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Cherry Blossom Naps 🌸 Tomioka Giyū x Reader

Pairing: Tomioka Giyū x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 1 626 Summary: after a a night of fighting demons, you and Tomioka find shelter

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Freezing cold rain dripped into your face, feeling like a thousand needles pricking your skin and blurring your vision. Your clothes were drenched, not just from the cold spring rain, but also sweat from the battle you had fought in the night. Now, through thick covers of rain heavy clouds, the sky began brightening, announcing the sunrise to not be long away.

"Over here!"

Your companion's voice carried over the drumming rain, and lifting your gaze, you found Tomioka heading straight to what looked like an abandoned shed. Well, less a shed than a roof held up by four wooden beams, but considering it was only raining and not storming, it should be enough for now. A sigh of relief brushed past your lips at the prospect of shelter, and quickly you hurried after the fellow demon slayer.

By the time you stepped underneath the roof, he had already thrown off his haori and crouched down beside an old fireplace in the middle of the area.

"The wood's dry," he mumbled, his voice filled with silent surprise. Indeed, the shelter seemed in surprisingly good shape. The roof wasn’t leaking and a stack of wood close to the fireplace seemed old but completely untouched by the weather.

Walking past the fireplace, you glanced out from underneath the roof at the other side. Before you opened a small garden, a stretch of grass, sprinkled with blooming cherry trees. Their blossoms seemed to glow in the twilight of the approaching morning, the rain glittering on their leaves like stars.

"What's wrong?" Tomioka had noticed you freezing at the edge of the small room, and alarmed, he quickly came up behind you, his hand already on the handle of his katana.

"It's beautiful," you breathed, momentarily even forgetting how cold you were.

Tomioka only hummed in agreement before turning back around, slightly annoyed to have been disturbed by such an unimportant thing as trees.

"Let's get a fire going," he mumbled instead, leaving you standing. You watched the rain tear at the petals another few moments before you pulled away from the sight and helped Tomioka with the fire.

It didn’t take you long to get the fire to a good size, not so big as that it would eat up unnecessarily big amounts of wood, but still big enough to warm you up and dry your haoris, which you had hung up on long sticks by the fire.

You had sat down a while ago, a safe distance away from Tomioka, your eyes fixed on the cherry trees in the rain, while you let your mind wander. It had not been the first time that you had been sent out on a mission with him, but somehow it felt as if your relationship was shifting with each time you met. It would have been a lie to claim you were not curious about the quiet Demon Slayer… although curious might be a strange word to use. Interested in him? Maybe… attracted even?

You shook your head slightly, watching as the pouring rain turned into a slight drizzle. It was foolish to think about him this way. Not only because he was a demon slayer and he faced death in the form of sharp demon teeth and long claws each night. Tomioka was one of the most skilled demon slayers you knew. You didn’t doubt he would survive for a long time. It was more because, well, because he was Tomioka. You had never met anyone else who was as quiet and grumpy as him. Holding conversations with him was hard since he hardly talked more than one or two sentences in one go. But the few times when he had, your conversations had stretched several hours, making you admire the young man even more than before. While his quietness caused other demon slayers to make fun of him and even mock him, you had been lucky to have gotten more insight into his character by now, understanding that inside he was angry and sad at and about the world. You wished you could help him, make him feel better somehow, but unless he let you in, which he hardly ever did, there was only so much you could do. And if he didn’t want to let you in, how was there ever to be a relationship other than that of work colleagues between you?

A tickling at the side of your face alarmed you to the fact that someone – Tomioka – was staring at you. Resisting the urge to turn to him, you kept your eyes focused on the trees. The clouds were still not finished with the downpour, although they had reduced it to a fine spray of morning rain, and a soft breeze had picked up, breaking them apart so the first beams of light could flicker through. It bounced off the rain drops on the pink petals of the cherry blossoms, looking like a thousand crystals glimmering in the light. You smiled at the sight, continuing to ignore Tomioka’s insistent staring. If each night fighting gruesome demons could end in a peaceful scenery like the one before you now… you certainly wouldn’t complain.

The fire flickered a little, and at your side Tomioka moved to grab his haori before he added more wood to the fire, making it lick up higher into the air as you continued watching the garden. The spray of rain continued, but the ground seemed to warm up, as soft white fog began lifting off the grass blades. It wasn’t hard to imagine a wood god, or a tree spirit to walk through the thin fog now, their paws glimmering with raindrops but still leaving no traces in the grass.

You startled as suddenly something touched your shoulder. Irritated you looked up to find Tomioka had grabbed your sleeve softly between his thumb and index finger. When your eyes met his ocean blue ones, he gently tucked at the fabric, making you furrow your brows. It was careful motion, as he tucked again, no force put into it, rather an invitation. Following it, you scooted a little closer to him, and closer again, when he kept tucking, until you were sitting side by side with him, close enough for your legs to touch.

Wordlessly he wrapped his haori first over your shoulders, then over his, the fabric barely big enough for both of you to fit. It had already dried next to the fire and only when you had sat for a few minutes, uncertain what to make of that sudden display of intimacy, you realized how cold you had gotten from the rain, and how nice the haori warmed you. But what was even warmer than the Haori, was Tomioka by your side. He felt almost like a living furnace as he sat still, almost stiffly by your side. You wanted to look over to him, wanted to see his expression, but something stopped you. Instead, you looked out over the garden again, trying to commit the sight of the beautiful blooming trees to your memory.

You were not sure when it had happened, but you startled when you felt your head lull to the side. Had you dozed off? Taking a deep breath, you were trying to sit up straight again, when suddenly Tomioka reached his hand up, gently guiding your head to rest against his shoulder, where you almost would have rested it before waking up again.

“You need to rest,” he whispered, his voice sounding deep and soothing from where it rumbled in his chest. “Sleep a little.”

You let him pull your head against his shoulder, feeling the stubborn hair of his tickle your face, which refused to be bound back by his hairband. Reaching up you brushed it aside enough to not be disturbed by it anymore before closing your eyes again. You had always struggled falling asleep in the company of other slayers, but something about Tomioka made it almost too easy to doze off. Maybe because you trusted him. You had almost fallen asleep again when a sudden thought stirred you back awake.

“Tomioka?”

He hummed to signal you that he was listening.

“Why are you doing this?”

He was quiet for a moment, hesitating to answer as if he were scared to get reprimanded, but then he said: “Because I’m not good with words. And I don’t know how else to show I care about you.”

Not opening your eyes, you furrowed your brows. “Why would you care about me?”

“’cause I like you. I hope that’s okay.”

His words didn’t fully process in your sleepy mind. Or maybe they did, they just didn’t trigger the same excited reaction they would have triggered had you been fully awake.

“Hm,” you hummed in response, “I like you too.”

And before Giyū could sort his thoughts out to answer to that sudden confession, your breaths were evening out and you had fallen asleep.

Giyū carefully turned his head, stealing a glance at your face and tucked his haori in place over your shoulders before he carefully rested his cheek against your hair. So you liked him too, huh? It felt like this was the first good news in a long time. It also meant you’d have to talk about this in more detail as soon as both of you were awake enough to do so. Maybe he’d finally find a way to convey his feelings to you then, like he had wanted to do for so long already. Giyū suppressed a yawn, and smiled to himself, taking a last glance at the cherry blossoms in the garden before he too closed his eyes and fell asleep to the feeling of you safely resting on his shoulder.

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⚠️DARK FIC WARNING⚠️

When A Stranger Knocks At Your Door… (MDNI +18)

“Doctor”Emnu x Virgin!NurseNun!Reader

Summary: It’s the night of halloween in your little town and everyone is aware of the rule to stay indoors during demon hours. But when a mysterious doctor arrives to your nunnery looking to assist you with the ill patients, how could you possibly refuse?

DISCLAIMER: THE IMAGES HERE ARE NOT MINE! I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES AND IF YOU KNOW THE ARTIST PLS PROVIDE TO ME SO I CAN CREDIT. credits: (above) bottom left image, (below first within story) image

Word Count: 8.0k+

A/N: this is a work of fiction and purely fantasy. real non con is absolutely pure evil. Anyway, i think Enmu is pretty and so underrated. I wish he had more screen time. Ah well, I love writing for underrated characters so here it is. This is a PWP fic with a twist and it will be based in a made up modern town named Wakimashi where it is multiracial with mostly Japanese cultural influence to somewhat remain true to the lore. Some lines for Enmu come directly from the show with some renditions. The images i use are a mix of screen caps from the show and artwork created by some really talented artists who’s work motivated me into creating this. I had some images to pair with the story but tumblr wont show my story in the tags so i guess i’ll make a separate posts with the lines in the story along with the images. I love the dynamic of demon x religious!reader so i did it here. It’s loosely based knowledge on nurse nuns. Please enjoy and thank you for reading!

TW Warnings/Tags: NON CON, DUB CON, violence, blasphemy, some hinted!Rengoku x Reader, religious imagery and undertones, Master kink, reader is called ‘pet’, mentions of murders and death, graphic language, blood kink, blood drinking, somnophilia, (dream) self harm, loss of virginity, tentacle sex, face fucking, oral (m & f receiving), dacryphilia, p in v (unprotected), anal play/anal sex, scratching, biting, creampie, cumflation, hairpulling, sub/dom dynamics, delayed orgasm/orgasm denial, squirting, nipple play, enmu’s BIG dick, monsterfucking, yandere!enmu, enmu’s hand, sex positions (the lazy doggystyle, spooning position, riding), somewhat fluffy towards the end, dilemma/cliffhanger ending

Halloween, it was once called. A holiday all in good fun. Back then, no one felt the need to worry in a town where everyone knows everyone.

But things have since changed.

One night, some years ago, completely changed the meaning of this holiday for future generations to come when a mass of demons passing themselves as humans in costumes would then massacre a total of 50 townsfolk in just under an hour. The only reason there had not been more victims was because an emergency alarm sounded all over town.

The day is now known as “The Devil’s Purge” stemming from the idea that the town of Wakimashi is cursed by God or the Devil himself.

Whenever the fateful night arrives, police stations and hospitals would shut down and people would be encouraged to stay home.

Yet as a nurse, you couldn’t bring yourself to abide by those standards. Especially when there are people out there with no homes and or people in dire need of first aid. So every year, the nunnery where you reside secretly opens to the residents during these times. Food and shelter are provided to anyone who hears of the shelter discreetly through word of mouth since the authorities would shut it down if exposed.

The nunnery would work with the Hashiras, providing first aid in exchange for protection and other assistance.

This year, however, the police were adamant on people staying indoors. So with the prospective thought that the nunnery wouldn’t be expecting many patients or people seeking shelter for the night, a majority of your fellow Sisters decided to board the Mugen Train this morning to do some charity work out of town only leaving you and 1 sister to tend to the 14 refugees.

A certain blonde-headed Hashira with red flamed tips greets you at the door. His smile is big and bright as always, something you’ve always admired about him. Despite facing gruesome situations, the man remained positive. “Y/n! Happy Devil’s Purge! Are you well and prepared?”

“I’m very much so, Mr.Rengoku. I’ve prepared as much as I could. I was just in the process of shutting all the windows in the home.”

“Will you be needing my services for tonight? I can check around the property for you before I go. Or if you’d like I can send a friend of mine over here for your protection. Wouldn’t want you to be all alone in here.”

“No, no. I’ll be okay. Sister Agatha is here as well.”

“Word of advice, do not answer the door for anyone after 6 pm. You are aware that once the sun goes down, the night belongs to them.”

“Then maybe you should stay,” You blurt out, slightly blushing and embarrassed. “I don’t mean to frighten you. But…I experienced a terrible nightmare the night before. I have a scary feeling that there is a reason why the authorities are enforcing stricter lockdowns. It’s as if they’re aware of what the demons plan to do.”

“I’ve got that same feeling.” He says solemnly.

“Please stay,” You take his hands in yours, seeing him blink in surprise at your bold contact. You quickly attempt to pull them away but he holds them in place. Exhaling, you continue to plead. “I get the worrying feeling that…I won’t get to see you again. You don’t have to slay demons all night, every night. Especially not on a day like this. Please…Kyojuro.”

You really worry for him. He is the only man who you have ever known this close in familiarity as the life path you lead expresses limited contact with those of the opposite sex.

Rengoku squeezes your hand. “I can’t stay,” He whispers, leaning in enough for you to feel his breath tickling your nose. “I wish I could. But I’ve made a promise to someone in my life that I will use my strength to protect those that need to be protected. I promise I’ll be fine. So don’t you worry. We’ll meet again. Okay?”

You stare up into his eyes, nodding. “Okay.”

The two of you part and Rengoku gains his happy-go-lucky composure. “I’ve come bearing gifts before I depart,” He whistles and a young boy enters with heavy baggage. “You can set those in the kitchen, friend.”

“What’s that?” You question.

“Bentos! I purchased them from a kind older woman and her granddaughter. You have plenty in case you experience a surplus of residents before sundown.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Rengoku!” You beam.

“Please, you know to call me Kyojuro. And I’d do anything for you, Y/n.” He quickly catches himself, blushing and rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I should be heading off now. My colleague and I will be boarding the Mugen Train.”

“Is it still in service? I was told that my sisters would be boarding the last train.”

“Yes, the train’s been delayed for hours but it seems that it’s running up again. I’ll be on a train with your sisters and protect them to the best of my abilities. I’m sure there will be some demon activity during the ride so it’s good to be one step ahead of them.” He says in a boisterous, rich tone.

“I will keep you in prayer.” You smile.

“Thank you. Well, off we go then! Enjoy the Bentos! They’re delicious!” He grins, waving out. The young Hashira bows his exit then soon follows after.

Locking the door behind you and adding the chain, you continued your preparation shutting the blinds and lighting the various candles throughout the home. You made a note to yourself that once you tended to the residents, that you would go into prayer to calm your nerves.

You spot Sister Nurse, Agatha, fixing some tea and cookies on a tray in the kitchen and you quickly go in to assist.

“The guests will love your cookies, Sister. They’ve always been a fan of your baking. I am, too, of course,” You smile.

“Would you like one? They’re fresh out of the oven.” She says excitedly, handing you a chocolate chip cookie.

You take a bite, moaning at the gooey softness of the confectionery. “Perfect as always. You’ve got to give that recipe,” You noticed her carrying trays on either hand, rushing over to take one. “I’ll carry the tea tray. It looks much too heavy for you to carry this all on your own.”

“Thank you, dear Sister,” She smiles. The two of you silently head up the stairs until she breaks into the empty air. “By the way, you and Rengoku have been spending an awfully close amount of time together…has anything become of it?”

You gasp at her, nearly dropping the tray. “Certainly not, Sister. Whatever you insinuate, I want to clarify that Rengoku is a man of honor as I am a woman of Mother Mary’s holy ward. I shall remain true to my vows of purity.”

“That’s what I was worried you’d say.” She mutters to herself almost as if she’s pitying you.

“Whatever do you mean, Sister?”

“It is nothing, Sister Y/n.”

“Are you saying that you are not…a virgin?” You whisper the last part like a bad word.

“I am a born again virgin. That counts where it matters.” She says, turning up her nose.

“Why, of course. My intentions are never to judge you. I’m simply curious as you are about my status. H-have there been rumors spreading about Rengoku and I? Do the other sisters know of this?”

The two of you reach the large room for the residents. “Nevermind that now, dear Sister. We wouldn’t want our guests to hear you speak such crass things. You take one side of the room, and I, the other.”

You offer the treats, carefully adjust pillows, and give a small blessing prayer to each guest. “Shall I lead tonight's prayer, Sister Agatha?” You question.

Then, you hear a knock on the door downstairs, you, glancing at the sky through the bedroom window. It’s sundown.

“I will lead the prayer, Sister,” Agatha says. “You can go on downstairs and greet the guest in need.”

“B-but Rengoku…he said I shouldn’t answer after sundown.”

“This isn’t our first year doing this, Sister. There’s no need to be afraid. What are the odds of coming in contact with a demon here? I’ve created a ring of salt on our porch for protection. There’s no possible way a demon could set foot past it. Go on, dear child. You don’t want to keep them waiting in the dark.”

“Yes, Sister,” You bow your head before rushing down the stairs. There is another knock again as you take cautious steps towards the door. Unlocking it, you leave the chain on and open it just enough for you to peer through the small crack. “Good evening.”

“Good evening, Sister,” A man says in a syrupy smooth voice that could melt butter. “I am Dr. Enmu. A sister of yours spoke with me earlier on my way home about needing my services here. I believe you possess some sickly patients. I can assure you I’ll do all I can to help them.”

