#I got lucky with Rengoku

[inosukijiro]

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐓 ! ᝰ 𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀

ᯓ☆ 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 : i love love love giyuu so much and i just want to give him all the love in the world. based on how i finally got thinning shears and have never been happier so i combined the two. weird concept but i enjoyed writing it.

! 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ¡ : mentions of depression !! may contain unhealthy hygiene habits and or unhealthy thoughts (brief s*icidal thought mention in the beginning) !! reader is referenced as from modern day era because i love this concept. this also might be really long.

𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕 : hi sorry this IS very long actually thank you

Giyuu is depressed. It's not a weird phenomenon or something that people really need to think too hard about. He’s depressed and has been for a long, long time. Now in your eyes, you know that some of the other Hashira know that something is wrong. And as much as you love and appreciate the kind company of Mitsuri, Rengoku and Gyomei, sometimes you really dislike how they submit to the others when they begin to bad mouth him — behind his back and to his face.

He doesn’t take care of himself properly and it shows. It isn’t just that he has bags under his eyes that gives away that he's tired. Because he is. It’s the mix of tiredness and sadness that causes your heart to ache. His eyes express everything that he wants to say without having to say it at all. And if anyone had ever taken the time to really look at him, they would know. He looks tired of everyone and everything. He wants to go somewhere and never come back. It’s a shame a demon hadn’t killed him already, he feels. He wishes he could just die in a ditch, but that would be too good for him. But he can’t do that. Not to Sabito, not to his sister, and especially not to you.

You have been staying at his estate for months. He was surprised, like many of the other Hashira, that you have chosen him when given the choice. It had irked him at first and he wondered if this was some sick joke. But you moved in after being discharged from the Butterfly Mansion. You helped make breakfast, greeted him nicely in the morning, took the time to talk to him even if he didn't answer back. You often asked how his day was at the end of it. You thanked him too many times for him to count and Giyuu doesn’t remember being thanked this much. He doesn’t complain, but when you are more settled in as his estate being your new home he is much happier that the thanking has stopped. You didn’t invade his space disastrously, you were considerate of him and respectful. And even though he will never find himself good enough, he couldn’t say no to you when you wanted him to train you. Nothing crazy, just enough to defend yourself as you were indefinitely a long way away from home.

It really shouldn’t have come to a surprise to him that you figured out his tricks, his excuses. It wasn’t that he had ever tried to hide the fact that he wasn’t really caring for himself. No one would have noticed anyway and even if they did, they wouldn’t concern themselves too much with it. But you, on the other hand, were always keeping an eye on him closer than most. And sure there were many ways that he wasn’t taking care of himself that he could easily hide away from you if he was so adamant about it. But the one thing he couldn’t hide, from you at least, was his hair.

His hair is matted, and Giyuu will swear up and down that he does brush it. But that's a lie and you know it. He doesn’t have the motivation to sit there, whether it be in the morning or after a mission, to brush through all the knots and tangles. He's lucky he can manage enough energy to sit there in the bath till the water gets cold thinking about his life choices. But that's it. He’ll tell himself that he will wash his hair tomorrow, that he will deal with detangling it then too. He can’t even fathom doing anything else. The idea of taking the hair tie out almost makes him nauseous.

You notice this after a while. At first, you assume it's because of a mission. He lies too, and agrees. It's the easiest excuse he can come up with to keep you from worrying. Yeah, after a lengthy scuffle with a demon, it would have been safe to assume that his hair was going to get messed up. But then you notice it looks the same every time after that, even on days where he isn't being sent out. His hair looks half heartedly brushed on the top, to hide the knots probably pulling at his scalp. After staying with Giyuu for so long, you felt comfortable enough to try and help him, because you didn’t know how much longer you could watch this go on.

So here you are in Giyuu’s room. You didn’t have to plead with him too much, he had no energy to tell you that you didn’t need to. That you had no obligation to him just because you were living there. At this point, he couldn’t help but be a little selfish and grateful that an angel like you had come to save him.

On his futon, you’re taking your place behind him. He sits in between your legs. You comb and brush his hair after you had to cut the hair tie out. That's okay, you tell him. You can have one of mine, I have so many.

Your touch is so gentle and nice and Giyuu doesn’t know what to do. He almost wants to cry, honestly. Even as you take your time going through the jungle that is his hair, trying to preserve as many strands as you can. It’s taking hours, not that you mind. It’s bad and it was obvious that it was going to take a while anyway. But Giyuu can’t help feeling guilty. He knows that you offered, that it was your choice to help him, but it's late at night and you should be sleeping. Not sacrificing your time and energy on him.

However, every ounce of your touch is comforting. Even as you hit a knot. It should hurt. But it doesn’t. It can’t. Not when all he can feel is the lovely, tingly sensation that's flooding his body and mind. You even take the time to talk to him, filling the silence with your sultry voice. If it weren’t for that, he would have fallen asleep by now.

You talk to him about his hair, getting an idea of what to do. Because you can’t just leave his hair like this. As more time goes on and more clumps of hair start surrounding the sides of the futon, you realize you are going to have to cut his hair. The more the hairs start smoothing out, you see how uneven it is. One side is now longer than the other. He doesn’t want to cut all his hair off. He doesn’t want it short. He doesn’t think he can handle it being that short. Even if the change might do him some good, it’s still too much change. And you aren’t going to do anything that he doesn’t want you to.

So you suggest a clean up. You’re going to try and fix it up without cutting it too short. So afterwards, when you give one final brush through his hair, it's time to start. And Giyuu is sad? Maybe. He misses your hands in his hair a little too much. But the way you softly guide him to where his back is facing the edge of the futon. Oh boy. He knows that it really isn’t the best suited place to cut hair, but he trusts you. You are very meticulous in everything you do and very determined — happy, mind you — but determined nonetheless to finish this little project you started with him.

It really doesn’t take that long to cut it into shape. Giyuus hair is beautifully thick and after the trim, his curly waves are starting to shape up just a little bit. But something is missing. Sure, you could just tell him that you're done. Giyuu wouldn’t argue or complain. In fact, he probably would be on his knees thanking you for the tiniest bit of care. But that isn’t what you’re about to do.

Giyuu, for the first time that night, is calm. And the way you softly lean over the side of the futon to your bag and grab the thinning shears, Giyuu begins to feel something deep within himself. Perhaps it's a nice burst of anticipation. He feels tingly and happy. Giyuu heard you mention the shears before. He had never seen you use them, mainly because he had never been within his estate when you’ve decided to do so. But that doesn’t really matter.

You took the time to explain the scissors to him. Even if he already had an idea of what they were used for.

“These thinning scissors take off a lot of weight and make everything so much smoother. I don’t like my hair ending abruptly, especially if it's a bit below shoulder length. So, I’m going to smooth your hair out on the bottom so it matches this little bit over here. Okay? Okay.”

You continue to talk a little bit after that, but Giyuu doesn’t register any of it. You're doing so much for him now, almost too much. Undeservingly too much, but he doesn’t dare say a word. He just relishes in the light touch at the tips of his hair by your hand. He can feel the gentle touches at the end of his hair along his back. After taking the time to be so considerate for him he would’ve let you do whatever you wanted. And that’s what makes him feel even more. He can’t describe the feeling. But, he knows that even if he were to say that to you – that you could do whatever you wanted – you would have told him absolutely not because it was his body, his hair, his choice and it made him so humble: so comforted.

You are back behind him, standing on your knees hard at work. The gentle, soft touches had him melting and wondering what he did to deserve someone as sweet and considerate as you. Every so often you were touching the side of his face. He guessed you were fixing his bangs and the hair that framed his face, so it would match. Yes, that’s exactly what it was because you explained it to him in that beautiful, sultry voice that made it hard to focus on anything else.

And when you were done he was almost disappointed. Your touch was still buzzing along his nerves and he was desperate for attention again.

“Okay, all done.” You murmured softly to him. It was so painfully obvious that he is in some sort of bliss and you didn’t want to startle him out of it. “Go ahead and see how it looks and feels. Tell me how it is.”

You handed him a mirror and honestly, Giyuu was surprised that he was staring at himself. He looked clean? Sure, his hair was greasy. He hadn’t washed it in days and you had never once judged him for that. You had said that you’d help him with it after you cut it, so that it felt extra clean and all the little hairs from cutting would come out too.

He ran his fingers through his hair and it was so smooth.

Maybe it was smoother than you had explained or maybe it was because he combed his fingers through the entirety of his scalp, rather than just his bangs and a few pieces of caught out hair. His ends were light and feathery? The bottoms of his hair flowed nicely and now he understood what you were trying to do.

You're ushering him into the bathroom. You have to clean his futon now because you have to change the sheets. You were absent minded about it, but you were going to have to change it anyway. Giyuu hadn’t been taking care of himself obviously, that meant he hadn’t changed the sheets off of it in a while. Now you seriously had to given the fresh layer of hair covering his bed.

You did this quickly, changing the futon covers out with new ones, not stalling for time to help Giyuu wash his hair. Giyuu hadn’t even realized you would have to wash the futon tomorrow, that wasn’t a task for tonight. But by the time he’s in the water you’ve already done what you needed to do in his room and now your hands were back in his hair.

You scrub his hair and lather the shampoo, and for the thousandth time that night he wonders just how lucky he is. He wonders who allowed him to have this. Who allowed him to experience such love and care.

Now he’s tired, so incredibly tired that he really doesn’t know what to do. Well, no that isn't very true, he knows exactly what to do. Absolutely nothing. He’s out of the bath and in bed momentarily. No time was wasted. He can barely keep his eyes open by now. The futon is fresh and he’s in his sleeping clothes. He’s laying on top of you as if he were a warm blanket. He thinks, oh so briefly, about moving. You might get uncomfortable or sweat or get crushed by him during the night. But then that thought went away quickly. Faded away, never to return because you are running your fingers through his hair still.

It's like a reward at this point. He feels the need to be thanking you profusely, but he can barely utter a sound. If he were a dog, his tail would probably be wagging violently. No matter how long you’ve been together he is still touch starved. Sometimes he doesn’t allow himself the opportunity or luxury of you. You're too good for him – he doesn’t think he will ever stop thinking about it. But you’re patient with him and it makes his heart whole.

૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა thanks for reading babes ⊹

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[doumadono]

Vowed to avenge - Akaza x Reader

Warnings: smut w/o plot, dirty talk, vaginal sex, praise kink Synopsis: the search for the Upper Moon Three takes an intense and steamy turn Requested by: @warringwarrioridiot - I sincerely hope that this fic meets your expectations and brings you enjoyment

MASTERLIST

You had been searching for Akaza for months. Ever since he killed your dear friend Kyojuro Rengoku, you had made it your mission to track down the demon responsible for his death. It wasn't an easy task. Akaza was a powerful demon, and he had a knack for hiding in plain sight. He was known for his immense strength, speed, and tactical intellect. His presence alone struck fear in the hearts of those who dared to cross his path.

You scoured every corner of the country, following any lead that came your way. You spent sleepless nights studying maps and consulting with other members of the Demon Slayer Corps. As the months passed, your frustration grew. You felt as if you were getting nowhere, and you couldn't help but wonder if your search was in vain. But you couldn't give up. Not when Kyojuro's death weighed so heavily on your heart.

You were a unique individual, to say the least. Standing at just under 5,2 feet tall, your curly hair was your most defining physical feature. It was wild and untamable, much like your personality. As the tsuguko of Mitsuri Kanroji, you had a fierce and confrontational demeanor that often put others off. Your short temper and abrasive nature were infamous among your peers in the Demon Slayer Corps. You had a sharp tongue and were never afraid to speak your mind, even if it meant ruffling a few feathers. You were a force to be reckoned with, and you knew it. But underneath your tough interior was a deep sense of pride and loyalty. You were fiercely dedicated to your cause and your comrades, and you would do anything to protect them. Your heart was as big as your personality, and those who were lucky enough to get close to you knew that your tough interior was just a defense mechanism. Despite your abrasive nature, you had a certain charm that drew people in. Your confidence and fearlessness were contagious, and you always had a way of making people feel seen and heard. You had a gift for connecting with others, even if it meant calling them out on their faults.

Ultimately, after what felt like an eternity, you got a lead. A demon had been spotted in an abandoned, desolate dojo, and it was said to be Akaza. You didn't waste any time. You gathered your weapons and set off to the dojo, determined to confront the demon who had caused you so much pain.

You finally found his lair, an abandoned, desolate dojo in the mountains. The wind howled as you walked towards the entrance, clutching your sword tightly. You took a deep breath and entered the dojo. As you entered the demon's lair, you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. You knew the danger that awaited you, but you were ready to face it. You were a warrior, a fierce one. The air was thick with the smell of blood and death. Your heart raced as you overheard footsteps approaching.

As you turned around, your heart began to race. You could feel the sweat on your palms and the hair on the back of your neck standing up. But to your surprise, there was no one there. Just darkness. You tried to take a step forward, but your legs felt heavy, as if they were glued to the ground. The darkness seemed to swallow you whole, and you could barely see your hand in front of your face. Suddenly, you heard a whisper, but you couldn't tell where it was coming from. It was a soft, almost melodic voice, and it sent chills down your spine.

"I expected you to arrive sooner, considering your position as a tsuguko of a Hashira," a voice said.

You could feel your hands shaking with rage, but you refused to give in to his taunts. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "You talk too much, demon!" You spat back, your voice laced with venom. "I'm not here to exchange words with you. I'm here to avenge Kyojuro's death."

You suddenly saw a figure emerging from the shadows. As he drew closer, you could make out his features in the dim light. The first thing that caught your eye was the glinting of his eyes in the dim light of the moon that filtered through the cracked windows, piercing and golden. His skin was porcelain white, his sharp angular features seemingly chiseled from marble. His hair short and pink. His muscular frame adorned with tattoos that snaked their way up his arms and down his chest, like serpents coiled around his body. As he walked towards you, his movements were graceful yet menacing, like a predator stalking its prey. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as he drew closer, his powerful aura filling the room.

Akaza's grin only grew wider. "Ah, yes. The flame Hashira. He was a worthy opponent, but in the end, he was no match for me."

You felt a surge of anger at the mention of Kyojuro's name. You raised your sword, ready to attack. "Don't you dare mention Kyojuro," you utered, your words dripping with venom. "Your words are nothing but malice, a cruel mockery of a man who gave his life to protect others, demon!"

You leaped into action, unsheathing your nichirin sword with a swift movement. You charged towards him, intent on taking him down and avenging your fallen friend.

Akaza merely stood there, watching you with a bemused expression on his face; he was completely unconcerned about your attack.

You swung your sword in a wide arc, aiming for his midsection, but Akaza sidestepped effortlessly, moving with the grace of a dancer. His movements were fluid and precise, like he was merely playing a game with you.

You gritted your teeth, frustration boiling within you as he dodged every attack with ease. You knew that he was toying with you, but you couldn't help but feel impressed by his skill. Finally, you saw an opening and struck, your sword connecting with Akaza's shoulder. A sizzling sound filled the air as the demon slayer sword burned through his flesh, leaving a deep gash in its wake.

Akaza stumbled back, a look of surprise and admiration on his face. "Ah, you have some skills indeed, little slayer!"

You didn't respond, still in the midst of battle. Akaza's wounds were already beginning to heal, and you knew you had to keep moving if you wanted to have any chance of defeating him.

The two of you clashed again and again. You felt your heart racing in your chest, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Despite the danger and the pain, there was a thrill in the fight that you couldn't deny. It was as if you were meant to be here, facing off against this powerful enemy.

As the fight wore on, you could feel your strength beginning to wane. You knew that you couldn't keep this up forever. But just as you thought all was lost, you landed a decisive blow, your sword piercing through Akaza's chest.

He gasped in surprise, his eyes wide with shock, bu within blink of an eye, his wounds began to heal, the flesh knitting itself back together before your eyes. Akaza chuckled, rolling his head back a little. "I must admit, I'm impressed. You're a fierce warrior, I like that, and your loyalty to your friend is admirable. You also have quite the bratty attitude, don't you?" He inquired, his voice low and smooth. "I must admit, I find it rather endearing."

You bristled at his words, feeling a surge of indignation at his condescension. But before you could retort, he continued.

"Although, I must ask, were you not taught to speak with more respect?" He chuckled, his tone lightly chiding. "After all, you are the tsuguko of a Hashira. One would expect you to comport yourself with a bit more decorum."

You gritted your teeth, fighting back the urge to snap at him. Akaza's words were like a thorn in your side, reminding you of your own failings and insecurities. But you refused to let him see your weakness. Gasping for air, you spat through clenched teeth, "I don't need to respect a demon who preys on the innocent," your words sharp and biting. "And I certainly don't need your approval, demon!"

As much as you hated him, there was something about Akaza that seemed a little intoxicating. The way he carried himself in, his wry smirks and words, it was all so beguiling. It was almost as if his presence alone was enough to make you feel weak in the knees. It was confusing, this feeling of being drawn to your enemy, but you couldn't ignore it, no matter how hard you tried. As Akaza stood before you, his tattoos glinting in the moonlight and his haori flowing gently in the breeze, you found yourself studying his features with a mix of fascination and revulsion.

Akaza's eyes roamed over you, taking in your appearance with a predatory gaze. For a moment, you braced yourself for his next attack, but instead, he surprised you by complimenting you. "You know, for someone with such a bratty attitude, you certainly carry yourself well," he said, his lips curling up in a smirk.

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion, but you couldn't deny the thrill of satisfaction that ran through you at his words - did the moment trigger your praise kink?

"And your nichirin sword," he continued, nodding toward the weapon in your hand. "The shade of dark pink suits you. It's a nice touch, for such a beautiful girl like you, dear… Oh! Where are my manners? I've been so focused on our little conversation that I forgot to ask, what's your name?"

There was no way you were going to reveal your identity to the enemy. "I'm not telling you my name," you refused firmly, gripping your nichirin sword tightly.

Akaza's eyes still glittered with amusement. "You're really a brat. It's amusing. I like a little fire in my opponents, especially when they're as pretty and little as you."

