#husband!muzan x f!reader

[tojifile]

@Muzan Kibutsuji . . . (＾＾＃)

Tags: husband!muzan, emotionally dependent reader, f!reader, violence, suggestive, manipulation, muzan is taller than you, mansplaining if you squint, huge daddy issues, toxic relationship

A/N: Thinking about husband!muzan and his wife who’s emotionally dependent on him. She’s a huge crybaby but Muzan loves how dependent she is on him. He loves the dominance he has over her. THIS IS FOR WOMEN WITH DADDY ISSUES WHO WANT TO BE TAKEN CARE OF IN THE MOST TOXIC WAY IMAGINABLE. The relationship and everything is super toxic but I love those and honestly, red flags get me going! (I am a bad example of what you should do with your life, do not copy) Merry Christmas Eve to my ho ho hos! 🎄

p.s. an anon just requested for a Muzan’s wife runs away after finding out so that may be after this, just know that I love toxic relationships with guys like Muzan :)

husband!muzan who only goes out at night. He tells you he has a skin condition that started when he was a kid. There was no known cure, so his “company” constantly tries to find information on possible cures for people with the same disease.

husband!muzan who seemed like the perfect partner, dotting on you, always buying you gifts. He’d buy you things that reminds him of you which made you all the more attached. You loved his attention and how he constantly babies you.

husband!muzan who you caught consuming a woman during a stroll. It was already past 7PM but you decided to go out for a walk. Everything was good, the streets were bustling with different kinds of people, all smiling and happy—that was until you got to a rather secluded area.

You heard loud cries coming from a narrow alley. The screams lured you in. At the back of the alley was where you saw your husband—Muzan Kibutsuji, devouring a helpless young woman. He immediately sensed your presence and turned around.

He swiftly got in front of you and covered your mouth with his palm. “Hello, my love, I trust you enjoyed your evening stroll?” He spoke, his voice dripping with an eerie yet sweet, confusing feeling. You only looked at him with teary eyes in response.

husband!muzan who tries to reason with you but he didn’t even need to say anything. You still wanted him.

Such a shame that you had to find out about his secret, “Kibutsuji-kun..” was all you could mutter after he removed his palm from your mouth. You then started to cry in his arms as he caressed your hair, calming you down. God, he was so sweet towards you.

A few lines of blood dripped down the corners of his mouth. He looked down at you with a soft smile on his face. His suit and pants were stained with the blood of his victim but that didn’t bother him.

Most—no, all of his past wives would’ve been crying and yelling about how much of a liar and monster he is and/or running away. But here you were in his arms, you cried because you didn’t know how to react. You were scared that he’d leave you because you found out his secret.

husband!muzan who is happy to know that you’ve truly submitted yourself to him. He loves the feeling of being in control. It was adorable, the way you melted into his arms, even after you saw him consuming another human being.

husband!muzan who promises to never hurt nor leave you. He just loved controlling you a bit too much. It got him excited, knowing that he comes home to such a cute little human wife who he doesn’t have to hide his true form from.

husband!muzan who then escorts you home while holding you by the waist. Telling you about how you shouldn’t go out at night without him. He doesn’t want other demons to mistake you for a lowly human.

husband!muzan who was just really turned on by the events. As soon as you got home he had you on the bed, kissing you softly. He didn’t even have to use force with you. You were just so happy to submit to the man who gave you affection.

husband!muzan who sometimes lets his fangs sink in your skin. Just for you to tremble and whimper under his touch. He loved it when you would cling onto him and he loves the little noises you’d make whether it be from pain or pleasure.

husband!muzan who tells himself that he’s only staying with you and treating you like this because you’re a valuable asset, one that could keep his facade going.

husband!muzan who slowly submits to your affection genuinely, especially after that night.

husband!muzan who always makes you feel safe and taken care of. He might be the demon king but he can’t let his wife be let down. Muzan Kibutsuji was too much of a loving husband to let that happen.

husband!muzan who treats you like a child that needs to be guided. He can’t have you forming your own thoughts now, right? That would corrupt your innocent little mind. He couldn’t let you turn against him now that he was so attached to you.

husband!muzan who loves to pamper you like a little doll. He loves the idea of using you over and over. Although he doesn’t understand why he’s so attached to you, he just lets it happen. You were still a benefit to him anyway.

And finally.. husband!muzan who has you numb every time he’s had a bad night. Getting you to do nasty things with him, knowing you’re always so needy for his attention.

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[pinejayy]

hi . i have a request

what if muzan wife had been reborn and he saw her by accident how would he reacts? . sorry for any mistakes English isn't my first language

sure thing!! I hope you enjoy this uwu

trigger warnings: mentions of death, a bit of yandere

here's part 2

I'll make you remember me (Muzan Kibustsuji x F!Reader)

It's been years since Muzan has lost you and it has broken him, he had lost you his wife. The Demon King truly missed you, he misses your smile and he misses how kind you were towards him. But everything was taking away from him after you were killed by some humans. They found out about your relationship with the Demon and since you were human it was just against their laws that a human and a demon could love each other. But he made sure to kill those humans who took you away.

But that was about 30 years ago, and Muzan has pushed those feelings down deep inside of him.

Tonight was a peaceful night, he was walking around the small village, as people were walking past him he couldn't help but growl to himself, he hated humans. He hated how they took you away from him. But the Demon needed a break from his work and the Upper Moons, they all get on his nerves. He just sighed to himself, as he was walking hearing the humans walk around and speak to each other but a voice caught his attention, it sounded like your voice. No that can't be right? You were long gone and 6 feet under.

"Fresh Noodles right here! Come buy them as their fresh!"

Yes that sounded like your voice, he decided to follow the voice, as he walked he seemed to be getting nervous. As he walked towards the voice he saw you? Standing by a small Noodle shop. You were smiling and waving at people walking by. Was it really you, Muzan walked towards you. Was this reincarnation? Did the universe send you back to him?

"Hello sir, would you like to buy some noodles." You say with a smile.

Muzan couldn't help but smile as he heard your voice and he just nodded. To which you just nodded, both of you walked into the shop. He looked around there was a few people. He sat down by a table that was away from everyone else.

"What can I get you today sir?"

He looked at you, it seemed like you don't remember him. "Y/N you don't remember me? It's me Muzan your husband." To which you looked at him confused.

"Oh I'm sorry sir, it seems like you have the wrong person." You say. "But would you like to hear about the specials today?"

Muzan looked at you, so you really don't remember him? He was heart broken. He just looked down. "Please Y/N...we were married. You were my wife...You were Mine." He hissed softly, looking at you. Muzan looked around the small shop and it seemed to be empty now. "You we're my Wife! They took you away from me!" He said. Standing up. He looked down at you. Seeing your eye color. They still looked beautiful.

" Oh sir...I don't know what you're talking about..Please leave now!" You say, taking a step back. And this just made Muzan even more upset. How dare you tell him to leave.

He looked at you one last time before leaving you alone at the shop. He was going to get you back and he was going to make you remember him and your past life.

After awhile, you were closing up for the night. Cleaning up everything, you sigh and thought about that odd man. He did seem familiar, and his voice you also recognized. But nothing came to mind. As you were getting ready to leave, you heard something behind you, and before you could turn around you felt a arm wrap around you. And a cold hand over your mouth, you tried to struggle. But whoever was holding you had a strong grip.

"Shh don't make this harder for me my queen."

Hearing the voice of the man from awhile ago. Struggling more, this made Muzan growl softly and he tighten his grip against you. "Stop moving Y/N." He said removing the hand he had over your mouth. and he started dragged a nail against your cheek.

"Please sir.." You started to cry out. "I don't know you."

He snarled and with that he turned you around so you were facing him. He grabbed your face quite harshly and forced you to look him in the eyes. "YES YOU DO, WHY CAN'T YOU REMEMBER ME Y/N! I LOVED YOU! YOU WERE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME!."

You whimper softly, and started to tear up. This made Muzan softly. He loosen his grip but didn't let you go. "I'm sorry my love, it's just been so many years without you and I deeply miss you."

You just stand there looking at the man's eyes. His pink oddly familiar eyes... "Please...let me go."

Muzan didn't want to force you out of here but if he has too then he will. He smirked, looking down at you. Placing a hand around your neck and bringing you closer to him, he placed his lips against yours. Oh how much he misses your lips.

You just stand there shocked, and of course you didn't return the kiss. Muzan pulled away and smiled at you.

"Don't worry my love, I'll make you remember me." He said and with a quick motion he hit you across the head. You fell to the floor. Out cold, Muzan just sighed and picked up your body and he threw you over his shoudler.

"You're going to remember me Y/N. I'll make sure of it."

#demon slayer muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer

[muzansfangs]

Hiii! May I request some hc of the reader cockwarming Muzan during a video call with her parents?😎

Cock-warming Muzan during a video call with your parents.

Starring: Muzan x f!reader.

Warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, slightly choking spanking, vaginal sex, oral sex (Muzan receiving).

Format: headcanons.

Plot: Craving your revenge on your husband for having forgotten about your dinner out yesterday, you came up with a perfect plan to make him pay for his sins. Once he came back from a tiring day at work, you allured him into your trap and forced him to endure a real ‘physical torture’ during a video call with your parents. Were you ready to face the consequences of your actions, though?

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• Unaware of what was yet to come, your husband groaned softly at the way your tongue swirled around the tip of his leaking cock. His fingers were tangled in your hair, his head lolled back on the headrest of his leather armchair. You truly knew how to help him steam off some stress after a long, tiring day at work.

• Well, of course you did. You were enjoying yourself too, after all. Yet, this was not going to last long. Despite your hunger for him and your devotion in satisfying your husband’s needs, giving Muzan a blow job was just a part of your devious plan. Muzan Kibutsuji was not going to get his release tonight, he was going to endure so much frustration and physical pain he would have thought twice the next time, before ‘forgetting’ about another important dinner with you.

• You glanced up at him as he yanked your hair back, his plum red eyes meeting yours in a lustful glare “Ride me” he demanded, watching the way you suavely stood up from between his knees and quickly unzipped your skirt, letting it pool down at your feet.

• Muzan loved watching you strip for him. The power he had over you, the way you always obediently left the items fall on the floor one by one was enticing. He loved seeing you bouncing up and down his cock, feeling your mouth hovering over his one sinfully, as you thought you were the one in control. He found it amusing the way you always tried to break him, but never really succeeded in it.

• If only he knew how the tables were about to turn…

• You bit your lower lip softly, your panties following the destiny of your skirt and landing on the floor as you leant down towards Muzan. You captured his lips in a tender, yet passionate kiss “Your wish is my command” you whispered then, before turning your back at him and lowering yourself onto his erected, throbbing member. Muzan moaned softly, his hands gripping your hips tightly as your walls clamped down on him.

• “Fuck— Feisty, aren’t we? – he breathed out, sitting up and pressing his still covered chest against your back – I did not expect a reverse cowgirl today, but I’m not complaining” he chortled, his mouth latching onto the left side of your neck as you stared at the pc awaiting for the incoming video call from your parents.

• “I feel experimental, babe… – you sneered, rolling your hips even so slightly to elicit one of his guttural, erotic groans from him – I promise you are going to enjoy it”.

• Muzan hummed, his hot breath fanning your earlobe as he snapped his hips up abruptly, making a high-pitched moan to erupt from your throat “Fucking start to ride me like the bitch in heat you are, darling” he hoarsely said, only to narrow his eyes at the pc as the Skype ringtone spread through the room.

• Now, Muzan was one hundred percent sure you were going to ignore the call. Your parents would have understood anyway, thus he chuckled and wrapped one hand around your throat “Ah, imagine your father’s face, if he saw the lewd faces you’re about to make…” he stated, a smug smile plastered over his face.

• Poor Muzan.

• “Mmm, you better not do that because I really have to answer. Face the camera, Mr. Kibutsuji” you whined, right before dragging your finger on the cursor and answering the call.

• Muzan.exe stopped working. His mouth agape, his expression blank as the cheerful faces of your parents appeared on the screen. How dare you? That was what betrayal felt like.

• “Hi mom! Hi daddy!” you greeted your parents, waving your hand at them as if you were not stuffed with the twitching, hard cock of your husband.

• Muzan gulped down nervously, his hand squeezing your hip harshly as if he wanted you to know that you had royally screwed up. However, you were going to give him a very hard time in speaking to them. After all, he deserved it, right? Therefore, you rolled your hips slowly, pretending you were just shifting your position. Muzan stiffened, a groan almost erupting from his throat “Good evening, Mrs and Mr. L/N” he rasped, faking cough to mask the pleasure engulfing his lower abdomen.

• Sweat ran down his back as he was forced to strike up a conversation with your parents. Why did you do that? Why were you punishing him?

• Then your mother spoke and he froze solid, reality dawning on him as a cold shower. His cock almost softened, but you promptly shifted again and he had to clasp his hand over his mouth to fake another stupid coughing fit “How was your dinner yesterday?”.

• “Aww, unfortunately, we had to call it down… — you pouted, planting a kiss on your husband cheekbone, shifting slighty on your seat – As you can see, Muzan is not at his best!”.

• “I wonder why” Muzan almost growled, as his hand slided down towards your clit. Well, if you were going to be a pain in the ass, he was too. As he started rubbing figures eight on your bundle of nerves, careful not to let your parents get a hint of what was going on, your cheeks heated up and you knew you were toasted by the dangerous glint in Muzan’s eyes.

• Long story short, you made up an excuse and ended the call. But, as soon as you did, Muzan lost his temper.

• You did not even had enough time to realize what was happening that you found yourself bent over the desk, Muzan’s hand spanking your ass a few times in a row, before he leant down towards your ear “What the fuck was that, huh? Acting all bitchy for a dinner? Ah, you must be starving! I’ll give you a wholesome meal you’re not going to regret, dear. Daddy is going to take care of you”. With that, he pulled out of you only to pick a feral pace.

• Spoiler Alert: you could not even walk to the bed on your legs, once he was done with you.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! My my, I got a little carried away I think… I’M NOT SORRY THOUGH. I’m a whore for Muzan, but y’all know it already. I hope you have enjoyed this one as much as I did!

Tag: @tired-writer04 because we got a kink for him. Send help, guys💀❤️

#muzan kibutsuji x reader #muzan headcanons #muzan x reader #muzan x you #muzan x y/n #muzan smut #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic

[kalinysu]

Muzan with wife reader who failed a mission and is trying to avoid him after he yelled at her? extra fluff pls

𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘. - Muzan x F!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None/Small angst. (?)

𝐍𝗼𝐭𝐞𝐬: LAST thing i’ll write Muzan for a while. 😭

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You had been avoiding Muzan for days. At first, he didn’t take the time to realize as he had been far too busy with other things to pay your obvious distancing any mind. He also never thought of you being upset with him for something that he did so often. Yelling? He’s yelled at practically everyone.

But you, you were his wife. That was the first time he had yelled at you, and you thought that he would treat you differently because you were his wife. But he yelled and got really angry with you, just like every other demon. It hurt you, more than he realized. And the fact that the two of you hadn’t talked in days and he didn’t notice, or rather didn’t care that something was up hurt even more.

You had been cooped up in your room for a while, and nobody had ever checked up on you or anything at all, not even your own husband.

Not that you expected it, everyone had been busy with the demon slayers and such. But still, he was your husband, and he had to have even a little free time at some point. You were sulking in bed, losing track of time, until finally, someone had opened your door.

“Get up, do something productive, like finding me that flower.”

Your husbands deep voice rang out as he rummaged through your drawing and took something before leaving without another word. The fact that he was now telling you only to find the flower stung. He most likely thought you were incapable of doing anything else.