There’s a presence about him that shakes you to the core. Could he be a demon? You’ve never actually seen a demon in person but you were given details from those who’ve encountered them. He’s a little pale, sure, but he seemed human. He’s eerily beautiful as well which didn’t help his case in terms separating him from the otherworldliness.

He has the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen, his black hair was shoulder length aside from the two hanging strips that go past it, and his face was so prettily structured that his beauty was comparable to that of a woman. He looked the part of a doctor, too. A white coat, stethoscope, dress pants and all.

But there was just something about him. This whole situation is suspicious.

“I apologize…but I—“

“Sister Y/n,” Agatha scowls as she approaches you. “I asked for this man to join us this evening. He is a fine doctor and willing to provide his services with no charge. Now, would you please let him in? The storm could be approaching any minute.”

“My apologies.” You say, giving in and stepping aside to let him through.

Maybe if he were a demon, he would have attacked by now. But this man was calm, a small smile never leaving his face. And he didn’t have those distinct markings that the demons usually are said to bear.

“I’m so sorry Dr. Enmu. It appears my dear Sister here is not of sound mind tonight.” She turns her attention to you.

“It is fine, Sister Agatha,” The man says. “Please do not be so hard on the poor girl. She is just being cautious. As we should, in times like these.”

You’re left surprised in his defense of you. There’s clear amusement in the way he looks at you. Like you were some prized collectible item.

“Sister Y/n, I’ll be showing the doctor to our patients.“Why don’t you stay down here and get a quick moment’s rest. I’ll be right with you.” Agatha says to you then turns her attention to the man. “Follow me right this way, Doctor.”

Enmu looks at you one last time and you swear you saw a sinister spark in his eyes before the ascent upstairs. You tremble, wanting to shake this darkened feeling. Getting onto your knees on the carpeted living room floor, you clasp your hands together and pray. “O, Mother. I pray to thee today for your guidance and protection. The enemy is at work and—“

Another knock at the door. You don’t think you could handle another strange encounter. But this was your duty and no matter how hard your heart pounds, you needed to bring yourself out of shock to help others. You pull the door open, revealing a rain-drenched Rengoku.

“Kyojuro…what are you doing here? What happened to boarding the train?”

“I just had to see you once more. Ever since you told me that you were worried you might not see me again…it stuck with me,” His hand cups your cheek. “I want us to be together and safe.”

“R-really? But people are talking about us in town.”

“It doesn’t matter,” He smiles. “I just want you.”

He pulls you into a hug and, at first, you were shocked but you soon melt into his embrace.

“But what about my vows? Your duties? It simply would not allow us to be together.” You whisper.

He lifts your chin. “We can be together as long as we relinquish those parts of us. We could leave town and find our new home.”

You look up at him confused. Earlier, Rengoku stated he made a promise to someone he deeply cared for about protecting others as a Hashira. This is so opposite of him. “Y-you’re cold. Um, would you like some tea? We also have cookies and bentos in abundance.”

“Sounds great!”

The two of you head into the kitchen where you set two tea cups for the two of you. You pour his fill then your own, trying to breath and calm your nerves.

The two of you clasp your hands in prayer and simultaneously bless the food. “Thank you for the meal.”

You raise the teacup to your lips, spotting a reflection of yourself distressed and screaming underwater. Everything clicks.

This isn’t your reality.

In a state of shock, the tea cup slips from your fingers and the glass shatters to the ground. Dream Rengoku raises his eyes from the meal to you.

“Everything alright, Y/n?”

You hyperventilate, smacking your head on each side. “Wake up! Wake up!”

“Y/n, what are you doing?!” Dream Rengoku yells in concern.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to drown out your surroundings. “Wake up!”

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In real time, your body is in a sitting position on the living room couch. Everyone in the home was now currently under a deep sleep. All except Sister Agatha who now crawled and begged on her knees, pleading for mercy from the demon.

She whimpers, tears flowing down her cheeks and her face lying down on the ground in submission. “I have fed everyone the cookies baked in your blood. And the Virgin girl is still pure. The Hashira has not bedded her. I’ve confirmed. There are no signs of corruption. Please…I’ve done all you’ve asked of me. I just want to see my baby girl again. I want to hold her in my arms. Please….”

“Certainly,” Enmu smiles, crouching over her bowing frame. “You’ve done a fine job. Now sleep forever and dream of a life with your newborn child.”

Sister Agatha collapses going into a deep slumber. Enmu could just chuckle with joy. This was a lot easier than he expected. But he doesn’t expect much from humans. To him, they are all so pitiful.

Tonight Enmu plans to devour every single human in the home. Although he wishes for a taste of you, he knows he’d be better rewarded if you were given to Muzan instead. He longed to impress his master in hopes of receiving more blood and becoming stronger. Then he’d get to terrorize even more humans.

He looks down at you. You look like a sleeping beauty incarnate. It wouldn’t hurt if he played with you just a little.

Lowering himself in front of you, he circles a sharp nail around your aroused bud, poking through your thin collared top. He twists and rolls it, watching your lips part as you mumble something again and again.

He kisses your neck, feeling your heart beating in it and he all but claims you there. Remembering that his mission was to gift you to Master Munzan, he quickly lurches away from you and presses down on his growing member.

Enmu retreats upstairs to his potential victims. He’ll be dining well tonight.

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You rack your head over and over. Dream Rengoku tackles you to the ground, pinning your hands to your chest. “What is wrong with you, Y/n?”

You needed a way out but Dream Rengoku was just as strong. There was no way you could free yourself. Then, you notice the giant glass shards from the tea cup you dropped previously beside your neck.

Were you really going to go through something so dangerously foolish? Well, it is like you had a choice.

You look up at the man above you who seemed genuinely concerned. It felt so real and you could easily get lost in this mimicry.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper before grazing your neck against the sharp edges. It cuts deep, severing an artery. He watches in horror as you begin to choke on your blood and eventually succumb to the wound.

Everything fades to black.

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You gasp loudly, eyes shot open as you frantically grip at your neck and check your surroundings. You can hear the roaring of the storm outside. The setting around you no longer had the dreamy filter lenses over your eyes. Everything was cold and gloomy.

This is reality.

Standing on your feet slowly, you spot a body on the floor, nearly screaming until you slap a hand over your mouth. The demon couldn’t know you’re awake just yet. Inspecting the body, you recognized it to be your sister who’d also been slumbering away. Trying to shove her awake, you recognized that she wouldn’t budge awake this way, too far gone.

Searching for a knife in the kitchen to equip yourself, you go up the stairs. Trying to go up as quietly as possible, you remove your shoes and your nylon-covered feet muffles the creaking against the floorboards.

When you reach the top of the stairs, you notice the door to the patients’ room opened half-way. Mustering up the courage, you jump in with your knife raised only to be met with the horror before you. He was drinking the blood of one victim’s arm, straddling their body as they began to turn pale but they’re too deep in their sleep to sense any danger.

You can see that some patrons were still alive, cringing and tossing as if they’re experiencing the worst of nightmares.

You drop the knife, mouth agape as you back away. Enmu hears this, turning to you. He was in full demon form. Greenish-yellow markings lined down his cheeks, veins protruding through his near translucent skin, the lower rank one eye, as well as the black hair highlighted with red and blue tips.

“What’s this? You’re awake?” He asks, baffled but impressed. “Did I not give you a dream tailored to your desires?”

He stalks towards you and you begin to feel for the door. “W-why?”

“That look of anguish and horror on your face is exquisite,” He moans. ��Maybe I do prefer that you’re awake for this. I’d love to dine on your fears.”

You let out a shuddery breath, squeezing your eyes like somehow it would rid you of him in your presence.“Mother Mary, if you hear my prayer like you’ve done before. I ask for your protection,” You gasp through tears. “Protect us, dear mother. For there is a demon before me who wishes to take the souls of your people.”

You’re just so intriguing to him that he simply lets you continue in your prayer. Most humans would run by this point but you were standing your ground, praying to a being that would not answer you.

“This being that you pray to…are they all knowing?” He covers a fist over his mouth to stifle his laughter. “Could they tell you of all the things I plan to do to you?”

“I’m not afraid.” You hiss.

“Oh, is that so? The sound of your heart pounding in your chest says otherwise.”

“I am divinely protected. Mother Mary has saved me from your magic and she will save me again. I have nothing to fear. But you do. Free everyone from the spell or you will be facing God’s wrath.”

“But why would I free them…when they are right where they want to be. Everyone wants sweet dreams, my dear pet. Your sister practically sold you to me with no resistance just for a glimpse of a good life.”

You shake your head. “I don’t believe you.”

“How do you think you ended up asleep in the first place? Those cookies weren’t just made out of bitter truths. You humans are so easily swayed by your desires. I recognized this truth when I practiced as a doctor many years ago. Humans don't care for truths. They want to hear things that will make them happy. Blissfully unaware. I’ve had chronically ill patients believing they’ll heal from their ailments. I'd encourage them that they’re cured of their illness even though it was all lies.”

“How could you do something like that?”

“Because believing in fantasy is more powerful and so exciting that it’s easy to see it as reality. They may have died thinking they were healed but they died happily! I give hope as quickly as I can take it away,” He walks over to the bedside of one patient. “This man wishes that he married the one who got away instead of who he’s married to currently. And that woman wants to be young and beautiful again. All of these people, in this room and out, have their own dreams. Dreams that can reveal all your hopes and your fears. It is the central core of all humans. And now I’ve been gifted a power bestowed upon me by my Master to manipulate those cores as I please. To have the delight of watching people as they dream peacefully before their minds shatter into the descent of darkness…it’s like a sweet nectar to me.” He in a dreamy tone, his cheeks a crimson shade of blush.

Your breathing quickens as his tongue circles around his lips to collect the blood on them. “That look of pure agony and anguish on one’s face whenever there’s that sense of danger they have no way of escaping…mmm. It’s like that look on your face now,” He’s closer than ever but as much as your body tells you to run, you knew that his inhuman speed would only give him the advantage. He presses himself against your body. “You excite me, my dear.”

You try to push him, only for him to pin your hands above your head. “Let me go.” You bite.

“Why should I? Hmm? You’ve interrupted my meal,” His teasing, soft voice morphs into a dark growl. “I should punish you for that.”

You feel an unmistakable hardness against your tummy. Your fears aroused him. Enmu could smell it on you the second he arrived. He’d left his mission for the Mugen Train figuring you were a much better catch. Indeed, you were. So much so that Enmu wanted to taste you. The pure blood of a young virgin nun. He wishes he could corrupt you for himself. Make you belong to him instead.

He brings his lips to your tear-stained cheeks, ghosting them over your skin before flicking a tongue up to lick away the salty liquid. Even your tears taste incredible!

You cringe, the scent of blood wafts your nose as he licks away. Then, he suddenly pulls back to stare angrily at you.

“Do you desire that fool?”

You stare up in confusion. “Who?”

“That Hashira,” He spits out as if it were a slur. “Is he who you wish to deflower you?”

“I would never—.”

“Liar,” Enmu hisses. “If he was not who you desired, then you wouldn’t have dreamt of him.” He pinches either side of your cheeks with his thumb and index, forcing you to purse your lips.

He continues in an increasingly dark tone.“I should be the one you lust for. I am the one who could give you all that you ever need,” He’s once again playful in his tone. “If only you’d let the dream continue a little longer, you would’ve gotten to the best part. The part where I force him to watch you take every inch of me. Your poor virgin cunt wouldn’t be able to handle it. He’d watch you stretch and bleed around me. And you’d scream and beg. Both of you, helpless because there’s nothing either of you could do to stop it. Then, I’d kill him and fuck you against his lifeless corpse.”

“No.” You whimper, weakly.

He buries his face in your neck, nuzzling his nose against the thickest vein in your neck. “You don’t have to keep up this charade of yours, Y/n. I know your body. I hear it calling. Every part of you beats for me: from the veins in your neck, the heart in your chest, to the pearl between your legs.” He attempts to cup your pussy but you clamp your thighs together.

“Don’t touch me!”

A red, fleshy entity curls itself around your neck. You begin to claw at, gasping for air. “I can touch you as I please. You’re my pet after all. I tend to make good use of you,” Feeling like you’d had enough, he loosens the grip around your neck. “Would you like to try this again?”

He scans your face and you look at him with fury in your eyes but remain still for him to proceed. His hand cups your pussy and you’re embarrassed to realize that you’re drenched. “I like these games you play, my pet; pretending as if you don’t wish me to be inside you right here, right now. In fact, should I provide you evidence?” A tentacle lift your long white skirt out of the way. Pushing past your pantyhose and panties, his thick fingers rests below your sopping folds. He runs two fingers through them until he makes it to your sticky little nub, tapping on it repeatedly. You bite your lip, feeling your knees buckle under you.

“Just as I thought,” Enmu removes his black polished hands from you, revealing their glistening wet state. You felt humiliated! He hadn’t even gone inside you yet and you’re s puddle. “Your reward, my dear pet.”

He shoves his fingers into your mouth and down your throat, making you gag around them. “Better get used to that. You’ll be taking something a lot bigger. Very soon.” He giggles softly.

Enmu grips the back of your head, forcing you down on his fingers over and over. You were drooling all over yourself, eyes watering from your gag reflex being triggered over and over.

He yanks your mouth away and you end up coughing, slobbering all over your chin as you catch your breath. “Forgive me Father God and Mother Mary,” You whine just before he slams his lips onto yours. His tongue was rather explorative as he swirled it around your mouth. The taste of salty blood on his tongue and lips were enough to make you scream.

You feel his knee apply pressure to your core as he deepens the kiss. Enmu expects you to grind yourself against him which you were adamant on not doing so. He breaks the kiss, a thick line of saliva and blood on your lips. You pray, quietly, against his lips. “Forgive me, Mother Mary, Father God.”

Again, a kiss. And you felt your resistance weaken. “Forgive me…”

Another kiss but this time he pulls away prematurely and you find yourself being the one to lean in, searching for his lips.

“Eager little thing, aren’t we?” He teases, nose rubbing against your own. “Would you like to go further?”

“N-no. I want to keep my vows, my virginity.”

“You and I both know that isn’t going to happen tonight,” He tilts your chin up. “You’ll give yourself to me no matter what your head tells you because your body knows what it craves. Look.” He brings your attention between your bodies, your hips were mindlessly rolling into his for any form of friction.

“I can give you inexplicable pleasure or speechless pain and you’d take it all like the obedient pet you are.” He smirks, pinching your cheeks. The red flesh-like tentacles slither up and coil themselves around your body and between your inner thigh until you feel the pressure of it against your clothed core.

Your eyes look up at him, pleading. “No! It’ll hurt.”

“Don’t fight it or it won’t go in easily,” He cups one breast, kneading it through your shirt while kissing your shoulder. “Your screams are what I sought after anyway. So if you wish to please me, I want to hear you.”

Enmu tears your lacy underwear from your body as if it were made of paper. Your skirt is lifted out of the way once again as the tentacle attempts to squirm its way inside you.

“Please…” You whine and thrash, feeling it trying to force itself in.

“Oh pooh,” He pouts. “I’m not breaking through. You’re simply much too tight. I just might tear you apart if I push any further. We wouldn’t want that, would we? We’ll just have to get you worked up until you're ready.”

You’re forced onto your knees, face inches away from his cock which dares to burst from his pinstriped pants. He frantically makes work of the buckles on them, wanting to feel your frightened little throat close around him.

Enmu frees his freakishly large and veiny member and it springs forward colliding on top of your face. You’d never seen a penis before but you’ve heard stories of women expressing how unappealing most looked.

Enmu’s cock was furthest from that description. Despite being pale, it was girthy and long in length with a bubblegum pink bulbous tip. The thick veins that show through them were enough to make your mouth water for a reason you weren’t sure why.

“That’s going i-inside me?”

“Precisely. But for now, we’ll make use of your pretty mouth. Stick out your tongue,” He orders. You shyly stick out a quarter of it and he huffs. Pinching the tip of your tongue between his fingers, he tugs on it to bring it out further. “There you go.” He smiles.

Tapping the heavy length on your tongue, the tip leaks with his essence and you catch the sticky liquid on your tongue. The taste of him is addicting. He rocks his hips, letting himself slide back and forth on your wet appendage before shoving himself deep into your throat without warning. You gag around him, hands on his thighs to push him off. But the tentacles that kept you pinned down along with his grip in your hair makes you swallow him down and adapt to breathing around the huge length.

