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nichirinpen · 2 years

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Gentle Hands With Rough Palms

AkazaxReader

Can also be read here on Ao3

Synopsis- You work for a local temple and one night come face to face with its God

Content Warning- AFAB reader descriptions, Smut, cunnilingus, Edging, vaginal penetration

~Minors DNI~

The moon was just a sliver. Its faint light did nothing against the midnight blue of the night. The trees rustled gently with the cool breeze that curled through the night. You yawned quietly, rubbing the grit of sleep from your eyes. Dawn was nearly 3 hours away, its warm rays would soon peak over the forest top and bathe everything in gold. But until then, you had to light the lanterns. Pulling your sweater tighter about your form, you shuffled from the temple, lighter in hand. The lanterns in question lead through the wooded path from the entrance of the temple all the way to the main park. It was an old temple, hundreds of years old, the once vibrant wood old and creaking with the night wind. It had once been frequented by hundreds of people, all coming to pray to a local deity. But now, in its old age, it was nearly forgotten. You lifted a hand to the first lantern, carefully lighting the small white candle that sat within the ancient stone structure. One down, 14 more to go. They were placed at 6 foot intervals, so not too far of a walk. But at the dead of night? You were feeling too sleepy, the cold of the night nipping at your skin with tiny icy teeth.

Shuffling to the next lantern you sighed. This was a part time job you had accepted, being in college and low on cash it had seemed a perfect fit for your schedule. The owner of the temple was a kind older man, he was blind which is why you were hired. A fall had convinced him that while he knew the path to the temple in his heart, the clutter of sticks and leaves from the surrounding trees made it too dangerous to take the walk anymore. You lit the next lantern, thinking old old Mr.Yamamoto. You’d have to call his daughter once it was a more reasonable time. He had left candles lit again by the talismans and while you couldn’t blame him for keeping tradition, you knew if one caught fire, the dry wood of the temple would be soon to follow. The old temple was his pride and joy and you would hate to see it become another late night news story.

The third lantern was lit and you sighed, stretching slightly. You’d have to pick up the pace, the senior citizens who like to pray first thing in the morning sometimes had a habit of being at the temple ridiculously early. Hence the lanterns being lit to show their path. Just a week ago little Mrs. Takahashi had berated you for not being quick enough to light the way for her. You chuckled sourly, lighting the 4th lantern. She had given you a nice melon bun for breakfast though that day so the little lecture was worth the prize.

Lighting the 5th lantern you paused, head turning as you glanced into the forest. Something has moved, a slight cracking sound as if someone had stepped on and broken a twig. Your eyes flitted from one dark shape to another, the low light of the lanterns barely pushing back against the dark of the forest. Their light was enough to show the path in a warm glow, but the surrounding woods still teemed with the dark of the night. Slowly you moved to the next lantern, your chest tight for some reason. It felt like someone was watching you. An odd sensation and one that you couldn’t shake. It sat in your stomach, the back of your neck prickling. Cold sweat trailed down your back lightly and you shivered, hand shaking slightly as you lit the 6th lantern. The hairs on your arms and neck rose slightly as fear churned in your chest. It was most likely nothing, plenty of deer and racoons lived in these woods. Heck you had seen them many a night, taking from the offerings temple goers left for their little deity. But they didn’t give you this feeling.

You lit the 7th, 8th and 9th lanterns quickly, eyes darting about as you shivered. Only a few more to go, then back into the temple and you could give it a quick sweep and tidy up for Mr. Yamamoto. You paused mid step towards the next lantern, heart beating crazily. It was so loud you were sure the sound was audible in the dead silent of the night.

That wasn’t right . The small thought rang through your mind as you took a slow step forward. You froze, listening. All you could hear was your heart. There was no chirp of crickets, no buzz of early morning cicadas. Not even the call of an owl or lone fox. The woods were dead silent as if they too were holding your breath. Turning slowly on the spot, you searched around you slowly, eyes straining in the dark. Mr. Yamamoto had warned you of bears and boars, two creatures he had warned were not to be trifled with. His daughter, on the other hand, had advised that the last sighting of either creature was decades ago and that the area was considered more of a safe haven for smaller, gentle woodland creatures. But animals didn’t abide by fence posts or signs. Something large could have wandered in, could have taken up residence in the temple grounds. Boars didn’t stalk their prey as far as you knew. They were dangerous sure but only if you were stupid and aggrivated them. Bears on the other hand, you weren’t so sure.

What if it's a person? It was a nasty little thought that sent a shock through your system. The lighter shook in your hand, the little flame dancing wildly. That made no sense. The temple goers knew you, knew Mr. Yamamoto. There was no reason for any of them to be shy. Hell half the old ladies seemed to enjoy their daily waddle over to ask you when you would find a good husband.

What if it's someone who was just watching, always watching ?

You shook your head to clear the thought, lighting the next lantern. The sooner you were done, the sooner you could go back to your apartment and rest. Then classes, you frowned at the thought of the day's schedule. You had too much shit to do today to worry about a twig snapping in the forest. Except it happened again as you lit the 10th lantern and again on the 12th and then on the 15th. The sound seemed to be closer each time. You stood at the top of the path, the final lantern’s light glowing softly. Behind you was the city, the park path that was well lit, the distant sounds of the city waking up. The moon hung over the trees, a tiny cat claw in the sky. You stared up at it for a moment, your brain shaking off the last vestiges of sleepiness.

And a lantern went out. Down the path, lantern 5 or 6 judging by the distance. A cold chill froze you. It could be the wind. It was a windy night after all, but the stone lanterns had been carved in such a way that it would have to be a very precise gust of wind.

You chewed your bottom lip, inhaling shakily as you stared at the dark spot that was a missing point of light. You had to go back that way regardless. But something in your gut was churning, nervous, afraid. Carefully, you began to walk back, each step felt heavy as if your feet were stuck in molasses. A cool breeze ruffled your hair, the chill making goosebumps erupt across your skin. The lantern was growing closer and you shivered. Eyes dancing from shape to shape in the dark forest. You were at the 5th lantern and lit it swiftly, heart hammering a fevered beat in your chest. A moment of silence and you began to relax. It was fine.

Except it wasn’t. Out of the corner of your eye, one of the dark shapes among the trees moved. You wiped your head around, staring dumbfounded at the man who stepped out. He was gaunt, hunched, shallow cheeks dusted a murky red. His stringy hair hung in front of dark, fishlike eyes. You recognized him, a man who had been coming to the temple a lot. He hung around, always there, always somehow in your way. You had brushed it off, a lot of lost people frequented the temple, it was not your place to judge anyone or their appearance. But you had been stupid, you grit your teeth, hand tightening around the lighter. He had set off the alarm bells and you had ignored each one to be a good little shrine keeper.

The man stood, swaying slightly as he stared at you. He was standing in such a way that the path to the park was blocked, you’d have to pass him to get there. The temple was behind you and you thought of the heavy wooden doors, the large plank that could be used to close them and keep the shut. It was too heavy for you to lift of course, but there were chairs. If you were quick enough.

He took a step forward and your body reacted immediately, a single step back. Like a dance. There was a knife in his hand you realized dully, the thought like a lazy breeze. Could you out pace him? Sure he had about a foot on you, but he was shaking, clearly unwell.

“You never speak to me.”

You took another step back as he spoke, the words twisting through the air like a snake. The knife shook in his hand and you wondered briefly if perhaps you could disarm him. But no the thought was stupid, his grip was white knuckled, tight. Another step forward for him and one step back for you.

“I was never rude, never mean.” More words, you barely registered them through the panic that was slicing through your mind. Thoughts of escape raced through your head, through the woods? Might be your best bet. It would throw him off. Each step he took was like a guide, he was purposeful. Your greasy stalker was trying to corral you at the temple.

To the right, 7 miles of forest, part of a nature preserve, no one would be there. To the left about a mile of trees and then a river, too fast and deep to cross safely. Behind the shrine, your heart leapt, a mile of woods and then Mr. Yamamoto’s house. He had a phone, a son-in-law who lived just a few yards up the street who was a martial arts nut. Potential safety, if you could outpace the man who was inching closer to you.

Another step back and you were at the 4th lantern. 24 feet away from the Temple, you had to be patient, wait till the 3rd lantern, just to be safe.

“You never said anything to me.” Your voice was low and shaky, the panicked racing of your heart apparent in every word. The man looked surprised at your response, then his brows pulled down into a thunderous expression. He looked furious, lips pulled back in a grimace as his teeth clacked together.

“YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO ACKNOWLEDGE ME FIRST!”

You flinched at the words, taking several steps back as he rushed forward. He stopped and you stiffened as the back of your right hand tapped against cold stone. The 3rd lantern was at your side. You had to run now, you couldn’t allow him to push you into the Temple. So the answer was how to buy just a few seconds of time, a small head start. You had to anger him, the lines of his gaunt body were tense, you could see how close he was to snapping. It was clear he meant to kill you, possibly do even worse things. There was no way any rational thought was running through his mind.

“Why would I?”

The question was like a match. You could see the fuse being lit as his eyes widened and lips turned down into a snarl. The man howled and you turned, taking off. There was no time to look back, only push forward. How fast could you run a mile?

Your feet carried you past the last two lanterns and you veered quickly, turning left, away from the temple door. Your heart was beating crazily and you looped quickly around the side of the shrine, shaking breaths dragging from your lungs painfully. He was following, you could hear it. His howled curses too close for comfort. Could he reach you with the knife?

No looking back, not yet. You willed your legs to move faster, willed your heart to not give out. You knew you had only been running for a few seconds but it felt like eternity.

‘If I get out of this alive, I will bring the temple god a gift every day. I swear! ’ The thought ran through your mind like a mantra as you dodged trees and leapt over low brush. Rouge branches scratched at your clothes, tugging as if trying to hold you back. You couldn’t hear your attacker and glanced back to see if he was still in pursuit. He was, slightly farther back, a relief.

But the action was a mistake, you realized it too late. As you turned forward again, you ran face first into a trunk. The world spun for a moment, a high pitched ringing buzzing through your head. Your vision felt blurry, a warm sensation spreading across your face. It turned into a painful stinging, you raised a hand slowly, fingers gently probing at your forehead. Your fingers came away covered in blood. You stared dizzily, blinking rapidly as you tried to ground yourself. The world seemed dim and as you swayed you realized that blood was blurring your vision.

‘Head wounds do bleed a lot.’ You thought dumbly, blinking rapidly against the stinging warmth in your eyes.

The ringing in your ears lessened and your gaze snapped up at the viscous howling. It was your pursuer, red faced and sweating buckets, he had finally caught up to you. The fog in your head lifted slightly as a jolt of panic sliced through you. It was too late, he was closing in too fast. Could you even run anymore? Just feet away, the hand holding the knife above his head awkwardly. So close that you could see the scattered hairs on his chin. And then he was gone.

You blinked, swiping your hand across your eyes to try and clear your vision. He was not gone, your attacker was on his back, several feet away, as if he had been thrown. Or rather punched, you blinked at the pale fist that had appeared out of nowhere over your shoulder.

‘He has blue fingers.’ You turned to look at the fist’s owner, wincing as a bolt of pain shot through your neck. A strange sight met your gaze. A man stood, smiling gently at you. He had bright pink hair and was covered face, chest and arms, in tattoos. The man’s eyes were a striking gold color, like the morning sun right after dawn. You swayed slightly hand pressing to the gash on your forehead in an attempt to stem the blood flow. He withdrew his fist, gaze unwavering as he assessed the damage done. You in turn took in his strange look, confusion tickling in your head. Was this Mr. Yamamoto’s martial arts son-in-law? You didn’t think so, but the loose white pants he was wearing seemed to be at least half of a martial arts uniform. It was all that he had on though, no top, no shoes and you raised your eyebrows at his tattooed toes. The man was dedicated to the tattoo life it seemed, you wondered if perhaps they had a religious meaning.

“Here.” You lifted your gaze at his smooth voice, staring dumbly as he ripped a chunk of fabric from the bottom of his pants. Taking it with a shaking had you pressed it to your forehead, blinking at him.

“Thank you?” It sounded like a question and you registered how shaky your voice was. Hell your whole body was. It was like you had drunk a gallon of coffee but this was worse, your muscles felt like rubber. The adrenaline that had helped you run had worn off it seemed. He nodded, his smile never slipping. Walking around you, he made his way quickly to the very unconscious man. The sight seemed to anger him, the air shifting oddly around him as he crouched. He was saying something, lips moving as he tapped a finger on the stringy man’s forehead. You couldn’t tell what he was saying, but suddenly the attacker was up, sprinting towards the park path. You gasped, hand raising slightly in protest. What about the cops? He had to be reported!

Your savior walked back over to you, taking your chin in his large hand and tilting your head up. You felt your breath catch as he leaned in, your heart beating rapidly. His eyelashes were pink as well, he had some serious dedication to the color. You felt your cheeks flush at his closeness, eyes flitting between his lips and the odd amber of his eyes.

“My name is Akaza.”

You blinked, then told him your name, feeling slightly confused. Akaza nodded, turning your head left then right slowly as if inspecting the damage done. One blue finger prodded gently at your forehead, his calm smile slipping slightly as he frowned at the shallow wound.

“What year is it?”

You told him, realizing he was checking for a concussion. ‘I should go to the hospital.’ You thought, heart sinking at the notion. You barely had any time to rest and get ready for classes as is.

Akaza dropped your chin, humming as he rocked back on his heels. “That long huh?”. You blinked up at him confused. Typically the next question was who was in office or how many fingers were being held up. Maybe you had misheard you decided, shivering as a breeze brushed over your form. Akaza took note, extending one heavily tattooed hand. You took it cautiously, following silently as he led you back to the temple. So he was Mr. Yamamoto’s son-in-law, right? He had to be, that was the only thing that made sense. Although you had imagined quite a different man when he had been described to you.