Despite your best efforts to maintain your composure, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at his words. It was as if he could see something in you that others couldn't, a hidden strength that you had yet to fully tap into. You felt yourself standing a little taller, a little more assured in your abilities.

"I must say, you are quite a sight too," Akaza mused, his voice low and smooth. "That shade of dark pink on your haori suits you well, and the way you carry your nichirin sword shows a level of confidence and skill that is rare to see in someone so young, especially a woman."

You could feel your cheeks heat up, and you couldn't help but feel flattered. You shook your head, trying to clear your mind of the pleasant feeling that had come over you. You knew that you couldn't let yourself be distracted by Akaza's words or his alluring presence. You needed to focus on the fight at hand. Gritting your teeth, you lifted your nichirin sword once more, steeling yourself for the next round of battle. Despite the exhaustion that was creeping into your limbs, you refused to give up. You were a Demon Slayer, trained to face even the most formidable foes with courage and determination.

Akaza watched you, his eyes gleaming with interest. There was a sense of amusement in his gaze, as if he found your stubbornness amusing. "You are quite the fighter," he commented, his voice lilting. "It's almost a shame that we have to be enemies." Akaza stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

You could feel the intensity of his gaze, and you couldn't help but feel a tingle run down your spine. You stumbled backwards, your heart pounding in your chest, as Akaza seemed to move impossibly fast, standing right in front of you in the blink of an eye. You felt your back press against the rough wooden wall of the dojo, trapping you in place. Your face flushed with crimson, not only due to exhaustion from the fight, but also because of Akaza's proximity - his breath was fanning the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel your heart racing as he leaned in closer, his lips just inches away from yours. You could feel the heat of his body against yours. "Go to hell, Akaza," you spat out after regaining your composure.

Out of nowhere, Akaza leant in and crushed his lips against yours. The suddenness of the action took you by surprise, but as soon as his lips met yours, you felt a spark of electricity coursing through your body. As he kissed you, you couldn't help but moan with pleasure. You had never felt anything like this before, and you knew that you were hooked. With every touch and every kiss, you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper under demon's spell.

As the kiss deepened, you could feel his hands moving to your waist, pulling you closer to him. As the kiss with Akaza intensified, you began to lose your grip on your sword. Your attention was completely consumed by the passion of the moment, and you forgot that you were even holding a weapon. The sword slipped from your hand and clattered to the ground, but neither of you paid it any mind. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, he pulled away, leaving you breathless and wanting more. You opened your eyes to find him staring at you intensely, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and adoration. He brushed a lock of your curly hair out of your flushed face. "You really are a good girl, aren't you?"

Akaza placed his hands on your hips and pulled you towards him, causing your breath to catch in surprise. Your body flushed with warmth and your stomach dropped as you looked up at him with wide eyes, clearly conveying your shock. However, you didn't pull away from him, instead instinctively placing one hand on his bicep and the other on his bare chest. Your mind raced with confusion and disbelief. This couldn't be happening, could it?

You stood there, lost in the moment as your lips locked with Akaza's in a heated make-out session. As you kissed, you felt a growing bulge between his legs pressing against your thigh. His hands roamed from your hips, one of them gripping your small, perky rear while the other trailed up your side. His thumb brushed tantalizingly under your breast, sending shivers of anticipation through your body. Several times you felt the urge to reach down, into his buggy pants, and take hold of his cock, but you lacked the confidence to do so.

He slightly pushed away from you, looking at you with complete certainty. You could see the earnestness in his eyes as he commanded, "Take off your panties, but leave the skirt on," and began to remove his pants.

Without much of hesitation, you reached under your skirt and slid your panties down to the ground, feeling the cold night air on your now-bare pussy; you could already feel the wetness within. The slightest friction of removing your panties sent a wave of pleasure through your body.

He slid his pants off, revealing his rock-hard erection. "Here, kneel here and suck it for me, sweet girl without a name."

As you knelt before him, you ached to feel him inside you. The anticipation was making you feel like just the slightest touch on your clit would send you over the edge. You wrapped your hand around his erected shaft, taking it in your mouth and sensually tracing your lips up and down its length. With each soft touch of your lips, you could feel his member twitch in your hand. After a few tantalizing moments of teasing, you took a deep breath and wrapped your lips around the tip, gradually sliding it into your mouth.

A muffled groan escaped from Akaza's lips as he savored the sensation. "You're doing so well, cockslut," he praised, his voice laced with desire.

As he praised you, your body responded with a shiver and a moan. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and the sound of his pleasure only spurred you on. You took him deeper, swirling your tongue around him, and he let out a guttural groan. Your own arousal was building with every passing second. With your other hand, you tenderly cradled his balls and softly kneaded them, eliciting another muted moan from him. As you continued to lavish his cock with your mouth and hands for the next few minutes, you eventually tasted the tangy precum that indicated your skilled efforts.

"Just like that, slut. Show me how good you can be. Suck my cock," the demon slipped his hands into your curly hair, tugging it from time to time. "Oh, come on, I know you can do better than that. Open that pretty mouth of yours wider. Just like that, doll, just like that," Akaza held your head still and started bucking his hips back and forth, face-fucking you.

Akaza's praises directed to you made you shiver in pleasure, your kink kicking in hard. You started drooling, saliva was dripping down on your uniform from the corners of your mouth. Hearing him call you a "good girl" and praising your obedience sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of arousal at his words. It was as if his praise was the ultimate reward, and you would do anything to earn it. The way he looked down at you with admiration and lust only fueled your desire to please him even more.

He changed his mind about how to finish things. He motioned for you to stop and stand up, then stepped closer and pressed you against the wall again. Akaza lifted you up, cupping both hands under your ass, and you instinctively wrapped one leg around his hip for support. With your pussy pressed against his thigh, he whispered into your ear, "Show me how wet you are. Let me feel it. Oh, yes. That's it. You're such a good, naughty thing, aren't you, nameless girl?"

As his thigh rubbed against your wetness, you couldn't help but moan softly. His order to keep stroking him only added to the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. You obediently resumed stroking his hard length, feeling it throb under your touch.

"You're so good at this," Akaza murmured, his voice laced with appreciation. "So obedient and willing to please." As he continued to grind against you, you could feel your breathing becoming shallower and more ragged. The pleasure was becoming almost unbearable, and you knew that you were close to the edge.

Finally, looking right in your Y/E/C eyes, he whispered, "Do you want my cock yet? I want to hear you say it. Do you want to feel me inside your little, slick cunt?"

"Yes, please," you whispered, barely moving your lips.

With that, Akaza lined himself with your entrance and thrusted forward.

As he pushed into you, you couldn't help but gasp at the overwhelming sensation. Your body eagerly welcomed him, and you could feel yourself becoming even wetter with each thrust. The pleasure rippled through your body, making you arch your back and bite down on your lip to stifle a moan. There was no resistance as he slid in deeper, filling you completely.

Akaza praised as he took your hand and guided it to your clit. "Be a good, little slut you are and play with that pretty slit." He didn't have to say twice. Akaza watched you intently, his eyes fixed on your hand as it worked its magic on your clit. He continued to thrust into you, each one timed perfectly with your finger movements. "That's it, sweet girl," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "You look so beautiful when you're pleasuring yourself."

Your body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure. The combination of his cock inside you and your fingers on your clit was almost too much to bear. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Akaza," your voice barely above a whisper as you chanted his name. "Harder! Oh my! Harder, I said, you fucking demon!"

He responded by picking up the pace, driving into you harder and faster. His fingers dug into your hips through the fabric of your short skirt as he held you close, his lips brushing against your neck. "Cum for me, little slut," he urged. "Let go and give in to the pleasure."

With one final thrust, you felt your orgasm wash over you. Your body tensed and you cried out his name, your fingers still working furiously on your clit. Akaza held you tightly as you rode out your orgasm, his own release imminent. Finally, with a low growl, he came inside you, filling you with his hot seed.

As the two of you came down from your highs, Akaza pulled out of you and gently set you down on your feet. "Well, well, just look at you, little tsuguko. You're brimming with my seed, your body all flushed from the things I did to you. Such a naughty little slut. What would your fellow slayers say if they found out you let a demon take you like this?" Akaza teased, running the tip of his tongue along his lips curved in a wry grin as he kept jerking his cock, last drops of his cum falling on the wooden floor.

As you finally regained your composure, a wave of realization hit you like a ton of bricks. What had you done? You had just let Akaza fuck you, using your body for his own pleasure. Your mind raced with thoughts of guilt and shame. You couldn't believe you had allowed yourself to be used like that. But at the same time, a part of you couldn't deny the intense pleasure that had come with it. You couldn't deny the way his praises and commands had made you shiver with excitement. It was a confusing mix of emotions, and you weren't quite sure how to process it all. After picking your panties from the dusted floor, and quickly putting them on, you adjusted your uniform, and looked over at Akaza, who was still standing there with a satisfied look on his face, improving his pants. "You must have cast a spell on me! It's impossible that I did all of that on my own will!" You pouted, your voice lingering with anger.

Akaza looked at you with a cocked eyebrow and the corners of his lips curled in a smirk, "I have not manipulated you in any way. Your thoughts and actions have been guided by your own desires, little one. You're to blame." After watching you for a moment, Akaza decided to turn around and leave the dojo, but before he could take a single step, he heard your voice.

"I'm not finished with you yet, demon. You're not going anywhere."

Akaza turned around, glancing over his shoulder to find you standing there, your Nichirin sword tightly gripped in your hands. He could sense the determination emanating from you, and he knew you were ready for another round of fighting.

"Ah, I thought we were both past the fighting stage," Akaza pointed out, tilting his head to the side, looking at you with a mischievous grin.

"The real fighting has only just begun, demon. But don't worry, I'm ready for it. Are you?" With your sword raised, you stood ready to keep fighting, even if it meant battling for eternity to emerge victorious.

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[chiharuhashibira]

What about a shorts featuring your fave Kimetsu No Yaiba teacher?

But make it Professor X Student 👀

Hey guys~ As promised! I am here again in one of my... favourite masterpiece 🤭

Thank you for answering the poll we had before~

So this will be the plan for the NSFW Series, I will finish our Special Class: Chemistry with Obanai then proceed with one chapter of the Tsugoku X Hashira and one chapter of the Oiran X Hashira.

Hope it works with y'all. Love yah hoho

Honestly I am so happy that I writing for this series again 😍

Anyways, let's start. You are very quiet 22 yo graduating-student. Obanai is 29.

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔: 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>

Content Warnings: ProfessorXStudent/Age Gap/Suggestive/Curse Words/Matured Content/18+/Sexually Explicit/Mentions of Death/Angst/Tragedy

Minors DNI.

🌸𝑶𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒊 𝑰𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒐🌸

(Images are not mine, credits to the rightful owner)

"Is that all you've got?"

Your chemistry professor, Obanai Iguro, spoke, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. Feeling the biting pain of his apathy more than any harsh criticism, you grimaced inside as you heard his remarks. His intense scrutiny pressed down on your already fragile self-assurance, forcing you to look downward.

"I... I'm trying my best, Iguro-sensei." You felt your insides tremble as you spoke with a low voice, which could barely be audible under the quiet hum of the fluorescent light inside his classroom.

You're usually the jolliest and most active student in all science classes, particularly chemistry, because you want to be a chemist. But then, everything changed four years ago when the woman you regarded as an older sister passed away because of her dedication to science and education.

You hated science. You barely make an effort at it right now because it triggers you so much. But, of course, you don't want your professor to know that. Especially because of the rumours about his "allergy to women" and so on. Of course, he wouldn't understand your pain.

With his visage frozen in place, Obanai studied you dispassionately, as if you were a specimen in an exhibit. He repeated, "Your best?" He spoke with an acidic undertone of doubt. "Well, Y/N-san..."

You gulped.

"Your best? It seems severely lacking," Obanai added, his comments cutting through your delicate self-esteem. "Perhaps you should reconsider your actions before I end up failing you this semester. Chemistry's not for the faint of heart."

After saying that, he looked away, shifting his focus elsewhere, leaving you to grapple with the aftermath of his heartless disregard. However, one could not help but detect a hint of warmth and longing concealed beneath the academic dispassion that adorned their facade of indifference.

"I heard another student cried at Shinazugawa-san's classes earlier."

"I know, right! Someone also cried at Tomioka-sensei's. What's wrong with these professors?"

"I don't know. There's another professor, though, who is a terror. That... that weird face mask guy."

"Oh, Iguro-sensei."

"Yes! I'm glad I'm not in his class."

"Yeah, me too. We're lucky that we're in Rengoku-sensei's classes all day. I wouldn't ever complain. He's a ray of sunshine!"

"Uzui-sensei too... He's handsome, too. We're so lucky!"

"DAMN YOU KIDS! YOU'RE SO NOISY! GO BACK TO YOUR CLASSES!"

You watched as Shinazugawa-sensei stepped out of his class to yell at those two talkative students. You gulped, feeling scared that he might yell at you too. But fortunately, he didn't. You can't bear having additional stress today, especially after hearing Obanai's words earlier.

But then, you clearly remembered your earlier encounter. Looking into his enigmatic eyes, you can't help but wonder about that sudden flicker of emotion that he showed you. It's hard to believe, but it seems like there is more than meets the eye when it comes to Obanai. And yes, you're kind of curious to know what that is.

You didn't know that Obanai was secretly watching you on the corner. He's used to hearing students complain about him, so it's surprising that you didn't escalate the situation after hearing them. Especially considering what he did earlier.

"Am I too harsh again, Kaburamaru?" He asked the harmless snake, who was just busy slithering on his shoulders. No answer came, of course, so then Obanai just went back to his lonely classroom.

In the days that passed, Obanai's harsh words still haven't left your mind. But yes, even if you wanted to do your best, his subject is just so hard to deal with, not because you find it hard, but because of the sad memories that it brings you.

As you sit and listen to him in his classes, you can't help but find yourself grappling with a tumult of emotions. So one afternoon, you were astounded to feel a presence beside you, only to discover it was the chemistry professor. You were startled to see his heterochromatic eyes fixate on you with an intensity that took your breath away.

"Y/N-san," he said, his voice more muted than you'd ever heard before, but with an understated strength in its tone. "May I have a word with you?"

Your heartbeats were quickening at the unexpected invitation. "Of course, Iguro-sensei," you replied, your voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.

Obanai led you to a secluded corner of the hallway, away from prying eyes and wandering ears of the other college students. As you both stood there, bathed in the soft glow of afternoon light, you couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in Obanai's demeanour—a concern that belied his usual stoic composure.

"I've been watching you, Y/N." Your chemistry professor began with his heterochromatic eyes, meeting yours with unwavering curiosity. "You seem to be more lost than when I first talked to you. Is there anything you need to tell me?"

"As far as I know, there's none, sensei."

Obanai raised one eyebrow at you and crossed his arms, only to reveal Kaburamaru, who was hiding beneath his oversized lab coat. You blink in confusion at what you are seeing right now. You have heard the students talk about Iguro bringing his pet snake to the university a lot of times. However, you regarded those as purely rumours.

But seeing the white snake right now, you can't help but be amazed. You also had a pet snake in the past, which you and your best friend used to take care of. "Oh, what's its name?"

"Kaburamaru."

"I see. It looks beautiful..."

"Oh? You're not afraid of him?"

"No. I'm not. He reminds me of the snake that I used to see on our garden before."

"Oh..."

"Yes, sensei. Hmmm, when I was just 5, I used to see a white snake in our garden. I even tried to touch it."

The oozing tension and unwelcoming aura that Obanai used to blanket himself with seemed to fade as his eyes widened with what you said. He looked amused right now, and that kind of calmed you down. 

"I see..."

It looks like he wanted to ask more, but then nothing came. So, you decided to get straight to the point.

"Iguro-sensei, I've got to go. I'm so sorry if I always disappoint you in class. I really do."

You said you felt guilty for letting your emotions always take hold of you. But before you could go, Iguro handed you something.

"A notebook?"

"Yeah. Try to study with those notes. Perhaps it could help."

You took the white notebook from his hand and gave him a small smile. "Thank you, sensei."

You swear that before Obanai turned around, you saw his cheek turn pink. That left you dazed, but then, it's none of your business.

Despite the amusement that you have felt for knowing Obanai has a soft spot, you can't help but not believe yourself for what happened. Why did he give you this notebook? Why is he observing you in the first place?

It kind of made you shiver, as you felt like one wrong move and bad things would happen with Obanai. Interpreting that moment as a sign of his concern for you, you chose to give him the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps...

After showering, you sat on your study table and looked at the innocuous photo in front of you. It was your best friend and non-blood-related older sister, Shinobu Kocho, who had passed away. How you've missed her and the time when she's just there for you. You loved the girl so much that you wanted to be like her.

You never would have thought that one day you'd end up hating something you love for taking someone away from you.

"Shinobu-san, I'm sorry for being a failure. I... I'll try my best to bring back my passion."

You whispered in the air, realising that, yes, if the woman is still here, she wouldn't want you to fail.

With that sudden flame igniting inside you, you opened the notebook Obanai had given you. Goosebumps formed on your body as you traced his handwriting. He has good handwriting, and you can't help but smile because of it.

It reminded you of Shinobu's wonderful handwriting, which you have always adored but also sort of didn't, as Obanai wrote in cursive.

And with that, as if by magic, time passed. You didn't realise that it was actually two in the morning when you finally stopped reviewing. Yes. It has been the first time again that you have let yourself get too absorbed in anything related to science for more than an hour.

It kind of felt overwhelming. Yes, it is overwhelming, as suddenly everything started to make sense again. All the things that you studied before came back. And perhaps it is due to the simplicity with which Obanai explained things in that notebook.

It seemed as though he had specifically designed it for that purpose. To make chemistry simple, which is too different from how he explains things in class.

For some reason, you felt a bit happy. Even if Obanai may appear nonchalant and harsh, he seems to really care. This simple gesture unlocked so many memories.

And even your promise to Shinobu before came back to you, pushing you harder to do better this time.

This is all because Obanai has made an effort to kind of talk to you at the uni this afternoon. And yes, he is cold but that gesture had gave warmth to your frozen heart.

