cock is rock hard” you cooed as you settled yourself between your boyfriend's legs. Tomioka just stared at you in awe as your manicured hands grasped his member, pretty glossed lips gliding over his cock. You had done this to him a couple of times before but he swore never got used to the feeling of you taking him in your mouth, sloppily sucking his cock, and bobbing your head up and down so fast he had to bite his hand to handle the stimulation. He honestly thought he was a goner when your tongue came to tease the slit of his tip, but when he peered through his lashes at the mirror across from him in the dressing room. His cock twitched and cum shot out and onto your face when he saw your red miniskirt riding up, giving him the perfect view of your fingering your wet cunt.

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro would hoenstly be confused when he felt the overwhelming need to fuck you every time you walked past him in a mini skirt

He believes he has a good sense of self-control

Or at least enough to allow him to look at his girlfriend in a skirt without salivating like a horny teenager

But there was something about you in that damn skirt that made him lose every ounce of control in his body

Stars, that skirt just made him want to fuck the shit out of you

“Fuck~. . .ah” you moaned out, eyebrows furrowed up in pleasure and eyes rolling back in your head as Kyojuro’s cock rammed into you faster and harder than you think it ever has. Usually, your man was loving and kind. He took his time when he said fucked you, no, made love to you. But this was different. Completely different from the normal. “Oh my god K-kyo, slow down” you cried out. Kyojuro could hear all your cries, he could see your legs quivering on the verge of giving out. But he couldn’t find it in him to let go of the death grip he had on your hips. His eyes glued to your creamy entrance and your essence that covered his cock as he pushed himself balls-deep into you. And fuck, that skirt just barely covering the fat of your ass was driving him even crazier. “I’m sorry baby, I-I can’t” he breathed. “I think I’m gonna cum in this pretty cunt again”

Mitsuri Kanroji

Mitsuri is never beating the bottom allegtions

I mean, this girl is never on top

But when she saw you chilling at home in one of her skirts that were a little too short for you

Your thighs looking ever so plump underneath the pretty black fabric

Mitsuri felt drawn to the sight, seating herself next to you

Smooth, long fingers tracing over your thighs and farther up your leg

You panted and threw your head back with a moan as your girlfriend's long, slender fingers drilled in and out of your cunt, curling to hit that perfect spot inside you. Mirtusi let out a moan of her own when she felt your cunt flutter around her fingers in a way she hadn’t felt in such a long while. She had almost forgotten how drenched your pussy got, how much you really did love when she took control. Mitsuri drew closer and laid supple kisses along your throat, licking along the flesh there and admiring the way your cunt gushed from the sensation. She couldn't believe she hadn't taken the chance to treat your sweet cunt right. But she would be sure to now, determined to make you finish all over her fingers and maybe . . .just maybe her tongue later.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

You make him hard no matter what you do

Like you could breathe and you'd see little Sanemi poking through his pants

So seeing you bent over in the laundry room, wearing one of your old skirts that barely fit you anymore because all your clothes were in the laundry

Had him palming his cock through his sweat pants

He simply was not at blame for what happened next

“Fuck S-Sanemi I gotta put bleach in t-the, Fuck- washing machine”*You gritted out, trying to free your hands from his stronghold. Sanemi strengthened his grip on your wrists, landing a sharp blow on your ass as he plowed his cock into you. You moaned, your legs buckling underneath you from the strength of his thrusts. “You’re wearing this tiny ass skirt and expect me not to pound this fuckin cunt?” he spoke. You roll your eyes, in annoyance. “You’re the worst '' you whined. Sanemi just laughed at you, peering down at where you two were connected. He was always amazed at how sloppy his girl’s pussy was, wet and leaking all over him and your thighs. “You'll like me a lot better if you keep creamin on me like that sweetheart”

Gyomei Himejima

Since Gyomei is blind, one of his biggest love languages with you is physical touch

You all love experiencing each other with your hands

Clinging onto each other while you kiss

Feeling each others bodies are thoroughly

It is definitely one of Gyomei's favorite ways to connect with you

So imagine his excitement when you said you had a surprise for home, that involved physical touch

;)

You giggled as you grasped Gyomei's strong hands, guiding them to feel the mold of your figure under the surprise you were wearing. “Is this a skirt?” he asked when you let his hands explore independently. “Mhmm” you hum, groaning a little when his hands came to squeeze at your ass, “I bought a short one and I thought you’d like it,” you told him. Gyomei leaned farther into you, letting his hands travel under your skirt and onto your pantie-clad slit. He grinned, feeling the fabric already dampened with your juices. Using his middle finger, he rubbed tight circles on your clit and prodded at your entrance gently. You used his shoulders to brace yourself as he picked up his pace. Panties soaking through from how wet he was making you.“I’m gonna cum” you whimpered. Your orgasm was always unbearably quick with him. Gyomei smiled, flicking at your clit just a little faster to push you over the edge. “Go on my love, let me feel you”

Obanai Iguro

Obanai loves your body in everything you wear

He likes to show you off really

Which is why he let you come with him to a club with a few of his friends

the new mini skirt he bought you clinging to your thick curves

He loved the skirt on you

What he didn't love

Was the looks his friends were giving you

Their eyes staying glues to your backside

His jealousy only grew throughout the night

Which is how you ended up bent over in the club's bathroom

Hanging on to the stall walls for dear life

With how many times Obanai had fucked you, you would think you would get used to the sheer size of him. But everytime proved wrong. He was so long that he reached that spongey spot inside of you every time he fucked into you, and he was so fucking thick you didn’t know how you were handling it. Especially now, when his thrusts were mean and jealousy fuelled, leaving you with no choice but to squirt with every thrust. You knew you wouldn’t be able to scramble away if you tried, but you couldn’t help but instinctively push off of his cock. He rolled his eyes at you, almost finding your attempts at getting free humorous. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he pulled you right back on his shaft. Obanai knew he was being far, far rougher than usual, but until he heard a safe word from that pretty little mouth of yours, he’d pound into you as much as he wanted. “Fuck are you running from” he gritted out, “You wanna let my friends stare at what belongs to me” he spoke. “Wanna act like a fucking slut, then i’ll fuck you like the two dollar whore you are” he sneered.

Shinobu Kocho

Shinobu's a munch

Like, she loves eating you out so much

If She's tired, she'll suck on your clit to lull her to sleep

If She's excited, she'll pour it out while licking your slit

If She's angry, she'll take it out on your poor pussy

Today was one of the days where she was exhausted

Having just come home from work all she could think about was you and your sweet cunt

When she walked into your shared bedroom, she saw you sleeping

You mustv'e come home from hanging out with your friends as your outfit would have only been appropriate for a club setting

Shinobu was going to let you sleep, she truly was

But staring at your thick thighs, spilling out of your tiny little skirt made her drop down onto her knees

Shinobu chuckled as she spread your legs, your bare pussy staring back at her, you had no panties on. “Slut” she mumbled to herself. She let her thumb trace over your cunt, eyes flickering between your most private part and your face to see if you were still asleep. She leaned down to lick a long stripe from your hole to your clit, watching as your face scrunched up in your sleep. As she got lost in the feeling of eating you out, her eyes fluttered shut and her lips sucked at your clit. Not caring if she woke you up or not. It was only when her thin digits slid into your entrance that you jolted awake, instinctively moaning in a sleepy haze. Your moans turned to whines as your hips ground up into her mouth and down onto her fingers. Shinobu barely noticed you were cumming as she continued to lick on your clit until your hand came to tiredly push her head off of you. She looked up, licking her lips, “Shh baby” she said, kissing your thighs, “Go back to sleep and let me keep eating”

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calypsocolada · 3 months

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

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

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

wc: 5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anything enlightening?”

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

“I would.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright you won, can I go rest now?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Why though?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’d never chased after someone so hard.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m very busy, you know.”

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

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

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

“Yes I do.” You answered bluntly.

“Now you’re really killing me, Sun-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I- I came to relax of course!”

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

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

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

“Uhm… y-yes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kill me?” You filled in.