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Days had gone by now, you had nothing, and it seemed Muzan was only growing more and more irritated as time went by. You had lost all hope of him ever coming to see you for even a split second of affection.

You were outside, somewhere. An unknown location, simply sitting on a hill in the moonlight. The flowers were pretty, but you couldn’t take the time to admire them. You were far too lost in your thoughts. You didn’t care for the flowers if they weren’t the one Muzan wanted.

Suddenly, you noticed someone sit down beside you.

Your husband.

Neither of you spoke, even though you really wanted to. It wasn’t an awkward silence, the two of you just knew it wasn’t the right time to talk. Well, you knew. Muzan didn’t talk because he didn’t want to or feel like it. He’s always been like that. He rarely showed affection through his words, but you didn’t mind to much, especially not anymore. You had grown used to the small gestures of affection from a while ago, but now you were convinced they had stopped.

“.. My lord if.. If i’ve done something to offend you—“ You started, not looking at him as you spoke.

“You’ve been distant.”

You looked up at him. He wasn’t looking at you, not avoiding, but simply looking across the hills. “You haven’t spoke to me in so long.. You have only uttered few words but those were orders, and weren’t frequent either.” You said, hugging your knees.

“Am I supposed to come to you? What happened to you coming to me?”

Your husband said. It sounded cold, but you knew that wasn’t his intention. You usually always came to him, showing affection and in return receiving affection back. He was right, you never went to him anymore. But..

“It seems you’ve been mad at me..”

“I was mad, but that’s no reason not to come to me. I’ve been irritable lately with all these nuisances.”

“But if your irritated.. you don’t have to take your anger out o..” You trailed off, going silent before you could even finish your sentence as you noticed him glaring at you. Looking away uncomfortably you mumbled slightly. “..Nevermind— I.. It’s fine but—“

“Sorry.”

You blinked a few times, wondering if you were hearing things. You looked back at him. “Hu—“

“I don’t like repeating myself.”

You went quiet.

“Your supposed to say you forgive me.”

“Right!!— I forgive you.” You said, still a little shocked he had actually apologized. You’d never heard that word come out of his mouth before, unless he was mocking someone but that was different.

“—‘My lord’?”

“—My lord.” You added, a small smile playing on your lips at the reminder. You leaned against his shoulder slightly, and in return, he placed a hand on your waist.

“Don’t avoid me like that again.”

His hand came up to your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, before he leaned down and placed a kiss on your head. When was the last time you had kissed him. You looked up at him.

“No.”

“No? No to what?” You said, with a fake innocence, before quickly giving him a peck on the lips before he could speak.

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[paradox-the-unimpressed-nun]

🍓Taking matters into your own hands Human!Sick!Muzan x f!Wife!Reader (Not proofread)

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Summary: You just want your husband to show you love and affection

Warning: Smut, Breeding kink, Overstimulation, Oral sex M!Receiving, Shower sex, sub!Muzan Dom!reader, slight orgasm denial, your deranged A/N: I don't usually post nsfw nor do I take nsfw request, then why did I make this? simple, I just really like Muzan. Also I'm still taking non f!reader request, I just made this because I want to. This is my first nsfw post so that’s why it’s ass

You have been married to Muzan for approximately a year now. Despite his sickness, cold demeanor, and occasional outbursts of yelling, you held onto the hope that your marriage would take a turn for the better.

You craved a family with Muzan, hoped to have living prof of your love with a child. However, intimacy between you is scarce having only being intimate on one occasion, your wedding night. You've grown increasingly frustrated with the fact of love in your relationship. Despite your attempts to reignite the spark and deepen your connection, every effort was met with resistance from Muzan, who has even refrained from simple acts of affection like embracing you.

Now you are desperate, his health has been declining and you've still have yet to bare his child. At this point You aren't even concerned if he loves you, you just want him, his body and his child. Tonight you would take matters into your own hands.

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Your movements are filled with a mix of urgency and longing as you hurriedly remove your clothing. You've waited far too long and now, finally, your deepest wishes are on the verge of becoming reality.

You quickly step into the bath, and you see Muzan sitting there, waiting for you. Soap bottle's were places neatly on the ledge beside him. "Y/n what are you waiting for? come in" Startled by being snapped out of your thoughts, your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and you hurriedly make your way towards him.

The water feels unbearably warm, intensifying your nervousness. As you reach for the bottles of soap, your hands tremble, causing you to stumble. Muzan's gaze grows increasingly irritated, and in a fit of frustration, he abruptly grasps your arms. His eyes bore into yours, their coldness piercing your soul. The sound of your name escaping his lips sends a jolt of mixed emotions through your heart. "Just pick it up, Y/n," he says curtly, his voice devoid of warmth. You find yourself whispering an apology, though you doubt he even hears it.

You squirt some soap onto your hands. Gently you grab muzans hair and brush your fingers through his hair, making sure to get the soap all in his hair. Picking up a bowl you pour water on him, making sure you get out all of the soap. One last time you run your fingers through his hair seeing if there is any soap left, there wasn’t any.

Muzan rises from the water and takes a seat on the bath ledge, he looks like a god. However, beneath his stunning exterior, you are reminded of his unpleasant nature, to say the least. You reach for another bottle of soap you assist Muzan in cleaning his skin. Gently and attentively, you apply the soap, rubbing it onto his skin with care. Your hands gaze over his thin arms, moving down to his chest and then lower down to his crotch.

You slowly sit into the way the water, you grab his shaft. A jolt of surprise evident on his face and his cock twitches in your palm. "What are you doing, Y/n?!" Muzan's gaze locks onto you, his eyes widening in astonishment. Your current actions seem to deviate from your usual character, leaving him perplexed. "I'm cleaning you up," you assert confidently, your voice clear and resolute. Your statement carries a sense of purpose and determination, leaving no room for doubt in your intentions. Lowering down to his shaft you lovingly kiss the head, a free hand moves to play with his balls. This causes him to cover his mouth and whimpers -he’s sensitive- you look up at him, Tears begin to well up in Muzan's eyes, on the brink of spilling over.

Again you kiss the head of his cock, immediately after you give a couple generous licks to his pretty pink tip. His cock becomes hard on your tongue, which makes the pool in-between your legs grow. Generously your free hand plays with his heavy balls. Your mouth is skillfully working on pleasuring him while he's near tear filled and struggling to keep his composure, he's failing miserably.

Putting his tip fully into your mouth you slowly lower your self down to his base, he moans as he feels his shaft hit the back of your throat. Tears of pure joy and endearment develop in your eyes, you're thrilled that he's enjoying this.

He places a hand on the back of your neck, encouraging you to continue. straight away you bob your head up and down, you try not to gag on his cock has it hits the back of your throat. Muzan wraps his legs and arms around your head, he's struggling under the sheer pleasure that your lovingly providing him. "Oh-oh God!" he chokes out a sob, in response you fasten or pace. A ring of drool and pre-cum form around your puckered lips, this giving you the sign that he will be cumming soon.

“F-fuck…I’m close!” He was about to release into your mouth but you pull away before he can. His pretty pink cock twitches from the lack of release. Muzan gazes fixates on you while tears fall down his flushed cheeks. The look in his eyes is a look of complete and utter betrayal. Usually such a look was stir up concern in you but this time, his tears are from the deep yearning of wanting a release. “Don’t worry my love, you’ll get to cum soon” you smile ever so softly at him, soon he’ll fill you with his love

You arise from your original sitting position and wipe away the pre-cum from your chin. You seat yourself onto his lap cautious of the amount of weight you put on him. Gripping his cock you line it up to your neglected soaking hole. Straining longly into his eyes all you say is “soon baby, soon”. Finally you lower yourself down onto his perfect member. You both let out a moan how much louder than yours. Your walls squeezes trying to already squeeze him of all of his worth. Your mind is a fog all you can think about is his cock filling your womb up to the brim, telling you how much he’s gonna love seeing you full with his seed.

You slam your lips onto his, shoving your tongue into his mouth while wrapping your arms around his neck. Surprisingly Muzan responds by kissing back, he's a lousy kisser but just the fact that he is returning affection to you makes you melt into him.

He places a hand on your ass and squeezes it, the other deciding to rest on your hip. It's not long before you start to lift your hips, trying to start a rhythm. Soon you find the perfect rhythm your moves are now bold as you start quacking up speed. Muzan throws his back it's just all too overwhelming for him. He struggles to keep his body up as he already feels himself weakening from the pleasure. You feel completely enveloped in his love as you hear him moan and beg for you.

"Aah-Y/n please!" he yells while fat hot tears pour down his puffy cheeks, you hips stop moving abruptly and you lift yourself off of him. A lovely string of pearls connect your dripping pussy to his shaft, your walls try to clutch on his cock but only clutches onto hair. "Please what? use your words my love" your voice is filled with a mixture of longing and determination. You yearn for Muzan to say those words you've been craving for far too long. You'll continue to deny him just how he knowingly denied you until you hear him say it. "p-please..." he has long pause as he struggles to catch his breath "please...let me fuck a baby into you..".

That's all he had to say in order for you to promptly snap your hips back down and riding him like your life depended on it. You didn't even bother to try and hit your sweet spots, just knowing that soon he'll release into you was already sending jolts of unimaginable pleasure to your core. Muzan then suddenly grips your hips with all of his strength and bucks his hips up into you causing you let out a loud moan, he had hit your sweet spot. "fuck! I'm cumming!" Is all that he said before you and him both came. Keeping his promise he spilled hot sticky ropes of cum into your womb.

Tears stream down your cheeks as the realization sinks in—you are on the verge of having the family you have always yearned for. The journey may have been long and challenging, but now it is finally coming to fruition. Determined not to burden your husband with your emotions, you swiftly wipe away the tears that cascade down your face. You want to ensure that he does not worry, focusing instead on the joyous prospect that lies ahead.

Muzan, utterly exhausted, lays down on the floor. The shadows of unconsciousness gradually creeps up on him as he's on the edge of passing out. He's shaken up by the sudden action of you starting to ride him again "I'm sorry, I know its not exactly sexy to do the same position again but it's the only one we can do with your current state!" You gaze down at him, your eyes filled with an intense and unhealthy devotion that borders on obsession. A deranged expression manifests on your face, reflecting the depths of your distorted love for him.

Muzan is completely worn out and drained, so it doesn't take much for him to already be a blubbering mess under you. "goddamn you woman! are you trying to drain me?!" all you do is giggle in response. Muzan's eyes widen with the dawning realization that this will not be the last round, he just continues to lay down and take it.

placing his hand on your tummy as you continue to ride him all you say is "let's shoot for twins"

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A/n: its 3Am rn so sorry if this is ass but I'm exhausted and I can't tell what I'm doing

@ttt0w5 @dumblizardboi @jubilee40 @queenesther996 @scaraza @aoizaraka @lunaeclipsethesimp @nikki-11 @chuuberrysworld

@lovingyeet

Sneak Peak for Yoriichi x reader ←

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #ds #muzan #muzan kibutsuji #Kibutsuji #muzan x reader #muzan kibutsuji x reader #🍓ask are open

[flametrashiraarchive]

I'm impatient...

Here is the prologue of In Another Life. I may just wait to post the other chapters once the whole story is done.

Muzan x Reader- prologue revolves around sick human Muzan.

F!reader, some swearing, SFW (for now)

CW for reader's death (off page).

Prologue- 

Heian Era- a thousand years ago. 

One of the servants was sobbing in the kitchen again. You didn't need to ask why. Lately it had become a daily occurrence.

Your husband's doctor had been experimenting with new treatments, and each one only seemed to excel in providing a little more hope to be shattered. 

Making your way through your house, your senses became cloyed with the overpowering perfume of incense. It promised healing and protection from evil, but in a more practical way, it covered the scent of sickness. 

"Get out!" Muzan snarled from his futon as you stepped into his room. His long black hair was spilling down his back and shoulders like streaks of ink, his face pallid and covered in a sheen of sweat. "I don't want pity."

"Well, good, because I'm not here to give it to you," you said, stepping between the shattered pieces of a priceless vase littered across the floor. You'd loved that vase. It was a wedding gift. 

"Then why are you here?"

"Do I need an excuse to see my husband?"

He said nothing, but averted his eyes as you crouched at the end of his futon.

Your brow knitted when you saw the blood on the sheets. "Your hands…" 

Curling his fingers to try to cover the bleeding wounds, he made a disdainful "tch" sound and shook his head. "It's nothing."

You got up and went to fetch his wash basin and two rolls of bandages. "Well, that 'nothing' is staining the sheets–"

"To hell with the sheets." He glared at you as if daring you to challenge him. "Curse these fucking sheets. Curse this bed. Curse those good for nothing servants who tiptoe around me like their steps will shatter my body. Curse the fucking doctor and curse you too." 

It took him a moment to catch his breath; a moment where you simply looked back at him and let him get his anger out. In his position you would be angry too. Hell, you were angry. 

Finally, Muzan took a deeper breath and held out his bleeding hands, permitting you to tend to them.

Thankfully the wounds were not too severe. In fact, as you cleaned them it seemed absurd that such shallow cuts could bleed as much as they had.

Your eyes met his briefly as you bandaged his palms. "What did the vase do to anger you this time?" 

His frown lessened. "I'm just… tired of this."

"I know."

There was nothing more you could say that Muzan hadn't heard a thousand times throughout his life. Everyone was sorry. Everyone said they would pray for him. Everyone knew someone who had been cured of similar illnesses by putting a little extra ginger in their tea, or meditating daily, or taking walks, or sleeping with an onion beside their bed, or a thousand other absurd and pointless "cures."

He had never admitted it, and likely never would, but you suspected that the only reason Muzan tolerated your company was because you spoke to him like a person, instead of some delicate and unpredictable thing. 

Muzan looked down at his hands as you tied off the bandage. "Alright, your wifely fussing is done for the day. Leave me in peace."

"Absolutely not. You haven't performed a single husbandly duty in return." Brushing your thumbs across the backs of his wrists, you bowed your head and gently kissed the peaks of his knuckles.

A quiet chuckle finally emerged from him as he caresses the curvature of your cheek with his fingertips. "You only married me because you want my money."

"No, I was forced to marry you because my parents want your money."

His lips tilted into a faint smirk. "Is that so? Well, they probably won't have to wait long."

A sudden ache rose in your chest. Though the day you would have to be without him loomed ever closer, it wasn't something you were ready to confront yet. "Don't say that."

"Why not? It's the truth. Nothing that fraudulent doctor tries is working. I'm getting worse." He lowered his gaze to the sheets, and when he spoke again his voice was quiet. "Send the servants in to change these."

"The servants are cowering in the kitchen," you said, pulling the sheets from his futon and bundling them in your arms. "I'll go and wash them–"

"No." His hand on your arm halted you, his grip weak and unsteady. "Don't go. Don't… just stay a moment." 

There was a side to Muzan that he only permitted you to see. Behind the snarls and the bad temper there was a frustrated and frightened man, desperate for an end to his pain.

Before your marriage, your parents had prepared you, telling you that Muzan had no redeeming qualities besides wealth. He was rude, cruel, humorless, and he was sick. The doctors did not expect he would make it past twenty, and then you would be a wealthy young widow with enough riches to give her parents a comfortable life. You were assured you wouldn't care about his passing; Muzan was a monster and the world was better off without him.

But as you lay on the futon beside him, wrapping your arms around his fragile frame, there was only one thing you would change about your husband.

"I wish I could take this pain from you," you whispered, stroking his hair back from his brow. "I wish I could endure it for you."

He closed his eyes and relaxed into your caress. "I wouldn't want that."

While his eyes were closed, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on the crease between his eyebrows, and then another on the bridge of his nose. There was nothing monstrous about him. 

"Do you want to try to sit in the garden with me tomorrow? The flowers are all in bloom and the sunlight might do you some good– at least for your soul."