The horror of it all was how much you were beginning to enjoy it. The feelings of lust he’s brought upon you are more intense than the guilt you felt. You were sure your juices were currently gushing out of you onto the wooden board.

You should feel terrible that you were doing this in a room of people who came seeking your help from the very being that claims your body and soon virginity tonight. Yet, you suck him earnestly, bobbing your head up and down as you feel your restraint and sanity continue to slip away.

“That’s a good girl,” Enmu moans, petting your head. He also notices your change in behavior. He was right all along. You would eventually give yourself to him and sadly it didn’t take long. “You look like a dream. I could get used to you like this before me.”

One of your hands leaves his thigh to slide between your legs, playing with yourself as you moan around him. The vibrations cause him to whine out.

“For servant of Catholic scripture, you’ve got quite a sinful mouth. Am I turning you into a sexual deviant?” He gets his answer when you wrap a soft hand around his base, stroking him firmly while you continue to swirl your tongue around the tip. You kept your eyes on his bright blue ones the entire time; watching as they would flutter, widen, or bore intensely into yours.

He throws his head back relishing in the way your mouth wants to savor his taste. The blush on his face creeps up and his mouth drops open as he begins to salivate in a state of bliss.

“Master?” You say, ceasing all actions and looking up at him.

His eyes snap to yours, brain short-circuiting for a moment. To think of himself as a master. Like Muzan. It was a tempting fantasy, to say the least. He already has such an obedient pet who’ll serve his needs. “Y-you mean me?”

“Yes, master,” You notice his surprise at your sudden submission, smirking to yourself as you give his tip a kitten lick. “Could you please come in my mouth? I want to taste more of it.”

“How would you like it?” He says, thumb caressing your cheek.

“Fuck my mouth. Please.” You beg, your mouth back around him.

“Such dirty words for a good girl. But I’ll give you what you need,” He growls, fingers gripping the strands of your hair to force you down on him. The sounds of your gagging echo in the room and tears begin to stream down your face. A tentacle presses against your throat, applying pressure to the print of his cock in your throat; feeding then unsheathing over and over.

“Are you ready to receive another reward, my pet?” You stare up at him with starry eyes as an answer. He moans, high-pitched and shaky as you suckle hard to drink him dry. “Oh my, I’m coming!” You dig your nails into his thigh as he does so. He shoots his warm cum into your mouth and you’re swallowing him down joyously.

He cups your face to remove your mouth, lines of saliva break off from his semi-erect cock. You hold out your tongue showing him that you’ve swallowed it all. He smiles down at you through hooded eyes, baring his sharpened teeth. Under the moonlight, shining through the window, Enmu looks absolutely ethereal. Almost God-like himself.

“You’re beautiful.” You whisper to him.

He chuckles. “I can say the same for you, little one. I’m enamored to say the least.”

You kiss his hand, nuzzling your face against it. “I desire you.”

You felt something wet brush your cheek, jolting you enough to inspect his hand which had a sentient mouth. He smirks down at you. “He likes you.”

You place a kiss on its lips lifting your shining eyes to the demon before you. “I desire every part of you.”

He lowers himself to lift you in his arms, carrying you to an empty bed in the room. Once he lays you down so that you’re seated at the edge of the bed, he gets on his knees in front of you. Enmu begins to remove your nylon stockings and skirt and you make haste with your top and bra.

You're fully naked before him and he feasts his eyes all over you. Glistening wet pussy and hardened nipples, you’re like a 5-star meal and he’s a man starved. He groans, hands sliding down your body from your neck to the valley between your breasts then to your mound.

You’re hairy, having never needed to shave because of your faith. Enmu doesn’t mind this. In fact, it turns him on so much more.

He grips the hairs on your mound, pulling them upward to open you up more and expose your swollen clitoris. He just stares at you gushing more of your juices out of you, doing nothing to relieve the ache you felt. You whine, rolling your hips for him to do something.

His free hand comes up to pinch the sensitive nub eliciting a yelp from you. “It’s better than a dream.” He sighs.

He wastes no time, burying his head between your legs. His moans are desperate against your quivering core. His sweet, seductive voice is already enough to make you wet, now added with whininess and you’re flooding tongue.

You tug at his dark hair, grinding yourself against his face. He alternates between sucking and nipping your core with his sharp teeth, looking up at you with those big bright eyes.

“Thank you, master. You make me feel so good,” You mewl. He brings his mouth up to yours, allowing you to taste yourself. You feel yourself already accustomed to the taste of blood, your tongue running along his fangs.

Circling his longest finger around your tight entrance, he forces it causing you to gasp into his mouth at the foreign feeling. “How splendid,” He says. “Could you possibly take another?” You hear the squelch when a second finger enters you, mouth dropping as he begins to pump them slowly.

“Oh, fuuuck.” You whine, capturing his lips in a desperate session of tongues and clashing teeth.

He fucks his fingers into you deeper. “Am I really all you desire? Do you still care for the Hashira?”

“N-no, I only want you.”

“What about your God?” You were getting wetter and wetter by the second, liquids splashing your inner thighs and his fingers.

“I’ve renounced it all. I belong to you.”

“Do you mean this?” He flicks two curved fingers back and forth then swirl them around, thumb toying with your throbbing clit.

“Yes, master! Yes!” You sob. “Please just fuck me. I want your cock.”

Enmu feels a sense of pride at your admittance. He climbs over your body, kissing you roughly and nipping your bottom lip. You could feel his hardening cock sliding through your folds.

“Master…I want to feel your skin on mine.” You whisper, trying to remove his jacket. He watches you, amused by your desperation to feel him against you when moments ago you were pleading for him to stay away.

He figures he should assist you since you were begging to be fucked badly, crying tears of pain from not being filled. So, he quickly discards the reminder of his clothes.

You pull him on top of you, rolling around so that you are the one straddling him. You rest your core over the large tip. “May I please have you this way, master?”

“As you wish.” He says, breathlessly.

You sink down on his length immediately, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You hyperventilate, struggling and wanting to pull away from the intense pressure only for his hands to grip your hips and slam you down fully on his length. Your clitoris, making contact with his pelvis.

“Oh, my god.” Your hand flies up to cover your mouth in shock.

“Mmm, I wish you could see how perfect you look with horror on your face. I could feel the pain coursing through your veins intensifying. Ohh, it feels so good!” He laughs manically, fucking up into your extremely wet pussy. He pounds so deep you can see him poking within your tummy.

“My precious pet. So good. So needy.” He cries. Enmu has no doubt he’s broken the barrier within you. It was like you’d both felt the metaphorical “popping” off your cherry and soon you could smell the faint scent of blood.

You bounce on his cock, fucking him back. Even as the red tendrils slithered up to pin your hands behind your back, your rhythm doesn’t falter. He pulls your head down to look where the two of you neet, his thick trunk of a cock ramming into your swollen pussy which is now coated in a mixture of your arousal and blood.

“This means I own you now.” He beams and it almost appears as if he meant it out of love.

“Thank you, Master Enmu. I’m so grateful you’ve chosen me.” You pant.

He sits up, sucking a hardened nipple into his mouth then spanks your asscheek and you moan out his name. “We make a great pair, dear. I like to inflict pain and you like receiving it like a good little whore. I almost feel terrible ever thinking of offering you.”

“I’m yours. Only yours, Enmu.” You kiss him, sucking on his tongue and bobbing your head the way you would with his cock. You release his hand collides with another of your soft, plush globes.

“You just taste so sweet,” He whispers against the valley between your breasts. “Something I never could’ve imagined.”

His nails dig into your ass, scratching and separating them. Then, you feel something wiggle in the entrance of your puckered hole. “Relax and it shouldn’t hurt too much.”

A tentacle feeds itself into your ass and you cry out, biting into his shoulder which makes him cry out in delight. He just as much liked pain inflicted upon him, too.

Your nails dig into his back as he wriggles even more of it inside of you, stretching you. You felt so full, eyes crossed as he began to fuck you in both holes. His lips purse around your pebbled nipples again and it furthers your arousal as you cream around his cock.

“You’re sooo huge!” You whine, practically drooling on him.

Enmu rams into you over and over, the tip of his cock pistons for the soft trigger within you repeatedly. He alternates the motions so that whenever his cock goes in the tentacle would go out then vice versa and sometimes they’d pound into you at the same time and rhythm.

You’ve never experienced an orgasm but you were sure this one will possibly break your mind. Yet, you still chase it. Your hand slides in between your bodies to rub yourself when another set of tentacles take your hands again and pin them behind you.

“You don’t get to cum yet. Not until I know you’ve surrendered yourself to me fully.” He drives deeper into your cunt in time with the tentacle in your ass.

“Hnnngh.” You groan, only the whites of your eyes are shown.

All movement stops and he’s pulling out of you. You whine but soon find yourself being lifted like a feather and placed on your stomach. Your face is planted into the pillow beneath you. Without much preparation, he’s pounding into you again the sounds of your ass colliding with his pelvis sounding in the room.

“Fuck! Enmu, you’re so fucking good.” You’re crying into the pillow, the squelching and shlucking noises of your pussy around him drives you to madness.

He grunts above you, indulging in your constricting walls. Enmu knew at that moment he couldn’t possibly give you away to him. Especially not after the feelings you are making him feel when he’s never been the type to care for sex this badly.

You dig your nails into his hands, the sentient mouth biting down on your fingers. Enmu’s sweaty hair falls over his face as he fucks you into the mattress with deep, long strokes. The bed creaks under you, headboard banging loudly against the wall in competition with your screams.

A tentacle tugs your hair forcing your face to the side and brings itself to your mouth to suck on. You happily suck on it and the way he’s moaning lets you know that he’s feeling it as if you were sucking his cock.

He turns you both to the side, spooning you from behind and you can tell that he’s close by frantically he’s rutting into your suctioning core. Enmu brings your leg back, hooking it around his waist so that your clit is exposed, allowing the tentacle to suction on your clitioris. The tentacle has a tongue-like appendage that laps away at the sensitive bud as well.

“I’m close. I can feel it, Master. Oh, please can I cum? I’ve been so good!”

“Once, you cum. That means I officially own you, my dear. You’ll do everything I say from now on.”

“Whatever you want, master. I’ll obey,” You bring your hand to cup the back of his neck, forcing his lips onto yours. Your tongues fighting for dominance. “I want your cum, master. Own me. Own my pussy.”

“Ohhh baby…” He moans, feeling the familiar build up.

With your face turned up, you look over your shoulder keeping your face near his face as it hovers. The two of you breathe each other’s air, swallowing down every moan and sob as you stare intensely. His hands play across your stomach then press down on the bulge and your vision goes white.

In a silent scream, you spray your juices on his cock and all over him. At that moment, he bites into your neck and the feeling intensifies. You tighten around him like a vice and he’s cumming deep into you. His essence feels hot as it rages through you, painting as deep as it could and pushing past your cervix and it fills you to the brim. You felt so full inside you were sure that his cum made your stomach bloat a little in the process.

You moan out, feeling yourself lightheaded as he drinks your blood. All you could do is grip his hair for reality and that it’ll be over soon.

You go limp when he finally releases your neck, hitting into you one last time and playing with your clit and you were coming again and hard; despite your low energy. You’re shocked by how it was possible to do so. It felt so sudden yet here you were weeping and gasping on his cock.

You’re screaming again as the tentacle has no mercy, playing with your overly sensitive clit. You can hear horrifying screams outside in the night mixing in with your blissed out ones. Your eyes searching the room as you see the patients writhe in their beds still terrorized by his spell.

“Enmu, please…set them fr—Oh goddd,” You cry out, the pleasure is too intense to even concern yourself with the horrors that surround you.

“That’s right, pet,” Enmu teases, cock wreaking through you. “Let’s compete with those screams! While they’re experiencing their nightmares, you to live out your wildest dreams. It’s exquisitely beautiful.”

“Fuuuc—Ohhhh mmuhg.”You can hardly for words, twitching against him and eyes glossed over. The neverending orgasm finally ends and you now lay boneless, officially corrupted.

He kisses your neck, chest flushed against you. You wanted to cover your ears and block out the screams but you couldn’t move. You couldn’t even bring yourself to remove his cock from inside you. It didn’t seem like he wanted to slip out of you either, curling an arm around your waist.

“You’re mine forever,” He nuzzles against you. “That is our deal until the very end.”

“Yes, Master.” You say squeezing your walls around him and earning a guttural moan from him.

“Good girl. We’ll be getting you cleaned up once you gain your movements. You’re coming back home with me.” He rubs your stomach.

“M-master…is it possible that you could free these people? No more casualties need to happen tonight. You’ve fed on me. Am I not enough? I beg you. Release them.”

He pokes your cheek, playfully. “You’re much too kind for your own good. Tell you what…I’ll free these people… in exchange for the Hashira’s blood.”

You stare up at him in horror. “No! I—“

“This should be an easy choice. Must I remind you that you are the one who said you didn’t care for him anymore? So what’ll it be, my pet?” He smiles down at you wickedly and it was at that point you’re reminded exactly why he’s considered a demon.

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Moksha: Chapter 2

Daki offers her side of the argument. Tetsuya and Hinata get to know each other as they set off on their mission.

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Daki hated to work while in a foul mood. So, she decided she wouldn't. Humans were so damn arrogant and incompetent, and she didn't even have her brother's internal monologues to humor her from time to time. Thankfully, nobody in the house could make her do anything. All it took was narrowing her eyes to get her way. Even the house chaperone (what was her name again? Daki only knew her by her crevice-wrinkles and puckered mouth) could only gulp and bow her head, submitting to the oiran. The old madam had been in a funk lately, after her own husband 'ran off' in the night with one of the prettier girls. Ashinuke happened now and again, after all, so nobody bothered to look into it. All to Daki's plan.

But this was the second time that a special guest had been denied her presence, and the toll would be heavy for all the girls who worked here. As if Daki cared. As if it was her fault that her peers were subpar, faulty, and mediocre. Being average-looking was perhaps worse than being ugly, girls could delude themselves into contentment with being bland. She didn't have to answer to them and they could never replace her... not without making things worse for them.

Daki stretched out on her bedding with her fair hands tucked under her chin, mimicking rest although she hadn't slept for years now. It was one of those things that she remembered doing once, vaguely, but mostly recalled it as a way of moving time along-- she only had to close her eyes and black out her consciousness. It sounded too easy to be real. She was sorely in need of a pastime, now that she had mastered every craft available to her status.

Daytime was the most boring part of her existence: after working all night, there was an expectation that she would be tired. The same went for 'days off,' where she had to pretend to be sick or weak or whatever just to get away from a cheaper, more hideous customer migration through town. Playing hooky was almost worse because the dark outside promised her safety. She could easily slip outside to hunt and play, but Gyutaro had made it abundantly clear that she needed to keep up appearances as a human oiran until he could trust her autonomy.

As if she wouldn't know how to do this by now! She was the one who was always surrounded by stupid humans and their weaknesses, always having to tolerate them and their fatigue and thirst and fragility. He never thought she could do anything herself-- and that's why she was stuck in her room with nothing to do but lie down and be quiet. Because, as her dear sibling so 'sensibly' put it, a girl like her could draw attention, and her current window led directly into a courtyard that stayed fairly sunny until sundown. A death trap if she were caught slipping in or out.

Nevermind that she was a demon and was therefore superior to humans in every way. Thinking of what a waste it was had led her to spring her good news: that Master Muzan had appeared to her and spoken to her, had heard about the Hashira she fought, and wanted to reward her! Gyutaro didn't have to worry about Daki anymore because she had gotten so much blood, there was no doubt in her mind that Gyutaro could rest easy and bring her along on hunts.

Instead, Gyutaro's cantankerous mood exploded and they argued, and he left her behind to simmer in the unfairness of it all. Daki huffed. She jerked her right shoulder up, rolling over in frustration. Then flopped onto her back, thrusting her limbs out in a haphazard starfish of fury. It was a disgrace that she was the one practically imprisoned by humans when it was as easy as slipping past them! Their senses were dull, and hers were not.

(If only he knew how often she went behind his back and made outings while he wasn't around. This was why she couldn't brag to him anymore! Even during the midnight hours of full-swing parties, when everyone was alert and smiling and anticipating the arrival of the brothel's crown jewel, the oiran could appear seemingly out of nowhere. Gyutaro always dismissed it as them being drunk, the norm for high profile guests who expected a good time. She still didn't understand how that disproved her point.)