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

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

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

“Yes.” He says sharply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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jinmelon · 2 months

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I can confirm this happened 🤓☝️

#demon slayer x reader #kny memes #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny rengoku #kny kyojuro #kny giyuu #kny #kny sanemi #demon slayer memes #mitsuri kanroji #shinobu kocho #tengen uzui #obani iguro #muichiro tokito #kokushibo #douma #akaza

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anqelically · 2 months

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THE MOMENT THEY WANTED TO MARRY YOU

FEATURING. sanemi shinazugawa, giyuu tomioka, obanai iguro & mitsuri kanroji

WARNINGS. gn!reader, fluff, comfort, reader and iguro are naked (no nsfw), hints to iguro’s past

NAVI | KNY MASTERLIST

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA realized he wanted to marry you one day when he came home late at night to find you asleep at the dining table, apparently waiting for him. after the loss of most of his family, the shinazugawa brothers had moved into your home after you offered. you lost your mother to an illness not too long after, making it only you three who inhabited the tiny home.

you always cared for sanemi, and sanemi had always cared for you. so when you learned of his nightly activities, it worried you. sometimes he’d come home with torn clothes, and other days sanemi returned with fresh wounds. if you hadn’t fallen asleep by then, you’d dress his wounds tenderly. it wasn’t any better after joining the demon slayer corps.

the thought of him putting himself in danger like that gnawed at your stomach the first few weeks. but then time passed, and you no longer feared as much. there was always a possibility of losing sanemi, but he proved himself to be strong, both physically and in drive. though, you always prayed for his safety.

your upper body leaned on the low table, chest rising and falling as sanemi approached. the meal you set for him had grown cold a long time ago, but he’ll eat it regardless. first, the boy was going to carry you to your futon. though, the sight of a sleeping genya, whose head rested on your thigh, made him pause.

in his sleep, the young boy clung to your figure. and it was no wonder you only supported your head on the table with one arm, the other one rested on genya’s back. it must’ve been uncomfortable for you, yet you remained in that position for hours, awake or not.

the first one sanemi carried to their respective futon was genya. he was much heavier than before, the older boy thought. he was glad that genya was growing properly, especially with how much you fed him. the black-haired boy loved your cooking so much he almost always ate nearly half of it.

sanemi eventually carried your slouched form to your futon. he set you down gently before placing your blanket over the lower half of your body. you got warm easily, so sanemi knew it would be best to not cover you completely.

the moonlight shone on your sleeping figure as sanemi brushed your stray hairs away from your face. his eyes traveled from you to the cold plate on the table. always so caring, you were. his gaze then landed on genya, who you always treated as your own brother.

sanemi, despite the many things he has yet to comprehend, was sure of one thing— his love for you. the two of you were still teenagers, but he was sure of his feelings. as his fingers traveled from your forehead to your cheek, cupping your face lightly, there was only a single thought that occupied his mind.

one day, in a world free of demons, he’d take your hand and ask you to be his.

it was when you were crying in his arms that GIYUU TOMIOKA knew that he wanted your hand in marriage. although he was skilled, he was rendered unconscious during a mission after slaying two demons with tricky demon blood arts. although he was only unconscious from night till the next afternoon, you couldn’t help but worry.

you were no demon slayer, so the thought of your partner being bedridden had scared you. you rushed to his bedside when giyuu’s crow informed you of his state. and as you sat by his sleeping form, the little butterfly estate girls told you that although he was littered with cuts, none of them were deep.

part of you always believed that giyuu was invincible. even though you knew he was the highest rank in the demon slayer corps, he never came home with worrying injuries. a few small cuts here and there were all treated by you before the two of you fell into bed.

seeing giyuu’s bare torso covered in white patches reminded you that giyuu was not invincible, and even someone skilled like him was vulnerable to injury.

compared to the corps members that already died before giyuu was assigned the mission, he was barely harmed. but since you didn’t see it that way, he saw the tears that brimmed your eyes after he woke up. your hug was gentle as if you’d hurt him if you squeezed him tight.

giyuu snaked his arms around your waist as you cried and told him how you worried for him. your words, even your tears alone spoke volumes about how much you cared for him. the black-haired man held you tighter, knowing that he cared for you just as much, and one day hoped to show you by proposing with a ring fit only for you.

you and OBANAI IGURO were lying bare in bed the moment he realized he wanted to marry you. it was late at night and the two of you had your limbs tangled together underneath a thick blanket, skin-to-skin for half an hour in near darkness. the muted moonlight that shone through the shoji door was only enough to outline the other’s figure.

obanai’s skin burned beneath your smooth fingers, the gentle touch scorching his very being. you always had that effect on him, especially when he was most vulnerable to you, when he was bare.

your fingers brushed the skin of his cheeks, lightly touching the part of his face that he always kept bandaged up. your fingers ran over the bumpy skin once more before you cupped his cheeks, pressing your forehead to his.

there were a few nights you’d spend like this. though, it was always so dark. you wanted to see your lover in full, but knowing how he felt about it, you never forced him to. after all, it had taken you some time to get used to the reminder of your own past; the large scar that ran from your chest to your belly button.

you laid your head back onto your pillow before you asked him if it was okay to light up a candle although you expected him to politely decline. instead, he hesitated before saying you could. after you asked once more to be sure, the black-haired man decided to light the candle for you.

his face, illuminated by the candlelight, turned towards you. obanai watched as you crawled towards him and sat on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. you told him that his beauty never failed to make you awe as he snaked his hands onto your hips.

you smiled at him lovingly before you laid your head in the crook of his neck, finding comfort in your position. he tucked back a piece of your hair before resting his cheek atop your head. obanai thought someone as tainted as him didn’t deserve such love from you, someone so pure. however, you wandered into his arms with no argument, embracing his being. obanai was sure that when the time was right, he’d marry you under your favorite cherry blossom tree.

the two of you were having brunch when MITSURI KANROJI realized she wanted to marry you one day. being the absolute bundle of joy she was, mitsuri was excited about the brunch the two of you planned days before. you’d be coming over to her estate, so the woman made sure to have lots of food prepared.

you arrived at mitsuri’s estate earlier than planned with a tray of sakura mochi you made just for her. although she ushered you to the dining room while she rushed the rest of her cooking and baking outside, you couldn’t help but wonder what was taking her so long. and when you realized it was because mitsuri was running all over the place to pay attention to everything she was cooking at once, you opted to help her.

you smiled at the love hashira, telling her she didn’t have to do all of this by herself, especially since she was providing for their meal. with a blossoming pink dusted across her cheeks, mitsuri thanked you and the two of you finished soon enough.

with everything set on the table, the two of you dug in. mitsuri babbled about her recent adventures like always, and you listened with a small smile on your face. from the moment you met, mitsuri was always so bright. the happiness she had always oozed out of her being and spread onto you, though you’ve never minded it.

while you found yourself lost in admiring her, another blush made its way onto mitsuri’s cheeks. your fond stare nearly made her heart melt when she noticed it. setting down her bowl, she felt her heart race against her chest as a certain thought crossed her mind.

you seemed to have caught yourself and quickly coughed before eating some of the fluffy pancakes she had made, commenting on how good they tasted. mitsuri giggled before she grinned endearingly. if you got married one day, then maybe the happiness of sharing a single meal would continue forever. truthfully, she wished that day would come soon.

NOTE. i was so into sanemi’s coming up with the other 3’s was a bit difficult 😓 sorry it’s a bit ooc (imo) this is my warm up dw

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knyontop · 4 months

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How the Hashira would say “Language”

Kny x child/teen!reader

Ft: hashira, and our amazing, beautiful, handsome, reader.

Obanai:

“Watch your language.” Obanai said with a sharp tone.

Sanemi:

“Language you little shit.” He said smacking you in the back of the head.

Giyuu:

Giyuu didn’t say anything but gave you a look.

Mitsuri:

“Your to young for that language!” Mitsuri said thinking about how your growing up to fast.

Shinobu:

“Y/N! Watch your language dear!” Shinobu said in her regular soft motherly voice.

Rengoku:

“Young Y/N, Language!” The cheerful man said with his loud voice and signature smile.

Tengen:

“Y/N try to keep the language down!” He said with a chuckle.

Muichiro:

Doesn’t really care :P

Gyomei:

“Language young one.” <3

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Hope you like it! :3

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drluvsick · 2 months

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𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐬

you hand make them a replica of themselves in the form of a plushie! 📝 gn! reader. btw relationship is mutual pining. would’ve made the headers as the hashira’s plushies but… coloring would’ve been ughhh. maybe i'll post it separately!

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𝐆𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀

“for me?” he’s surprised before it melts into a smile. with the plushie in hand, he rolls it around feeling the details from his hair to outfit, getting a general view of what it could look like.

“this is very kind of you. i will cherish this for the rest of my life.” he puts a hand on your head, gently petting you as you hug him in return. he’s happy at the action, his large body engulfing yours as he hugs you back. you’re relieved that he’s blind so that he’s not able to see your blush, but with your heart beating unusually fast and loud, you’re sure he can hear it and deduct it himself.

gyomei thinks that perhaps you may hear his heart beating abnormally as well in the moment.

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈

he thinks it’s perfect. would’ve added more glitter, but then he thinks that maybe it’s better off that the entire plush isn’t covered in the tiny monsters. (he held the gift for a few seconds and then BAM, glitter EVERYWHERE on his hand)

he loves how flashy the doll is. it seems to shine and sparkle even in the dark of night.

he obviously treats you to a shopping spree or restaurant “date” with him after (after both of you furiously wash your hands from all that glitter).

absolutely takes mini tengen with him when he’s with you. you both brainstorm ideas for him and his little comrade to match outfits (off to the fabric store!).

this small gift secretly makes him scream inside. when he gets home from the interaction, you BET he’s going to be humming the entire rest of the day, unable to sleep because his thoughts are all filled of you.

𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀

so surprised that you would give him a gift. why would you want to waste so much time in giving him something? something you handmade, to be precise? he asks this, and when you reply saying that you just wanted to, he swears he fell harder than before.

he’s beyond happy, though. you get the grace of seeing him unconsciously smile at the present as he notices the attention to details. how much time did you spend looking at him to remember all these features? the thought makes him a little lightheaded.

you’re too sweet to him, he thinks. now whenever he’s feeling down and you’re gone, he holds the little plush to his heart for a small sense of comfort that helps him to live another day. and he doesn’t dare take it on missions or anywhere, really. he’s too afraid to lose or destroy something you worked so hard on to make for him.

god forbid you tell shinobu one day that you made a plushie for giyuu. she’d never let him get away without teasing him for actually getting someone to like him well enough to make something for him.

will subconsciously hide behind you when she does start with the teasing as you softly grasp his haori sleeve, making his heart flutter tenfold at the small action.

𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈 𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

(you’ve seen his face without the bandages)

when you hand it to him, he’s on cloud nine. you even made kaburamaru! the snake seems to appreciate it, happily leaving obanai’s shoulders to rest on yours instead.

he practically begs to take you somewhere as thanks and to spoil you, because this gift from you has his face heating up and he wants to draw your attention away from it. and when you do agree (albeit reluctantly), his snake looks at him with a “lmao dude you’re freakin’ whipped”.

while walking, he notices that the bandages on the plushie are removable, asking you if it’s intentional.

“see for yourself,” were your words as he reluctantly removed them. he saw the bottom of the face littered in scars almost identical to the ones underneath his own bandages, with the words on the side of the bandages covering the doll’s face reading: “you’re beautiful, scars or no scars. and from what you’ve shown me, it’s the same on the inside.”

he swears that he could just faint right there and then.

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀

“tsk, what is this?”

you smile as he inspects it; watching his lips twitch, fighting the urge to curve upwards. “it’s a plushie of yourself.”

“you made this? for me?”

“yep!”

he looks anywhere but at you, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand as warmth bristles through; his ears turning red as he says, “it’s nice, i guess.”

“just ‘nice’?” you reply back, teasing his quick response. “maybe i should’ve just made a plushie for someone else, liiike… giyuu.” you grin, aware of the facade he’s pulling.

“don’t you dare. it’s amazing, i love it.” he spits out gruffly, but wholly truthful. “…thank you.” he thinly smiles, if not for you observing him you wouldn’t have noticed it.

“aww, you’re welcome!” you snicker.

he turns his head the other way, his face beginning to feel uncomfortably hot.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎

his plushie literally radiates sunshine, just like the original himself. when he receives it, he shouts the loudest thank you you’re ever going to hear.

talks about all the details and how much it embodies him. he adores it. then he asks if you could make one of you, so that they could be a pair together (AHHHH).

hugs you so tightly that you start to sweat from his body heat. but he means well!

eats with the plushie when you’re not with him. it reminds him of who made it and it just makes his food taste 100x better.

probably keeps it in his pocket and shows it to people like, “look what (y/n) made for me! :D” so that now so many people know who you are.

and when you make that replica of yourself for him? he just can’t get enough of how adorable it is. keeps it with him in his pocket too, it makes his day so much better whenever he sees it because it just radiates you.

𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐈

squeals, she’s just so so so happy. her face turns this cute red and all she can do is just smother you with a hug because of her overwhelming excitement.

she dances around with it at first, screaming about how cute you made it and absolutely loving how you designed the doll to be just like her. you got her into the whole craft business, her new determination to make a doll of you to present to you! she hugs you one last time before rushing off with her new plan.

she quickly realizes that if she gives… whatever she made in her first attempt to you, it’d come across as an insult. so she spends countless days and nights (in between missions, of course) to perfect her gift to her beloved. and when she finally does…

…she gives it to you like a child showing their parent their artwork, except mitsuri’s present was better than just any children’s project.

she’s so giddy when you praise her for it, finally able to collapse from exhaustion when she gets home. but when you kiss her on the forehead, she knows that there’s no way she’s going to get a blink of sleep, especially not when that moment keeps replaying in her head throughout the rest of the day.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐔 𝐊𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐎

she’s calm and collected on the outside, having an emotional breakdown and desperately trying not to just tackle you and hug and kill you with kisses on the inside. her logical mind prevails unfortunately.

she dearly thanks you for the gift with the sweetest soft tint of pink on her face.

she takes it for walks around her estate, visiting patients, and when she needs to calm down. it just takes a few minutes with the plushie in her hands for her to think of you to become more relaxed.

she doesn’t take it in her lab, though— worried that something might happen to it. so instead, during those periods, she keeps it in her room in a secret place that only she knows about, because she’s a little paranoid that something may end up destroying it with all the people in the estate and all.

the next time you’re out on a mission? expect a parcel from her delivered by crow with your favorite (non-perishable) food, some trinkets and items you might enjoy, and a note that vaguely suggests her true feelings towards you.

she secretly prays that you’ll take the hint and ask her out.

𝐌𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐎

(reader is either same age or muichiro is aged up)

despite his flawed memory/memorizing issues, muichiro does a huge effort to not forget the plushie you gave him.

he’ll write himself notes, bring it with him everywhere, and he finds himself replaying moments with you and daydreaming in his mind more often about you with the doll around.

definitely falls asleep with it gently in his arms, held close to his chest. it helps him fall asleep faster and more comfortably knowing that something resembling your presence was so nearby.

his crow’s definitely jealous by this btw. but she respects you both so she doesn’t lay a claw on the plushie.

one day when you find him hugging the plushie close to him as he was walking around his estate, you decide to go up to him and hug him from behind. let’s just say, he got a lot more clingy after that, hugging the gift at night tighter to try to replicate that warm feeling your hugs always gave him.

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meowzfordayz · 8 months

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hashira accidentally touch your chest

Author’s Note: pls and ty enjoy this tidbit of crack-fluff. 😆💖

hashira accidentally touch your chest

Hashira x Reader

Word Count: ~1,600

CW: explicit language, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content

Suggestion Fulfilled: Can we get all hashira accidently touch y/n's breast

~faqs~

Fyi, “chest” means boob. I was just worried Tumblr would block this post from tags if I included “boob” in the title lmao. 😉

Shocked 😳😖

“I apologize, [y/n]-san, it won’t happen again!”

Gyomei’s nearly in tears, he feels so terribly 😞

“These things happen!” you promptly assure him, “Besides, you technically won the bout.”

No need to mention that he always wins when training together 🥲

“I cannot accept such a tainted victory.”

“Himejima-san, though I appreciate your concern and respect, there’s truly no issue.”

Meanwhile, Gyomei’s rethinking his entire Breathing Style to ensure he never accidentally touches anyone’s boob(s) again 💀

In cold disbelief 😐😐😐

If you don’t say anything, then he won’t say anything

Alternatively, if you do say something, then Obanai will immediately curl up into a ball and die

Spends the rest of his day recalling the fleeting warmth of your breast

He swears his hand doesn’t even get cold, so affected by the heat of your bosom

Your boob must be ✨magical✨

“Iguro-san,” you call out gently, noting his dazed stare, his dinner untouched while he sits crossed legged, “Is something on your mind?”

“No.” 😐😐😐

Well okay then 🙃

“About what happened earlier…”

🫨🫨🫨 <— Obanai is FREAKING OUT

“… Iguro-san, I didn’t mind.”

And then you stand up, take your dishes, and leave

WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEEEAAAN?!?!?!

Good luck finding Obanai tomorrow 🫡 (the poor man’s been pleasantly overwhelmed)

He’ll avoid you for eternity now 😌 (not really, but at least until he can breathe around you again)

She giggles 🤭

Lol

“Oh my! [y/n]-san, I didn’t mean to touch you so intimately!” 😅

“No worries, it happens.”

Your face may or may not be burning up a storm, but that’s okay!

Mitsuri’s blushing too

A lot 😳

“I hope I didn’t hurt you?!”

Because like, What if I gripped too hard?! 😭

She’s well aware of her own strength

“You barely brushed me, Kanroji-san. I promise!”

Phew!

She grins, relief evident as she bumps her elbow against yours

“Don’t tell anyone, okay? I would be so embarrassed!!!”

“Kanroji-san, our secret is safe with me.”

I wish it would happen again… <— lowkey both of you thinking the same thing 🤪

As a medical personnel (among other roles), Shinobu accidentally (or even on purpose, depending on where you’re wounded) touching your boob isn’t entirely unreasonable nor unrealistic

Obviously it would be nicer if she was caressing you out of love and affection 😔

And not methodically cleansing then bandaging claw marks that just so happened to cross over your chest 😒

“You should make a full recovery,” she’s all business, “The demon avoided your nipple and didn’t puncture deep enough to affect the functionality of your breast,” fortunately, you’re too exhausted to be embarrassed by her bluntness, “It has a nice shape. I’m glad you survived.”

EXCUSE ME WHAT?!?!?! 😃🫠

Now you’re kinda embarrassed

More so preening, really 🤭

It’s like when a doctor randomly compliments the rhythm of your heart or some other characteristic from a mainly professional POV, but you’re still caught off guard because who tf compliments someone’s kidneys or bowels movements or?????

In your pain hazed delusion, you briefly contemplate somehow getting your other boob injured too… gotta make sure you’re matching in (nice) shape, y’know? 😌

Kyojuro can be discreet, albeit more so for your sake than his

“I APOLOGIZE! I DID NOT MEAN TO TOUCH YOUR BREAST!” <— how he could react 💀

“Pardon my slip, are you okay?” <— how he actually reacts, because he isn’t entirely lacking in social awareness and decorum 😆

“Oh,” you don’t mean to squeak, but it can’t be helped when the most handsome man you’ve ever known just casually grazed your boob, “I’m fine! Totally fine! Haha!” 🫨😵‍💫🫠

You’ve gotta be more convincing than that, or Kyojuro will never forgive himself 😕

He’s a lil oblivious when it comes to physical attraction

Not like, infantly so, but given this particular circumstance?

He doesn’t realize you’re flustered; he assumes you’re mortified 😖

“You sound decidedly less than fine.”