‘ Michiko is so lucky.’ Your eyes took in his broad muscled back and the straight lines of his tattoos, the man was built like a god. He glanced over his toned shoulder at you, the smile still on his face. It was pleasant but starting to unnerve you slightly.

“Who are you?” You asked as you stumbled into the temple. Sure he had told you his name, but hearing that he was someone you knew of would help the ringing in your head. Akaza just smiled at you, his hand tugging you forward. The old wood creaked with each step. You stepped over the one floorboard you knew needed replacing, following Akaza from the main prayer area to the back where Mr. Yamamoto kept the talismans and charms to ward off evil. He stopped in front of what you had been told was the local god's “door”. It wasn't anything more than decorative wood of course, something built centuries ago by the original owners of the temple. It didn’t open and even if it did, it would lead right out to the woods. The flaking paint and worn rope was in need of repair you noted, adding it to your mental list of things to do. It was something you could afford yourself, you decided, the 4 feet of wood would be easy to paint. You looked up at the tattooed man, wondering why he was standing there. There was no first aid in here, Mr. Yamamoto’s temple was small, humble, a shrine to a small god.

“Close, but not quite.” You blinked at Akaza, a brow raised in confusion. He grinned wide, tattooed finger hooking through the worn rope that symbolized a handle. Akaza pulled it and you watched in shock as the small wooden door swung open.

‘I’ve passed out. ’ You rationalized, stumbling after the man as he crouched and somehow crossed the threshold. This was the result of you smashing your head against a tree. No doubt you were crumbled at its base, your weird stalker probably inbound. This was a strange dream, one that only slightly made sense.

Your rambling thoughts were interrupted as you crouched and entered a room, not the woods. It was white, clean and incredibly empty. The small room held just a futon, the light blue snowy pattern standing in contrast with the pale white woods of the rest of the room.

Ok so maybe you had died. You had hit the tree, passed out and were stabbed to death. And now some weird version of death was guiding you into the afterlife. Which looked more like a prison cell than anything else. Maybe you were supposed to sleep on the futon and when you woke up you’d be placed wherever people went when they died. You blinked at your surroundings, mind trying to find any rational reason for what you were seeing.

“You’re not dead shrine maiden”

You looked at the tattooed man, the confusion in your head growing larger. Definitely dead if he was reading your thoughts. Akaza laughed and you frowned at him. He was awfully cheery given that he just punched a man and scared him off.

“I’m not a shrine maiden.”

He hummed, tilting his head, “But you tend to my shrine? What else could you be?”

You gawked at him, “Your shrine?”

Akaza laughed again, smiling bright as he sat on the futon. Patting the spot next to him, he helped you sit. You stared at him, cloth still pressed tight to your forehead. Ok so he wasn’t Death he was a god. Had your mind made up a face for the Shrine God? It made sense given that you passed out near the shrine, your brain was trying to keep you calm or something.

“You’re a god?” It sort of made sense given that this was already feeling like a fever dream. The pink haired man chuckled, leaning in. You held your breath, shivering slightly as his warm breath tickled against your face.

“Do I look like a god?” The question was innocent enough, but the deep tenor he had slipped into his voice felt anything but innocent. You leaned back, trying to avoid looking at the man. Akaza made you feel both hot and cold at the same time. Perhaps it wasn’t him though, you peeled the shred of fabric from your forehead, wincing at the sharp pain. The gash on your forehead seemed to have slowed it bleeding, but pain still throbbed across the skin. You were going to have a nasty bruise under the wound. Akaza’s large hand came up, gently prodding the skin again, his expression serious. You watched quietly, taking him his amber gaze.

“I felt him, you know. His intent. I hadn’t realized it was pointed at you.”

You tilted your head at him, looking questioning. The way he was acting was odd. So he wasn’t a Shrine God. But it was his shrine.

“What are you?” There was no harm in asking. This dream was strange as is, it couldn’t get weirder. Akaza was silent, his hand dropping into his lap as he smiled, yet again. You waited, taking in his calm demeanor, he seemed like he was carefully choosing his answer. Akaza didn’t use words, instead pointing around him at the ceiling and walls. You followed his finger, squinting at the pristine white wood around you. It was like blank sheets of paper, you leaned towards the closet wall, trying to see what he was motioning towards. Tiny talismans, words of protection, etched so thin and fine that you could barely see the writing. You blinked, talismans like this were meant more for demons and malevolent ghosts, not gods. Looking back at Akaza, you motioned to the walls. “You’re a demon?”

That made no sense. If all this talisman writing was here, how did he make it to the woods? A demon shouldn’t be able to get past any of the talismans. You had definitely passed out then you decided. This weird dream was your brain's futile attempt to rationalize hitting a tree like a dumbass.

“I was a demon.” Akaza mused, tapping a blue finger against his chin, “Time and the worship of people can change one's role in the world.”

You frowned at him, shifting slightly as you watched him. “So like, being prayed to and having people tell you their wishes has turned you into…..” You trailed off, hands gesturing about in an attempt to refer to the entire temple, “A Shrine Demon?”

Akaza shrugged, leaning back on his elbows and crossing his ankles. He seemed unbothered by the fact, and unconcerned with your extreme confusion. You watched him for a moment, then stood, swaying violently as the blood rushed to your head. The white room became unfocused for a moment and the roar of blood in your ears became almost deafening. Definitely should get your head checked by a medical professional you thought faintly. Warm hands clasped your waist, pulling you back down onto the futon. You sat without resistance, leaning against Akaza as the room swam back into focus.

“You should rest.” His words were soft in your ear, warm breath tickling your neck. A wave of sleepiness hit you, mixing with the dizziness from your head injury. You nodded silently, allowing the Shrine Demon, God, whatever, tuck you into the futon. Blinking blearily at him, you watched as he clapped his hands, the stark white room dimming to midnight blue. The white lines of talisman and warding remained, stark against the deep blue walls. ‘It’s like I'm floating in the midnight sky’. You thought sleepily, eyes sliding shut as you drifted into sleep.

Your sleep was plagued by half dreams. Hands on your skin, teeth nipping at your neck. All half there, the dreams just out of reach. Nothing solid however, except for strange moments of seeing Akaza’s face, his smile. For something made up by your brain after hitting your head, he was awfully realistic, incredibly good looking.

“OH MY STARS!!”

You jolted up at a loud voice, wincing as your forehead throbbed. Above you was Michiko, her hands fluttering around as she stared down at you. It was morning apparently, the dawn's light streaming through the open temple doors. A small crowd of elderly people stood outside, murmuring to each other. You blinked, looking at the worn brown of the floorboards. The familiar splinters and cracks beneath your fingers. Beside you was the talisman table, candles waiting to be lit. Looking up you took in the God’s Door, closed and as in disrepair as ever.

“Oh geez, you’re bleeding, what happened?!” Michiko was straight up panicking now, her father shuffling forward, his walking cane sliding across the worn floor. You looked at them both, taking a deep breath to calm yourself. It had been a dream, the Akaza part at least. Some how you were alive, in one piece.

“I’m ok.” You sat up, looking at your sweater and the leaves stuck to the sleeves. After hitting your head you must’ve crawled your way back to the shrine somehow. Reaching up you touched your forehead again, your fingers running across stiff fabric. Wincing, you yanked the scrap from your head, staring at it in awe. It was like the scrap Akaza had given you in the dream.

“Mr. Yamamoto?” You looked up at your elderly employer, fingers clenching the stiff blood soaked scrap. The blind man nodded in your direction, waiting for the question.

“Can.” You paused, trying to find the right question, “Does the Shrine god have a name?”

The old man stood thoughtfully, rubbing his wrinkled fingers through his scraggly white beard. His daughter looked between the both of you as if you were both insane. Mr. Yamamoto sighed, shuffling forward a pace and shaking his head, “As far as I know, he has no name. It has been lost to time.”

You nodded, thanking him and standing shakily. Silently you motioned for Michiko to follow you. As much as you trusted Mr. Yamamoto, you didn’t want him to be the one to worry about the strange attacker. As the old man began the morning ritual, you slipped past the small crowd, walking a few feet away so as to not to be overheard. In a quiet tone you quickly told Michiko what had occurred, leaving out the parts with Akaza. The other woman gasped worriedly, hands clutching your sweater as you spoke. When you had finished she sighed, “I am going to talk to father. I can’t believe that happened I am so sorry.”

You nodded quietly as she assured you they would find some other way for you to help the shrine. Despite apparently passing out on the shrine floor, you were tired, your forehead ached and you wanted to have a doctor look at it. Michiko drove you back to your apartment after a stop at a clinic. No concussion which was good, but a pretty nasty bruise and gash. The doctor had been kind enough to give you a mild pain relieving lotion to apply to it. The cool sensation numbing the throbbing to a dull ache. You blinked at your bed, sighing as you finally relaxed. Flopping onto your bed, you slipped into a deep sleep.

When you awoke again night had fallen again. Blinking, you sat up, smacking your lips together. Your mouth was incredibly dry. Your apartment was dark and silent, it was comforting. Sighing, you sat up carefully. The dizziness seemed to have completely passed, you stood without issue, shuffling into your small kitchen to pour a glass of water. Standing at the sink you sighed, looking out at the dark sky and the buildings surrounding your own. Taking a sip of water you felt relief at the cool liquid. You didn’t have to light the temple lanterns tonight, something you were thankful for. But part of you wished you did, it would give you an excuse to poke around the temple and look for clues. Anything to point to if Akaza was just a dream or actually real.

“I’m very real Shrine Maiden.” A warm voice slid into your ear, its owner’s lips brushing your neck. You shrieked, the glass in your hand hitting the sink bottom with a clatter. Turning, you froze, face to face with Akaza. He smiled at you, the same calm smile that seemed to live on his lips. Your heart jackhammered in your chest, the crazy tempo making your hands shake. The Demon paid no mind, leaning back as he looked down at you through pink lashes.

“You prayed to me. Promised a gift every day.” You blinked at his words, thinking back to the early morning chase. It was true, you had promised should you get it out alive to bring the shrine god gifts. Key word however was God. You pointed at him with a trembling finger, “I said Temple God and you said you’re not.”

His eyebrows jumped up in surprise, smile widening to a large grin. Akaza laughed, “Oh you are a tricky one aren’t you.”

You shrugged, watching him warily as the bare chested man paced around your small kitchen, fingers tapping his chin as he watched you from the corner of his eye. It was like being stalked by a lion.

“They might take me off night duty.” You didn’t know why you were telling him this. Akaza stopped his pacing, smile sliding off his face. He seemed upset at the revelation. You waited, holding your breath as he looked at you, expression unreadable.

“I can only come out at night.” Akaza’s voice was low, the tenor of it making you shiver. Rubbing your arms you nodded slowly, thoughtfully. He obviously wanted to see you again, though you weren’t sure it was because of what he had indicated, the promised gifts.

“How can you visit me here?”

Akaza shrugged, leaning back against the kitchen counter as he regarded you with half lidded eyes. “I wish I knew. I just thought of you and here I am.”

That made no damn sense. You frowned at him, pushing away from the sinking and walking back into your bedroom. Maybe he was a dream after all.

“I keep telling you I’m real.” He was at your side again, warm breath in your ear. You shivered, he felt real enough. Looking over your shoulder you took in his closeness. Akaza’s amber eyes danced as he watched you, as if holding in mirth. His tattoos rippling as his muscles twitched, the man seemed incapable of standing still.

“So you say but honestly, between last night and just now, it feels like I just smashed my head and am hallucinating Mr. Hot Guy for no reason.”

The demon’s mouth parted slightly, clearly shocked at your words. Then the smile was back, amber eyes crinkling with amusement. Akaza leaned in, resting his head on your shoulder. You watched him from the corner of your eye, waiting for whatever he had planned. His hot breath tickled your cheek and you suppressed a shiver as he spoke.

“I’ll leave you be. But first, may I have a kiss as today’s present?”

You blinked, turning fully to face him. He seemed serious, amber gaze piercing. Your gaze slid over his odd blue tattoos, his pink lashes and down to his lips. If this was some sort of head injury related dream, where was the harm you decided. Standing in front of him, you stood tip-toed, pressing your lips to his. He stood motionless for a moment, his lips oddly cold against yours. Then in a flurry of movement, his hands were on you, tugging you closer. You gasped into the kiss as he deepened it, his strong hands holding your waist to him. Your hands came up, more so to steady yourself, grabbing his broad tattooed shoulders. Akaza’s hand slid under your sweater, his rough palm running up your back, pressing against your shoulder blade. His kiss was searing hot, tongue lapping against your lips as you shook, trying to steady yourself against him. It was dizzying, your mouth parting slightly as you gasped for air, his tongue slipping in and laving across your teeth, tangling with your own tongue. You clenched your thighs together, arousal pooling low in your stomach as your fingers dug into his shoulders. His kiss was bending you backwards, almost painfully so and yet you found wetness pooling between your legs at a fast pace. If this was a dream you didn’t want it to end just yet. Taking a step backwards, you tugged at Akaza, lips still clashing with his as you slowly moved backwards. The warm skin beneath your hands shifted as his muscles tensed. Akaza followed silently, one hand on your back the other tugging at your waist, thick fingers sliding between your skin and the waistband of your pants. It sent a bolt of arousal through your core, making your knees weak. Thankfully, the back of your thighs hit the edge of your mattress and you let yourself fall back.

It broke the kiss, you gasping as Akaza stood over you, looking down at your panting form. The demon’s pupils were blown wide, his mouth parted slightly as his chest swelled, he was panting slightly. You could see the front of his loose pants tented slightly from arousal. The sight was surprising. Your legs dangled off the edge of the bed as you remained still, staring at the man. Would he take his kiss and leave as he promised? You hoped not, be this a dream or reality, you ached for him. Your breathing was loud in your ears, the only sound in the dark bedroom as you waited.