Either way, she had lost and was barred from leaving her room, even though Gyutaro stormed off in a tantrum and had yet to return! How typical: he spent most days sleeping, leaving her bored, and now he stayed out all night doing whatever he wanted. Meanwhile, she had to be stuck here to wrestle with the inane concept; detection was too dangerous for her, but not for him. She briefly hoped he had burnt himself up into a piece of coal-- but the sudden stab of fear, the mere suggestion of eternal loneliness, mollified this curse to perhaps merely singing his stupid hair. That'll teach him.

Something shuffled outside her door. Daki froze, listening, and drew in a long, slow breath. Her senses painted an image: the posture, saliva, and sweat of the human outside came into sharp definition. Daki furrowed her brows at the human's behavior. It was moving slowly and carefully, close to the wall to avoid creaking the floors with its weight. Inching past the Oiran's door. Closer. Closer.

Someone didn't want to be noticed. Maybe this someone was like one of those annoyingly overbearing attendants, trying to peek in on her or leave a refreshment, too weak-willed to bother or disturb her, too pathetic to tell the old hag off when she sent them up to check on Tsubakihime.

Daki was moving before she could parse the petulance bubbling up in her. An undefinable outrage pre-seared her throat and she wanted nothing more than to cause trouble for someone who couldn't follow through with something. Someone whose bravery was inarguably beneath hers. Daki wasn't nearly as weak as some of the girls here-- she would remind them, and herself, of her cruel strength.

Daki flung open her door and Kazuko jumped. Daki opened her mouth and paused. She had expected to find a tray of food for her to kick at the wall, or a pot of tea she could pour over the girl's head. But there was no offering left on the floor for her. Abe Kazuko, who had been hired into this particular house a week ago, was clinging to a jug of sake. Daki blinked. Yes, a RATHER large jug. A nice-looking one too.

For a moment, the girls stared at each other in stunned silence. It was so atypical that Daki needed to process the situation again: one of the new girls was assumingly sneaking to her own room with some of the drink they saved for important guests. It felt so... disappointingly small. And sad, in a way that made Daki want to scowl and scrape the fellow courtesan's face across the floor. It occurred to Daki that Kazuko didn't have any other friends here-- least of all the oiran herself, as they had never spoken. In fact, Daki was hard-pressed to remember a single time Kazuko associated with anyone beyond a polite conversation. They were alone up here...

Kazuko smiled conspiratorially, raising a finger in front of her lips. "Tsubakihime Oiran," she whispered, "Let's celebrate your success tonight." A lofty jiggle of the pottery emphasized her meaning.

Her success? Daki blinked hard, trying to muster her anger back up through the shock. 'It's bold of you to steal from the same people who give you a job and a place to sleep,' she tried to hiss, just to wound Kazuko, but her curiosity had dampened the effect into "What is that for?" She couldn't imagine anything that warranted celebration-- especially not after abandoning her post these last couple nights. She was surprised there was a single girl in this house who was willing to meet her eye, much less congratulate her.

Kazuko hefted the container onto her hip shamelessly. With a sly smile she said, "I heard a man came just to visit you." A coldness plunged down Daki's spine-- even though it was impossible for this whelp to know about Master Muzan. A premature jealousy had sparked in her chest, even as Kazuko went on, "He wasn't any fun, anyway. He was a simpering fool, acting as though he were in his own home. But he still knew none of us could deny him anything... except you." Oh. Right. The patron whom Daki had left high and dry. But then, that begged the question a second time: what was there to celebrate?

"I don't drink," Daki spat, clearly taking Kazuko off guard. She stepped out into the hallway and the human took a half-step back. Daki assessed her once again.

Kazuko was plain, but not altogether hopeless. Her long, delicious eyelashes framed the softest, petal-dark eyes Daki had ever seen. Her lips weren't too thin but her makeup gave her face a washing-out. At least the general frame of her skeleton made her an attractive (if chubby) girl.

"I'm sorry," Kazuko said immediately-- not groveling, but clearly distressed-- "I meant no offense. I only mean... you had the right idea to stay away again." Daki's dead heart exalted with glee at how the other backed down. With the highest respect, not at all pitying herself with the apology, Kazuko tilted forward carefully and exposed the back of her neck to her oiran. "I... It's meaningful for you to have company you want, after all. I would--" and she faltered, realizing her slurry words weren't totally in her control.

Daki could threaten the girl with the sake as blackmail. Or, even simpler, just reach out and slap her across the face. Or drag her into the room and devour her before anyone could miss her or remember she existed. She did none of these, instead resting her clean, sharp nails under Kazuko's chin and tilting her face upward. The girl's natural scent held like something familiar. Not fear, but cousin to it. What was it? Daki stared hard into the girl's face, and those brown eyes flickered back and forth as the oiran commanded, "Say it."

Some color dappled Kazuko's powdered cheeks. "I would be blessed to have your company. Anyone would. I would probably die to be you, Tsubakihime Oiran," she admitted, glassy eyes sparkling with warmth and anticipation despite the tongue-lashing.

While all the other girls likely blamed Daki for abandoning her duties, this girl respected her for it, encouraged rebellion again tonight, preemptively made her loyalties known. It made Daki reconsider her 'sick day.' Maybe she would arrive unannounced, if only to shock her waiting audience. Daki couldn't help but feel flattered by this puppy-eyed ploy. An oiran could always be overthrown, but not any mortal beauty could compare to Daki's... Kazuko could make a wonderful accessory.

"Where's your room?" Daki surprised herself by asking. She couldn't drink and never had the urge to. Not to mention, conspiring with the chattel was a reckless choice. If anyone else found out, she would have a mess to clean up. If Gyutaro found out, there would be another fight.

But Kazuko's face broke into sheer, breathtaking enthusiasm, and it redefined everything Daki had thought about her-- it made her stomach ache with hunger. Kazuko almost looked too good to eat as she said, "Down that corner," pointed down the hall, "the second door on the left. You can see my window from the courtyard, Tsubakihime Oiran," and it was the reverence in how she spoke Daki's pseudonym that assured the demon.

"Alright," she said with a smooth nod. The mask of her face shifted-- the cutting glare turned into a swooning smile. It suddenly occurred to her that she didn't know what to say to someone when there wasn't a need to aggrieve them or manipulate them. Kazuko was already a willing subject. "I won't tell anyone that I saw you, by the way. It's my kindness to you." And to drive the point further, she grazed her hand up along Kazuko's cheek, patting gently.

And Kazuko waffled, blinking rapidly, "I-- yes, of course. Thank you so much, Tsubakihime Oiran."

'This is someone I could use.' Someone who knew absolutely nothing about how last month, Daki had nearly torn a girl's tongue out of her mouth for trying to make herself comfortable enough to criticize the oiran. That another girl the month before had committed suicide (for real, and Gyutaro chewed Daki out for all the law enforcement the sloppy loose threads brought to their home). In Kazuko, Daki saw potential for a devoted ally. Girls used each other as pawns all the time. What they lacked in brute strength and grace, they made up for it in social tactics. Daki had mastered this too, making her untouchable. But still, there was less burden on her shoulders if she had someone else looking out for her during the hours that Gyutaro wasn't around.

As if sensing a betrayal, his existence suddenly sprang to life in their vicinity. He was coming back-- she predicted his arrival like one senses a headache. Daki dipped her head, hopefully feigning exhaustion as she mumbled, "I'll see you after work," and closed her bedroom door. Kazuko's response was muffled, and then she continued on her way down the hall. Daki had already launched into making herself presentable, silently and swiftly. In a matter of seconds, she was fully dressed in all her flowing garb. The one thing she ever took her time with was her makeup, one of the few rewards for her work: she could sit in front of the mirror and paint herself, accentuating her bountiful features and admiring the transformation. No sooner than she had applied her lip color did her brother fold himself into the tiny opening, practically spilling his flesh and bones onto the floor.

"About time," she sourly commented. "The sun is coming up soon."

He was a mess. Grimy, dirty, and--

Daki wrinkled her nose and turned on him, raising a sleeve to her face. "Peugh!" she declared, "You reek!" He had been out in the woods again, bringing the offal and dirt scent into her room.

"Shut up," he grumbled, his nails tearing into his chest. Although he was healing fast, she could smell the overlapping metallic rot of blood on him. His own AND humans'. He hadn't wasted any time in looming over and reaching out for her arm.

"Wait," she insisted, "wait! I just got dressed, hold on--"

All he'd needed to do was wait for her to loosen her clothes and expose her back to him, so that he could sink into her skin without collateral damage. But he was tired and in no mood to wait on her. His hand melted into her wrist and Daki cried out as he dove into her body through her arm. The merging mass of their flesh expanded briefly, ripping the seams of her lovely clothes, and then suddenly she was alone, wailing to herself.

Her. Clothes!! "I just got this one! Oh, it was a gift, too!" His exhaustion spread over her entire body as she took on his burden, and he became nothing more than a barbed presence in the back of her eyes. Not even that-- he had gone to sleep, still irate and unforgiving.

She squeezed her eyes closed tightly and emitted a high note, sobbing sharply and hiccupping before baring her teeth and swallowing her disappointment. After all, she could get another one if she really wanted. But that wasn't the point.

Was there ever a point when all she did was play a part and keep her head down? What was the purpose of being a demon if her brother treated her like precious lacework: she would always be weaker than him, and always a weaker creature in his head. The spite shot through her skeleton, and she turned to shriek into her torn sleeve. She suddenly wanted very much to sink her claws and teeth into someone.

A horrible way to start the day.

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The stables they arrived at had a large gate, dark wooden beams carved with wisteria engravings, the land peppered with small flowerbeds and a singular tree helping serve as demon deterrent. Tetsuya's crow honked in greeting from atop the entrance before swooping down and settling on the boy's shoulder as he slowed his pace. Tetsuya gently pat down its feathers before whispered to it, "I've rendezvoused with Yasumoto, Teacher. We are en route to Yoshiwara now. I hope to meet you there soon." And with the private message spoken, Tetsuya ducked his head, the crow's wingspan battering the air and taking flight for delivery. Then he jogged after his supervisor towards the boarding house.

Tetsuya had almost expected Hinata to avoid the tree, but they comfortably walked through the yard before perching a knee on the building's elevated platform. Unsurprisingly, Tetsuya wasn't the only one put off by Hinata. A stablegirl in Demon Corps uniform had passed with a bucket of feed and stopped to help them-- swiftly regretting it when she was met with Hinata's toothy grin. "Hello, good evening. There ought to be a horse here, under Ishikawa Nobutoshi's name." She couldn't wait to get away, stumbling over her feet. "Could you-- oh, she's gone. My, what work ethic."

"We would be faster without a horse," Tetsuya complained.

"Our passenger needs a means of transport," Hinata reasoned.

"Can't we find a horse closer to Yoshiwara?"

"We're plenty close enough. The closer we get, the higher chances of a plant or sabotaged steed."

"How do you even sabotage a horse?" Tetsuya muttered.

"Very carefully and cleverly," Hinata replied, "and demons can be crafty. You never know what they're capable of until you experience their Blood Demon Art. And even then..." A pause before the kinoe turned to their company. "How old are you now? Thirteen?"

Testuya shot Hinata a sideways glance. It was unusual for someone to make such an accurate guess: typically someone would estimate him to be ten, and he tolerated it every day of his life. Nobutoshi trained Tetsuya with integrity, independence, and responsibility. There was no room for self-doubt. It didn't matter if the general public couldn't understand him: they didn't have to. They were meant to live out their lives, safe from the horrors lying beneath the veneer of domesticity.

"I don't see how my age is relevant to the job."

"Just curious," they said. "When did you pass your Final Selection?"

"Recently." Only a year ago.

"So I guess Nobu approached you... three years ago?"

"Five," Tetsuya griped-- Hinata presuming to know anything about him made him all the more uncomfortable, and he felt underestimated. Though their knowledge of Demon Corps inner workings and wisteria immunity made it unlikely they were a demon, Tetsuya didn't want to strike the theory altogether. It was just a hunch. After all, demons could be crafty: they could shapeshift, infiltrate, and lie.

"You're incredibly blessed," Hinata praised, completely spoiling Tetsuya's paranoia. "Nobu trained you himself, you teacher's pet," (Tetsuya wasn't sure if the jab was playful or not.) "Normally, a Demon Corps member is reared by a cultivator. I guess he thought he had more to teach you on the field than anyone else at The Garden."

Hinata said, nonplussed, "Oh, well: It started as a matriarchal commune of swordswomen. Flower Breathing was said to be one of the founder's specialties, and she even taught others its distinctive style that channeled agility into power. I suppose it still offers that possibility, thanks to the kunoichi."

"And what would you know about the Garden?" Tetsuya sniped-- stomach souring at the mention of home.

Tetsuya gawked at Hinata more openly now. "Why do you know that?" At least they had the social awareness not to mention why The Garden was no longer such a recognized powerhouse... that the families in its protection had been razed, targeted, murdered by demons over the years and leaving their numbers woefully few. The Ubuyashiki used their particularly powerful, secret connections to a surviving shinobi clan, formalizing an agreement. It was why Tetsuya had been raised by kunoichi since his parents died, and why only Hashira-level Slayers were privy to the Garden's endangered ecosystem.

The kinoe looked at him funny, as if he were the mannerless one. "I told you already-- I worked with your teacher. I was practically his right hand." That Tetsuya simply couldn't believe. He couldn't vouch for his first four years of training, but a solid year being tucked under Nobutoshi's wing as the Mist Hashira aired grievances about Yasumoto said otherwise. "Was there nobody to teach you one of the Flower Breathing variants?"

"I like Mist Breathing," Tetsuya insisted. "Besides, the final cultivator had three students already. It was easier to learn one-on-one than with a group, since I started training later than everyone else." Tetsuya quietly regretted speaking. Just because Yasumoto was his talkative superior didn't mean he was obligated to share so much. It was a bad habit.

The stablegirl had returned from another direction: Hinata straightened their spine when she approached with an agreeable, cream-colored horse, saddlebags strapped on and ready for riding. The girl elected to pass the reins to Tetsuya rather than even glance at Hinata's open palm. Tetsuya smiled to her assuringly, and he felt an air of comfort return to her when she said "Good luck," to him. Smugly, it was the tsuguko who led the way.

As the two made their way to the road, Tetsuya watched Hinata reach overhead and snatch a handful of low-hanging wisteria blossoms, tucking the petals into the shirt under their kimono. "Another snack for later?" He asked, hoping they would reflect on their sticky-fingered behavior.

"Ha ha ha!" It sounded like sarcasm until Tetsuya saw their silver eyes twinkling, creased at the corners. "You're funny! I like that. Yes, let's call it a snack for later."

Maybe it was seeing Hinata directly in contact with demonbane, or the way their mirth seemed to actually exist. Either way, Tetsuya relaxed before he had to remind himself that Hinata presented more questions than answers. As if sensing the vulnerability though, Yasumoto spoke. "There was another sword style that you may have liked better. Foliage Breathing. But it was still new and--" they drew a breath, hesitated, and discarded whatever thought they failed to verbalize, "-- it was mostly lost with the Hashira who created it."

It was an unfortunately common occurrence, losing a unique fighting style in its development. This one struck close to a personal mark and Tetsuya tried to swallow smoothly, as if he hadn't found an opening. "Did you know them?"

Yasumoto's head snapped his way, making Tetsuya jump. The expression they held was inscrutable: their mirror eyes were wide and empty now. "I knew her well. So did Nobu," they said carefully. "You... really didn't know that?" And they had the audacity to sound wounded.

Liar. Tetsuya felt hairs on the back of his neck stand up. "Nobutoshi knew her," an edge of vehemence, "but never mentioned you."

Something flashed across Yasumoto's face, but the horse tossed its head and Tetsuya was glad to give it his attention. By then, the awkwardness choked all conversation out of the atmosphere and so the Slayers walked on in silence.

Bringing up his sister made Tetsuya's heart ache warmly. The poor horse slowly trudged up the oncoming hill leading them up into an indigo sky. Tetsuya pulled the reins a little and the beast huffed sadly, earning an apologetic pat on its cheek. It wasn't the horse's fault, after all.

The Foliage Hashira had died five years ago-- or at least vanished. They never found her body, and it was well-assumed that she had been swallowed whole by the lair of a Lower Rank. Thankfully, that demonic amalgamation had been slain before it could benefit from her powerful blood, as they had lost more than just her that day. Dozens of Slayers died to the unexpectedly powerful creature. Two of them were Hashira. It was rare enough that Lower Ranks could take one pillar down. The whole thing was a harrowing near-miss, a blotch on Demon Corps history.

