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wind pillar || shinazugawa sanemi × f! reader
cw! - sanemi behavior, smut (public sex, degradation, unprotected sex)
requests : open
nsfw under the cut
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green fields, red roofs, a little path leading into a forest. little girls wearing cream colored yukatas while walking hand in hand, chatting happily. those little scenes pass you by quickly, as you sat next to shinazugawa sanemi on the infamous mugen train. it was quiet and empty, probably because of everything that happened here before.
ten minutes ago, sanemi and you boarded mugen train for a mission all the way in niigata prefecture. a snowy, mountainous region, which means excruciating work for your body. niigata - that's a long, three hour ride - obviously, you instantly claimed the window seat of your booth and with an exaggerated sigh, the pillar sat next to you, reading through some details of your mission. and since then, it's been unbearably quiet.
you met sanemi six months ago - mitsuri dragged you along to one of the hashiras drinking parties. obviously, she noticed you eyeing the wind hashira with a blush and instantly pulled you into the women's bathroom. "sanemi?" she sqeaked with a quick twirl, it's no use denying, so you nodded with a bashful smile. quickly, she filled you into his relationship status and gave you a brief overview of his character, "he's a challenge, (y/n). you're gonna love it, though, I know your type, he's that... times a million." with a new-found confidence, (after two peptalks from your friend), you downed another sake shot and made your way over to sanemi, who stood outside, smoking a kiseru.
"that's impressive" you commented, after he puffed out the smoke in a circle. watching it disintegrate into the night, he spoke "it's nothing. my dad, that wretched bastard, could do jellyfishes." turning to look at you, he gave you a lopsided grin. "don't have a good relationship with your dad?" you asked. that question painted the rest of the night, both of you drunkenly talking about your parents for hours, refusing to leave the inn.
the train stopped at the first station of your trip, thirty minutes have passed. you watched as the only other person in your wagon left and nobody else entered. "so it's just us two, huh?" you said, looking at sanemi with a slight twinkle in your eyes. he looked back, watching you blink seductively, and sighed, "what the fuck are you implying, (y/n)?". leaning back, he studied you, waiting for one of your annoying replies. "I'm just saying..." you started, voice barely above a whisper, trailing a vein on his muscular arm, "nobody else is here." you purred into his ear. quickly, you pulled away and turned your attention back to the scenery outside, "not like your would do it here" you added, waiting for him to snap. sighing, he shuffled closer to you, grabbing your waist, "you really think I won't fuck you on this train, bitch? I'd have you bouncing on my cock at the imperial palace, I don't give a shit." sanemi lifted you onto his lap, so you could feel his hardening cock pulsing beneath you, "bet you'd like that, whore, hm?" he pressed, you kept your lips shut, just slightly grinding against his dick with soft rolls of your hips. impatient, he grabbed your face, lowering you dangerously close to his lips, "I asked you a fucking question." you could feel the air of his words blowing against your mouth. "yes" you said, immediately pressing your lips against his. nibbling on his lower lip, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing him closer to you. slowly, he pressed his tongue through your lips, intertwining it with yours, as he moved his hands from your thighs to flip your skirt over, revealing your soaked underwear. "fuck" he rasped, you could feel his dick twitching through his pants.
as you busied yourself undoing his belt, sanemi peeked outside. fortunately, he couldn't see the next station, but decided to hurry anyway. "quick", he whispered hotly against your ear as you freed his fat, pulsing cock. you spit into your hand and began to jerk his girth, watching pre drip down, as he pushed your panties to the side, burying two of his fingers inside your wet pussy. instantly, he pressed his other hand over your mouth to muffle your moans and pulled his fingers, coated in your juices, out. "sit down, pretty girl." sanemi insisted and you wasted no time, navigating his cock to your pussy. feeling his head against your entrance, you sank down, biting one of his fingers to muffle your shout. although you're soaked, the stretch burned ; he filled you to the brim and you were sure he'd penetrate your cervix before your ass even met his balls. impatiently, sanemi pressed his hips up, to bury himself completely in the ecstacy that is your pussy. he wasted no time and started thrusting quickly, the noise echoed obscenely against the walls of the train, mixing with the rattling against rails. quickly, he found your clit, rubbing it in circles, while watching your tits bounce at his brutal pace. your juices dripped down his balls, onto the seat, while you drooled against his hand. as your pussy clenched and pulsed against his dick, your thighs started to tremble and your back arched deliciously, you felt like you were falling down, before an unearthly orgasm hit you. feeling the way your pussy spasmed, sanemi rasped curses under his breath and with a few, messy, thrusts, he spilled his warm, sticky cum deep inside you.
"tickets, please!" the conducter shouted as he entered your wagon. both of your hair was messy and you opened the window to get rid of the smell, although the wind was icy. you're so glad you packed double the amount of panties you usually would.
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WHAT WE LIKE | HC
hotaru x fem!reader
fluff + married + stay at home wife reader + this is a bit short
him getting married was something the village NEVER expected
and to a sweet but fierce y/n much less. another shocker!!
anyway, your life with him is… pretty hectic.
at first, as his first relationship, it was quite stressful.
but the two of your were already quite old, looking for something serious so communication came very easily.
affection was quite tuff but soon it was the main expression of love and gratitude.
anyways, you had come up after a long day of selling
while you were a stay at home wife, that didn’t stop you from going up the mountains and giving out lunches to the hard working swordsman, especially that hungry husband of yours.
normally you’d be the first to get home, because of how dangerous night time could be .
despite how protected the village was, you could never be too cautious
but to your dismay, today was quite too long and you got home after dark
and to your surprise, hotaru was already home
“where were you?” he asks with a pout and a huff.
“sorry,” you apologize with a pout, “i had someone ask for so many orders i took all day cooking and packing that’s why i gave you yours first thing in the morning.”
he could see how tired you were, and as soon as you walked over to him, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into his lap
his calloused hands grab your mask and pull it off, revealing your smile, despite how tired you were and looked, you were bright and enchanting in his eyes
“you left dinner before you left, hm?”
“i did,” you sigh and he massages your shoulders, eyes closing.
“let’s eat, hm? i don’t like eating without you.”
you grin, “awe, what a cutie.” you flick his forehead, “but i know you ate already. you just won’t have the second bowl without me.”
he denies it harshly but you laugh hard as he picks you up and carries you to the dining table.
he always places you gently, making sure you’re comfortable.
to your enjoyment, he serves both of you.
and you enjoy the meal a lot more when he tells you about his hatred towards kamado tanjirou and his love for blade polishing.
while you yourself knew how to make blades, you’d much rather hear about it than do it.
as hotaru says “you weren’t made for that.”
and he makes sure you’re pampered for the rest of the night.
a nice bath. a nice scrub. a nice change of clothes.
and a warm cuddle to fall asleep in.
oh, and that warm kiss of your forehead. along with whispered praises and hopes to see each other in the morning.
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FEAST - Upper Moons, Muzan x Y/N reader
MuzanxKokushiboxDoumaxReader
Synopsis: Muzan calls for a meeting with the 3 Upper Moons and his wife is just s little greedy and Muzan decides to share her.
Warning: SMUT 18+ explicit content, slight dub con, group sex, rough sex, threesomes, choking, slapping, spanking, degradation kink, praise kink, slight blood kink, masochism, voyeurism? Monster kink, size kink, oral sex, mentions of kidnapping, murder,violence. So much going on in this.
A/N: first time writing a big group sex thing so it’s probably a bit cringey at times and it’s not edited so there’s probably lots of errors. I am such a simp for these four and have been trying to put them together the best I could. Anyways, hope you enjoy and don’t say I didn’t warn ya 😏
Word count: 7,102
"Y/N," Master Muzan calls from the dining hall, "please bring some of that wine out here."
You hurriedly, grab the bottle and a glass from the cabinet and rush out to the dining room. You freeze for a moment when you arrive. Noticing the Master isn't alone- there's 2 Upper Moon demons siting at the table, your master at the center while one of them sits at his left and the other at his right.
Moonstruck, you cautiously, approach the table, taking in all the guests in a mixture of awe and fear. These two were the real deal. demons after Muzan himself. They were all sitting in one room and you feel the powerful aura that emanated from each of them.
"I'm so sorry, Master, " you stutter, "I didn't realize we had guests, or I would have gotten more glasses."
"It's alright, little dove," Those crimson eyes meet your nervous ones, searing into your soul as usual, making you feel all sorts of flustered.
Master Muzan was the King of Demons. The one that commanded them all to do his bidding. He held the most power. He was also the Devil incarnate because he was able to create demons and to become more powerful he fed on humans. He had an unrivaled bloodlust and was cold to everyone around him. He was cunning, vicious and evil. To everyone but you.
You had been just a human girl, on the brink of starvation when he took you in. He originally was going to fatten you up to kill you, but he ended up finding comfort in your presence and ended up falling for you instead. Because most humans would have been disgusted and terrified of him. But you were willing to do anything to please him. Most demons like him - emotions capable of emotions like love. But you had made him feel much more powerful than his demon army could.
Naturally, you too had fallen in love with the Devil who had saved you. Call it Stockholm Syndrome if you will- but you willingly stayed after learning what he really was. After seeing the blood he shed and the lives he destroyed. You fell in love with the monster anyways.
"Well isn't she a delight?" One of the upper moons cooes, he was ethereal. Like an demon in angel's clothing. This was the vibe the demon gave. He had friendly and inviting smile on his face, but something in those rainbow irises told you it was probably just a mask of the true intent that hid underneath. The one that was full of malice and all things evil. He made you shiver at how someone demonic could look so heavenly. He had pale porcelain skin, and long locks of silvery blonde hair, that swept in all kinds of different directions.
"This is my wife, Y/N," Your Master, replies. "Little dove, this is Douma, he's Upper Rank 2."
You bow your head in respect, "it's a pleasure to meet you."
"my my and she knows her manners too," he kisses your hand with his lips, his touch cold yet shivers automatically shoot down your spine. Something about this demon intrigued you and you wanted so desperately to know the devil underneath those rainbow eyes.
"Lord Douma, if you could please keep your hands to yourself," Muzan warns.
"But I mean she just looks so exquisite- it's shame she's your wife. I'd claim her for myself in an instant."
"You're disgusting," another Upper Moon mumbles to the left of Douma. "Have some fucking respect."
This demon had a more serious aura about him, he seemed more pissed off that he was here. He had hair the color of magenta and eyes like seemed to glow like the sun. His skin was a cool gray hue that had blue lines marking his skin and the rest of his body. He was well defined, as had an open purple vest that exposed his torso. You so desperately wanted to trace all those lines on his chest to see how deep they ran.
"Oh calm down, Pink Head, I'm just paying the lovely lady with some compliments."
"You never have genuine compliments," The Pink haired Upper Moon hisses. "or genuine intentions."
You can't help but giggle at their little banter. All three pairs of eyes focusing on you when you do. You can't help but feel a little shy being at the focus of all these powerful demons. Handsome ones at that.
"She giggled," The Pink Haired Demon says, sounding surprised. "Has she no fear of being around us?"
Muzan looks at you with adoration, "no, my little dove is quite fearless."
"Amazing," Douma wonders, "and she's so fûcking cute too."
Suddenly the doors to the dining room burst open, and the air shifts. As if it was a sunny day and the thunder decided to roll in. This is power this demon had. He had the most intimidating presence of all. He was very tall and muscular, taller than the rest of the demons here. His hair fell into black luscious waves, the ends dipped in a deep red. But it was his eyes that made you tremble. Six pairs of eyes the color of the moon- his scleras a deep red that matched the tips of his hair. He was beautiful in such an intimidating way. If you weren't currently married to Muzan, you'd be falling in your knees in an instant for this man.
"Look who finally decided to show up." Douma taunts, earning a cold glare from the demon.
Something inside you quivered which each step he took. His purple and black checkered kimono billows behind him.
"Kokushibo, you're late," Muzan adds.
"I was busy," the demon finally replies and oh his voice is enough to make you press your thighs together.
Fuck fuck fuck.
You were married to the most powerful demon of all and yet you were craving these demons just as much.
The newcomer- Kokushibo. Who you knew from the character that was stained on his iris- that he was the Upper Rank One, took a seat the other end of the table.
"Well now that everyone is here, we can finally start this meeting, little dove, do you mind getting some more glasses ? "
"Of course, Master," when you looked in those crimson eyes there was a knowing smirk there and you exit the dining room in a flash.
While you're in the kitchen, you can't help but sneak a hand underneath the folds of your skirt, past your panties and feel your arousal dripping.
The amount of power in that dining room had you soaked to the core, flustered and embarrassed at the lewd images that filled your head, you hastily pull your skirt back down and grab the glasses from the cabinet.
Being a little short, you struggle to reach some of them, you try to climb the cabinet but a hand snakes around your waist, pining you between the counter and his backside. "Careful, little one, you're going to injure yourself." He reaches up to grab the glasses for you and places them in your hands, his pale large veiny hands covering your small ones completely.
"Thank you, Lord Douma," you say, a little breathless at the way he was holding you. You could feel something against your backside.
"No problem, little one, I'd be happy to help you in any way," He whispers seductively in your ear, his voice is soft and melodic but the way he speaks, has your nipples straining against the fabric of the flimsy gown you wore.
"Aren't you supposed to be at the meeting?" You murmur as you feel a hand creep under your skirt.
"I am but I excused myself for the bathroom, sometimes a man has needs to attend to," his hand traces circles along your thigh before reaching the outline of your panties. "I know your Muzan's, but fuck, I can't keep my eyes off you. I want to devour you so badly but my curiosity for you and what you'd feel like around my cock, overshadows that and I want nothing more than to have a little taste of you," he tugs your ear between his teeth causing you you whine softly, his fingers dip into your panties and begin to rub your clit. "Did you know all of us demons have a heightened sense of smell, so I can smell your sweetness from across the room. And I just gotta have it."
"But I'm Muzan's," you protest lamely, arching your back as the circles on your clit quicken.
He laughs into your ear, "that's not what your sopping cunt says right now. Akaza was right. I'm not a man with good intentions. I take what I want, when I want."
With a wicked glint in his, he inserts a finger into your hole, he groans lightly at the way your finger just sinks him in, "so fucking wet for pussy that belongs to someone else."
You shamelessly begin to grind yourself againt him as he begins to fuck you his finger.
"Look at you, grinding on me like a needy slut," Douma cooes, while adding a second finger, scissoring them to stretch out your gummy walls. Soon a third finger is added, and you're a sopping mess as he curls them upward immediately finding the spot that makes you scream. "Careful now, don't want your husband to hear you, or maybe you do."
All you can do is whine as he fucks you brutally with his fingers, you hear some rustling, and then your panties are being ripped down, and something hard is poking at your entrance. As soon as it pierces your walls, you let out a wail. The stretch burns and Douma gives you no chance to adjust to his curved long cock as he brutally pistons into you. Your still wedged between him and the counter so there's no room for you to move. Your completely trapped and helpless against his assault on your body.
"Fuck. So. Damn. Tight," he moans in your ear.
You could feel every scrape and every vein of his throbbing cock hammering into you, he was much longer than Muzan was and seemed to reach places deeper, and perhaps it was the precarious position you were in but all you could feel was him.
"Don't stop," you cry, you knew it was wrong for letting Douma fuck you, but it felt too good that you couldn't resist submitting to his control.
"Don't worry, Dollface," he pulls your ass out so it's angled and you have more room to move. You finally can glance down at where your connected, his balls slapping against your skin, that you knew would leave bruises with how hard they were slapping. His thrusts were relentless, animalistic. The counter's edges dig into your skin with each thrust.
Muzan has his rough tendencies, but this was another level, and you were overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure.
Douma's hands travel to your covered breasts and he cups them in his large hands giving time a squeeze.
"You keep clenching around me and I'm going to cum sooner than we both want. Although maybe I should use you for my own personal cum dump, and just take what I want from you."
You're so incoherent at this point that all the comes out of your mouth is strangled garbles, which turns into a whimper when he wraps a hand around you throat to cut off your airway.
"But unfortunately we can't take as long as we want, because your husband is probably wondering where we are," he just continues to babble in your ear.
The possible reminder of Muzan catching you with Douma, made you even more aroused than it should. You clamp around his cock at the thought, which causes him to fuck you harder. You could feel your stomach coiling he continued to pound into that one spot. He kept playing with your airway, with each thrust of his cock he would squeeze and then let go.