“Strip for me?” The question was low, barely audible. You sat up on the bed, pulling your sweater over your head and tossing it away, your pants followed suit quickly. Arousal coursed through your veins, mixed with an excitement that had you shaking. In just a bra and underwear you shivered as he moved, kneeling on the bed in front of you. One tattooed finger gestured to you undergarments, “All of it.” His command was hoarse as if the demon was out of breath. You noted his tattooed nipples stood erect, the sight sending a shiver through you. Complying, you carefully removed the last vestiges of your clothing, suppressing another shiver as your nipples hit the cool night air. Akaza stayed still, his amber eyes almost glowing in the dark of the room. You waited with bated breath, thighs rubbing together slightly as you tried to not give in to the arousal, not yet.

A tattooed hand gently pressed against your shoulder, pushing you back into the pillows. You complied silently, thighs falling open to allow him between them. Akaza rested his hands on your knees, staring down at your form. His eyes jumped from your face, to your breast, then slid down to your pussy, the man inhaling sharply before his gaze snapped back up to your face. You smiled at him, nodding your consent to him. Akaza’s grip on your knees shifted, his rough palms sliding beneath your knees and hoisting up. You gasped in surprise, then moaned as his hot breath hit your wet core. His tattooed fingers tightened on your skin as he shuddered, cheek resting on your thigh as he took you in. You waited, almost afraid to move, as if doing so would wake you from this delicious dream. Akaza laughed, “I told you this is no dream. I suppose I can show you as well.”

You jolted in his grip as his hot tongue lapped against your clit. He chuckled as you let out a breathy moan, tongue laving achingly slow against the perky bud. You shuddered as a wave of pleasure rolled through you, thighs shaking slightly as he continued to lick you teasingly. His tongue slid through your wet folds, flicking at your clit with each pass. Akaza hooked your knees over his shoulders, one hand supporting your lower back as you arched against his face. This position felt almost impossible, your back aching slightly from the angle. Akaza chuckled again, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking gently. He seemed amused, licking your wet core slowly as he watched through pink lashes. You writhed against his face, panting slightly as your hips jerked against him trying to chase your release. It was building achingly slow, your stomach hot with arousal as you rutted against the demon’s face. Akaza lifted his head, licking your slick from his lips. You shuddered at the sight, hips still canting slightly.

“May I?” Akaza held his free hand over your pussy, thick fingers waggling teasingly just over your wet folds. You whined, nodding, “Anything.”

His pupils went wider at your response, the smile on his face becoming a smirk as he looked down at you. “Anything my Shrine maiden?”

You nodded again, hips bucking up to try and encourage his fingers to touch you. The demon smiled wide and you noted for the first time that he had fangs. Rather than scare you, it sent a bolt of arousal straight to your core. You could feel the slick of your cunt leaking over your ass. Akaza laughed, his hand coming down, fingers sliding through your slick folds. You shuddered, on hand fisting in the sheets as the other covered your mouth. The rough pads of his fingers created a lovely friction and you felt your orgasm drawing closer. One rough finger circled your entrance teasingly, the thick digit moving achingly slow. You whined, canting your hips up in an attempt to get it to slip in. Akaza seemed to enjoy teasing you, it was both frustrating and erotic. The demon took pity however at your low frustrated moans, his index finger pushing into your dripping cunt as he placed his lips back on your clit. Your thighs shook about his head as he gently sucked on your clit, tongue slipping from between his lips and lapping at your wet folds. The thick finger in your cunt moved at an achingly slow pace, the rough pad of his finger just kissing your G-spot with each thrust. He was doing this on purpose you realized, keeping you just on the edge to watch you writhe. Akaza’s amber eyes seemed unblinking as he took in your arched form, your breasts heaving with each strangled moan.

“Please, Akaza, please.” You whined into the back of your hand, hips bucking up to try and create a faster pace. The demon chuckled, pulling away from your clit with a wet pop. He added a second finger into your aching cunt, the thick digits picking up the pace, pressing into the soft wetness of your G-spot. You felt your release approaching, hips moving to meet his palm as he angled his fingers upwards, curling them against the soft flesh of your cunt. The pace quickened, his fingers hammering into your pussy as you writhed against him. You could feel the familiar tightness in your stomach, your hips moving with his hand as you chased the release. And then he stopped, sliding his fingers out. Your peak was not reached, the closeness of your release fading.

“Akaza! Please!” You fisted both hands in the sheets beneath you, practically sobbing in frustration. The pink haired demon laughed, sliding your legs from his shoulders. You watched through half lidded eyes as he pulled his pants off, tossing the loose white garment aside. Surprisingly, for you at least, his cock was not tattooed. It stood erect and another surprise, uncut. You supposed it made sense however, the demon had been alive for who knows how long. Akaza wrapped his tattooed fingers around his member, pumping slowly as he looked at your dripping cunt. You watched, breathing shallowly as you waited. A line of precum dripped from his cock, Akaza using his thumb to spread it over the tip. You shuddered at the sight, hips canting up unconsciously.

“I want you to come around me.” It was a command, the demon leaning over you, a hand on either side of you. Nodding, you reached up, pulling him in for a kiss. His lips pressed against yours roughly, one hand threading through your hair. Your hands scrambled against his back, pulling him closer as you bucked up against him. The burning head of his cock slid against your wet folds. You moaned into his mouth as he took a breast with his free hand, pinching the nipple roughly as his tongue slid into your mouth. Wrapping your legs around his waist you bucked again, trying desperately to pull his cock in. Akaza seemed to sense this, chuckling throatily as he kept his hips still, blunt head of his cock rubbing achingly against your clit. The demon pulled his lips from yours, licking down your jaw and biting the soft flesh of your neck.

“Please Akaza, please.” You whispered, your hips desperately canting against the burning head of his cock. He sucked at your neck, pulling back to gaze at you through pink lashes.

“Tell me how much you want it.” Akaza hissed, amber eyes flashing with amusement at your desperate expression.

“Please shrine god, fuck me. I need you in me!” You cried, fingernails digging into his tattooed shoulders. He shuddered at the words, leaning back in to kiss you. Akaza thrust forward, his cock sliding into your wet cunt easily. You cried out at the sensation, the fullness of him within you. The demon stilled for a moment, a low curse leaving his lips as he pressed his forehead to your shoulder. You pressed a kiss to his pink hair, shivering as a cold bead of sweat dripped from him onto your breast.

“Ready?” His voice was gravelly and thick as he propped himself up, staring at you with burning amber eyes. You nodded once and gasped as he thrust into you roughly. Akaza’s pace was fast, his burning cock slamming into your cervix at a fevered rate. Your hands fluttered around his shoulders, the sweat of his skin making it hard to hold onto him. You settled for clutching his hair as he pounded into you, curses in a language you didn’t recognize spilling from his lips with each thrust of his hips. You felt your release building again, your hips matching his speed, walls fluttering around his cock. Akaza moaned in your ear, the demon pressing his forehead on the pillow next to you. He slid his arms down your sides, hands slipping under your ass. He grabbed the soft skin there, fingers biting into your flesh as he pulled you closer. You gasped in his ear, the action had pulled him even deeper within you somehow, his cock hitting your wet cunt in places that felt new to you. His moans and your cries mixed in a fever pace, matching the lewd squelching and smack of skin against skin. Your legs clenched tight around his waist as you felt your orgasm build, the drag of his cock within you almost painful it was so pleasurable.

“Cum around me.” Akaza’s voice was muffled slightly, but his words sent you over the edge. You gasped as you came, the orgasm washing over you. Hips arching into him as your walls clamped down around his cock. The demon moaned in your ear, teeth closing around your shoulder as he continued his fast pace. It was sloppier now, each powerful thrust sending waves of pleasure through your still clenching pussy. You moaned in his ear, hands tugging at his hair, “Cum in me Akaza, please.”

The demon growled at your words, hips stuttering into yours as he came, his hot seed filling you. Shuddering at the sensation you relaxed, his pace slowing slightly as his cock twitching within you. He was panting as he came to a stop, sitting up to stare down at your exhausted form. Your cunt still fluttered around his cock, semen slipping out and down your thighs.

You smiled sleepily up at the demon, then gasped as he pulled his cock out roughly. The sensation of being so empty was strange, warm semen leaking onto the bed beneath you. Akaza smiled at you, tattooed hand wrapping around his cock as he pumped it again. You watched wide eyed as he quickly grew hard again.

“It’s not yet dawn, Shrine Maiden.” His hands grabbed you, flipping you onto your stomach and pulling your hips to his.You let out a squawk of surprise, sleepy mind quickly awakening as his hard cock slipped back into your aching cunt. You moaned into the sheets, hands fisting against them as he thrust into you slowly. Akaza leaned forward, weight pinning you to the bed as he thrust lazily, on hand on your neck keeping you in place. You moaned, your nipples hard against the fabric of the bed beneath you. His cock was moving achingly slow, you could feel your walls fluttering about him, aching for another release. He slipped his free hand around your hips, rough finger gently toying with your clit. You shuddered at the sensation, drool pooling from your lips as you moaned his name. Akaza laughed, roughly pinching and pulling at your clit as he thrust into you. The burning tension in your stomach was building, wet walls fluttering around his thick length as he pressed into you. The rough pad of his finger rubbed quickly against your clit, the swirling motion bringing you closer to release. You cried out, pressing back against his hips as you came again, the smaller orgasm crashing over you without warning. His rough finger continued its motions against your sore clit, and you moaned into the sheets, thighs shaking as you tried to keep yourself up. Akaza thrust harder into you, his seed from earlier mixing with your slick and sliding down your thighs in a thick mess as he pressed harder into you.

“I am going to fill you with my seed, Shrine Maiden.” His words were strained, hissed from clenched teeth as he leaned back, hands sliding to grab your hips with an iron grip. You pressed back against him, walls still clenching around his cock from your orgasm. The demon growled, rough fingers gripping you painfully as he thrust harshly, hips canting into yours as he came again, cock twitching with your cunt as he filled your womb with his seed. You moaned into the messy sheets, walls fluttering about his cock. Akaza thrust weakly as his cock finished emptying, heavy panting filling the air as he stilled. You lay exhausted, enjoying the sensation of his limp cock and warm seed stuffing your aching pussy. If this was a dream then holy hell. Behind you Akaza laughed, soft cock slipping from your cunt as he flopped on the bed beside you. Letting your hips fall to the bed, you looked at him, heart hammering as it tried to still to a normal pace. Akaza smiled, leaning in to kiss you gently.

“I would say that was a week's worth of gifts, wouldn’t you?”

Your mouth fell open as you stared at the demon. He seemed amused, running a tattooed hand down your side. You rolled your eyes and smiled, if this was the payment per week to have a guardian demon, you would happily pay it. Plus interest. You kissed him, nipping his lips as you sat up, swinging a thigh over his hips and sitting. “It's not dawn yet is it?”

#akaza x reader #akaza x y/n #kny x reader #kny x y/n #kny smut #smut #reader insert #kny writing #kny fanfic

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tenko-thinks · 5 months

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I'M BAAAACK

Send kny rqs im insane today

#kny #kny writing #kimetsu no yaiba

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foxslament · 1 year

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ˢᵉˡᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ. ˢⁱᵐⁱ ᴾʳⁱᵛᵃᵗᵉ. ᴹⁱⁿᵒʳˢ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗ || ᴺᵒᵛᵉˡᵃ || ᴹᵘˡᵗⁱ ᴾᵃʳᵃᵍʳᵃᵖʰ || ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿ ᴰⁱᵛᵉʳᵍᵉⁿᵗ ||

〘𝚂𝙰𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙾〙The dancing fox ; The one who gave it all and lost everything ; The unfulfilled prodigy ; forgotten phantom ; mirage of the forest ; The one who met with an unfair end ; The ghost haunting your dreams.

An unfortunate tale of wasted potential and sudden death. A cautionary story of saving them all and biting off more than you can chew. The eulogy of the deep frustrations with one's own limits, pushing the body too far and having a will beyond your means. A memoir of suffering in silence.

" 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟..."

水 𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐔. 𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝟐𝟏. Though I'm not opposed to threads/ rps where he cheats death and comes back.

水 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶- It's demon slayer. There will be tons of gore and violence. I enjoy dark themes and rp NSFW Though I'd prefer for that to be in DM. 18+ only blog.

水 𝙎𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙂𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧

水 𝗦𝗮𝗯𝗶- 19+ She/her/ they. Friendly, loves to write and make memes. Don't be shy! ☆☆☆

"𝐀 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞...𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞...?"

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#ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ.#kny rp #kny writing #demon slayer rp #sabito #𝚂𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎...𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗.

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ghxstbug · 2 years

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- 𝐖𝐈𝐏

it's just a piece of fabric

(mui and giyuu centric)

(NOT A SHIP)

Muichiro rolled the fabric of the half-and-half haori in his hands, his eyebrows knitting as he did so . He had known Giyuu was not one that had many possessions , save for a few pieces of furniture and such , though Muichiro wished now that he would've had something , any physical thing of sentimental value .

Other than that damned haori . He grimaced at the cloth , looking it over the best he could in this darkness . It set a bittersweet pang in his chest , settling there and refusing to leave , and after so long , Muichiro was too tired to fight it off .

He knew the history of it . Giyuu had told him once , the stories of each half of the haori . Each half belonged to two deceased strangers Giyuu had cared for immensely , the names of which Muichiro had long forgotten . He knew how important the haori was . How important it had been to him .

And though it belonged to the late Water Hashira , it didn't feel like his . It was a remnant of deceased loved ones , grief he had never been truly able to let go of . Muichiro had never known these strangers , and frankly , he didn't care who they were . It sounded bitter , and he knew it was , but Muichiro didn't want a remnant of those long gone people .