He’s softer now, worried about startling you 🥺

“I was surprised! But don’t worry! I’m not worried!”

Okaaay, but he’s worried 🥲

“Is there any way I could make amends for my indiscretion?”

Not only is he handsome, but he is such a gentleman 😭😍

“Rengoku-san, there are no amends to be made, I promise. I’m not mad, nor do I feel unhappy or unsafe. I forgive you.”

Your regaining of the ability to speak in complete sentences greatly reassures him 😮‍💨😁

“Ah. Well. I am grateful for your kindness and understanding. It will not happen again.”

…

Hold up 🧐

Why does she seem… she seems… disappointed? Should I have said it will happen again??

You’ve suddenly given Kyojuro something quite pleasant to ponder 🤔

After all, he isn’t entirely oblivious 😉

“Are you going to apologize?” Sanemi demands

“For what?” you screech

“For touching my hand with your boob!”

Your eyes roll, “Oh fuck off!”

“I didn’t ask to touch you,” he grunts

“I wouldn’t have given you permission anyway,” you retort 😒

Arms crossing over his bare chest, Sanemi scoffs, “Well I didn’t give mine either!”

“You’re ridiculous. It was an accident.”

You seem genuinely pissed 😬

Sanemi rethinks his approach

“You know I’m joking, right?” 😅

“Nooo,” your sarcasm cuts deep, “I thought you were flirting.” 😐

Uh 😀

Well 😃

Shit 😄

“Fuck you!”

When in doubt, curse ‘em out 💀

You scowl, confusion lingering as your blood boils, “Fuck you!”

“I said it first.” 🙄

You stalk away, fed up with his antics

#man child #sort of #romantically inept is more like it

As tends to happen with epiphanies, yours doesn’t hit until you’re almost asleep

“WAS THAT MOTHERFUCKER FLIRTING WITH ME???!” 😳🥴😭

Best believe Shinazugawa Sanemi is about to have a Lesson 101 in flirting asap 😤😎

(assuming you’re older, like, mentor age to Muichiro)

Neither of you make a fuss about it

It’s like accidentally calling your teacher mom 😬

Or grabbing a random person’s hand in the supermarket thinking they’re your parent 🫣

Embarrassing, but not a huge deal — unless you make it one

There’re those three seconds of slow motion Uhh and What just happened and Oops 🫠

And then time speeds up to normal again, you have a quick conversation with your eyes (gosh forbid you speak and bring the unspoken into reality 💀), and it’s over

^^ Alternatively, if Muichiro initiates a conversation to clear the air, then you’re able to have a mature and concise chat that is respectfully and patiently resolved

Embarrassing/accidental encounters are part of growing up

As long as they can be navigated ~safely, there shouldn’t be any lasting harm

⚠️I also want to emphasize that I am talking solely on inarguably accidental/one time incidences⚠️

Hehehe

Giyuu’s hand is stuck 🫣

Only for like, a fleeting second

But omg 😭

He was already embarrassed, and now he’s triply embarrassed 🫠🫠🫠

“... Tomioka-san?”

You won’t lie; you aren’t especially bothered 🤭

But it is a compromising position to be caught in; Giyuu lowkey crushing you, one of his palms clearly cupping your boob 😬

#wrestling #or something #so maybe this isn’t super realistic #forgive me

You’re about to repeat his name when he finally springs to life, immediately rolling off you, standing abruptly, about to literally sprint away

And then he remembers his manners 🙃

He offers you a hand

His other hand; his boob hand is currently tucked away in his haori

He’s never washing it again

#closet perv

“Thanks,” you smile faintly, accepting his assistance as you lift yourself from the ground

You hope he can’t hear your heartbeat 💓

He definitely can 😶

But can you hear his?

“I don’t think we should train together anymore.”

Giyuu is swift and harsh with his solutions

“Why?”

Your question comes out stiffer than intended

He hesitates, unable to interpret the fear in your tone — the longing

“I always beat you,” he explains lamely, “Don’t you get tired of losing?”

You scoff cheerfully, grinning now as you squeeze his hand

Fuck, we were still holding hands?! <— Giyuu is in shambles 😳

“I could never lose!” you declare, feelings brimming in your throat, spilling onto your tongue, “Not when I’m with you.”

Then we should absolutely stop training together would be the responsible reaction

Attachments are the most dangerous game for a Hashira to play 😕

Instead, Giyuu’s rendered speechless, unable to shake his hand from yours

“Well alright then,” he mutters, stomach churning as he narrowly avoids the warmth in your gaze

In fact, you swear he squeezes back 💓

“EXCUSE ME! I HAVE A WIFE!” 😤😤😤

“You have three wives.” 🙄

Sputtering, Tengen shrieks, “I already have plenty of breasts to touch!”

“Tengen,” you glare, not one to back down as you jab a finger into his own chest, “You touched my boob.” 😒

“AND I’M SORRY!” 😭

Much better 😌

“I don’t know what they see in you,” you scoff (you’re also lying, you can see plenty🤭), “They’re gorgeous… and you freak out when you accidentally touch a boob.” 💀

Tengen is 100% pouting now

“I don’t freak out when I touch their boobs,” he huffs

“Well aren’t they lucky.” 😐

“You could be lucky too!”

…

Tengen starts running

You give chase

“DID YOU TALK TO THEM ABOUT THIS?”

Tengen runs faster

“TENGEN!!!!!”

Tengen runs faster and faster

You give up

*insert gasping for air here*

“DO YOUR WIVES KNOW THEY’RE MARRIED TO A COWARD???!!!”

Oh well, you’ll have to visit their estate sometime this week 🙃

You’re sure to get an answer from Hina, Makio, and Suma ☺️

And you can’t wait to see more of Tengen 😏😋

Sorry, sometimes the horny just happens 🥴

#hashira x reader #headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #gyomei x reader #obanai x reader #mitsuri x reader #shinobu x reader #kyojuro x reader #sanemi x reader #muichiro x reader #giyuu x reader #tengen x reader

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xoxoxkisses · 2 months

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How they would cuddle you: Hashira Edition

Warnings: none!

Multiple x Reader

All hashira included + rengoku

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Tengen, Gyomei, Sanemi: the sweethearts cradle/ you loved to lay on his broad chest. Whenever the two of you would crawl into bed, you’d instantly lay on his chest. He absolutely loved it; the way your tiny frame was nestled beside his bigger frame drove him crazy. He also loved that he could easily wrap his arms around you, making sure you didn’t go anywhere. When he would notice you were asleep, he’d pull you impossibly closer to him and start rubbing your back, places kisses to your head.

Mitsuri, Obanai, Giyuu: the spoon/ with Obanai and Giyuu, you are typically the small spoon. He loved to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close to him and nuzzle his face into the bend of your neck. Every time he did this, he could smell the lingering fragrance of your perfume; and he loved it, it actually put him to sleep sometimes knowing the love of his life was safe and sound beside him. Now with Mitsuri, you’re the big spoon. You loved having her in your arms. Although she could be the big spoon, you preferred to do it, you preferred this position with her as it allowed you to snuggle closer to her. Sometimes even placing soft kisses to her head or cheek.

Muichiro, Rengoku, Shinobu: the leg hug/ Shinobu and Muichiro are pretty similar. They don’t like to be jumbled up with you. Sure they loved sleeping with you, they just got hot easily. You however loved physical touch, so they made a compromise with you. You could wrap your leg around theirs and fall asleep that way. In the end, you were both very pleased with the outcome. Now rengoku. He just moved too much in his sleep. One second you would be ontop of him, and then the next second, he’d be hanging off the bed. So, you just resulted in interlocking legs. This worked out well for the both of you, it actually helped him to stop moving in his sleep slightly.

Bonus!

Muichiro, Giyuu, Mitsuri: the lap pillow/ Muichiro loved to lay in your lap after having a bad day. You would always sense his bad mood and pat your legs, inviting him. He always swiftly walked over to you and got comfortable, even grabbing your hand to put it in his hair, insisting you play with it. Giyuu and Mitsuri loved when you would lay in their lap. They both loved playing with your hair. Mitsuri would gush with excitement when she saw you had fallen asleep, jumping with joy in her head as she fell in love all over again. When giyuu would notice you asleep on his lap, he would remove his hand from your hair and bring it down to your face and start caressing it, whispering small things to you such as: “you’re so beautiful.” “How’d I get so lucky?” “Please never leave me.” ————————————————————————

I hope you guys enjoyed! Lmk if you want one of these with the Kamaboko squad!

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xxlady-lunaxx · 14 days

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mitsuri’s emotional. that’s been established many times ago. it was for that fact that sanemi disliked her. it annoyed him. but seeing her like this? brows curved down, lips trembling in a suppressed sob. she looked terrible. the dark circles that came with the job seemed more distinct. they made her look tired and worried and years older than she was. and for the first time, sanemi felt like she looked truly an adult. and it worried him. deeply. so he couldn’t help it when he pulled her in for a hug. it happened inadvertently. he didn’t mean to pat her gently, tugging her haori snuggly around her and murmuring that they should begin to head back. he didn’t mean to place his lips to her forehead. to guide her to a wisteria house. to tuck her in. he couldn’t help it. but he preferred her hysterical. he preferred her the childish, exuberant girl he loathed. not… this. not when it made him like this.