"Fuck, Douma, I'm close," you cry, tears streaming down your cheeks.
"So am I, your pussy is amazing, I want to kidnap you and keep you for my own. Muzan is a lucky motherfucker."
His thrusts become slower more torturous as if to draw out your agonizing orgasm, which was desperate for release. You were about to lose it if you didn't cum soon. The ache was too much. Too overwhelming.
"Please Douma, let me cum," you beg.
He laughs, "You can beg better than that."
you pout, but that instantly changes when his speed picks up again, rocking your body with his, "FUCK DOUMA LET ME CUM PLEASE."
He cackles, his rainbow irises bright with amusement, "if Muzan comes in here because of that we are both dead."
"I don't care," you hiss, pushing yourself back on his cock trying to get more.
"Well go ahead then, cum slut, make a mess on my cock," Douma encourages. "If you're the desperate to. I think you're just too drunk on my cock to not care about anything else."
His mocking tone along with his greedy thrusts, has you coming undone.
"That's it, make a mess for Douma," he grins madly, before thrusting a few more times before exploding inside you. You both watch in satisfaction as his cum fills you up. "Looks so pretty with my cum." He grabs something behind him and shoves it into your pussy, making sure his cum doesn't leak out.
"Shit Douma, what if Muzan sees?"
The haze of sex has lifted and you're reminded of what you had just done. But there's no shame or remorse on Douma's face and you sure don't regret a single thing.
"Well if Muzan finds out we're both dead, but it was worth it. Come let's go back to the meeting I'm sure he's wondering where both of us went."
Douma leaves you and you hastily follow after. Arriving at the dining room.
"Sorry, Master Muzan i must have had an upset stomach, one of the girls I ate today before coming here must have messed me up," his rainbow irises have disappeared into crescent moons as he takes his seat next to Akaza.
How could he act like nothing happened just now? Meanwhile, you could feel his cum still inside you, and your cheeks were probably flushed. You had no idea how you looked right now.
As soon as Muzan's scarlet cat eyes land on you, you see that familiar glint in them, and you know he knows.
He was the Demon King after all, he knew everything.
"Little dove, did you forget the glasses as I asked for you to get for our guests?"
His tone is calm, but there's an underlying of a mocking tone.
Shivers immediately go done your spine as you bow in a frenzy, "I'm so sorry, Master I- I don't know how I could have forgotten. I'll go back and get them."
"What a bad girl," Muzan tsks. "You forgot something so simple? I wonder why that is."
"Muzan- I-"
"Y/N come here."
You freeze he never uses your actual name unless it's for a punishment. Ashamed you walk over to where Muzan is sitting, but it's a little hard to with Douma's cock nearly damaging you just moments ago. Whom had a smug grin on his face.
"Muzan-"
"Shut the fuck up and turn around," you shiver at cold and calm his tone was. But you obey nonetheless.
Muzan pushes you against the table, your front side digging into the edge. He pushes up the hem of your skirt and your cheeks immediately heat. All of the demons in this room could see your naked ass. But before you could look to see what their reactions are like, a hand comes down on your ass hard, you jolt at the sudden harsh sting. You look back at those scorching scarlet orbs that seemed to burn into you. Fingers graze your swollen pussy, that's stuffed with your underwear."
"Looks like you've been having too much fun with one of my demons," Muzan states, flashing a glare at Douma before glaring at you again. He tugs the cloth out for your pussy and you cry feeling the liquid drip out of you.
"Douma you just can't control yourself can you?" Akaza scolds and you hear a sudden slash. You turn to see Douma's head being split in half. Akaza's hand covered in his blood. You grimace at the sudden violence but a slap against your ass steals your attention.
"Of course he couldn't," Muzan chastises, "how could he resist such a slutty pussy? Especially when it belongs to me?"
"Because it's fûcking paradise, that pussy is," Douma's melodic voice is back and you see that he's regenerated looking as bright as ever.
"Did he fuck you good?" Muzan inquiries, ignoring the Upper 2, his focus entirely on you and your flushed cheeks and the way Douma's cum oozes out of your glistening cunt. "Looks like he did if you let him cum in you."
You're at a loss for words.
He suddenly grips your throat yanking your had back, choking you slightly, making you look at only him, "fucking answer me, slut!"
"Y-yes," you sob, "He fucked me really good."
He chuckles darkly, "perhaps I should let them all fuck you. Huh? Would you like that? Because you're such a slut my cock isn't enough to satisfy you? So you must have them all."
"Muzan-" you try to plead but suddenly your mouth is being stuffed with something wet. Your arousal pools when you realize it's your panties that's wet with yours and Douma's cum. The stench of sex fills your nostrils.
"Shut the fuck up and get on the fucking table."
Trembling out of embarrassment and arousal you climb on the table, your legs shaking.
Before you can situate yourself, Muzan is flipping you over on your back, and drags your head over the edge, letting it hang. Your legs are spread wide letting all the upper moons getting a view of your exposed cunt.The panties in your mouth are being yanked out and replaced with something hot, thick and heavy. Before you have a chance to process, it's being rammed down your throat without any warning.
Muzan looks at you with a sadistic grin as he plows his cock into your mouth. You could feel the blood rushing to your head making you light headed in this position. But he didn't care to stop at your precarious situation. For Muzan wasn't a kind man when he had to punish. His punishments were cruel and brutal. But never to you. That's why you were so shocked but aroused at his sudden cruelty. Saliva and his precum coated your tongue and dripped out of your mouth, as his balls slapped against your chin.
"What a pathetic little cock whore you are," Muzan mocks, as his cock continues tearing into your throat constantly hitting the back of it. "Who wants a turn with my whore's pussy first?"
"Don't mind if I do," you hear Douma say from somewhere, but your mind is too fuzzy. If you were human, you would have died from getting throatfucked in this position with how hard Muzan was abusing it. You wouldn't be able to talk after this for awhile or ever again if he continued. Suddenly, you feel hands spreading your legs apart, a cold breath hits your aching cunt and when the first flick of a tongue meets your folds, you buck your hips at feeling causing Muzan's cock to hit the back of your throat harshly. A chuckle sounding like Douma's tickles your dripping hole, causing you to flutter. You lose it when that tongue begins swirling your clit. Despite his cold breath Douma's tongue was hot and consuming against your pussy lips sending you into immediate overdrive with the urgent yet hungry way he eats you out. He holds your hips with his hands to keep you from squirming. Becoming a prisoner to his delicious assault. His fingers splay your wet lips open, making it easier to that sweet spot. His slurping noises have you screaming . You weave your fingers into those silky, soft silver locks and push him in as deep as can go.
"You taste so fucking sweet, Doll," Douma hums against your folds. His feasting on you is relentless. The way he swirls and sucks on your clit has you falling apart within seconds. But he doesn't stop when you've cum on his face already he just keeps going. Your thighs shaking as he guides you through another orgasm.
Meanwhile, Muzan is still violently fucking your throat, you could feel every vein of his hard cock as he repeatedly slams into you. It grows heavier against your throat and you knew he was close by the low-yet strained grunts coming from the Demon King above, but before you get the chance to feel his seed down your throat. He's yanking your head off and hot cum sprays your face instead. When you whine in protest, he interrupts, "coming down your throat would be a reward for you. I'm not sure you deserve the reward yet."
Douma, removes himself from your pussy, he guides you up into a sitting position, his face is soaked in your juices, you your lips at the sight.
"So delicious," he praises, before pulling you forward, he reaches for you face and brings you into a hungry, demanding kiss. His lips cold yet, hot at the same time. Tasting your arousal his tongue as he swirls it with yours. You shamelessly lock your arms around him bringing him closer so that you're in his lap, straddling him. You grind yourself on his clothed erection, causing him to coo in your ear. "Such a messy girl, you're making such a mess on my pants. Does it drive you crazy knowing that the four most powerful demons are watching you make a mess on me? Watching you turn into a dirty, greedy, little whore? Hmm?"
You turn into mush at his soft voice that's filled with such lewd words, you continue grinding on him, feeling his massive length under you.
"Yes, Douma."
He chuckles, leaning back lazily watching you fall apart in his lap, while he was doing nothing to help you.
"Look at your girl becoming a slut for another," Douma smirks at a glowering Muzan. You blink your eyes open and meet those scorching scarlet ones. Making you even more turned on. He was currently sitting in his chair, leaned back while stroking himself. His black curls sticking to his face from sweat. A feline, predatory look in the way he stares at you, while you're getting yourself off in another man's lap has you become more frantic- more bold. More needy.
"Yes because that's all she is. Is a good little whore for us demons to ruin."
You moan, gripping Douma's neck, glancing around the room at the others. Akaza was looking disgusted and aroused at the same time. As if fighting an eternal storm in his brain. But the noticeably large tent in his pants said otherwise. His golden eyes meet yours and you beckon him with your finger.
"Come join us, Akaza," you plead. Kokushibo on the other hand was much harder to read. He gave nothing away in those moon colored orbs as those six eyes stared at you with an intensity so strong but it was cold and indifferent at the same time.
"Yeah Koku and Akaza, am I only one going to indulge in this sweet pussy or are you guys going to join?"
"I have no interest," Koku hisses, but his eyes never shift from yours.
"I don't want to share with you," Akaza bites back. "I fucking hate you, rainbow child. "
"But it's not for me, it's for her."
"Plus it's my orders to get to know what's mine," Muzan adds. "And what you'll never get to experience again after this."
"More the reason for me not to join," Koku growls. "Why would I join if I can't keep her all to myself?"
"Because I want you too, Daddy," you plead.
Something in those six eyes flashes, something dangerous that coils in your gut, you come on Douma's lap making a mess, "good job, little one."
"You have no idea what you're asking of me," Koku warns.
"He's a coward then," Douma taunts, flashing the Upper One a charming smile, as he sheds out of his clothes, your jaw dropping as his body was revealed. Douma had a well toned physique his muscles were exquisite and smooth, broad shoulders and a slim waist. Your eyes traveled this cock that you hasn't been able to see before when he was fucking you with it in the kitchen. It was massively long with a slight curve. A good ten inches. You bet. And it stood red and angry against his taut stomach as crisscrossed his legs and brought you back into his lap, not wasting a moment guiding his long shaft into your awaiting heat. You wrap your legs around him, this position was new something you'd never done with Muzan. Every part of Douma was flushed with you. Your tits slapped against his bare chest you rode him in this position. Every inch of his cock was deep and snug against your slick walls. He lets out a strangled moan when you take your nails down his back. There was no telling where you ended and where he started. And you both loved it. He dug his sharp nails into your hips, trying to pull you in deeper.
"Fuck," you both moan, you throw your head back, in pure utter bliss. Reveling in the way he dug into your hole, how every vein and every crevice seemed to scrape along yours. You were sure he was all the way in your stomach.
"You feel so snug and warm against me Doll," Douma praises, his nails digging in deeper. Drawing a little blood causing you to arch into him. "Those idiots don't know what they're missing out on."
A low growl comes from Koku.
"Your blood is just a pretty as you are," Douma grins manically, he brings one of his hands that's covered in your blood. Before bringing it to his mouth. Those usually bright eyes instantly darken and turn feral, the sight of him tasting your blood has you sobbing in pure pleasure. He shoves one into your mouth causing you to choke around his fingers. You instantly taste the metallic taste on your tongue. "Don't you taste divine, little one? Fuck, I might just steal you away from Muzan. I'm too fucking addicted to everything about you. You are so fucking perfect for me. The perfect little doll who takes whatever I give you. don't you all want a taste?"
His words and his actions send you into a frenzy mess and it's not long before your spasming around him, clamping down on him as your orgasm takes over.
"Fuck Douma," you scream.
"I love it when you scream my name," Douma says ever so softly.
Before you have a chance to breathe, you're being pulled off of Douma's cock, you cry at the sudden emptiness. But strong arms whip you around, and without warning a new cock it's a little shorter than Douma's but it is thick, and it's girth is ravenous as it enters you, your head is being pushed down on Douma's lap. His still hard cock being shoved in your face, he just smirks and lifts your head.
"Took you long enough to join us, Pink Head."
"Shut the fuck up, Rainbow Shit," Akaza seethes as he rams into you from behind. His marked hands grip your hips, as he rocks forward into you. Your whole body is jerking at the sudden abruptness. "It's my fucking turn. So let me fuck the bitch."
"Ohmygodohmygod," you cry, "Akazaaaa, you feel incredible."
His cock split you open perfectly. You eagerly took his length in.
"Damn, who pissed you off pinky?" Douma teases, looking at you with a mischievous grin. His long fingers grip your chin and pries your mouth open, his other hand strokes his cock. He smacks teases your half opened lips with the tip, smearing precum on your face. "Open your mouth, little one."
You open up wide, he dutifully shoves your head down on his cock, you hollow your cheeks and slacken your jaw to help take him in. But he didn't really you a chance to adjust as he forced your head up and down his long shaft. Akaza's harsh thrusts causing for Douma's cock to bump down your throat even deeper. Everything felt so good. You'd never felt so used in your life and you were loving every inch of it.
"Now there's a good slut," Douma taunts, "my own personal cocksleeve. Is there anything you can't do?"
"How are you feeling little dove ?" Muzan suddenly calls out, sounding amused. "You're looking quite stuffed there."
To be honest, with the other two demons currently using you for their pleasure you had forgotten about your husband.
"Her mouth is too stuffed with my cock, Muzan, she's not going to answer you," Douma chants.
"Douma you talk too fucking much!" Akaza snaps, his hips snapping in response and then everything falls silent.
Except for skin on skin, and the lewd moans and slurping sounds that filled the room. The three of you were way to into this situation.
"That's it, bitch," Akaza growls as you begin to spasm around his cock. "Squeeze me just like that."
Meanwhile Kokushibo was as silent as ever. His moon colored eyes watching with unnerving intensity. He didn't know what he wanted. He knew he wanted you. But he hated everyone else in this room and didn't like the idea of having to share you with any of them. His cock was painfully hard under his kimono. His knuckles where white and gripping the edge of his seat. But watching how the mess the other demons turned you in, listening to your sweet moans and listening to how wet you were, it was driving him mad.
"Fuck,"' you managed in between having Douma's cock down your throat. "Don't fucking stop. Please Akaza."
"Don't worry, I won't stop until your leaking full of my cum."
Fuck. You were so overwhelmed. The pleasure was unbearable.
You came in white waves, just as Douma's load shot in your mouth.
"Good girl," Douma grins when you swallow all of it.
Not long after Akaza releases in your sensitive cunt with a low grunt, milking it all the way through til the last drop til he pulls out.
You fall into a heap on the table, completely covered in cum. Your whole body ached.
"If you truly want me to fuck you, Princess," Kokushibo suddenly speaks up, "you better crawl to me. And I'm not sharing you with anyone. You're all mine to fuck alone. Understood?"
Douma chuckles, "I don't think she can move, Koku."
"I understand, Daddy."
He chuckles deep and low, sending shivers down your spine.
"Now come to me," he orders.
Slowly, you sit up and get on your hands and knees. Your whole body aches, your drenched in come. But you want nothing more than to be fucked by the Upper 1. Ever since he walked through those doors. There was something about him that made you want to kneel before him and do whatever he asked of you. So you crawl. You feel the others watching you in silence. Even Douma is silent. Kokushibo's eyes never leave yours as you finally reach his end.
He stands up, and fuck, is he tall. He towers over everyone here, he grips your chin with his hands, making you look at only him. Those six eyes burn into every inch of you, "you better pray that you can handle everything I give you. Because I won't hold back. None of these idiots can compare to how I'll make you feel. Not even Muzan. I'll sweep you off your feet," he whispers so no one else but you can hear him. He glances up in the direction of Muzan, as he removes his clothes.
And holy shit is he built by the gods. Now not built by the gods. He is a god. Made of pure muscle. Pure power and pure dominance radiated from this demon. As if he was carved from stone. Not a single inch of him was flawed. You wanted to lick those abs. The flame pattern that he had on his face went down to his chest. Making him look even more exquisite. Your eyes shamelessly rake down to his rock hard cock. Or could you even call it that. It was bigger than anyone else's here. And it was thick. Long, thick and you knew it was going to break you.
"Fucking hell, Kokushibo, I might even be gay for you," Douma replies.
"Okay everyone out. Except for Y/N and Muzan. The other two I want you gone."