He wanted something to remember the man he thought to be his brother by , not the stupidly heavy ghosts of his past .

Muichiro exhaled , staring up at the ceiling after his eyes came upon one of the multiple large , dark stains upon the haori , not wanting to think on what it was , though he knew perfectly well what it was . It was part of the reason he never took it out during the day . It was ironic , in a way.

The one thing on the haori that was actually Giyuu's , and Muichiro always tried to ignore it . If he focused on it too long , he could feel the painful memories begin to claw at him from the inside out .

Sometimes , he wished he could just forget all over again .

#WIP #kny wip #muichiro tokito #giyuu tomioka #demon slayer #this is bad but ill find a way to spruce it up #mui an giyuu being brothers please #kimetsu no yaiba #tomioka giyū #tokito muichiro #kny writing #kny giyuu #kny muichiro

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klyette · 12 days

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8𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍+ 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍 !

# 𝜗𝜚relationships: multiple x fem ! # 𝜗𝜚contains: fem reader, smut, older men, tit playing + fondling, pussy spanking, choking, rough sex, squirting, clit rubbing + pinching, making out, pornhub themed, filming, big dick

𝜗𝜚 notes ! So each part has different kinks or smth like, tit play, clit toying, etc . ໒꒰ྀི ⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ა !

HE whispers in your ear, his big hand rubbing at your smooth skin, a camera in his other hand as he films your legs. He lifts the camera up to your lips, filming your soft lips that he adores kissing. Your breaths are heard, your chest going up and down, he moves the camera down at your tits. His calloused hand groping at your tits as you let out a whimper, the camera is still on your tits. His fingers playing with your nipples as he does it like he strums a string instrument. "Shh, you pretty thing~" He says, he kisses your breasts and fondles it before he changes the camera view.

HE points the camera at your wet sloppy cunt, his palm connecting to your wetness, he shows the camera. "Isn't she just a cutie? Already all wet, just cuz I played with her tits.." he says, his palm spanks your cunt, his finger rubs along with your slit. Your leg trembles as his finger rubs circles around your clit, his finger slightly touching your bud. "My pretty girl, aren't you?" He says, the camera filming your clit, as he toys with you. His thumb goes up to your clit, his big thumb hiding your clit behind his digit, he pushes slightly down on it, then he rubs at it. His thumb rubbing your clit as he films it, kissing and nibbling at your skin.

HE rubs your clit before sticking two of his fingers in your wetness, your juices staining his fingers as his fingers move in and out of you, his thumb still lays on your bud. His fingers do a scissor motion inside of you, your legs tremble as his fingers move faster in you. "Taking my fingers so well, aren't you just great, doll?" He says, grinning, he sticks another finger in and thrusts them into you, he slips them out of you, slurping up your juices off his fingers before he puts them back into you, he films himself coming closer to your wetness. His tongue licks at your cunt, his tongue flicking at your small bud, he smirks against your wetness. "Mmh, don't you taste amazing, atta girl~" he whispers against your cunt, moaning at your taste. Your legs shake and you cum, getting your juices on his tongue before he gets up and places the camera on the bed.

HE takes off his pants and his dick is so hard, it's standing tall and proud, his big dick twitches as pre-cum slightly comes out. "You are going to take me all, aren't you, baby?" He grabs your legs and hooks your legs under your arm, he kisses your tits before slipping his dick into you. His tip is only inside of you yet it feels big, the rest of his dick enters you, half of his dick is now into you. He slides easily, his hand grips your hips before he slams into you, groaning. The camera view is still on you, recording this sexual act between you two. "So tight, you are made for me." He says, closing his eyes as he fucks you, hitting your special spot which makes you clench around him harder. His head goes slightly back, your legs shake, and he kisses your inner thighs. Fucking you more harder, his hand goes down to your clit and his hand goes for the camera, recording his thumb rubbing your bud. His dick ramming into you, his dick aches into you, your cunt clenches around him so tight, his hand goes around your neck, choking you as he fucks you. You look up at him with tears brimming at your eyes, his hand still around your neck, your eyes roll back slightly. He pulls out, his dick pumping out his semen, coating your stomach in his whiteness, he furiously rubs at your clit, he lets go of your neck and points the camera at your wetness as you squirt. Getting your juices all over him and the bedsheet, it lands on the camera lens. "AHh!" You scream, your mouth opens and your eyes roll back to your skull. "You did so good for me, good girl~" he whispers, the video ends at the good girl.

Nanami , Toji , Alhaitham , Zhongli , Blade , Aiku , Gallagher , Chris Prince , Sanemi , Muzan + ur faves + other fandoms !

©kylette; no other claiming

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vampcubus · 9 months

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Inexperienced Virgin!Giyu who’s never even touched himself, only ever cum in his sleep a few times by accident. And when you finally take him into your hot palm, he swears he’s seeing stars, crying out hoarsely as if he didn’t know it could feel good to have his cock touched. And as you work him diligently—ruthlessly to his fast-impending orgasm, he’s in tears over how good it feels.

He’s clinging onto you desperately, his eyes clenched and thin brows pinched in pained ecstasy. Shaking hands hold your shirt in a white-knuckled grip as he humps into the tight tunnel of your fist, trembling as your thumb mercilessly teases his slit. Pre beads at the tip relentlessly no matter how many times you smear it across his creamy head, and when you start to play with his balls he just can't hold on any longer.

His breath becomes frantic, and he struggles to form the right words to warn you.

“I-I think… I think something’s going t-to uhn, come out- please!” his shaking voice pitches higher, mewls forced from his throat as his peak hits him like a train. The feeling is intense and hellish hot, cum jetting out of him and spilling over your fingers. He cries out helplessly, widened blue eyes staring into nothing as he convulses and writhes, hips jerking with every pulse.

You coo at him and stroke him through it, leaning down to swallow his desperate moans with your lips. Eventually, he tugs at your wrist, whimpering that it's "t-too much, it's too much."

#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes #just needed to get this outta my system #giyu tomioka x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #sub!giyu #sub!giyuu #sub giyu #sub giyuu #dom!reader #dom reader #n/sfw #sub kny

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saetoshis · 1 year

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SO SENSITIVE! [‹ DEMON SLAYER ›]

[‹ WITH ›] tengen ; akaza ; kyojuro ; shinjuro

[‹ SUMMARY ›] how they like to overstim you!

[‹ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS ›]

fem reader, overstimulation, praise, pet names [bunny, baby, my girl], multiple positions, size kink [tengen], mentions of multiple orgasms, mentions of creampie

[‹ TENGEN ›] to treat you after a long mission!

by the time tengen's back from a tireless, drawn-out mission, he makes it all-too-clear how much he missed you from how he kneels behind you on the bed and pushes your chest against the comforter. his cock twitches at just the familiarity of it all as the pent-up weeks of being without you pleasing him is wracked hard in his limbs.

"god- missed this pussy so much," tengen grunts out as he slips the head of his cock between your walls, the conversance tight slickness of your pussy pulling a shuddered exhale out of his chest. his lips trail over your nape, the rasps in his groans making your clit throb and cunt tremble around him. "fuck, feels like she missed me too, huh?"

"missed you, tennie... forgot how big," you murmur whiningly into the sheets, knees shaking on the mattress as he rocks his hips quickly with wet smacks. you could cum from just the stretch alone, his cock prodding at the spot that makes you shudder hard. "s-so close already..."

tengen sneers and fucks into you fervently, and the sheer push and pull of your slick walls around him is enough to have him keening for his own climax, too. his smirked jeers of 'c'mon, show me what i missed, baby' are enough to egg you on, your body shuddering underneath his brawny frame as you cum hard around him.

"ah- there you go baby, big one, huh?" tengen chuckles out between broken grunts, his cock twitching as his abs flex and shudder from his own high burgeoning in his chest. he'll promise to make up for lost time and give you as many orgasms as he can - and a couple of his own, to make up for lost time.

"mmph- gonna fuck you all night. think you can gimme a couple more, baby?"

[‹ AKAZA ›] to hear your pretty sounds!

nothing sounds prettier to akaza than when you're whimpering out broken pants of his name. he envelops you closer against his chest as you straddle his lap, his cock grinding up into the hilt of your pussy with every rough rock of his hips - and akaza things he could pass out just from the shudders in your cadence.

"feels good, huh? got you shaking a little," akaza leers out with a heaved sigh, admiring the glimmers of pleasure in your eyes as you wrap your arms around his shoulders a little tighter with each rough grind. the way you tighten up around him pulls a gasp from his chest, and he can't help but fuck into you faster just to see how hard he can make you shudder again. "hah- god, you're so pretty like this, bunny..."

"yes, yea-yeah, feels so good," your whimpers come out in a slur as your clit grinds against him again and again. akaza can tell you're barely grounded, head swimming with pleasure and now all he wants to do is send you reeling. "gonna- fuck, cum... g'na cum for you!"

akaza pants out heavily as he rocks his hips hard enough to shake the bed, arms tightening around your waist as he grunts out against your shoulder. his murmurs of 'cum for me, cum for me' are enough to tip you over the edge, your frame shuddering as your vision blurs and stuttered whines leave your lips.

akaza can't help but feel a twitch in his cock from just the sheer prettiness of your whimpers, and now his goal's started to turn a bit egotistic - he'll promise not to overstimulate you too much as he chases the own euphoria jolting through his body.

"give me a few more of those moans, hah- promise i'll give you what you want soon..."

[‹ KYOJURO ›] on accident!

kyojuro just can't help but get lost in the soft push and pull of your walls around him - enough for him to feel hazy with a twitch in his cock that just won't go away until he fills you up with all the cum he has to offer.

"you want it just like... this, right?" kyojuro grunts out as he ruts his hips to hit just the spot he knows makes your knees weak. his fingers dig into the plushness of your thighs as he rocks his hips at a quick pace, wet smacks flooding the room as you heave shallowly beneath him. his thumb finds refuge on your clit, circling the nerves until he can feel your thighs shake in his hands. "there you go... does it feel good when i touch you like this?"

"hah- yes, yeah, right there kyo," you murmur as your head lolls back against the pillow, your frame shuddering with every quick thrust of his hips. he's only focused on your pleasure - enough to have you on the verge with jolts of euphoria driving up your spine from his every move. "c-cumming, gonna cum..."

"oh, there you go, so perfect for me..." kyojuro's eyes widen and glitter with pride at the way your body keens for him, shaking harshly as whimpers of his name fall from your mouth like a chant. the way you tighten up around him draws a grunt from his throat, his eyebrows furrowed as his cock throbs with every slicked rut.

kyojuro doesn't realize he's overstimulating you until you desperately grasp his hand between your thighs, pulling his thumb away from your clit as it throbs against the cool air. he lets out a slew of rapid apologies, only for his eyes to widen at your words of 'it's okay, i liked it..."

"i'll keep going just like this for you, have to see you cum like that just one more time..."

[‹ SHINJURO ›] for his own enjoyment!

shinjuro just adores the glimmers of euphoria in your teary eyes as he fucks you just how he knows you like it - maybe because it fuels his ego, or maybe because he likes to see you feeling good enough to cum hard on his cock time and time again.

"that's my girl, fuck- keep fuckin' me like that," shinjuro grunts out from beneath you, your mind clearly lost in the rhythmic smack of your hips against his as you ride him. every harsh press of his cock hitting the hilt of your cunt is enough to jolt your frame, and all shinjuro can do is smirk at the sight. "so pretty, aren't you? ridin' my cock just like i told you, huh?"

"f-feels so good, shin..." your mind is hazed and vision blurry as you bounce in messy grinds on his lap, his hands gripping your hips being the only thing keeping you stable and grounded. every brush of his cock against your sensitive walls has you shaking, climax building up around him as you keep your sloppy pace up. "god- gonna, fuck- gonna cum..."

"oh fuck, atta girl," shinjuro chuckles out as he feels your slick burgeon around his shaft, the tightness of your pussy sucking him in and forcing a low grunt out of his chest. his grip tightens on the plush of your hips to keep your quick bounces going, his cock rocking into you hard as you ride out your high.

shinjuro can't help but get a little bit greedy as he holds you stable and fucks up into you - after all, you feel so tight and soft around him that he can't ignore the twitch in his cock any longer.

"fuck, baby... you can take a lil more for me, can't ya?"

2022 SAETOSHIS.

tagging: @littleoanh @minxsane @hystix @youronlygirl-riri @simp-lauren @animepansexualosaurus @babiefwuit @nymphoheretic

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subbmissivesuccubus · 9 months

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Be a good girl~

Disclaimer: Contains Daddy kink, Dom Uzui, Sub reader, Rough sex, some humiliation, degradation, size kink, brat taming, spanking, a bit of breeding kink

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Uzui didn't know how to explain it, but he's been craving for a bratty submissive to fulfill his desires. Suma, Makio and Hinatsuru were incredible women and he loved them with all his heart, but they weren't interested in being submissive in the bedroom, nor were they fans of rough, kinky sex and Uzui would never ask them to do anything they weren't comfortable with.

But his desire to fold a cutie underneath him and pound her till she was a crying, sobbing, blubbering mess- her ass red from his spankings, makeup running down her face as she begged Uzui to not force more orgasms onto her overstimulated body- wasn't something he could hide. So the four of them came to an agreement. His wives gave him permission to find someone who might scratch that itch for him, who'd be the submissive he needed. And the very day they had that conversation, Uzui met you. A couple of ranks below the Hashira but climbing the ladder pretty quickly, you were a formidable warrior oozing with talent and strength. You were one of the better fights in the corporation and he knew it was only a matter of time before you became a pillar. You were tasked with assisting him on a new mission to track down a dangerous demon. What was supposed to last till sundown was completed within a few hours, you and Uzui making a fantastic team. You tracked down the demon, avoided its traps and tricks and along with Uzui, the two of you cut off it's head. With time to spare and not having any other missions to finish, the two of you took refuge in the Wisteria inn.