"I want to. I don't know if I'll have the strength–" 

"Then I'll carry you on my back," you smiled as the corner of his lip curled ever so slightly. 

"You would, wouldn't you? You damned stubborn headed woman." He chuckled softly, raising his hand to rest his fingers on your cheek. "When I finally face the gods and demand to know what the fuck they were thinking when they cursed me with this life, you will be their rebuttal. They'll say ah, yes Muzan, we gave you a weak body and a shit heart, but we also gave you that insane woman who refused to leave you and loved you more than you deserve to be loved."

You laughed and Muzan smiled fully for the first time that day. Lying there on the futon, surrounded by shattered porcelain, you held each other; your adoration like an island of calm amid a sea of pain.

The love between you was patient, quiet, and always whispered like a secret. Your husband's delicate fingers wrapped around yours, bringing your hand to his lips.

His breaths were gentle and warm against your skin as he kissed your fingertips. "I'm sorry I can't love you the way you deserve to be–"

"Don't. You love me in your way and I love you in mine. One day we'll be reborn and find each other again, and we'll do all the things we can't do in this life."

He hummed softly. "I doubt I'll be reborn. I'm probably going to hell."

"Then I'll go to hell with you and we'll perform unspeakable acts of passion in the flames."

He opened his eyes just enough for you to see the look of mock disdain in them. "Such a vulgar wife."

"Oh please, the filth that drips from your vicious tongue."

A smirk titled his lips. "You once said my tongue was my only redeeming feature."

"Hah, I did?"

"You did." He closed his eyes and let his lips linger on the pulse point of your wrist. "The next good day I have, I'll remind you of just how redeeming my tongue can be. You can be the one lying here helpless while your husband devours you."

This man. This terrible, wonderful man. You could love him for eons if the world would only let you. 

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The cicadas fell suddenly silent, snapping you from your sleep. It took you a moment to remember where you were, that you had fallen asleep in Muzan's arms on his futon. He had been nestled against your breast, your fingers gliding through the dark waves of his hair.

But now night pressed against the windows. You had slept through the entire evening and Muzan was no longer beside you. 

The hairs on the back of your neck prickled, the fear that something was watching you from the bottom of the bed.

And then you saw him.

Muzan stood tall, straight-backed and firm, as if illness had never curved his posture. His smile was a sickle, his once deep, dark eyes now crimson. As crimson as the blood staining his nightshirt. 

"Muzan?" 

The air pulsed with danger. Every muscle and sinew in your body tensed as your nerves fired off warnings. This was not your husband. This was something else, neither human nor beast, wearing the visage of the man you loved.

"What are you?"

Those were the last words you ever spoke.

#muzan x y/n #muzan x you #muzan x reader #lord muzan #kny muzan #muzan kibutsuji #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #kibutsuji muzan #demon slayer muzan

[akiranzee]

that uhhh thing you made a while back got me thinkin... revenge sex with muzan when married! y/n finds out her hubby is cheating~?🫠

🎭 • ° ` — “IT’S WHAT YOU DESERVE”

-> PAIRINGS: Bestfriend!Muzan x f!Y/n -> SUMMARY: Your very good best friend comforts you. -> WORD COUNT: 1.2k+ -> CONTAINS: 18+ MDNI., cheating, sex, missionary, office sex, dirty talk, kissing, caught on the act (both sides), dacryphilia, swearing, love mark, cringe nickname💀, & muzan is 25 while reader is 24. -> A/N: hi there! I hope I granted your request just as expected...? Hhe, I hope u enjoyed this!! (modern au btw <33).

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You, Y/N L/N, a petite, vivacious, and elegant young woman is married just a few months ago to a man whom you dearly loved.

But nowadays, you noticed — he always comes home late, and for some times, he doesn’t come home.

It’s odd how they say newly married couples are that of still in the “lovey-dovey” stage, whilst in your situation, it felt like long distance relationship instead.

It felt lonely. But during your husband’s absences though, your bestfriend since highschool filled in the lonely spot.

It may not be everyday, since your bestfriend — Muzan has a job, but he takes and finds the time to spend with you.

Spending time with Muzan was… filling in the lonely spot within you. Him being around your home more than your husband felt saddening, but slowly, it cured the loneliness and one-sided yearning.

Muzan, your bestfriend, may have an unlikeable personality and attitude, but you never failed to see and appreciate the good within him. A lot may point out that he’s narcissistic, prideful, mean, and such, but you paid no mind to it. Because you knew your bestfriend more than anyone, even more than his parents nor relatives.

People even say that he’s always got that grumpy look and never smile. But behind closed doors, whenever he’s with you, he’s as toothy as he can get. One time, when you wanted to buy your husband a birthday gift, you knew just the right person to call — Muzan. I mean, they’re both men, of course Muzan would know what your husband probably wants. That day, you both brought him a perfume and a watch. But in that same day, rained. Whilst walking back home, your umbrella flew away from the grasp of your hands, leaving you no choice but to run after it, whilst you being soaked in the rain. That moment, was when Muzan laughed at the pit of his stomach.

Though, the following day, left you to be bedridden with fever. It was a lose-lose situation, for you didn’t catch up to your umbrella, as it finally flew away wherever the wind brings it to, and you even ended up with a fever. Although, this makes this a lose-lose-lose situation, for not only did such bad lucks appear, your husband was not here by your side to take care of you.

He even left urgently this morning, not bothering to even make you a soup or buy you a medicine. Luckily though, you’ve got your bestfriend with you.

“And that’s why you should eat your vegetables.” Muzan harshly plapped the cold dripping towel on top of your forehead, as you let out a pained and annoyed grunt for him just to hear.

“Hmph. Whatever.” You rolled to the side, having the towel on your forehead to fall off and for Muzan to put it back on.

Muzan looked at his watch, and says, “Ah, I gotta go in 20 minutes.”

Your eyes widened as you rolled to the other side, facing him. “What… you’re leaving already? But… you just got here..” You tried to hide the already exposed pout on your face, as he sighed and stood up.

“Gotta take this call.” He says, and leaves you all alone in the bedroom. It scares you. It really does, to feel the shiver and fear of being abandoned again. Being lonely is the last thing you ever wanted. You’d rather choose to have a temporary fake friend than be a loner, because you don’t want to feel it all again.

You sniffled, having to deal with this uncontrollable fever all alone, with no one to depend on. “Well, well, good news, the meeting’s been cancelled.” You looked up at Muzan walking towards you with teary eyes as he sat back down on the bed.

“…?” You looked at him curiously, trying to keep the tears in your eyes from falling out. “Now eat this before it gets cold.” He starts to feed you, with a mushroom soup he just made on his own. Delicious was an understatement — and so is tasty or yummy. His cooking really is the best, much more better than your husband’s.

I mean, you shouldn’t go and compare their skills, but how can you ever turn a blind eye to such a skill and talent Muzan has showed? He has a cooking talent as same as of a 5-michellin-star chef.

But… the pain was still within you. The pain of how your bestfriend can find more leisure time than your husband could ever. How your bestfriend is the one always there for you when it should be your husband.

Guess it’s safe to say that… he was not the man you once knew. He’d been your boyfriend for three years, and knowing him for that long, he was not like this. For all you knew, he would’ve done everything just to be with you, to spend time with you. But he just… changed. Ever since he got that huge promotion in his office, he started acting this way. Perhaps it’s because he has gotten busy due to his promotion? Yeah, that must be it… hopefully.

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12:00PM, XeoX Inc.

You rode a cab to the office of your dear husband, bringing him his favorite dish, Japchae.

You walked towards the elevator, and clicked on the eighth floor. “TING!” The elevator reminded you that you were a few steps to seeing your beloved husband, making you walk slightly faster at the impatience. As you walked closer and closer to his office, you could hear mumbled voices. You thought he was speaking with a client, so you waited for about five minutes.

But then, you heard a glass shattering, yet the mumbled voices still continued on. Of course, meeting with a client won’t be as normal as this, right? You reached your hand to the doorknob, to reveal that it was not closed the whole entire time.

As you opened the door, and revealed the other side of it, you see two surprised faces look at you in the eyes, as you see the scene unfold before you. Your husband’s dick inside a blonde woman whose wearing a lingerie and a very red lipstick, as he fucks her on top of his desk.

You didn’t know what to feel. All you could ever feel was the rage burning within you and the sadness suffocating you. You felt breathless, as tears ran and escaped your eyes that showed your sad soul.

You dropped the dish you brought with you, and ran out of his office. You wanted to scream, slap, and throw some fucking sense into him. But you couldn’t because you were still in love with him. It’s true, that in those times where your husband was absent, your feelings slowly faded away. But that didn’t change the fact that he was your first love and husband.

Love is a confusing thing, indeed. It hurts you, yet you so desperately hold on to it.

Minutes passed, you have reached the entrance of your home. You smashed all the frames that had pictures of you and your husband, you threw your wedding ring and his things, and you sobbed helplessly in the shared bedroom of you and your husband.

You reached out for your phone, knowing just who to call.

You dialed his number, yet no answer. You tried again, but still to no avail. You put your phone down and buried your head to the pillow, screaming in it, letting out all the anguish and pain your husband has brought upon you.

Then, your phone dinged. You picked it up from the bedside desk, and saw Muzan’s text message.

muziee🫶: I’m in a meeting right now. Call you back later. muziee🫶: Sorry, accidentally clicked those automatic texts. What’s up? You: ah nvm, continue on ur meeting. sry. muziee🫶: No. I said what’s up. You: js… feeling lonely hsjhsjsjsjs muziee🫶: tell me the truth rn. You: . You: he cheated haha. muziee🫶: wru You: home. crying pathetically muziee🫶: don't move ur fucking ass from there You: what You: hello?? You: zanzan wru You: ok continue on ur meeting

And again, you placed your phone down the bedside desk and continued on with sobbing your heart out.

Not even 10 minutes later, a frantic knock and doorbell dinging was heard loudly. You grumbled, trying to figure out who it is, but that didn’t matter because you could hear Muzan screaming your name from the other side.

You opened the door, “what- Muzan? What are you doing here? I thought you-” Muzan didn’t even let you finish before he tackled you to a tight hug.

“You okay?” He asked silently. Meanwhile hearing those two words just made you break down to tears again. Pathetic how a single man can break you like this. How a single man can fool you like this. How a single man can hurt you like this.

And Muzan hated it. “I told you — he was no good for you.” Yes, he isn’t. Even Muzan foresaw that this time would come because you shouldn’t have been with that man from the start — you should’ve been with him, Muzan.

“Four years… four years for nothing…!” You buried your head under his neck, and sobbed helplessly once again.

“Shh. Those tears don’t fucking look good on you.” Muzan cupped your cheeks, and your crying face… just turned something on in him. Which shouldn’t be turned on at this kind of situation. He wiped those tears away gently, and led you to the living room, settling you on the couch.

For a few minutes, maybe even hours, which you definitely didn’t care for, the both of you stayed there, as Muzan kept you warm in his embrace.

“I want to… I want to forget him.” You suddenly said, with countless sniffles following right after.

“I’ll make you forget him.” Muzan answered, additionally saying; “if you give me consent.”

You looked up at him in shock, having an idea of what he could’ve meant, but not so sure of it. But god fucking hell. Your crying face just turned him on even more, your eyes red and swollen from crying too much, with some dry tears along your cheeks, nose red and puffy, and lips sweating. It definitely didn’t help to his already hard length. What’s more is that your right thigh is even touching it. How can you be so oblivious about this?

“I said, I will make you forget him if you give me consent. And I mean that consent.” Muzan repeated, rubbing your back with his hand that sent a thousand shivers to your brain.

Your head was completely empty. You wanted to forget everything, and move on. Which is what you’re doing now. You wrapped both your arms on his neck, and closed the painfully near gap between the both of you, while Muzan’s hands started to wander on places he shouldn’t.

The feel of his touch was soothing, if anything; the warmth that radiated from his touch comforted you. And yet it too, makes you lose your mind from the desire and temptation.

This was wrong. Really wrong. You shouldn’t let him do this — let alone your very bestfriend. But it was too late — Muzan had already skillfully inserted his tongue in your mouth, exploring and thrusting his tongue deep in your throat.

You softly moaned at the heat, whilst you hurriedly, desperately tried to unbutton his expensive top. He chuckled against your mouth, as you struggled to gain access to his well-toned, chiseled body.

Amazingly, he helped you unbutton his top, without ever breaking the kiss. You wanted to see how his body looked like, but he gave you no time as he had already pinned you beneath him, to the sofa.

It was an uncomfortable space, but pleasure overides the comfortability you so seek.

In the blink of an eye, Muzan immediately stripped off your underwear and stuck in one finger inside. You moaned at the sudden pleasure, his finger moving so skillfully, hitting spots that you never even knew existed within you.

He inserted another finger, this time, curling both his fingers up that had you arch your back too.

“Fuck, feels good, yeah?” Muzan asked as the kiss broke with your back arching, three of his fingers now completely rutted and sheathed inside you.

You wanted him to move, but he was teasing you, forcing you to put this in your own hands and move your hips towards his fingers.

There was no lube, but the wetness of your sweet pussy could be used as lube, especially with the way it made squelching sounds when Muzan thrusted his fingers inside you.

It’s not too long before you have climaxed, back arching even more at the great pleasure.

You collapsed exhaustedly, but Muzan took off everything he was wearing, “Ah-ah, no sleeping. Gotta be productive.”

And with that, Muzan immediately thrusted his hard length within you, directly hitting your womb. You moaned in sweet pleasure, “wait- WAIT- MUZ- I J-JUST CAME- WAITTTtttt~~~” You climaxed again, with your tongue and drool out, but Muzan did not stop. Especially when tears started to flow out of your eyes, it only added fuel to the fire for his speed got even more faster.

Your pussy clenched down his length again, as he leaned down and wrapped his lips on your nipple, hardened bud.

“Fuck, this bod so good, he can’t even please you.” At this moment on, you were fucking like rabbits. His mouth still attached to your hardened bud, as he left marks and traces that you are his.

You were getting sensetive, to the point that you had ejaculated three times already. But Muzan still thrusted deep within you, hitting your womb a couple more times before reaching his own climax.

You both were exhausted to the bone, especially you. Muzan kissed you on the lips as his cum painted your walls pure white, before he looked up by the door and smirked.

“It’s what you deserve.” He says, looking up at the horrified man.

“…What?” You asked, not daring to open your exhausted eyes. “I said, you deserve a man who does not treat you poorly.” Muzan answered, as he kissed your forehead, still smirking up at the man who still has a horrified expression on his pathetic face.

★ • ° ` — BONUS:

“Ah, welcome home, Muzie!” You greeted your bestfriend — now lover, as he got home from work, kissing his cheeks so lovingly.

Muzan simply chuckled, “still not over that nickname?”

“Why? Do you not like it?” You looked up at him with a pout, thinking how dare he deny such a nickname you had thought for hours and hours back then.

“No, I love it. Here,” Muzan led you to the dining room, “close your eyes, baby.” You looked at him with curious eyes, but obediently followed him.

You closed your eyes when you felt something on your neck. Your eyes opened wide immediately, when you felt a cold thing hit your warm skin.

“E-Eh? Muzan? A necklace? Again!? B-But-” You tried to look behind you, but Muzan simply said, “Hush.”

“B-But Muzie, this is like, the twentieth!” You exclaimed, having to remember the ton of gifts he always showered you every single day.

“So? It’s what you deserve.” Muzan stated simply, as he peppered soft and sweet kisses on your nape.

a/n: help idk what to feel abt this

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[nichirinpen]

Flame in his Heart

Rengoku x Reader

Part 5 (Part 4 here)

Synopsis- An arranged marriage, a horrible father-in-law and a husband who seemed content ignoring you. Can you weather the larger storm brewing? Will Kyojuro ever open up to you?