A few days had passed, and one Saturday night, you found yourself sitting in a public library, reading the notes from Obanai's notebook. After the night of your realisation, you felt your passion for science spark again. And yes, it reflected on your grades.

However, Iguro still didn't speak to you after that day. No praise, not even a bat of an eye. You're just there again, invisible, despite doing your best.

Feeling a bit low, you decided to ditch the library and head towards the nearest coffee shop. All you wanted now was to chill and perhaps let your mind rest for a while.

But before you could reach the coffee shop, you accidentally bumped into someone. Without wasting time, you bowed down to apologise, and there, a familiar voice came into your senses.

Your eyes widened, and then, when you looked up, you met those familiar and enigmatic eyes. "S-sensei?" you asked, wondering why in the world would fate bring him to you tonight.

You were trying your best to forget him and his nonchalant attitude towards you, which is really weird after he gave you that notebook. Yes, you were expecting him to be a bit nicer, but he became colder.

"What are you doing here?"

He's still wearing his mask. I wish I could just see his face. You thought as you proceeded to take in his presence. Clad in a striped hoodie and black pants, Obanai could pass off as a university student. He looks young for a professor in the first place.

"Hey, I'm talking to you."

"Oh sensei. Sorry, I was—"

"Spacing out. I know. It's okay. I know it's surprising to see your professor around here."

You were astounded when he talked casually to you. He never did that at school. Oh well, that's because he's apparently your professor. You wanted to slap yourself for your foolish thoughts.

"What's up with you?" Obanai added, which made you blink in surprise. He wants to know what's up with me.

"Nothing much sensei... Just—"

"I'm going to cut you there." He said, and suddenly leaned in on you, which made you blush. His voice went out as a whisper as he told you,

"We're outside the university. It's Obanai, okay? I don't want the people around getting the wrong idea."

"Sorry sen— Obanai-san..."

He straightened up and crossed his arms, piercing you with his fierce eyes once again. "So you were saying?"

"Oh, I was just reviewing. Just heading to the coffee shop now to grab a coffee. How about you?" You said, trying to hide your nervousness from your casual tone. Obanai scratched his chin and shrugged his shoulders.

"Nothing much. Just another Saturday night in the pub, I guess."

WHAT? HE DRINKS? You couldn't hide the flabbergasted expression on your face as you heard those words coming from his mouth. You never thought of Iguro as some guy you'd see in pubs. So this information is shocking to you.

Obanai saw this expression and raised an eyebrow. "Is it weird to hear a grown ass man going to a pub? Why are you looking at me like that? Prick..."

"Sorry... I'm just... weird sometimes. Don't mind me."

"Okay. So, you heading towards the coffee shop? Want me to come with you? It's quite dangerous to walk alone in these streets at night."

This night is definitely getting weirder... in a nice way?

Obanai, asking to walk with you? The stern and cold-hearted chemistry professor, caring for you? You bit your lip and felt a bit flustered.

Yes, he's your professor, but he's also a guy. And it's the first time that a guy has ever offered you this. You know that it isn't too much. It's most likely lower than the bare minimum, but then a part of you started to flutter. You know it's wrong, and it's weird... but... For some reason, you just didn't care.

"Are you sure I'm not going to be a bother with you and your pub appointment?"

"No. I'm kind of thinking to drop the pub thing tonight, actually. Can I join your coffee appointment instead?"

"Why?"

"I don't know. I just want to? Is that an enough reason?"

"Yes, actually."

You found yourself sitting face-to-face with Obanai in your favourite coffee shop, wondering why he was here in the first place if he wouldn't order at all. Feeling a bit conscious, you fixed your braids and decided to take a sip of your coffee.

"Why didn't you order anything? If you want to go to the pub, it's okay."

"I just... don't eat much. And I hate coffee."

"Then why did you go with me here, sensei?"

"Obanai."

"There's no one around. And you're my sensei; we can't hide that fact."

"You're pissing me off."

"I'm not trying too, though. It's just..."

"Why did you stop? It's just what?"

Obanai's voice suddenly sounded a bit offended and sad. You gulped and looked down, stopping yourself from saying that this looks weird because somehow you wanted the company.

"Nothing"

"You can tell me directly if you don't want the company. I just came here to... to make sure you'll be alright. But I guess trying to be nice doesn't always pay off?"

You felt guilty as you watched Obanai stand up from his seat. So then, letting your intrusive thoughts win, you grabbed his hand and pulled him down. "Stay." You didn't care if his allergy to women would be triggered by this contact. All you wanted to do now was kind of comfort him.

Obanai looked at your hand and back to you with question marks almost becoming visible on his face. "Y/N..."

"Sorry..."

"It's okay. I'm used to it."

"I want the company. So stay, Obanai."

The facade of emptiness in Obanai's eyes was shattered after hearing your words. It seems like a memory has suddenly been unlocked inside of him. But then, no words came out of his lips. So you spoke up once again, trying to lighten up the mood.

"So... where are you going after this?" You asked innocently, which made the guy shrug his shoulders again. Obanai isn't speaking again.

You realised that he was looking at your hand, which was still holding him, so you pulled away and tried your best to hide your blush.

After you had let go of his hand, Obanai finally got the strength to speak up. "Walk you home."

"You're not pissed off with me anymore?"

"No."

"Okay."

"Okay."

And there... Again, you found yourself ending the night with Obanai walking you home in silence. Yes, it was awkward, but for some reason, it felt a bit warm. And you kind of felt happy.

Yes, he's your professor, but for this night, he made you feel like a normal girl. And yes, it is special, as you haven't felt that in a long while.

Actually... you have been feeling this for a while. Wanting his attention and care so bad and you didn't know when it started. It just sparked again after he lent you the notebook.

But you know you shouldn't feel this so, you forced yourself to stop. And you'll do it again this time.

On the other hand, Obanai found himself slithering back to the pub, letting his loneliness get a hold of him. Yes. He's lonely. And yes, he regretted what he just did. Just because you reminded him of something so important before doesn't mean that he should be as vulnerable as at that time.

You're his student. And yes, he reminded himself of that. You're just his student now. And it should stay that way.

Days have passed, and here we go again. As if that night never happened, Iguro didn't talk to you that way again. It kind of hurts because even if you wanted to hide your feelings so bad, you still wanted him to look at you and speak to you, the same way as that night.

But you have no choice. Even if you had the urge to bring up how confused you are, you didn't. You can't speak to him that way again. Like what you said that night, he is your professor and you cannot hide that fact.

So, you just did your best in his class, trying your best to focus on your promise with Shinobu, trying to fix all your mess.

Little did you know, but the chemistry professor has noticed how you've changed since the day he lent you those notes. You've turned the tables, as if suddenly you were his star student.

He had grown fond of seeing you answer his questions correctly. Especially when you started leading chemistry projects and stuff.

And beneath those observations, Obanai can't help but also adore how beautiful your confidence looks on you. Yes, he was dying to talk to you. But he can't bring himself to do so. He just can't say it but there's tonnes of things that he had been wanting to tell you.

"Iguro-sensei. Thank you for this notebook. I've finished studying them all, and it helped me a lot. I will return it to you now. Sorry if it took me too long to do so."

Obanai was astounded by your voice and presence. He looked up at you with an empty stare and simply nodded. After putting the notebook on the desk, you were about to go when, suddenly, Iguro spoke up in a soft tone.

"No worries. You actually started to do well."

With his words, your face lightened. Feeling your heartbeat race, you fought the urge to smile as you knew that things would not end with him praising you. You still need to pass the class. You need to make Shinobu proud, even if she's gone.

But then, cutting off those thoughts, Obanai stood up from his seat and walked in front of you. You were astounded by the sudden closeness, but of course, you didn't move.

The chemistry professor's heterochromatic eyes pierced within your soul, forcing you to look away. Heat crept up on your face, and you felt that the atmosphere had become a bit more intense.

A sudden, foolish thought had managed to escape from the cages of your mind.

Is Iguro-sensei going to kiss me?

Yes. Rising again from deep within your frustrations on his subject and the pain that it causes you is this feeling. And it is slowly burning you into ashes.

That's why it hurts more when he tells you you're not good enough. That's why you didn't get angry at him when he did so. That's why you hated those people who spoke badly of him.

That's why you wanted his attention again like that night when he made you feel like a normal girl.

Yes, Iguro can be so difficult, but he somehow brings this comfort to you. You have no idea why, but it's like you've known him forever, and you've been longing for his presence.

He feels familiar, but he also does not.

Obanai's hand felt warm on your cheek. The chemistry professor suddenly found the courage to caress your cheek, which made you blush. But then, his next words killed those flusters in just a blink of an eye, rubbing salt on your scars.

"You did well, Y/N-san. Keep it up, okay? You'll make Shinobu proud."

Those words. That name.

You almost found yourself shutting down. Now, all you can think of is: How did he know her? And if he has known her for a long time, why is he just telling you this now?

Turning to look at him with wide eyes, you've witnessed how Obanai took off his face mask. Yes, this is the first time you've seen him without that.

And yes, for the very first time, he looked so familiar that seeing his face now brought back your old memories from the foster home to haunt you.

Flashback:

"Shinobu-san, who's that boy with Mitsuri-san? Is he new here?" 

"Oh, I don't know his name but yes, he's new. Don't approach him, though. He seems to be afraid of girls. I don't know why, though."

"Afraid? That's weird. He seems to be okay with Mitsuri."

"I know, right. Enough questions. Let's just study inside. Ne-chan told me that you'll be a Kocho soon! So you'll need to learn lots about science!"

"Hey. That snake will bite if you hold it that way."

"Oh! Sorry— Um, you're Mitsuri-san's friend, right? You're not afraid of me?"

"Oh..."

"Oh..."

"Anyway, don't hold it like that. Aren't you afraid of it?"

"No..."

"Hey! Why are you playing with a snake?!"

"Oi Shinobu-san! Mitsuri's friend was—Oh, where is he?"

"Huh? That boy? He's not supposed to be here... Perhaps he ran away. I heard he had been adopted. But you know what? Let's just go inside. Leave that snake alone."

"Shinobu-san! I know that guy..."

"Yep. He's that kid from before. He's all grown up too. I guess, we'll be co-workers now? He'll be volunteering here as well to teach science with me. Anyways, Mitsuri's also here, she'll be teaching art. You should meet with her soon!"

End of Flashback

"Iguro-san? Y-you look... familiar..."

"Yes. You've met me and Kaburamaru before."

"You are kidding right? You can't be that boy from the foster home. Mitsuri-san's friend? My sister's co-worker? You died... You're already dead... Like them..."

It seems like your words have stunned Iguro. Regret started to paint on his face as he looked away from your wondering expression.

But here you are now. Answers. You need answers. If he had known you all this time, he must have known the trauma that you experienced when you saw the foster home getting burned with Shinobu, Mitsuri, and that unknown lad, who is apparently him, as they tried to save the children that they had been teaching science four years ago.

Why is he here now?

You shove Obanai away and glared at him. "This must have been a sick joke, sensei. You can't be that boy with my sister... No one has escaped that fire that night."

"I did, and I'm sorry I wasn't able to save your sister and Mitsuri."

"It's all too much for me now. Can I go?"

Tears suddenly escaped your wide eyes, and there, Obanai felt his chest tighten. He had expected you to react this way, but no matter how he practiced it, he could never prepare himself for the real thing.

Just like how he wasn't prepared to see his first love get burned to ashes before.

"Y/N, I'm sorry." Obanai tried to touch you, but then you swatted his hand away and gave him a glare.

Your passion turned to anger as you felt betrayed. All you can think of is why. He should have been honest. What other things is he hiding from you, then?

"Y/N, I never knew at first that you were Shinobu's sister. I heard she has siblings, but I didn't even know who they were. I and your sister barely had any encounters before except when we were teaching the kids at the foster home. How could I know?"

You didn't speak. You wanted to hear more.

"I mean, it just dawned on me when you told me about your memory back when you were 5. That's the only time I managed to fit in the pieces."

"What do you mean?"

"You're that little girl I saw when I was 12. The girl whom Kaburamaru almost bit. You had Shinobu's surname, so you got adopted by them. So that's also why you were gone when I came back to visit. Y/N... You were here with me all the time. It was all late when I realised it."

"Then why didn't you say anything?"

Obanai's eyebrows creased in frustration. "What should I say then? 'Hi, I'm Obanai, the boy from the foster home who also didn't manage to save your sister from the fire. How are you?'"

Sarcasm was obvious in his tone, which offended you a bit, so you decided to just leave. Perhaps this conversation shouldn't be happening right now. You want to move on. You're moving on, for goodness sake!

And now you're back to square one again.

𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓠𝔀𝓠

But I swear, it'll be sweeter soon!

And yes, this will be in two-chapters as it is too long and too heavy than I anticipated XD

So see you soon on the next chapter!

Feel free to reblog, comment, and send a request! Will appreciate that my loves~

Wuvyouuuu! Just be on the lookout to our next series and of course, the ending of 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮!

MDNI!

Ja ne~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>

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[kakushino]

Not like this

Rengoku Kyojuro x GN! Reader

He needs to learn how to stop Breathing, and focus on breathing.

Tags: fluff, slight angst, Kyo survives Mugen train AU

Word count: 0,8k

Masterlist | Rebuilding the ruins of castle Me masterlist

AN: Written as Christmas gift for the dearest @benkeibear - Merry Christmas, love!

“No no, you need to do it like this… See?” 

Kyojuro nodded, uncharacteristically silent as he focused on your hands. You pulled the string of wool through the created loop slowly so he could catch your movement. Around and around and around and through. Right. Easy.

“Try it now.”

He took the hook and half-finished product from you and briefly marveled at the difference in size of your hands in comparison to his own. He repeated your action slowly and carefully, showing you the result right after, waiting for your appraisal.

“Very good!”

Kyojuro beamed, the room seemingly warming up with how he radiated joy. “Thank you, my love!” He went back to his crocheting, looking like an old wife for all he was a powerful and highly intelligent man. It was endearing to see him squirrel away while working on a simple scarf with a little hook and his giant hands as tools. 

It was by his own prompt that you were teaching him your hobby; Kyojuro had all the time in the world on his hands now that he could no longer fight. The fight against Upper Moon 3, Akaza, had cost him an eye and half his core muscles - many things became difficult to do for the great warrior. 

One of such actions was getting up from his futon. You had been lucky Tengen was over to help when Kyojuro came home the first time, or he would remain bed-bound for weeks. A short trip to the woodsmith, and a group of kakushi carried over a western type bed Kyojuro didn’t have to get up from. Even then, he required ropes which now hung from the ceiling to help him sit or lay down.

Now, thanks to all the free time he had lounging at home, when not instructing the young trio, he took up multiple stress-free hobbies that he could perform sitting down. One of which was crocheting.

“How does this look?” Kyojuro showed you a neat row of the pattern, his face smiling but his eyes slightly anxious.

There was nothing to fear, he was excellent despite - what you felt like - your horrid teaching. “It looks amazing! Well done,” you grinned after inspecting his work. It filled you with pride and happiness to share this with your husband. You had never felt warmer.

You both had been at it for another half an hour when you heard his breath come out in a wheeze. Kyojuro dropped the yarn and started to cough weakly. Immediately, you fussed over him, massaging his back muscles just like the doctor taught you to help him steady his breathing.

Your heart squeezed painfully. 

“Shh, my love. Breathe for me,” you soothed him softly while the wheezing and coughs slowly ceased. 

Kyojuro was never going to be able to use Total Concentration Breathing after his injury, that was an irrefutable fact. Just - sometimes he got lost in the 'mundane' he forgot he shouldn’t, couldn’t, do it anymore. 

He slumped against your side in exhaustion, his frame shaking slightly under your careful embrace.

“I’m sorry, love… I lost focus again,” Kyojuro admitted with a slight flush on his cheeks, though the rest of him had gone white as a sheet from the pain. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Do you need something to drink? Painkillers? A snack?”

Normally, he would perk up at the mention of food, but he just blinked tiredly at that. “I’m okay now. Just need some rest.”

Kyojuro was not okay. You laid him down and stood up to get him medicine and tea. Before you could take a step, his hand tugged on your nightgown. “Hm?”

“Please, stay…” He had rolled over onto his side, now able to do so since his abdomen gradually healed. 

You hesitantly sat at his side and carded your fingers through his soft hair. “You should take the medicine Kocho-san got for us,” you whispered softly, as if any louder volume would spook him. “You will feel better after.” 

“It makes me feel odd, like I’m not entirely myself.” Kyojuro tugged on your clothes again, urging you to lay down next to him. “I’d rather stay awake and aware.”

You complied, facing him and pulling him closer so you could watch for any minute expression on his face indicating distress - if any appeared, you would get up regardless of his protests.

Your husband gave you a gentle smile, his face gaining back some healthy color to it as you both rested for a while. A shaky hand came up to caress your cheek - the gesture full of adoration and love, nearly bringing tears into your eyes. Kyojuro’s devotion was practically visible to the naked eye.

“My love, will you teach me how to paint?” he murmured.

You hummed your agreement, making him smile a little wider.

“Good. I want to capture your loveliness on canvas. I want you to see what I see when I look at you - for there is no greater beauty than you.”

His words made blood rush to your cheeks. 

Silly man.

dividers made by the gorgeous @benkeibear

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[zenphiaaa]

I Think He Knows (Giyu Tomioka)

Y/N felt her face flush a bright red as the words from Rengoku's mouth registered in her head. "I didn't um...do you think he knows? I didn't mean to make him uncormfortable." Her eyes casted down in shame.

Rengoku let out a loud laugh, startling the female demon slayer. "Oh, of course he isn't uncomfortable with you! He would be avoiding you if he was. No need to worry about things like that!" His voice bellowed.

Y/N internally screamed in her head as the tall man in front of her continued to laugh. "Then if he's not uncomfortable, does he know? He's been acting dofferent lately." Y/N quietly explained to the Hashria.

Rengoku hummed as he crossed his arms in thought, "In what way is he acting differently towards you? I find it hard that Giyu would treat you with no softness."

"Well no, it's nothing bad. I just don't want him to feel obligated to do things for me. I feel like I'm almost pressuring him in a way." Y/N confessed to the male.