"But-"
"So selfish, don't you know sharing is caring-"
Douma is cut off by Akaza dragging him by the hair.
"From here on out, you're mine. With the permission of Muzan-"
"Oh you really think I'm just going to hand her over to you?" Muzan laughs darkly. "She's mine, she was mine before she was yours."
"Why don't you both just fuck me and stop this overbearing egotistical shit?" I ask. "If you both want me, then you have me."
" I don't share," Kokushibo seethes. "I would literally start a war to make you mine."
"But so would I," Muzan replies.
You roll your eyes.
"Well let's just see who fucks you better," Koku challenges.
"Sure," Muzan replies coldly. "Go ahead and give it your best."
"Lay down and spread those legs for me, Princess," Koku demands.
You immediately obey him, and watch him as he stalks towards you. He bends down and closes the distance between your lips. A wildfire burns through you at the intensity of his lips. The way he seemed to command and consume your lips. You barely could breath. You let out a moan when he nipped your bottom lip. His hands start to roam your body, and yours could barely grip onto his back. You were so small in comparison to him. But you were determined to feel every ridge. He begins to fondle your breasts, playing and kneading them like dough. You were nothing but putty in his hands. You reach for his cock, but he slaps your hand away.
"Fuck, Koku," you say breathlessly. "I need you now. Please."
"Patience," he hisses, his lips leave yours and starts leaving trailing down your neck. You arch into him when he begins sucking marks into your skin. He continues you mark and map you with his mouth, until he stops just right where you want him. Over your throbbing pussy. Which was still sensitive from the other demons, so you knew he was going to truly ruin you. He runs a finger along your slick seams and you hitch in a breath. "I love how you're still begging to be used after Douma and Akaza had their way with you. I guess you're not fucked properly enough if you can still crawl to me. Don't worry, Princess I'll fix that little problem for you."
He slowly inserts a long finger, groaning at the way you immediately suck him in. "Even though you've already been fucked by the others, you still need to be prepared to take me. Because I am much bigger than they are."
"Fuck," you whimper.
After prodding you with one finger he adds another and then a third. Scissoring open your gummy walls. He wastes no time curling them upwards and finding your spot. Jabbing them slowly, teasing you. You arch your back, but something stops you and pins you still. Muzan has joined in. But he's in his true demon form. With his white curly hair, and tentacles sprouting from his back. His tentacles are straining your arms, leaving you utterly immobile.
"You're so greedy fucking all my demons today. What, you want them all? Is that it? Am I not enough for you?"
"Y-you are enough i - I just-" you scramble for words, but you're slapped in the face, Kokushibo's mouth finally descends on your clit. " Lies!" Muzan growls at the same time you scream out " aww fuck!"
Kokushibo's tongue delves into every crevice, sucking while he still fucks you on his fingers. You eagerly grind on him, for more friction. Needing and wanting more.
"Koku, don't stop!" You cry.
Muzan leans over you and shoves his cock down your throat again. At the same time you feel yourself being stretched. No- ripped. You scratch the table since your arms are still pinned by Muzan's tentacles. Kokushibo wastes no time hammering his monster cock into you, greedily taking you however he wants. Muzan's cock plunges into your mouth with the same carnal desire.
"Such a good little toy," Muzan says. "Isn't she Kokushibo?"
But he ignores and focuses his attention on where your bodies meet. He could see the outlines of his cock in your stomach. The table was creaking underneath all the weight. Both demons destroyed and ravaged your body in the most inhuman way, none of them caring about how tired battered was becoming. It was a lewd sight. Truly insane. One of Muzan's tentacles curls around your body and down your clit. Sucking on it as Kokushibo's thrusts become harder, deeper.
You mumble incoherent moans around Muzan's cock. Your vision was becoming blurry, your body numb from all the attention it was receiving.
Another tentacle plays at your other entrance, the wet muscle teasing the rim of your opening.
"See you can own her pussy," Muzan states confidently, "but I own her entire body. Including her soul."
With that the tentacle pushes into your hole. Muzan pulls out of your mouth to let you scream. Choking you with his hands. You come instantly. Your body is being overwhelmed the pleasure was starting to hurt because you've come countless of times tonight, you didn't even know how many. But your body was reaching its limit. But you didn't want them to stop. All your holes are being filled and there wasn't an inch of you that belonged to you anymore. You were theirs. Their plaything.
"Shut the fuck up, Muzan!" Kokushibo warns.
Muzan just laughs, and sobers up when he notices how dizzy you're looking, "you okay, little dove? Do you need us to stop?"
Kokushibo slows a bit, caressing your face, "we'll stop princess, if you need us too."
You shake your head, "no... I'm fine."
Kokushibo picks you up, taking you into his arms, kissing you softly, his length still pounding upwards into you while you cling to him like a koala.
"Please don't stop, koku. I want you to come in me," you whine. Muzan is suddenly at your back. Your sandwiched in between the two most powerful demons, and you couldn't be more at peace.
"Lift her for me," Muzan commands softly. Kokushibo doesn't fight this time, he grips your ass with his massive hands a lifts you up, Muzan's tip nudges your other entrance before easing his way in. You whine at the sudden stretch of both men inside you. Both with big cocks and big egos. They take turns hammering into you. You grab Koku by the neck and pull him in for a sloppy, kiss. Moaning into his mouth. He kisses you back with as much fervor.
“fuck don’t stop you guys,” you plead, before pulling away from Koku. Muzan grabs you by the chin and claims your mouth with his you grip his white silky locks, tugging on them as he devours your mouth possessively.
You could feel your orgasm approaching and by the way both cocks were growing inside you, and hips were starting to stutter, you could tell both demons were close.
“Koku- Muzan - I’m close.”
“Makes a mess, Princess,” Kokushibo encourages gruffly, “make a mess on Daddy’s cock.”
“Little dove, cum for Master,” Muzan growls.
“I want us to come together, fill me up, please.”
“Alright,” Muzan says.
A few more thrusts and clenching around them, you throw your head back onto Muzan’s chest as both men fill both your holes up with cum at the same time.
“Awww fuck,” you all say unison when you’re being pulled off and cum gushes out.
“That is the most satisfying thing I’ve ever seen,” Muzan says.
But you’re eyes are drifting shut.
“I’ll have make you a mandatory part of our meetings from now on,” Muzan says, pressing a kiss on your forehead.
“I hope you understand I’m not letting her go now,” Kokushibo warns. “She’s mine now too.”
Muzan rolls his eyes, lifting you into his arms.
“Well then how about she’s all of ours,” Douma appears with Akaza in tow.
“I don’t share,” Kokushibo snaps, “I will kill you all to have her to myself.”
“And I definitely don’t want to share her with you, Rainbow Shit.”
Douma pouts, “I thought we all just had a bonding moment. We’re friends now you and I.”
In a blink of an eye, Akaza swipes Douma’s head in half.
“You and I will never be friends.”
“How rude,” Douma sighs as he’s once again regenerated. “ I am seriously offended,” he puts a hand over his chest.
“You’re all lucky I let you indulge in MY WIFE,” Muzan reminds them harshly. “Next time I might not be so kind.”
“Guys can you all stop fighting over me?“ you murmur sleepily on Muzan’s lap. Still naked. Kokushibo grabs his kimono and places it over you to cover you up. “What if I want all of you?”
All eyes snap to you, all demons growl. Even Douma is annoyed.
“Sweetheart we are demons, we don’t share with others. We take what we want from others even if that means killing,” Douma explains. “ and us four demons specifically each other’s guts.”
“Fine, then I want none of you then,” you hiss.
“No!” Kokushibo snaps, “ you want all of us? Then fine. We’ll agree to your wishes if it makes you happy. “
“That’s if we don’t kill each other first,” Akaza pipes in.
“No promises,” Douma smirks.
"All right, little dove, you win-“ suddenly Muzan’s head is beheaded falling to the floor with a thud. Kokushibo is standing behind, before stealing you from the demon king, then before anyone can react.
Kokushibo vanishes with you in his arms.
“I believe this will definitely start a war Koku,” you protest.
“I don’t care, we both know the minute I walked through those doors, that you were mine.”
Feeling a bit overwhelmed, but you didn’t mind. He was right he stole you away from Muzan the minute he walked through those doors.
“So where are you taking me, Koku?” Pulling caressing his face softly.
He looks down at you with a warm smile, “I’m taking you home, with me. Where you belong.”
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Please could i request a oneshot of Haganezuka meeting and falling in love with a hashira reader (Tanjiro’s older sibling) 💙💙
One More Time [Haganezuka X Reader]
Reader is Human Gender Neutral | Fluff + Romance
Recomended Song - Rather Be by Clean Bandit
It wasn't his first sword delivery, but Hotaru had never been assigned to a slayer permanently before, having only made swords for beginners of the corps or for practice, since most upper ranks in the corps chose older, more seasoned nichirin swordsmiths.
Part of him was excited, being able to tend to an individual's abilities and forge something more unique, as opposed to the clear cut ones most starter blades were.
The other part was frustrating, because it wasn't for anyone unique, no one had specifically chosen him, just a random assignment since all the others had enough to care for. Still, he tried to feel grateful that this was a chance at becoming more reputable.
He remembered his first encounter with the Kamado, the excitement at the idea of a red blade, the disappointment that followed.
It all loomed over him now that the Kamado name had long since grown. It was hard not to recognize such a unique family; a demon, one of the fastest-growing slayers, and the sun hashira. While he wasn't one to take back his words so easily, he was reminded by the chief to bite his tongue the next time he tried mouthing off to the family.
But luck had not been on his side.
When news got back to him that Tanjiro had broken his blade for the second time, Hotaru felt a mix of anger and shame.
Anger that once again his craftsmanship had not been enough, and shame at the idea that it'd likely happen again were he not more careful.
The idea flashed across his mind that his failure twice in a row might mean he would lose Tanjiro as a client of sorts, or that he would be forced to resign from being a swordsmith, so he avoided confronting or contacting him in favour of preparing himself to make the best blade imaginable.
There he was, as the sun had barely begun to rise and the sky was a mid-blue hue, casting the village and its surroundings in a cool tone. Though he slept soundly, he woke up before anyone else got the chance so he could get a head start on his exercises, which gave him time to ponder how long he had before Tanjiro came to him instead.
"So, you must be Haganezuka."
The voice almost startled him from his perch atop a cliffside, though he barely showed it besides the clenching of his fists. The voice was entirely unfamiliar, though before he could turn to look at them their presence had moved.
"Is that a yes?" You were to his right, which he turned to finally meet the individual who had managed to find him.
While still taken back by the speed at which you had moved, he was also very surprised to see the same maroon eyes as Kamado, except it was clear that you were no Tanjiro.
"Well, I'm sure you've realised who I am, but you can just refer to me as Kamado."
Hotaru had not expected your presence in the village, had you been sent in place of your brother?
"I don't have a blade ready yet." Haganezuka had bowed his head slightly. He could run and be stubborn all he wanted, but Hashira could be far more harsh in punishment.
"Blade? I'm not- no-" You had let out a string of laughs, facing away from him and covering your mouth to suppress the giggles. He looked so worried! Even if you hadn't seen his face, the atmosphere around him had certainly dropped.
"It's his first time in the village, I couldn't miss it! Well, that and my swordsmith will be retiring, so I'm here to meet some of the newer generations and pick someone I feel is capable. I was never a fan of blind recommendations." While you spoke, Hotaru had straightened out his posture and looked back out at the village, the sun now growing the area with orange rays.
You were very relaxed, and far more talkative than any hashira he had met, so any intimidation he felt melted away, especially considering you weren't here to scold him.
"Anyways, I hope you give my little brother a hard time, sometimes I think he gets it too easy because of his kindness, and he needs to be ready to combat issues that aren't life-threatening..." Judging by your words, you hadn't seen Haganezuka chasing after your sibling with knives, which relieved him.
Still pouting from his faulty blades, he kept silent, deciding he didn't want to say much if more to prove a point for himself.
By the time he glanced to his right again, you were long gone, with nothing but the imprint of where you sat left in the grass.
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The next time he saw you, you were with Kanamori, who held two nichirin blades that had seen better days.
Having been found by Tanjiro and been given the blade he was to repair, Hotaru was on his way to eat and prepare for the gruelling 72 hours worth of work he had ahead of him.
Despite the raging inspiration he felt, you had stopped him dead in his tracks, pulling all the air from him until he felt weak again. Hotaru hadn't realised how much he'd hoped to see you again, and you were still here.
"Ah, have you met my good friend, Haganezuka?" Kanamori motioned to the taller swordsmith, who you noticed now had a wide hat fit with chimes...and his upper torso was revealed, the rest of his clothes wrapped around his waist.
You nodded, smiling and waving to the surprisingly well-built swordsmith, trying to hide your rosy cheeks with a smile.
"I have, but, it's a long story." Shrugging your shoulders, Kanamori hummed pleasantly, before returning to a slow strive towards his workshop, pulling you along considering your arms were linked.
Apparently, Kanamori had experience with dual blades, so you had chosen him for his kind personality and experience since you were a dual wielder.
Before you had entirely left, you turned to look back at Haganezuka, throwing a thumbs up.
"You better make sure this one doesn't break!! I'm trusting you!"
Of course, he would have to make the best blade he could manage, for Tanjiro; if not to prove himself as a worthy swordsmith, then to impress the eldest Kamado.
Author Note - For some reason this took me so long to write I get procrasinating but WE GOT ER DOWN!!! Thank you for requesting <3
Word Count - 1,058
Art Credit - Kimetsu No Yaiba (2019)
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Can you do a Sanemi x F reader where the reader gets hurt badly on a mission and passes out Infront of the butterfly estate and Sanemi encounters them on his way out from the butterfly mansion to a Mission. I think Sanemi would be angry and worried at first but slowly calm down once they get better. Happy ending? Anyways thank you if you do happen to do this!! <3
Emotional scars (GN Reader)
Synopsis: Finding you wounded and unconscious in front of the butterfly mansion, Sanemi blows up at you.
Note: Eeee, I gotta practice the comfort part of hurt/comfort. It's more of a bittersweet ending than a happy one. Pronouns or gendered terms don't come up in this.
Requests are open!
Using your sword as a makeshift crutch, you hobble through the forest. Not bothering to wait for the kakushi to arrive, you were sure you could make it to the butterfly mansion. The mission was grueling. It seemed that the demon had never-ending stamina. It even managed to get a good slash on your side. You tied your haori to try and staunch the wound. Though, there was still the feeling of the warm, sticky blood dripping down.
Breaking through the woods, the gates of the butterfly mansion are in view. With dizzy, uncoordinated steps, you get closer to getting some rest. Your head felt foggy. You weren’t sure which way you were walking anymore.
When did you collapse? Your cheek is against the cool stones of the courtyard. It felt strangely comfortable. You’ll rest your eyes, only for a moment. Your body goes limp as you drift off into unconsciousness.
Inside the butterfly mansion, a stubborn wind hashira stomps along. “For the last time, Kocho, I’m not spending the night here. I’m fine.”
“You have three broken ribs, Shinazugawa. I wouldn’t call that fine. You should stay here through the night and let us look after you.” Shinobu followed Sanemi, her usual smile gracing her lips. “We wouldn’t want your injury to get any worse.”
He stopped before the door and turned to face her; he could feel himself getting stressed. Tired after an extended mission, he wished to go home and sleep, not stick around Shinobu’s estate. “I’m not some low-ranking slayer. It’s not like I’ll curl up and die because of some broken ribs. I’m leaving.”
As Sanemi opened the door and walked into the courtyard, he realized he almost stepped on something. With his brain foggy with sleep, and the dark blanket of the night, it took him a moment to see what it was. His eyes widened. “What the hell?!”
Your head ached when you came to. The wooden ceiling of the butterfly mansion greets you. Slowly, sitting up and looking around the room; no one was occupying the other beds. Your body burned and ached at the slightest movement. For a moment, you thought you were completely alone. That was until you could hear a familiar snore.
Resting on a chair next to the bed was Sanemi. He had his head resting on his arms against the bed. Contrasting his permanent scowl when he was awake, he looked so peaceful. The crease in his brow was gone, and his shoulders were relaxed. It was nice to see him like this.
Gently, you set a hand atop his unruly hair. His eyes shot open the second your palm met his scalp. Wide, bloodshot eyes flicked up to meet yours. Sanemi practically leapt out of the chair. It was silent; the only noise was birds chirping outside. His expression was unreadable as his stare bore into you.