Content Warnings: AFAB reader descriptions, slow burn, mentions of alcoholism (not the reader), strangers to friends to lovers,  dark themes

~Minors DNI~

A doll. 

A statue.

Both of those described you perfectly. 

Seated at your vanity you stared at the stranger reflected back. A strong sense of deja vu churned in your veins. This scene, this anxiety, it was a never ending cycle. The reflection shifted in the mirror, a flash of exhaustion crossing her face before you were quick to fix it. 

Your hair and makeup were done immaculately, applied by your shaking hand. Susamaru had watched silently, her offer to help being shooed away with an impatient gesture. 

Despite the trembling you couldn’t seem to stop, you were able to put together an acceptable look. You were sick to your stomach with anxiety, something makeup couldn’t quite cover.

Inhaling sharply you watched your reflection do the same. The red fabric of your new gown shifted with you. It fit like a glove, almost like a second skin. You had half hoped it would have shrunk overnight, giving you a pale excuse to not attend your own party. But no, the red fabric clung to your skin gently. It draped you as perfectly as it had in the dressing room, the color so vibrant against the drab furniture of your room it almost hurt to look at. For just a moment the beauty of the dress dulled and you found yourself resembling a fresh scab. A fresh wound. 

The open wound in Shinjuro’s side.

You shifted uncomfortably, brushing at the soft sleeves of the dress as if that would brush off the thought. The stranger in the mirror looked exhausted again as you met her eyes. Exhausted but perfect, you thought bitterly. Your reflection shimmered as you stood, light reflecting off the many jewelry pieces you had adorned. Gold glittered like small stars around your throat and wrists. The many baubles felt heavy and cold against your skin, a pressing reminder of the weight of your position. Of the weight the night carried. You tapped one nail against your left earring, watching the small golden flower sway slightly. It was tempting to sit back down and spend more time trying on earrings, the plush stool calling to you with promises of more delays. 

But no.

There was nothing left for you to do but face your responsibilities. A sense of impending doom had hung over you the past 24 hours, building with each passing moment. Teetering between wanting to cry and needing to vomit had been your morning. You felt slightly numb now, the anxiety having reached a crescendo. 

With a sigh you turned from the mirror, clenching and unclenching your fists as you stared at the wooden doors of your room. Beyond it was a lavishly decorated hallway, glittering lights and ruby drapery adorning the tall walls. Susamaru had left after your refusal of her help, no doubt helping with the final preparations.

On the first floor the event set up had nearly finished, all the decorations in place. Ms. Gloria and her staff had done a good job. Even with the snide attitude thrown at you and your staff. They had pulled various furniture pieces from a basement you didn’t even know existed. Estate rooms transformed into a ballroom and multiple dining areas. The staff no doubt stood in their positions now, waiting for the first guests to arrive. You had seen the truck bringing in additional staff, all of them looking tired and miserable. They had shuffled into the estate as if they each carried the world on their shoulders. You supposed they might, especially if they were Muzan’s employees.

Pleasant smells of cooking filled the entire estate. Final meal preparations most likely being directed by Kyogai. The large man had seen through your attempts to stall for time this morning, sternly but kindly ushering you from the kitchen.

You knew Genya was outside, waiting for cars to valet for the guests. The boy had been cramming toast in his face as he hurriedly explained his duties for the night. You had only half listened, watching crumbs spray across the kitchen counter. Like you, he had been ushered from the kitchen, Enmu muttering something about ‘barbaric car boy.’ He had run to the garage to take his station, the boy seeming excited rather than nervous. 

Everything was perfect and in its place.

Except it wasn’t. 

The other guest of honor, your husband, was still nowhere to be found. Your attempts to call and text remained unanswered. The small timestamp of ‘sent’  unchanging. Your last call to him had been to ask for one of the guest rooms, a week ago. It was concerning and added to your intense anxiety. It had been nearly 2 months since you had last seen the man. At this point you didn’t care if he didn’t show, you just wanted Kyojuro to be ok. You wanted him to be alive.

Shaking off the thought, you smoothed the fabric of the dress. Your hands were warm, your heart beginning to thunder. Pulse resonating in your mind you swayed slightly, nausea welling up in your throat.

“Even if I’m alone. I’ll be ok.” The words rang hollow. The truth was you were terrified. Dealing with Shinjuro was hard enough even with your husband’s silent support. Dealing with him truly alone was a nightmare in the making.

With another heavy sigh, you quickly exited your room, making your way quickly to the main hall. With Kyojuro nowhere to be found, it was up to you to greet everyone as they arrived. 

Alone. 

Which would bring whispers and speculation. Events like this also typically had some form of media person sneak in. This would be your punishment it seemed. An anniversary party all alone. Having the shame and ridicule of upper class socialites and media schmucks rain down. You could honestly care less how Shinjuro’s friends perceived you. But you were human. And words, as much as you didn’t want them to, hurt. The nasty barbed comments and tittering laughs had a special way of wearing down your soul.

There was a small comfort with Senjuro attending. But in the early morning the boy had tearfully advised he would not show. He was terrified of his father and the small amount of confidence he had built had shattered. Teary eyed and panicked, he had broken down, sobbing on the main staircase. You had led the shaking boy back to his room, assuring him you would be fine. All the while fighting the strong urge to cry as your loneliness grew.

You nearly tripped, the action pulling you from the pit of self pity that was welling in your stomach. Clinging to the banister for a moment, you inhaled slowly, trying to squash the panic that was trying so hard to take over. Just get through the night. Without vomiting. That’s all you had to do. A few hours and you could crash in bed and let the anxiety take over. Until then, you were a perfect doll. Slipping on the next step, you gripped the banister white knuckled, trying to calm your breathing. With each jump of your heart rate, you seemed to get less coordinated and more clumsy. Gritting your teeth, you made it down three more steps without stumbling. Focusing on your breathing, you inhaled steadily, trying to calm the intense beating of your heart. You nodded at Kyogai as he hurried past you down the stairs. The butler looked stressed, a streak of flour smudged under one eye. The large man merely nodded at you as he caught your eye, expression pinched and angry. 

The staff that had been brought in was apparently not helpful. You made a small mental note to check in with each of your staff. This event and this night was asking for a lot from each of them. Even Rui was helping despite your immense protests. Kyogai had quietly pulled you aside, gently explaining that if Rui was perceived as absent, his debt would only grow. It sickened you to no end, the small flame of anger perhaps the only thing keeping you from completely giving into anxiety. 

You paused as Enmu scurried past you, the small man muttering angrily under his breath. His inky hair dusted with flour. His back, you realized as he darted down a side hall, also had a healthy amount of flour smeared on it. He was quickly followed by Nezuko, the small girl pausing to bow towards you before scurrying off. You grimaced at the trail of flour that trailed after the group, stepping around it as delicately as you could. The flour was quick to be cleaned, to your relief. Rui was close behind, pushing a vacuum nearly the same size as the boy. All three of them looked sweaty and stressed, making you wonder just what was happening in the kitchen. 

You dodged an unfamiliar woman stumbling across the main hall, her arms ladened with plates. The plates were on the verge of falling, the porcelain making a horrible grating noise as she teetered towards the kitchen. You tensed as she swayed, one foot lifting briefly before she righted herself. Once out of sight, the sound of a breaking plate echoed through the main entrance. You winced, sighing heavily as you trudged over to the main door.

Susamaru was there, adjusting a plush chair she had no doubt dragged from the parlor. You smiled at her tiredly, gratefully taking a seat. In truth you were tired, limbs shaking from the mix of anxiety and adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Sorry about earlier.” You murmured, giving Susamaru an apologetic smile. The woman shrugged, waving away the apology. She looked uncomfortable in her event uniform, the tight black dress straining to cover the woman’s impressive muscles. She tugged at the stiff white collar around her throat, grimacing as she spoke.

“Today is so fucked. Don’t worry about it.” 

You laughed at her response and nodded. Susamaru had a way of stating just what was on your mind. You both watched quietly as another one of the nameless temporary staff stumbled across the main hall. A small splat resounded as the tray holding small sweets tipped. The girl looked at the mess, then you, then the mess. She seemed at a loss for what to do next. Susamaru let out a huff of annoyance, leaning against the chair as she shook her head.

“Kyogai is going to pop a blood vessel.” She muttered, the two of you watching the man rush into the room. He snapped something at the girl, quickly cleaning the mess before rushing back down the back hall, girl in tow. 

You glanced at Susamaru, the other woman rolling her eyes as a wail of frustration echoed back down the hall. “Enmu probably got another face full of flour.” 

Chuckling you shook your head, making a note to ask her why there was so much flour being thrown in the kitchen. Your laughter died as you settled into the chair, eyes locked on the large front doors that would soon open. 

It was fucked. 

Less than 30 minutes until go time and still no Kyojuro. You would look like a fool, there would no doubt be some shitty tabloid spreading rumors of a broken marriage. It wasn’t far off from the truth. You and Kyojuro hadn’t had the time to grow close. But you had agreed to take on Shinjuro, together. 

You flinched as one of the large doors opened slightly, a pale man slipping through. He was quick to shut the door, but before it closed you could see people milling around outside. Their eyes snapped to the crack in the door before it closed, sharp gazes like wolves before a hunt. It made your heart plummet straight into the floor. Pressing your hands against your stomach, you tried to calm your breathing. In just a few moments you had to appear perfect.

The man who had entered glanced about for a moment before approaching you, extending one scarred hand. His presence was intimidating, the dark clothing making him look more like a ghost than a man. There was an odd familiarity to him however, something you couldn’t quite place. Taking his hand tentatively, you winced at the crushing grip as he shook your hand briefly. 

“Mrs. Rengoku. I am Sanemi Shinazugawa, head of security.” 

You nodded at that as you took your hand back, shaking it slightly to get the feeling back in your fingers. The introduction made sense. Genya and his brother shared the same wild gaze. Though with Sanemi it was as if the man were reading your soul. You squirmed slightly under his intense gaze, unsure of how to respond. 

Avoiding his eyes, you took in his outfit. A pitch black suit that was definitely hiding some form of weaponry. The ebony fabric shimmered slightly as he moved restlessly, the man seeming on edge. You watched as he tapped his label, the small green pin that sat there beeping quietly in response. The little device reminded you of Genya’s garage full of machinery and you suddenly remembered what the boy had said about Sanemi.

“Outside is secured, I have men stationed at all entrances.” His gaze finally shifted, snapping to follow one of the temporary staff as they jogged past. 

“If you’re here, does that mean Kyojuro is as well?” You blurted the question, hands clenching and unclenching as you stared up at him. Sanemi raised a pale eyebrow, the scars on his face rippling slightly as an emotion too quick for you to catch flitted across his face.

“I’m not sure ma’am.” The security guard looked uncomfortable, scarred hand coming up to smooth his unruly white hair.

“We parted ways about a week ago so I could prepare my men for this event.” 

You nodded stiffly, your heart back in your throat. Just what was Shinjuro planning? Sure a security detail was at nearly every event, but you had never actually seen them before. And to have the head of his son’s security detail leave his side? It had your heart in your throat, mind buzzing with horrible possibilities. 

“Why is there such a big fuss for security?” This question came from Susamaru, the woman leaning against your chair as she shot a look at Sanemi. The weight of her against your shoulder was comforting. A solid reminder that you had an ally in the house.

“We had blundering idiots delay the freaking pastry chef and rip open a bag of flour to just be sure. Whatever the fuck that means.” The woman huffed, rolling her eyes as she spoke. You raised an eyebrow, twisting to look at her. That explained why half your staff looked like they stepped into a flour tornado. 

“I’m just following orders.” Sanemi huffed, looking peeved at the questioning. You nodded at his words, deciding not to press the man further. He no doubt had knowledge of the whole Rengoku family that no one else did. But you knew whatever answers Sanemi might have would only give you more questions and anxiety. 

“I’ll be nearby all night Mrs. Rengoku.” He paused, running one hand over his face. The man looked exhausted all of a sudden, wild eyes a bit dulled. 

“If you need me, give me a signal.” He motioned aimlessly with his hands, “Tug on your right ear or something. I’ll be watching.”

Sanemi turned before you could answer, black suit shimmering slightly under the light thrown by the glittering chandelier. The opulent light made him look even paler, the man somehow easily existing as a shade among the living. You shivered at the thought, fingernails digging into your palms as you pushed away dark thoughts that threatened to spill over into your conscious. 

Sanemi turned back suddenly, glancing about before moving in close with two swift steps. You leaned back slightly, alarmed slightly by his quick actions. His wild eyes searched your face for a moment before he spoke quietly. 

“Thank you. For being kind to Genya.” 

And with that he was suddenly gone. You blinked at the empty space he had occupied, slightly stunned out of your anxious state. Glancing over your shoulder you shared a look with Susamaru, the woman having heard his comment as well. Sanemi was a tad odd, but despite his rough appearance you could see the same gentleness that Genya had shown. 

They were both a bit like big dogs. 

“It’s 5:59.” Susamaru tapped your shoulder gently, the woman throwing you a pitying look as you stood shakily. Time for the mass of people you didn’t know to swarm in. Breathing in deeply, you smoothed your dress down again. 

“Ok.” You nodded once, taking a step forward and positioning yourself squarely at the center of the main entrance. The large doors stood like silent guardians, their ornate carved surface the only thing keeping you from facing the night. Kyogai and Enmu nodded as they approached the doors. You nodded back curtly, bile rising in your throat as you swiftly waved towards the doors. Both of them now flour free, tugged the massive doors and bowed all in one swift motion. As the doors swung open they quickly vanished as the crowd of unfamiliar faces surged in.

“Darling!” A woman you had never seen before swept in, her yellow skirts practically engulfing you as she hugged you. The scent of lilac burned your nostrils, making you dizzy as you stood in her embrace. Patting her back awkwardly you offered up a shaky smile, mind reeling as you tried and failed to remember if you knew her name. It didn’t seem to matter, the woman swept past you in a yellow flurry as soon as the hug ended. The next hand was already offered, the elderly man mumbling something inaudibly before shuffling away.

For an hour you stood at the front doors, face aching and stiff with the smile you struggled to maintain. The cold night air swirled in after each guest, chilling you to the bone as you stiffly shook hands. A sea of fake smiles were thrown your way, their owners looking at you with poorly hidden pity. It practically filled the air, one woman going as far as to murmur her condolences. You took it in stride, instead focusing on the colors that passed by. Green dress, a blue suit, brown suit, then a pink dress followed closely by a mauve suit. The men and women who passed were all weighed down with fine silks and jewelry that glittered like insect wings in the main parlor light. That would have made it simpler, a party filled with glitter beetles was preferable to, whatever this was. 

Pity party extravaganza and public shaming session all in one. 

You inhaled sharply, pushing the thought from your mind. One hand pressed against your stomach, you nodded at another guest. You hoped you didn’t look as sick as you felt.

A media liaison scurried in, the small man quick to step around one irritated woman to get in front of you. Showing you a badge that meant nothing, he shot you a smirk before taking a picture. You flinched at the bright flash of light, blinking rapidly to clear your vision. The man shot you a larger smirk, reaching out with a small microphone. 

“So where is Mr. Rengoku tonight? Couldn’t be bothered to show?” The man’s voice was like grease in your ears. You physically recoiled, a smile slipping into a look of disgust.

“Excuse me?” You sputtered, taking a step back to avoid the microphone he jabbed towards your face. The man seemed oblivious to your discomfort or didn’t care. Most likely the latter, as he took another step forward, jabbing the device forward again. 