#lmao i dont usually post much of the rarepairs i like bc (coughs in afraid of judgement)#but fuck it #sanemitsu #sanemi x mitsuri #mitsuri x sanemi #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #fluff #angst #sanemi shinazugawa #mitsuri kanroji #demon slayer #hashira #ds #for some reason my sister interpreted this as sanemi hating mitsuri #sighs #anyway them #i love them

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arixella · 3 months

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Demon Slayer Season 4 Ep.8

The all out war has begun. (so mad they left it on a cliffhanger😭)

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kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings · 1 year

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Puts their face in your chest on purpose:

Douma/Doma - it's a funny pastime to him

Sanemi Shinazugawa - you're comfy

Mitsuri Kanroji - Listen, you can face plant into her chest too so she takes the opportunity whenever she can

Accidentally trips and lands face (or hands) first into your chest - yes they scream in shock:

Uzui Tengen - Yes he screams, yes his hands are still firmly on your boobies and no, he's not let go yet

Rengoku Kyojuro - although he promptly backs away and apologizes in a very fast way

Akaza - Makes very disgruntled noises until he pulls away with a very high pitched screech

Accidentally trips and lands face (or hands) first into your chest - they accept their fate and don't move:

Giyu Tomioka - gives you a thumbs up when you ask him if he's okay and he just stays there for a while

Obanai Iguro - contemplates taking a nap between your boobs

Shinobu Kocho - she's tired and you happen to catch her, you won't mind if she takes a quick nap, right?

Stiff as a fucking board if they even BRUSHED against your chest:

Genya Shinaguzawa - ...... He's only just become confident in looking you in the eyes

Kokushibou - Your very pretty and his head starts to go places..... Will be thinking about his near chest experience

Gyutaro - he always has to be looking in your eyes when speaking, any sign of boobies and he dies on the spot

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smut-slut69 · 2 months

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~★"Don't be shy Babygirl"★~

★Hashira x fem!HashiraReader★

How the Hashira act when they see how shy their pretty girl is when it comes to sex. Except for Muichiro Ofc, I'm not a weirdo.

★Obanai Iguro★

Your whole life had been dedicated to training. Every second of your life was focused on becoming the highest rank a Demon slayer could achieve, Hashira Status. And when you finally achieved that, your dedication to the craft was what drew the serpent Hashira to you. He admired your attitude, your strength, the way you held yourself. Your confidence was truthfully sexy to him. Which is why, during times like this, when you had your back pressed against Obanai's front, his legs pinning your own down. One of his slender fingers toying with your clit expertly. Yet, not a sound was leaving you. You did this often, staying quiet when he made you feel good. And he didn't like it. Not one bit

It felt like Obanai had been toying with you for hours when it had really only been half of one. His fingers pinched and prodded at your clit in a way that had your back arching and head rolling back against his shoulder. You had been doing a good job at keeping your moans in, holding your bottom lip tight between your teeth. But you couldn’t help the small whine that left you when Obanai pulled his hand away from your wet slit, bringing them up to your mouth. You obediently suckled on them the way he liked as he opened his mouth to talk to you.

“Tell me doll, am I not making you feel good?” your boyfriend asks you, and you’re quick to answer him when he pulls his lengthy digits from your lips, “Of course you make me feel good, you always make me feel good. Why do you think you don’t”?”You ask, turning to look up at him.

“You’re awfully quiet, ”he answers, “Partners tend to be vocal during times like this”.

You sigh, looking away from him, “I-I know, but Obanai…I’m too vocal” you say, “I’m really loud and I don’t want to turn you off,” You tell him honestly. Obanai tuts at your words, his free hand grabbing your chin to make you look at him again, “I like it when you make noise, I want you to be loud” he says, wet hand wandering back down your body to tap his index finger against your clit.

On instinct, you bite your lip to keep your moan in and he rolls his eyes. His fingers glide down to your dripping entrance, fingers sliding in with ease. You can’t help the way you moan as the limbs curl deeply inside of you, stroking that special spot that had you seeing stars. His smile grew the more vocal you got. You were right, you were loud. So loud, the sounds in the room right now were borderline pornographic. Obanai presses a wet kiss to your neck, silently praising you for your newfound confidence.

“That’s my girl, let me hear how good I make you feel”.

★Mitsuri Kanroji★

Mitsuri is definitely a bottom. And you love giving fucking her, making your pretty, sensitive girl feel good. But in the rare times, Mitsuri would take charge in the bedroom. You always got...nervous. You couldn't relax, couldn't just sit and feel the pleasure she was giving you. And Mitsuri Noticed, she noticed everything when it came to you. She thought that after a while, you would learn to relax, to take what she was giving you and let yourself enjoy it. But no matter how many times she got between your legs, you never relaxed. Not even now, when she was suckling on your clit, fingers tweaking with your nipples were you able to relax.

When your girlfriend's lips unlatched from your clit, you looked down at her. She moved to sit on her knees in front of you. Her soft hands pushed your legs to your chest, softly stroking over your thighs. “Mitsuri?” you call, “Did I do something wrong-”

“Why won’t you relax for me sweet thing?” she asks you, “You think I won’t take care of her?”

Her eyes don’t meet yours, focusing on the twitching of your cunt. You were soaked, slick dripping down your thighs messily. But you were just so tense.

“Talk to me” she urged, “why can’t you relax, hmm?

You sigh softly as you talk to her, “I don’t know…you make me nervous I guess” you tell Mitsuri. “How am I supposed to relax when the love of your life is eating you out so well you feel like you’re gonna pass out. I just don’t want to do anything embarrassing…something that throws you off” you ramble.

Mitsuri Chuckles lightly, “I let myself enjoy you all the time. I thrash and I moan, and it doesn’t throw you off right?” you nod as she keeps talking, “Trust me, baby, it feels so much better when you let yourself feel it,” she tells you. Her gentle hands stroke up your body, comfortingly massaging your shoulders, the flesh of your tits, and the dip of your hips until she felt the tension dissipating from your body. “There we go”, she says softly, pressing wet kisses down your abdomen until she was in front of your sopping core, “Just relax and let me kiss this pretty cunt” she told you, settling on her stomach between your legs.

Of course, your girlfriend was right. Relaxing really made the experience ten times more heavenly. You closed your eyes, letting yourself focus on how her tongue felt against you. She always started slow, licking from your entrance to the bottom of your clit before all her attention was focused on your clit. The way she suckled on it had your eyebrows pinched together in pleasure. It felt like your body was on fire, your thighs twitching the harder she sucked, her tongue flicking at your clit. Whimpers and whines filled the air as your hand slid through Mitsuri’s hair, pulling her impossibly closer. Hips humping up into her mouth.

With pleasure so intense, it wasn’t a surprise that you came with the same intensity. A cry leaving your lips as Mitsuri licked at the juices that spurted out of you. Working you through it. When you were calmed down, and your breathing was even again, Mitsuri plucked herself away from your slit, sitting up to look into your fucked out eyes. She wiped away the wetness dripping down her chin with a satisfied smile on her face.

“I told you it’d feel better”

★Sanemi Shinazugawa★

Everybody knows Sanemi's a freak. Like, bro is an absolute fiend, I mean he'll do anything anywhere, he does NOT care. So that was why EVERYBODY was confused when Sanemi fell for you. You were a new Hashira, soft-spoken, kind, delicate. Almost the exact opposite of Sanemi. But he loved you and you loved him too. Even the side of him that was a little taboo. But what Sanemi didn't know, was his sweet girl was a little worse than him

You had just come back from a long mission, having defeated a lower moon demon all on your lonesome with barely a scratch on you. So of course your boyfriend had to take you down to the entertainment district to celebrate. Taking you to your favorite restaurant, buying you expensive wine and anything off the menu you wanted.

As the night mellowed out, plates cleared, the two of you left with half a bottle of wine on the table, sipping and giggling with each other like you always did. Things took a turn when Sanemi mentioned how much he had missed you while you were gone.

“I’m proud of you, y’know,” Sanemi said to you, “My girl’s strong as hell” he praised.

You blush at his compliment, a small“Thank you, baby” leaving your lips. Sanemi reaches down to grasp your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “I mean it really, but I hate when you leave me here all by myself” he mutters, pressing another kiss to your palm, softly pressing them down your arm.

“Sanemi,” You say, trying to sound scolding, but your voice is far too soft for that “We’re in public!”

He nods, rolling his eyes, “And has that ever stopped us before?”

“It’s never stopped you before,” You say, shaking your head. “C’mon Mama, I saw an office in the back…it’s empty,” he says, hoping to convince you to join him. “Please” he pleaded, “You really gonna make me walk out of here with a hard-on?” he said.

You rolled your eyes, sliding out of your chair and dragging him along when you saw no one was watching. You stomped to the back and Sanemi pulled open the empty office door, shutting it behind the two of you.

He’s quick to grab your hips, gently backing you against the door. His hands trail down to the back of your thighs, hiking you up to his height. Your hands easily roll around his neck, looking into his eyes. Being held like this, you could feel how hard he was, his cock snug against your clothed cunt. “How are you this hard already, nothing we talked about during dinner was even remotely sexual” you spoke.

You let out a soft whine when Sanemi doesn’t answer you, instead pressing a kiss to your lips, “Couldn’t stop thinking about my girl, how soft you are, how good you feel” he breathed, pressing another rough kiss to your lips. You kissed him back, having learned to kiss him with the same intensity. Even though you missed this, you pulled away from the kiss worry taking over you.