With a weak smile, you break the deafening silence. “Nemi, I’m so happy to see you.” Your voice was a strained whisper. Your throat itched and burned as you talked. “I was planning to visit you after my mission, and well…”.
A cup of water was thrust in your direction, a scarred hand connected to it. “Drink.” Came the simple word of Sanemi’s rough yet gentle voice.
Taking the cup, you give him a grateful nod before gulping it down. The cool liquid helps soothe your aching throat. “Thank you.” He takes the cup and sets it on the nightstand. Sanemi shifts so his body can fully face you.
“Quit the corps.”
It was such a cold, blunt sentence. Any hint of warmth in Sanemi’s voice was gone. His face held no expression now. There’s a faint twitch in his hand.
“Huh, why are you saying that so suddenly?” You asked, confused by his demand. Once you started dating, Sanemi would ask if you had any plans for your future, if you ever wanted to do something besides hunting. But never had he been this forward about leaving the corps.
Sanemi’s face goes through a few different emotions before settling on anger. He takes a couple steps closer to the bed, a scowl on his face. “Didn’t you hear me?! I said quit! Quit the corps; quit being a demon slayer!” He growled, his eyes intense. His heart was beating so fast it felt like it would burst.
You felt shaken. Sanemi’s temper was never toward you. To see it happen now felt like a punch to the gut. Especially with your head throbbing in pain. “I should quit just because I got hurt? We’re slayers. It's practically a part of the job.”
“Well, this job isn’t for you! You were lying half-dead on Kocho’s doorstep! Might as well quit while you still have your life!” Sanemi shouted. His voice filled with anger and something more pained.
Feeling annoyed and hurt, you yelled back. “I just woke up, and the first thing you wanna do is chastise me? You’ve come home hurt many times, Sanemi. I’ve never told you to quit!’
“This is different. I’m a hashira. I’ve faced demons ten times stronger than any pathetic thing you’ve managed to kill. You’re weak, and those who are weak die! It’s amazing you got passed final selection at all!”
The room suddenly fell silent. Sanemi’s heavy breathing was the only thing filling the air. His face was red with rage. He stares down at you, and you suddenly feel small. He wasn’t a hashira for no reason. Seeing him tower over you like this was intimidating.
After a long, tense moment of silence, Sanemi speaks once more. “Leave the fucking corps.” Those were the last words before he stomped out of the room, slamming the door on his way out.
You didn’t see him around for days. Not once had he come around to apologize or even visit. Sanemi had purposely been avoiding coming by the butterfly mansion. He would have one of the kakushi treat him or just walk back to his estate after a mission. He felt terrible about how he treated you, but it was necessary. To protect you, he had to be cruel.
Though, as time passed, he just kept feeling worse. He had to yell at you so you would quit the corps. He had to treat you like he did with Genya. But did that even work? His brother still became a demon slayer, even going as far as eating demons. This aching feeling was gnawing at him. You were just as stupidly stubborn. You wouldn’t leave the corps just because he treated you like crap.
It had been a while since that argument had taken place. Your wounds were healing nicely, and you would be back to going on missions soon. Shinobu had stopped by for a check-up. She began to chat as she changed your bandages.
“You know, Shinaguzawa was about to burst a vein when he found you outside my estate.” She chuckled.
You huffed and rolled your eyes, still upset with your partner. “I’m sure he was.”
“He was yelling so loud. I was sure he would wake my other patients.”
The night Sanemi found you, he felt many things. While mostly anger, it was also grief and fear. He kneeled over your crumpled form, taking you in his arms. It was like there was a loud ringing in his ears. He could only feel warm blood soaking through your uniform, staining his own.
Shinobu was only a few steps behind him and quickly took in the sight. She ushered him to bring you into the estate. It was hard to separate him from your body. He was holding on so tightly. At first, Shinobu let him stay in the room as she worked. But as he kept barking at her to hurry up, to make you stop hurting, she kicked him out of the room. He sat by that door for hours, not bothering to change out of his blood-soaked clothes. He rushed into the room as soon as Shinobu finished patching your wounds.
The insect hashira left, allowing Sanemi his privacy. He sat by your unconscious body, Holding your hand tight and feeling your weak pulse.
“Why, why are you trying to leave me too? Why does this always happen to me?!” Through his anger and grief, a few tears spilled from his wide eyes. He needed to protect you. One of the last people he had left. No matter what it took or what he had to do. Sanemi couldn’t keep losing the ones he loved.
You were out for days, having lost so much blood. Sanemi stayed by your side whenever he could, only ever leaving for missions or meetings.
“Hm, you're healing well. Your ribs only have slight bruising now, and your concussion is gone. Once you finish your rehabilitation training, I’ll discharge you.” Shinobu spoke with her usual light tone as she wrote a few notes down.
Buttoning your shirt back up, you give her a polite smile. “Thank you, Kocho. You’ll have to let me pay you back one day.”
“Oh, no need! Healing is just what I do.” As she spoke, her eyes gained a mischievous glint. Her dainty form takes a seat on your bed. She leans in close with a smirk. “But if you're offering, how about you pay me back with some gossip?”
You look at her with a bit of suspicion. “What kind of gossip?”
Shinobu chuckled a little, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Come on, don’t play dumb. That argument wasn’t exactly quiet. I’m sure I can help. I’m a great listener.”
You let out a disgruntled sigh, looking at the hashira next to you. “I mean, why ask if you already heard everything?” Shaking your head, you decide to feed Shinobu’s curiosity. “It's just, Sanemi got so mad at me. I finally wake up after days, and the first thing he does is berate me.” You rant. It felt good to be able to talk about this.
“Well, Shinaguzawa does have the emotional intelligence of a brick. That doesn’t excuse his actions, but it does explain them. So, do you plan on forgiving him?” Shinobu asked, wondering how you’d answer.
That question was harder to answer the longer you thought about it. You wanted to forgive Sanemi, but what he said was hurtful. Even if he wanted to protect you, could you forgive him for saying those things?
“I don’t know. Part of me wants to, but I still feel so hurt.” A pang of sadness shot through your chest.
Shinobu looks at you with a look of sympathy. Setting a gentle hand on your shoulder, she stands up. “I’m sure he’ll come around eventually. Even if he won’t admit it, he’s pretty soft towards you.” She chuckled.
A few days passed, and you had fully recovered. Tonight would be your last night in the butterfly mansion. Packing your things, the door to your room slides open. Turning around, Sanemi stood in the doorframe. In his scarred hands was a parcel wrapped with twine. He looked as if he were nervous.
And truthfully, he was. He could fight waves of demons and not break a sweat. But emotions were a whole other ballpark for him. There’s a long, awkward silence as he stands there. He clears his throat a bit before speaking. “Can I come in?”
You reply with a silent nod. Sanemi moved to take a seat on the bed. You sit next to him, though a bit far away. For a moment, it’s like he hesitates before offering you the parcel. “This is for you.” He said quite bluntly. “I know it looks like shit. You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to.”
Taking the parcel and unwrapping it, it was filled with food. Fried meat and vegetables topped over a bed of rice. On the side, there was also a few ohagi. The knife cuts were sloppy, and the ohagi was misshapen. The food was clearly homemade.
Before you could say anything, not even a thank you, Sanemi began to speak again. ‘I want to…apologize. I know crappy lunch and words won’t fix anything I said. Seeing you hurt made me lose my shit, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
“Sanemi, I-”
“Let me finish.” He almost snapped but looked apologetic afterward. “I need to work on my emotions rather than resorting to anger. It’s immature of me. But seeing you on the ground, looking like a corpse,” Sanemi stopped talking for a second, trying to bite back the rage bubbling up. “I want you to have a good life. No bleeding out, no fighting, no demons. But, being a slayer is your life. I can’t just tell you to drop everything you know because I don’t like it.”
His tone gets more tense, almost pained. “I want to work things out, and I hope you can forgive me.”
Standing up, you move to stand in front of Sanemi. You wordlessly wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. The hashira was expecting a slap, any kind of negative reaction. To feel your arms hold him felt like a breath of fresh air.
“I still feel upset with you. And we’ll need to talk about that.” You curl up further into his arms, into his warmth. “But for now, I just want you to hold me.” You had been so lonely during the weeks he avoided you. Even if you were upset, you still loved him.
Sanemi quickly obliges. Wrapping his strong, scarred arms around you. Feeling your soothing heartbeat, feeling that you were alive. Though he was still tense, a wave of relief washed over him. It was okay if you didn’t forgive him now, or maybe ever. At the moment, all that mattered to him was that you were alive.
The two of you would have a long talk. But for now, it was nice to sit in each other presence.
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Okay, I think my request is weird? I don't know haha. It's my first time doing this😔
The other day I imagined a reader being a demon who saved a little girl from her own abusive family and the reader tries to find a home for the little girl, but she couldn't, so she ends up adopting her.
But, after some time, Shinobu Kocho finds the demon and, of course, tries to kill attack the reader, but the reader doesn't attack back. Anyway, when she was going to kill the demon, the little girl stopped her. Shinobu didn't understand what was going on.
Anyway, when Shinobu understands what kind of relationship the demon has with the kid, she decides to protect them (with the excuse of protecting the kid, actually, because she didn't trust the demon at all) and eventually falls in love with the demon.
Sorry, first time doing this haha! I love your writing!
A Home
Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Demon Reader
A/N: Not a weird request, it was cute! Sorry for the lack of updates y’all, idk what’s wrong with me. I just don’t have the energy. Here’s one thing at least. Sorry if it seems too jumpy/fast between breaks, it was getting longer than what I’d prefer to do these days. Hope you enjoy, thanks for reading, and thank you all for being patient with me! Word Count: ~4,750
“That’s right, Sachiko, go on.” (Y/n) ushered the young child towards the lantern lit house. “Go knock on the door.”
The little girl took a few cautious steps further along the path to the house before looking back at (Y/n), unsure.
“You can do it, they’re nice people. You’ll be happy here.” She continued to coach her from the bushes.
This pattern continued a couple more times until the little girl made it to the front door.
“Good job, sweetheart! Now just knock on the door like we practiced…”
Sachiko looked at (Y/n) over her shoulder, her eyes were big and her bottom lip wobbled.
“Go on…” (Y/n) nodded, smiling reassuringly.
Finally Sachiko knocked timidly on the door, patchy blanket clutched against her little body, and (Y/n) released a sigh of relief when her sharp ears picked up on a stirring within the house.
“Onee-san?” Sachiko’s voice quivered stepping away from the door when she saw (Y/n) slinking back into the woods.
“It’s time to part ways, you’ll be happy and well taken care of here.” (Y/n) could hear a familiar hitch in Sachiko’s breathing, hear her little girl’s heart speed up fearfully, and that could only mean one thing… “No, nonono, no tears sweetheart, please? Not again.”
But it was too late, Sachiko started sobbing. (Y/n) tried her best to comfort her from afar while also attempting to direct her back to the house.
“What’s going on out here?” A concerned man slid the door open fast, making a loud clacking noise that only made Sachiko cry louder, running away from the man and in the direction of the woods, the direction of (Y/n).
“Who is it dear?” The man’s wife joined him at the door, lantern in hand. She aimed the lantern’s light into the woods and caught sight of the little girl running right into the arms of what appeared to her to be a monster. A humanoid beast with curved horns and sharp teeth, reflective, piercing eyes.
The woman shrieked, flinging the lantern away and grabbing her husband by the collar, practically dragging him back into the house, slamming the door shut. (Y/n) could hear the sound of heavy furniture dragging across the floor inside and she sighed deeply.
“Alright, alright… come here.” She picked up the sobbing girl, tears and snot immediately staining her neck and shoulder, little fingers clutching her for dear life.
“You were gonna try and leave me again!” Sachiko wailed as (Y/n) carried her through the forest.
“It’s for your own good, Sachiko. I’m only trying to do what’s best for you.”
“No!”
(Y/n) sighed again. This had been her seventh attempt at re-homing Sachiko since she rescued the little girl from her abusive home. It was no easy task vetting out potential families looking as fearsome as she did. One would think the little girl would leap at the chance of a normal, loving family, but no, she always came running back to the demon each time.
“It’s not safe for you to be with me, Sachiko. Don’t you want the certainty of a roof over your head, food, medicine… to be able to play with other kids on a sunny day?” (Y/n) beseeched the girl each time to see reason, but each time, Sachiko refused.
“I like sleeping outside with you. You gave me a name and you give me lots of food and hugs and you scare all the bad things away. You’re all I need, Onee-san.”
(Y/n)’s heart clenched an the sweet sentiment, but this was no environment for a child to grow up in. She’d have to search for another viable family and try again, but for now, she would need to find a yet another suitable place for Sachiko to sleep and for her to avoid the morning sun.
“Besides, medicine is icky!” Sachiko grumbled.
An exhausted chuckle left (Y/n)’s lips and they carried on, eventually finding a cave. (Y/n) scoped it out for any dangerous creatures before bringing Sachiko inside. She then used the remaining darkness to gather a bunch of leaves, sticks and even a few fish from the stream.
She made a little bed from the leaves topped with the raggedy blanket she had snatched for Sachiko a couple months ago. It had been brand new at the time, but between the weather and the traveling, it had seen better days. Sachiko adamantly refused (Y/n)’s attempts to get her a new one, however.
(Y/n) then made a little fire, cooking the fish over the flames. After awhile, she carefully inspected one, gently fanning it to cool it off before handing it off to Sachiko.
“Careful, it’s still a little hot.”
“Yummy, fish again!”
(Y/n) felt a bolt of shame strike through her body despite Sachiko’s genuine excitement.
“We’ll be in the city in a couple of days and I’ll get you all kinds of good food, alright?”
“Onee-san is gonna steal again.” Sachiko more so stating a fact than asking a question. She took another bite of the crispy fish.
“N-no! Stealing is bad! What I’m doing is just… really long-term borrowing! Yeah!”
“Oh, okay.” Sachiko said, not at all bothered.
(Y/n) felt awful for lying, but she was trying her best to instill good values in the poor girl whilst also keeping her alive. It wasn’t like she had money, and she certainly wasn’t going to be getting any job offers looking the way that she did. Stealing was the only viable option.
When Sachiko finished her fish, she curled up on her leafy bed and (Y/n) tucked her within the raggedy blanket. The demon recited a little bedtime story that she had made up. It was one of Sachiko’s favorites. Before she could finish, the little girl fell asleep and (Y/n) spent most of the day that followed watching over her, making sure she didn’t seem too cold or uncomfortable.
***
“Yes… Yes! everything I need is right here.” The demon whispered to herself over her bag of stolen goods. They had been caught in an unexpected rain a few nights ago and Sachiko had gotten sick. (Y/n) had fretted over whether or not she could leave the little girl alone or not, but the fever Sachiko had was growing more concerning by the hour, so the demon finally decided to slip out of the cave one night as the little girl slept fitfully. She covered the cave’s entrance and left for the nearest village as fast as she could and broke into a general store.
She filled a bag to the brim with medicines, foods and drinks and slunk back out of the dark store’s open window and ran off into the night as quick as her feet could carry her.
“Almost there, hang on just a little longer.”
She ran, unaware of her pursuer sailing through the trees above until—
A foot was planted squarely between her shoulder blades, the force causing her to tumble to the ground, her bag of stolen goods scattered across the forest floor in front of her. She tried to scrambled to her knees to start shoveling everything back into the canvas bag, but the foot between her shoulders doubled down its force and another foot planted itself squarely on her lower back.
“I thought I sensed a demon in the area.” A pleasant sounding voice stated from above. “But what is all this here now?”
Shinobu’s eyes scanned the array of items splayed over the ground and felt an extra tick of annoyance rise within her. If she wasn’t already putting all of her body weight on the demon, she’d add a bit more pressure.
“Food, water, medicine… what could a demon possibly need such things for? You creatures always manage to find new ways to surprise me. It’s not enough to slaughter humans, must you also feel the need to waste perfectly good food and medication?”
(Y/n) tilted her head to the side, breath hitching when when she saw the point of a blade resting dangerously close to her eye. Above her, backlit by the moon, she saw a woman wearing a seemingly neutral smile, though (Y/n) could sense the terrifying aura she gave off. Then she caught sight of the gold buttons, the durable dark clothing she wore, white collar and welt pocket. She imagined if she could check, she would also see that the kanji for ‘extermination’ would be written upon the back of the woman’s uniform. (Y/n) had done well to avoid demon slayers until now and as her luck would have it, she had been found by a Hashira of all people.