Susamaru, blessedly, had remained plastered to your side. Tucked just a step behind you, the other woman stepped forward, swatting the man’s hand away. The man squeaked, fumbling as he nearly dropped the device.

“Mrs. Rengoku has GUESTS to attend to. MOVE IT.” Susamaru’s voice was harsh, her tone leaving no room for argument. You watched, gratefully, as the greasy little man scurried off, muttering under his breath. 

With him gone the stream of guests continued, slowly thinning as each hour progressed. It was less suffocating now, the night air on full blast. You shivered, shaking your head at Susamaru’s offering of a shawl. 

Finally the last guest entered and for a moment your heart leapt at the sight of golden fiery hair. But it quickly plummeted at the man’s stubbled face already red from drinking. Your face, stiff from smiling, nearly fell at the sight of your father-in-law. Or rather it was the sight of JUST him. Kyojuro was nowhere to be seen. You braced yourself for his ridicule, knowing full well he had taken in the fact that you were not wearing the dress he had provided. His fiery eyes swept over your form, one thick eyebrow twitching. It was the only indication of his ire. The man swayed, his slate gray suit slightly askew. He pawed at one pocket, tucking a small flask away.

“Hello Daughter-in-law.” Shinjuro slurred, stumbling slightly as he crossed the threshold. You murmured a welcome, taking the man by the elbow as one of his loafered feet slid on the polish floor. As much as you hated the man, you weren’t about to let the media sink their teeth into anything that could be used to slander your image. As Kyogai closed the door, you caught a glimpse of camera flashes, the media milling outside no doubt on their way to figure out how to get close to the estate windows. You made a mental note to ask Sanemi later how the little greasy man from earlier had made it in.

“I have a surprise for you.” Shinjuro murmured, his wet breath tickling your ear as you walked. You suppressed a shudder, trying not to show your disgust. The man stunk of liquor, nearly his full weight pressing against you as the two of you stumbled from the main entrance. 

“You.” He burped, “You will be so pleased. It's JUST what you deserve.”

Humming in response, you tugged him forward into the event hall. You didn’t have the time nor the energy to ponder what the hidden threat was. Just had to get through tonight and smile through the humiliation. 

Shinjuro’s foot slipped and you let out a small gasp of shock as the two of you teetered, nearly falling. Luckily Enmu had appeared out of nowhere, the smaller man barely hiding his disgust as he took Shinjuro’s other arm. You nodded a thank you at the man, the two of you managing to pull Shinjuro towards the heart of the event.

“Where is Kyojuro?” You asked quietly. The question had been timed perfectly as you drew closer to the other guests. At your side, Shinjuro tensed, the man shooting an intense glare at you. All traces of the drunken fool from just moments before disappeared and for a moment you were staring at a very sober and seething Shinjuro. His expression calmed quickly however, a smirk sliding across his face. You did not like the smirk. It was an expression you had never seen from the man and it carried a deep sense of just being wrong. Something was just wrong.

“That’s my surprise.” Shinjuro hiccuped, peeling away from you with a snort. You watched, feeling small and helpless. The older man weaved through the crowd, his stumbling steps drawing the attention of those around him. They were his guests however and as such, his drunken stupor was treated as it always was. Tittering laughs and indulgent smiles filled the air around the man. He was in his element, red face plastered with a shit eating grin.

“I can put laxatives in his drink.” 

You whipped your head around to stare at Enmu in surprise. The small man was wiping the shoulder Shinjuro had been leaning on with a scowl. As if he had been tainted in some way.

“Do you want to clean up a drunk man’s diarrhea in a crowd of pissed off rich people?”

Enmu hummed and sighed, “I suppose you’re right.” He shrugged and scurried off. You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes. As much as you loved them, you had to wonder just where Muzan had found the current members of your staff. All of them seemed to have an odd eagerness for revenge, regardless of the recipient. Though you couldn’t blame them, being around Shinjuro’s crowd was enough to drive you mad as well.

You watched the man in question weave through the crowd. He already had a brandy in one hand and a gin in the other. The liquid sloshed about, getting more on him and other guests then in his mouth. Given how he looked earlier, you wonder just how much of the drunken fool was an act. The look in his eyes earlier was too clear, the distaste and disgust too strong. Shinjuro glanced over, catching your eye as he leaned against a chuckling woman. He smirked again, raising one of the glasses he held towards you before tossing it back. Again the feeling of something being very wrong filled you. It was suffocating, filling your throat like bile.

You tugged at your right ear.

“What do you need?” Sanemi was like a shadow, sidling up to you without sound. He kept his voice low, the man just barely out of sight in the corner of your vision. You kept your eyes on Shinjuro, trying to keep your voice as steady as you could.

The panic within your stomach was all consuming, an acidic wash that chewed away at you with each passing moment. It was all you could do to not let it take over. Your hands shook as you took a breath and you pressed them together, trying to maintain your perfect image.

“Please find my husband.” Your voice cracked slightly on the last word. Sanemi was silent for a moment, then sighed quietly and left. 

Shinjuro wouldn’t hurt his son. It was something that made no logical sense. And yet, you found yourself terrified that something happened to him. Shinjuro liked being in control and the two of you had shifted that dynamic for just a few moments. 

You winced, releasing your fists that you didn’t realize had clenched. Angry red crescents were pressed into your palms, the flesh aching. Deep breath in and then out. You were a guest of honor and currently the only one in attendance. Spending the night in a corner fretting would do nothing for you but tarnish your image.

When did it become so important? You wandered to a nearby waiter, snagging a champagne glass from his tray. Why do I even care? 

The drink was like ash in your mouth, tasteless bubbles that slid down your throat like water. You sipped it all the same, slowly drifting from one cluster of guests to the next. Faces blurred together, their radiant smiles and judging eyes all the same in your mind. They offered congratulations and barbed words that didn’t quite hide the fact that ALL of them were aware of Kyojuro’s absence. It was like an odd social wound, the space where his loud personality normally occupied now a deafening silence. Just a few months ago you wouldn’t have missed it. Maybe you would have even welcomed it. But now, you felt entirely alone, surrounded by a crowd of insincerity. 

You allowed yourself to stand alone for a moment. Taking a small hors d’oeuvre offered by Nezuko with a sad smile. As you ate the small odd treat you again scanned the room, once again failing to find Kyojuro. Tugging on your ear again did nothing, Sanemi still on his search no doubt. You were alone in a sea of drunken, laughing fools.

The red and yellow decorations that had felt like a victory now felt as though you were literally in hell. The flaming banners and gaudy streamers were a burning reminder of the yellow and red that was missing.

A hand slipped into yours and you flinched. Looking to your right you were surprised to see Senjuro. The boy’s eyes were red and puffy from crying. He gave you a watery smile, tightening his grip for just a moment in a reassuring squeeze. 

“What are you doing here?” You whispered, shifting so you stood in front of him. Darting a look over your shoulder, you confirmed that Shinjuro hadn’t seen him. The older man was busy laughing it up with another set of guests. The lot of them looking like a pack of overdressed hyenas.

“Sanemi asked about my brother and I realized you were all alone down here.” He spoke in hushed tones, waving his free hand at the gaudy decorations. “Kyojuro wouldn’t want this. He would never have left you alone.”

You nodded slowly, the worry in your stomach twisting sharply. Senjuro seemed just as worried as you were. His hand was clammy in yours, shaking slightly in your grip. The boy looked nice despite his down mood, the suit he wore was a warm orange. Combined with his hair, Senjuro looked a bit like an autumn leaf. 

“Your father will see you.” Pausing you bit your bottom lip, glancing over your shoulder again, “He’s in an odd mood.” 

You weren’t sure how best to describe the way Shinjuro was acting. All you knew was he was up to something. Senjuro squeezed your hand again, his watery smile shaking at the corners.

“I’ll be ok.” The teen did not sound ok. But you couldn’t shield him the whole night, it was only a matter of minutes before some guest brought the whole room's attention to him.

“Alright.” You let out a sigh, “Just please, stick close.”

You were worried about leaving the boy alone for too long. He was so timid and fragile, like a little golden mouse. 

Senjuro nodded at you, taking a deep breath and stepping around you. 

Almost immediately his presence was noted. A woman, one you were fairly certain offered you condolences, let out a surprised laugh.

“Oh I thought Kyojuro had finally arrived!” She tittered, sweeping over in a flurry of blue skirts. Senjuro offered a small greeting, apparently knowing who the woman was. He had gone slightly pale, face looking slightly panicked as other guests closed in. You stayed one step behind him, craning your neck to look over their shoulders. Shinjuro had gone a deep red, his eyes locked on his younger son. You winced as the glass in his hand shattered, the man unflinching as Kyogai quickly attempted to clean the mess.

Shinjuro was furious. His gaze flicked from Senjuro to you, sending a chill through you. He looked murderous, blood dripping from his fingers onto the shining marble floor. Shinjuro turned from you, pushing through the cluster around him. Not the reaction you expected at all and based on the look of pure fear Senjuro shot you, not what he expected either.

You offered a faint smile to the one tittering woman who took your arm and nodded at whatever it was she was chattering about. The room felt like it was spinning, the air too thick to breathe. For just a moment you thought you might pass out. But the fear passed, almost as quickly as it had come.

Another hour passed, then two with Shinjuro blatantly avoiding his youngest son. The teen looked torn between relief and absolute dejection. You did your best to stay near him, listening quietly to the mind numbing conversations about internships. Senjuro was apparently a prime target for the more business minded in the room. A Rengoku seemed to be a prize, the boy stuffing multiple business cards into his suit pocket. He looked miserable and your heart ached for him, not knowing how to pull the conversation in a different direction. If you even could, each time you added to the conversation, a ripple of pity moved through the crowd. It pissed you off immensely, the simpering sad smiles and limp pats to your arm. They were treating you like a kicked dog.

To your relief, Kyogai soon reappeared, ringing a small silver bell sharply. The high noise cut through the buzz of conversation, halting the entire room.

“Dinner is served.” The large man announced tersely, bowing at the waist before walking into the next room. 

Slowly, the guests trickled into the dinning room. They moved as the upper crust of society always did, slowly at their own pace. The group around you detached themselves with murmurs of interest as smells began wafting in. Your stomach grumbled slightly, reminding you of the fact that you had not eaten anything yet today. Taking Senjuro’s hand, you followed slowly, nodding to Kyogai as you passed him. The tall man offered a small smile, motioning towards your table. 

Per Ms. Gloria’s plan, rather than long banquet tables, smaller tables were set up. A more ‘intimate’ setting it had been pitched as. But now that the night was actually here, you could tell it was part of Shinjuro’s plan. The main table, decorated in gold and crimson with a gaudy ‘1’ was empty. It held two chairs, meant for you and Kyojuro to sit and be the literal center of the event. 

You sat, looking out at the many tables that had been set up. People sat in clusters of 5, all filled except for yours. You sat alone, feeling as though the entire room was watching. Because they were, small glances here and there thrown over shoulders. The room was a buzz with conversation, all of it no doubt leading back to the fact that you were very much alone.

“Uh. Can I sit here?” Senjuro quietly motioned to the empty seat next to you. For a moment you merely stared at him, mind going blank as your anxiety swelled. Then you nodded, the action clearing your head slightly.

“Yes. Please.” You smiled at the teen, trying not to let your voice quiver. It wasn’t until this moment that you had been forced to face the truth. That despite the months of being ignored, the months of being a doll. You had grown fond of Kyojuro. A fondness that had grown the night he had held you as you wept. You loved Kyojuro Rengoku and his absence on this night was a knife in your heart. It shouldn’t have hurt you. You shouldn’t let it hurt you. And yet here you were, fighting back tears as your small brother-in-law awkwardly patted your thigh under the table. 

You watched quietly as food was served. Like the decorations, everything was impressive. Gleaming plates held food that looked straight out of a magazine. Each dish had been crafted with care and for a moment it overshadowed your anxiety. You were proud of your staff and the effort they had put in. 

Even if it was all for nothing.

You pushed your food about, taking small bites here and there as you scanned the room. Shinjuro had reappeared, only two tables away. Ruddy faced and suit rumbled, he was laughing, the barking noise carrying above the hum of conversation. You flinched with each new swell of laughter, the noise feeling like a pointed attack. 

“I wish he would shut up.” You looked at Senjuro in surprise, the small teen shrugging angrily at his plate. He too was pushing his food about, the fancy noodles that had been served almost a paste on his plate. 

“He’s the reason Kyojuro isn’t here.” Senjuro huffed, motioning towards his father, “He’s punishing the both of you and for what? His ego?”

You weren’t sure how to answer that. Senjuro was right, the teen was a lot more observant than you had given him credit for. You shuddered slightly at the realization, the poor kid did have to live with Shinjuro at one point.

You ate almost nothing. Each dish was whisked away and replaced until finally dessert was brought out. You swallowed a grimace as Kyogai and Enmu pushed out a large cart. It was ladened with a large cake, the bright pastry reminiscent of your wedding cake. A sour memory and one you would have loved to remedy by cutting a new one with Kyojuro. 

You settled for letting Kyogai cut and distribute the cake, shaking your head at his offerance of the knife. Shinjuro frowned at that, finally showing one of his normal reactions. It almost made you relax, waiting for the howling and screaming. But he paused, settling back into his chair with narrowed eyes. Again the sensation of something being wrong overwhelmed you. 

The cake was sweet. A simple buttercream icing and fresh strawberries making for a delicious treat. It was an odd little high point in the evening. You allowed yourself this moment, enjoying the small slice as slowly as you could. Senjuro seemed to agree, the boy flashing you a genuine smile for the first time that night, a smudge of icing on his nose. You laughed behind one hand, motioning at him with a napkin. He flushed, taking it and quickly wiping his nose.

“I’m glad we at least have this cake.” You chuckled, taking the final bite and savoring the last of the sweetness as it lingered on your tongue. It was much too fleeting, but that was the way of things in the Rengoku household.

“Ladies! And Gentlemen.” 

You jerked your gaze up, heart skipping a beat as Shinjuro spoke. The man was standing, one glass raised high in your direction. His crimson eyes locked onto you, the man’s smirk had transformed into something much crueler. 

“Before we get back to the excellent liquor and conversation. First a Toast!” 

You sat stone still, the cake now a lump in your stomach. It was as if he had known to wait until after the single enjoyable moment of the night. Shinjuro was a devil in his own right. Spinning a web of pain for his own amusement. 

Beneath the table, Senjuro took your hand, the boy shaking again. The both of you watched quietly, waiting for the hammer to finally fall.

“Daughter-in-law.” Shinjuro hiccuped, jerking the glass upwards again. The drink inside sloshed about, a few droplets splattering the marble in front of him. He paid no mind, only slipping slightly as he took a step towards you.

“I know you have been alone. So alone.” He jeered, swaying on the spot. You grit your teeth, willing your face to remain impassive. Showing weakness now would just add on to whatever punishment he was about to dole out.

Somewhere to your right, you faintly registered a bright flash. The media rat that had been let in no doubt trying to capture this ‘heartwarming’ moment. Senjuro’s grip tightened, the boy letting out a low breath through his nose.

“So how do I fix this? My poor daughter-in-law?” It was a rhetorical question. Shinjuro  had no need for whatever answer you could drum up. Not that you had one, your mind was blank, a high pitch whine resonating in your ears. 

“A baby.” Shinjuro giggled, almost maniacally. You blinked, brow furrowing as you took in what he said. A baby? What in the hell was he talking about? You weren’t pregnant, you hadn’t even had sex with Kyojuro yet. And adoption wasn’t something you had ever discussed. Although, if you thought about it, Genya and Senjuro had become adopted kids in a way. More in a little brother sense.

“And.” Shinjuro burped, the noise wet and disgusting. You noted several ladies wrinkle their noses, unable to keep up their usual facade. 