"Is that how you really feel?" A lower voice questioned. The duo turned around startled, and was meet with dark blue eyes focused on the smaller demon slayer.

"Ah, I think it's time for me to not be here anymore. I'll leave you guys to it!" Rengoku left the couple alone, with a wink.

"Do you think that everything I do for you is because of pure obligation?" Giyu questioned, not moving from his spot in the entry way of room.

"I uh, sometimes I do." Y/N confessed with uncertainly laced in her tone. "It's just, I don't know. It's nothing bad really, I just,"

"Everything I do for you isn't done out of obligation." Giyu said as he slowly began to make his way towards the other demon slayer. "The things I do and say to you, are things I mean with every fiber of my existence. I know that you don't understand right now, but I think that I can't live without you." The Water Hashria admitted.

"What?" Y/N's voice came out as a low whisper.

Giyu didn't respond and only gently placed his hands on the side of Y/N's head, "You are everything to me. My entire world is in the palm of your hands. Please don't discredit my feelings for you as an obligation. You are so much more than one, the things I do, I do because I wnat to see you happy." Giyu confessed tothe other, never once breaking eye contact.

Y/N felt her face flush with embarrassment but found herslef unable to look away from the other.

"What can I do to make you believe that my feelings for you are real?" Giyu gently questioned the other.

"I didn't mean to but," Y/N couldn't look the Hashria in the eyes. "Um, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult you. It's just hard believing that someone as amazing as you wants to be with someone like me." The demon slayer finally admitted, keeping her head down.

Giyu only smiled gently at his lover, "I feel the same about you. I can't believe that someone like you, choose me to be with." As those words left Giyu's mouth, Y/N looked up at the other in shock.

"I can't believe I'm this lucky. But I wanna be selfish with you. Please don't imply that my feelings are false."

"Okay." Was all that left Y/N's lips as she struggled to keep her eyes off the other in shock. The moment Y/N breathed those words, Giyu carefully wrapped his hands around Y/N's wasit and pulled her closer to his body. "May I kiss you? Please?" Giyu asked, his eyes staring down into Y/N's with a warmth that wasn't there before.

"Please." Was all she got out before their lips collided in a sweet sensation.

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[douma-daisy]

How You Caught their Attention {Giyu/Shinobu/Kyojuro x Reader}

Giyu Tomioka🌊

You didn’t ignore him.

It was on a mission. The past few groups of slayers they sent out to your destination had all been slaughtered, so Oyakata-sama sent a pillar along with them this time to make sure the job finally got done. At first, everyone in your group was just as excited as you were to work side by side with a pillar, until they found out it was Tomioka. Then they immediately lost all interest.

During the first night after a day of travel, you and your teammates settled around a campfire. Everyone talked with each other except Giyu, who just stared into the flames, completely silent.

You nervously approached, internally pumping yourself up to talk to one of your heros. You managed to squeak out a meek hello, which with his exceptional perception skills, was enough to catch his attention. You cleared your throat as he looked up at you.

“My name’s (l/n) (y/n). I’m very excited to work with you on this trip, Tomioka,” you said with a cheerful grin. Giyu just continued to stare at you, his deep blue eyes almost beckoning you to get lost in them. And it must’ve been a trick of the light as his face seemed to get redder. You fidgeted slightly as you awaited a response.

“Oh, um, okay,” he finally said, then looked back at the fire.

“Well, I guess since you’re sitting alone you don’t want company right now. I’ll stop bothering you,” you said defeatedly, reluctantly turning away.

“No, that’s not the case,” Giyu said, and you stopped after taking just a single step away. “I wouldn’t mind company.” You turned back to him.

“Oh! Well then it must just be my lucky day!” you said, your bright smile returning as you plopped down next to him. Giyu couldn’t understand why you did. Perhaps you were just being polite. Surely on the inside you were wishing he were Tengen or Kyojuro or someone else more interesting. Yet your (e/c) eyes seemed so full of excitement as you started rattling off questions—what’s his favorite color, what kinds of foods does he like, does he know how many demons he’s slain? Does he like dogs? If Giyu didn’t know better, he’d think maybe you found him interesting.

Shinobu Kocho 🦋

You asked if she was okay.

It was ironic, seeing as you were the one with the stab wound on your shoulder. Shinobu froze after tying off your bandages when the simple question passed your lips. She looked up at you, and you tilted your head, a strand of (h/c) hair falling over your face, awaiting an answer.

“I…” she began, but didn’t know how to continue. Her instincts told her to tell you that she was completely fine, but her heart ached to tell the truth… for once. Instead, she smiled.

“Oh, don’t you worry about me. I’m the one taking care of you right now. Just relax,” she told you sweetly, tucking the stray hairs behind your ear and urging you to lay back on the bed.

“But who will take care of you?” you wondered. It dawned on her that you might be slightly delirious from blood loss, but the sentiment touched her heart nonetheless.

“That’s sweet of you to care so much. I promise I’ll be fine,” she said. “And you will too once you rest up.”

“M’kay,” you muttered, your eyelids becoming heavy as Shinobu brought the blanket over you. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” she said as she stood to leave, noting to herself that she definitely wanted to check on you later personally.

Kyojuro Rengoku🔥

You matched his energy.

You stood frozen as the demon started to decay in front of you, your hands clutched tightly around the handle of your katana. Your breaths came out in loud pants as your total concentration breathing turned to ash.

“I… I did it,” you muttered to yourself.

“Young slayers!” a booming voice called to your group of five slayers. In the distance, the flame pillar could be seem running your way. It was slightly strange: his voice was so loud, the other slayers thought he’d be much closer than he already was.

“Did you… did you guys..?” you sputtered, slowly sheathing your sword.

“Huh? (Y/n), are you alright?” one of your fellow slayers asked. You slowly turned to her.

“Did you… SEE THAT?! That was amazing!” you shouted, your eyes lighting up with excitement. “I didn’t even know I could do that! I’ve been having so much trouble with that form. I can’t believe it!”

“Are you all okay?” Rengoku asked as he finally reached your group. “Did the demon flee?”

“Nope! I got that bastard myself!” you told him proudly. “Well, I couldn’t have done it without my comrades, of course.”

“Ah, excellent! It seems I wasn’t needed here after all. What is your name, young slayer?” Rengoku asked.

“(L/n) (y/n), at your service!” you giggled, still bubbling from the thrill of your victory. “Gosh, did you see me out there? That demon was fast, but I still caught him! I feel on top of the world!” You spun around, wincing due to your injuries and tumbling over—right into Rengoku.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” you said, your face turning red after he caught you. He let out a boisterous laugh as he helped you upright.

“Don’t worry about it. I admire your enthusiasm,” he said. “Say, would you ever consider trying flame breathing. It’s tough, but something about you is telling me you would be a great candidate.”

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[subbmissivesuccubus]

H-L ( Part 2)

Content : Rengoku X Fem Reader X Uzui. NSFW one shots.

A-Z prompts, part 1~

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Rengoku grooms himself well, a neat patch of hair on his abdomen that matches the red and yellow pattern of the hair on his head. It made him a bit flustered the first time you saw it, your eyes widening as you didn't realize you were just staring at this man's dick. Uzui is completely clean shaven, not a hair on his body as he finds it more comfortable and gets to show off his physique more flamboyantly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

The intimate moments while you're getting you back blown out by two amazing men always made your head spin more so than their thick cocks splitting you open. Rengoku is very romantic and it came as no surprise to you. Even when he's rough with you, pulling the leash of your collar and lightly choking you as his hips continue to piston into your pussy from behind, he manages to keep the romance going. "Oh, angel~ You're my perfect wife~ How did I get so lucky, hmm?" Definitely more of a kisser, his lips on you as much as possible. He loves kissing your lips of course, his favorite thing to do as you fuck, swallowing down the moans and whines he gets out of you. But as he kisses you, Uzui is also working hard to distract you away from Rengoku, pulling your chin away from the flame Hashira so he can take them instead. The romantic aspect of your time with Uzui depends on his mood. One moment he's peppering your face with kisses as he makes love to you and the next second he's pistoning his cock into you like a mad man, growling degrading filth. Uzui is either at a zero or a hundred and there's no in between. It sometimes gives you whiplash on how last night he was so sweet and intimate with you that it almost made you cry but tonight, he's got you in a mating press, a blindfold over your eyes and a gag in your mouth as he pounds your pussy, growling as he fucks you into next week.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

With his numerous partners, Uzui sometimes forgets how enjoyable it is to jerk off. He'd always prefer to sleep with you or his wives but in cases where he's alone, out on missions, or sometimes even when there's free time while lounging around in an inn, he'll whip his cock out and start pumping. To help him along, he has four pictures, one for each of his partners in very sexy positions- yours in particular was of you on the bed, looking into the camera lens as it captured Uzui's cum dripping out of your pussy, hickies and bite marks littering your beautiful skin. He'd hold the photo with one hand while he jerked himself off with the other, working his fat cock as he pumped up and down, his mind wandering and thinking of all the filthy, nasty things he was going to do to you once whatever mission he was on was completed. He's definitely a man who buys erotica, a man of culture who appreciates the work that goes into writing a steamy piece of fiction and he has absolutely jerked his cock while he reads, picturing himself and you undertaking the sexual acts described within the pages. Depending on how pent up he is and what materials he uses to help him along, he'll either cum in minutes or it takes an hour- but either way- he's having a good time.

Rengoku didn't understand the point of masturbating. If he had a lover and they had an active sexlife- why waste his seed on his hand when he can instead pump it deep inside of them? But his viewpoint changed when he met you. All three of you being high profiled demon slayers meant many missions and nights without each other which made the man finally understand the desperation to feel pleasure.

Rengoku, at one point, got so desperate for release that he didn't even make it to the inn. He saw a glimpse of you and your team rushing to another destination to slay demons, passing through the area that he just finished cleaning up. The two of you made eye contact, the first time seeing each other in two weeks and immediately, he felt his cock throb with need. It didn't help that you had subtly separated from your team secretly to quickly run upto him to give him a kiss before running back to your team, a peck that barely lasted a second and that made his desire for you to grow tenfold. It took everything within him to not simply grab you and take you to bed- his responsibility as a demon slayer stopping him from keeping you be his side. Once you were gone- and he is ashamed of this- he found a dark corner in an alleyway and jerked himself off, biting the collar of his uniform to keep his grunts and moans of your name from escaping his lips. Just something about seeing your beautiful face and perfect body and feeling your soft lips pressed against his made his cock instantly harden. Fisting his cock, he keeps his senses sharp to make sure no one would walk in on him furiously jerking off, Rengoku trying his best to imitate your movements as he closed his eyes, picturing you jerking his cock instead. Post nut clarity hit him hard when he was cleaning his cum off the walls, a deep blush on his face as he got embarrassed, but he just couldn't help himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Rengoku has a breeding kink because of course he does. He strives to one day have a wonderful family with a beautiful wife and an army of healthy, happy children. He can't wait for the day he becomes a father and of course, raise his children along with their stunning mother. He tries to push down this side of him as you two aren't married (yet) but one time he accidentally came inside you and the image of his cum dripping out of your pussy pushed him over the edge. Now, he doesn't care. He just can't have sex with you without dumping load after load into your pussy. He'll sometimes overstimulate himself, refusing to stop until his cock is weeping for a break, balls drained of every drop as he floods your womb with his seed. His favorite position is the mating press and fucking you from behind. Anything that can get his cock deep inside you to fill you up will always be his go to position. Legs pressed against you ear as he fucks into you vigorously, balls slapping against your pussy or with you face down, ass up, Rengoku having a bruising grip on your hips as he pounds you from behind, your ass jiggling with every thrust- nothing can beat it. He'll whisper the most wholesome things into your ear while having filthy, filthy sex, the contrast of the two giving you whiplash. "I can't wait to start a family with you!" he'll say as he pushes your face against the mattress, muffling your moans as he pounds you from behind. "I want a baby girl that looks like you~" he'd grown into your ear as he takes you against the wall, his cum dripping out of your pussy and onto the floor. "I want to make you a Mommy- make me a Daddy- just marry me already!" he'd say as he pistons his cock into you, hands pushing the back of your knees harder, folding you in half as he aimed to dump another load inside you. You get the idea.

Uzui loves making you cry. Tears of frustration prickling your face turns him on to no end. His favorite way to break you down is by overstimulating you or edging you. Over stimulation tends to occur fairly often thanks to his and Rengoku's high sex drive- they end up leaving you a fucked out mess, body trembling and pussy twitching from how many orgasms you experienced. But he edges you on the days you're particularly naughty and bratty. He punishes you by taking you right to the edge before pulling you away, ruining orgasm after orgasm until you're begging him, apologizing for being naughty with tears in your eyes, pussy a bright red from how many time's he's spanked it to ruin your climax. If he feels like you've learned your lesson, he'll lie you down and eat your pussy out, his hot and talented tongue finally making you orgasm. If he isn't feeling very nice, he isn't above leaving you without any release for the whole night, the sight of you sobbing and pathetic stored in his brain forever, to be used as fuel for future jack off sessions.

He also has a size kink because of course he does. A tall, muscular hunk of a man- he loves how tiny you are compared to him. He could cum in his pants with just the image of manhandling you into whatever position he wants with one hand, always towering over you, his body keeping you at his mercy. He also has a breeding kink (although not as intense as Rengoku's) and he loves it when he cums too much and his seed seeps between the gaps of his cock plugging your pussy, dripping down your body.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

For Rengoku, even though it's quite boring, it is the bedroom. Nothing beats being with his lover in the privacy of his own room, surrounded by four walls with nothing to distract them as he takes you. It's simple, but effective and gives him all the freedom to go all night long without any interruptions.

Uzui is an equal opportunity slut and so, his favorite place to have sex is anywhere at anytime. In a bedroom? The perfect place to take your time and make sweet, passionate love. In the forest? What better place to breed you like an animal than to be surrounded by mother nature. Hot springs? It washes away the juices while your having sex- very efficient he'd say. In an alleyway minutes before you need to leave for a mission? Makes it all the more exciting!

You get the idea~

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[mysicklove-main]

Mitsuri was at a loss when you told her that she may need to cut down on the PDA. She didn’t even know what “PDA” stood for. Of course, ironically, she asked this while rubbing her forehead against the back of your head while the two of you were having breakfast with Rengoku.

She doesn’t understand that it makes people slightly uncomfortable when she rubs her hands up your chest while in public. Or when she randomly sits in your lap and coos at you while talking to somebody. Or how making out in public is considered taboo, which she has tried and tried again.

She also seems to have little shame about boasting the sexual life between the two of you. Blushing bashfully about it while going into the specifics to a totally stranger. Only stopping when you physically have to cover her mouth.

So, no matter who you meet, in matter of seconds they know that the two of you are together.

It’s almost like she can’t help but show everyone about how in love with you she is. How everything you do seems to light up the world for her.

You love her, you do, but when she starts kissing your neck while you mid mission, you realized that maybe she might need to tone it back a little.

So, one day you sat her down and told her. It went way better than you thought. You reassured her that she is welcome to touch you whenever she likes when the two of you were alone, and she agreed.

For the first two days, everything was fine. Sure, you felt strangely cold without her warmth constantly around you, but other than that, completely fine.

By day four she was twitchy. You caught her staring at your hands more times than you can count. You could feel her gaze burning into you whenever you talked to someone and the way she seemed to slowly sit closer and closer to you.

Day six, she was giving you tight praise that would make you raise your eyebrows. “Nice work!” and “So cool!”. Not unheard of, but six days ago it would have been “Oh my! My lover is so cool and strong! Eeeee, i’m blushing! How am I so lucky!” while peppering your face with kisses.

And finally, a week later you realized that maybe showing PDA was not negotiable in your relationship.

You were talking to Tengens wives who, before you met Mitsuri, had tried to get you to marry Tengen and join them. Of course that lifestyle was not for you, and now they only see you platonically.

Mitsuri knows this. She has even talked to the three about it and is completely fine with you being friends with the three of them.

Of course you only have talked to them when she is conveniently placed in your lap. Or when she just happens to mention what the two of you did the night before.

But that can’t happen anymore. The two of of you were trying something new, and she was fine with it.

But why is Suma clinging onto your arm like that? And why are you standing so close to Makio and Hinatsuru. Is what they are saying so funny?

She wasn’t going to do anything. Jealously is a hideous emotion and she didn’t want you to see her in a different light.

Tengen walks up to the four of you and she narrows her eyes. Her fists clench when she watches him pat your head in greeting. Are you blushing?

She can’t stand it anymore. So, she takes a deep breathe and skips over to you. She throws her body onto yours and wraps her arms around your neck with a squeal. “My love! I missed you!”

You try to crane your head to look at her, confused on the sudden burst of affection. “Mitsuri—”

“What we’re you guys talking about? Oh tell them about the other night, tell them!” She cheers, blushing and closing her eyes. The four others glance awkwardly at each other, obviously not wanting to hear the tale.

“Actually, my wives and I have got got be going now. I’ll see you around!” The four wave goodbye and you return it with a sigh, knowing exactly what happened.

She giggles into your neck and you can’t help but chuckle with her. "Really?" You tease, reaching back to play with her hair.

"I wasn't lying! I really do miss you!"

"We saw each other twenty minutes ago."

She blushes and pouts. "I don't like this new P-D-A rule. I want to touch you all the time!"

You take a deep breathe. You kinda had to agree with her, it was unnatural to have her not by your side all the time. Her touch always brought comfort. "Hmm. I think you're right."

She visibly brightens, eyes widening and legs kicking up. "So you'll let me touch you!"

"But can we try to tone it down on missions and when I'm trying to focus."

She flips you around with ease. Her strength is still something you still have to get used to. "Are you saying I'm distracting?"

You grin lazily. "Im saying that whenever you are in the room, I can't stop imagining you naked."

She turns pink, and lets out a girlish squeal, before leaning forward and connecting her lips with yours.

And so the two of you never learnt to deal with the PDA. But she's the hashira of love, can you expect her to be any different?