“Baby, really, we should wait till we get home” You moan as his rough kisses trail down your neck, his hands move to pull you flush against him. You can’t help the way your hips press a little harder against his erection.

“You sure?” he asks you, his own hips pressing harder into your cunt, making you stutter as you answered him. “I’m just worried about g-getting caught” you whimper.

Sanemi suddenly puts you down, spinning your body around so your face is pressed against the door. His large hands pressing your back into an arch. He was quick to unbuckle his pants, pulling his cock out of his pants. He bunched your dress up around your hips, pulling the wet fabric of your underwear to the side. His fingers plunged into your cunt and you moan loudly. Sanemi’s free fingers drag in your mouth, “You're makin too much noise woman, quiet down” he growls in your ears.

You try your best to stay quiet as your boyfriend fingers you. Your cunt was soaked, squelching sounds filling up the room. Sanemi’s cock twitched when he heard the moan you let out when he curled his fingers. But that wasn’t the only thing he heard, and you heard it too.

Voices. Voices and footsteps coming farther in your direction.

You panicked looking back at Sanemi who seemed to be enjoying this. He spotted a closet beside the desk in the room and he gently walked you towards it, closing the closet door behind him, pulling his fingers out of you.

Sighing in relief, you tried your best to be quiet when you heard two people enter the room. You could feel embarrassment curl up your neck. Growing worse when Sanemi lined himself up with your entrance and pushed himself inside. You let out a squeak, looking back at Sanemi in the dimly lit closet. “Wait, Sanemi, wait- they’re gonna hear us!” you whine, trying to warn him.

“No they won’t baby girl, just be quiet for me,” he says hips jutting into you. It was embarrassing, how wet you were. It didn’t concern Sanemi at first, you were always wet. But this was different, arousal was sticking along his abdomen, dripping onto the floor beneath the two of you.

He knew he made you feel good, but this was different. And he didn’t understand why until the noises your sloppy cunt was making, were being picked up by the two people in the room. Hearing that they could hear you made you whimper a little too loudly, Sanemi started to worry that the two of you really would get caught.

His hand covered your mouth, dragging your head against his shoulder. “Baby shhhh, you have to be quiet” he whispers but you keep moaning as if people weren’t in the room with you, “God Mama, s’like you want them to hear you or something”

And when you clench around his cock he finally realizes why his shy girl was so vocal all of a sudden. “Oh you dirty girl, you want them to hear us don’t you?” he whispers, speeding up his hips. You groaned as he pounded into you harder, turning you to look at him “Yeah you do Mama, this sloppy cunt says it all” he speaks. You glance away, embarrassment filling you now that the truth has been revealed.

Sanemi shakes his head, “Nah baby don’t get shy now, s’too late for that”

“No need to hide how filthy you are from me”

★Gyomei Himejima★

Life as a Hashira didn't leave a lot of time for romance, the most you had time for was a quick fuck. And that's what you were used to, fucking guys who were looking for the same thing you were. Pleasure. But when romance finally entered your life in the form of a gentle giant, the way he loved you was new, something you'd never experienced before. Your boyfriend was a soft soul, and you loved him for it. Gyomei was soft with you, soft touches on your hand, soft kisses on your cheek. The same could be said in the bedroom. And that was just so embarrassing to you, and a little frustrating too. You weren't used to soft sex. You were used to fucking, being turned around and faced down, content with using and being used for pleasure. But sex was just so...different when it wasn't rough when it wasn't mean, when it was with him. And you couldn't understand why he was so gentle when it came to you

The way Gyomei knew your body made you so incredibly wet. He touched you, every inch of you, kissed every part of you so slowly, so carefully you could cry. He spent so much time on you. Making sure to pay attention to every part of you. It made you feel so vulnerable, so bare. That one night, you really couldn’t hold back from crying.

Usually, the tears that rolled down your cheeks during times like this were ones of pleasure. But the fat tears which rolled down your cheeks right now were because of your boyfriend, who was currently teasing his cock against your crying pussy, pushing just the tip in but never more, taking his time to feel you.

However, when he heard your quiet sobs he was quick to cradle your face in his hands ever so softly, only making your tears worsen. “My love, what is the matter?” he asks you. You weren’t too good at expressing yourself. He knew that. But you had grown better at telling him what was wrong in the time the two of you had been together.

You sniffle a little as you speak, “This is the matter!” you exclaim frustratedly, clearly having let these feelings build up for a long while. “Nobody fucks like this, nobody! I mean this is so embarrassing” you say as he wipes away your tears.

Subtle anger bubbles in you when you hear your boyfriend chuckle lightly at you. “Have you ever considered that I don’t want to’ fuck’ you?” he says softly, pressing a peck to the shell of your ear, “I mean ‘fucking’, that’s the word you use for hookups…hen you meet someone you don’t know and are fueled by shallow arousal and need”. Your boyfriend explains before he presses kisses down your neck, sloppy, slow ones that force a moan out of you.

Gyomei’s large hands grasp his cock, stroking over it before he angles it just right to push inside you. He always gave you so much time to adjust, to really feel his cock inside you. Your back is arched now, pleasure coursing through you, Gyomei still whispering in your ear. “When we have sex-” he continues, “You turn me on more than you know…and I feel the overwhelming need to be nestled inside you just like this” he whispered, his free hand pressing on where he was inside you. Your legs quake a little at the feeling, a whimper leaving you as he pulls his cock out of you so just the tip was inside before he pushed back in. Keeping himself there as he spoke to you.

“But you, my love, you don’t deserve to be pleasured like you're some hookup, some random girl I don’t care about or care to know,” your boyfriend tells you, his hips now rutting into you at a steady pace, feeding you hard and deep strokes. Something you never knew you liked until him. Everything was so different with him.

“I want to make you feel good the way you deserve, you deserve to be cherished, to be taken care of. Not ‘fucked’.” Your toes were curled in pleasure the more he spoke, “So don’t be embarrassed about me taking my time with you” he tells you, “It’s what people do when they are in love and I love you”

“And I’ll make love to you as many times as it takes for you to understand that”

★Tengen Uzui★

You were absolutely convinced you were broken. From the simple fact that whenever you tried to orgasm, you couldn't. Because you always had to pee when you got close. No matter what you did, how much water you didn't drink, how much you peed beforehand. You were always met with the same result. Now that you were married, things were a little more difficult. You had four people who wanted to make you cum that you never let do so, often opting to service them inside as to not disappoint them. You were terrified to tell them the truth, that you couldn't orgasm. So while you made out with your husband, your three wives away on a mission together, you figured you'd break the news to him before his cock grew any harder in his sleep shorts.

“Lord Tengen, I have to tell you something,” you say, pulling away from the kiss the two of you shared, your husbands lips chasing yours as he opened his eyes to look at you.

“What is it Mama?” he asks you, moving to kiss your neck, strong, big hands caressing your hips. You let out a shaky sigh, “This is a little embarrassing to admit” you say, “And I've been scared to tell you for a while but baby..I- sex won’t be any fun with me because…because I can’t orgasm!” you explain.

Tengen backs away from your neck to look you in your eyes. And you stare baffled when he bursts out laughing. Full-on cackling to the point where he sounds like a dying hyena. You roll your eyes at him, “It’s not funny!” you shout hitting his arm, he reaches over to rub the spot you hit, apologies rolling off his tongue as he tries to control his laughing.

“Y-Yeah, you’re right i-it’s not funny at all,” he says, trying to be serious. Trying even harder when he sees the frown on your face. He reaches up to grab your chin, “Why don’t you think you can orgasm doll?”he questions

“...Because every time I get close, I have to pee, so I stop. And it happens every time!”You mutter, a pout on your face.

Tengen nods at your words, leaning in to press a kiss on your pouty lips, “I’ll tell you what, why don’t you let me try to make you cum and if you really can’t, we’ll take you to a doctor and see what’s wrong” he reasons with you.

You shrug, sitting up to pull your nightgown over your head, “Fine, but i’m telling you this won’t work!”you say.

He shushes you with another kiss, pushing you onto your back. You melt into it hold, easily spreading your legs so his hands could grasp your thighs, pulling you against him.

“How should I give you your first huh?”He breathes against your lips, “Should I use my cock or my fingers, or maybe my tongue?”he asks.

“Your cock”you whimper out, “I want your cock” you tell him and Tengen smiles, “Okay Mama, turn around f’me.”. You do as he told you, turning around and letting him press your face into the pillows, a hand on your back easing you into a deep arch. His thumb gently plays with your clit, watching as your hole clenches around nothing. The more he rubs, the wetter your pretty pussy gets, dripping over his thumb.

With his free hand Tengen fumbles with his shorts as he pulls out his cock, tip angry and red, leaking precum profusely. “You think you’re ready for me?” he asks you softly and you nod your head, fingers gripping the bedroom sheets.

He readies himself behind you and when he pushes in your brows furrow, he was big..really big. But the farther he eased in the, better it felt. He sat still inside you for a few minutes, brushing your hair out of the way to kiss your neck until your winded voice told him it was okay to move.

You felt your legs start to shake embarrassingly quick, your husband hitting the perfect spots inside of you every time he pushed his fat cock into you. You were a mess of whines and whimpers as he fucked into you. It felt so good, you thought you might burst into sobs if you didn’t get to cum from this.