“No, wait,” (Y/n) pleaded. “There is somewhere I have to be. There is a little girl who desperately needs that medicine. If you would let me show you—”
“Oh, one of those demons, are you?” Shinobu interrupted. “I always find the demons who toy with peoples’ lives for longer than necessary to be the most detestable. But I’m feeling surprisingly generous tonight, so if you tell me where this little girl is, I’ll use one of my more ‘gentle’ poisons on you.”
“She’s in a cave not too far from here, maybe half a kilometer at most, eastward, by the stream. I covered the entrance with woven sticks and leaves.” (Y/n) shared, voice shaking, “Please just… just make sure she’s well taken care of.” She closed her eyes tight. Was this really it? It was all happening so fast.
“Thank you for being so forthcoming, how admirable.” Shinobu praised, thought it did not feel sincere to (Y/n) in the slightest. “Now, to ensure you aren’t lying, I’ll be poisoning you within an inch of your life. If I do find this girl you speak of, then I shall make my swift return to finish you off, alright?”
(Y/n) took in a shaky breath, shutting her eyes tightly as she waited for the strike. She prayed Sachiko would not see whatever may be left of her after this…
With a fanciful flourish of her sword, Shinobu took aim at the back of the demon’s neck and—
“Onee-san!”
A shrill voice wailed, freezing Shinobu’s very blood in her veins, causing her to hesitate. The hesitation giving Sachiko enough time to half run, half stumble over to the scene and cover the back of (Y/n)’s head and neck with her whole body.
Defiant, teary eyes glared up at Shinobu as if she were the root of all evil.
“Stop bullying my Onee-san!” Sachiko punched Shinobu in the knee with enough force to make Shinobu at least wince and take one foot off of (Y/n)’s back. “You mean old ugly hag!”
Shinobu blinked, her neutral smile twitched ever so slightly.
“Sachiko!” (Y/n) gasped, forgetting all about her pending execution, “You can’t say things like that!”
“I don’t care!” Sachiko wailed, “She’s—“ Sachiko broke into an awful coughing fit.
“Sachiko!” (Y/n) tried to get up on impulse.
“Don’t move, or you won’t live another second.” Shinobu warned the demon before putting her attention back on the little girl, her other foot finally leaving (Y/n)’s back. “Come here, let me see you.”
“No!” Sachiko refused, still kneeling protectively over (Y/n).
“Listen here, little one. I don’t know what this demon has told you, but you are not safe with her.”
“Uh uh! If I didn’t meet Onee-san, I’d still be getting hits and rumbly tummies and bad sleeps! —Hey!”
Shinobu put the back of her hand on Sachiko’s forehead, more focused on checking the girl over than listening to her rebuttals.
“You’re burning up.” She murmured with concern, the she turned a glare onto (Y/n). “These cheap remedies aren’t going to do her any good. She needs a doctor, fortunately I am more than qualified. Come little one,” Shinobu opened her arms to pick Sachiko up, putting on her best motherly smile, “I’ll take you to my home and make you feel much better.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you! No touch!”
“Just— ah!”
Sachiko bit Shinobu’s hand and the Hashira held her indented palm to her chest, a string of expletives griping the edge of her tongue for dear life.
“Enough! That’s enough foolishness!” Shinobu nearly hissed once she had recovered enough of her mask to not cuss out a child. “Demon, stand. Now.”
(Y/n) found it in her best interest to quickly clamber to her feet, but not so quickly as to earn cause for impalement.
“Obviously the child’s life comes first. I will do everything I can to save her, and if that means working with you, then so be it. Carry her and follow me. Just remember that I’m much faster than you. Try anything, move one toe out of line, and you’re done, understand?”
“Yes, ma’am!” (Y/n) squeaked. “Come here, sweetheart.” She picked up Sachiko and the girl squirmed in her arms.
“No! We can’t go! Stranger danger, Onee-san! You said never go somewhere with a stranger!”
“Yes, but—“
“Kochou Shinobu.” The Hashira introduced herself. “And I’ve gathered your name is Sachiko, correct? We are strangers no more.”
“Shinobu… bu… boo! Boo!” Sachiko jeered.
“I’m sorry.” (Y/n) apologized to Shinobu in a strained whisper.
“Just start moving.”
(Y/n) looked back at the toppled bag of goods, “What about—“
“Time is of the essence. Keep up.”
And so the demon ran beside the Hashira, both focusing on the same goal.
***
They were cutting it very close, making it to the Butterfly Estate just before dawn. Sachiko had passed out in (Y/n)’s arms along the way so no fuss was made when (Y/n) was made to hand her over to Shinobu.
(Y/n) was then sequestered to a room in the furthest corner of the the estate by another butterfly girl with a white cloak. Another demon slayer to make sure she didn’t step out of line while Shinobu was tending to Sachiko, (Y/n) would have to guess. Only guess because her attempts to create small talk with the girl were met with silence.
A few hours past before Shinobu decided to come to the room with an update and (Y/n) had to stop herself from running up to her, grabbing her by the arms, and begging for all of the details.
“Her fever broke and she’s stable. She’ll be fine as long as she rests.”
“Oh,” (Y/n) put a hand on her chest, unshed tears shinning in her eyes, “thank you so much. I don’t know what I would have done without your help. I’m so glad you found us.”
“That would be the first time a demon has ever said that to me.” Shinobu said, seemingly unmoved by (Y/n)’s emotional display.
“Can I see her?”
“Absolutely not.” Shinobu shook her head. “We have a lot to discuss, you and I.”
The combined intense stares of Shinobu and Kanao made (Y/n) shudder involuntarily.
Oh Sachiko, I have found a safe haven, a home, for you, but for me, these are quite dire straits…
***
After hours of intensive questioning, Shinobu was finally interrupted by Aoi knocking on the door. Kanao let her in and the exasperation on the girl’s face was visible to all.
“Our new arrival is awake and currently screaming her lungs out. We’re doing everything we can just short of sedating her, Shinobu-sama, but she won’t calm unless her demands are met.”
“She wants to see the demon, I presume.” Shinobu sighed, giving (Y/n) a sideways glance.
“Yes, but she’s also screaming about a blanket.”
“Oh dear,” (Y/n) pressed her hand to her cheek, “I completely forgot about it in the heat of the moment! It’s still in that cave!”
“Supply her with a new one please, Aoi.” Shinobu asked.
“Believe me, we tried, Shinobu-sama, but she tossed all the options we provided her with aside. She won’t accept a new one.”
“That girl…” Shinobu sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“I can go retrieve the blanket.” (Y/n) offered. “I think I could find my way back.”
“Do you honestly believe I would go along with that?”
“You could come with me if you think I’ll run off. Trust me, you’ll want that blanket. I have tried to replace it numerous times, but her persistence and lung capacity is stronger than my will.”
Shinobu stood silent for a moment before sighing quietly. “Very well then…“
***
Once night fell again, Shinobu and (Y/n) set off, (Y/n) still had not been allowed to see Sachiko, they could still hear the girl’s wails as they left the estate.
“If you would have just let her see me, I’m sure she would have calmed down a little…”
Shinobu ignored her and forged onward. Her pride was actually a bit bruised from this whole ordeal. Kids loved her. They flocked to her for comfort. The irony of this single child not only despising her, but also desperately wanting the comfort of a demon, was not the least bit lost on her, and she was not at all happy about it. This has to be some kind of demon art, right? But if that was true, then surely the demon would have tried to pull the same tricks with her, even going as far as to sever whatever hold she had over the child to switch for Shinobu if such a power could only work on one person at a time.
Shinobu pondered deeply until they made it to the cave, (Y/n)’s ‘aha!’ of triumph breaking her out of her thoughts.
“I found it, thank goodness. Gods… it could sure use a wash though.”
Shinobu couldn’t help but agree.
“It looks like it’ll fall apart if washed, however.”
“Yeah…” (Y/n) walked over to a nearby stream and placed the ragged blanket in the water. She then began gently massaging little circles with her knuckles, removing the dirt as carefully as she could. “It just needs a gentle wash. Takes some extra time, but it’ll help keep it from getting worse at least. If only I could sew, but these stupid claws get in the way…” she sighed.
Shinobu watched (Y/n) carefully scrub the dirt from the blanket, finding the contrast between her almost ferocious appearance and her gentle hands bizarre. Why would a demon put so much care into preserving a worn, threadbare blanket for a child?
Shinobu exhales softly through her nose and kneels beside the demon, exhaling quietly when she sees her jump.
“Settle down, you’re fine.” Shinobu took an opposite corner of the blanket and copied (Y/n)’s movements. “Aoi should be able to mend it. It’ll be a patch-job, sure, but at least it’ll hold it all together.”
“That would be wonderful… you don’t need to help me with this if you don’t want to. The water is pretty cold.”
“It’s fine, besides, the sooner this is done, the sooner I can go home and the sooner I can give everyone’s poor ears a break.”
“Right…” (Y/n) gave an awkward chuckle, “Sorry about that. She never really was allowed to have any feelings before so I have a hard time trying to discipline her for bad behavior. She was so timid, I didn’t want to scare her when she was just finally starting to have her own voice, you know?”
Oh, Shinobu could relate to that. When Kanao ran off to Final Selection without telling anyone, Shinobu was beside herself. When Kanao came back safe, she wanted to give her a piece of her mind, but she was also so proud that Kanao had made that choice on her own, that she didn’t really know what to say to the girl.
They finished cleaning the blanket and (Y/n) carried the sopping fabric back to the mansion where occasional wails could still be heard.
“I guess you should take it from here…” (Y/n) said once they were reunited with Kanao, who had taken up sporting a couple of pink ear plugs in their absence.
“No,” Shinobu sighed, “You should come in. Giving her the blanket will only take care of half of the problem. She’s been asking about you nonstop.”
“Really, I can see her? Thank you so much—!”
Shinobu grabbed (Y/n) by a horn and lowered her to her level so they were eye to eye.
“But don’t think that I won’t be watching you very carefully, alright?”
“Uh, uh-huh, yes, I completely understand.” (Y/n) nodded awkwardly with her horn still in Shinobu’s grip. After a moment of studious silence, Shinobu let go and allowed (Y/n) to follow her into the room and almost immediately, Sachiko’s wailing stopped… only to be renewed when she realized that both (Y/n) and her special blanket were okay.
She leapt out of the bed despite various protests and jumped into (Y/n)’s arms.
“Onee-san! I thought you were gone forever!” Sachiko blubbered.
“There there…” (Y/n) tried to shush her, “You need to rest, Sachiko.”
“No! What if when I close my eyes, that mean hag takes you away again?”
“Sachiko…” (Y/n) warned, her eyes flickered to Shinobu in an apologetic manner.
“I won’t be taking her away from you again as long as she behaves herself.” Shinobu chimed in. It was time to start trying to burry the hatchet. Yet make no mistake, at the moment she felt even a twinge of danger from the demon, this tentative peace would be over. She crouched down in front of Sachiko and presented her pinky to her. “You have my word.”
“A pinky promise!” Sachiko gasped, almost looking at Shinobu in a new light. “The hag knows about pinky promises!”
Shinobu’s eye twitched subtly, “Yes… so you understand this is a serious promise I am making.”
“Sachiko,” (Y/n) piped up, “In return, I want you to promise Kocho-san that you will be a polite houseguest. That means no name calling and no screaming when you don’t get your way, understand?”
“But…”
“No buts, it’s time to make up. You have to remember that I’m a scary monster so it only makes sense that Kocho-san would act the way she did.”
Shinobu almost wanted to refute that point. She hardly found (Y/n) scary at all. However, she just wanted to focus on sealing this deal and finally, finally get to go to sleep.
“Okay… fine.” Sachiko pouted, looking Shinobu in the eye again before she hooked their pinkies together, sealing their promises.
***
How could a demon be so sweet and gentle? Shinobu wondered to herself for not the first time since Sachiko and by extension, (Y/n), joined the mansion’s residents several months ago.
Shinobu watched from the herb garden as Sachiko ran back to the shaded engawa, her hands full of dandelions. Sachiko deposited one handful into (Y/n)’s lap, the other on the floor in front of her. Shinobu wondered what they would make, crowns, rings, bracelets, all fair game.
She felt her cheeks warm, not from the gentle sun shining down from above, but from seeing (Y/n)’s fanged smile as she oh so slowly and patiently showed Sachiko how to tie the stems into knots for probably hundredth time since the little yellow weeds began popping up earlier that spring.
Oh to hell with it, weeding the garden could wait. Shinobu surely earned a little break, right? Sachiko already took care of most of it anyway with her dandelion picking. It was a wonder that she managed to find any at all since it seemed that she was always picking them as soon as they would pop up.
“Hello, Kocho-san.” (Y/n) aimed that sweet, fanged smile at her and she felt her knees go a little weak. “We aren’t disturbing your gardening, are we?”
“Not at all, and please, (Y/n), I told you to call me Shinobu, remember?”
“Right, sorry.”
“No need to apologize. Just relax.” Shinobu teased, bumping (Y/n)’s shoulder with her own as they sat side by side. The simple contact made both of their hearts flutter.
“Look what I made!” Sachiko presented Shinobu with a patch of woven dandelions. “I’m gonna give this to Nezuko. It’s a little pillow.”
“That’s very thoughtful, Sachiko.” Shinobu praised, though it was certainly too small a pillow for even Nezuko to use effectivley.
She was fortunate and thankful that Sachiko had forgiven her for their rough beginnings. It took time to really earn her trust and respect, but once Sachiko started feeling comfortable, it was all water under the bridge. Though there were times when she could still be wary of Shinobu’s intentions with her adoptive demon sister. Which admittedly left Shinobu more than a bit chagrined, especially when she was admittedly trying to put the moves on (Y/n) rather than threaten her existence these days.
Fortunately or unfortunately, neither had seemed to catch on to that fact. She would need to step it up.
“And what are you making, (Y/n)?” Shinobu asked, brushing their shoulders together again.
“Oh, um,” (Y/n) finally looked down at her hands. Truthfully, she had been a little too busy trying to steal glances at Shinobu in the garden to really pay attention to what she was doing. Her heart spasmed as she realized she had been putting together a ring during her mindless weaving. “Just a simple ring.” She said, trying her best to sound casual.
“That’s cute, planning on giving it to someone?” Shinobu teased.
“Well…”
“Aw!”
Shinobu and (Y/n)’s attention were brought back to Sachiko, one of her twin buns had unraveled and in her hand was a soft yellow butterfly clip.
“It fell out again.”
“It wouldn’t fall out, if you wouldn’t mess with it.” Shinobu reminded with a smile. She patted her lap and Sachiko quickly sat with her back to Shinobu so she could fix it. “That reminds me…” Shinobu’s eyes slid back to (Y/n)’s face, finding her looking almost guilty, “Where is your clip, (Y/n)? You aren’t wearing it again.”
“You know… it’s just too nice and I’m afraid I’ll break it.”
“You seem plenty gentle when dealing with those dandelions.” Shinobu pointed out.
“Well…”
“You’re a resident of the Butterfly Estate, so you should look the part, don’t you think?”
“It just, it doesn’t look right on me, you know? It’s so pretty and delicate and I’m so… not.” (Y/n) was intimately aware of how frightening she looked to the average person. Horns, claws, fangs and burning eyes… wearing such a pin would look more ironic than a statement of belonging. (Y/n) had not expected Shinobu to look so serious for stating what she thought was the obvious.
“I’m not going to beat around the bush, (Y/n).” Shinobu stated, “You are very pretty, bewitchingly so, and though not physically delicate, I did see you cry over that perfectly healthy kitten that Kanroji-san brought over. On top of that, I picked a color with the intent that it would compliment you. Are you really going to deny me the pleasure of seeing the completed artwork?”
“That wasn’t my intention!” (Y/n) could feel her skin becoming warmer.
“Then go retrieve it.“ Shinobu smiled almost menacingly, softening when watching (Y/n) bolt inside.
(Y/n) came back to the engawa as fast as she could and gave the delicate pin to Shinobu. Sachiko watched thoughtfully as Shinobu placed the pin in such a way that she new (Y/n) would be comfortable and happy with it.