After a nice soak at the hot springs, the two of you met up in your room to share some food and drinks. Cups clinked together as you both drank some nice sake, Uzui having convinced you to relax around him for tonight and to just enjoy yourself. Both of you dressed in soft, comfortable yukata's, the vibe quickly turned friendly as the alcohol allowed you to loosed up a bit around him.

"So, are you in a relationship with anyone?" Uzui asked you. "If I was, I wouldn't be in a room with you alone." you retorted. Uzui raised an eyebrow, "I have three wives you know and i'm in this room with you alone." "Oh yeah!" you said, having genuinely forgotten, feeling guilty for some reason, "I shall leave then. This might be seen as inappropriate-"

"Sit back down." Uzui ordered the second he saw you make a move to leave, smiling when you obeyed him, "My wives wouldn't mind. In fact, they've given me permission to pursue a fourth partner if I wanted to. So don't overthink it."

"Oh..." you said, not knowing what to make of that, "If you say so." Your heart skipped a beat over that news. You weren't blind to how ridiculously attractive Uzui was, the man a walking embodiment of sexy. He looked so good in his uniform but here, with his hair let down and wearing a loose Yukata, you had to avert your eyes more than once from his chest.

"So, assuming you had a partner, why did things end?"

"Huh? oh- uh- it's kind of embarrassing..."

"Hmm? Do tell~" Uzui said with a smirk, leaning back on an arm as he nestled his cup of sake in his hand, "I enjoy some gossip."

"Well, he..uh...he was kind of lousy in bed."

"Oh?"

"Yeah- like really bad. I don't think he made me satisfied even once."

"Oh, you poor thing." Uzui cooed as he took a sip, "That sounds frustrating."

"It was." You said with a nod, "Honestly, all the guys I've dated have been the same. And judging from the stories my other friends have told me, they face the same problem. Men just don't know how to please women."

"Well, I don't know what type of guys you've slept with," Uzui said with a smirk, "But I'm happy to say I do not lack in that department. You can't keep three wives without doing a satisfactory job."

"Hah! Yeah right." you said with a laugh, dismissing his brag, "I bet they're faking. Most men fail to satisfy one woman, let alone three."

"Perhaps. But I'm not most men." Uzui said, a twinge of annoyance in his voice over your bratty attitude, "with my stamina, it takes all three of them to drain my balls completely."

You hiccuped at his vulgar words, quickly gathering yourself before he could notice. Perhaps it was the alcohol that was making your bratty side come out, or maybe it was because of how comfortable you were around Uzui now, but either way, you couldn't control your tongue.

"Just because you have big muscles doesn't mean you have a big cock. And even if you do, I bet you don't know how to use it!"

"Oh yeah? And how are you so sure?" Uzui asked, "Pretty little thing like you- you wouldn't be able to last five minutes if I speared you on my dick."

"I bet I could handle you!" You said, hands on your hips, leveling Uzui with a glare.

"Really?" Uzui asked, a twinkle in his eye as he looked you up and down, heart skipping at the idea that he might have found someone to play with already, "You sound confident."

"I am." you said, puffing your chest out, an action Uzui enjoyed ogling at, "I bet I can rock your world and not even break a sweat! and I'd bet you'd not make me cum even once." Uzui laughed, a giant smile on his face before he patted his lap, legs crossed and inviting, "Come and prove it then."

"Wait- really?" you asked, not expecting that response. You were just teasing, hoping to annoy him a bit but- "Sure. Unless, you didn't mean it. Chickening out already?" the Hashira asked.

With a huff, your pride refusing to take a hit, you crawled over to Uzui and sat on his lap, your Yukata bunching a bit around your thighs as you straddled him.

"Feel that?" he asked, hands having a tight grip on your hips as he made you grind down against him. You bit down a squeal as you felt his hardness press against your core, gulping as you could tell how big he was even through the layer of clothing. You tried to keep level-headed, but Uzui could see right through your poor attempts.

"And you know what?" he asked, hands sliding from your hips to your ass, the man taking greedy handfuls of your pump skin as he groped you, making you gasp, "I'm only half hard~"

"L-Liar!" You said, unable to bite your tongue from responding. He already felt so big against you- and he was only halfway there?! Uzui laughed, before saying:

"Yeah? Why don't you check?" the man asked, quickly untying the sash around his Yukata before leaning back a bit on his arms, a look in his eyes that clearly meant he was challenging you. You gulped as the fabric started to move aside, giving you a generous peek of his sculpted torso. A big, wide body with washboard abs and big pecs, you had to stop yourself from drooling.

"What's wrong?" he asked, "Just going to keep looking? I thought you said you could handle me."

"I-I can!" You snapped, your pride not allowing you to back down, "You're so impatient."

Uzui's chuckle made the hairs on the back of your head prick up, a certain darkness to it. "You know, I'm keeping track of all the bratty comments you make. I can't wait till it bites you in the ass~"

"Sh-shut up!"

"That's another one~"

With a huff, you leaned forward against Uzui's leaning body, gulping as you gripped the folds of his yukata and pulled them apart, completely exposing his torso to you. Never being one to be so forward but also refusing to back down, you pressed you face against his neck and kissed it, your soft lips touching his fair skin. Uzui's groan of content could be felt on your lips as you slowly started kissing his body, a hand coming up to run up his abs. You slowly got more and more confident, your tongue peaking out to lick at his collarbone, your hips grinding down harder against his member. But your pride took a hit when Uzui suddenly started chuckling, making you frown and look up and him.

"Something funny?" you asked, annoyed.

"Yes. You. Kissing and touching me like a blushing virgin. Is this what you meant when you said you'd rock my world? Because if so, I'm not impressed."

You scoffed, cheeks heating up in embarrassment, "You- well excuse me for not being a whore like you-"

But before you could finish your sentence, one of Uzui's hand shot up, grabbed the back of your hair and pulled harshly, making you gasp as your neck was suddenly snapped back. "Watch that filthy mouth of yours." he said, cock twitching as he heard your gasps, "I think it's time I teach you who's in charge here."

"Y-you started it!" you gasped out, head paining from how he was pulling your hair, words hard to speak from how your neck was being stretched. Uzui simply clicked his tongue, "Still have an attitude. I'm afraid I don't have the patience to wait for you to move things along." His free hand expertly tugged at the sash of your yukata and ripped it off of you, making you gasp as your body was exposed to him, no time to feel shy as he tugged your head down and met you for a kiss. It was a greedy and feral lip lock, Uzui immediately massaging your tongue with his own, dominating the kiss effortlessly.

Maybe you did bite off more than you could chew.

But damn, if you weren't excited.

"I've been wanting to bend your bratty ass over my knee and teach you a good lesson every since you opened your mouth." Uzui growled as he bit your lower lip, making you yelp, "Telling me you'll rock my world when you blush like a virgin when you grind on my dick- how adorable."

"That's not- I-" you tried to protest, not knowing what you were protesting in the first place.

"Shut up." Uzui said, kissing you again before picking you up with one hand, your legs wrapped around his waist with his hand under your butt. "We're going to the bedroom." he said, easily carrying you towards said room, "It's time I teach you some manners. And remember, five minutes are on the clock."

Uzui got you to cum in three minutes.

Once he threw you on the bed, he ripped your Yukata off, followed by your undergarments, leaving you completely naked. He shrugged off the fabric he had on as well, his cock springing out of its confines and you swear you forgot how to breathe for a second.

How on earth did you have the audacity to joke that his dick wasn't big? It was a monster of a member, long and thick with heavy balls dangling between his legs. You gulped as he crawled onto the bed, looking down at you like a predator stalking its prey. He grabbed your legs and spread them apart, exposing your sex to him. Gripping you on the back of your thighs, he pushed you enough to make your body bend, your cunt exposed to him even more obscenely.

"U-Uzui-san!" you squealed, face red hot at the way he was staring at your cunt.

"Daddy."

"Wha-"

"You're going to call me Daddy." he explained, licking his lips as he leaned down, his mouth inching towards your sex, "and Daddy needs to prepare your tiny pussy to take his fat cock."

And that's how you experienced the fastest orgasm of your life. Within three minutes, Uzui was drinking down your cum, the man's mouth and tongue so expertly pleasuring you, it was a clear loosing battle. He laughed into your cunt as you came, the vibration making your body tremble even more as he ate you out, paying extra attention to your clit as he took the sensitive bud into his mouth and sucked so hard, it almost made you cum again.

Once you were down from your high, once he looked down on you as he wiped your juices off his lips- you knew you were fucked.

"So," he said, picking up the sash of your yukata from where he discarded it before wrapping it a few times around his hand and making a show of pulling it tightly to make a 'crack' sound, "Remember how I mentioned I want to take you over my knee?"

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"Say it."

"I- I don't w-want to-"

"Say it or I'll spank you all night."

With a sob, knowing full well he meant it, you had no choice but to relent, swallowing down your pride as you said:

"D-Daddy please stop spanking my n-naughty pussy!"

Head hanging upside down from how you were placed over Uzui's knee, the blood rushing to your ears almost made you miss the way Uzui groaned.

"Is your poor pussy in pain?" he cooed, petting said pussy. It was hot to the touch, your pussy lips dyed a bright red, matching your ass. A man of his word, he spanked you as punishment for your bratty behavior and comments, holding you still as he rained spanks down on your poor butt, your hands tied behind your back, unable to do anything about it. Once he was satisfied with marking up your ass, he spread your legs a bit and started spanking your pussy, laughing at the way you twitched and shook, your cries of pain only making his cock get harder.

He slapped your pussy again, making you squeal. "Answer me."

"Yes! Yes- m-my pussy hurts so much Daddy!"

"Aww, poor baby~" he said, raining tiny pats on your cunt repeatedly, not as hard but still enough to make your body tremble, "have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes Daddy!" you said with zero hesitation.

"Are you going to act like a brat again?"

"I won't, I p-promise! I'll be good-"

"That's my girl," Uzui said, cupping your pussy gently, the warmth of his hand against your sore, red cunt making you gasp, "But we're not done yet. Make sure you keep your promise, alright?"

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"U-U-Uzui-s-san! S-slow down p-please!" you squealed, voice jumping as Uzui jack-hammered into you, his hips practically a blur as he pounded your pussy. Fucking you from behind, he ignored your cries as he brought a leg up to better fuck you, laughing at your yelp and the way your pussy clamped around him.

"That's not my name," he growled, the grip he had on your hips bruising as he bashed his cock into your poor cunt, "What's. My. Name?" He spanked your ass three times to put emphasis on his words, your body jumping with each hit. Tears filled your eyes from the burn, no doubt a bright, red hand-print left behind on your already red skin. The burn of Uzui's hips slapping against you took your breath away, your poor spanked ass and pussy not getting a break.

"D-Daddy!" you cried out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Uzui showed no signs of slowing down- if anything you felt his cock grow bigger inside you- "Daddy please- please- please slow down? P-Please!"

"Shhh, you can take it, right?" Uzui said, snickering as a hand grabbed the back of her head and pushed, smothering your face against the mattress, "Didn't you say you could handle me? Where'd your fight go?"

Your sobs were muffled by the cloth, his grip on your head unrelenting. You gripped the bed-sheets so hard veins were popping out on your hands, hands no longer tied up, your tears soaking into the mattress. The lack of air only made your body get even more sensitive, your pussy clamping down harder against Uzui's fat cock.

"You were such a fucking brat-" Uzui growled, feeling the familiar knot in his abdomen start to tighten, "Talking such big- fuck that's good- such big game! Saying you could take me- but look at you now. Pathetic~"

He gripped your hair and pulled, ignoring your cry of pain as your neck snapped back, your body following the movement until you were upright on your knees, Uzui's firm body pressed against your back. With a laugh, he let go of your hair only to then catch you in a choke-hold. His huge biceps pressed against your neck, restricting your airways, the man snickering at your feeble attempt to grab him. You were held up by his arm around your throat and his cock slamming against you, completely at his mercy, as you were the entire night.

"I like them pathetic~" Uzui growled into your ear before giving your lobe a bite, pulling on it with his teeth, making you squeal. Your face was turning a bright red, your mouth wide open and eyes rolling to the back of your head. The force of his thick member splitting apart your poor pussy combined with the warmth of his body behind you and the tight feeling of his arm against your neck- you never felt like this before:

Completely and utterly fucked.

You had already cum three times, the man fingering you to your orgasm after he spanked you and fucking you to climax out when he stuffed you with his cock.

Being wrong never felt so good.

His hips kept working into you, the slap of his balls against your cunt so obscene, you could still hear it despite the blood flowing around your head. One hand gripping his biceps while the other went back to grab at his thrusting hip, you held on for dear life, thoughts leaving your head as you sunk into a mental state where all you could think about was Uzui.

"Ooh~ That's what I like to see~" Uzui groaned, the expression on your face making his sadistic side purr in happiness. Seeing you completely fucked out and at his mercy- this is what he needed- this is what he craved.

"Fucked the brat right out of you, didn't I?" the man said, reveling in his accomplishment, "What was it you said to me? I can't satisfy one woman, let alone three? Hmm? Hmm?"

With a slap to your thigh, you yelped as Uzui's free hand went between your legs, his rough finger starting to twirl your clit around. "Daddy- no- too sensitive!" you pleaded, body twitching underneath his hold as you felt spikes of pleasurable pain run through you as he toyed with your sensitive bud, "Please- i'm sorry! I'm- ah- sorry!"

"Sorry for what?" Uzui growled, pinching your clit so hard it made you scream, "Be specific you naughty little brat!"

"I'm sorry f-for making fun of you!" you confessed, "Sorry for saying you're not g-good in bed- you're amazing- fuck- ah- ah!"