To your disappointment, you felt the all too familiar feeling you always got when your pleasure was close to it’s peak. You gently reached back to press a hand to Tengen's Torso warning him of what was to come, “I-I, fuck, I told you it wouldn’t work. We have to stop… I have to pee!”you exclaimed.

You squeal in surprise when Tengen grabs the hand on his torso and your other hand that was clenching the bed sheets, using them for leverage behind your back to fuck you harder. The new angle of his hitting so deep it made the peeing sensation worse.

“T-Tengen” you stutter, “Don’t make me pee myself” you beg, looking back at him helplessly, a pout on your lips.

Your husband just laughs, “You won’t baby, relax for me Mama, just relax. You’re not gonna pee” he tells you and the fact comforts you a little. But it doesn’t stop worry from filling you as the overwhelming feeling of an orgasm and the need to pee takes over you. “T-Tengen I-I think I’m gonna cum” you whine out, toes curling as he fucks you.

“Go on baby, cum on my dick, you can do it” he encourages. His words make your whole body tense up, your eyes rolling back in your head. You let out a nasty cry as your whole body shook, racking with pleasure. But that wasn’t the only sensation you were feeling. Everything was so wet, your juices spurting all over Tengen's cock and your thighs.

You were a fucking fountain and it was the sexiest thing Tengen had ever seen. He couldn’t help the way he pumped you with his cum, watching as you twitched with a dark look in his eyes, still cumming all over him. He chuckles a little before speaking to you, though you could barely hear him through your fucked out state.

“Good girl, see? You can cum, you’re just a little messy”

★Kyojuro Rengoku★

Kyojuro thought you were adorable. When he first met you, your soft demeanor impressed him. But you were so shy, so new to things, he had a lot to teach you. He taught you a lot, about love and life. And while teaching you about love, he taught you how to have sex. Great sex at that. But you were always so shy. Even now, when you were on your knees In front of his growing erection, your eyes were still wide, hesitant, and curious.

You stared at your boyfriend's cock, a bright blush creeping up to your cheeks. You knew he was big, you had taken him inside of you a few times before. But you barely managed to fit him in you, so how the hell was he supposed to fit in your mouth?

“Kyo', I don’t think it’s gonna fit,” you say in awe, a gentle hand reaching to grab at him, squeezing the base. Your hand could barely wrap around his girth. Kyojuro chuckles a little, a hand coming to pat over your head, “You can take me, princess,” he assured you.

“..Do I just…lick it? Or am I supposed to suck?” you ask, the questions embarrassing you.

“Use your hands first, and stroke me, Princess, can you do that for me?” your boyfriend asks.

You nod your head, moving your hand up and down his shaft. From the sighs and breathy moans Kyojuro was letting out, you were pretty sure you were doing good. The faster you stroked, the more you noticed beads of precum sliding from his tip. You leaned in, sticking your tongue out to lick at the sticky pre, humming at the taste.

Kyojuro watched your movements, stopping your attempts to move your tongue away, “Keep licking baby girl, just like that”. You tried your best to mimic your movements from before, licking the underside of his tip. Eventually, you got braver, moving to suckle on his tip. You were quite enjoying yourself, even though you felt a little silly on your knees like this. But it was making your boyfriend feel good, and you liked making him feel good.

“You ready to go farther princess?”Kyojuro asks after a while, voice laced with lust. You pull off his cock with a loud pop that had your boyfriend's hand fisting in the sheets. “Yeah, I just suck with it all stuffed in?”You ask.

He nods his head, “I’ll help you, baby,” his hands stroking through your hair up into a makeshift ponytail, “Open your mouth f'me, stick that tongue out.”

His words make you glance away in embarrassment, doing as he says. He uses his hands to guide his cock to your lips, gently easing you on his cock. The stretch is alarming, but he feels good in your mouth. Until he hits the back of your throat and you start to gag. He keeps pushing you down though, all the way until little yellow hairs tickle your nose. You choked, spit drooling over his pelvis until he pulled you off, and then back on. Settling you into a good rhythm, until you got the hang of everything on your own.

You felt, embarrassed, and a little silly while your boyfriend was stuffing your mouth full, but your boyfriend's moans and whimpers were well worth it.

“Oh god baby” Kyojuro groans as he looks down at you, all pretty just for him. Face covered in spit, tears welling up in your eyes, and hair a mess, with your mouth stuffed full.

“You’re gonna make me cum all over that pretty face”

★Giyu Tomioka★

Giyu loves you so much. Just absolutely everything about you. He’s just a little bad at showing it though. Giyu’s the type of guy to see you in the sexiest dress ever, be absolutely amazed by it, and when you ask him what he thinks, he’ll say it’s fine…that he likes it. Over time, actions like this kinda make you doubt yourself, more specifically your body. “Are my boobs too big in this”, “Maybe I should cover up more…my butt is a little flat”. Thoughts like that running in your head. And it wasn’t like he meant to make you feel that way, Giyu is a sweetheart, he just genuinely doesn’t know he’s not conveying how beautiful he thinks you are. Until one night of course.

Giyu had been exhausted these past few weeks, demon slaying would do that to you. He wanted to go to sleep when he finally came home, take a long ass nap. So why was his back pressed against his bed frame, His girlfriend nestled firmly in his lap as he pushed his tongue down your throat?

Don’t ask him.

He loved making out with you, his hand reaching to grab anything he could reach on you. And you were no better, having already pulled off his shirt, your hands reaching to fumble with his pants to pull out his cock. You were eager today and he could understand that, it had been a while since the two of you had sex and both of you were hungry for each other. But that’s why he was so confused when you denied his request.

“Baby..” he breathed out, tugging on the end of your nightgown, “take this of f'me”

At this, you froze the hand that had wrapped around his cock stopping its movements. You shook your head leaning in to press a feverish kiss on his lips, “It’s okay” you mumble, “I’ll keep it on".

Giyu kissed you back, lost in the feeling of your hand starting to jerk his cock, but not lost enough for your words to go unnoticed.

“Y-You want to keep your clothes on during sex?” he questioned softly, trying his best to keep his words clear through his haze of pleasure. You nod your head at his words, “It’ll be better” you mumble through his kisses, stroking your boyfriend faster, spurts of pre dripping over your hand, “If I’m covered…you’ll enjoy it more” you say.

Giyu’s eyebrows furrow and he places a gentle hand on your cheek, pulling you away from the kiss. Looking at him like this you could see the concern in his eyes. “You think I’ll enjoy this more if I can’t see you, all of you?”

You sigh, glancing away from his gaze, hand slowing its strokes to a halt, “Look, I know you’re not too fond of my body, but I’m really horny, so if I keep the nightgown there are no problems with anyone and-”

“Where did you get the idea I don’t like your body?” he asks swiftly, cutting you off, his hand making you look him in the eyes again.

“Well…you’ve never said much about how I look. I’m not sure if you think I’m sexy…or if you hate the way I look” You admit. Giyu’s heart breaks a little at your words, his thumb strokes over your cheek softly, “Baby girl...I think you’re beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking” he tells you, “Everything about you is so sexy and alluring and I’m so sorry I don’t tell you that enough" he says.

After a while of letting his words sink in, your hand comes to rest on top of his, “Do you forgive me, baby?” Giyu asks and you nod with a smile on your face. “Of course I do”“Good,” your boyfriend says, pressing a kiss to your nose.

“So why don’t you take this off for me and let me watch my gorgeous girl ride me, hmm?”

★Shinobu Kocho★

Your girlfriend was mean. She teased you all the time, flustering you, embarrassing you. And sex was no different. Sex with Shinobu was always such an experience. She made it feel like the first time every time. But it got worse whenever she got the strap out. She got dirtier, nastier. Whispering filthy words in your ear. Your girlfriend always managed to make your cheeks heat up. To surprise you.

Shinobu was small, but she fucked you as if she was six feet tall. Your leg was thrown over your girlfriend's shoulder, her strap tight on her hips. She was staring down at you, a hand wrapped around your throat. Her strap was pushing so fucking deep inside you, you felt like you were gonna lose your mind.

She wanted to use the biggest one she had on you and you were worried, you really didn’t think you could take it. But of course your girlfriend had to tease you about it, ‘oh you’d probably cry if you did anyway’... ‘we don’t have to use it, i can always make you cry on your tongue’ she said. Her last words were said with genuine concern. You knew she would never make you take anything you didn’t want to. But you couldn’t let her win, you would not cry if you took it.

And that’s what got you here, her purple strap fucking meanly into the spot inside you that had your toes curling, and fat tears welling in your eyes. You tried your best to hold in your tears, hoping to cover up their arrival with your whimpers and moans.

But when she had hiked your leg up over her shoulder, reaching ever so deep inside you, the tears spilled. And of course, Shinobu noticed, a smile spreading on her sweet face.

“Aww, you cryin baby?”she asked, and you pout at her, “..I-I can’t help it” you sniffle.

She mimics the pout on your face, mocking you, “Wh-what, is my cock too deep inside your little cunt” she teased.

Your face flamed red, turning away from her you said, “You’re so annoying, it’s so e-embarrassing when you talk like that”

“..Oh really?your pussy doesn’t seem to mind at all,” she says, choking you a bit harder to get you to look back at her, her free hand sliding down your body to thumb at your clit making you cry out. “See?, just listen to her…she likes when I talk dirty to you,” your girlfriend says and you do hear yourself.