“I know my poor son is uninterested in you…..” He paused, motioning vaguely at you, “Your body.” 

You physicalled recoiled, head jerking back as if you had been hit. Again, it shouldn’t have hurt you. But his words cut deep. You felt your cheeks grow warm, flushing in a mixture of embarrassment and shame. A low murmur rippled through the guests, many of them sharing confused looks. But all of them looked on avidly, eyes glittering as they took in the spectacle. You blinked rapidly, trying not to let the tears that danced in the corner of your eyes fall.

Shinjuro words were cutting deep, much deeper than you thought they would. You had seen this coming. Or at least a version of it. Insults, being degraded. You could handle this. 

“So.” Shinjuro threw up jazz hands, the rest of his drink sloshing right onto the floor. “Happy Anniversary dear. I’ve sent you a surrogate.” 

You blinked, mouth parting slightly in shock. A Surrogate? That wasn’t something you had EVER expected the man to say. And it pulled you from the well of hurt bubbling in your chest. 

“Rather. I sent Kyojuro the surrogate.” Shinjuro chuckled, his face somehow a deeper red, “I suspect that’s why he’s not here.”

You felt all of the blood drain from your face as a burning rage surged through your chest. The edges of your vision blurred slightly and all you could see was Shinjuro and his smug face. 

This was it. This was his surprise. 

For a moment you considered leaping across the table and decking the man. But a soft yelp from Senjuro snapped you from that thought. You realized quickly that you had gripped his hand too tight, letting go as you stood.

“Thank you Shinjuro. Always the thoughtful Father-in-law” The words were like lead, barely making it from your throat as you shot him a faint smile. His smirk faltered slightly, the man glancing at the media rat who had scurried up, then back at you. 

Ah.

That was his true plan. Have you break down and catch it all on film. You smiled, motioning with one hand. Nezuko sidled up, the nearest staff member to catch your gesture. 

“Nezuko, be a dear and escort….” You squinted at the greasy man, finally noting his name tag, “Escort Mr. Gyokko outside.”

Nezuko saluted you with gusto, taking the man’s arm and hurrying from the room. She must’ve had an iron grip, the man wincing and whining as he was dragged from the room. You shifted your attention to Shinjuro, inhaling deeply as you tried to think of the best way to handle him. The drunk swayed brow furrowed as he opened and closed his mouth, words failing him.

Blessedly, it seemed he would take care of himself. The man had turned a sickly color, one hand pressed to his mouth as he glared at you. Turning slightly, you motioned to Enmu, the small man giving you a look of pure annoyance as he shuffled over.

“I think Mr. Rengoku needs some water and maybe some time alone in a parlor.” 

Enmu nodded, draping one of Shinjuro’s arm over his shoulder. The drunken man let out a noise of irritation, gritting his teeth as he spit at you.

Stepping back out of spitting range, you gently smoothed your dress. Giving him what you hoped was a regal and not at all anxious look, you sighed again.

“Shinjuro, perhaps your little outbursts would work better if you weren’t absolutely hammered.” 

The man actually flinched, his nostrils flaring as he swelled to his full height. Beside him, Enmu let out a squawk, trying and failing to remove the man’s arm from him. Your father-in-law had a death grip on the smaller man’s shoulder, free hand pointing jerkily in your direction.

“YOU BITCH!! I AM! YOU ARE! YOU!” Shinjuro sputtered, his face going pale. You watched as he stuttered, unable to form a sentence. Taking another step, you turned not watching him as you walked away. The man let out a lame howl and then retched. You winced as Enmu let out an indignant howl. 

Just lovely. Putting on your best smile, you ushered out the few people who had stayed to gawk. Assuring them that Shinjuro was fine and that the festivities should continue.

You drifted through the crowd, touching your right ear from time to time. But Sanemi had yet to appear. Senjuro appeared more relaxed with his father out of commission, the boy actually seeming to have some fun.

The night progressed on, nearing midnight. You had sequestered yourself in one of the few armchairs left in the room. The plush fabric cocooned you and kept you grounded. Your foot tapped lightly against the cold floor, your ruby heel pinching at your toes uncomfortably. Susamaru had been by a few times, the woman passing you drinks and small nibbles of food. You were grateful for it, eyes locked on Shinjuro as he stumbled about. 

He had reappeared like a ghoul. The man was at ease, way too at ease. There was no anger. You hoped that it was because he had vomited up all of his nastiness, but you knew that wasn’t the case.

He was cheerful and calm. It was incredibly unsettling. He was aware you were watching him as well, the old drunk flashing you that smirk every now and then. It made your skin crawl. He seemed to think he had won. 

And, perhaps he had. Kyojuro had no reason to be loyal to you. 

The truth of the matter was despite being married for a year, you had no idea who the other person was. Perfect strangers in a marriage of convenience. He had no reason to deny his father’s gift. As twisted as it was. 

You wanted to vomit.

“His flight was delayed.” You nearly jumped out of your skin as Sanemi spoke in your ear. The man stood just behind your chair, leaning over to speak. You caught his eye, expression questioning at his sudden and strange answer. Sanemi was drenched you realized, his pale hair plastered to his face. It was only his head and shoulders that were wet, like someone had thrown water in his face. The man looked miserable, not acknowledging your look of concern. 

“He’s just arriving now.” Sanemi nodded towards the main hall. Your heart leapt as you jolted upright, waving of Susamaru as she sidled up to you. Skirt clenched in your right hand, you hurried as quickly as you could to the main hall. Senjuro must’ve seen your wild lurch forward, the boy suddenly at your side, his eyes wide and worried. He grabbed your elbow, allowing you to tug him through the crowd.

Shoving through the crowd, you muttered apologies as you stepped on feet and dress hems. The less than polite movements got you a few raised eyebrows and muttered insults. You ignored them, eyes locked on the hall to the main entrance. Shinjuro was one you passed, the old man laughing quietly as you passed. You ignored the man, only wincing as Senjuro’s grip tightened for a moment as you both practically slid into the main entrance. The large doors were already open and you felt your heart leap as a familiar head of fiery hair came into view. He was alive!

Kyojuro looked tired. His hair was slightly frazzled, not up in a partial ponytail as it usually was. Strands of hair were slicked to his forehead, sweaty brow gleaming slightly in the bright light. The light gray suit he wore was just as much of a mess. It was stained across one pant leg and the right sleeve had a tear. Kyojuro’s chest was also mostly exposed, the buttons sloppily undone nearly to his navel, the white fabric stained a splotchy red. It was as if he had been in the suit for hours. You noted that one of his black dress shoes was untied, the tangled laces dragging lamely behind him. 

He looked terrible.

You rushed over, unable to keep yourself composed. It worried you to see him so out of it. Reaching out you gently touched his face, wincing at the intense heat rolling off his skin. 

Kyojuro looked down at you, his pupils were large. Too large given the amount of light in the main hall. You frowned as he swayed, merely blinking at you. He also had bags under his eyes, almost looking like full on bruises they were so dark.

Was he….You leaned in close, taking his left hand in yours. Kyojuro’s skin was clammy and as you slid your fingers under the cuff of his shirt, you could feel his pulse going a mile a minute. He blinked slowly, his free hand clumsily patting you on the shoulder as he offered a shaking smile. You stared up at him, mind racing as you took in a line of sweat trailing down his temple. His chest was also dewy, toned muscles shining with a layer of sweat.

“ ‘Mmmmm home.” His words were slurred, falling from his lips like clumps of wool. You felt the blood drain from your face as you put it all together. Behind you Senjuro let out a small gasp, the hand on your elbow lifting as he reached out to help his swaying brother.

Kyojuro was drugged. The thought shot through your mind like a knife. Twisting into your brain and freezing you on the spot.

“Um, exCUSE me.” A shrill voice pulled your attention from your husband. Beside him was Kana, the assistant smirking as she draped herself around his right arm. Kyojuro grunted, trying and failing to pull himself from her grip. The shift in weight made him sway harder, the man pulling his hand from yours to press it tightly across his mouth. Senjuro let out another indignant noise, the teen stepping forward with a furrowed brow. He looked furious, cheeks dusted red as he glared at Kana.

“Ro ro and I were in the middle of something.” She shot you a smug look, glee practically dancing across her face. Kana shimmied her rear like an odd duck, the woman apparently unable to physically contain her smug happiness. Her dress was uncomfortably close to letting her breasts spill out, the small silver straps sliding down her arms as she chortled.

“Good for you.” You motioned behind you, knowing without looking that any number of your staff was behind you. It was Susamaru who stepped forward, the woman intentionally flexing as she did so. A part of you died a little inside as the seams of her sleeves just popped, the woman’s muscles finally free.

“Escort Kyojuro upstairs. Please” You stepped slightly to the side, holding in your urge to scream and spit at the currently whining Kana. There was a crowd gathering, not so subtly watching the scene as they pretended to leave. You were slightly grateful, having most of them gathered on the lawn would make it easier to usher the rest out. But a crowd was not something you wanted when confronting Kana. 

From the corner of your eye, you noted Shinjuro, the man smirking into his glass. This was his cherry on top, a scene. Part of you wanted to entertain him, grab Kana by the hair and lug her down the front stairs. If your face wouldn’t end up on a tabloid you might have seriously considered it. But the sight of Gyokko was a reminder that everything would end up as a headline if you weren’t careful. If you and Kyojuro were going to have any chance to dismantle the old drunk’s empire, you needed to have allies. You needed to have a stellar reputation.

When did it become a silent race to destroy the other? You wondered bitterly. Turning just so, you got the old man out of your line of sight. He had started it. With the rules and nastiness. You thought, glancing over at Senjuro. Up until a week ago you had no idea the boy existed. It was a sick and twisted world you had been swept into. If they wanted you to play by their rules, then you would use them to drag Shinjuro down.

“Stooooop!” Kana wailed as Susamaru wrestled her off of Kyojuro. The head maid looked outright disgusted, her dark gaze meeting yours. She had caught on to Kyojuro’s odd state as well. 

“Should I call a physician?” Her question was loud and pointed. You nodded, turning and locking eyes with a red faced Shinjuro. His own composure was slipping and for just a moment, he looked concerned. You tore your gaze from him, choosing instead to throw Kana your most regal glare. 

Susamaru exited, Kyojuro nearly being carried by the woman upstairs. Senjuro followed behind her, the boy fretting quietly over his brother. You waited until they had made it successfully up a flight, then tugged your right ear. Sanemi appeared, slightly less wet. He openly glared at Kana, the corner of his lip curling. 

“Hold her.” You turned, not waiting to watch as he stepped forward. She was whining again, high voice like a knife in your head. Ignoring it to the best of your ability, you clapped once, the sharp sound ringing across the main hall. The murmur that had broken out stopped, the sea of strangers watching you avidly. It was as if for just a moment you were surrounded by well dressed wolves. Their gazes locked on you, watching for the first sign of weakness. 

“Apologies.” You forced a sad smile, hoping it was somewhat believable. The rage in our stomach was building at such a fast pace that it was all you could do to not throttle Shinjuro and Kana. Pressing your hands against your stomach, you allowed yourself a glance up the stairs, confirming that Kyojuro had made it up to the third floor.

“The festivities must end early I’m afraid. Thank you all for coming.” You paused as a murmur of shock and irritation rippled through the gathering. Bowing at the waist, you gave it a moment before straightening. “My husband is unwell and I must attend to him.”

That seemed to spur on at least those who had sympathized with you. They drifted from the estate at their leisure, the whisperings behind cupped hands like the hissing of snakes. The rest were ushered out by Kyogai and Nezuko, the duo incredibly efficient at herding drunk socialites.

When the estate doors were finally shut you almost cried from the intense sense of relief. Shinjuro had unfortunately stayed, the man sitting on the bottom step as he watched you. His eyes were sharp again, the drunken stupor shaken off as if it were nothing. 

You decided to ignore him, turning back to Kana. She was squirming in Sanemi’s hold, the man looking incredibly vexed as he held on to one arm.

“I WAS THE GIFT!” She screeched, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. You ignored the statement and the odd pang of jealousy it caused, stepping closer to the woman. She wriggled angrily, stomping her feet like a child and shrieking wordlessly.

“You are Kyojuro’s assistant Kana.” You reached out with one finger, sliding the strap of her dress back onto her shoulder. She actually snapped at you, teeth clacking together with a horrid noise as she bit the air in your direction.

“NO!” 

Sanemi looked about ready to snap, the pale man huffing as he held her at arm's length. You waited as she shrieked again, feeling oddly calm. The rage had fizzled out, something about her child like behavior had watered down your anger. 

Glancing over your shoulder, you noted that Shinjuro was still staring, focused not on you but rather on Kana. For once his look of outrage was not focused on you. It was odd and again you felt as though something was wrong.

“I told you to leave us be!” Kana hissed at Sanemi. The man rolled his eyes, his grip on her upper arm unyielding. 

“Mr. Rengoku’s safety is my only concern.” Sanemi huffed, his wild eyes sliding to you. 

“Kana, did you drug Kyojuro?” There was no point in beating around the bush. The woman was clearly pissed off and slightly tipsy. Her face flushed red at the question, one strand of hair falling infront of her eyes. 

“I’m the surrogate.” She sniffed, flicking her head back in an odd show of pride. Her hair slid back into her face, ruining whatever air she was putting on.

You had figured as much given her behavior and the conniving nature of your father-in-law. The few times you’d met her, the woman practically spent her days drooling over Kyojuro.

“Answer my question Kana.” You snapped, finally allowing anger to bleed into your voice. She looked slightly stunned at your tone, scowling in response.

“I know him better than you.” She lifted her chin, jutting it out defiantly. As true as that might be, it didn’t matter. Of course she knew him better, she worked with him. She had definitely spent more time with Kyojuro than you. The thought brought back the unwanted feeling of jealousy. Squashing it, you shifted, allowing a scowl to settle on your face.

“Kana. I will call the police.” You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. It was something you had toyed with time and time again after each of Shinjuro’s little wild outbursts. He had law enforcement in his wallet, something that went without saying. Kana, however, did not have the same luxury. Your words seemed to strike a nerve with the woman, her eyes rolling wildly in irritation.

“You’re just mad I’m hotter than you.” Kana quipped, giving you a ‘I got you’ look. It almost made you laugh. Almost. Your rage was swelling again, hand clenching into tight fists at your side. 

“Who gave you the drug?” You shifted tactics, knowing full well she would never admit to the act. Kana might be smart enough to not admit to a crime, but not smart enough to get any sort of illicit substance on her own. At least not for cheap, the other woman alway dressed in designer wear. You had seen her type in college, paying triple the price for small amounts of weed.

Kana huffed, trying and failing again to wriggle her arm away from Sanemi. You waited, knowing full well it was Shinjuro who had orchestrated the entire ordeal. 

The other woman squirmed under your intense gaze, her face going slightly pale as she avoided looking at you. Would she give up her employer? Sure Kyojuro was technically her boss, but as it stood, Shinjuro owned the company. What he said goes, even if it was stupid and dangerous. 

Kana mumbled something, her voice too low for you to catch. Sanemi caught it however, eyes going wide as his look of disgust deepened.

“WHAT did you say?” He snarled, shaking her roughly. Kana hiccuped tearfully, trying again to peel the man’s hand off her arm. You took a step forward, placing your hand on Sanemi’s, nodding at him to let her go. He did so, the woman rubbing at the red handprint as she stumbled back. 

“I said. Mr. Muzan gave it to me.” She shrugged lamely, not looking up from the floor. “To help Ro Ro be more open to me.” 

You swallowed the wave of disgust that washed over you. The admission had stunned you into a partial silence. How could you handle this?