Nobutoshi didn't get into much more detail than that, and though Tetsuya agonized to know more, he knew that particular battle was riddled with more scars and memories better left alone: Tetsuya had lost his sister, Nobutoshi lost his father. Earning the Hashira title had too steep a cost. It was comforting enough to seven-year-old Tetsuya knowing his sister, Hashimoto Junko, died a hero. Beloved by everyone, sincerely respected. Enough that her friend would take it upon himself to seek out her brother and offer Tetsuya the chance of a lifetime: the privilege of being trained entirely by a Hashira.

Nobutoshi had told Tetsuya about befriending her at Final Selections and following her into countless battles after. It sounded a lot like the way Yasumoto spoke about Nobutoshi. With the stark distinction that Nobutoshi had never mentioned Hinata, outside of addressing them as a problem. "How did you know Nobutoshi trained me?" he asked, breaking silence.

They hesitated to answer. "You move just like him. Or at least, the way he moved when he was a tsuguko himself, back in Final Selection."

'They're definitely lying.' Tetsuya realized all at once how trusting he had been: he took them at their word, that they knew his teacher, that they weren't a monster. He should have leaned into his gut instincts and heeded caution. Now he was in the wild, in the dark, on his own. He swiftly scanned the sky for his crow but it was nowhere to be seen, already knowing it was long gone-- by the time anyone else noticed, it would be too late. Maybe he could still retreat to the stables... but then what to do with the interloper?

In one hand, Tetsuya gripped the reins. In the other, his sword handle. He could keep an eye on Yasumoto from behind and slowed his pace, allowing them to take point. Before he could conspire further however, Yasumoto nodded ahead.

"It's coming soon."

They had stopped at the crest of the hill, the egg-yolk sun peeking out over the horizon. The clouds burst into a halo of pink, red, and orange. As the light spilled over the Slayers, Tetsuya watched Hinata became a little more human.

Not literally-- they had always been human. But what confirmed it was the way their face relaxed in the warm sunrise, as though for a moment they had been relieved and justified in one instance. They sighed and closed their eyes. Tetsuya dared to copy Yasumoto and breathed in, then out, long and slow. Birdsong laced the trees. Wind caressed their clothes.

Tetsuya sensed the raised hand too late. He had no opportunity to duck away or avoid it. Their palm settled atop his head but rather than twist and tear it off, their sharp nails raked through his scalp, pulling some strands from his ponytail. It didn't hurt, but he could sense the fine lines raising where they had ruffled him.

He looked up at Hinata, who smiled down at him without blame. "Better, Tetsu?"

"Better," Tetsuya allowed. "... Yasumoto."

"Call me Hinata."

"Did you really know Junko?" Tetsuya unintentionally vocalized, almost wincing at the uncertainty in his voice.

Again, Hinata considered their answer. "I think so," they said. "I at least know that she knew me, even better than I knew myself." The person who existed somewhere inside Hinata returned: brows softened, smile sincere, and those quartz-colored eyes swirling with fond recollection. "She was my best friend."

It sounded counterfeit, but there was a strange sensation in his head suddenly, like a route leading from Tetsuya's brain, up Hinata's arm, and into their own. Doubt dissipated like the sun breaking through a fog, and though Tetsuya couldn't define the feeling, he knew that Hinata wasn't lying. That their heart held an entire ocean of grief for her, one to match his own.

It didn't make sense.

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Welcome Home [Obanai Iguro Fanfiction]

Story Description: After tragedy, Obanai Iguro returns to the Rengoku family's home for the first time in years to share a meal and reminisce about the boy and the family who changed his life. After all, Kyojuro always said, "Meals taste better with friends."

Fandom: Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Friendship, Grieving Together, Rengoku Family Adopts Iguro, Memories, Meals Taste Better With Friends, Sad and Sweet

Relationships: Obanai Iguro & Kyojuro Rengoku Friendship, Iguro and the Rengoku Family, Senjuro Rengoku, Mitsuri Kanroji, & Obanai Iguro Friendship, and Slight ObaMitsu.

Characters: Obanai Iguro (POV Character), Senjuro Rengoku, Mitsuri Kanroji, and Kyojuro Rengoku

Rating: T for Thematic Elements (Please see "Warnings" below for more details)

Warnings: Heavy Themes, Depictions of Grief, Discussion of Non-Depicted Death, Hints at Childhood Trauma. SPOILERS FOR the Mugen Train Arc/Ch. 66 & mild/vague spoilers for Ch. 188

Word Count: 2379

Link to original post on AO3. Please do not repost to another site.

(A/N: This is an older story of mine, but I'm on a bit of a Demon Slayer kick at the moment so I wanted to get all my KNY stories cross-posted to Tumblr).

Thank you for reading! 🍲

Iguro's steps felt heavy as he made his way around the familiar house. Very little had changed. It was almost as if he would come bounding out of one of the doorways any minute with a big smile on his face—throw an arm around him and reassure him this was all some kind of dream, a nightmare, and there wasn't anything to worry about.

Iguro's throat tightened, and he clenched his fist. It was stifling here—almost suffocating. The walls seemed to be closing in—shadows darkening the halls as if to say he wasn't welcome here. And maybe they were right. After all, he couldn't protect him, the one person who had always been there for him. When he had needed him most, he had been hundreds of miles away. If only he had stepped in, offered to take that mission on the Mugen Train himself… It should've been him who had died not Rengoku who brought so much joy and goodness into this world. It should've been Rengoku roaming these halls—bringing warmth into this home again—not Iguro darkening these doorways he never had any right to be in in the first place. Out of more kindness than he deserved, the Rengoku family had taken him in when he had nowhere else to go, but now, Kyojuro was gone and he was left in his place—standing where he had stood, walking the halls he had walked. He had no right.

Iguro swallowed hard. He didn't have time to think of such things now. He wasn't here for himself. He had stayed away for too long—far too pathetic to show his face here—but then he thought of Senjuro. He was too young and too gentle and had suffered much more than he deserved. Iguro wasn't the best with people so he wasn't sure he'd be much comfort, but he couldn't just leave him alone.

Iguro turned a corner and could hear voices in the garden. He stopped. Someone was here already. He caught a glimpse of pink hair, and his face softened. Kanroji-san. She was so kind—she had probably come here right away. Her arms were wrapped tightly around Senjuro, and she was gently stroking his hair almost maternally. Iguro could tell they had been crying together, but they seemed so peaceful now.

Kanroji was the far better person for this, Iguro thought, and he was about to turn and leave when a voice called out for him, "Oba...Iguro-san." Senjuro was walking towards him. His hair was much longer than when Iguro had seen him last, and he had grown much taller. Iguro swallowed. He looked so much like his brother.

"Iguro-san," exclaimed Kanroji standing up and wiping her eyes.

Iguro turned back to Senjuro. The boy's warm eyes were misty, but he was smiling slightly as he said, "I'm sorry I didn't hear you come in."

"I didn't mean to interrupt," Iguro answered looking off over Senjuro's shoulder. It was much harder to do these days. Soon Senjuro would be much taller than him.

"Not at all," reassured Senjuro shaking his head. "I'm glad that you're here…" He paused looking a bit flustered. "Well what I mean is…it's good to see you." Senjuro's smile widened. "Won't you sit down? We were just starting to eat."

Iguro thought of protesting, but the boy was so earnest so he sighed and took a seat next to him. "I brought this for you," he said holding out the covered dish in his hands.

"Oh, miso soup. Thank you," answered Senjuro brightly. "This will go wonderfully with the rice balls Kanroji-san brought." Iguro looked over at Kanroji who smiled slightly at him but looked away. It seemed they had had the same idea though he imagined the food she had prepared tasted much better than his.

"They didn't turn out as well as I had hoped, but I hope they're still okay," said Kanroji as her cheeks turned pink. "I had just been thinking about how Rengoku always loved when everyone ate together and…" Her voice grew tight and she stopped. She sniffled and wiped her eyes again. "I'm sorry, Senjuro. Here I am trying to comfort you, and I just keep crying." Senjuro reached out to take Kanroji's hand as his own eyes grew tearful again.

Something twisted in Iguro's chest. It was possible he had never felt so inadequate. Kaburamaru slithered around his neck and nuzzled Senjuro's cheek as if to do the comforting for him. Senjuro smiled and patted the snake's head.

"You should eat," suggested Iguro pouring a bowl of soup for Senjuro.

"Yes," agreed Kanroji turning to get some rice balls for him. "It might make you feel a little better."

Senjuro took the food so gratefully they might as well have given him gold instead of rice balls and some soup. "Thank you so much," he said. "You're both so kind." He turned and started to serve them as well. "Please have some yourself."

"Senjuro, this food is for you," explained Kanroji holding up her hands in protest, but Senjuro shook his head.

"Please. Let's eat together." He pushed the rice balls towards Kanroji, and his voice faltered, "My brother always said, 'meals taste better with friends.'"

Tears welled in Kanroji's eyes again. "He did say that, didn't he?" Her shoulders shook as she wiped her hand across her face. "And he was right," she added smiling through the tears that cascaded down her cheeks as she took a bite of a rice ball.

"Yes," Iguro answered quietly nodding in agreement as he poured soup for Kanroji. He rarely ate with people, but he had shared a meal with Rengoku a couple of times when they were very young. And though he may not have a lot of compare it to, the first meal they had ever eaten together may have been the best meal he had ever had.

*-*-*

In the darkened room illuminated by a single lamp, Iguro stared at the small bowl of soup Mrs. Rengoku had left out for him. "In case you are hungry later," she always said. She was a truly kind person—to make sure to leave him food so he wouldn't starve even though he always declined to eat with her family.

Iguro folded his hands and hung his head slightly. Though her spirit was strong, Mrs. Rengoku was a physically frail woman—she should have been resting not making special bowls of soup for him. She had opened her home to him which had only made more work for herself, and she worried about him. As he had quietly crept out to eat when he thought everyone was asleep, he had accidentally overheard her talking to Mr. Rengoku.

"I'm worried about him, Shinjuro," she had said. "He's been here for almost a month and has barely spoken a word."

"Ruka, if you had seen…" Mr. Rengoku had said before he stopped. "I can't imagine what kind of hell this boy has been through."

Iguro scurried off as tears welled in his eyes. Such kindness—he didn't deserve it.

Iguro wiped his nose before he carefully unwound the bandages around his mouth. He tried to be as gentle as he could but winced as his hand brushed his severed cheek. Kaburamaru looked up at him sympathetically. He tried to smile at the snake reassuringly. Trying his best to ignore the pain, he opened his mouth just enough to sip the soup from the spoon.

Mrs. Rengoku always left him soft, liquid foods. He wondered if she knew about his wound. He had done his best to hide it from them—even though he knew it was selfish. As soon as they saw his face, they would surely throw him out on the street in disgust. Always so intuitive about what Iguro was thinking, Kaburamaru wrapped around his arm comfortingly, but Iguro wasn't reassured. Even though Iguro had been given this glimpse of a real family and a real home, it was only a glimpse—a dream. Soon it would just be him and Kaburamaru against the world again—lost and alone. That was how it always was and how it always would be, and nothing would change that.

"Hi! Can I eat with you?" asked an exuberant voice pulling Iguro out of his thoughts. Startled, Iguro turned to see the eldest Rengoku son, Kyojuro, sitting beside him with a wide, bright smile. Iguro's eyes grew wide as he frantically tried to cover his mouth with his hands. In a desperate attempt to hide, he had pressed his hands to his face too hard. His brow furrowed as his jaw throbbed.

"Are you okay?" asked Kyojuro, and Iguro guiltily forced a nod. Now he had worried Kyojuro as well. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," said Kyojuro. "I've just been noticing you coming down here in the middle of the night, and I was wondering what you were doing. I'm glad to see you're eating. Senjuro and I have been worried. We tried to leave some bowls of food outside your door, but maybe you didn't see them or they were foods you didn't like. What kind of foods do you like?"

Iguro stared down at the table, and his hands started to shake. Kyojuro and his little brother Senjuro had been worried about him too and had been leaving food for him out of kindness? He hadn't known. He honestly thought he had been imagining things—those trays of food outside his door were tied to such painful memories. But all along it had been Kyojuro and Senjuro trying to look out for him. He felt guilty—but how could he explain this to Kyojuro?

"It's okay if you can't pick a favorite," said Kyojuro filling the silence. "I know it's really hard to decide. I don't think I could pick a favorite either. Mother's miso soup is really good though!" He motioned to the bowl, and Iguro nodded.

After a lengthy silence, Kyojuro said, "You don't have to stop eating just because I'm here. I didn't want to interrupt you—I just thought I could come and keep you company. But you were eating when I came in and now you've stopped."

Iguro's face flushed, and his eyes burned. Kyojuro had seen him eating earlier? Then he had seen… He inhaled sharply. Kyojuro, however, was unfazed.

"You don't have to stop eating. We can eat together," he continued as he poured some soup into a bowl for himself. "Tasty!" he exclaimed with a wide smile when he took a bite.

Iguro's eyes grew wide and he choked out quietly before he could stop himself, "You're…you're not…disgusted?"

Kyojuro turned to look at him, and his brow furrowed. He tilted his head. "Why would I be disgusted? My mother's miso soup is the best! It's not disgusting at all. Weren't you eating it earlier? You should take another bite to see how good it tastes!"

Iguro shifted in his seat uncomfortably as Kyojuro stared at him expectantly. Kaburamaru nudged the side of his hand in encouragement as Iguro stared intently at the table. His heart pounded. His hands were shaking as he slowly moved his left hand to shield his face as he moved his right hand away from his mouth, picked up a spoonful, and took another bite of the soup.

"Well?" asked Kyojuro exuberantly.

Confused, Iguro met Kyojuro's intense gaze and answered a little unsurely, "Tasty?"

A bright smile spread between Kyojuro's cheeks before he took another bite of soup himself. "See, I told you!" he answered with a good-natured laugh. "Now go on and eat lots more!"

Iguro looked down at the bowl and back up at Kyojuro who scarfing down his soup with gusto. "You…you still want to eat…with me?" he stumbled.

Kyojuro looked up at him mid-bite. "Mhmmm!" he hummed nodding in enthusiastic agreement before he swallowed. "It's always better to eat with friends!"

Iguro could feel tears prickling in his eyes. "Friends?" he repeated—his voice barely audible as if he could scarcely believe it.

"Of course," said Kyojuro as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Meals always taste better with friends!"

*-*-*

"Meals always tasted better with Rengoku," Iguro agreed whether with Kanroji and Senjuro or with his memories he didn't know. Kyojuro Rengoku was always so kind. Iguro never could tell if he had seen his wound that day or not, but he was sure it wouldn't have mattered to him. That was just the kind of person Rengoku was. He saw the best in everybody and believed in them even when they didn't believe in themselves. Iguro had never deserved such a friend—a brother. He couldn't believe he was gone.

Iguro felt a single tear break free from his burning eyes and trickle down his cheek.

"Iguro-san," gasped Kanroji, and within moments, Senjuro's arms were wrapped around him.

"I miss him too," Senjuro choked out as he started crying into Iguro's shoulder. Kanroji cried loudly as tears streamed down her cheeks, and she hugged them both tightly.

Iguro patted Senjuro's head gently and placed a sympathetic hand on Kanroji's shoulder. Kaburamaru helped to comfort them as well, but Iguro was finding himself sorely inadequate. "Senjuro," he began guiltily. "I'm sorry…I shouldn't have come."

Senjuro stopped shaking and pulled away to look Iguro in the face. "No, I'm so glad that you did. It's what my brother would've wanted. He was always happiest when his family was together."

Tears pooled in Kanroji's eyes, and Iguro's insides twisted. As if sensing this, Senjuro sniffled and took Iguro's hand in one hand and Kanroji's in the other. "You've all been working so hard and have been so busy keeping everyone safe from the demons that you haven't been able to come home in such a long time…but now we're all together again."

Senjuro's eyes began to fill with tears, but he closed his eyes and smiled the kindest, brightest smile. Iguro swallowed hard—biting back tears. He looked just like his brother, and as he said the words, it was almost as if Kyojuro was there saying them right along with him, "Welcome home."