The squelching in the room was so loud, so lewd. She always got you so wet. And Shinobu was always in awe at just how worked up she could get you, seeing your juices on her strap sent her spiraling, “God it’s like she’s talking to me pretty, telling me how good I fuck her”

You close your eyes to ignore the embarrassment you feel from her words.

“You’re so wet pretty girl, soaking the bed. My messy girl”She spoke, leaning down to leave a sloppy kiss to your lips.

It was just so much. The way she was talking to you, about you. The way her thumb was rubbing precise circles on your clit and her dick was kissing at your cervix. You tried to push your hips away reaching a hand out to try and move the hand rubbing overwhelmingly on your clit.

But Shinobu was stronger than you and she held you in place, pushing your leg closer to your chest, nestling impossibly deeper in your cunt. Your eyes shoot open, eyebrows furrow in pleasure when her fingers speed up on your sensitive bud, your girlfriend looking into your eyes with a smug smile on your face.

“What’s the matter baby, Why are you trying to push me away?” she spoke, her voice so soft you would have thought she was being genuine, before she leaned in closer to you, kissing the pout off your lips.

“I-It’s too deep Nobu...” You cry, "I c-can't take it, s'too deep!"

Shinobu tuts at you, “You said you could take it pretty, you told me you would,” she said, “So you’re going to sit there, look pretty like the slut you are, and take my cock right?” she asked, slapping your clit when you didn’t answer her right away, “..Right?”

You sighed, one day you would prove her wrong, get leverage on her, and tease her the way she relentlessly teased you. But today was not that day.

“R-Right” you stuttered out, face red, a mess of tears spilling down your face. Shinobu smiled, happy with your answer.

“That’s right, now be a good girl and cum real messy for me baby”

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Do you think you could maybe do the Hashiras with a dying reader? Not like dying in there arms but a reader who's so ill that they can't move and bed ridden, dying?

Remember to take care of yourself!!

Hashira x Reader - how sickening

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

content warning: angst, fluff?

Tengen:

"i'm home" he said, still both his swords in hand. he had started immediately coming home after his missions, worried over your safety.

since the doctor told you to stay in bed, he had to help you more now. he didn't mind, he would give you acts of service as long as you live.

however, when he heard sounds coming from the kitchen, he dropped both his swords, rushing towards the room.

you stood in front of the counter, trying to chop vegetables. his eyes widened, knowing that you put a toll on your body. with a swift movement, his hand was on yours as he stood right behind you.

"darling, it's enough." he told you, gently taking the knife out of your hands. he almost felt bad when you looked at him with big deer eyes. "the doctor told you to rest."

"i know, but it doesn't sit right with me. i still feel like i can do things myself. i want to be helpful." you admitted, your head lowering.

"i know, but it's important to rest at times. let's bring you to bed, I can finish this." he answered, nodding at the vegetables. he put an arm around your shoulder, leading you towards the bedroom.

listening to your words, he knew you still wanted to feel helpful - strong, but he saw how weak your body truly was.

he knew that there was a slim chance of survival. he didn't want the time you still had decreasing because you were pushing yourself too much.

Obanai:

you were asleep again. it happened more often since he came visiting you every day. his eyes were looking you over, trying to find anything out of place.

you had more bandages on your arms, probably from all the shots you were receiving. your lips have turned more pale and dark circles were slowly growing under your eyes.

he had come up with a routine when you were asleep upon his arrival, checking your body first and then placing his head on your chest.

he closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sound of your heart. the steady beat always managed to calm him down, but it has grown weaker over the past days.

he felt worry consuming the back of his mind, not noticing how your hand moved until it was placed on his head.

"Obanai.. you came to visit again." you mumbled, opening your eyes just a bit, everything else felt too exhausting.

"i promised." he answered, carefully pulling away. he knew it was stupid, but he was worried about putting too much weight on you.

"you can continue, i don't mind.." you tried to encourage him to continue, not wanting him to feel stressed. he declined your offer right away, much rather looking after you.

"i'm fine."

Rengoku:

his eyes were locked on your plate. the two of you have eaten lunch about half an hour ago. when he decided to do the dishes and found your nearly untouched plate, worry began to pool in his gut.

you hadn't eaten properly over the past few weeks, but it had been so much worse since last week. he put the plate down, not feeling like cleaning it right now.

his mind was elsewhere - with you - trying to figure out how to make you feel better.

he had already known what an untreatable disease could do to people. he had watched his mother be bedridden until the moment of her death.

and even though you've told him that you made peace with the fact you were going to die, he had at least wanted to make your days as bearable as possible.

he shook his head, trying to lock the negative thoughts out. times were hard, he needed to show you he was a reliable husband - that he still had hope.

he cleared his throat, trying to look more confident a he wandered to your room. perhaps he could convince you to eat a small treat.

Sanemi:

visiting the hospital was something Sanemi dreaded every day. he would've avoided ever seeing this place, but that meant he wouldn't be able to see you.

entering your room, he found himself swallowing down his sorrows. he did it for you, but it got harder for him with each passing day.

he stood next to your hospital bed, looking down at your face. you nearly looked like last time, but you've grown more pale.

he wondered if you could feel the change - feel anything. if he only knew that his daily visits were helping you grow healthy.

yet there was no indication of your well-being. you had been in a coma for three months now and the doctors didn't believe in your recovery anymore.

"i tried cooking your favourite, when you wake up again, i want to show you." he started, standing next to your bed. he didn't know what to do, so he decided to tell you about his day when he visited.

he knew it wasn't anything interesting, but he hoped you would hear something - anything. he hoped you would wake up and prove the doctors wrong.

Giyuu:

this wasn't fair. his sister. his friend. the people he fought to protect. and now you.

ever since you've grown sick, he has stayed by your side. he knew you couldn't move on your own so he did it for you. it was easy to carry you around, you've grown much lighter in his arms. it worried him, even the inexperienced eye could tell you weren't healthy.

"the sun will set soon." his quiet voice proclaimed, feeling your head move. he sat down on the engawa, keeping you in his arms.

"is this okay?" he asked, trying to ensure you weren't uncomfortable in his hold. he wanted you to feel at ease at all times.

"it's good, don't worry." you mumbled, placing your head against his chest. his hold on you grew tighter, he was glad you put your trust in him.

he swore to protect you, but protecting someone from a demon is different than this. he felt helpless, afraid of losing you.

he didn't know how many sunsets you would be able to see.

Gyomei:

when the first signs of your sickness started occuring and you wished to still indulge in the pleasures of life, he had supported you.

deep down he thought it would maybe make you feel better, treat what was untreatable.

however, it didn't change the number of times you were more tired than usual, passing out in the midst of a conversation or task.

"Gyomei..?" you awoke in your bed, hands slowly rubbing over your eyes. you didn't know why you were here, you had been walking through the meadow a few moments prior.

"your fever has returned." he informed you, placing a wet towel on your forehead. you shuddered at the feeling, sinking deeper into the blankets.

"i didn't notice, i'm sorry." he said, his voice having grown more quiet. he felt guilty, he should've noticed that you had grown more ill again.

"don't apologize. it's nothing we could've seen coming." you answered, a quiet chuckle leaving your lips.

he smiled, yet he couldn't unhear how weak your voice has gotten, how you had to exhaust yourself everytime you answered.

Shinobu:

"are you ready for your daily shot?" she asked you, wanting to make sure you're fine. you nodded, trying to force a smile on your face.

she glanced at your face for a short moment, then proceeded to take the syringe in her hand. you had been staying in the butterfly mansion for a while now, but you still didn't look any better.

the sting of the needle barely hurt and feeling the small amount of liquid entering your arm made a weird sensation spread throughout your body.

you wanted to tell Shinobu, but stopped when you saw her face. the smile she tried to keep up vanished every time she had to give you a shot.

you figured that he was worried about your state, not wanting it to worsen. naturally, you brought your hand on top of hers, her eyes meeting yours.

"it's going to be fine." you told her, a weak smile forming on your face. she smiled back. "i know."

she needed to leave a few moments later, telling you to rest some more. your emotional strength was admirable, but it wouldn't keep you safe this time.

how long would she be able to treat you until she gave up fighting a deadly disease?

Mitsuri:

"[name]!" Mitsuri cheered, rushing towards you after she entered your shared estate. it was the first thing she did since you had been bed-ridden.

"i brought you some sakura mochi! i thought sharing some would lift your mood!" she cheered, placing a huge plate of the sweet treat down next to you.

she smiled happily, though her face dropped when she saw your apologetic look. had she done something wrong again?

"thank you, Mitsuri, but i'm not supposed to eat sweets.." you reminded her. now she really lost her smile, looking at the plate and then back at you.

"i'm so sorry! i just wanted to cheer you up!" she whined, her hands immediately coming up to meet yours. she didn't do this will ill intentions, she had just wanted to make your day brighter.

"it's fine. i appreciate the gesture." you comforted her, gently squeezing her hands. at least that's what you tried, but your strength has drastically reduced, making the action barely noticable.

"sit down and tell me about your day. i've been worried about your mission." you said, watching her slowly sit down. she did as you asked, wanting to make you happy.

and as you two sat there, speaking for hours, she didn't notice how you had pushed the sakura mochi further to her - by the end of your conversation the plate was empty.

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