"All it takes is some cock to get to behave, hmm?" Uzui snarled.

"Daddy- i'm gonna cum- can I cum? Please?" you begged, knowing well from last time that he expected you to ask for permission. "Go ahead." Uzui said, hand working your clit even faster, "Greedy slut. Cumming four times while Daddy hasn't even cum once. You better make it up to me."

He chocked you even harder, veins popping in his muscles as he took your breath away, literally. The lack of air made your body go into overdrive, face red as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Within seconds, you squirted all over his cock, the first time you ever experienced that, liquid gushing out of your pussy, dripping down both your bodies before seeping into the mattress. Uzui held your trembling body down, letting out a cheeky whistle as his hips didn't relent, fucking your orgasm for every single drop.

"Fuck! That was so fucking hot!" Uzui said with a laugh, "You're going to do that again." You could do nothing as he pushed you back onto the bed, your limbs having no strength to hold you up as you fell flat on your stomach, just lying down on the bed. But that seemed to be what Uzui wanted, the man following you as he lied down on top of you and started fucking you pro bone. You sobbed as his cock somehow went even deeper, slamming against your womb mercilessly. The weight on his body on you coupled with the ravenous feeling of his member fucking you within an inch of your life almost made you black out.

"Daddyyy!" you cried out, tears streaming down your cheeks as your pussy was pounded, "C-Can't cum anymore- please-" You probably said 'please' more time tonight that you had in your entire life. "You think you're done?" Uzui growled, hips not loosing their rhythm as he chased his pleasure, your pussy so wet and hot, he had to focus real hard to not climax immediately. It was only thanks to his training as a demon slayer that he could last this long- his breathing techniques allowing him to delay his orgasm as much as possible. If he was a normal man, no doubt he would have came ages ago. But it was thanks to his trained body that he could keep going which was good, because he wasn't done punishing you.