Muzan, from the very little you knew about him, was dangerous. He seemed to view people as products to do his bidding. Would the word of one tipsy assistant do anything against his social standing?

Of Course not. Kana would take the fall. You actually felt a smidge of pity for the other woman. Caught like you in the web of games spun by nasty men who had no regards for your lives. That feeling was fleeting however, as Kana seemed to suffer from foot in mouth disease. 

“It seemed easier than my plan to get him drunk.” 

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at her words. “Sanemi, call the police.” 

Kana shrieked at this, apologies and protests bubbling up behind more tears. She flopped to the floor as Sanemi grabbed for her. You watched aghast, as she kicked at him, scooting backwards on the floor like a crab. Her words devolved into wordless noises of outrage as Sanemi pulled her from the floor. 

“NO!” She howled as he lugged her towards the front doors, feet scrambling to gain purchase on the floor. Her face had turned a deep shade of red, teeth bared like a wild animal as she twisted in his grasp.

“Restraining order?” Sanemi grunted, wincing as the top of her head collided with his chin. You nodded wordlessly, stepping back as he tugged the main doors open.

The reporters were still there of course. Gyokko front and center with his camera as Sanemi stepped outside. As the door swung shut, you could see microphones being shoved in Kana’s face, no doubt asking for a comment. Something you knew she would happily give.

Turning away from the doors, you made your way to the stairs, climbing up past Shinjuro before pausing. He was still sitting, silent and oddly sober on the first step. At your movements stopping, he looked up at you, face tired.

“I hope this was worth it.” You watched for a moment as something new crawled across his face. It was a look akin to regret and shame, twisting his face and somehow, making him look younger. Shinjuro bowed his head, one shaking hand coming up to press against his eyes. You turned, not wanting to give him any more of your time and ascended the stairs.

Each step towards your room felt like a step through molasses. It took entirely too long for you to make it to the ornate doors that you had not wanted to leave earlier in the day. Susamaru stood guard outside, her ripped sleeves half heartedly tucked in the waistband of her apron. 

“He’s resting.” She jerked her head at the door, face grim. “I’ve seen that shit before. At Muzan’s clubs.” 

You waited as she paused, the other woman’s face contorting slightly before she reigned in the emotion that she had been battling. She had never really gone into the work she had been doing before the estate. But whatever memory had swam to the surface was clearly a bitter one.

“It messes with your mind, destroys boundaries and your sense of time.” She shook her head, taking a deep breath as she stepped away from the door. “He just has to ride it out. There’s nothing we can give him to counteract it.” 

Your heart squeezed at that, sinking to the pit of your stomach as you placed your hand on the doorknob.

“Nothing the physician can do?” You watched her face twist slightly at the question. She knew more than she was letting on.

“What is it?” Your voice was soft and uncertain. The pit in your stomach seemed to deepen at Susamaru’s look of pure empathy, the emotion so out of place on her. You weren’t sure you actually wanted to know what it was. 

“He calls it Blood Art, a nasty little red pill.” She shook her head in disgust, “Whatever it is, his chemist is the only one who can make it.”

“Will Kyojuro be ok?” You placed a hand against your stomach, trying to battle the intense wave of worry and disgust that swelled in your throat. Susamaru shrugged, her expression becoming grim. 

“Usually yes. The physician seemed to think so” Her eyes didn’t quite meet yours, the strong woman suddenly looking small and uncertain. “But, there have been some who have died from large doses of it.” 

Your heart dropped through the floor and you swayed for a moment before regaining your balance. There was no telling how much of the drug Kana has given him. And you highly doubted the dirty looks Sanemi was no doubt throwing her currently would drag it out. 

Way to kill your eldest son Shinjuro. You thought bitterly, nodding once to Susamaru’s request to retire for the day. 

Entering your bedroom, you were surprised to see Senjuro. The boy had fallen asleep in one of the armchairs after dragging it in front of the door. He jolted awake, hastily standing with raised fist. You moved in surprise, nearly getting clipped on the chin as the boy clumsily jabbed the air. He blinked once, then let out a gasp, rubbing sleep from his eyes. 

“Oh! I’m s-s-so sorry!” He stuttered, stumbling back a step. You gave the boy a tired smile, patting his shoulder to reassure him.

“Luckily your sleepy right hook is just a tad slower than me.” 

He chuckled at your response, offering you a small smile. It vanished as a low groan emanated from the bed. You froze, throwing a worried look towards the shadows that lingered there. Kyojuro was a lump under the covers, only a small clump of golden hair visible.

“He has a fever.” Senjuro whispered, his hand slipping into yours. His worried glance didn’t leave the bed, but he seemed wary of drawing closer. “The doctor said it should pass.”

You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, unsure of how to respond. Questions danced in your mind, all of them falling short before reaching your lips. It wasn’t as if the boy would have any more answers than you did. 

“Why don’t you go rest. Today has been … a lot.” 

Senjuro’s lips pulled down in a frown, the boy hesitating as he stared at Kyojuro's still form. Squeezing his hand again, you offered a gentle smile.

 “I’ll be with him all night.” 

Senjuro stood still for a minute, chewing at his bottom lip. You could practically see the thoughts racing behind his eyes. Sighing, he finally nodded, hand slipping from yours as he moved towards the door.

“Alright.” Senjuro paused as he reached the door, one hand hovering just above the handle. “Just get me if...” The boy swallowed thickly, words seeming stuck in his throat. “If he’s not ok.” 

You nodded once, trying not to think of the unspoken meaning behind his words. Senjuro took one last glance at his brother before slipping from the room. 

As he left, you felt yourself finally crumple. The resolve and decorum that had kept you barely together shattered and you fell to the floor. One hand pressed to your mouth, you tried to swallow your cries as tears slid down your cheeks.

This is too much. You thought tearfully. The mind games, the punishments. He had gone as far as to harm his own son. And all through other people so at the end of the day, the blood wasn’t on his hands. It was sickening.

The carpet was soft against your forehead, absorbing each silent tear as you shook. You clutched it with one hand, fingers digging into the fibers in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. A mix of anxiety and depression swirled in your chest, threatening to swallow you. Underneath the heavy weight of the depression, a deep burning anger skulked. It slid through your veins like a poison, burning in your chest and escaping out through your hot tears. 

A low groan twisting through the air made you freeze. Quickly jumping to your feet, you brushed the tears from your cheeks as you hurried to the bed.

Kyojuro was still under the blankets, face just barely visible under his tangled hair. You brushed it from his face, wincing at how hot his skin was. Sweat beaded on his skin, sliding slowly down his forehead and onto his golden lashes. 

Should I try to cool him down? You bit your lip, gently swiping a sweat droplet away. Susamaru had said he just needed to ride it out. But still, having that high of a temperature could be dangerous.

You flinched as Kyojuro opened his eyes, blinking blearily up at you. In the dimness of the room you wondered if he could tell who you were. 

“Wife.” His voice was slow and raspy, one hand wriggling from beneath the blanket. He poked you firmly on your right cheek, finger sliding down your neck until his hand lay to rest upon your collar bone. You shuddered at the sensation. Kyojuro’s hand was large, thumb pressing lightly against the hollow of your throat as he smiled up at you. His gaze didn’t quite meet yours, the man having trouble keeping his eyes open. Kyojuro’s skin was much too warm against yours, like he held a sun in the palm of his hand.

“Husband.” You murmured back, trying your best to smile. “Do you want water? A bath? Food?” 

He shifted, shaking his head lazily to each question as he squirmed to get the covers off his chest. Kyojuro seemed uncomfortable but too out of it to do anything. 

“Need sleep.” He slurred, the last word slightly mangled as he pressed his face into the pillow. You took a step back as his hand finally slipped from you. Perhaps Kyogai could help you wrangle him into the bath. Even in the dim light of the room, the beads of sweat that slid across his skin were incredibly apparent. You hoped it meant he was sweating out whatever the drug was. 

Turning towards the doors, you let out a gasp as you were roughly yanked backwards. 

Faster than you had seen, Kyojuro had sat up. The man swayed from his seated position, a large hand wrapped firmly around your wrist.

“Stay.” He rasped, blinking blearily up at you, “Please don’t leave me alone.” 

You felt your lips part slightly in shock, mind suddenly blank as you stared into his flame colored eyes. The request felt strangely intimate for some reason. You quickly shook that thought from your mind, cheeks flushing slightly in shame. The man was drugged and was barely aware of where he was. If he was lucid, would he have ever made a request like that? Perhaps.

“Alright.” You smiled, gently peeling his hand from your wrist. “Let me change.” 

Kyojuro nodded, flopping back onto the pillows. You turned, quickly making your way to the bathroom and stripping. Fancy dress was quickly tossed into a hamper as you hurriedly wiped your makeup off. You were worried that if you took too long, Kyojuro would attempt to get up and find you. With how unsteady he was, he was liable to fall and crack his head open. You shuddered at the thought, tossing your undergarments on top of the dress. 

Susamaru in her infinite wisdom had left you a nightgown and underwear on the bathroom counter. You quickly threw both garments on, allowing yourself one glance in the mirror before rushing back into the bedroom. 

You had been right. Kyojuro had one foot planted on the floor, the other being pulled clumsily from the sheets. He was grumbling, thick fingers pawing uselessly at the silk sheet he was tangled in. 

“Lie down.” You sighed, swiftly, pulling his leg free and shoving it back under the blankets. Kyojuro was sticky with sweat and you grimaced slightly as you helped him swing his other leg back into bed. There was no point in trying to change the sheets, he was sweating as if he were in a sauna. Fresh sheets would just become sullied in a matter of minutes.

“Stay.” Kyojuro was giving you a look that you could only describe as ‘Puppy dog’. Despite being taller than you and built like an MMA fighter, he was managing to make himself look so small and pitiful as you hurried around to your side of the bed.

“I am.” You murmured, slipping beneath the covers and shifting to face him. Kyojuro looked oddly thrilled, the man squirming closer to you with a smile. You flinched as he slid one hand over your waist, tugging you closer. Under the blankets the heat was more akin to two burning suns. Just being this close to him had you breaking out in a sweat.

Should I get the physician again? You wondered, trying and failing to peel his grip from your waist. The man was using his strength to his advantage whether he realized it or not. Kyojuro’s burning hand was firm on your hip, the thin fabric of your nightgown doing little to fend off the heat.

“You mad?” Kyojuro mumbled, thick eyebrows pinched with worry as he watched you. Blinking you shook your head, a small frown making its way onto your face. 

You were mad, furious beyond words. But not with him. Kyojuro had done nothing but simply exist as part of his father’s fucked up plan. You clenched your fist under the covers, trying not to give in to the rage. That would be for later, when Kyojuro was better. Until then, your plans to destroy the head of the Rengoku family could wait.

“Hmmmm, liar.” You nearly jumped out of your skin as Kyojuro moved closer. The man was oddly fast for being so inebriated, his lips pressing against your forehead as he slipped his arm around you. His lips were dry and warm against your forehead. Each sloppy kiss burning against your skin. Golden strands of hair brushed gently against your face, the deep crimson ends tickling your nose. His hair smelled like a mix of old firewood and bergamot, an odd combination that somehow worked for him.

“Kyojuro.” You tried to push him away, heart pounding in your throat. He was drugged, he had no grasp on what he was doing. You didn’t want him to wake up with regrets or hurt. 

“Wife.” His response was to grab your ass, the man chuckling to himself as you yelped. Face burning you squirmed, failing to peel yourself from his iron grip. Your field of vision was entirely just his chest. The span of smooth flesh, burning against your flushed face as you pushed against the hard plane of his pecs in vain. Kyojuro nuzzled the top of your head, the hand not occupied with your ass cheek, sliding up to deftly pinch your breast. 

You yelped again, smacking at the offending hand. The man was either oblivious or purposefully ignoring your attempts to stop his wandering hands.

“Kyojuro, behave!” 

It wasn’t that you were opposed to him touching you. Kyojuro was incredibly attractive. You had won the husband jackpot in many regards with him, especially when it came to looks. But you weren’t ready for intimacy. Not yet and especially not while he was drugged.

You could count the amount of times you had done anything romantic with him on one hand. And all of them had been at the behest of “keeping up appearances”. The most intimate thing the two of you had done was the naked crying two months ago. An accidental occurrence that you were secretly worried was the reason behind his absence.

You relaxed as Kyojuro sighed, the man sliding his hands back to your waist. The loose hug was nice and you decided that it would be fine. 

“Go to sleep Kyo.” You smoothed his hair away from his face, offering up a tired smile. Kyojuro nodded, his eyes half lidded as he nestled back into the soft pillows. He was quick to fall asleep, the heavy lines that had been creasing his face smoothing as he relaxed. The bruised skin under his eyes was still strong, giving him an almost dead appearance in sleep. 

With his grip loosened, you slowly peeled his hands from your waist. He shifted slightly and you froze, waiting for a moment before slipping from the bed. 

Padding back into the bathroom, you grabbed the long hair scissors that had never gotten any use. They reflected the low light of the bathroom up at you as you stared down at them. It wasn’t much but it would have to do.

Flicking off the light you made your way past the bed and to the chair Senjuro had moved. He was a smart kid, had the same idea as you it seemed. Settling in you draped the blanket over your legs, carefully holding the scissors in your lap. 

The plush armchair was soft against your back, a feeling that normally would have lulled you to sleep. But not this time, not tonight.

You shifted slightly, allowing a glance back at the bed to confirm your husband still slept peacefully. His golden hair spilled over one pillow, chest moving slowly as he softly snored. 

Good.

Settling back in the chair, you kept your eyes locked on the large doors that lead to the hall. Tonight you would keep watch. Keep watch and plan. Shinjuro was going to pay, he had crossed a line you had never thought he was capable of. For too long everyone had just rolled with the punches.

You would punch back.

Part 6 (pending)

#rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #reader insert #rengoku x y/n #kny x reader #kny fanfic #kny x y/n #yall get this before ao3

[urarakasdiary]

-SOULMATES (FINALE)

Muzan Kibutsuji x reader

"guys I smell a demon!" Tanjiro spoke to his friends. [name] wandered the street unknow of the demon slayers that were trailing her.

When the girl reached the path near the forests the slayers jumped from her side, cornering her. Her husband had not turned her into a demon and she was still very human, just carrying a demon baby. that must've triggered Tanjiro's instincts.

As they took [name] back to the corp for further investigation, her lover sat in their dark home wondering when his dear wife would come back. It was midday and the sun was still up, The slayers who had her captive were confused. did demons finally defeat their allergy to the sun? the woman tried to explain herself but they wouldn't listen.

In came the wind hashira, he was a very aggressive human and did reckless things without even thinking twice! he took out his katana and stabbed the poor woman in the stomach on suspicion of being a demon. In the process, he killed the baby that she loved so much. Her ex-husband rushed to her side arguing with the wind hashira and told him to get the f away from the injured woman.

"MY BABY!!" screamed [name] earning shocked gasps from the people surrounding her. As she cried in anguish, guilty eyes looked at her. "I hate you!! monster!!" wailed [name] she earned nothing but a 'tch' from the white-haired man.

meanwhile, in the infinity mansion, her husband sat worried for his wife. He looked everywhere for you, every single corner of the market, the forest everywhere. when he had enough he had one of his minions go and fetch you.

he was hella mad when he got the information about your whereabouts. every night he went to the main building of the corp throwing bodies of innocent humans inside. he didn't care if they were children, infants, women, or men. he just wanted you back.

in the morning, the people in charge of cleaning would find stacks of dead bodies as tall as the walls. Inside the demon slayer corp, you were being treated for the stab wound and getting better day by day so that was good. The bodies appeared for days non-stop and the hashiras had enough. the white-haired crazy psychopath blamed it on you, while you told them that the bodies would continue coming if they didn't let you go. The hashiras had to decide quickly it was already evening.