#iguro obanai #senjuro rengoku #mitsuri kanjiro #kyojuro rengoku #demon slayer fanfiction #kimetsu no yaiba fanfiction #obamitsu #i love them and they deserved better your honor #demon slayer spoilers #kimestu no yaiba spoilers #the rengoku family adopts iguro should be a genre #it's very important to me #thank you for reading

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airplanetea · 9 months

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i cannot be stopped

Some of my favorite scenes from my fanfic :)

#kimetsu fanart #kimetsu no yaiba #nezuko kamado #zenitsu agatsuma #inosuke hashibira #kimetsu no yaiba fanfiction

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ratsarecute4 · 2 years

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Rating: T

Category: Gen

Chapters: 1/?

A cool wind blew in from the bay, pushing away the smog of the factories and replacing it with the fresh salt of the sea. The city was loud at night, but the smokestacks stopped their belching when the sun went down and the workers went home. The docks were quieter, as though hidden under a shadow of muted unease.

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This new mission shouldn't have been any different from all the others they'd been to. Sure, it's in the city, but they should be able to find and slay the demon amid the bustle.

Yes, it seems just like any standard mission, that is, until they realise they cannot find the demon.

Inspired by a post by @tricksterrzart

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kaicubus · 1 year

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Hidden in the Trees | Karaku

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warnings ✩° : 18+ smut, cunnilingus, a pinch of degrading, mostly praise, demon sex, size difference, overstimulation!receiving, some masochism!receiving, consensual sex, cursing.

pairing ✩° : karaku x fem hashira!reader

premise ✩° : after escaping the fourth upper moon hantengu, you find yourself running into a forest with what seems to have no exit. with no other way to go, you're forced to face the strangest of the demon clones, the pleasure demon.

word count ✩° : 4.2k

authors note ✩° : yippee another one down!! 2/4 look out for the rest...trying to get them all down in a timely fashion plz bear with me!!

©kaicubus do not steal

part one here!

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Was this the same demon from before? There was no way. The demon standing in front of you looked pleasant. Still, demon like, with thick veins pumping cold blood around his eyes and a plum-like color darkening his under eyes and forehead. What irked you most was that this clearly was one of Hantengu’s clones, but it looked nothing like who you saw before. This one, was attractive, almost, with a much more muscular built and tall stature. Now, he looks like a worthy opponent, all in all which terrifies you. Was he really the same demon who was crawling on the ground before?

You shift your feet into an instinctive kill mode, feet planted firm into the ground below, your movements making crunching noises against the plethora of dry leaves. You gain awareness of all the trees surrounding you two, the green of their lushness flurrying down. It’s an uncanny sort of feeling. For some reason, even when faced with one of the most powerful ranked demons, the setting around you was eerily calm. Not just the way the leaves fall slowly and the wind just barley picks up, but the demon who stands before you seems like he has already won the battle that hasn’t even started yet.

You stare at the green eyed demon with a murderous glint in your eyes and thinly pressed lips, mentally preparing for the worst. But, instead, the worst doesn’t happen. Rather than harvesting your life, you hear a lowly chuckle almost gurgle out of the demon’s throat, paired with a loud thumping noise start to approach you, slow enough to notice the horrible sinking feeling in your gut but too fast for you to do anything about it. With every step closer, the demon’s smile grows, watching as you move backwards right into the thick trunk of a tree.

You look back, then back at him, feeling a cold sweat start to form on your brow, mostly from confusion as to why this demon is so calm. He doesn't even look like a demon, and certainly doesn't look human. With your shoulders square, you back into the tree even more and hold your sword further in front of you, not being able to hide your shakes as the shirtless figure is now standing over you.

As the shadow of the night leak through the thick foliage of the trees above, the dark markings on this clone’s face make him even more spine chilling. He’s so close,

“And you thought I wouldn't catch up. You managed to lose me back there.” The demon speaks, holding his square shoulders up low, almost relaxed like. “I’ve fought humans before, but, I didn't think anyone could ever outrun me. I’m impressed. You have my attention.”

Have his attention? In what world would you ever want his attention? You wanted to scream at him, rip his head off with your bear hands, end this, and go home, but the demon in front of you clearly isn't taking you seriously.

“Is this a game to you?!” Your shoulders tense, anger piquing as you grip onto your sword handle more.

“To me, of course. But to you, it might be a bit more scarier than a game.” The demon in front of you draws his claws up to your chin and raises your face up to his unmatched, demonic height. The dark emerald green color fills your vision and that’s when you finally realize which clone of Hantengu’s he is.

“Karaku.” You mutter under your breath. Karaku, the demon clone who possesses the pleasure emotion of his host. You always thought that out of all the emotions Hantengu could have, pleasure was surely the weirdest one. That said, you didn’t know what you were up against, in fact the thought alone of what pleasure entailed made you nearly weep with all the gruesome feelings imaginable. But you hold your ground.

Karaku smiles slowly at you, his head tilting down and even closer to you, nearly enough to kiss you. Despite what you think, there’s no seemingly malicious bone in his body. Yet at least.

“That’s right. You know who I am. That’s good. Now, could I ask what a demon slayer like you is doing alone? And with no sword, that’s kind of like your whole thing right? You wave around a sword and slice my head off, right?” Karaku shifts his hand onto his face, curling his cold fingers on his cheek, “With no sword...and clearly no ability to actually fight me. You’re useless. Right? That makes this fun.”

You look down at your sword, confused, but suddenly feel a harsh gust of wind blow your way, knocking you off your feet.

There’s only a second from that to the moment where your back hits the ground and your sword is thrown out of your hand. Upon impact, you close your eyes and throw your crossed arms over your face, fear stinging your senses, before you open your eyes again to see the demon directly on top of you. The demonic look in his eyes is enough to make you shriek, just before he lunges down with his mouth open.

With a grunt, you kick the center of his chest, only managing to blow enough air to thrust his charcoal black hair off his shoulders. Your efforts amuse the sick entity, reflecting in a cynical grin accompanied by a squinted smile of the demon. Still, you grit your teeth and continue pushing on his firm, muscular chest. The least you can do is try to survive as long as you can before someone finds you. Surely anyone can recognize you're gone and will come search for you. Right?

“Was that supposed to hurt?” Karaku chuckles hoarsely, “Because it was more pleasant than I expected. Maybe I am stronger than I thought. That’s nice.” His smile deepens. “Don’t you realize how easy it is for me to overpower you, and kill you? I could tear you open, drain your blood, and eat your flesh in seconds. And you think a measly kick can stop me?”

With his hand straddling your ankle, you mentally curse at the undeniable realization that you can’t even get out from his grasp.

“Say, I never caught your name. What was it, hashira?”

Your eyes quickly glance down at his position, how his legs are properly situated between your trembling thighs, ankles quivering at the demon above you, yet he remains calm and stares, waiting for your response.

So you swallow all your anxiety and answer. “Y/n. My name is Y/n.”

“You’ve come to kill me? Right?” Karaku inches closer, revealing his elongated teeth poking out from his warm lips. A chill runs down your spine. He’s already thinking of eating me. “Hey, right?”

“Yes!” You grit your teeth and remind him who has a foot pressed against him, shoving the bottom of your shoe into him harder. Karaku doesn’t pay any mind to it though. He knows you’re trying to gain the upper hand, it’s a game he knows all too well. But he’s tired of fighting, and for once he deserves a break from killing and eating human flesh. Well, not entirely the second one. Being the most relaxed clone of Hantengu, it’s easy for Karaku to analyze situation and step back when he needs to. He feels no sympathy for his victims, yet the experiences they give him fulfill him so much more than any killing could. Even if sometimes he can kill two birds with one stone.

Your eyes dart around his face. You can’t even tell what he’s thinking with such a relaxed expression. But Karaku quickly reaches for the inner side of your ankle and tugs you closer to him.

“You know...” Karaku says, just barley above a whisper, “A hashira shouldn't be so worked up meeting me. Wouldn't wanna worry your pretty head, I’m just a big scary demon is all. I don’t want to hurt you.” His hands skitter up your ankle all the way to your thigh, rubbing methodically in wide circles just to avoid suspicion. With a tainted grin, Karaku’s hand travels up your skirt, pushing the pleated fabric out of the way. Before you can protest or kick him further, it finally clicks in your mind that you had no safety shorts or shorts at all protecting under your skirt. As the demon corps uniform protocol calls for, all you have on is your skirt and your panties underneath, which in this moment serves as a great disadvantage to your dignity.

Quickly, you buckle your knees together, making a quick bucking sound from your kneecaps clashing, followed by a small wince after. This in turn, piques Karaku’s interest and the devilish grin you've grown so fond of returns once again.

“Of all the things...” Karaku says giddily, “Of all the things you choose to protect. That’s, your main concern? What are you hiding from me, puny hashira?”

You feel your throat close. Just as you’d hoped to keep your life by protecting yourself, you’d failed to distract him from possibly the most insignificant worry you had suddenly realized. Now he was intrigued and now there was no way out of his curiosity.

Karaku’s claws move up your skirt further, now not pulling you into his chest, but rather peeling back the fabric akin to selfishly unwrapping a present not meant for him, revealing a pair of tight, white underwear. The best part?

There’s a wet spot smack center in the middle, all for Karaku to see and instantly take notice in. When his eyes dart to your entrance, you feel your soul leave your body. There’s no denying the attraction you’d felt to Karaku before, but you never would’ve guessed that it resulted in this. Still, you hold your breath and stare up at him, knees now separated and your face dripping with sweat. Karaku on the other hand, parts his lips, revealing his elongated canines and a raised brow, perplexed yet interested. He lets out a soft chuckle as his rough hands turn soft with feather like touches around your waist.

“Hm, that’s strange.” Karaku says, eyes widening owlishly with curiosity, “I haven’t even done anything…and yet…” he prods a finger forward and touches lightly on the front of your underwear, pressing down on the darkened wet spot growing larger by the second. You look away shamefully and mumble incoherently under your breath, too embarrassed to look the demon in his green eyes as his smile widens from ear to pointed ear. “You’re wet right here. That means you like me, huh?”

“W-Wait—” You stare helplessly at Karaku rubs his thumb over your clothed pussy, swirling the slick underneath the thin layer of cotton. Instinctively, your hips jerk forward and you find yourself gasping for air, not out of fear, but out of pleasure. It’s strange, but Karaku only smiles, his expression turning almost lovingly as he leans forward and closes the gap between you both. With his lips on yours, you feel his tongue push past your locked teeth and glide right under yours, licking every surface of your mouth.

“Mm! Mhh!” You squeeze your eyes tighter and attempt to grab hold of his wrist, failing in the process and only making the position more intimate as Karaku lowers his position onto you. When he breaks the kiss, it doesn't take long before his hungry and curious lips find another curve of your body to settle on, marking his territory all the way down to your chest, unbuttoning your uniform with his teeth, and to your skirt, where he tears that off too, and finally settling right in between your plush, doughy thighs. All the way, your breathing deepens, skin glowing red at this point, not sure what he’ll do next.

“We don’t need all those anymore, I need to see your lovely figure for me to be satisfied. Doesn’t the air feel nice, Y/n?” The demon strokes your sides with the tip of his claws, tracing lines into your untouched skin. His mind reels at your warmness, the way your blood rushes inside your body, and how he gets to feel and experience it all up close. Emerald green shimmers into your glossy eyes, and his silky, raven hair makes his demonic appearance all the more alluring, especially in such a delirious state.

“M-Mhm...” A breathy whine spills from your throat as soon as you feel his cheek press against the side of your inner thigh, his tongue soon following. You hadn't noticed it before, but now looking at it, you notice how the top of his tongue spells ‘pleasure’ in kanji.

Warm lips press against the side of your inner thigh, prying your legs open for the demon’s viewing, gently spreading your exposed cunt to him more and more. Every bone in your body tells you to stop him and kill him in fear of enjoying this too much, and yet, you watch him discover the most vulnerable part of you up close.

As if he can read your mind, Karaku looks back up to you and smirks, “Aren’t you going to tell me to stop? I don’t sense any displeasure coming from you, puny human, does that mean you want me to keep going?” Karaku says lowly, awaiting your answer.

“N-No...I-I don’t, I don’t want you to stop...” You say without thinking. That was all he needed to continue, and before you could get an understanding of what you just said, Karaku’s mouth finds your entrance and latches onto you very quickly.

You hadn’t even noticed he’d taken off your underwear a while back until you feel the heat of his branded tongue graze on the surface of your cunt, spooking you just a bit before your shoulders soften and your neck loses its structure.

Using his puckered lips, Karaku presses a soft kiss against your entrance, at first lightly. He kisses again, and again, until his welcoming kisses become more passionate and messy, all introductory formality being lost in his simmering curiosity. He’d never ate pussy before, though you could hardly tell, so naturally he’s very attentive to catering to your needs, looking up at you every chance he gets or as soon as he feels you twitch.

“H-Hah...wait just a minute...” You push your palm to his forehead to stop him, but stop instantly as Karaku presses your legs together, resulting in pushing himself further into you. The heated oral muscle greets you again, as well as the head rushing feeling of pure ecstasy. An ecstasy you're too ashamed of admitting you like.

“I’ve never tasted anything like this before.” Karaku says in between licks, “It’s so warm, and pleasant. I can’t help but wonder, isn't there a way to get more wet stuff out of here?” He purrs. Answering his own question, Karaku lowers his head and closes his eyes just enough so that only the tops of his lashes can be seen. You stifle out a struggled moan and shudder, hands curling into your messy clothes beneath you. Karaku continues to greet your dewy folds with his curved tongue, licking down on your sex and gathering up all the slick he can harvest on his tongue.

“A-Agh...W-Why don’t you just k-kill me? That’s far less embarrassing than—thIS!” You throw your head forward shamefully as Karaku’s tongue plunges deeper inside you, almost as if he’s telling you to stop talking. “K-Karaku!” Making a loud slurping noise, the demon pulls away and pants puffs of hot air onto your cunt, admiring the sheer glossiness it now has.

“You taste so good…delicious.” Karaku’s words are muffled as his mouth returns to your heat, pressing his branded tongue flat on your drooling pussy. Even if you tried moving away from him, it was no use. His fingers are practically embedded into your flesh, sharp claw-like fingernails drilling you and nearly drawing blood. You can hardly focus at the pain as Karaku licks bold stripes along your center, occasionally flicking the tip of his tongue faster than anything you’ve felt in your life. There was certainly no way to stop him.

“Karaku!” You whine, hips bucking in every which direction imaginable, “Karaku p-please!” It didn’t matter if you came once, twice, or even three times, with the speed of which he’s going, it’ll be impossible to pry him off your clit. That, and he just doesn’t want to.

“Is the puny hashira begging for me? Me? Oh, that makes me so fucking happy.” Karaku flashes his emerald green eyes back up at you, peeking up from in between your legs. “And I thought I’d never hear the words ‘please’ come out of your mouth. I guess I’ll take ‘p-please’ mh~!” Even though it’s wrong, even if this moment is frowned upon by any sane person, you can’t help but feel butterflies swarm inside the deepest parts of you, reminding you that no other person—or entity for that matter—has made you feel such pleasure. A red hue floods to your cheeks and you lean your head back, unable to withstand more than a seconds of eye contact.

Even just looking at you turned Karaku on. More than he’d like to admit. The sight of your head thrown back, mouth hung open, hair tangled and messy from the previous encounter, and now your ripped black and white uniform hanging off your shoulders, exposing your chest all to him. He relished in it all. Mostly, the feeling of being absolutely buried in your pussy, his nose poking the hood of your clit each ravenous grunt he makes to get closer to you.

Your eyes roll back as Karaku extends his tongue to fully show the kanji that says, ‘pleasure’ and presses it flat against your entrance, making a ‘slop’ sound before ravishing your wetness. Again and again, Karaku slurps at your cunt, using his huge, calloused hands to move your waist and body up and down on his mouth. One wrong move and he would surely scrape his teeth against your sensitive flesh. Unintentionally. Still, that didn't stop you from wiggling closer to him, pushing your wet pussy further into his mouth.

“Just relax,” Karaku giggles, “You like it, huh? Makes you feel good~” He slurs, ears perking up at all the soft whimpers flowing out of you, “Good girl, just like that, open wider for me.”

“H-Hngh! Karaku—NGH!” You groan breathlessly and press your legs together onto the sides of his face. His pointed ears poke into the insides of your thighs and you can’t help but want more of it. There was no way where you would have ever predicted that inhuman features like pointed ears, prodding canine teeth, and horns would ever make you feel anything other than hatred. But Karaku makes you forget it all.