“There, just as pretty as I imagined.” Shinobu smiled. “And you know I’m always right, so it’s obviously true.”
“Yeah…” (Y/n) shared a bashful smile of her own, still staying close to Shinobu even after the pin was secured.
“If you’re gonna kiss, I’m gonna leave.” Sachiko’s nose scrunched up.
“Huh?!” (Y/n) squawked, “Sachiko! Why would you say that? We’re just talking!”
“For now,” Shinobu said mischievously, moving her face closer to (Y/n)’s, “uh oh… I’m getting closer…”
“Ewwww!” Sachiko made a few fake gaging noises as she ran back inside with her handful of dandelions, ignoring (Y/n)’s protests.
“Why did you say that?” The demon’s face buzzed with heat, “She’s going to give the rumor mill around here a field day! Everyone’s going to think that we’re— you know…!”
“I don’t see any issue with a rumor like that.” Shinobu spoke casually, “In fact, it would be even better if it was true. What do you say,” Shinobu leaned in even closer, “will you meet me in the middle?”
(Y/n)’s mouth gaped like a fish for a moment, her eyes flicking between Shinobu’s lips and eyes as if trying to ask if she really meant it before nodding and carefully closing the gap, making sure her fangs didn’t cause too much trouble when their lips finally met.
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Sub FTM muzan X Dom human Male Reader smut oneshot Reader puts him into a mating Press saying his gonna shot his human cum inside his demon hole and get him pregnant and muzan acts like he hates it but his not fooling anyone
Sure Anon, your request is approved 💙😁
Sub FTM! Muzan Kibutsuji X Human Dom! Male Reader Nsfw
Warnings: breeding kinks, mating press
"M-Mmmmm!~" Muzan moaned as he looked directly into your eyes with nothing but pleasure in them. "Are you enjoying this, whore?~" You asked, "y-you d-d-damned human~," Muzan moaned in response to your question.
"Aww, but aren't you enjoying this?~" You asked while pounding his cunt harshly, "I-I'll k-kill for this Y-Y/N~," Muzan replied while his eyes rolled back.
Suddenly, he've felt you cumming inside him before moaning and twitching. "Do you feel that?~" You asked while smiling, "hmph, no," Muzan replied before quickly turning you over gently and lays on top of your chest. "Hahaha, you're so adorable Kibu~," you teased before playing with his hair.
"Hmph, you're lucky I can't hurt you, you despicable human," Muzan replied before kissing you gently. You kissed him back before laughing a bit before cuddling him gently.
Muzan thinks you are easy to fool, but you know that he loves it when you breed him, and he knows it as well.
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Open Wound ~ (Tanjiro x Reader Angst)
characters: fem!reader x tanjiro, tanjiro x kanao, zenitsu, shinobu (mentioned), aoi (mentioned)
warnings: angst, injury, unrequited love
AN: if u read this i'm gonna apologize in advance because this. is HEARTWRENCHING for me to read. and i'm the one that wrote it.
This is it.
The day that you are going to finally confess.
It all started with an open wound.
You have admired Tanjiro since the day you two met in the infirmary at the butterfly mansion. Both of you having just returned from missions, and sporting wounds severe enough to land an extended stay in your hospital beds. He insisted that Shinobu and Aoi tend to your injuries before they tended to his. From that day on, your relationship began and continued to progress. Creating a deep friendship first based off of swapping stories of past missions, your shared distaste for the taste and smell of the medication, and your rehabilitation training. Then, after being discharged from the infirmary, your wounds closed and healed, being sent on several missions together, meeting his strange friends, meeting his sister, and so on.
Somewhere along the way, the friendship you shared progressed into something more.
Friendly pats on the shoulder after a successful mission turned into launching yourself at him for a warm hug filled with relief.
Happy smiles and loud excited greetings turned into shy glances and a blushing face.
Wishing him good luck before he left for a mission turned into biting your nails and almost ripping your hair out because you're filled with worry.
The feelings you've developed for Tanjiro Kamado are so overwhelming that you might explode.
Which is why you are walking through the butterfly mansion in search of him. Coming across Zenitsu, you inquire about Tanjiro's whereabouts.
"He's in the garden right now but he's wit-"
You cut him off, "Thanks Zenitsu!"
And your feet are moving. When you get to the door leading to the garden, you stop. Nerves racking your very soul. You take a deep breath to calm yourself, before opening the door and stepping outside.
You see him.
You see him and you freeze. The blood in your body turns to ice. Your feet refuse to move. Your voice is stuck in your throat. You can't breathe, your lungs refuse to expand. You are suffocating.
Zenitsu bursts through the door behind you. The slam of the wood seemingly echoing throughout the yard.
"Y/N don't look!"
But it's seconds too late. The image is seared into your brain. You're sure that if you closed your eyes you'd still be able to see it.
Tanjiro and Kanao pull away from each other at the sound of Zenitsu's voice. Even from where you're standing, such a long distance away, you're able to notice the labored breathing and kiss swollen lips that they both sport.
When Tanjiro sees your frozen form, his eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak. To explain.
But before he gets the chance to utter even a syllable, you're gone. As you run from the scene, Zenitsu hears a sound not unlike the shatter of glass. And he can only assume that its your heart.
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。˚۰˚☽ K I N K T O B E R D A Y 1 ☽˚۰˚。
Trying for a Baby - Kyojuro Rengoku
cw: breeding kink
Rengoku tries extra hard tonight following a conversation with Tengen.
minors+ageless dni.
masterlist
"So," Tengen raised the patterned glass before him to his lips, taking a sip. His eyes moved from the table, up to his friend. "How are you and y/n?" He questioned, placing the glass back down after taking the shot. His fellow hashira's smile faded a little, understanding what he'd been implying with the somewhat vague inquiry. Rengoku thought over the past few months the pair of you'd shared, trying to create a family. Each month, your bleed would come, signalling your failure. Since the night of your wedding, you were yet to conceive the child you had both so desperately wanted.
"No baby yet." Your husband had replied, looking to the floor. His usual happy-go-lucky aura had dissipated when mentioning this topic. He was a little worried you wouldn't end up having a family, but tried to set these thoughts aside when with his friend. The two of you had of course spoken of this more than a few times, but Rengoku didn't like to lay concerns on you, as he'd understood your uneasiness had been as deep as his own.
"Do you have any advice?" Kyōjurō asked his friend, hoping perhaps Tengen would have some sort of miracle guidance- the man had three women to please, he'd had to know something of use.
"Well, are you fucking her enough?" Tengen probed, though the answer should have been obvious.
"We have plenty of sex." Rengoku lost faith in whatever Tengen could offer, and in the conversation at hand.
Tengen had noticed as Rengoku sank back in the chair he'd been seated on, usual bright and flamboyant eyes faded with concern.
"What positions are you using?" He quizzed, in attempts to come to a solution. Rengoku had been more focused on the bartender polishing glasses behind the bar, getting ready to close up within the next half hour. The pair of you had moved into the area shortly before your wedding, Uzui and himself sharing drinks in the establishment frequently post-mission, in celebration of their feats.
"The usual; missionary, doggy, spooning..." He trailed off. Rengoku realised his own patience growing thin with the situation. He wanted to return home and take you now, having another try. Surely, he'd be successful soon. The thought of you baring his children brought him joy, after-all.
"You want your load to stay inside for longer, so I would suggest being on top, and raising her hips. Stop it from coming out for a while - that should higher your chances of fertilization."
Your husband pictured doing this to you while on his way back home, warm from the sake the pair had drank. Tengen would probably be returning home around the time he was, Rengoku wondered whether the other male had also shared the lustful thoughts he'd been having with his own wives.
You were in your room drying yourself after bathing when Rengoku had returned, slightly disheveled from his day and the few drinks he'd had. His shirt had already been partially unbuttoned, chest peeking from beneath. His body was beautiful, as you'd always told him, often tracing over the definition in his stomach, and the few scars he'd had. Each time he'd come home with cuts, you'd dress them immediately, always treating him well. Your genuine love and admiration for Kyōjurō was something he'd appreciated, and tried to reciprocate regularly.
"Did you have a nice time?" You asked, pulling your damp hair back to wrap into a loose ponytail. Your skin was clean, smelling fresh from the soap you'd purchased at the market a few days before. Mitsuri had insisted on taking you shopping, though a lot of it had been for lingerie she'd recommended for use in your endeavors.
"Yes." Rengoku traced the remaining buttons, undoing them slowly. You'd already expected what was to come - it had been your routine for months now. He'd return home, and the pair of you would make your attempts at impregnation.
Walking to you, Kyōjurō wrapped a finger around the fold in the towel you'd worn over yourself, pulling it undone. The male stared over your body, admiring the woman he'd come to love. The fire in his eyes ignited at the sight of you completely exposed to him, imagining the ways in which he'd take you tonight. One perk to the failure had been the drastic increase in your sex lives, and the openness you'd had to trying new things, or coming home with new toys to use. You'd kept it alive for each other, despite the undertones of why you'd been in this predicament.
He'd pushed you backward, and you'd managed to make your way backward to rest your head on the pillows before he'd placed his lips over your body, placing kisses on the small of your neck. Rengoku licked and bit at the skin over your collarbones, before pulling back and moving his gaze to your face. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as he'd appeared to be looking over your expression, wondering why he'd spent so much time staring. His hand moved upward, behind your head, pulling the pillows from under you. You looked at him in confusion , stifling a laugh, unaware of his intentions.
Your questions were answered as he used a hand to lift your hips upward, placing the cushions beneath you.
"Tengen suggested raising your hips." He'd explained to you, cheeks flushing over as he'd realised his actions hadn't been that of normalcy. You'd given him a smile, going along with his sweet attempts for success.
He'd removed his own clothing, straddling you once more. The two of your mouths moved in sync against one another, being familiar with how the other's habits. You'd been aware of how your partner had enjoyed the way your tongue felt on his, often groaning into the kiss when you'd introduced your own. Tonight, you could taste the alcohol on his mouth, as well as feeling the tipsiness through his body language. His kisses were sloppy, your spit mixing together, a mess forming between you. Rengoku pulled back, a string connecting the two of your lips. His hair was messy, lips tinted and eyelids half closed, in a trance with how good you'd felt pressed against him.
He placed kisses down your torso, before using the extra salivation he'd had from sharing with you to lube up his own cock. He didn't take much time to push himself into you, the comforting sensation of your walls hugging around him tightly. A soft groan left his lips as he'd pushed in deeper, hands steadying himself by gripping onto your hips. Your eyes fluttered at the feeling of his cock stuffing you, his movements of skin against yours causing you to bite a lip, moaning as you felt your core tighten. Your husband found his rhythm, breathing heavily as he used you to milk himself.
"You make m' feel so close, angel." Rengoku groaned, his dick twitching. You attempted to focus on his face, knowing the expression he'd had while pounding into your pussy was always so beautiful.
"I want your cum, 'goku." You'd moaned so sweetly for him, as he'd been bottoming out. His theory was to get as close to your cervix as possible before filling you with all he'd had, hoping that there'd be no option but pregnancy from his attempts.
"I'm gonna get you pregnant." Rengoku's haze deepened, orgasm within reach. "I want your stomach swollen with my child." Your husband's words shocked you - himself bending forward to attach his lips to your ear. "I'll keep filling you up until nothing more fits inside you." The way he'd spoken to you had been unlike him, but through the daze, the thoughts had pushed himself over the edge, pushing as far into you as he was able to, coating your insides in his seed. "I'm going to get you pregnant over and over, you'll be constantly carrying my children. I won't give you any fucking breaks."
His high fizzled out, his hands moving from your hips to hold your legs in the air. After removing his cock from your abused walls, he inserted his fingers inside you.
"W-what are you doing?" You'd questioned, still basking in the comments he'd just given.
"Nothing can go to waste, my love." Renogku had been adamant on his seed remaining inside you, until he was ready to fill you once more.
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【Shabana Gyutaro】 January Snow
*i don’t think they had guns back then but let’s just pretend they do
“I still firmly believe— that you’re out there somewhere in this world, waiting for me, as young as you were, as loving as you were.”
Perhaps not many people would believe this, the fact that Shabana Gyutaro has also experienced love in his teenage years of life. A monster like him, a freak, how could he have possibly fallen in love? It’s ridiculous no matter how he thinks of it.
It was the first snow of the year when he met you. The color white dyed the entire town and the snow produced a satisfying crunching sound whenever he stepped on it with his bare feet, snowflakes fell from the sky and he had almost mistaken it for rain. Sudden footsteps appeared behind him and he spun around, sickle pointing at whoever dared to approach him, only to find a girl a head shorter standing there, panting, with a pink fur coat in her hands. He guessed that it was yours.
“Uhm...” You started, “I saw you walking by just now, I noticed that you didn’t have a coat, so please, take this.” You handed your coat to him, “You must be cold.”
Ignoring his dry skin that cracked and turned red due to the weather, and his fingers and legs that slowly turned stiff, “Don’t need it.” He scowled. Are you trying to pity him? You wealthy little girl who has multiple coats, each a different color.
Maybe you’ve never talked to anyone as ugly as him before, or maybe you’re just cold as well, your hands shook and tears swirled in your pretty eyes, “N-no, I insist, I can’t bear walking back home still with the coat I was supposed to give you. Take it, if it makes you feel better then return it when winter ends, you will not owe me anything.” You shoved the coat into his hands and ran as fast as you could back into your yard, tripped by the thick snow multiple times.
Gyutaro watched as you hurried back home, he looked back at the coat in his hands and he wanted to tear it apart and throw it on the ground and stomp it until it was nothing but pieces of dirty and useless cloth. But gosh, it’s so warm, to the point where he doesn’t even want to let go.
The second time he saw you, you were just passing by the street with your maid when he dragged one of his victims out of the brothel he was in. Gyutaro flung the man onto the hard earth and pointed his weapon at the victim’s throat. Murmurs were heard throughout the street yet they only made Gyutaro’s smile bigger.
“Now, pay up.” He taunted.
When the gold coins clinked in Gyutaro’s hands and when the man hurriedly scrambled away, he turned around, meeting your eyes. One of your hands covered your mouth and the other clung onto your maid’s sleeves, his surprised expression turned into a frown, and then his lips curved upwards again as he walked to you. Your maid tried to block him but one simple shove from him made her lose balance. You took a step back and he giggled. See, even you’re afraid of him, just like everyone else.
“Got something to say to me? Miss.” He was dangerously close to the point you can feel the heat radiating from his slim body. You looked everywhere but his eyes trying to think of something, would he be mad if you just simply shook your head?
Maggot, dimwit, idiot, good-for-nothing, useless, disgrace, freak, monster. He imagined everything you could call him, hitting him with dirt and rocks on the floor, tripping over your own feet, and then begging for mercy when he decides to kill you.
…
Too long.
You were taking too long.
“Come on, come on! Say something, man, you’re taking too damn long!” He raised his voice, scratching his neck in frustration.
“Um!” Startled, you blurted out the first thing in your mind, “You’re not wearing the coat I gave you, please wear it, it’s still very cold outside!” Immediately lowering your head, embarrassed of what just came out of your mouth. Gyutaro stared at you, wide-eyed, mouth agape.
“Don’t give me that crap…” He muttered.
“Eh–?”
“I said don’t give me that crap!!” He shouted, raising his sickle, accidentally slicing across your cheek, blood oozed out of the small yet deep cut instantly, “You say those things like you actually care! I hate people like you, I bet you think you’re the nicest person in this whole world, huh?! I bet it’s nice to have a nice house with maids to look after you, niiiice for you, mannn, niiice for youu… a person like you doesn't have to bring warmth to someone like me, and I don’t need your pity either. Go kill yourself.” His words were like fangs coated with venom, tears flowed down your cheeks and mixed in with the crimson blood that has yet to be stopped. Your hands pressed onto your wound, it hurts. It hurts.
Gyutaro stared at the direction you ran off to, all he could hear was your muffled sobbing and it made him want to tear his ears off. He hates the way you cry, it makes him frustrated and when he’s frustrated he can’t stop scratching himself, until his skin gets stuck under his dirty fingernails, until the tip of his fingers are dyed red.
And then he never saw you again until spring came. Gyutaro always walks back to that place he called home and then pass by your house, and everytime he tries to look through the windows he sees nothing. Not you, not your maids, not your parents, no one. When winter ended, he stood on your front porch, holding your poorly washed pink furry coat in his hands that were red and numb from being in the cold water stream for too long. His hand was raised, ready to knock on the door any second, yet he paused, hesitating like a teenage boy who had just fallen in love. He stayed in his position for at least 15 minutes, his forearm cold like a corpse as his blood struggled to flow in his raised arm. Until the door opened.