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[muichiro-tokito122]

KnY boys when drunk

Tanjiro— The protective one

You would think Tanjiro would have resistance with his strength and abilities, but he has the durability to alcohol as a 11 year old boy does. And in his drunken state, he didn’t quite like your close proximity to the one and only Tengen. And he didn’t exactly think before he walked up to the pair, stumbling like a child learning to walk, glass in hand. “Tengen! ‘top flirting with pretty gRiLs… you ‘ave enough… pretty… girls! O-Okay?” The red haired boy slurs, as he grips your waist to try and stand straight… You can’t help find it cute just how ‘courageous’ he was trying to be~

Inosuke— The mad one

Inosuke has NO idea what’s going on. He was just curious what the ‘gold brown liquid’ Gonpachiro was drinking was. He ended up having too many ‘gold brown liquid’s. But he was caught off guard when his cock rose with interest when he saw you dancing and swaying your hips to the song playing. And he got up, walked over and poked you. “Oi! (Mispronounced name)! What’s this thing?! What’s happening to my PEE STICK?!” he says too loudly and too quickly, he was extra hyper from all the liquor he’d consumed. “Inosuke.. My name is (name)… Not whatever you just said… And that—…. Well… That’s—“ “I don’t care what it is! Make it go away, it fuckin’ hurts like a bitch!”

Zenitsu— The horny one

You wouldn’t expect Zenitsu to drink so much, but after he saw Nezuko being flirted with, he decided it’s the worst day of his life and ‘drank out his sorrows’. However, when he saw you getting up, the blonde headed boy turns to you, grabbing your skirt, “Where you going..?” There are practically tears in his eyes and he pulls you on his lap. “Nooo… Can’t.. leave me… al— HIC— alone…” His lips land on your neck and he holds you tightly. “Zenitsu, I need to use the restroom.” “I wanna go with you…” As soon as you knew, you were sitting on the lid of the toilet, with your leg over his shoulder, his nose bumping against your clit, as his warm wine tainted breath hits your white painted folds, hands in his hair as he whines like a bitch, pussy drunk.

Giyu— The lovestruck one

Giyu is a soft little baby when he’s drunk… Giyu stared at you in awe, his head tipped into his palm “You’re… ‘o pretty…” The black haired man slurred out, blubbering about how you were the most gorgeous woman he’s ever met, his dark blue eyes darker and hooded from all the alcohol he’s drank tonight “I.. Wish you were my… girlfriend…” This makes you smile “Giyu… That’s silly, I AM your girlfriend.” His eyes widen with happiness “You are..? I’m so… lucky… I wanna hug you now, can we go home…? I wanna- hic— I wanna fuck you…” “Heh, maybe that’s enough drinks for tonight, G…” He just smiles softly and he puts his arm around your shoulder

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okay! I guess I’m doing part 2! Thankyou to all you guys who noted this! ☺️ Part two includes “Sanemi” “Iguro” (Obanai) “Aged Up Muichiro” (aka my husband 😩) “Rengoku” (doughnut) and “Gyomei”

bitch, I forgot Tengen— 💀😍 TENGEN will be added in pt. Two hehehehhehhhehehehehehehehe😍😍😍😍😍😍💀💀💀💀💀💀

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[givemeonereason]

Rose-Colored Boy

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Rating: Rain-soaked Cotton Candy

Plot: Your sunshine husband always finds the bright side in everything.

A/n: This one took me a while. I had other pieces I needed to get out. I also got Covid and topped that with my birthday and the holidays. Though it was nice to take a small break. I'm glad this was the first piece in the new year.

The one thing that is so infectious about Kyojuro Rengoku is his overly loud countenance. And unshakable will, but he means well. I love this about him. The happiness he sees in every moment is absolutely admirable. It’s probably why he’s a fan favorite.

This was inspired by my own experiences with being a natural pessimist. I’ve been burned by the flames too often to know better than to expect good outcomes. Honestly, sometimes I wish the only flames come from the hashira himself.

*BONUS* I was listening to this while I wrote. It really helped me move along with this.

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You looked up at the gathering dark clouds above your head and sigh. “Of course, it would rain. We’re only halfway there.” You huffed, looking down at the best kimono you own. “This is going to be ruined.”

Your husband raised his head towards the sky, smiled and laughed cheerfully. “Thank the gods for this rain. We really need it if our garden is going to thrive this season.”

You look over at him, your eyes relaxing when you see his cheeks puffed in his smile.

You couldn’t be angry with his enthusiasm. He was right. The area was suffering from a terrible drought. Many locals have had to go without because of it. Only the support of the nearby town was able to keep people from starving to death. A blessing, for which everyone was grateful.

But you, aren’t so grateful. You tend to complain about the garden at your estate. It’s so much work to keep up with, even when the servants help.

Only Kyojuro Rengoku would think about this now, his precious sweet potatoes. They make him so happy though. And you love that about him.

Umai!

You laugh to yourself at the thought of him shouting during every snack and meal. It’s the one word, the one sound, that will never get old. You can practically hear it even when he’s away on missions and even if you’re lucky in your sweetest dreams.

“Rain is good and all, but why does it have to rain today of all days. We hardly get to go into town together. I was hoping that tonight would be special.”

He took your hand in his, twining his fingers with yours. “Every day and every night with you is so special.”

You were blushing. “Kyo…”

“What’s the matter, my flame?”

You gripped his hand tighter. “I just love you is all.”

Kyojuro pushed his chest out with pride. His cheeks red with happiness. “And I love you, my dear!"

You pulled yourself close to him, holding onto his strong arm. “You’re always so optimistic. I hate that, but I could never hate you.”

He turned and kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arm around you just as you felt a raindrop hit your cheek. You contorted your face into a pout, which made Kyojuro laugh.

“Don’t laugh at me!” You pouted even more shoving your face into his chest. You felt his chest rumble as he laughed even harder.

The rain fell upon you both as you continued up the path. His hashira's cape draped over your head, not much protection as the wet seeped through the fabric.

When you stepped through the threshold of the town’s inn, you were drenched. Your hair was falling out of the carefully placed pins. The stain of your blush smeared down your cheek. The hem of your kimono sullied with mud. The ick of the elements enveloping you. You felt absolutely foul.

Kyojuro pushed his dripping bangs out of his face. He smiled brightly toward the matron of the inn. He bowed deeply. “Pardon us, madam, would we be able to impose upon you to stay for the night? My wife will not be able to make it back to our home with the weather conditions at present.”

“Yes, I have a room you may stay in.”

"Thank you so much." He bowed deeply once more. His hand on the small of your back leads you forward.

You noticed that the inn lady was very soft-spoken, even when she told you both not to worry about the trailing mud on the hardwood in the hallway.

This bothered Kyojuro nonetheless and he scooped you up into his arms so that the hem of your kimono wouldn’t drag anymore. Only wet footprint left from his socks marked the floor when you made it to the designated room.

“The bath is at the end of the hall. Please feel free to use it. I will bring robes for you to change into.” She bowed and continued down the hall.

“Ughh, this night is just terrible, isn’t it? I can’t wait to get into the bath. I feel so gross!”

“Then let me take you to the bath, my fire.” Kyojuro picked you up into his arms again, carrying you down towards the bath. He kissed you gently, looking down into your eyes. “Even if you were covered head to toe in mud you would still be beautiful.”

“Ewww! That’s so gross!” You pushed him lightly and he chuckled.

“While you’re in here I’m going to help clean the mess we made in the hallway.” He was already unbuttoning his jacket at the wrists and pushing the sleeve up his forearms. “I better get to work.” He flashed you a smile before walking down towards the entryway.

Kyojuro Rengoku, a light in a dark space.

When you peeled away your clothing you got into the bath and sunk down to cover as much of yourself as you could.

You have been looking forward to this day for weeks. When Kyo said he had a hashira meeting, it just made sense that you would go into town and make the most of it. When he's called to those meetings you never know what is going to happen, is it good or bad? Is it going to be a new mission, or intel on a upper-rank demon? You never know. So you try and make the best of your time with Kyojuro when you can.

But the way the day took a turn for the worse this time.

You can hear him talking to the inn lady from outside the door. He's so cheerful, so full of life. How on earth with such polar dispositions did you land him? It wasn't even arranged. Was he swayed by your beauty, sure, but that can't be the only reason why he chose to pursue you right?

You felt refreshed after soaking in the warm bath water. So you dressed and made your way back down the hall towards your room. The floors had a subtle sheen to them. Most likely due to Kyojuro’s heavy-handed cleaning. You laughed to yourself. You imagined the mad dash he made down the hall with his rear proudly up in the air as he wiped the floor clean in a steady line, a big smile on his face. You knew he would do anything to help others. The values his mother instilled in such earnestness.

Kyojuro Rengoku’s heart and soul exists in only pure kindness and altruism.

The guestroom had a table set in the middle. The amber light of the overhead lamp buzzed down onto tatami-lined floors. Kyo's dark brown uniform coming into view. "There is my beautiful wife." His smile spread widely across his face. His hands grasped onto either sided of your shoulders, a kiss placed upon your forehead. "Do you finally feel refreshed?"

You reached up and held onto one of his forearms. Your eyes closed when he pressed his lips to your cheek then. You smiled, feeling his honeyed-toned voice seeping deep into the rose of your cheeks. "Yes, I do feel refreshed now. You are welcome to the bath if you'd like."

"Yes!" He boomed in his usual volume. You laughed at the shift. The voice he used for only you is soft and sweet, but his normal countenance is explosive. The polarized juxtaposition of personality, yet in such perfect harmony.

You look towards the sliding guestroom door. "I saw that the hallway looked very clean on my way back here."

With his hands on his waist and chest puffed outward he shouted another, "YES!"

You reached for the buttons of his brown jacket and unfastened the top three easily. "You always liked cleaning the floors at home. No wonder you so generously volunteered to clean them here."

He worked the buckle of his belt and pulled the white leather through the hoops of his slacks. "It's the least I could do after we unintentionally brought all that wet in with us."

You closed your eyes, but the pressure from their roll still tensed behind your eyelids. "Yes, how could I forget." You looked towards the window, the rain still spilling down from the dark clouds above. "And to think, we could have been stooling the market street at this very moment." You sighed, your hand grasping the soft fabric your robe that was nearest your collarbone.

Kyo's voice came in again, soft, honey, sweet. "I promise that when I get back we will make the trip once more." He came up behind you, gently kissing the delicate skin behind your ear. A shiver scaling down your entire body. "Weather permitting of course."

He would do that for you. And you knew that he would make the trip even more special in some form. Knowing him all too well, he will probably present you with a brand new kimono for the occasion, possibly a new hair accessory, shower you with fresh flowers or sweets. Or if you're especially lucky, you might even go to town by carriage. It could be any, or even all of those things. Though, the only thing you've ever needed is him. Just Kyojuro, home and safe with you. The trips to town or even longer excursions don't matter if you don't have the one person who you've spent so many years with.

When he leaves for missions, you wait for him. Wait to hear the sound of his sandals on the gravel. The sound of his humming near the garden before he walks through the door. The verve of his laughter when you throw yourself into his arms. His calm breath in your ear.

He's home.

He's safe.

He's alive.

Kyojuro turned quick and made his way out of the room towards the bathroom. You sat down at the small square table and took the cup filled with tea to your lips. The warm liquid racing down your throat now warming your insides.

A young woman appeared at the door with the meal service. She placed the dishes carefully down on the table. It looked delicious and even more so smelled delicious. You poured another cup of tea and placed it on the opposite side of the table for where Kyo would sit with you.

You sat quietly and listened to the rain. The pattering of the raindrops hitting the roof would put you to sleep had the food in front of you kept you from lulling. Yet, your eyes were closed nonetheless enjoying the quiet—

The door opened with a flash. Your husband, robe-clad charged into the room towards the table. “It smells so good in here. And look!” He marveled at each plate in front of him when he sat. “These dishes look amazing!” He served you some of the stewed beef before eagerly taking some for himself.

itadakimasu--Umai!

You savored the rich taste of the sauce as it meshed so well with the vegetables.

Umai!

"Indeed this food is very good. However, I don't think it's as good as Rika's cooking." Your housekeeper is very skilled in the kitchen, which, unfortunately, has always been your weak spot in your marital life. Even if you did cook, Kyojuro always made you feel as if it were a wonderful meal.

Umai!

"Kyo, please be careful my darling. I don't want you to choke." You reached out for his hand that firmly grasped a large piece of beef between two chopsticks. But he shoved the meat into his mouth anyway.

Ummmahhh.

He could barely speak with such a large mouthful.

You sighed and shook your head. You laughed when you saw how wide his smile was, his cheeks puffed with food on each side. He could pass as a woodland creature.

You took another bite of your food. The difference is you chewed your food and swallowed before you let out a softer, but pronounced "umai!" It had similar energy to Kyojuro's, but the volume would never match.

Now that he swallowed the hunk of meat in his mouth, he laughed heartily at you. One hand on his belly and the other at the crown of his head, which he had thrown back in his laughter. His flame-tipped hair flattened from washing, now curling up at the edges near his eyebrows and chin.

He looked at you bright-eyed. "You know, you're very beautiful when you smile. It's one thing about you that I never tire of."

You blushed deeply, dipping your chin down towards your chest. "I'm sure you are the only one who thinks that my love."

His fist hits the table making the plates tremble. Though he's not angry in the slightest, his Kyojuroisms intensify even the most subtlest of actions.

"Everyone knows you're the most beautiful!" He got up from where he sat cross-legged and walked to the window, looking down at the rain-sullen garden below.

You're not sure if he's practicing for the stage. Shakespeare? Kabuki? Such drama, so Rengoku.

"Men are envious that I have such a beautiful and extraordinary wife." He looked back towards you. His eyes were soft again. "No other woman in all of Japan-- in all of the world could compare."

You put your bowl of rice down on the table and joined him at the window, resting your head on his shoulder as you looked out farther towards the empty street, lanterns rocking to and fro in the wind. "I am the luckiest woman in all the world."

"I am the luckiest man. I thank the gods every day for meeting you. And when I'm away, all I can think about is coming home to you."

You wrapped your arms around him. "How are you like this all the time? Isn't it exhausting?"

He held onto you tighter. "How so?"

"Aren't you tired of always being happy, always seeing the bright side, putting people before yourself? You're so joyful." You looked up into his amber-red eyes. "I love that about you, but you don't have to try so hard with me. You don't have Kyojuro Rengoku all the time."

He laughed. "But I am Kyojuro Rengoku."

You laughed as well, pressing your face into the shoulder and taking a breath. "I know, but what I'm saying is, if you keep burning so unwaveringly, all that will remain of you is ashes." You gently pulled his face down towards you and kissed his lips. "What good are ashes? I could use them in the garden, but who would I harvest sweet potatoes for? I want you and only you, no other variation."

Kyo kissed your lips, lingering there before looking into your eyes. "I will always be with you flame, fire, and ashes, in here." He pointed to your heart and gently placed his palm against the soft fabric of your robe. "I will never leave you, even in death."

He held onto you tightly when he mentioned death. He could die at any moment. His occupation continuously puts him at death's door. He is one of the best swordsmen, but death will come for all eventually.

You constantly think about the possibility of him dying. He could be outmatched. The thought strickens you.

Flame, fire, ashes, death, fire, death, umai, umai, umai, flame, fire, ashes, death. Death.

You rubbed your eyes against his robe, tears rolling down your cheeks. "Please don't go. Kyo, please...Come home with me. We can figure out something new. We will take Senjuro and Shinjuro with us."

You knew this pleading wouldn’t go far. It’s been a Rengoku legacy for generations to become the flame hashira. And all he wants to do is help people. To protect them. To protect you.

He got you down to rest on the futon. “Kyo…” You could barely talk. Your face buried into his chest. A blanket covering you both on the futon you were now sharing. You didn’t stop shivering until you honed in the rhythm of his heartbeat.

The table and plates had been cleared away an hour ago. And you were embarrassed when a young girl came in to take food and table away, your eyes blotchy and red, tears streaming down your face. So you hid behind Kyojuro. The girl profusely apologized for the interruption.

Buh-bum, buh-bum.

You focus now. Your breathing leveling out. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the night.”

He brushed the hair stuck at your temples away and ran his fingers down your side. His gentle touch pulling you close to his body. A comfort that only he can bring. “You have nothing to be sorry about.” He tries to whisper, but due to his premature hearing loss, what he thought was a whisper, to you was a regular indoor volume. “I am very sorry to make you worry so much over me.”

“Of course, I worry about you. You’re my— my— my world.” You hugged him tightly. “I wish I could do something to protect you. The only thing I can do is try to prevent you from leaving, but you will go anyway. I’m not strong enough to keep you here. And I don’t want to, but I don’t want to wake up one morning knowing you’ll never be here beside me.”

He remained quiet, rubbing you back in languid strokes. This is a conversation that you frequently have. The end conversation. Always at your behest. The song and dance remain the same. Kyojuro and you never move out of place. He resolves to his missions, and you dissolve to worry.

You quieted yourself, concentrating on his heart again.

Buh-bum.

The scattered pattering of the rain slows outside of the window. Sleep pulling you into its hollow embrace. “I will never leave you. I promised you.” He somehow was so soft there in your ear. The fulfilling embodiment that sent you into slumber.

You hear rustling and open your eyes. The morning light shining in your eyes. Kyojuro is aside the window adjusting his hashira's cape. Your guiding light. You lift yourself up to stretch. "Oh, good you're awake." He smiles down at you. He pulled you up into his arms. "Good morning, my flame."

You pushed your face into his broad chest. He's so warm. "Morning." His arms stretch around you. "I'll change quickly so you can get an early start." You walked towards the privacy screen and began dressing into your kimono.

Someone soft-spoken came into the room while you were dressing and brought a light breakfast for the two of you. He stood beside the table waiting for you. When you sat down opposite him, he finally sat down. The joy in his voice as he ate happily. Food really is one of the most important things to him. If you let him he'd eat all day. Though it did make sense, being a hashira requires a high level of athleticism. He needs all the energy he can get.

But the best energy he gets is the love he receives from you. If he never could eat again, he would simply exist solely on your subtle glances, the warmth of your touch, the sound of your laughter, and the sweet taste of your kisses.