"No. You're done when I say so, understand?" You sobbed as a response. "You're done when I empty my balls inside this perfect pussy of yours and breed you- got it?" "Y-Yes Daddy." "That's a good girl. Don't pass out on me now, alright? I'll keep fucking you anyway."

~~~~~

You woke up the next morning, every inch of your body in pain and sore, especially your pussy which took load after load of Uzui's cum. You lost count how many times you came, the rest of the night being a blur and you remembered nothing but him breeding you. At some point he caught you in a mating press and fucked you so hard you swore you temporarily blacked out, waking up only to feel him fill your womb up again.

You sat up on the bed, looking to the side and scoffed at your reflection in the nearby mirror. You looked like a mess. Exhaustion was clear on your face, your eyes sunken from the tears you cried, hair a mess and your naked body littered with bite marks and hickies. You looked at your partner, the man looking the complete opposite. Silky white hair draped over his pillow, his skin clear and glowing with a soft smile on his handsome face.

You had an urge to smack his pretty face, annoyed at how much he wrecked your body despite the fact that you enjoyed every second of it. He truly brought out something in you and it was scary- but damn it was fun.

Deciding to listen to your intrusive thoughts, you raised your hand up to smack him, when he suddenly opened his eyes, greeted to the image of you with your hand raised. Thinking quickly on your feet, you gulped and blinked your eyes as you slowly brought your hand down to cup his cheek lovingly, rubbing it sweetly like that was your plan all along.

"...Because I wrecked your body last night, I'll let this slide." Uzui said, grasping your hand with his own before placing a gentle kiss on it, "But I won't be so nice next time."

"So there's gonna be a next time?" you asked with a smile, plopping down against his broad chest.

"Of course." Uzui said, running a gentle hand through your hair, "You belong to Daddy now."

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rizzyu · 10 months

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▵▿— Demon Slayer Hot Spring HC

Pairing: Swordsmith village arc characters - Tanjiro, Muichiro, Mitsuri, Genya, Nezuko x gn! Reader

Category: Fluff, light suggestive

Warning: Nudity, reader sneaking peaks at Mitsuri's... b a d o n k e r s

A/N: don't sneak peaks at people's boobs

Tanjiro

Dang, now you know about my fantasies

Poor baby would be quite flustered seeing you in a hot spring

I can imagine you tracing the scar on his shoulder while he would be so flustered that he kept stammering and couldn't talk straight

You both would sit there and c h i l l with your head resting on his shoulder (of course after he had calmed down lol)

CUDDLES IN THE HOT SPRING YES

Imagine giving him a little wash in the hot spring *mentally squealing while writing this*

Definitely would share a towel with you after getting out of the hot spring

I want to see this in my dream tonight

Muichiro

Bet he would be spacing out in there BUT THAT’S SO CUTE

His hair is quite long, so it would be flowing around with the water, tempting you to play with it

Self-control… self-control…

You ended up playing with it.

But ok picture this, you were tenderly washing and untangling his hair. And because it felt so comforting to have you playing with his hair, Muichiro ended up falling asleep.

After he fell asleep you give him a gentle peck on the forehead then sat and leaned your head against him.

He then woke up to find you sound asleep.

Muichiro would carry you back to the house you were staying in in the swordsmith village and help you get cleaned up.

Aaaaand you would wake up realising you were in Muichiro’s bed with him cuddling you from behind :)

I wanna play with his hair so badly >:O

Mitsuri

Let’s all be real here, you both would be flustered seeing each other in the hot spring.

“KYAAAAAAAAAAH! It’s our first time soaking in a hot spring together! Isn’t this exciting??!”

You both would be chatting endlessly the whole time while you were soaking.

While Mitsuri was ranting about food or cats, your eyes would dart between her fern green eyes and her b a d o n k e r s I know you would you little perverts

Yea there were definitely a ton lot of ranting about random things.

After having a nice long relaxing soak in the hot spring, you and Mitsuri would have a nice meal.

Genya

The poor boy would be painted red all over and be frozen in place as soon as you showed up.

You would be talking to him, asking how his day was, or whether he ate dinner already. But he would be too flustered to even open his mouth and talk to you.

You being intimate with him obviously did not help.

Tracing the scars that decorated his body is a must.

Throughout the whole time you both were soaking, the only thing anyone could hear was you happily ranting about random stuff, like what you wanted to eat for dinner.

After soaking, you would help Genya clean up. Because, well, the whole time Genya is too flustered to do anything.

Since he doesn’t usually go eat with everybody else during dinner, you would eat with him in his room.

You like seeing his soft side don’t you :)

Nezuko-chan

Nezuko is a fun and happy little girl, so I for sure know you both would be playing around in the hot spring

The both of you would splash water at each other, chase each other around the hot spring etc.

You would be playing with Nezuko like an elder sibling

Speaking of siblings, bring big brother Tanjiro too next time, Nezuko would be overjoyed to soak with her favourite two people in the world

I can imagine you giving her cute little pecks on the forehead

You would help Nezuko clean up and hold her hand as you both went to eat dinner with Tanjiro and Mitsuri afterwards :)

looking for the right photos was the most painful process of this fanfic

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nichirinpen · 2 years

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A Year’s Waiting

GiyuuxReader

Can also be read here on AO3

Synopsis- An Arranged marriage, an absent husband, a demon attack

Content Warning- AFAB reader descriptions, smut, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration, demon attack, Half Plot-Half Porn

~Minors DNI~

Your marriage had been a transaction. An agreement between your family and your husband. No room for argument, no room for your opinion. It was something you had to do. Your mother had whispered while dressing you, that you were lucky, that he was a fine man. But what sort of man marries at the behest of his employer? You knew it was the foolish thoughts of romance from the love stories you cherished, but your heart broke knowing the man was not marrying you for love.

The ceremony had been small, private. There was no celebration, no friends congratulating you. At the time you had thought it reminiscent of a funeral. And in a way it was. The ties to your family were almost completely severed and you were spirited miles away, becoming the lady of the Tomioka estate.

The estate in question was modest, a quiet and clean place hidden away in the forest. You had expected to hate it as you hated the situation, but no. In the single year you had been married, bitterness gave way to acceptance. This was your life now and you had to make your own happiness.

Setting your embroidery down you sighed, rubbing your chilled fingers briskly. Sitting with the sliding doors open in winter was foolish, but you wanted to watch the snow fall on the inner gardens. Its silent descent was a comfort to watch, the waning light of the setting sun turning the snowy gardens almost golden. You rubbed the back of your neck, stretching with a groan as your joints popped. Sitting hunched over the cloth for hours without a break had made you stiff.

“Ah, Lady Tomioka.” the quiet voice that chirped out your married name made you smile.

Your favorite servant, Machiko stood nervously in the doorway, fingers picking at the hem of her haori. She rocked slightly on her heels, unable to keep still. The younger woman’s energy had been a refreshing surprise when you had first arrived. You had expected to be all alone, a stranger to all within the estate. But Machiko had come to you on the first day, brightly announcing she would be your personal servant. You had no need for a servant, able to bathe and clothe yourself. But a friend? You had needed that desperately.

“Lord Tomioka sent a crow!” She was so chipper, her radiant smile infectious. You stood, closing the outer sliding door, a small smile on your face. Leaving your embroidery, you followed her deeper into the estate, noting the warmth seeping back into your limbs.

‘I’ll skip embroidery tomorrow, two days in the cold would be foolish.’ You thought, nodding as you passed your two man servants, Ichima and Kaito who bowed deeply. You hid a smile as you noted Machiko’s flushed cheeks. Had she confessed yet to Ichima?

Machiko stopped in front of your husband's office and you thanked her, entering and shutting the door. As far as you were aware you were the only person permitted to enter. You had no idea why he trusted you in the private space, but you appreciated the gesture. It was probably as close to affection as you would get from the man. You thought of his stoic face and how shaggy black locks of hair framed his face. The romantic in you had been crushed when you first married. The man had the face of an angel and the emotions of a bamboo shoot.

“Message Tomioka! Message!” You shook your head, perpetually amazed at the old bird’s ability to speak. It’s raspy voice was a welcome noise in the silence of the office. The crow stood on the desk bobbed its head, impatiently lifting its foot for you to take the little scrap of paper tied to it. You carefully removed it and gasped as the crow jolted off the desk, squeezing through the cracked window. Your husband didn't want a response it seemed. He never did.

Shutting the window, you looked at the paper scrap, contemplating not reading it. Unfolding it you sighed, you couldn’t do that. Giyuu’s messages home were so rare and typically carried some weight of importance. ‘I will be home in a day's time from when you receive this.’

To the point as usual. You set the note down on the desk, sitting on the zaisu he kept in front of it. His desk was neat, showing no signs of what he worked on for long hours. Your fingers traced the enameled wood, it showed signs of wear and you pondered if he’d appreciate a new desk.

Your eyes flitted about, landing on the scrolls, books, numerous ink brushes and paper. What kept him here late into the night. Standing you pulled one of the scrolls down, unraveling it. The damaged paper showed a painting of an ugly blue creature, 'Demon at Large’ according to the title. Placing it back you sighed, myths it seemed, plagued your husband’s mind.

Giyuu Tomioka was a mystery to you, even one year later. You could count on one hand the number of full days he had spent with you in that time. You seemed to annoy him, the man avoiding you at all costs when he was home. Occasionally you had been granted the privilege of sitting with him while he wrote or read. But those moments were few and far between. When he spoke to you, rare as that was, he was painfully awkward, refusing to make eye contact. You wished he would, you wished you could gaze into his deep blue eyes.

You didn’t mind his avoidance entirely. You had heard stories from other women, of husbands who drank the day away and used their fists on their families. All things considered, you were lucky. The hard part was learning how to be alright with being the ghost in the estate that plagued him.

Shaking your head you turned, leaving the room. Machiko trailed behind you as you made your way to the kitchens. You listened patiently as she gossiped away about the goings on in the nearby town. She seemed to know which families were feuding, who had recently had a baby, even that a farmer had spent ‘too much’ on his chicken coop.

You nodded along to her words as you began preparing a simple dinner. Placing a pot over the kitchen fire, you filled it with water, humming in response to your friend’s words. Machiko chattered excitedly, grabbing ingredients. She buzzed about the kitchen like a bee, passing you items and then whisking them away as you finished.Together you made a fairly good team. It had shocked the household when you had insisted upon cooking. Foolishly you had thought of your mothers words ‘A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’. But despite numerous nights of cooking, he had yet to taste a single meal prepared by you. Your nightly cooking had, however, gained you the affection of the little household, something you had come to value greatly. The 4 of them were your family now. Speaking of, the young boy Saburo was at your hip, his hand sneaking a little carrot slice into his mouth. You smiled at the boy, winking when he made a shushing motion.

Your hands stilled from chopping an onion as Machiko’s voice grew uncharacteristically uncertain.

“Im sorry Machiko, what was that last part?” You paused in your actions, looking up to see a worried expression on the young woman’s face.

“In town, there have been a few disappearances the last two days.” She paused, hands twisting together as she continued, “Two young men and a grandma. No one can make sense of it.”

You nodded slowly, attention back on food preparation. That was nothing new. As worrying as it was, unexplained disappearances seemed to be happening all over the country. You had received letters from your mother and various female friends telling similar tales. Missing people, strange shapes in the night. You figured the answer was more simple than the tales the older women in the market whispered about. The scroll in Giyuu’s office came to mind and you paused. But no, you shook your head, just stories.

Finishing up preparations, you stood over the boiling water, stirring occasionally. Machiko sat quietly on the floor, fingers twisting again. “We’ll be ok right?”

You looked at her, eyes wide, she sounded so scared it alarmed you. She twisted a lock of her dark hair around on finger. Like this she looked not like a young lady of 18, but like a lost child. You noted Saburo next to her, his small face also filled with worry.

“Of course.” You filled your voice with as much confidence as possible. “Lord Tomioka will be home within a day.”

She nodded quietly, the normal sparkle returning to her eyes. You smiled at her, turning back to the boiling water. Hoping she couldn’t see the doubt in your eyes.

Sure your husband was taller than you, his shoulders wide. But he spent his days at home hunched over books and scrolls. How would he keep you safe? Granted, you thought, you had never seen him naked. Your first night together had never happened, as far as you knew your husband had never even slept in the same room as you. For all you knew he was capable of fighting. You paused, thinking of the swords that were displayed in the west wing. What did he do when away from home? What made him look so tired?

“Make sure everyone else gets dinner” You poured yourself a small bowl of the soup. “I’ll be retiring to my rooms for the night.”

Machiko nodded, smiling largely as the house's other 2 man servants walked in, drawn by the smell of cooking. They thanked you happily and you felt your heart warm with their smiles. Quietly slipping away you made your way through the halls and to the room you shared with your husband.

And here it was. The quiet you faced alone at the end of every day. Some nights you cried, others you would lie for hours in the dark, heart aching. You ate the warm soup slowly, the warm broth was a comfort against the chill that hung in the house once the sun set. Perhaps you would have a bath and then go to bed, that might be nice. But, it was terribly cold, you thought of the weather outside and the path that had to be taken to the well. While you had more freedom about the estate than most wives tended to, you knew the servants would kick up a fuss if you tried to get your own bath water. Kaito would probably chastise you before slapping a hand over his mouth. No, it was much too cold for anyone to be outside fetching water.

You placed your soup bowl in the hallway near the door. Tomorrow you could bring it to the kitchen. For once you found yourself sleepy. No ache in your heart or tears in your eyes.

Pulling off your kimono you shivered in the chill air, quickly tugging on your sleep robes. Snuffing out the lantern, you gathered your futon and slipped under the warm blanket. Sleep came quickly, whisking you off to pleasant dreams.

You jerked awake, it felt like no time had passed at all. You lay frozen, eyes shut as you tried to breathe evenly. Something had woken you. Your heart was beating like a drum. What had woken you? Your mind raced as goosebumps erupted across your skin. Every hair on your body felt like it was standing straight up.

‘The soup bowl’, It was a tiny thought and for a moment you relaxed. Of course, a servant had picked it up. ‘But they should all be asleep’ the thought had you on edge again, and you broke out in a cold sweat.

“Ohhh look at you.” a low voice you didn’t recognize cackled above you. Your eyes snapped open, heart in your throat. A wail left your lips as you took in what had awoken you.

A disgusting creature crouched above you. It looked like a man, but its shape was far too twisted and revolting to be called one. Blue and grey, with strange horns poking from its shoulders. It looked like the demon from Giyuu’s scroll. The beast cackled, drool puddling from its blue lips.

“A Hashira’s wife all alone.”

You squeaked, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as it grabbed you by the throat. The beast’s hand was disgustingly warm and wet. You realized with increasing panic that it was blood. The demon’s twisted arms were drenched in it. The scraps of clothing that hung from its lumpy flesh also splattered in dark red. Its hand tightened, and you gasped, hand clawing in vain. The beast’s skin was like stone, your attempt to claw it off futile.

“I think I’ll take my time with you.”

You barely heard the word, thrashing beneath your attacker. The hail of punches you rained upon its arms and hands bounced off like pebbles. You gurgled as the hand tightened further. This was it, you were going to die. Your mind roiled with panic, body moving on its own in the desperate attempt for escape, for air. Feet kicked out, hampered by the heavy blanket, the demon cackled again, amused by your dying attempts to free yourself. As your vision started to fade, you lashed out again, right fist connecting painfully with one of the shoulder spikes. Your skin split, blood splattering the beast’s face.

It froze, tight grip on your neck vanishing as it grabbed you hand. You shuddered, chest heaving as you greedily sucked in air. Your throat burned with each new breath

“Marechi.” the creature hissed, disgusting tongue lapping at your bleeding hand. You gagged as it moaned in ecstasy. Its mouth was hot against your skin, and you watched in horror as its eyes rolled back. The demon staggered, falling to one knee as it sipped on your blood. It looked drunk on your blood.

You blinked. It was drunk on your blood. Its grip was weak and movements sluggish. You could get away. But where? If you ran it would follow. It would hunt you down and drink you dry.

‘For you.’ Your husband’s voice reverberated in your head, a memory swimming to the surface. On your wedding day, the only words he had spoken to you. A gift of wisteria perfume, something you had yet to use. Your mind was like lightning, gathering more speed as thoughts continued to form. The wisteria plants around the estate now withered because of winter. The wisteria soap Giyuu insisted upon, a ridiculous 10 days walk to buy. The wisteria symbols on the clothing of the only doctor allowed on the estate grounds. Wisteria incense that was kept in his office. It was a jump, a wild conclusion, but you had nothing else. Either way you were dead.

Yanking your hand free, you turned, diving for your dresser. You heard the demon fall back, still moaning. Yanking the dresser drawer open, you fished out the small glass bottle. Spinning around, you hauled back your arm and threw just as the beast leapt at you. It howled as the glass bottle connected, shattering, the light purple perfume splashing over the demon's face and shoulders. You darted around it, throwing open the sliding room with such force that it fell out of its track, back into the room. Heart in your throat you darted down the hallway. Each breath was painful, rasping down your sore throat.

“AH!” Your foot slipped in something slick and you fell hard, bashing your elbow against the wooden floor. You glanced behind you, the beast was still howling but hadn’t yet started its pursuit. You stood, cradling your elbow as you looked at what your foot had slipped in.

Ichima’s face stared back at you, face frozen in a look of terror. You stifled a scream, the man’s head lay several feet from his body, the large blood puddle already congealing in the cold. Hand clasped over your mouth, you skirted around his body, tears streaming down your face. Gods, where was Machiko?

You began to run again, turning away from the entrance towards where Machiko’s room lay. You had time, you had to have time. She had to be ok. Within moments you were there, throwing the door open, chest heaving with your sobs. Empty. Empty but no blood. There was no blood. Relief bloomed in your chest and you sobbed harder. At least she had made it out. You prayed she hadn’t seen Ichima.

“YOU BITCH” The howl was close by, distorted.

You froze for a moment, then darted back out into the hallway. Legs burning as you pushed yourself to the limit. You were by no means athletic, having spent too many a day reading and sewing. But the fire of adrenaline in your veins was pushing you forward. You heard shoji screens and wood cracking behind you. The entire house was shaking as if it would collapse. The front door, you pushed through, cold wind and snow biting at your exposed skin. In your escape your robes had partially fallen open, but there was no time to fix it. The snow crunched with each step, luckily not too deep. You could still run.

Dashing into the forest, the cold air filled your lungs.Your feet were freezing and you could feel as sharp stones hidden by the fluffy snow cut into them. The forest echoed with your ragged breathing and the howling demon who was still in pursuit. Warm tears trickled down your cheeks, whisked back into your hair from the cold wind. It burned, your body began to ache, the pain becoming louder than your panic. You were running out of steam.

The pine trees opened up and you could see the clear field, the rolling hills of snow and just past them, the town. The lights from the town glittered tauntingly, you would never make it to their warm light. The ground was shaking as the demon closed in.

And then, a flash of burgundy and green cresting the nearest hill. Black locks of hair being wiped about by the wind.

“GIYUU!!!” You screamed, recognizing your husband’s haori. He was several yards away, but he was here, so much sooner than his message had implied. ‘At least I could see him one last time’.

Your vision blurred as more tears spilled out of your tired eyes. Your arms were flung wide open, a desperate gesture as you reached for the man. He was too far, you could feel the demon’s hands snatching at you, tearing your robes.Hands grabbed you and you screamed again.