You stood there as beautiful as you were a few months ago, the cut he accidentally gave you remained as a scar on your skin. You looked up at him, surprised by his presence, yet remained quiet, waiting patiently for him to say something.
“I… I came back to give back your coat.” He said, dryly, handing over your coat.
“... Thank you for returning it.” You bowed your head as thanks.
Gyutaro watched as your delicate hands reached for the coat that looks like it’s been used everyday for years, and then suddenly he no longer wants to give back your coat. Someone like you touching something that has been used by him seems terrifying, like a drop of ink in a glass of milk. It was a sin— a sin greater than anything else.
He clung onto the coat until he realized that he was clutching onto it, hesitantly, he released his grip. He watched as you passed the coat to your maid, who then took it inside the house.
Gyutaro awkwardly stood in front of you, staring at your peaceful smiling face in silence. Awkwardness took over the air, for him at least.
“Come in and have some tea.” You broke the silence, offering a cup of tea in gratitude for him giving back the coat.
Gyutaro froze in place. Go inside and have tea? What kind of sick joke… You can’t have someone like him dirting your floors, especially after giving you that nasty cut, or what he thought was a nasty cut, on a pretty face like yours. “No- no, I’m good, man. My sister’s waiting for me to go back home. Maybe some other day.” He says.
“Okay.” You said, smiling calmly as always, and Gyutaro’s hand rose up to his nape, scratching it in a kind of frustration he can’t even find.
And there he unintentionally created another chance to see you again. Until the long summer days finally came to an end, and winter passed halfway.
“Hey, Gyutaro-kun! Let’s go to the New Years Festival today! Bring Ume-chan with you, please?” You called his name like you always did, asking him to accompany you wherever you go.
“Sure.” He grumbled, different from when you first knew him, different from denial and rejection.
Colorful fireworks exploded into the night sky, creating a beautiful contrast. It was truly the happiest moment of your life, welcoming the new year with good friends, not worrying about a thing in this world, about your parents who never come back home.
But happiness doesn't last. A sound that sounded like fireworks came from the crowd, a person dropped down onto the floor, a crimson red pooled beneath him, and the people around him screamed.
“Someone’s dead!”
“Help!”
“Who did that!?What’s happening!?”
And then everything else was a blur. People were running in all directions as more gunshots went off, and fires started to spread from all the knocked over food stalls. More and more people ended up dead on the floor, and people stepped over anything and everything to escape.
“We have to go!” Gyutaro called your name while holding onto Ume. As he finally got a grasp on your wrist, someone collapsed onto the hem of your kimono.
No way… Why now!?
You panicked and tried to yank out your kimono but your feet already took their steps. Tripping over, someone stepped directly onto your back, knocking the air out of you, before the wooden support post of a nearby food stall collapsed right on top of your lower body. You cried in pain.
“Hurry! Get up!” Gyutaro screamed, yanking you with his hands before trying to lift up the support post.
“I… I can’t…!” Tears pooled in your eyes, “Don’t worry about me, just go. Go back with Ume. I’ll be okay, someone will come soon, to help, I’ll be fine.” You shoved on his hand, “Come back later when you get Ume home, I’ll be fine.”
Gyutaro opened his mouth as if to protest, but watching all the chaos going on, and your pleading eyes. “Okay, wait for me, I’ll be back soon.” Slowly, he let go of your hand, and that was the last time he ever touched your warm hands.
You muffled your sobs with your kimono sleeves as you watched him disappear into the chaos with Ume.
No, don’t leave. It hurts. Don’t leave me alone. Help me. Don’t leave me.
White snow started falling from the sky and the fires died down. Tears dried on your face and your vision started to blur. The snow fell on your body like a white blanket as if the sky was mourning for you.
When Gyutaro returned, all he could find was your already cold and stiff body, his hands shook with fear as they reached for yours. Your empty eyes that were still opened stared into his, cut and bruises littered over your body yet you were still as beautiful as always. His hand gently covered your eyes and brought your eyelids down.
“Didn’t you say you were going to be alright?”
Gyutaro gritted his teeth and his eyes were bloodshot with anger and sadness. His sickle that he brought with him cut down the wooden support post, and he carried your body out and slowly brought you back home. He watched helplessly as your maids cried over your body, and suddenly he wanted to cry too.
He wasn’t there at your funeral. He was scared, afraid. Afraid of those hollow eyes that stared into his, as if your death was all on him, as if you were blaming him for everything that happened.
“She wouldn’t do that.” Ume immediately opposed his thoughts. “She’s the nicest person I’ve ever met! If she didn’t die, she would’ve married you. If you think she hates you, then you’re just speaking ill of her.” Tears pooled in her eyes as she cried to defend you with everything she’s got.
Gyutaro looked down at the tattered and molded tatami he’s sitting on. “I wish I married her.” He simply stated.
Even after becoming a demon and losing all his memories, he always knew that there were once someone in this world who loved him. Even when his head got cut off, he still firmly believes, that you’re still out there somewhere in this world, waiting for him, as young as you were, as loving as you were.
And the next time he opened his eyes, you were right there.
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Y/n:Fuck you
Enmu: ....
Y/n:Fuck you
Daki: ....
Y/n:Gladly fuck me
Muzan: ....
Y/n:your cool
Akaza and Douma:🤙🤙
Y/n:AND FUCK YOU IM OUT!!
Hashira: ....
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omg imagine like... Muzan and Shy Hashira! reader get together before the big fight (reader is very charismatic when drunk)
and then when they meet again in the big fight, reader suddenly remembers their hot and steamy moment together-
IMAGINE HOW AWKWARD THAT WOULD BE FCFGHVHVCGFCFGVG
istg the rizz ppl have once they drink...(me)
muzan x shy! hashira! reader
cw: mentions of sex & alcohol, blood/gore from the battle, cursing
𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊
the explosion of ubuyashiki's estate was so loud, it stirred you right out of your hungover sleep. your crow was croaking manically, screaming for you to take your sword and get your ass over to the fight. it was very disorienting, you were at some inn, alcohol on your breath and you were cuddling your nichirin. also, the bottom of your uniform was missing...what happened? you couldn't remember yesterday at all.
shooting up, you grabbed a night-hakama and your sword, jumping out the window and making your way to the battle. the clinking of swords could be heard and the metallic scent of blood was in the air, as well as shouting and groaning. "y/n!" an angry scream that you identified as obanai's. turning to him, you saw his butchered state. "what the FUCK is wrong with you? fight already!" he screeched. unable to form words from the humiliation of being called out, you started to observe the battlefield and took off to where the action was.
mitsuri was in the middle of cutting somebody's arm off, but then you noticed the absolutely overwhelming aura of the demon, the murderous intent coming from it, you've never felt something so dangerous before. it had to be muzan. not wasting time, you activated a breathing style, trying to support her attacks.
"oh?" you heard him say with a slightly amused tone, though you were completely focused on moving smoothly. internally you were screaming, you barely became a hashira a few months ago and this is your first big fight?? where are the others? "you're the drunk girl I slept with yesterday." muzan said while looking at you. in response, you furrowed your eyebrows, face turning red from anger and embarrassment. what a stupid, childish joke. mitsuri glanced at you for a second, mirroring your furious expression. "shut up!" she shouted, but muzan threw her against one of the house's walls, which meant it was you against him now. you've got no chance, praying for gyomei or even sanemi to turn up, you returned to a fighting position, standing wobbly in fear.
"don't you remember, doll?" he stroked your cheek, it almost felt gentle, but his long nails dug into your soft skin. "the way you screamed for me to keep going?" he grinned, the look almost boyish, cocky for his ancient age. there's no way! you tried to fish in your foggy mind, surely you did sleep with someone in your drunken stupor, but not muzan!
in the back of your mind, a pale hand trailing your thigh, lips intertwining with cold ones, a sharp bite on your neck and a low voice. "hmm?" muzan mused, cocking his head. he lowered his head, dangerously close to your blushing face.
"you remember? or shall I make you?"
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SILENT HEARTS | HC
tanjiro x fem!reader
angst + character death + grieving + crying + animal abuse + violence
“finally!” he exasperates as he plops himself down on the futon.
the other two are quarreling around somewhere, nezuko in her box, he smiles to himself.
the day had been rough, he’s so tired but he won’t dare close his eyes until you swing by to bid him goodnight like you usually do.
but it’s getting late. too late.
he’ll wait, like he usually does. and he’ll smile he hears your footsteps and he’ll giggle at the kiss you’d press on his forehead or cheek or lips.. or everywhere
he rolls around, trying to think on anything and everything to stay awake.
as usual, he thinks of you or his family. sometimes both. he likes to imagine how they would love you if they were alive.
after too much time passes by, he realizes inosuke and zenitsu have fallen quiet. he still smells them on the porch, so he gets up, hoping this will serve as a distraction while you arrive.
but as soon as he exits the room, he smells zenitsu’s overwhelming sadness. his initial thought was that inosuke got too aggressive again.
but
he senses another wave of sadness… coming from inosuke…
and as he gets closer to the porch, he hears zenitsu’s cries and inosuke’s sniffling, there’s some grunting there too.
“guys? what’s wrong?”
inosuke gets heated, “WHAT’S WRONG IS THAT THIS STUPID BIRD IS SAYING-“
“y/n l/n has been killed in her mission!” the crow squawks weakly, tanjiro’s eyes widen firstly in horror from how hurt the bird appears, to the news of his lover. dead.
“STUPID SHIT!” inosuke kicks the crow
the crow squawks and lands by tanjiro’s feet.
tanjiro stares at it, it smells sad.
you’ve always had a cute relationship with your crow. it was weird seeing anyone get along with them, since they’re so set on being messengers and whatnot.
he get down on his knees, trembling hands picking up the poor crow.
“how did she die?” he asks, hollow and broken. his eyes are staring at the creature but they feel so blank, like the rest of his body.
“in… a mission-“
“how,” he repeats again, aggression surprising everyone. “did she die?”
the crow squawks weakly, “the enemy was a lower moon demon.”
tanjiro tenses. his eyes go wide. his blood runs cold.
“right after you separated to your mission, we were attacked.” the crow squawks, “she fought with everything she had… but she was no match.”
and that was the end.
tanjiro… tanjiro could only scream and cry, hugging the crow and begging it to tell him it’s not true.
y/n… his sweet, sweet y/n.
he remembers how happy you were after the four of you finished your two missions. as soon as the sun set, you were given mission after mission.
after the second, you had to part ways.
he gave you a hug and a kiss on the forehead. he subtly sniffed you, loving your scent. it was something you always teased him about.
he remembers how you hugged him back, almost afraid you could lose him.
but you didn’t know it was going to be the other way.
he can only imagine how brave you were trying to be. he can only imagine how scared you must have been when you were starting to lose.
“NOO!” he screams once more, “Y/N!” he calls, hoping you would appear and tell him he’s having a nightmare.
why? why?
“WHY!?” he sobs.
first he loses his family. then, his sister is turned into a demon.
and just when he finds you. just when he decides he really loves you. that the two of you could form a family once the war is over.
just then does the world turn against him once more.
he doesn’t know how long he cried, nor how he got into bed. he must have blacked out.
his throat is killing him.
neither zenitsu or inosuke are with him.
your crow. is long gone.
but his puffy, red eyes caoture something when he turns
his head to the side.
your. kimono.
your scent is still embedded into it.
with trembling hands he grabs it. he pulls it close to his face, taking a deep breath of your scent.
and once more, he bursts into tears.
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Shinunoga E-Wa
(Aizetsu X F!Reader Fluff)
Aizetsu and you meet for the first time and he immediately falls in love with you, however you don't feel the same until... Reader is human :)
Here's a song to listen to while you read this :)
As soon as he saw you, he knew it was love. Of course, you didn't think so. After all, he was an Upper Moon demon, and you? You were supposed to slay him. Of course you didn't feel anything towards him except hatred. When you two first met, he just stood there, staring at your beautiful form, while you were running towards him, yelling. He didn't die of course, but he did spare you. He could've killed you in a single thrust, yet he decided to let you go. Kagaya, the Hashiras nor you was happy that you had failed to slay a demon, yet happy that you were alive from meeting an Upper Moon. Right now, four weeks from that incident, you're on your way to a new mission. The least you'd expect is to run up against a Twelve Kizuki. Yet, halfway there, you see him. He, the demon who had spared your life. He, the demon who didn't want to kill you for his peculiar reasons. He heard you, turning his head towards you. When your eyes met his, you could tell that he wasn't expecting you either, surprise filling his usually sad face. He decided to go up to you, trying to befriend you once again. You stood where you stood as he approached, your feet feeling like they were glued to the ground. When he finally was in front of you, he spoke. “Hello..”, his voice sounded so sad, yet a quite happy expression was seen. “What do you want?” you replied. “Nothing, actually.. I just wanted to try to befrie-” He couldn't speak further, since you slashed his face in half. “So much that you know, i will not become friends with a demon, especially not an Upper Rank.” “Hey don't be so cold.. It's making me sad..” He had already regenerated, being able to speak again. “Sad? You? Yeah right. Demons don't have emotions.” “You're wrong about that..”, he replied. You looked at him, with a puzzled expression. “I am wrong? Me?” you scoffed at him. He sighed, deciding that it was pretty hopeless to try and befriend you. “I'll see you around then..?” he asked, just before he started running. “I hope not!” you yelled after him. Though it was meaningless yelling at him now, he was already long gone. You continued your mission to find and slay the demon you were assigned to slay.
~Time skip~
Two weeks later, you were assigned a new mission. As you read the letter that one of Ubuyashiki's children had written, your eyes widened. Did you read it correctly? Upper Moon Four. Yes, you had read it correctly. You weren't assigned with any other slayer, much less a Hashira. You took a deep breath as you neatly folded the paper, taking on the mission. You ran through the forests where the demon was said to be located. After a while, you see the silhouette of what seemed like an old man. But your senses told you that this being was not a human. You approached him carefully and silently, sword in a firm grip. When you were close enough, you sliced his head quickly. The demon shrieked as its head fell to the ground... However.. Something was happening to the head and the body. Turning into Karaku and Sekido. “Well, well!~ If it isn't the girl from before! What do you think we do to her, Sekido?!” “I say we kill her.” You stare at them both, terrified. You know that you can't survive if they get serious. You saw Karaku raising his fan. You closed your eyes, knowing only death awaited you. Just as you had given up, you felt that you got picked up by someone. You opened your eyes, looking up at your saviour, looking into...
Aizetsu's blue eyes...
He grabbed you, running into the deep forest with you. You heard Sekido and Karaku's yells to make Aizetsu come back. Eventually, you were so far away that the screams were inaudible. He stopped running, putting you down. “Are you okay?..” he asked. “Y-yeah..” you stuttered. You needed to thank him in some way, but you didn't know how. At last, you decided on a hug. You went closer to him and wrapped your arms around him. He stiffened, eyes widening when you hugged him. “Thank you..” you said while you hugged him. At those words, he hugged you back. “Shinunoga E-Wa..” You looked up at him. “What does that mean?” “I would rather die..” he smiled at you. “You would rather die? Than doing what?” “Losing you..” he said as he kissed you.
AAAAA ITS FINALLY DONE!!!! AFTER SO MUCH TIME, TOO MANY WRITERS-BLOCK AND TOO LITTLE MOTIVATION, IT IS DONE!
Hope you enjoyed reading! :D
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Requests open! Yay! I'd like to request a oneshot with Hantengu: reader, a human, ends up somehow protecting/saving the scared little guy (from the sun, perhaps?) and he is now Attached and kinda crushing, living in their house, and tries to make a move but is just way too scared. So he does what any good demon would do: gets bashful and rips his head off so his clones can make a move for him. Surprise now there's four guys with a Big Crush and they're not quite so cute about it anymore (not that reader complains). Hope this request finds you well and thanks for being super rad! ❤️
All For You [Hantengu X Reader]
Reader is Human Female | Romance | Part 2 HERE Final HERE
Recomended Song - Cheri Cheri Lady by Modern Talking
In such a terrifying battle, he hadn't realised that despite killing the hashira, they had stranded him in a field with no shade and the sun was just moments away. He could run, but he didn't have much power remaining, so all he could do was try.