Forbidden fruit within reach.

Reaching out for him at the head of the road. The grass beneath your feet. You never want to let go, and he would rather you didn't. "Kyo, please be careful."

You heard him chuckle. He's putting up a good front, always.

"You have nothing to worry about." He winked at you. His infectious smile spreads into your own cheeks.

"Kyo---"

He turned back as he began to walk away. "I'll be back in a flash." He smiled again. His blond hair swayed over his shoulder, the string tied tight around the ponytail at his crown. It was the very same string you so delicately braided for him the first night he told you he loved you. He's kept it since.

"I love you." You smiled back at him.

"Love! You!" Kyojuro shouted back as he started moving down the dirt road. He took off in a mad dash down the path and into the woods. When you lost sight of the white of his cape fluttering behind him you walked in the opposite direction towards the Rengoku estate.

The air was fresh after the rain. The grass was greener. The flowers are in bloom on the trees. The sun warming your skin. The road rises up to meet you at every step.

Even though he's gone, he's still here with you. The lasting signs of his love in your usual disposition shifting, even if only for the moment.

The world is so much better when he's in it. Everything is brighter, it's so full of life.

Our life, you thought.

Ours and only ours.

Well, sweet potatoes too, but still ours...

Come home soon, my love.

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MILESTONE 15.0 (compiled)

Author’s Note: compiled masterlist for MILESTONE 15.0 !! Click here for masterlist only.

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Kamado Tanjirou x Reader, Kanroji Mitsuri x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~6,100

CW: provided before each drabble

~faqs~

Title by Song Artist; ~Word Count; CW

Valentine by 5 Seconds of Summer; 400; explicit language, mild sexual content

“What do you want for Valentine’s Day?” Obanai asks gruffly, voice muffled beneath the heat and steam of the shower.

“Shuld’t you al-eady ‘o’ 'at?” you retort, words lumped incoherently thanks to the ungodly amount of toothpaste that squirted onto your toothbrush moments earlier.

“Shit.”

“You 'ropped ta so'p,” you snort, eyes rolling knowingly.

“The fuck are you saying?” he grunts, metal rings sliding loudly across the curtain rod as his bedraggled, sopping hair peeks out at you, “Finish brushing your teeth.”

“You fivish brus'ing yo'r teef!”

“You’ve got a little…” reaching a mischievous hand toward you, “There!” as he smears his thumb from the corner of your mouth to the bottom of your chin, grinning at the mess of toothpaste, drool, and water, your indignant shriek only compounding his satisfaction.

“Obanai,” venmo curling your lip, internally cursing as The Mess™ drips onto your foot, “I swear I’m going to-”

“Finish brushing your teeth?” he interrupts, eyelashes fluttering, water droplet gliding elegantly off the tip of his nose, shower curtain clutched ever so cutely to his chest.

“No,” promptly spitting out the remaining toothpaste, flipping your middle finger at him, “I’m going to go to bed.”

“Without telling me what you want for Valentine’s Day?” he scowls, flicking water at your finger, “Do you truly want for nothing?”

Whining now, you cross your arms, wiping your foot on the bathmat, “I want you to be nice to me.”

“No you don’t,” he immediately quips, releasing the shower curtain, once more disappearing from view, faucet squeaking as he turns off the water.

“Oh loveliest looove?”

“I hate you,” you mutter.

“Pretty please could you hand me a towel?”

“Nope.”

“I’ll let you dry off my butt.”

You huff, eyes narrowing at the traitorous appeal warming your stomach.

“Aaand my penis?”

Ugh.

“FINE, for fuck’s sake, you can dry off my balls too.”

Hehehe. You grab a towel from the rack.

“But only if you tell me what you want for Valentine’s Day.”

You freeze, reconsidering the bargain, “I wasn’t kidding.”

“I’m very nice to you!”

“Annoying and nice aren’t synonymous,” you scoff.

“But You love me and Obanai are!” he protests.

“That makes literally no sense.”

“You make literally no sense!”

You wait, towel fluffy against your heartbeat, amusement etched permanent and crinkled around your eyes.

“I’m getting fucking cold.”

You smirk.

“So step onto the bathmat? I’ve got your towel ready.”

“Cherish my balls, carefully,” he demands, still hiding in the shower, plick plick plick steady as he begins shivering.

“I will cherish your balls,” silently counting to three before you finally tack on, “Carefully.”

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You Will Find Me by Alex & Sierra; 300; mild sexual content

Kyojuro has never told you outright, but his favorite part of date night is after date night. After giggling over buttery popcorn, wincing as your lips become mildly irritated from too much salt (he didn’t mean for the salt shaker’s lid to pop off!), insisting he isn’t crying as the end credits roll; after a spontaneous mini golf outing, grinning every time you complete a course before him, chest puffing happily as you tell him again and again I haven’t done this since I was a kid, thank you Kyo; after beating you in chess, Rummy, Connect 4, Monopoly, heck even Chutes or Snakes and Ladders (what can he say? he’s been lucky ever since he met you), sheepish as you jokingly glare at him, apologetic kisses promptly sprinkled across your nose and cheeks.

His favorite part of date night is getting to watch you undress, the subtle lines of tiredness and your indefinitely growing to-do list fading faintly from sight, veneer of devotion and desire separating real life and right now. Getting to tuck strands of hair behind your ear, thumb pausing on the softness of your earlobe, heat grazing your spatial consciousness as he steps closer — this is his favorite part. Gentle words murmured inaudible, because, well, their contents don’t exactly matter.

How could they? When his hands grasp warm and steady on your hips, smile radiant as usual, your low exhale breathy and familiar. How could sweet nothings compare to the sensual everything of his mouth? Sucking light and moist at the dip between your collarbone and neck, traversing slow and patient to your other collarbone. How could hurried phrases, uttered in lust and with urgency, compare to the languid, honest adoration of his tongue? Flicking coy and then decisive, exploratory and then comfortable, tracing the outlines of your sighs, reiterating his promise that We share more than lust.

Because as much as he loves after date night, he craves the taste of your soul long after the caress of your pleasure cools.

His heart forever stained the color of your laughter.

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10,000 Hours by Dan + Shay ft. Justin Bieber; 300; none

“You did what now?” you gasp, eyes wide, ready to smack Gyomei’s shoulder.

“Um…”

“What did you do?” you repeat, face hot, disbelief furrowing your brow.

“I bought you 10,000 roses?”

“Well don’t ask me,” you snap, “Did you, or didn’t you? Why did you?” exasperation creeping in at the mental image of the bedroom packed full of roses Perhaps the living room would be better.

“You don’t want 10,000 roses?”

You pause at the sheepish softness in his voice, gentle hands grasping yours, held tender against his chest, his next words rumbling sweetly through your fingertips.

“I would buy you 10,000 roses to commemorate the 10,000 hours I have dedicated to you, and infinite roses to commemorate the infinite hours I hope to dedicate to you.”

“How much would 10,000 roses cost?” you groan, blinking anxiously at the thought of the bill, “Do we have that much money?” eyes narrowing suspiciously, “Do you have that much money?” realization registering as you scowl accusingly, “So you didn’t buy me 10,000 roses?”

“But I would!” raising your knuckles to his lips, grinning as you fluster.

With a huff, you tug your hands back, arms crossing, “Not funny, Gyomei. Do you know how frantic I was trying to calculate how indebted we’d be? I hate math. Let alone where they’d go without rendering an entire room unusable!”

Pouting, he reaches for your hands again, grip tightening slightly, tone amused, “We’d be about $35,000 in debt, depending on where I bought them from.”

Your aghast expression doesn’t stop him from kissing your palms, pressing them to his cheeks, waiting for your inevitable sigh as you finally melt into his touch.

“One,” you murmur into his shirt, “You can buy me one rose.”

~~~

My Song Too by Hunter Hayes; 400; none

Giyuu still sings along to that song whenever it comes up on shuffle, softly murmured lyrics bringing a melancholy smile to his lips, haunted depth to his stare, as he remembers how you’d tease him for his Abysmal singing.

Singing out loud had always been a private activity for him, reserved for quiet morning showers and long walks down empty sidewalks after checking once, twice, three times that he was truly alone. Embarrassment played a role, but acute awareness of how torturous his singing would be for any unfortunate soul that happened to be nearby was the main reason — he’s a thoughtful fellow, thank you very much.

—

And then he met you.

Cliche? Yes. Beautiful? Yes. Too close to touch, too far to taste? Yes.

—

When discussing hobbies, singing had remained meticulously hidden under board games, appreciating nature, and fluffing and reorganizing throw pillows (don’t ask). Already astonished that you stayed after his fluffing-and-reorganizing reveal, he was reluctant to sully your perception of him any further, gently pressing the reins of conversation into your hands for the remainder of your evening together.

The first time you’d heard him sing was the first morning you woke in his bed, faint pitter patter of the shower running, worn and cozy blankets tucked carefully under your chin, something sounding like a nails-on-chalkboard rendition of Marry The Night (by Lady Gaga) rattling through the cracked opened bedroom door… so falling back asleep wasn’t an option, but basking in the vulnerability—and amusement—of your newfound understanding of Tomioka Giyuu felt even warmer than sunshine.

—

And then came the storm.

A melody of missed calls, sporadic texts, constantly running late, kisses as stoic as his public facade.

He’d promised he loved you, reiterated over and over again, as he belted One Direction in the car beside you, attempted John Legend to serenade you, and even wrote a couple of songs for you, both pinned stubborn and unforgettable to the tatters of your heart.

But for all the lyrics he caressed into your skin, you rarely sang with him.

Giyuu still sings along to that song whenever it comes up on shuffle, mouthing your part as a familiar aching fills the silence of letting you slip away.

~~~

Move Together by James Bay; 300; none

“Sweetheart,” Tanjirou tries again, gentle fingertips resting atop your shoulder, frown deepening when you shrug him off, “Could we cuddle?” poking lightly at the back of your head, “Please?”

Huffing quietly, you tuck your nose further into the edge of the comforter, knees scrunched into your stomach, staring straight ahead.

“I miss you,” he switches tactics, momentary contentment flitting across his face as your scent softens… concern returning to his brow as you stiffen once more.

If you missed me, then you wouldn’t be leaving is your unspoken bitterness, sourness in the way you bite your lip as you continue ignoring him.

“I know you’re not mad,” he murmurs, chest emanating his familiar heat as he dares to scoot closer, “You’re upset that I’m leaving,” arm reaching over your side in search of your hand, “I’m upset too.”

Shut up you swallow tightly, eyes glistening at his touch, involuntarily linking your fingers with his, silent relief loosening your lungs as his own relief—a sigh—grazes audible against your skin.

“I never want to leave,” whispered into your hair, “I always want to stay here,” body curving tender and confident around yours, “After this conference, I’m going to tell them I can’t travel for such extended periods anymore.”

That grabs your attention, eyes widening as you roll over abruptly, forehead nearly bumping his.

“You’re kidding?!”

A simple, warm smile tugs at his mouth, his leg nudging itself between yours, hopeful and longing scents melting into each other as you finally meet his gaze.

“Not in the slightest.”

“You promise?”

Because you couldn’t take it if he didn’t.

“With all that I am.”

Because he wouldn’t forgive himself if he didn’t.

~~~

Good For You - Acoustic by Castro; 500; none

Giyuu waits outside your apartment, umbrella in hand, as rain falls soft and certain.

“Giyuu!” you exclaim, front door slamming behind you as you greet him with a dizzying grin, “I can’t believe it’s raining,” oblivious to the warmth tickling across his cheeks, “I’m gonna be soaked, I was in such a rush, didn’t grab my umbrella,” sticking out a foot, “And definitely didn’t wear the right shoes.”

Silently, he opens his umbrella, pulse fluttering as you promptly latch onto his arm, faint whisper of a smile lighting up his face.

“My hero!” you sigh dramatically, “You’re so pretty when you smile, did y'know that?” poking carelessly at his face.

Grunting at your antics, and resisting the urge to catch your wrist and brush his lips to your knuckles, he allows himself a fleeting moment of contentment, memorizing the heat of your body pressed into the tension of his, almost wishing he hadn’t brought his umbrella so he could’ve offered you his jacket instead.

“I brought extra socks,” he murmurs.

“Extra socks?”

He nods solemnly, “I figured you wouldn’t wear rainboots.”

“I didn’t want to be late!” you gasp, eyes wide in mock offense, “Besides, it’s just a little rain! I can handle it!”

“I know,” he shrugs simply, “Just like you can handle looking out the window or checking the weather on your phone while getting ready.”

“When you sleep waaay past your alarm, you relinquish various luxuries,” you retort, flicking his ear.

Snorting, he moves the umbrella slightly, chuckling lowly when you let out an indignant shriek, raindrops cascading onto your shoulder, clinging tighter to him with a damp glare.

“GIYUU!”

“Hm?” he blinks, overly polite, “Did you get wet?”

“Yes,” you growl, not-so-stealthily attempting to stomp on his toes, pouting as he smoothly avoids your wrath, “Because someone moved the umbrella!”

“Ah, well, that wasn’t very nice of that someone.”

“If you want a hug, then you could ask for one,” you scowl, “No need to resort to violent methods.”

“My methods are never violent,” he deadpans.

“Do you want a hug though?”

“Never.”

Hating himself as the brightness of your stare dims, cold distance shoving itself between you, releasing his arm with an awkward squeak, followed by a gentle smack, his chest hardly feeling a thing.

“You have got to work on your emotional constipation!” you groan, stare bright once more, “If you want a hug, then I’ll hug you!” smirking fondly, “We’re friends Giyuu! I mean, you brought extra socks for me!” rolling your eyes, “If you can do that, then surely you can ask me for a hug?”

“Of course,” he practically whispers, falling, falling, falling into your glow, “I’ll ask, next time.”

With a satisfied huff, you reattach yourself to his arm, entirely unaware of the downpour flooding his heart, drowning in the reassurance of your touch.

~~~

Kiss Me Like You Mean It by Kate Yeager; 400; mild sexual content

“You’re really leaving me?” you whine, head sticking out from under the covers, sunlight tickling your nose.

“It’s Tuesday,” Muichiro shrugs, smiling softly at your bedhead, “Work beckons,” bare chest disappearing from view as he buttons up his shirt.

“Tuesday, schmuesday,” you huff, “It’s Valentine’s Day,” curling a sly finger toward him, “And I’m beckoning too,” winking exaggeratedly, “So what’s it gonna be? Work…” stretching in what you hope is a sexy manner, “Or me?”

Shaking his head, he allows himself a breath to admire your cozy, sunlit face, snorting inwardly at how you look more like a lump than anything remotely seductive, “You realize that would be more effective without the blankets on?”

“You realize how cold I would be without the blankets on?” you retort, promptly pulling the covers up and over your head, voice muffled as you sulk, “Whatever, go to work, see if I care. I’ll just have all the orgasms by myself.”

Gasping playfully, he steps quietly toward the bed, amusement in his tone, “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh I would!” you quip, legs moving beneath the covers, “You’re gonna be late for work, by the way,” hips lifting to tug down your flannel pants, “Don’t mind me,” grunting at the effort required to strip while submerged in blankets, “Nothing to worry about here!”

Rolling his eyes, he stands beside you, knees barely brushing the mattress, waiting for you to resurface.

“Can’t- Breathe!” you exclaim, head finally popping out again, swallowing your surprised shriek with practiced ease when his proximity eventually registers, “MUICHIRO!”

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” he declares calmly.

“I already said that!” cheeks hot as his fingertips trace along the underside of your jaw, “What about work?”

“I’ll call in sick,” he murmurs, eyes narrowing at the dilation of your pupils, “If that’s okay with you?”

You nod wordlessly, abdomen warming, still in mild disbelief that your teasing actually accomplished something.

“Mind helping me undress?” he asks smoothly, hovering above your eager hands, chuckling as you reach for the top button.

“You planned this,” you mutter accusingly, “Bet you requested today off weeks in advance.”

He doesn’t answer, opting instead to kiss your forehead, your nose, your ears, melting into the scent of you and your delighted giggles, scooping you into his embrace as soon as you undo the last button.

“Maybe,” he whispers into your skin, “Maybe I did.”

~~~

8 Letters by Why Don’t We; 300; mild sexual content

From the beginning, I love you has burned slow on Giyuu’s tongue. What started with a tentative wave—Is that him?—snowflakes caressing the softness of your hair, excitement expanding your chest, pavement crunching beneath your boots—He’s more handsome than he gave himself credit for—all the while a subtle, sweet warmth tickled the back of his throat… What continued with finally understanding familiar, the gleam in his eyes, thigh snug against yours, amusement curling his lips—I can get us another blanket, no need to hog—shaking his head fondly as you nuzzled your nose into his shoulder, pointing firmly at the tv—You can’t miss anything!—already knowing better than to mention—We could pause it—lest you shot your daggered glare at his already trembling heart… all the while an irrevocable heat twirled certain and spicy from the pinpricks of his taste buds to the roof of his mouth. What blossomed into an aching, playful, wild masterpiece, laughter stealing your breath as your smile stole his—You’re not funny!—hopelessly poking at his cheeks, unwilling to sip from your overflowing cup of devotion, spilling through to the secrets in his bones—Then why are you laughing?—smugness in his tone, honest longing in his gaze—Because I love you!—declared without judgment or expectation… all the while, a searing epiphany begging to jump, I’ve never felt this way before still clinging afraid and unaware to the tip of his tongue. “I love you,” he murmurs on a fairly regular Tuesday, “I love you a lot.” Flames somehow stronger as he seeks to smother them in your embrace, tracing your lips, your mouth, the smoothness of your jaw, the pulse within your neck; a promise of Until the sun ceases to set as he presses I love you into every inch of your skin.

~~~

Never Was by REAVES ft. Katelyn Tarver; 400; none

Sanemi keeps his apartment as bare as his heart's been since you walked out. It didn't end with a bang, tears, or even a raised voice, but with the depth of your pleading eyes stenciled permanently across the scar tissue of his regret. Some days, he contemplates getting them tattooed onto his sternum, their dry lashes, familiar heaviness, and all. Other days, he wishes he had bottled the flutter of his skin whenever you touched him, the criss crossed numbness in his chest tenderly and decisively worn away by your stubborn, adoring fingertips until he could finally—miraculously—feel his pulse.