You feel yourself getting hotter as Karaku doesn’t look away from you, the kanji in his eyes burning into yours, not moving an inch since when he started. There was no telling what he was thinking in his head, but the thought of all of it was making your mind go brainlessly numb.

With another bold lick, Karaku flutters his tongue in the pool of your juices, drawing a string of saliva and cum from your entrance and looking at you with a completely feral expression. “You don’t let up, do you?” He chuckles, “C’mere, puny hashira. Be a good human for me and let me taste you again, yeah? You’re so pretty...I can’t help myself, I’m getting so excited.” Karaku hums in amusement.

“Ah, hah, ah! Karaku-uh!” Your cunt continues to pulsate, growing wetter each time he suckles on your folds, wanting so desperately to please you and hear his name fall harder this time from your lips. A hashira, getting fucked out by a demon. Your mind runs rampant. All the sounds you make are practically drowned out by Karaku’s attention on your clit, gradually fucking you on his tongue and nudging his fangs against your velvet entrance, reminding him that you’re not like him and sooner or later you’re going to burst. He smiles at the thought.

A hand flies to his head and bumps into his horns, finally something to grab onto, and you suddenly get a rush of sanity back and cling onto the boney material with all your might. While it’s just to push him back for even just a second, Karaku takes the opportunity to gasp for air, now giving you a chance to look at him in all his clouded glory. His lips are red and shiny from your arousal, mouth slightly open and puffing out a mixture of his own breath and the scent of suffocating sex on his branded tongue. You can tell he’s not thinking of anything else but finding new ways to satisfy you by the hazy look in his eyes. The color almost matches the leaves above. Fitting.

“Karaku, j-just slow down before I—” The words die on your tongue as soon as Karaku pushes back your hold on his horns and dives in between your legs once more.

Like he’s getting high off the taste, his tongue laps again at your sex, squishing your sensitive flesh down with every messy lick he makes.

You begin to wail as Karaku pushes his tongue deeper inside of you, easily finding your sweet spot and abusing it with all his strength and stamina. The warm touch of his tongue along with his now rose-wet lips pressing against your entrance draws out more lewd sounds from you.

Trying to breathe, Karaku doesn’t let up and only continues to swirl his tongue on your soaked cunt, occasionally dipping into your pussy to taste you deeper. “Mm, more more more.” He chants into you. As soon as your knees start to buckle in pure ecstasy, Karaku holds them apart and opens more of your legs to suck more and more, driving you practically insane.

By now, you're too dazed to even realize how much Karaku had done, and how much of a mess you are now. So focused on the acute surges of pleasure running through your body with every little curl of his tongue or slurp of his wet lips on yours. What once was a soft, sheepish voice soon became a high-pitched cry in a matter of seconds. Pleasure rolls through your body with the overwhelming knowledge that you could sense your own high.

It almost doesn't feel real. At the hands, or rather, mouth of a demon, it just doesn't feel right. But it feels too fucking good to ignore. Karaku is completely engulfed in the taste of you, sucking on your clit harder now, with his claws biting into the plushness of your thighs to be closer to him, just to fill the insatiable hunger he possesses. “Karaku!” His name comes out as a warning, trying not to give in, “K-hh! Wait wait wait! Karaku I-N-NGH!” Just then, you jerk your head back, no longer wishing to hold back anymore, and allow his name to run freely, “Karaku! H-Hngh!” When his name leaves your lips, so does all the built up pleasure inside your body, and as if a bolt of lightning stroked inside of you, you feel the rush begin to surge. Keeping his eyes on you, you feel the demon smile widely as he quickens his pace, licking up all the wetness from leaking out of his reach.

“That’s good,” Karaku purrs and kisses your clit, not planning on stopping you from cumming all over his tongue, “Keep going...don’t stop, puny hashira.” When he pulls away, not going too far, you're met with the bitter cold of the night, hips instantly shivering from the loss of his touch.

Coating the inner walls of your thighs, and even trickling down to the fabric of your uniform placed under you, Karaku watches as arousal spills out from you, all from just his tongue. The sticky, almost briney, fluid pools on your pinkish, glistening folds, making your heart leap out of your chest as you gasp in short breaths of air. Karaku laughs at the warmth leaking onto his finger and taps the softness of your clit, amused by the tiny jerks and twitches of you and your hips, trying to ride out the aftermath of your climax. “Ah...ah...ah...” You groan and roll your hips back.

“You’re so pretty, Y/n. I wish you came here sooner. Instead of being a demon hunter, you could’ve came here to me and I’d eat this pussy out all the time.” He says, cupping the outside of your thigh. “Wouldn't that be nice...being here with me, right?” He flashes a curious look at you, to which you can’t help but look away in shame anymore. His nose, lips, and chin are all soaked in your juices, and even if he doesn’t seem to mind and even likes it, you can’t shake the feeling that he was able to do so much for you.

Your heavy lidded eyes look up at him, panting uncontrollably, “Karaku...I’m so tired...” your words make the demon freeze, but very quickly turn into a wide smile. He does his best to lick all the cum off his face, even using his fingers to suck off your arousal, laughing a bit at your blissed out expression. Instead of leaving you behind, Karaku sits up with you in his arms, planting a tender kiss on your forehead before leaving your clothes in the dirt.

“Come on, don’t fall asleep now. We still have much to do, puny hashira. I can’t wait to experience new things with you.”

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kurooandkenmasslut · 1 year

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TENGEN UZUI X WIVES X PREGNANT!READER !!

Cake!

Notes: s/n means 'sons name'

"Don't you dare move a muscle (name)!" Tengen, your husband called. He has been keeping his eyes on you for the past 8 months, especially since you were expecting in a few days. You didn't cook like you always did with hinatsuru, your co-wife, and cooking for others seemed like it was her and your kinda thing.

Hinatsuru told you to lay down and not to stand to hurt your 'poor legs.'

"Hina, what are you making for dinner? Im kinda cravin- argh-" "(name), are you okay?" "(NAME)!" your co-wife called you in alarm, suma, asking if you were okay, even though it was painfully obvious that you were indeed not okay since your hand was gripping on tightly onto the couch and sweat dripping down your temple.

"I'll call tengen! TENGEN!!!" suma screamed, but then got hit on the head by your co-wife, makio, and told her to stop yelling and to just go get him. Tengen, his presence known as the 'Sound Hashira/Pillar' had heard your grunt of pain from a mile away and has been running down the stairs quickly.

"U-uhm guys? I-I think.." you stammered. It was happening. You were gonna give birth to you, tengen and your wives baby. Tengen put his arms under your legs and his other arm on your back. "Girls, I have to take her to the butterfly estate, quickly." He said, his voice wavering in slight worry for what your about to go through. He sent his flashy, fast, and serious crow to the butterfly estate, notifying his presence. He was deadly fast, almost flying to the estate.

"Tengen!" You groaned. "Yes yes I know my dear, we're almost there, just a minute and then we'll be there!" He said, his legs moving faster than he's ever did before. He stayed true to his word because you two did arrive less then a minute later, the doors slammed open, shinobu's lavender eyes searching for something, and that something is you and tengen. As soon as she saw you, she called the other nurses working there and they rushed into the room they prepared for you. The pain was bad, you were groaning non stop, and tengen hated seeing you in pain. He'd do anything to spare you some pain.

He bit his lip nervously, they took you out of his arms and laid you down onto the bed. You clutched tengens hand tightly, slightly prepared for what's about to happen.

"Just a few more pushes (name)!" Shinobu said, it was so overwhelming for you. You yelled, screamed out in pain. "Push (name)! You can do it!" "You can do it honey! Just keep going!" All the yelling stopped and for a second, it was quiet. But the silence ended with a baby crying loudly. You groaned out in relief.

"It's a... boy!" Shinobu announced, everyone cheered in the room while you mentally cheered, too exhausted to even speak, nevermind a cheer. "I'll go wash him now and give you some time alone." She said, smiling eith her eyes closed. You two nodded before all the nurses left the room, one asking if you needed anything just to call.

You were exhausted, but you opened your eyes again and looked at tengen, his face showed love. His eyes glimmered with tears, his mouth pointing upwards showing his gorgeous white teeth. His thumb gliding over your knuckles softly. His fuchsia eyes looking- no, admiring your face. He took his other hand and wiped away your tears.

"You did amazing, my love." He mumbled, which made you have a silly smile on your face. Shinobu came back with your baby washed, him sleeping soundly. You softly gasped at the small baby, although you never seen him until now, you've always loved him. And your sure you and tengen and your co wives do too.

Talking about them, someone knocked on the door three heads popping out of the door once tengen said that they could come in.

"(Name)!!!!" Suma cried, your sure she cried more tears then you did. Makio slapped her arm and she yelped and ran to tengen. Hinatsuru calmly walked over to you and sat on the edge of the bed, her violet eyes filling with tears once she saw him. The sight of you in a hospital gown (don't ask me how you got in it) and the newborn in your arms just made her tear up. Suma and Makio walked over to you and also took in the sight. Suma tried to hold in her cries while makio teared up. Suma laid down next to you cuddling to your side.

"Tengen." "Yes my dear? Do you need anything?" Tengen got up, ready to go out and ask the nurse to whatever you wished.

"Do you wanna hold him first?" That question shocked him, it made his legs weak. He nodded firmly before taking his trembling legs and over to you where you were lying. Your wives had moved out of the way, watching the most important moment of their lives happening before them. Tengen reached his arms out, and you placed your son into his arms. He brought him over more closer to him.

"Hey little guy.." He cooed. "So this is the little troublemaker that has been making my wife distressed huh?" He scolded in a whisper way. He looked up at his wives, they already knowing what they mean. Hinatsuru was first, he placed him into her arms, and he started waking up.

"Hes got your eyes, tengen." Hinatsuru mumbled and Tengen grinned. "Well of course, he's my boy after all." he bragged and you laughed. Tengen looked over at you. Suma was next, and she cooed and cooed over him. "Awhhh!! Just look how big and adorable his eyes look! Kyaa!!" She squealed. And last but not least, was makio. He started playing with her fingers. Suma was beside her and looking closely at his face. Big mistake. He then poked her eye with his small finger, making suma recoil. "I like him!" Makio grinned, and suma sulked.

Then tengen looked over at you. "Dear, you should rest, your exhausted." He mumbled and kissed the side of your head. You nodded before drifting off into a deep slumber.

TIMESKIP!

Your son, s/n, was 2 years old today, so you and your wives started decorating the house before tengen and your son came back. Hinatsuru was a few months pregnant, so she couldn't do much, but you and your wives were still very appreciative of her effort.

The plan was that tengen would take s/n out in the town and do some fun stuff with him for a few hours and then you and your co wives would decorate and make the cake.

"oi! Suma! Your doing that wrong dumby! You aren't supposed to put that in yet!" Makio scolded suma and hit her on the head, which made suma cry out in pain. "Ladies, please stop yelling, hina is sleeping." You said, you took the role of hinatsuru on trying to get them to stop messing.

Suma clutched onto your arm. "(Name) (name) (name)!!!! MAKIO'S BULLING ME!!" she squealed. You just patted her head and told them that the cake needed to be in the oven now. You and makio started decorating the cake while suma did some touches to the house decoration.

You heard some ringing, sort of like beads clashing together. But to your relief, it wasn't tengen, it was his crow. "Message from tengen uzui! Ahem.. I am on my way home with s/n! I know as soon as I enter our flashy home, it's gonna be even flashier! S/n is very excited!" The crow read aloud. As soon as you heard that he's coming home, your mind started a small panic and you rushed into making the writing for the cake.

The front door opened. And s/n looked about in darkness and hung onto tengens neck. Tengen entered the kitchen and turned on the lights, and him and s/n got a fright because you, suma, makio and hinatsuru were hiding behind the counter. Makio and you laughed at their reaction.

"Yayayayaya! This cake is delicious! I love cake, I love cake, I love cake.." suma sang and it seemed like s/n seemed to catch on because..

"Cake!" He squealed. Silence. You all stared at him in shock. "C..Cake?" You mumbled and teared up. You then rook s/n to your side and started smiling as teared rolled down goir cheeks. "He said his first word! He said it!" You weeped. You were happy but then a tad bit sad that he didn't say mama first.

S/n smiled and giggled. "Cake Cake cake cake cake!" He ranted and you all laughed. Tengen went close to your ear. "Wanna make another one?" He whispered silently and grinned, making you all red. "OI I HEARD THAT!" suma and makio screamed. "Hey hey hey! I was joking!" But was he really? He glanced over at you and winked, yep, he definitely was not joking.

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degeneratehourss · 1 year

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After many years and hundreds of pages worth of fanfiction, I'm excited to announce that I'm opening a Patreon (18+ ONLY)! If you like what I do and enjoy my smut, please consider supporting me <3

There are two tiers, one of which gives you early access while the other gives you a chance to suggest a prompt and if it gets the most likes in the comments, I shall write it (along with a few other benefits)!

I will largely be posting on my patreon the future chapters of my Genshin fics along with new, super smutty stories (One of which is almost over and will be up on my Patreon very soon *cough* kamisatocest *cough*).

This does not mean that my fanfiction will be behind a paywall. I will continue to post my chapters and drabbles for free as usual on AO3 and Tumblr. This is just something extra for those of you who'd like to support me while also getting early access to new chapters (generally two to three weeks before I upload it to AO3), answer polls that will influence next chapters, sneak peeks, random drabbles and pdf file downloads of all chapters.

I am uploading chapters one by one and will be putting them up daily. As of now, I have a few of the Mondstad men's chapters up, a poll as well as a sneak peek for the next Lumine Harem chapter. I'll keep updating regularly and provide you all with the smutty content we all deserve <3

I love writing but what I love more is sharing it with all of you. The feedback and community I feel I have after starting these series have been so lovely and brings me lots of joy and motivates me to continue writing. Please consider supporting me and all the hard work I put into my fics and I promise I won't disappoint <3

(Please consider reblogging as it would help a lot. If you have any questions, feel free to DM me or send in an ask! If you read all the way here, I love you!)

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ladykibutsuji · 10 months

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Human! Muzan Kibutsuji Headcanons

SFW | NSFW

• Premise: You are the beloved wife of Muzan Kibutsuji, although it was a arranged marriage your love for Muzan Kibutsuji was real. so what is it exactly like being his wife?

{SFW}

- Muzan always hated the fact that he have a sickness that is almost impossible to cure so he is always mad about it leading to him having such a nasty personality.

- He mostly takes his anger out on his own Servants and his doctor to whom he refer to as 'Fraudulent Doctor'

- In the beginning, Muzan despised you and didn't want to be near you.

- "Why the fuck do I even need a wife? She's as useless as the servants!"

- You dislike his nasty personality but you also understood that he's only mad about his illness that he takes his anger out on others.

- Despite Muzan's cruel words and actions, you have continued to look after him no matter how hard he tries to push you away.

- But as time goes on, Muzan started to appreciate the love and care that he is receiving from you

- And eventually he developed feelings for you

- He'd still be tough on you, but not so tough.

- Sometimes when he notices how tired you are, he wouldn't say cruel words towards you like what he usually does but instead he would be quiet

- In the end, you would notice that he's too quiet so you started asking him questions if he's okay

- He would get mad at you for asking such a question

- "Do I look okay? I have a fucking illness you dumb woman! just shut the fuck up and rest for the day"

- His sentence got you confused, You don't even know whether he's being cruel or nice

- When it comes to drinking medicine, he would make a huge fuss over it saying that it wouldn't even work but when it's you he would just drink it quietly he would still roll his eyes at you though or let out a 'tch' sound

- He only wants YOU to take care of him and refuses to let anyone else to take the spot

- the only time he lets anyone else do it is when you are sick

- since his body is weak he couldn't really take you out on fancy dates

- but sometimes when he feels like having a date with you he would make his servants cook and prepare a romantic table just for the two of you at home

- Muzan's favorite thing to do is to cuddle with you, he won't admit it but he really enjoys your company and touch

- although he wouldn't really ask directly, he would stare deeply into your eyes in silent with a >:| face

- "Do you need anything?"

- "You already know what I want"

- Aside Muzan's nasty personality, he also have a soft personality that only YOU have access to

- When muzan can't sleep at late night, you and him would have a conversation about life and would often be joking around with each other

- "Would you find someone else if I died?"

- "Don't say stuffs like that, You will survive you just have to believe in yourself"

- "Don't be so dramatic Y/N. it's just a what if, I want to hear your honest answer."

- "No, I don't want to... I'd rather stay at your grave for hours!"

- "Just hours?"