Even as he cried and wailed, he could hear what he could only assume was another member of the corps catching up to him, taking advantage of how little he had left in him.
If he needed to, he could surely muster just one more strike-
He could feel a burning heat on his back, causing a squeal, before it all stopped, and two arms fell in front of him, which he ran into and fell back into the grass.
Whimpering, the upper-rank shielded his face, waiting for some kind of attack, only to hear the rigorous panting of the being that had caught him.
Shakily, his hands moved from his face, gazing up to see that someone was on their elbows and knees, shielding him from the sun.
"Aren't you supposed to be hidden from the sun?" A head dipped down, looking curiously at the small being. You were just going for a stroll since you hadn't been able to sleep, and after hearing a loud commotion all you found was a weak, stranded demon.
The being shakily waited to see your movements, taking the chance to replenish itself. Hantengu had nowhere to run, unless he wanted to try digging.
"Well, I'm sure we can work this out." When your hand reached to him, he crouched and moved his hands to protect his head, which didn't stop you from hiding him in the thick cloth of your woollen cloak, which you had used to protect yourself from the cold spring air.
What was this human thinking? Hantengu pondered the implications, though realised if you were so certain about taking him in, he could always kill you when you got to shelter and he would be free once more. Besides, doing so now would be a waste with the sun around, and since the fabric surrounding him was so soft, warm, and smelt so, so enticing.
With the distraction hidden in your coat and your rushed jog back to your hidden home beyond the forest line and up a hill, you never looked back to catch a glimpse at the body left behind.
Before daring to remove him, you had shut all your blinds so little to no light peaked in, and turned on the light in your home yourself.
When he finally crawled out of your cloak of his own accord, which you had laid on the table and waited for him, his eyes scattered and landed on objects he deemed of importance.
One, a nichirin blade hung on the wall.
Two, a demon slayer corps uniform hanging beside your other garments on a rack.
And three, a portrait of a blue spider lily, one he recognized from one of Muzan's books.
Clearly, you were no normal human, you were a part of the corps. So then why weren't you dressed up and killing him? Perhaps you were going to try to reason with him, like many idiots had tried.
"Ah, you're finally awake."
Of course, he also noticed you sitting in a chair leant up against a wall, just a gust of wind away from it slipping and you falling. But you remained balanced for now.
"You don't have to worry, I won't harm you. I'm just trying to figure out why you haven't harmed me, is all!" In your hands was a cup of tea, which, when you sipped, left a line of green matcha on your lips. It disappeared when you took yet another sip, and set the cup down beside him.
"To be honest, chasing after you really exhausted me, so I think I better head to bed now. You can leave if you'd like should you find a way, but feel free to stay as long as you like."
With that, you left the cowering demon in the nest of a cloak, closing the sliding door to the other half of the cabin where your futon was. Hantengu watched as the lights in the room went out.
You awake early in the afternoon, having achieved a quarter of a day's rest.
Unfortunately serenity was not in the picture, for the moment you opened the sliding door you nearly fell back on your ass upon seeing a fully grown man sitting on one of two cushions by the low table, his hands neatly folded in his lap.
He looked to be asleep sitting, but you knew from experience that it was less akin to sleep, and more of a hibernation tactic demons had during the day.
Only now did a shiver run sharp down your spine, the intense energy surrounding the being only now just hitting you. You must have been so exhausted yesterday that none of it registered.
Limping towards your food prepping station, you picked up a wooden bucket, getting ready to retrieve water for your breakfast. Your leg was acting up again, perhaps you shouldn't have overexerted yourself hours prior.
Once you made movement towards the door, the being sat up semi-straight, red eyes glowing similar to the lanterns scattering the room. He looked to be moving away from you, but stopped when he analysed you as familiar.
You, on the other hand, nearly dropped the bucket upon reading the kanji in his eyes.
When he was small last night, you hadn't noticed. I mean, you were also tired and, god, what have you gotten yourself into?
Not even a low rank, he was upper rank four, god, your heart quickened to a point where you knew he'd notice. Sure, you were a member of the corps, but you'd been on leave for months now since you almost lost your leg, and you were still recovering!
Not only that, but you could count the number of demons you'd killed on one hand, being only a Mizunoe.
Despite these facts, he seemed to be more afraid of you than you had been of him, and you were never that good at hating demons, so you just meekly pointed to the pail.
"I'm going to fetch some water, but I'll be back soon."
Closing the door behind you, your hand met with the cloth over your heart, gripping it as if your life depended on it, trying to slow your heart rate and push forwards.
'What the fuck, what the hell do I even do?' With every heavy step, a lighter one followed as you tried not to put too much pressure on it, approaching the water pump and putting your bucket under it.
Sucking in a breath, you grabbed onto the lever and pushed down, letting it slowly inch up before repeating the process, letting the sputtering first gushes of muddy water spray out until a steady stream formed, which you kicked the bucket under to collect.
Your crow wouldn't be back for a week since it was retrieving medicine, if you could stall and keep him trapped here then maybe your crow could eventually get help! But you'd have to make it for, at the very least, a week.
Removing your calloused hands from the pump handle, you picked up the bucket with far more care than before, assuring yourself you wouldn't spill.
You'd just have to do it, because there was no fighting in your condition, and if he was that much of a threat he surely would have lunged at you while you slept, right?
"So, what's your name?" Your hearth had a burning fire below it, water boiling away as you added sugar and rice, covering it entirely and setting the pot aside so it could cook. The entire time, his eyes had been trained on you, flinching at every loud sound such as a ladle hitting the cast iron of your pot.
"M...me?" His voice broke as he spoke, though when you nodded he cleared it, "Hantengu."
"Han-teng-ou...!" You played the syllables out, as if testing how the name would taste, before pointing to yourself.
"Well, I'm y/n, but you can call me anything you want really. I have a feeling you won't be leaving anytime soon, so try to keep it non demeaning." You joked, though he seemed to take it seriously, nodding vigorously.
When your rice pudding was complete, you scooped a ball of it into a separate spoon, offering it to the demon. You knew they didn't eat human food often, but you figured you should act as clueless as you could.
Much to your surprise, Hantengu ate it, though you could tell he didn't like it by how harshly he swallowed. You giggled, taking the kindness of the demon into consideration, he must have done it not to hurt your feelings, which was relatively cute!
Even as the sun dipped below the horizon, Hantengu never left, instead enjoying your company, and as nights came and went, you found that every morning he'd be there, already preparing the hearth or with water ready for you. You'd become so used to the schedule, you never noticed that your crow hadn't returned, only interested in getting along with the demon.
On one summer evening, as the leaves had fully grown on the trees and the summer heat began to settle in, you'd been cleaning up the home while Hantengu came back in with firewood, stretching his legs now that the sun had gone down.
All the windows were wide, allowing any breeze in to help with the head, and you fanned yourself off with your hand.
"I'm really glad I picked you up, I never realised how lonely it was out here." You spoke up the moment he entered as if it had been on your mind for some time.
Hantengu always listened closely, having long forgotten his plan of ever so much as laying a scratch on you. You'd been nothing but kind to him, and had always treated him better than anyone he had met in his life. It would suffice to say the demon adored you, but he would never say it.
Your words stunned him entirely, which made him gaze down at the floor, hiding the expression of endearment on his face.
"I built this place far from any villages with the help of a few other corps members, but after that I never saw them again. I just didn't want to be anywhere demons would be, because if I was home I wanted to feel safe. But it's pure solitude. You've made it so much better."
Your head had begun to droop, moments from leaning on his shoulder, before the demon squealed and tumbled to the other side of the room, panting. You had become fully alert now, holding your hands out in a panic.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you--!"
Despite your apologies, the being shook, seemingly muttering to himself with both hands clawing at his heads, before in one swift motion he tore his head from his body, blood splashing along the walls and quickly disintegrating.
Mouth agape, you stared in horror as a transformation began, carefully inching towards the blade on your wall. The head rolled on the floor, before regenerating a new body that resembled a much younger demon, entirely shirtless. He caught himself easily, and sprung up on his feet in mere seconds.
The body, on the other hand, changed heavily in appearance until a head popped from the torso, similar red eyes glowing, though they were a more saturated cherry red compared to the Hantengu you knew.
"Ahah! Finally~ A vessel of my own..." Snapping your head back to the other, he was now crouched down, green eyes staring at you with a shimmer of interest.
Despite this, the other one walked behind his duplicate, barely giving you enough time to react to the fact that your companion was entirely renewed, and tore his head off once more, much to the dissatisfaction of the green eyed being, which the green eyed one reacted by ripping the others arm off.
They replenished themselves in seconds, though the two loose limbs quickly multiplied once more, introducing a sulking blue eyed demon, and what looked like a man-bird-thing.
"It never gets any easier..." A soft voice came from the blue eyed individual, of which you caught a kanji on his tongue which read 'sorrow'.
Shivering in the corner, the four seemed to bicker with each other for what you wished was much longer, before their full attention was on your cowering form in the corner.
Oh, how ironic it was, you and Hantengu had entirely switched places, if you could call these beings such a title.
You just hoped they liked you as much as he had.
"Don't you have better things to do than stare?" The red-eyed one hissed, though with malice or anticipation you couldn't entirely pick out. Despite his near-hostility, the showy one crawled forwards, reaching out a clawed hand to hold your chin, pushing it up to meet his eyes.
'Uppermoon Four' It was the same as Hantengu, but they acted so differently, or perhaps to his extremes?
While you were lost in your thoughts, the demon hissed a laugh, enjoying the empty look beyond your curious eyes that scanned him over.
"Before you call me anything I'm not, how about we start with Karaku, unless you prefer 'man of your dreams' better?" The tips of his nails pushed into your skin, but not nearly close enough to damage you. Oh no, he wouldn't dare do such a thing to his doll.
Karaku was promptly pulled back by the claws of a bird foot, which led to the tumbling forward of a very, very strange being, whose wings quickly blocked your view of all others and forced your eyes to gaze into his yellow ones, though he only grinned.
"Look what you've done, making big bad demons go falling for your stupidity, you're lucky you're so damned pretty!" Once he got his word in, he backed off as the other called him by his name strictly, allowing the two remainders to stand before you, gazing down.
You caught the name Urogi, and hoped you caught right, being hoisted to your feet by the hands of a very rough being, the one most similar to Hantengu, though the blue-eyed one placed his hand on your back, keeping you from moving back and providing little comfort.
"You poor thing, you must have no idea what’s going on..." Pity seeped from the sorrow demon, though he muttered his name to you shortly after.
'Aizetsu.' You repeat to yourself mentally, almost leaning into his hand, which moved slowly up and down as if he was giving a futile attempt at comforting you. The one holding your wrist in a vice-like grip only grumbled, seemingly irritated at nothing.
"Sekido."
"S...sekido...?" He only huffed in annoyance at your confirmation, as if it was stupid that you'd even thought of his name in the first place. You hadn't noticed how badly you were shaking until the tremors of the table met your ears, and your heart was skipping beats left and right.
"I- I don't," your voice paused, daring to reach forward, cupping Sekido's cheek, "aren't you?"
The loss of words seemed to amuse Karaku and Urogi, who erupted in giggles and grinned respectively. You were adorable, all your confidence sapped as if anything had changed.
"Yes, and no~" Urogi piped up, tilting his head to get a better look at you from where he was sitting, since Sekido's arm was in the way.
As Sekido dragged you back to your room, you watched Aizetsu carefully close your front door and lock it, each pair of eyes staring at you from the darkness of your living room, shining with light.
Looks like you'd have to make room for four more.
Author Note - Okay this is the longest oneshot I have every written on here, and I couldn't even fully finish it!! So kind of a cliff hanger but I got to every point so win! I hope you enjoy, and thank you so much for requesting! This req inspired me sm <3
Shoutout to @mister-gooday1 who actually beta reads all of my oneshots I post because I would die if I had to do it myself xoxo
Word Count - 2,669
Art Credit - Hira_Daphne (twitter)
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Anything for My Lady!
Synopsis: You're Muzan's faithful aide and she rewards your hard work with sweet words and a kiss. In reference to this post I made.
Note: Manipulation (kinda, reader is aware and is fine with it.) Gn Reader.
Requests are open!
Becoming the perfect being is what Muzan wanted. She almost had it all; immortality, eternal youth, and an army of bloodthirsty demons. Though there was one thing stopping her from becoming perfect, her inability to conquer the sun. Muzan had spent years, decades, centuries trying to find a way. She looked through every book, every village, every person but has yet to find an answer.
Nothing, not a single book in the infinity castle had any new information. Flipping through pages and tossing them to the side, Muzan was getting frustrated. Before her resolve could fully snap, she found something. A formula dating a few centuries back, one she had not tried before. With an almost crazed smirk, she called out to the demon with a biwa.
“Nakime, summon my precious aide for me.” Her voice practically purred.
Positioning her fingers on the strings, Nakime gave a subtle nod. “Yes, Lord Muzan.”
You were confused, being pulled from your home and into a never-ending labyrinth so suddenly. Though the confusion quickly wore off. Seeing the familiar complexities of the infinity castle made your chest warm. It meant your lady needed you.
A shiver goes down your spine when you hear it. The sound of your name falling from soft lips. Muzan stands tall in the center of the room. Her hair was in its usual bun, her kimono perfectly draped. With quick yet elegant steps, she’s in front of you. Her sharp, red eyes pierce through you. “Kneel.”
It was as if your body switched to auto-piolet. You get down on one knee, a hand on your chest, bowing your head. “Lady Muzan, it’s so wonderful to see you again. Is there something you need of me?”
Muzan reached a hand down, bringing the tips of her fingers to lift your chin. She smiled. The sight caused your stomach to flutter. “Yes, there is something I need. Rather urgently at that.” With her free hand, she holds a sheet of parchment. “See these ingredients? I need you to collect them for me.”
Your eyes look into hers, shining with pure devotion. “Of course, I will go right away.”
Muzan gleamed at your eagerness. She kneels next to you, her hand cupping your chin. “Always so happy to please. You’re unlike my demon subordinates. No, you’re far more special. You can do things they can’t. I can call you day or night.”
Your spine tingled as she leaned in close, her breath tickling your ear. Her voice was low as she whispered.
“Make quick work of this task, and I’ll reward you. Don’t disappoint me.” Muzan’s lips grazed against the shell of your ear. Her waxy lipstick left a faint mark.
Clasping your hands together, you look on at Muzan with awe. She was so close. The floral fragrance of her perfume wafts into your nose, sending a jolt through your body. “I won’t let you down! I’ll get everything on the list, I promise.”
“Good.” Muzan pulls away, standing to her full height. She turns around and gives a dismissive wave of her hand. Nakime sends you off with a strum of her biwa.
Once you’re gone, the demon king walks back to her desk with a smirk. You were so easy to work, so malleable. You would do anything she said. She liked that. Unlike some of her demons, you never complained or whined; never asked for anything in return. Just working for her seemed to be enough payment. She couldn't help but wonder, would you still serve her in her other forms?
Hours had passed, and the sun was going down on the horizon.
“They have returned, Lord Muzan,” Nakime announced as she strummed the strings of her biwa. The infinity castle shifted and shuffled until you were back in front of Muzan. You held bags and parcels of many shapes.
You stand tall, bowing your head, and a light blush covers your face. “I’m back, my lady. I got everything on your list.”
In a flash, the items were out of your hands. Muzan takes her place in front of you. The way she looked down at you made your heart beat faster. She brings her hand to your cheek, a well-manicured nail grazing against your skin. “Well done. You didn’t have any trouble, did you?” Her voice was like honey, and you just wanted more of it.
“No! No trouble at all. I found everything with ease. I only had to visit two villages as well.” It didn’t matter how many villages you went to. You’d scour the whole globe if it made Muzan happy.
Slowly, Muzan leans in. Her fragrant perfume fills your senses once more. “Perfect. Now, for your reward.”
The touch is light, but it still invigorates you. Her lips were soft and gentle against yours. Still cupping your cheek, she used her thumb to stroke your skin. The smooth feel of her lipstick was pleasant on your lips. Just as quick as the feeling came, it was gone. Though it was a chaste kiss, it felt like an eternity to you.
Once Muzan pulled away, she smirked. “Hm, you just might be my favorite. If you keep working this diligently, I’ll have to keep rewarding you.”
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