Most days, he misses you.

He misses the trinkets and knick knacks lining his shelves, the occasional spoon or fork left in his kitchen sink, and the scent of your commitment to him lingering on his pillowcase (because apparently he always had the comfier pillow, even when he'd secretly switch them).

He misses the random sock popping up in his laundry from time to time, immediately texting you—Look what I found...—because you'd lamented its lost two weeks ago. He even misses the dreaded noise of something shattering behind him, already anticipating your sheepish, frantic explanation as he sighs and braces himself—Really? You had to target my favorite mug?

He misses you.

Perhaps, definitely, he should've told you. Should've told you how you inspired him to do better. To be better. Should've laid out his bare bones for you to understand just how much better. Should've pressed his secrets into your warm, safe palms for you to understand just how much worse he could be. How much worse he'd been.

And he absolutely should've showed you, despite having never fully done so.

Should've showed you how capable and strong he could be. How gently he could love; how earnestly he could cherish you. How even as you stripped him of his pride, his silence, his animosity — he could still hold your hand as your equal. Not lean on you. Not take you for granted. Not shiver in the fragility of his reflection and rebirth. How he could build you up as you tore him down, providing what you needed just as you gave breath to him.

Sanemi keeps a single photo of your brilliant smile: as soft and promising as he never was.

~~~

You & I by One Direction; 400; none

"I'm surprised we've been together for so many years," Giyuu remarks softly, his hand cool and calloused as it envelops yours.

To anyone else, his statement could feel offensive, and not particularly suitable for a Valentine's stroll, but you aren't anyone else.

"Me too," you chuckle, eyebrows pinched slightly, fingers wiggling playful and sweaty in his grip, "You're way too sophisticated for me."

"I'm the opposite of sophisticated," he deadpans, stepping off abruptly, dirt sinking beneath his boots, lips warm and fleeting against your forehead, "Your statement's impossible."

"Impossible?" you snort, "Have you seen yourself in a suit and tie?" winking as the usual flush creeps up his neck, "I'd call you sophisticated," voice lowering teasingly, "And then some."

Shrugging, his free hand tugs lightly at the hairs tickling his nape, lifting your knuckles to his mouth, "I hate it. Suits are too fancy, and ties are too confusing."

"You can hate something, and still wear it well," you're undeterred, body pressing close to him as your words press even closer, "Fortunately, I only require a couple nicer evenings out per month."

And thank gosh for that he sighs audibly, fond smile grazing your skin, "Do you think you've gained more spending your years with me than spending them..." alone? Or with somebody else? "... not with me?"

Bright laughter greets his tentative question, letting go of his hand to fidget with the lapels of his coat, your delayed response filling the distance between his anxiety and your certainty with a familiar hum.

Well? he almost pushes, generally so indifferent, yet somehow so pliant and demanding in your palms.

"I can't say whether I've gained more," you begin slowly, "But I can say I'm content with you," nodding firmly, "I can say I like you, I love you, that I'm in love with you," patting his cheeks, swallowing a giggle as his flush creeps up further, "And I can say that my feelings for you are stronger and happier than any desire to worry about what might've been," squishing his cheeks for good measure, his nose and ears pink as ever.

"I feel similarly."

And although part of you wants to cross your arms and huff—Really Giyuu? I answered you with a passionate monologue, and you give me a blunt sentence?—a larger part of you is touched by his echoed sentiment, knowing all too well by now that your beloved, sophisticated man would rather hold an umbrella over you while getting soaked himself than utter anything verging on romantic.

In fact, you suspect he may be missing romance and its acquaintances from his personal dictionary altogether.

~~~

Bonfire Heart by James Blunt; 600; explicit language, implied alcohol, mild sexual content

After a day, what will you think?

The softness in your eyes makes Sanemi balk inwardly—Maybe I should’ve buttoned more of my shirt?—creeping tendrils of intrigue and pity spilling from your stare; wrapping around his wrists, along his arms, caressing the scars across his chest and torso; your mouth opening then closing then opening again.

“What?” he snaps, stalking toward you, “You are [y/n], right?”

Fucking blind dates as he struggles with the buttons of his shirt; Fuck Tengen and his wives the closer he gets, buttons still uncooperative; Fuck Obanai and his worrying watching warmth fill your cheeks; Fuck their colluding wondering how on earth they thought you’d be a match for him.

“You know, I was warned you’d be underdressed,” you finally remark, faint humor and light awkwardness in your tone, “No need to make yourself uncomfortable.

They got a warning? he nearly snarls, promptly giving up on the buttons Why didn’t I get a warning that they’d be severely overdressed?

"But you look nice,” you offer a small smile, holding out your hand, “[y/n],” compliment tumbling from your mouth before you can stop it, “And you smell good.”

I smell good?! his glare sharpens, rough hand practically smacking yours as he grips your fingers, “Shinazugawa Sanemi. I’m hungry.”

Your skin feels… polite. Kind. For a fleeting moment, he imagines your fingertips cool and gentle against the tautness of his back.

“And, uh,” swallowing thickly, avoiding your gaze, “You look nice too,” sighing loudly, “Nicer than me.”

After a week, how will you feel?

“No way, a second date?!” Obanai exclaims, enthusiastically punching Sanemi’s shoulder.

“I’m offended,” Sanemi scowls, fixated on his phone, scrolling diligently for the perfect gif.

“And I’m surprised,” Obanai retorts, snatching Sanemi’s phone with a sly grin, “What’s occupying you, buddy?” grin widening when he realizes exactly who Sanemi’s texting.

“Fuck off,” Sanemi groans, not even bothering to wrestle for his phone.

“How long have you been searching for cute cat gif?” Obanai cackles gleefully.

“Fuck. Off.”

“Dinner and drinks on me tonight!”

“The fuck?”

“Tengen thought you wouldn’t survive five minutes. I thought you’d fall head over heels.”

“Head over heels?”

“Dude, you are the world’s driest texter, and suddenly you’re interested in cute. Cat. Gifs?”

“Whatever,” Sanemi mutters, resisting the urge to toss Obanai through the wall, “You’re driving,” and I’m getting wasted.

After a month, what will you want?

“Nemi,” you murmur, carefully poking his bicep, “Did you hear me?”

Oh I fucking heard you.

“Are…” you inhale deeply, thumbs stroking smoothly over his calloused palms, “Are we dating?”

What else would we be?

“Like, is this casual? Are we official? Monogamous? What…” trailing off as his breath catches, “… what are we?”

Blunt as ever, he grits out, “What do you want?”

“I want to date you, officially, nobody else involved,” your wry smile seeping through his stiffness, “But you seem, upset?”

Shit he blinks Maybe Tengen had a point exhaling lowly I’m hopeless.

“I’M NOT UPSET!”

“But you’re yelling?” your eyebrows furrowed.

“BECAUSE I LIKE YOU!”

Oops Sanemi blushes, embarrassment promptly melting as your arms fling around his neck, forehead knocking into his Oof, your joy so radiant he has to consciously stop himself from shying away The hell is this?

“I like you!” you squeal, lips squishy and determined as you kiss him once, twice, until he’s noticeably red, “You’re so fucking dumb,” biting playfully at the tip of his nose, “And I really like you.”

After a year, why will you stay?

“Sanemi?”

“Hm?”

“Do you still like me?”

“Babe,” deadpan, “I love you.”

“Buuut you still like me too?”

“More than anything.”

~~~

Where You Are by Gavin Degraw; 400; none

Kamado Tanjirou. Tanjirou. — The man who traces love into your skin every time he holds your hand, calloused thumb rugged and adoring against the center of your palm. “Let’s stay like this forever,” bright grin so familiar, yet somehow always catching you off guard, “Okay?” — The man who rings your doorbell at 2am, eyes tired, bedhead evident, limbs warm and sturdy as he embraces your shaky frame, careful to avoid stepping on your bare feet. “Tan? Why’re you here?” murmured drowsily. “You had a bad dream,” he says, the rush of scrambling around in the dark for the past half an hour ebbing as you sink into his chest. “To be fair, I didn’t expect you to see that text until the morn-” “And I don’t expect you to sleep poorly,” he hushes you softly, “I’m here now, aren’t I?” “I suppose,” you shrug, clammy fingers reaching up to stroke his cheek, “Let’s get in bed.” The man who sets his wet shoes neatly by the front door, tugged willingly along by your gentle grip until you’re folded into each other, dreamless touch finally lulling you to rest. — The man whose actions speak louder than words, stumbling over sentences and paragraphs, fixing his mistakes with an apologetic smile, commitment to you apparent… even as he accidentally ruins your favorite pot while cooking mac and cheese. “Seriously?!” you exclaim, mouth open slightly, eyes wide, a long exhale following as you blink slowly, “Kamado Tanjirou.” “That’s me!” he squeaks, face red, eyebrows furrowed. “You couldn’t have experimented with a different pot?” poking at the burnt mess with a partially melted spatula, “Or how about sparing my spatula?!!” “I’m sorry!” “That’s it, we’re going on a date.” “Huh?!” “We’ll take one of those couples’ cooking classes,” you huff darkly, “Because clearly someone needs it.” “I’m normally fine at cooking!” he protests, itching to rattle off all of his usual repertoire, “I just…” “You just…?” “ForgotIwascookingsomething.” — The man who shows up when it’s important, and when you insist that it’s not, because he knows better. Knows better than to ever leave you hanging, leave you wondering, leave you hurting at the thought of more. “Thank you for loving me,” you whisper, moonlight glistening on his eyelashes. “Thank you for loving me,” he whispers back, wishing he could weave the starlight in your eyes.

~~~

Not Yet by Brett Young; 400; alcohol

I’m in love with you Mitsuri realizes as you reach for the bottle of rosé, dry fingers brushing her knuckles, your eyes widening as your cheeks fluster.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t-”

“Baby,” she chuckles, patting your hand before relinquishing the bottle, “You’re okay!” tilting her head, tone playful, “Should we give up and-”

“No!” you exclaim, “No wine glasses!” the bottle’s neck slender and fragile in the eagerness of your grip, “We drink out of the bottle because we’re classy!”

“We’re definitely classy,” she giggles, watching the rosé slosh precariously, “Don’t forget to unscrew the cap this time.”

“Heyyy,” you pout, sticking out at your tongue, “There’s a reason I recap it!” aggressively shaking the bottle, “See!” grin triumphant and smug, “No spills!” flipping it upside down, “M'a genius!”

“Alright genius,” she murmurs pleasantly, tamping down alarm, “How about we get the bottle upright and take a sip?” a small sip tacked on silently.

“You think I can’t hold my liquor,” you scowl, cradling the bottle against your chest, “I’ll have you know I’ve helped drink half of this bottle!”

Aaand therein lies the issue she sighs, endeared smile tugging at the corner of her mouth nonetheless, “I know, love. You’re amazing.”

“Lemme have one more sip, okay?” you wink, leaning toward her soft, frangipani scent, “Then we can eat snacks and talk ‘bout life!”

Her laughter soaks through your clothes, warming your skin, bones straining to partake in the irresistible sensation, a knowing weight in her gaze as she nods slowly.

“One more sip,” her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, “But only if you pinky promise snacks.”

“And talking about life!” you gasp, “What are snacks without life? What is living without snacks?!”

And what is living without you? she sighs again — a gentle, devoted sound. A sound of acceptance and amusement; of adoration and affection.

“I want to kiss you,” you hiccup, “Change of plans! Kisses, then sips, then snacks, and talks!”

“Sips?” she blinks, gradually processing your declaration, “I can certainly provide kisses,” heartbeat quickening at the thought, “But there shall be no sips for you.”

“You’re no fun!”

Humming teasingly, she carefully pries the bottle from your now inattentive grip, setting it aside with a lazy thud, “My kisses are no fun?”

“Your kisses are fun,” you huff, eyes rolling impatiently, “But limiting my sips? Not so fun!”

“Sweetie,” she snorts, “You’re cut off.”

“On Valentine’s Day?!”

“Especially on Valentine’s Day.”

~~~

I Like The Sound Of That by Rascal Flatts; 500; mild sexual content

“It’s 2am,” you yawn, eyes blinking tiredly, “Go to sleep.”

Squinting, Tanjirou flicks your nose, heart fluttering as you let out an indignant squeak, “No.”

“Rude!”

“But you’re so cute,” he grins, bumping your thigh with his knee, “All sleepy and cuddly.”

“You’re sleepy and cuddly,” you huff, kneeing—much harder—at his groin.

“OI!”

“Go to sleep.”

“How am I supposed to sleep if you kick me in the balls?” he pouts, rubbing carefully—placatingly—at your knee, his own legs crossing (a protective measure).

Shrugging, you tug the comforter up and over your head, inhaling the soft, warm scent of recently washed sheets and freshly showered Tanjirou, “I missed.”

“And you’re not going to make another attempt?” he chuckles quietly, grin returning at the adorable lump of you under the covers.

“Hm,” you respond nonchalantly, cool fingertips making their way toward his bare stomach, “Maybe not.”

“What are yo- AHHHHH!”

“Everything okay?” you hum innocently, savoring the surprised flex of his muscles, palms pressing eager along his sides, mouth nuzzling fond and satisfied at his chest — a stark contrast to the uninhibited, gleeful torture of your cold palms.

“You’re! So! Mean!” he gasps, eyes squeezed shut, resisting the urge to jerk away, hands gripping gentle at your shoulders as though to brace himself, “You'reluckyIloveyou!” gulping for air as your ministrations continue.

“Oh hush,” you mumble into his skin, beginning Phase 2™ as your feet go in for the kill, outright cackling when his body goes rigid, plaintive whimper burying itself in your hair at the touch of your frosty toes, “You signed up for this.”

“I! Did! Not!” he whines, grip tightening, teeth gritted, internal mantra of I love them, I love them, I love them the only force keeping him in place.

“Did too!” you declare, smooching wetly at his collarbone, “Thank you for being my favorite space heater!”

“I take it back,” he huffs, shivering despite himself, “You’re not cute at all!”

“But I am sleepy and cuddly,” you retort, “Aren’t I?”

Disgruntled, he pulls lightly at your ear, endearment audible in his tone even as goosebumps creep up his forearms, “Absolutely.”

“Are you cold?” you coo teasingly, fingers grazing the curve of his pelvis, “My favorite space heater’s struggling.”

“Nope,” he mutters, “Not cold, not struggling,” stubbornness narrowing his eyes, “I might start sweating, actually.”

“Sooo I can use them then?” you ask sweetly.

“Use what?!” he swallows nervously, immediately on alert.

“The forbidden hand warmers!”

Shortly thereafter, Tanjirou almost wishes you’d just gone for another knee-to-balls… your contented sigh hardly enough compensation for his embarrassing shout and consequent shuddering + the temperature shock and potential flash freeze death of his sperm.

—

“You’re dramatic,” you giggle, wiggling upward to meet his begrudging gaze, apologetically kissing his forehead.

“And you’re cruel,” he scowls, expression quickly breaking into an exasperated smile, because I love you, “You better sleep with one eye open!”

“Ooh is that a threat, my sleepy man?”

“YES.”

~~~

Elysium by Mars Mignon; 500; 18+NSFW, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral

“Beautiful,” Sanemi murmurs, breath warm on your inner thigh, firm arms wrapped around your legs, “So fucking stunning.”

“You know what would be even more stunning?” you hum cheerfully, fingers tangled through his hair, tugging affectionately, “Less staring, more doing.”

“Don’t fucking rush me,” he mutters, nipping lightly at your skin, smirking when you yelp, “Thought you liked me sappy and shit?”

“Yeeeah,” you huff, thighs attempting to squish him closer, eyes narrowing as he refuses to budge, not even straining, “But I prefer sappy time separate from sexy time.”

“You’re impatient,” he snorts, thumb sudden and smooth as he spreads your folds, low rumble in his chest at the sight of your body rippling, “Now let me admire your perfection in peace, fuck’s sake.”

Hoping you don’t sound too breathless, you manage to quip, “If this is your idea of admiring, then I’m five seconds away from going to the bathroom and admiring myself, alone.”

Rolling his eyes, he flicks delicately at your clit, smugness filling his stomach as you whine loudly, “You do that, and I’ll barge through the door.”

“Not the poor door,” you protest weakly, head tilting backward, pile of pillows plush beneath you, “Could you please do something.”

“Are you thirsty?” he chuckles, feathery kisses along your slit short circuiting your frustration, lips sticky as he inhales your scent, “I can get you a glass of water.”

“That’s not what I meant,” you grumble, hips bucking gently, “Could you please use your tongue to play with my clit,” tacking on gruffly, “And thank you in advance.”

Swallowing amused laughter, he acquiesces, familiar, delicious heat sliding wet and languid between your folds, your essence tart and viscous as the tip of his tongue slips teasing and coy around your clit.

“Did you forget where it is?” you snap, gasping at his immediate, scolding pinch to the crook of your knee, “I said please.”

“Say it again,” he demands, hovering over the slight swell of your clit, satisfied smile nearly touching it.

“Again?!”

“Beg.”

“Nemi,” you pout, cheeks darkening, pussy clenching at the bite in his voice, “I…” faltering as his index finger smears the slow drip of your pleasure, retort caught in your throat.

“Hm?” he prompts, fixated on the flutter of your pussy, resisting the traitorous itch to devour you whole.

“Please use your tongue to play with my clit,” you exhale shakily, legs parting wider, back arching, pretenses forgotten as desire coats your veins, “I want you, need you, to make me cum.”

The prettiest fucking cunt is his only thought as he promptly obeys, tongue sloppy and ravenous as he worships the squelching mess of your pussy, spit dribbling down to your asshole, hardly breathing as he melts into the rhythm of your moans Gonna make you cum and cum and fucking cum again, gonna break my fucking record for sure.