“Its me. I’ve got you.” The even tone of your husband's voice sounded in your ear.

Somehow he had cleared the space between you in seconds, his warm arms wrapping you in tight embrace. He seemed un-phased by the demon that had halted its pursuit. You shivered in his arms, fingers tightly gripping his haori. The beast’s face was a melted mess, a single eye glaring at you. Giyuu shifted, hooking his arms beneath your knees and back to lift you off the ground. You became aware of just how cold you were, white puffs of breath leaving your chapped lips.

The demon howled, lunging forward and you tensed, fully expecting death. Giyuu however didn’t move, his face stoic.

“Water breathing first form!” Your head jerked to the right, watching as a young teen ran past you. He jumped, meeting the demon mid air with his sword. “Water Surface Slash!!”

The mangled blue face went flying high, the demon’s body slumping to the ground, black blood spilling from its neck. You watched in awe as the body began to flake away, disintegrating.

“Your skin is like ice.” You looked up at your husband, his brow was furrowed in concern. You felt your lips trembling and you silently began to cry. Hooking your arms about his neck you allowed yourself to fully sob, tired body shaking in his arms.

“Mr. Tomioka is she ok?”

“Is that your wife?”

“MONJIRO THAT WAS MY KILL!!!”

Different voices pepper your husband with questions as he began trudging back to the estate. You were cradled tightly in his arms, shivering. Giyuu was warm, his hair tickling your face where it rested on his shoulder.

“Here Mr. Tomioka, she can wear this.” You looked up, it was the boy who had killed the demon, He gently passed you his green checkered haori. You took it gratefully, covering as much of your exposed skin as you could. He smiled at you, the gesture sending a calm feeling through your chest.

“Thank you Monjiro” You whispered.

The boy laughed, rubbing the back of his head “Ahh its Tanjiro, Mrs. Tomioka.”

He pointed behind you, “They are Zenitsu and Inosuke.”

Looking over Giyuu’s shoulder you saw a yellow haired boy carrying a large box and what you assumed was another teen with a wild boar mask. Boar mask was prattling loudly, you could see steam escaping the boar mask’s nostrils. His wildly flapping arms clearly annoyed the boy with the yellow hair.

“ITADAKI HAS ALL THE FUN”

You laughed hoarsely, the last of your tears sliding down your cheek. “You’re home early.” You looked up into Giyuu’s face, eyes searching for an answer. The man sighed, a worried look settling on his face, “Kanzaburo must’ve been delayed by the snow. His old bones aren’t suited for flying as much” You blinked, you hadn’t realized the crow had a name. It was sweet.

Giyuu’s grip on you tightened as the estate came into view. You could see the blood stains from your feet trailing from the front door. Which was very much destroyed. The creature must’ve burst out full force, shattering the old wood of the entrance.

“Wow your house is ass” It was boar boy and you chuckled lowly as your husband shot him a glare. Very unlike the man, these boys seemed to bring out his emotions.

“LADY TOMIOKA” Machiro burst from the entrance hall, tears spilling down her cheeks. She ran across the snow, Kaito and Saburo close behind. They hit you all at once, arms encircling yourself and Giyuu. You felt the man tense, inhaling sharply. Your servants were all sobbing, hand clutching at the two of you in a tight embrace.

“Im so sorry, So sorry!” Machiko wailed, looking at you through her tears. “We hid, Im so sorry!”

“Ichima tried to stop the demon.” Kaito hiccuped, his shoulders shook as he sobbed “But it was so strong!”

Saburo for his part remained silent, his little face pressed into your husband’s haori, small hands gripping it with a white knuckled hold.

“Its ok.” You stated softly, reaching out to pat each of their heads. “You did exactly as I had hoped. Its ok.”

Their wails intensified and you felt Giyuu stiffen further, he was clearly uncomfortable. You straightened as best as you could in your husband’s arms, tugging Tanjiro’s haori more snug over your shoulders.

“Lets go inside. Ichima should be given a burial.” The small group nodded, wiping their eyes as they turned back to the estate.

Your household and Giyuu’s companions worked together quietly, gently wrapping Ichima’s body in a futon. The boys working together to dig a grave in the frozen ground of the inner garden. It had been agreed that Ichima would probably rest best there, the inner gardens his favorite napping spot in the summer.

You sat, shivering against Giyuu, insisting despite his quiet protest, to be there, to pray for Ichima. He had not stopped the demon, but his actions may very well have been enough to startle the demon. His body had been mere feet from your door and you had a feeling that because of him the soup bowl had clattered and alerted you to something being wrong. At your other side Machiko cried quietly, she held Ichima’s favorite haori in her arms. Your heart ached for the young woman, for the shattering that had happened to your small family.

“Wife, if you sit in the cold further you may lose your hands or feet.” Giyuu’s voice was close to your ear, his warm breath sending pleasant tingles across your skin. You nodded, flexing your fingers stiffly. Giyuu scooped you up, jerking his head at the trio of boys, “If you dont mind, could you bring water from the well? It's behind the manor.”

The boys nodded at him, all racing off in the direction of the well. Boar boy was howling about how he’d bring the most water. Their energy levels were refreshing in the aftermath of the night’s earlier horrors.

“Kaito, could you bring that box in with us.” The young man nodded, lifting the box carefully and following your husband as he carried you inside. Machiko and Saburo trailed behind quietly, following Giyuu as he made his way to the kitchen. The path of destruction in the inner hall had not reached the back of the estate and you mused that the west wing might be entirely alright.

Placing you in front of the kitchen fire, Giyuu left the kitchens. Machiko sat in front of you quietly, taking one of your hands in hers, rubbing it briskly to warm the flesh. The bleeding from the cut had thankfully stopped. You shivered despite the heat of the fire, pain and exhaustion filling your veins. Kaito set the big box near you, turning to add more wood to the fire. You shuffled on your rear, angling your feet to try and warm them.

“I'm hungry.” Saburo whispered, rubbing at his tear stained cheeks. You felt sad, the boy had only been in your employment a few months. His mother from the nearby town had insisted he go with you, promising him a good life. You had accepted as Machiro had mentioned wanting help with the house cleaning, but now you regretted it. The boy was only 7 and had already witnessed death.

“Well we can’t have any of Lady Tomioka’s cooking, she’s hurt.” Kaito mused, his face was tired but a small smile made it across his face. “I can make omurice?”

You smiled as the small group brightened. The feeling was returning to your hands, pain following it quickly as your skin tingled. “Please also make a meal for those boys?” Kaito nodded, pulling down enough dishes for everyone. Machiko stood and quietly began to assist him with the meal.

Tanjiro and his friends made their way in and you took off the borrowed haori, passing it back to the boy. He thanked you, shushing Inosuke as the boar began chattering away again. You laughed as Inosuke tried challenging Kaito to an ‘Egg breaking battle’. Tanjiro and Zenitsu sat next to the large wooden box, quietly talking amongst themselves.

“After you eat, why don't you all retire to the sitting room. The fireplace has been set up and there are extra futons.” It was Giyuu, he had returned from wherever he had been. The boys and your servants all agreed wholeheartedly, excitement growing as the first plate of omurice was completed.

“Lady Tomioka and I shall retire now.” You let out small gasp as your husband scooped you off the floor in a swift motion. Your servants bowed, wishing you well. The boys grunted goodnight as well, Zenitsu and Tanjiro holding Inosuke back from the momentarily unguarded eggs.

Giyuu made his way swiftly down the hall, away from the sitting room you noted. Settling against his chest, you enjoyed the closeness with him you had never experienced before. How unfortunate it would first occur after an attack. Your husband opened the door of his office with one foot, setting you down gently. As he closed the door behind you, you took note of the futon laid out near his desk.

“I had the small bath put in here.” Giyuu gestured at the small wooden tub that gentle steam wafted off. “The demon used our bathroom as entry.”

You nodded, limping over to the tub. Dipping a finger in the hot water, you winced. The cold had definitely done some damage. Slowly you dropped your robe, pulling off your undergarments with a groan, the adrenaline from earlier had fully worn off, your nerves all screaming at you with every move. You stepped into the bath, sliding gratefully into the hot water. Ignoring the pain tingling in your hands and feet, you sank into your chin. The warm water felt good against your tired body.Peeking back at Giyuu, you noted that the man was sitting stiffly, his back to you. Your heart sank, would things go back to normal, the avoidance and loneliness?

“Giyuu?” Your voice was little more than a whisper. “Join me?”

Giyuu looked over his shoulder, blue eyes wide. He looked panicked. You tried not to let the sadness that burbled in your chest show. You knew he would refuse. But to your surprise the man stood, slowly peeling off his clothing. His cheeks had gone red and your husband seemed determined not to make eye contact as he stepped onto the bath with you. He stood, clearly trying to assess how to fit in the tub with you, while also not looking at your naked form. You kept your eyes fixed on the wooden sides of the tub, doing your best to not stare at him, at his waist. Your husband was rather muscular, something you had not been expecting. It caused a heat to settle in your belly.

You shifted, turning from him and pressing your front against the side of the tub. Giyuu sank into the water, legs on either side of you. His knees poked out of the water. You slid backwards gently, stopping when your back pressed against his chest. Letting your head fall back onto his shoulder, you looked up at your husband. His blue eyes were piercing, cheeks dusted pink as he gazed at you.

“What happened tonight? Your voice was soft, carrying with it your exhaustion.

Giyuu began to explain slowly, telling you finally what kept him away from you so many days of the year. He spoke of the Demon Slayer Corps, the other Hashira. Of the boys he traveled with, his past. And finally of demons, the threat they posed, the battles that were on the horizon. You listened quietly, hands resting on his thighs. He explained why he hid it from you, why he avoided you. You heard his voice shake slightly as he explained he had been trying selfishly to keep you safe, but to also not grow attached. But he had.

Giyuu’s words finally stopped as he pressed his forehead against your shoulder, hands sliding across your waist as he hugged you from behind.

“Im so sorry. I was foolish” His words were barely audible. And then he was pulling away, getting out of the water. You pondered what he had said, looking at your reflection in the water. You didn’t blame him. From what he described he was an incredibly important man, a key to the whole operation. You stood, stepping from the water and accepting the towel Giyuu held. Drying off you watched him crouch, fixing the futon. He had already pulled a loose robe on.

“I will stand guard until you wake.” His eyes found yours as he stood, making his way to the door. You moved without thinking, the towel falling to the floor as you grabbed his wrist.

“Please stay.” You waited, half expecting him to jerk his hand away. His eyes were wide and then he was averting them, clearing his throat. You looked down, your naked form was in full view. “I'm your wife.” You didn't bother trying to hide the hurt in your voice.

You let go of his hand, moving to sit on the futon. Giyuu stood unmoving for a moment, still staring at the door. You took note of the beads of water that clung to the ends of his ponytail. His right hand clenched and unclenched.

“You are.” His response was unexpected as was his sitting next to you on the futon. He looked at you, his face sad. “I’ve neglected you, pushed you away and in the end you were still hurt.”

Giyuu seemed to be waiting for you to agree, to chide him, to ask for an apology. His blue eyes searching your face for upset and anger. You paused, unsure of what to do. You ran your tongue across your lips and noted as his eyes followed the movement, and almost inaudibly, his breath catching.

Grabbing his robes you pulled him forward, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. The man froze for just a moment and then kissed you back. Giyuu pressed against you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. You melted into him, reveling in his warmth.

He deepened the kiss, lips moving against yours at a fevered pace. You moaned into the kiss, lips parting slightly against his. Your husband slid his tongue into your mouth, pulling you up onto his lap, one hand digging into your flesh as he pulled your legs around his waist. You tangled your hands in his dark hair, trying to pull him as close as physically possible. After a moment you broke apart, both painting for air. The single line of mixed saliva hung between your lips as you stared into Giyuu’s eyes.

He kissed you again, rolling forward to press you against the futon. You moaned again, hips bucking upwards as he moved, kissing a hot line from the corner of your mouth down your neck. One of your husband’s hands had found your breast, gently kneading it as he took the nipple in his mouth. You gasped as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, hands gripping the bedding as you tried to steady yourself. You were growing wet, the heat between your thighs intensifying as his tongue lapped over your nipple. Your husband pulled back, releasing your breast. Giyuu shrugged off his robe, tossing it aside and you noted again how muscular he was.

His cock was hard already, curving up, the sight sending a jolt of desire to your cunt.

“May I?” He was panting slightly, skin flushed as he kneeled above you. You weren’t entirely sure what exactly he was referring to, but the fire in your stomach urged you to nod eagerly. Whatever it was you wanted it, you wanted him.

Giyuu kissed you again, balancing himself on one arm as his other hand slid down your side. You gasped into the kiss as you felt a finger trail gently against your folds. He played with you for a moment, the touch so light it was barely there. Your hips moved as you tried to get closer to his hand, to feel his touch. You slide your legs open wider, aching for him to touch you properly.

“Patience.” He whispered between kisses, “Patience wife.”

You moaned as the finger gently traced around your clit, so close and teasing.

“I have been patient, husband.” You gasped, hands sliding over his toned chest and shoulders. Giyuu hummed, attacking your lips again with his. His calloused finger slid into your heat and you cried out, hips bucking upwards. He withdrew the finger slowly, then began to pump it in you slowly. His rough thumb gently brushed against your clit with the movement, it was tantalizingly slow and you whined against his lips. His mouth was on your breast again, teeth grazing your nipple gently. It sent waves of pleasure across your skin.

“Please.” Your voice was high as you panted, “Please stop teasing.”

Your husband pulled his finger from you, taking the digit into his mouth to taste. You shivered, the sight arousing you further. You could feel the slick that was leaking down your thighs, staining the futon beneath.

Grabbing your thighs, Giyuu angled your hips upwards, kissing your inner thigh. You watched as he kissed along your thigh, licking at the sweat that beaded your flesh, stopping just before your dripping cunt. His warm breath tickled the exposed skin as he stared at you. You shook in his grasp, hands fisting the futon. Giyuu licked you, tongue flat against your folds as he slowly swiped up.

“Ah!”

Crying out, you arched against your husband’s face. He tightened his grip on your thighs, tongue licking a hot path through your folds. It was deliberately slow, a repeated motion, So intense yet too slow. Giyuu slowly lowered your hips to the futon, tongue continuing its motions. One large hand pressed against your right hip, locking your thigh against his shoulder. His hair tickled your thigh as he moved.

You cried out again as his calloused fingers entered you, pumping slowly as he sucked on your clit. The warmth in your stomach was intense, and you bucked against his face, reaching down to grab at his hair. He upped the pace, fingers curling in your heat as he swirled your clit with his tongue. You felt a third finger enter you and moaned at the stretching sensation, he was moving faster now, driving his fingers into your soft warm walls. His teeth scraped over your clit, the action almost sending you to release. As if he knew this, he slowed down, moving his mouth from your pussy to your thigh. He kissed the soft flesh there and then bit you gently. You bucked against him again, sighing as he licked your clit.

The lewd sound of his fingers in your cunt filled the room, and you moaned again, still trying to thrust your hips harder against his face. His arm was like a steel bar, pinning you perfectly. The heat in your stomach kept building, your legs shaking with each thrust of his fingers. Giyuu paused, slipping his fingers from you and glancing up. His pupils were blown wide as he licked his lips. He licked your arousal from his fingers, a small smirk on his lips as he watched you.

“You taste divine, wife.”

You shuddered, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. He continued staring as he sipped his fingers back into your heat, angling them up. He pumped slowly, occasionally curling them against your walls. “Do you want to cum around my fingers or my cock?”

You shuddered at his words, walls clamping around his pumping fingers.

“Please.” Your voice was shaking with need, hips moving slowly to match the pace of his fingers.

“Please what?” Giyuu licked your thigh, not breaking eye contact. You moaned as he began thrusting his fingers into you faster. Your walls clenched around him, you were close to release.

“Please, your cock!” You cried out.

Giyuu sat back, swiping his hand through his hair as the one still wet with your slick wrapped around his cock. He pumped it slowly and you watched, insides clenching at the sight. He was thick, a trail of dark hair leading from the base of his cock up to his navel. Your hips tilted upwards, desperate to have him within you.

Leaning forward, he guided the tip of his cock against your heat and you shuddered with pleasure. He teased it against your folds, rubbing the tip up against your clit.

“Please Giyuu.” Your hands gripped his shoulders, hips bucking in an attempt to have him slip in. Your thighs were slick with a mixture of sweat and arousal.

“Please what wife?” His voice was a whisper, blue eyes intensely staring into yours. He didn’t budge against your moving hips, keeping his cock just far enough so it wouldn’t slip in. It teased against your entrance, the silky head sliding up and down through your folds.

“Please fuck me!”

Giyuu complied, sliding in with a single fluid thrust. You were so wet he slipped into the base, his cock stretching your walls. You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. Both your hips stilled for a moment as you adjusted. You could see out of the corner of your eye the white knuckled grip your husband had on the bedding.

“Fuck.” A quiet curse slipped from the man’s lips, his skin shone with sweat. You moved slightly, moaning as the movement caused Giyuu to thrust into you lightly. He pulled back slightly, then thrust forward again, tip kissing the back of your cunt. It filled you entirely and you felt your walls clench again around his thick length. He thrust at an even pace, shifting to cover you entirely with his warm body. Your arms wrapped around his neck, he held onto your hips, thrusting his hot cock deeper and deeper within your wet warmth. His mouth was on your neck, warm breath puffing out and tickling the flesh. You threaded your hands through his hair, pulling his face up to kiss.

Moving one hand from your hip, he balanced on his forearm, lips hungrily moving against yours. Your tongues tangled, both moaning in pleasure as your hips moved in tandem. The heat in your stomach had grown almost unbearable, you were so close. As if he felt this, your husband’s hips picked up their pace, slamming into your cunt. You felt his balls slap against your ass with the rough movement.

Giyuu’s lips were back on your neck, low groans leaving his lips with each thrust. Your walls were clenching around him, pulling his cock further into your heat. You felt the blunt head of his cock drilling against your cervix as you whined. The pleasure was so intense, you gasped, wanting release.

“Cum for me.” His voice was hoarse in your ear, the words sending a shiver straight to your core. You moaned, hips thrusting up to meet him. Giyuu hooked his arm under your knee, angling your hips upwards. The change of angle made you see stars as he kept up his relentless pace, his cock sliding nearly all of the way out of your swollen lips before quickly returning to bury to the base. He thrust again and you came undone, walls spasming around his cock as you came.

Giyuu cursed low, thrusts becoming sloppy as your walls fluttered around his cock. Your mind was hazy with pleasure and you moaned, writhing beneath him. He sat back, grabbing your hips as he thrust faster, intent on his own release. The heat had already begun building in you again. Each thrust of his cock scraping against your sensitive walls. You moaned, back arching as you drew close to release again.

“Can I-” His voice was a thick rasp, hips slamming into yours at a desperate pace, “finish in you?”

You looked up at your husband, his hair fallen from its ponytail, framing his face, mouth open slightly as he pounded you. He was beautiful.

“Yes please.” Your voice was barely a whisper but it sent him over the edge. Giyuu moaned, hips stuttering into yours as he came. His hot seed filled you as he thrust sloppily. You cried out at the sensation of it sending you into a second, smaller release.

Giyuu slumped over you, sweat beaded across his forehead. He was smiling, you realized, your heart swelling at the sight. Kissing your forehead, he gently pulled his limp member from you, standing. You watched, trying to catch your breath as he quickly washed the mix of your slick and his cum from his abdomen. Your husband picked up your discarded towel from the floor, soaking the corner in the bath before returning to you. He cleaned your folds and thighs gently, kissing your knee as he finished. You shifted, pulling the blanket from under you and slipping beneath.

“Please stay.” Your voice was filled with sleep as you blinked blearily up at the dark haired man. You were losing your battle against sleep. Giyuu slid under the blankets with you, wrapping his arms around you. He kissed your forehead again, and your eyes slid shut, catching his answer as you fell asleep.

“Forever.”

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