- "No, I'll live in your grave"

- "Good"

- That conversation right there is one of the rare moments you have with him since 99% of the time he's an asshole to you and his servants mostly his doctor

- "Y/N, When my illness is gone. I promise to give you the best life you deserve."

{NSFW}

- DICK: 4 soft, 6'5 erected (Length), 6 in girth, curved upward, Veiny, hairy and tip color is ff9999

- He whimpers

- He's more submissive than dominant due to his body being weak

- You are the one who initiates

- His favorite part of sex is his dick getting sucked on by you

- He likes shoving his cock all the way down your throat

- And he thinks that you are really pretty with his cock on your mouth

- "f-fuck y/n. . . You're sucking it so good~"

- Since he has low stamina you are usually the one on top and the sex position you often do is Cowgirl and Reverse cowgirl

- While doing cowgirl his hands would be on your boobs playing with your nipples or sometimes they are just placed at your thighs giving them a squeeze

- If it's reverse cowgirl his hands would be on your hips and just like cow girl they would also be on your thighs

- You would bounce on his cock while he whimpers and begs you for more

- "ah~....ha~ ...pl-please more"

- Seeing muzan beg for more was amusing so you would tease him about it

- "Please what? Use your words my love~"

- He would get annoyed and grunt but greed took over him wanting more and more, he couldn't get enough of you so he would give in to your tease

- "Please Y/N...Please give me more of you"

- "Good boy~"

- And this is where you would bounce faster

- Muzan doesn't really use nicknames in sex because he's not really that sort of a romantic guy so he mostly just calls you by your own name

- And Muzan doesn't want any nicknames from you

- However you threatened that you would stop moving when he doesn't accept the nickname "Good boy" so he had no other choice but to accept the nickname you gave him

- When cumming he prefers to shoot it inside of you, into your mouth or all over your face.

- "Fuck... I'm close"

- If it's inside of you: he would tightly grip on your hips or thighs

- If it's into your mouth: He would ask you to stop bouncing and to suck his dick, after doing so he would have a tight grip on your hair forcing your mouth all the way down while his seed overfilled your mouth

- If it's on your face: He also would ask you to stop bouncing so he could pull out and come in your face, after cumming in your face he would cupped your cheeks admiring the mess he made

- He could only go for 1-2 rounds so if you are left unsatisfied and still wanting more he would just offer you to ride his face

- Poor muzan's dick was so exhausted after just 1 round

- "Seriously woman? Are you fucking trying to drain me?"

- "Please?"

- Muzan's greatest weakness was YOU, he couldn't refuse your request with that cute face of yours

- Too bad his dick was already exhausted so he offers another way to please you

- "Fuck you woman, Just ride my face and after this go kill yourself"

- Aftercare is important in sex but muzan is too weak to move on his own so you have to be the one taking care of him

- After having a warm bath together and putting on some comfy clothes You would bring in some foods for you and Muzan to eat together.

- After eating, Muzan will offer to let you cuddle with him to which you always Accepts and never once have refused.

- "I hate you but I also love you, but I still hate you more"

- "I love you most"

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usetheeauthor · 1 year

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Anyway here’s my enmu x reader story since tumblr wants to randomly block it from the tags. Check it out on my blog or the link in the comments.

Fic linked here

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artsycervidae · 3 months

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Chapter 8 of Moksha is up

It's a fight scene. Gyutaro v. Hinata.

Also special thanks to my readers. I've nearly broken the 50,000 word count.

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acacia-may · 1 year

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Take Care Of Yourself Masterlist (And Links to All Chapters)

Masterlist with Links to All Chapters of my "Take Care of Yourself" story 💙💜

Story Summary:

Aspiring Demon Slayer Giyu Tomioka is on a quest to prove himself, and he doesn't think it matters too much what happens to him in the process. When he winds up in the hospital again, however, he discovers there is someone who does.

Giyu & Shinobu's relationship through the years and an origin story of how they became friends.

Story Details:

Fandom: Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba

Genre: Friendship, Developing Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Angst

Relationships: Giyu Tomioka & Shinobu Kocho Friendship (though I suppose you could take it in a romantic way if you really wanted it to be) [A/N: This story focuses on how their relationship developed over time and how deeply and genuinely they care about each other so how you want to qualify that (platonic or romantic) is really up to you. My intention was to write about their platonic friendship, but I have been told that the final chapter could lean a little more romantic than the others(?) so warnings for that upfront...]

Characters: Giyu Tomioka (POV Character) and Shinobu Kocho. [Kanae Kocho and Sabito are mentioned but do not physically appear in this story. Sanemi Shinazugawa is briefly mentioned once in every chapter as an easter egg for my sister who loves him and encouraged me to write this story in the first place].

Rating: T for Thematic Elements (Please see "Warnings" below for more details)

Warnings: Heavy themes (i.e. grief, emotional trauma, & survivor guilt), mentions of (non-depicted) past deaths, and depiction of injuries as well as some discussion of demon slaying violence related to those injuries. Ch. 3 has some action sequences and mild, non-gory/non-graphic depictions of demon slaying. All chapters contain SPOILERS for and through Ch. 131 of the manga. Ch. 3 & Ch. 4 contain vague spoilers from and through Ch. 163 of the manga and some related foreshadowing.

Word Count: 7573 Total

Link to original post on AO3. Please do not repost to another site.

CHAPTER LINKS (TUMBLR):

CHAPTER 1 LINK

Chapter Description: Aspiring Demon Slayer Giyu Tomioka is on a quest to prove himself, and he doesn't think it matters too much what happens to him in the process. When he winds up in the hospital again, however, he discovers there is someone who does.

Chapter Specific Warnings: Chapter 1 contains spoilers through Ch. 131 of the Kimetsu no Yaiba/Demon Slayer manga so please proceed with caution if you do not want to be spoiled.

CHAPTER 2 LINK

Chapter Description: Though Giyu tries to take Shinobu's words to heart and take better care of himself, there is only so much someone can do when facing a Lower Moon. When he winds up in the hospital again, Giyu is sure he has disappointed her and waits for her lecture about how he didn’t listen to a word she had said—but it never comes. It seems Shinobu is avoiding him. Somehow this is worse…

Chapter Specific Warnings: Chapter 2 contains very specific spoilers for Ch. 131 of the manga and mentions/discusses a (non-depicted) past death. Please proceed with caution.

CHAPTER 3 LINK

Chapter Description: On yet another joint mission, Water Hashira Giyu and new Insect Hashira Shinobu face off against a formidable adversary. Shinobu insists that being out in the field with him has she finally understand how he keeps getting all of his injuries. However, as she is getting to know him better, she is becoming more of a mystery to him--buried somewhere beneath what she wants him to see and the grief she tries so desperately to keep hidden...

Chapter Specific Warnings: Chapter 3 contains some action sequences and mild, non-gory depictions of demon slaying with some non-serious/non-life-threatening injuries. Spoilers through Ch. 131 of the manga, and some vague spoilers/foreshadowing through Ch. 163 as well as mentions of a (non-depicted) past character death. Please proceed with caution.

CHAPTER 4 LINK

Chapter Description: When Giyu is injured as part of Hashira Training, he visits Shinobu for the first time in a long time. She patches him up once again--teasing him as always about taking better care of himself, but this time, there is something in her voice when she says "I'm not going to be around to patch you up forever, you know?" that gives Giyu pause and makes him wonder: if Kocho is the one who is always telling him to take care of himself, who is there to tell her the same thing? And would she even listen to them if they did?

Chapter Specific Warnings: Chapter 4 contains spoilers and foreshadowing through Ch. 163 of the manga and has an angsty ending. Apologies in advance for that.

Author's Note: This story's title was inspired by the song "Take Care of Yourself" by Maisie Peters. Links below.

Maisie Peters - Take Care Of Yourself - Lyric Video - YouTube

Thank you so much for reading! 🦋

#giyu tomioka #shinobu kocho #tomioka giyū #kocho shinobu #healthy male female friendships for the win!!#this was intended to be a friendship story but you could take it romantically if you really wanted to #so i'm going to go ahead and tag giyushino just to be safe #giyushino #demon slayer spoilers #kimetsu no yaiba spoilers #demon slayer manga spoilers #kimetsu no yaiba manga spoilers #demon slayer fanfiction #kimetsu no yaiba fanfiction #take care of yourself chapters #thank you for reading #Spotify

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lonely-lost-soul · 7 months

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Day 2: Tengen and Rengoku

Day 2: Threesome

Tengen licked his lips, staring intently at the young lady in the entertainment district's kiosk before him. By his side was his most trusted friend, Rengoku, who seemed to be intently staring at the same woman, the way her hips moved as she walked, her shyness evident as the lady of the house seemed to fix up her hair. Almost scolding her as if she wasn't presentable enough as a lady. Uzui thought the hag couldn't be more wrong, “Are you positive your wives won’t mind that we are here?” The man asked, adjusting his leg slowly, one of his permanent injuries from the battle of Akaza. In his own opinion, he was much better off than Tengen; his friend had lost one of his eyes. But both men were forced into an early retirement from the Demon Slayers due to their injuries. Tengen only laughed, turning to face the man,

“I already told them I’m scoping out another wife, either for me or you." He winked, causing Kyojuro to laugh from his chest, "The main thing they’re not happy about is me returning to this district.” Tengen snorted, hair falling prettily in front of his face, and Rengoku looked at him with a smile,

“If it’s alright with them, then it’s alright with me! So long as everyone is treated with proper respect!” He shouted, pounding a fist to the palm of his hand before reaching forward to tuck a strand of hair behind Tengen’s ear like a good friend would. Tengen snorted, wrapping an arm around his companion,

“If you were a girl. You’d be my fourth wife without a doubt.” Rengokou beamed with pride,

“I’d be honored! And accept without hesitation!”

“Flashy!”

“Excuse me, the lady of the house said you requested me,” Your soft voice spoke, causing them both to turn to look at you. You were even prettier up close than you were from afar, hair elegantly styled, red and gold kimono covering you just as elegantly, makeup placed flawlessly on your cheeks and eyes, “I’m at your service.”

Tengen hummed, better with words than Kyojuro, “Please sit and enjoy a cup of sake with us for now. We paid for the night, relax.” Rengoku shot Tengen a questioning look, knowing they’d spent a lot of money on you. They'd free you from this wretched district if all went well tonight. You looked slightly surprised at the offer and moved to sit down, “Pretty thing, not there in between us.” Rengoku saw your cheeks burn as you sat beside the two men; Tengen leaned back with a grin, bringing sake to his lips, “What’s your name?”

You told them your first name, fluttering your pretty eyelashes at the both of them. “I’m Rengoku Kyojuro; if we are going by first names, feel free to call me Kyojuro!” He chipped, grinning fondly at the woman, “This is Uzui.” The silver-haired man winked, “We’re here to make love to you!”

“H-huh?” You sputtered, and Tengen spat out his drink, choking on it, “I-I mean…” You smile shyly, “That’s quite the demand.”

“Kyo-” Tengen hissed, pressing his fingers to his nose, “Do you even know subtly? So unflashy?”

“No!” He hummed proudly, “The best way to communicate your point is directly and honestly! This also gives our little spark room to decline if she needed to.” Tengen couldn’t deny that point; they weren’t monsters. After all, you’d always have a choice. “Will you spend the night with us?”

You eyed the two men before you; they were former demon slayers. Even in casual clothes, word spread about the silver-haired man who solely saved this district from two demons and the man with hair of fire who saved all the innocents on the Mugen Train. Honestly, you couldn’t say no to them, not that you wanted to; these men were probably the two most attractive men you’ve ever encountered. “Yes,” you nodded, “it would be my pleasure.”

“Not your pleasure, little one,” Tengen hummed, kissing your hand softly, “It’s truly our pleasure to be accepted by a beauty such as you.” He delighted in how your face turned a beautiful color as you were flustered. “Come, let's go somewhere a little more private,” He purred, helping you to your feet before turning to his friend and helping him stumble.

“Ah, my apologies.” Rengoku smiled nervously, “My legs aren’t what they used to be, I'm afraid. But I assure you my performance regarding intimacy is not hindered.”

“Kyojuro.” Uzui groaned, “She did not need to know that. I’m sure she wasn’t questioning your sexual prowess.” Both men stopped as you giggled, opening the door to the private room, the kimono falling off your shoulders seductively. Exposing your shoulder blades and the swell of your breasts, Tengen shut up almost immediately, eyes training down your body.

“Beautiful!” Kyojuro praised, hobbling into the room, hands finding your waist, and you helped to balance him as he stumbled into you. “You’re beautiful!” His eyes burned like fire; staring into your own, he captured your lips in a quick kiss, and your cheeks flushed.

“I’m sure you could find prettier girls here, but thank you-” You squeaked, feeling the other man’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind. His hair tickled your cheeks as his chin rested on your head,

“Is that self-depreciation I hear?” Uzui mused from behind you, his hands slowly moving up to slide up to cup your breasts tenderly, “because you’re the only one here who caught our eye.” His large hands palmed your breasts, massaging them and causing you to lean against his body. “This is perfect, you are perfect, right Kyo?”

“Absolutely!” Kyojiro hummed as Tengen slid your kimono down, exposing yourself to the men before you. The room's cold air made your nipples perk up as Kyojiro buried his face between them; his warm lips against your skin made you shiver. “I never wanna leave,” He purred, squishing his head between your chest and pressing kitten kisses to the sensitive area, causing you to mewl.

“Look at you. Enjoying yourself?” Tengen snickered as you looked up at him through wet lashes,

“Y-yes-” You breathed, stretching your neck up, “kiss me?”

“You don’t need to ask twice.” Uzui leaned down to capture your lips with his own, and his lips were skilled as his tongue slipped inside your mouth. You groaned against him as your tongues battled for dominance; yours was easily overpowered. Your fingers tangled themselves in Rengoku’s hair, and the embodiment of sunshine purred, biting the skin on your breasts. You moaned hotly as he trailed marks across your chest, allowing your kimono to open fully as he continued his way downward toward your core. You pulled away from Tengen’s lips to choke out a moan, feeling Rengoku’s tongue prod at your entrance. He hissed a little, trying to settle on his bad knee, and Tengen clicked his tongue, “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“I’m not; this is worth it.” Kyo grinned and attacked your center like a man starved; you tossed your head back and moaned with delight. Uzui had to catch you as your legs melted against Rengoku’s mouth and tongue.

“He has no self-preservation truly,” Tengen mused, watching you squeeze your legs around his comrade's head, which only egged him further, his fingers coming up to massage your clit. “You’re just that intoxicating, lovely,” His mouth latched itself onto your neck, nipping and kissing at the sensitive spots there, which only fueled your moans louder. Kyojiro pulled away, lips glistening with your arousal,

“Umai!” You giggle, hands gently threading through his flame-colored hair, “Uzui!’ He shouted, “She’s close may I make her cum on my tongue?”

“Don’t ask me; ask the lady you’re eating out.” Kyo looked at you with the most enormous puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen,

“Yes. Please let me cum, Kyo.” Kyojiro grinned before looking at Tengen, who rolled his eyes. He knew what that look meant. You won’t be able to continue after Rengoku had his way with you, but it was fine you were coming back with them after all; you can cum on his cock another time. With a nod from Uzui, he dove back in between your legs; you moaned hotly as you felt his fingers begin to pump in and out of your pussy working in tandem with his tongue. You felt warm pressure as you yelped a little, standing up straighter, riding Kyojiro’s mouth. His fingers started heating up inside you, and your legs trembled in ecstasy.

“That’s what he does,” Tenegn purred, “use his breathing technique to last a while, heating his fingers for maximum pleasure.” Uzui continued to play with your breasts, pinching your nipples between his fingers and enjoying the loud sounds you made against his shoulder. “You feel it, don’t you? His tongue works wonders inside your throbbing pussy, the heat as you clench on Kyo’s face.” You could only nod as Rengoku’s fingers found the spongy spot inside you and began to pound into it repeatedly with his fingers. Wet sounds of pleasure filled the room as you shuddered, coming around the man’s face with a cry, suffocating the man between your thighs. This time when Rengoku pulled away, he looked horny and dizzy, with a red face,

“Holy. Shit.” a shit-eating grin spread across his lips, “You almost killed me between your thighs. What a way that would’ve been, aye Uzui?”

“Lucky bastard.” Tengen scoffed as you lay limp against his muscular body, shuddering in the aftershocks of your orgasm. “Let’s rest now, little one; we can continue in the morning.”

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