#milestone event #15.0 #drabble #modern au #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #gyomei x reader #obanai x reader #tanjiro x reader #mitsuri x reader #kyojuro x reader #sanemi x reader #muichiro x reader #giyuu x reader

[ticklygiggles]

Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 17 - Closet

Rengoku Kyojurou x Uzui Tengen

A/N: oh these hotties i love them. This doesn't read romantically but oh well they're boyfriends hshshshshshs

Rengoku was out of breath, but he tried not to make too much noise while breathing as he ran with light steps. He had to hide immediately, otherwise- 

He shook his head- focus! He had to find a place to hide and try to calm his breathing. Just when he thought he wouldn't find a hiding place, his eyes caught a large closet where he could fit very well if he kept his knees close to his chest. Without thinking once more, Rengoku slipped into the closet, closing the two wooden doors as best he could, and hugging his knees tightly. He felt slightly dizzy as he tried to calm himself down. 

This was a very good place, away from everything and everyone, there was no way anyone could find him in-

"There you are, Kyojurou! Gotcha you!" 

Rengoku barely managed to yelp in surprise when the closet doors suddenly opened, before having Tengen pull him out of his hiding place.

"The only one I was missing was you, Kyojurou. Now, take this!" 

Any scream of surprise got stuck in Rengoku's throat and instead, loud laughter escaped when he felt Tengen's fingers digging into his ribs, tickling him.

"GAHAHAHA! T-Tehehehengen, wahahahait!" 

Tengen laughed, "I already found everyone else, Kyojurou, I must admit that I almost gave up on finding you, but I was lucky, don't you think?"

Rengoku shook his head, throwing it back with loud laughter when Tengen's fingers sneaked under his arms. 

"NOHOHOT UHUHUNDER THEHEHERE!" 

Tengen chuckled, "oh no, who's gonna save poor Kyojurou?" 

When Tengen suggested playing hide and seek in an abandoned mansion, Rengoku didn't think he was going to be the last to be found - yet, Tengen had caught him and now he had to suffer the punishment. Well, after this, it would be his turn, so Tengen definitely had to watch his back!

#miya&mia's tickletober #Tickletober #Tickletober 2023 #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #rengoku kyojuro #uzui tengen #rengoku x tengen #ticklish!Rengoku #tickle fic #mia's things

[draxumain]

Hashiras + Extras who can't keep a secret

I feel like some of the hashiras can't keep a secret for their life especially if it was for a supprise birthday party for the reader. Some of these I have mixed feelings on so I'd love someone's input.

Not proofread to lazy.

Adults + Over 18s DNI

Mitsuri Kanroji

Would try her best for like 30 seconds the next time she sees you, when she does she gets giggly, excited and squirmish as if she's got ants in her pants before blabbing it out. Would get mega upset at herself and would profusely apologise feeling like she ruined everything.

Kyojuro Rengoku

He's struggling.

Big ol smiley face giving reader short answers and avoiding looking you in the eye or just avoiding you overall cause he knows if he talks more it would accidentally spill out. I think he'd keep it till the big day so a heavy weight will be lifted off his shoulders when the day comes.

Muichiro Tokito

I know what you're thinking "wouldn't he just forget a supprise birthday party would happen" and to that I say logically if you know how he is yes, BUT. Imagine by miracle he remembers maybe like a few seconds after he was told possibly by a Kasugai Crow or he just finished reading a letter/invite and you walk in on him, he'd forget it's supposed to be a supprise so you shouldn't know and he'd tell you.

EXTRAS

Inosuke Hashibira

See inosuke is an easy choice, the lil dude is a loud mouth he would probably announce how lucky you are that the great Lord Inosuke, God of mountains, is doing a party for you (as if he'd actually know what one is smh) But, I also feel like if someone said or more dared him to keep it whilst underestimating his power he'd keep the secret just to boast about it later to show he CAN keep one.

Tanjiro Kamado

It's Tanjiro, poor baby can't lie for his life. However in the entertainment district arc he did hide the fact he was undercover in one the houses as Sumiko Kamado but that was until he was asked about it so I feel like he could keep it unless you bring it up or if you ask if he's doing something for your birthday.

──  ﹫ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐌   ؛   𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋

#── ﹫herladysrealm #Demon slayer #kny fanfic #Tanjiro x reader #Rengoku x reader #Mitsuri x reader #Inosuke x reader #Muichiro x reader #tanjiro kamado #Kyojuro Rengoku #Mitsuri Kanroji #Inosuke Hashibira #Muichiro Tokito #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #hashira x reader #Fluff #Demon slayer fluff #Hashira x reader fluff #Demon slayer fluff fanfic #Herladyswork

[leafywhowritez]

I’m bored sooo

The reaction of hashiras when you tickle them

Giyuu💦

Yeah he’s always Giyuu after all

Although you never EVER thought that Giyuu had a chance of EVER laughing

Until one day, you get really bored and decided to tickle him

You first poked him around his waist

He began to giggle when you got near his ribs

You promised him you’ll not tell anyone (or maybe not)

Shinobu🦋

You were at the butterfly estate and you see Shinobu

You went closer to her and saw that she was in concerned mode

She began to giggle when you wiggled your fingers on her neck

She quickly dodged your fingers by moving away and giving you a smile

She’ll get you back for that though

Rengoku🔥

You know that Rengoku will definitely get you back after this, but you did a step by step plan.

You saw him sitting on the benches after training

You immediately went there and squeezed his calves and he begin to giggle and crack

Well you did remove his sandals and tickle him on his feet and he kept on laughing until you stopped

He said that he’ll get you back later

You soon begin your cat and mouse game

Muichiro🌫️

Well you had always thought of Muichiro being ticklish just because of his age

However, you are too slow to get him

Today, you were lucky enough to catch Muichiro while he was taking you to his mansion to have a sleep over

Well.. You begin your tickle attack on him scribbling all over his belly

He begin to crack and you begin to blow raspberries on him

He will always remember that moment

Mitsuri💕

You were having a sleepover with her

She begin a tickle attack on you first

Until..You decided to scratch her waist

Mitsuri begin to crack up with giggles after that

Later, you begin to blowing raspberries on her neck

She told you to stop and you stopped after a second.

Obanai🐍

He didn’t want you to tickle him

But you did it anyways

You scratched at his lower back and he begin to burst with laughter

He told you to stop later on

You told him that he should laugh more it suits him (no it suits giyuu more)

Sanemi💨

Ok you possibly never thought about Sanemi being ticklish

In fact, you were scared of him

Until Genya told you that he was ticklish and told you all his worst spotsBut when you found out he was ticklish, you begin constantly launching tickle attacks on him

Like you decided today, you gave him soft tickles on his stomach

He couldn’t resist but laugh

You switched spots every 20 seconds to troll him

He was embarrassed and told you not to tell anyone (you obviously did)

Gyomei🪨

You never decided to tickle Gyomei because you are scared of what he did to Inosuke (in season 3 he smacked Inosuke on his head)

JK I am just so lazy cuz I needa do homework 😅😅😅

#demon slayer tickling #character x reader #rengoku kyojuro #giyuu tomioka #shinobu kocho #sanemi shinazugawa #mitsuri kanroji #obanai iguro #muichiro tokito #I forgot tengen uzui but who cares he has three wives already no need for y/n #gyomei himejima

[snailor-bee]

You're the Lucky One

GN!Reader / SFW / 1.5k

Summary: Kyojuro is called to help out a fellow demon slayer on a mission. It's easy enough, but somehow you weren't quite what he was expecting. Tags: Kyojuro POV, no pronouns for reader, pre-relationship.

Song: "The Lucky One" - Alison Krauss

Branches blocked out the faint light of the stars, the leaves rustling in the breeze. The moon was absent tonight, making the forest feel that much more dark and foreboding. 

Not that that bothered Kyojuro. He stretched his senses out, bright smile trained on his face as he walked briskly down the path. 

He heard a noise before he saw anything. Kyojuro cocked his head as he turned the bend and he saw you. Ah, ha! So you were close by. 

Hurrying his steps, he was careful not to make a noise. As he got closer, the sound you were making cleared into a song. He couldn't quite make out the words but the melody was crisp and clear. Lovely, in a strange way, though why you were attracting attention in a demon-filled forest was beyond him! 

He'd been hoping to surprise you—it was important to always keep one's senses up!—but somewhere above a crow cawed and you looked over your shoulder, voice halting suddenly. The quiet seemed oppressive in the song’s absence. 

"Oh!" you said, dipping your head in a slight bow. "Rengoku-san, isn't it?" 

"Yes! I was alerted to help out a fellow demon slayer, as I was close by!" he boomed as he came up to you, his voice echoed out into the forest but he figured it didn't matter. If demons were close they would have already heard you singing. "What's your name?" 

"That's very kind of you!" you said with a smile and gave your name before you turned to continue walking. "I was just scouting the area."

Kyojuro began to walk beside you and he hummed. "Very good! I will just be here for assistance if you need it. Otherwise, I will let you take care of things!" 

Normally, lower-ranked demon slayers got nervous at that. They figured his presence meant they didn't have to do any work themselves and could instead sit back to let the Hashira handle things. Not at all what should happen! Kyojuro was adamant that experience was the best teacher. 

But you didn't falter, just nodded your assent, eyes trained on the treeline that booked the path on both sides. 

"Do you like music, Rengoku-san?" you asked suddenly. 

He blinked a few times at the question. "Well enough!" he answered quickly. 

"Do you have any favorites?"

"Not that I know of!" Unbidden, a memory of his mother singing a lullaby came to mind. Warmth filled him and he let the memory linger for just a moment before he pushed it aside.

"Would you like to hear a song that makes me think of you?" 

"Perhaps after the mission is completed!" He didn't know why you were asking such a thing, but it seemed harmless enough. 

Kyojuro sensed something from his right and was just opening his mouth to point it out to you when another bird caw had you turning sharply, eyes intent in the direction he felt a demon lurking. 

Wordlessly you stepped off the path and Kyojuro let you take the lead, ever-present smile growing. How interesting! You'd found it all on your own.

"You're the lucky one, so I've been told." Kyojuro almost jumped with surprise as your voice suddenly rang out, singing again. "As free as the wind blowing down the road." 

If it wasn't for your hand on the hilt of your sword, Kyojuro might have reprimanded you. Still, you seemed focused enough, random singing moment aside. 

You stopped in the middle of a clearing, back straight. He could sense your breathing as it weaved along with the words you sang. Interesting, he hadn't seen someone do that before. "Loved by many, hated by none... " The words drifted before all once, the sound of claws hitting steel rang out. 

The demon had lunged and you met it easily. Just as the demon was jumping back, you followed, swiftly cutting off its head. 

You didn't relax, both hands firmly grasping the hilt of your katana. Good. Kyojuro could feel several more demons rushing towards the two of you. 

"You look at the world with a smiling eye and laugh at the devil as his train goes by."  You were smiling, Kyojuro noticed with a gleam of intrigue. "Give you a song and a one-night stand and you'll be lookin' at a happy man, 'cause you're the lucky one!" At the end of the line, another demon burst out into the clearing and you rushed to meet it. 

The battle was easily won, a swarm of demons descended upon you but you handled them all with ease. They were low-level demons but apparently they had sectioned out this forest amongst themselves, as travelers frequently had to travel down its path in order to trade and barter between the towns on either side of it. 

Kyojuro only had to intervene at the end, when a demon tried to jump you from behind while you were busy beheading another. A roar of flames briefly lit up the space, bringing with it a rush of heat before they faded, leaving only the two of you standing there. 

"That was amazing, Rengoku-san!" you praised, sheathing your katana. 

"I could say the same about you!" Kyojuro returned, just as joyfully as he did the same. "You did great work!" 

You smiled back. "That means a lot, coming from a Hashira. I'm sad though!" Suddenly your expression fell and Kyojuro stared back, suddenly worried you'd gotten injured without him noticing. "I barely got to see your flames," you continued with a pout.

Kyojuro burst out into surprised laughter. "I apologize! I felt it better to eliminate the demon rather than show off." At his teasing tone, you shoved at him playfully as you walked back towards the path. 

"That's not what I meant, Rengoku-san!" 

"What did you mean then?" he asked, suddenly curious. 

You hummed, clasping your hands together. "Ah! Well. It might seem a little silly but it's like a goal of mine to be able to see all the different forms of breathing!" 

"I see!" Kyojuro burst out. "I don't think that's silly at all!" 

Giggling, you shrugged a little self-consciously. "Thank you. A lot of people think it's weird but I just think it's really cool to see the differences and how people take to the techniques. Water breathing looks like dancing, don't you think? And of course Thunder is so fast! I could barely see anything at all but the impact—" You clapped your hands together "—that sudden boom is just so electrifying, wouldn't you say?" 

"HA! I would!!" Kyojuro agreed with enthusiasm, laughing loudly at your pun. 

"And you look just like a flame!" you gushed leaning into Kyojuro's space as he smiled back. "With your hair and eyes, it's really beautiful!" 

Unbidden a flush rose to his cheeks with your easy honesty and compliment. His smile didn't waver though. "Thank you!" 

"Mmhm." 

The conversation petered out as the two of you hit the path. Kyojuro felt a bit flattered but also curious. 

"If I may ask a question?" 

"Of course," you looked up at him. 

"Why was it that you were singing before? Aren't you concerned about demons hearing it?" 

The wind whistled as it rustled your hair and clothes. "Not really," you replied. "I sing all the time. I've found demons think that it means I won't hear them coming and encourages them to charge me. It's actually worked out more in my favor because I don't have to chase after them." You tilted your head before smiling wide. "I think it's important to have any kind of joy we can in this life, you know? Singing makes me happy, so does witnessing new breathing techniques I haven't seen yet. I know these are small things but every day may be our last. I try to cling to the things that lift my spirits." 

"I see!" Kyojuro felt the tips of his fingertips tingling, excitement and joy rushing through him. "I think that's a great way to look at things and I greatly encourage you to continue doing so!" 

You thanked him and Kyojuro watched you from the corner of his eye. This was the first time he had met you but he liked your spirit immensely.

Yelling your name loudly, you jumped but dutifully turned to face him when he stopped walking. "I would love to show you the rest of my flame breathing, if you'd like!" He crossed his arms, looking above your head, not quite wanting to meet your eyes. 

Gasping loudly, you grabbed onto his arm, jumping in place with excitement. "Really?! That would be so great, Rengoku-san!" 

He nodded. "It will depend when we arrive at a Wisteria House but if neither of us are called out on a mission—"

"Then let's go at once!" you interrupted, grabbing at a wrist and tugging him down the path. "There's ten forms isn't there? Oh, I can't wait! You'll show all of them won't you?" 

Laughing, Kyojuro caught up to your pace easily and agreed readily. 

Neither mentioned how long it took for you to finally drop your grip from his wrist and Kyojuro didn't bring up the fact that the skin where you touched felt almost like it burned. 

A thought to explore later, maybe. His smile grew. 

#bee writing #bee writes #demon slayer x reader #rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kyojuro x reader #kmtvillage #i actually wrote this last week for a song that reminded me about Kyojuro and then I saw a post asking about songs and me like >:O #i just wrote something!

[shinobuscanonwife]

Hi can I’m have douma gyutaro enmu akaza and kokushibou x male bunny demon who loves cute things use cute clothes and have a bunny plushie with him all the time and his blood demon art is called bloody rabbits he can summon little monster rabbits out of his body the rabbits have huge claws and teeth who can ripped a person a part easily and the rabbits love to make they victim died slowly and painful as possible principally if they tried to hurt y/n the rabbits are friendly to demon headcanons

Spoilers for the Mugen train on Akaza's

Gyutaro

Saying he loves you is an understatement. He absolutely adores you!! He loves your blood demon art and loves watching you use it. Sometimes you use your bunnies to calm Daki down if she's upset since the bunnies are friendly with demons. Sometimes he sends Daki to go to some shops and find any cute stuff for you. He loves giving you gifts. He didn't understand why someone as cute as you loved someone like him. "I'm so lucky to have such a cute boyfriend are you sure you want to date an ugly thing like me..?"

Douma

Loves playing with the bunnies from your blood demon art. He also loves buying you a bunch of cute bunny plushies and bunny-related things. Like sometimes he comes home with around 10 plushies. "Darling I have some things for you!!!" Your cute appearance is very deceiving he doesn't think you are that strong until he sees you fighting. He's kind of relieved you're so strong because he's not always able to be there to protect you

Enmu

LOVES YOU SM. He's so fascinated by your blood demon art he loves watching you fight. He loves playing with your bunnies too. He literally thinks you are the cutest thing in existence. Like, imagine cuddling with him while your little bunnies from your blood demon art laying all around you and him. A couple are laying in between you and him. Some of them are laying on top of some are on top of him. Some of them are on the end of the bed etc.

Kokushibo

Very interested in your blood demon art. He doesn't really play or mess with the bunnies any he's just interested in seeing them fight. But he is quite an affectionate boyfriend. He loves your cute appearance and he loves how strong you are. He loves carrying you places. Like when you two are going to kill some demon slayers he just carries you the whole way. He's glad you have your bunnies to protect you. Since he's upper 1 he's a very busy demon so he can't be with you 24/7 so him knowing you have such a strong blood demon art makes him worry less.

Akaza

He loves playing with the bunnies from your blood demon art. You cannot tell me otherwise. Like, imagine lying next to him while some of the bunnies nuzzle up to both of you. He thinks you are absolutely adorable!! He loves you with all his heart you are his number one priority. You were with him at the Mugen train. You were behind the bushes with your bunnies you had summoned keeping watch for other demon slayers. You were the one who noticed the sun he told you not to move from that spot unless you saw another demon slayer but you jumped up from behind the bush. "Akaza!! The sun!! We have to go!!" as soon as he heard your words he got his hand free from Rengoku grabbed you and ran off. Your bunnies were running as fast as Akaza trying to catch up to you. That showed him how loyal these rabbits were to you.

Thank you for your request!! Have a nice day/night

Also I have a lot of requests rn so if you requested something It will probably be done by tomorrow or Thursday!

#kny x reader #kny fluff #kny headcanons #akaza x reader #akaza fluff #doma x reader #douma fluff #kokushibo x reader #gyutaro x reader #enmu x reader