Once they let you go, you stayed outside in the forest waiting for your demon husband to arrive. when he saw you he hugged you so tight you thought you would suffocate. but he saw your stomach covered with bandages and he was very upset about this. You insisted on letting it go even though it hurt, you lost your unborn child.

It's been two years since you lost your child to that traumatic experience. Muzan eventually got you pregnant again and your baby fever was up. Kibutsuji was so happy to see you smile, his only wish was for you to be elated. You were 2 weeks due for delivery when your husband was forced into fighting with the hashiras. he took you with him to encounter the fight and you were terrified and heartbroken when your lover passed away. your child would never get to see its father and you would never be able to see your husband again.

tears were flowing out of your eyes. thankfully there was someone that was there to talk to you, your ex-husband he helped you through the pain of childbirth. surprisingly he took you in and took care of you and your little daughter.

every happy thing has to come to an end. You wanted to be independent, you had started a herbal shop and were making good money. You told Tengen your plan on buying your own house and he was supportive and promised to visit your house every other week. As you bid your goodbyes, Uzui offered to take you home safely. you agreed. and then came the end of your hectic lifestyle now you were solo with your daughter to take care of. your heart had still not recovered from the pain of losing Muzan but now you had your sweet little daughter.

as you talked to your previous lover in the sunset, you knew it was over. the rule of demons over humans, the murder and cannibalism was gone and you were partially safe around your fellow humans. as you waved goodbye to Uzui you sighed looking at the house you bought with your money and you couldn't stop a smile from forming on your face.

and from now on you promised yourself to live your limited time on this planet to the fullest.

and it's done! this is the finale of soulmates. thank you for reading and I am sorry that it's short. I'm pretty sure everyone who reads me stuff knows about my condition right now. special thanks to @z3r0art sorry that the uzui taking care of the reader was wrong. I only found out it was different when I had already typed it. thank you again for this wonderful request. If you have requests please send them I hope you enjoyed it!!!✨✨

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[yakshamenogias]

𖨆Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ𖨆

New series!! Sabito + Giyuu Tomioka X Y/N!!

Reminder! This is an old story me and my friends wrote at least a year ago, and majority of it was not proofread.

꧁𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢꧂

Short-tempered, a liar, although she calls them little white lies. Makes plenty of porn jokes in 2000s version. Rarely shows any pity/mercy. Still eats humans, but not as much as she would had she not met Giyuu and Sabito.

➪𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 (𝙰𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎 10)➪

Akaza(Hakuji), Kokushibo(Michikatsu Tsugikuni), Daki(Ume), Gyutaro, Giyuu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji (although that was involuntary), Sabito, and Rui

⚤︎𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛⚤︎

Up to reader, however for the sake of the storyline, the main character is defaulted to female. However, during the oneshots every 5 and 10 episodes, each gender will get a chapter.

☂︎𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝☂︎

(Episode 1-4) 5'6.5, (Episode 5-9) 5'8 + M!6'1, (Episode 10-14) 5'8.5 + M!6'2.5, (Episode 15-End) F!5'9 + M!6'3.5-4

♕︎𝙰𝚐𝚎♕︎

Physical age - (EP 1) 14 (EP 2-4) 17 (EP 5-9) 23 (EP 10-14) 24 (EP 15-17) 26 (EP 18-End) 27 Mental age - Definitely younger than Muzan (Max. 1K years)

༒︎𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙻𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃 𝙾𝙽(𝙴𝙿/𝙲𝙷𝙿𝚃 4+)༒︎

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༆𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚝༆

There's no specific name for the art in question, due to the fact that Y/n is terrified at the thought of using it after what it did to her "husband", Ryu. However, the art consists of five different forms; water, fire, bedrock, dust, and shadows. Every form creates a second illusion of herself, which can attack freely. In addition, each one has a special additive. Water creates arms that can move through the ground and capture her enemies. The water is compacted in a sort of seal, roughly spraying water against the walls of the seals, causing constant sharp pain in the enemies. Fire creates a cage that closes in on only Y/n's enemies, obviously lighting them on fire. Bedrock forms two parallel walls around the enemy, closing in on them within about 3/s. Dust simply blinds the enemy for an extended period of time (about 6/s). Lastly, shadow is just water and dust mixed together, possibly making it the most dangerous form.

𓂀𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚜𓂀

Mainly a Moon-Breathing Wielder. As much as Kokushibo despised it, he taught her everything he knew about his brother's techniques as well. However, later in the story, Y/n learns about her third and final breathing form, with the help of Kagya Ubuyashiki. Demon Breathing has a total of 15 forms, forms that Y/n had been doing for years, without even knowing it. Kokushibo taught Y/n the art of sword manipulation, so whenever she uses Demon Breathing, her sword can shape to the size that makes the forms easiest to use.

☀︎︎𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎☽︎

Demon Breathing, First Form : Starving Slash - The sword forms sharp fang-like spikes along the edge. Every slice with demon breathing creates a fast-acting poison—faster than even Muzan's blood. It's not deadly, but it's incredibly disarming. Demon Breathing, Second Form : Thirst-Drived Thrust - The user pushes the sword forwards, absorbing blood drawn from the wound created and creating a sort of mild poison to injure only that certain blood type. Demon Breathing, Third Form : Flowing Fang - The sword takes the shape of a scythe, slashing everything in it's path, much like the crescent moons in Moon Breathing. Demon Breathing, Fifth Form : Warping Wreckage - Possibly the most uncontrollable form out of all 9. The sword warps into numerous shapes, at least five warps per second. Each warp makes the sword sharper, with a duration of twenty seconds. Demon Breathing, Seventh Form : Midnight Phantasmagoria - The sword duplicates, creating a shadowy sword in the user's opposing hand. This sword can shape itself to whatever the user sees fit. Lasts however long the host desires. These are the only forms Y/n knows, due to the most important pages about Demon Breathing being ripped out of the book.

☾︎𝙼𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛☀︎︎

The red-black ombre is the colour of Y/n's sword. The red signifies sun breathing, and the black signifies moon breathing. When both elements are used at once, it creates such a blinding illusion. So blinding to the point where it could kill anybody in its path, human or demon.

☠︎︎𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑☠︎︎

The same day Kokushibo died, she used herself as a sacrifice to save Sanemi, Genya, Muchiro, and Gyomei. Although, that death was simply another ruse.

✌︎𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚞𝚣𝚊𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚓𝚒✌︎

You know the song "LEMONS" with Brye and Cavetown? That's Muzan and Y/n's relationship. And "Wolf in Sheep's Clothing", take that one however you please. Also "Problems" with Mother Mother explains how Muzan sees his little sister. "Bitches" also Mother Mother is just Y/n right about now {Insert eye roll here}.

☯︎𝙰𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍☯︎

A total of thirteen deaths faked, all because Muzan kept showing up. Four deaths were from relationships with the Hashira Gyomei, Tengen, Giyuu, and Mitsuri. All of the stories will be in separate chapters.

I'm gonna add to this weekly/daily as I continue to write chapters.

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[pinejayy]

Demon Slayer Masterlist

Stories!

Muzan Kibusetsji 

I’ll make you remember me // Part 1 ,, Part 2 ,, 

One shots! // Short Stories! // Characters

Muan Kibusetsji

Mine and Mine only (Muzan x F!Reader) smut //  Demon Queen (Muzan x F!Reader) // 

Gyokko 

Art Piece (Gyokko x F!Reader) - smut  // My Obsession (Gyokko x M!Reader) // Lovely Husband (Gyokko x M!Reader) //

Hantengu Clones

Standing up to Sekido // Rutting with Urogi - nsfw // Aizetsu Nsfw Headcanons // Clones with Taller S/O // Please Don’t Leave - Angst // Scarlet Witch S/O // Tiny Lover // Demon Princess // Healing and Resting // How they finger you // Aizetsu NSFW Drabble // Karaku NSFW Drabble // Sekido NSFW Headcanons//

Kyojuro Rengoku 

Sunflower (Rengoku x Reader) // Thicc Thigh Headcanons // Jealous Flames (Rengoku x F!Reader) - smut // 

Kokushibo

Kokushbio Nsfw Headcanons

Daki

Best Friends!! ( Platonically!!) 

Tengen // and his Wives

Our Princess (Tengen Wives x F!Reader smut)

Gyomei Himejima

Gentle Giant 

Multiple Characters shorts!

<3 (gyokko and hantengu) // Quite S/O (Muzan, Douma and Gyutaro) // Easily Scared S/O (Upper Moons) // Brat Tamer (Hantengu Clones, Muzan and Kukoshibo) // 

Headcanons! (Multiple Characters)

having a human girlfriend (muzan, douma and gyokko) 

Cuddles (Sanemi, Obanai and Genya) 

S/O salty about their Blood Demon Art (Douma, Gyokko and Enmu)

Ace S/O (Sanemi, Obanai and Akaza) 

Shapeshifter S/O (Akaza, Gyokko and Hantengu Clones) 

Motherly S/O (Douma, Gyutaro and Aizetsu)

Blood Manipulation S/O (Muzan, Sekido and Giyu)

I’ll give you my heart (Douma, Gyokko and Gyutaro)

Scary but Cute (Douma, Gyokko and Gyutaro) 

I’ll always love you (Giyu, Rengoku and Mitsuri)

Bratty little human (Douma and Muzan)

Upper Moons

Gen Z like S/O // Scarlet Witch S/O // Powerful little Human // WAP Dance //

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[muzansfangs]

Coitus interrupted.

Starring: Giyuu Tomioka x f!reader; Kyojuro Rengoku x f!reader;

Warnings: nsfw, language, oral sex (reader receiving), oral sex (Giyuu receiving), mention to death, depression and alcoholism in Rengoku’s part, modern au, accidental voyeurism, humping;

Format: short imagine;

Plot: you and your boyfriend were having a steamy make out session, but one thing leads to another and you found yourselves moaning each others name. Everything was great, until someone interrupted you. Will it kill the mood, or ignite a devious spark within them?

Author note: Hi there! I have decided to do a re-make of a drabble posted on my old wattpad account, because I have realized that, although I am a huge Rengoku simp, I have not posted anything about him. Shame on me. As you may have noticed, I have already posted a “Coitus interrupted” about Muzan, Douma and Kokushibo because an anon had requested it. I am now serving you with some Hashira contents because why not :)

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Kyojuro Rengoku.

Spending the night with your boyfriend and his little brother meant only one thing: a good, tasty dinner and a warmth shower of love and affection from the Rengoku brothers. Since their mother had tragically passed away, Shinjuro had fallen into a dark loop of depression and alcoholism. He barely took care of the house and Senjuro depended solely on his older brother and you.

Sometimes, when you two took him out for a stroll at the park, people asked if he was your kid and that made your heart explode with joy. You deeply cared about the younger Rengoku and you would have done anything in your power to help your beloved boyfriend in being a parental figure for him. Kyojuro was literally the sun incarnated. He was a caring boyfriend, an amazing friend and the shoulder you could cry on every single time you needed someone to rely on.

Being there for him and his family was truly the least you could do.

Falling in love with him had been easy. You were catastrophically in love with him and, when he had asked you to be his wife a few months ago, you did not have to think twice before accepting his proposal.

Now, it was a hot summer night and you had just successfully put Senjuro to sleep. He was, apparently, full of energy that evening and, after a delicious dinner the three of you had cooked without setting the house ablaze, you and your soon to be husband could finally have the time to enjoy your intimacy in the privacy of his bedroom. Life had been a little chaotic, as of late, and making some spare time to relax and indulge into something more than just ferven kisses shared in the shadows was truly rare.

As soon as you two entered Kyojuro’s bedroom, your back hit the soft mattress of his bed and the air was temporary knocked out of your lungs for the impact. His bright eyes bored into yours as he captured your lips in a tender, but hungry kiss. You could tell he was starving, but so were you and the way you returned the kiss with equal passion spoke volumes.

He peppered your cheeks in kisses, his body hovering over yours as he made sure not to crash you with the weight of his muscular body “Can I taste you? — he lowly said, as his nose brushed against yours — I skipped the dessert just for you, little flame”.

His usual booming tone was long gone and you knew exactly what he meant by that.

As you nodded your head and spread your legs wider for granting more access to him, Kyojuro smiled softly and curled the skirt of your dress up your thighs. He did not ever bother to tug your panties down, he did not want to waste any precious time, after all. Therefore, pushing the thin and now soaked fabric to the side, he delved into your heat.

He slowly began to kiss his way up to your core and you left out soft moans, your half-lidded eyes glancing down at your man and the erotic vision he was providing you. There was not a single inch of your thighs he neglected. Your hand snapped down, fisting his soft blonde locks gently, as you tried to hold back your moans.

You were too lost into your pleasure and Kyojuro was too focused on you, his deft tongue about to reach your aching spot, to hear someone unlock the front door and drag his feet along the floor. When you eventually heard someone scoffing, and your eyes flicked up to see a disgusted Shinjuro on the threshold, it was too late. Your boyfriend whipped his head towards the door and his father did not lose his chace to torment him again.

“Argh, at least, I hope you got talent in that!” Shinjuro commented, shutting the door closed behind him as he left.

You gaped in shock and Kyojuro shrugged, smiling at you softly, before making you forget that little inconvenience.

“I won’t let him ruin our moment” he whispered to you and he actually stack up to his oath.

Giyuu Tomioka.

You had thought that inviting your boyfriend over to celebrate your birthday together was a good idea. It was the first time you finally had the chance to have him sleep over without your boisterous family around to interrupt your moments of intimacy. Giyuu, naturally, obliged your request and by the time you were done with your make-up and hair, the door bell rang.

“Saying that you are breath-taking is an understatement…” he had barely murmured, handing you a small bouquet of red roses as you opened the door for him.

Your reserved and stoic boyfriend always found a way to leave you speechless and his small, loving gestures made butterflies flutter in your stomach. The night had just begun and you were confident about a glorious, positive outcome as it unraveled under your eyes. The attentions, the sweet words and kisses and even the shiny pendant he had gifted you with were small steps that inevitably led you to one result: a passionate make-out session on the sofa.

You had been kissing for a while, your lipstick staining the white collar of his shirt, along with his thin lips and Giyuu had boldly made you sit on his lap. Your hair were disheveled at this point, but you could not care less. Teasingly, you started to grind down on him and the Giyuu dropped his usual façade. You could feel his bulge pressing against your thigh and you decided to properly thank him for the special treatment he had gifted you with all night long.

Low and deep grunts of pleasure fell from his lips as you repeated the action a few more times, before aiming to the second step.

You hastily dropped to your knees, your hands reaching up to unbuckle his belt to give him a good blow job, as your boyfriend eyed you in awe. His lips were slightly parted as you unzipped his pants amd freed his erection. Your tongue swirled around the pinkish tip to give him a taste of what was about to come, when the door flew open and a familiar voice resounded in the room “Happy birth—” Uzui said, cutting himself off.

You blushed furiously and Giyuu hastily grabbed a pillow to cover himself. Humiliating, it was so humiliating. Your brother was absolutely shocked and your boyfriend was probably about to faint.

You three stayed silent for a minute straight, none of you dared to talk, until Uzui cleared his throat and took his leave “Woah! Are you two... Please, go ahead! See you later!”.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! The satisfaction of getting another draft out of my way is incredible. I’ll do my best to take care of some requests and then start my birthday event! Stay tuned! As per usual, thank you so much for supporting this blog. Likes, comments and re-posts are truly appreciated!

Until next,

x o x o

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[paradox-the-unimpressed-nun]

🍓 SNEAK PEAK Taking matters into your own hands Human!Sick!Muzan x f!Wife!Reader

Full is here

Summary: You just want your husband to show you love and affection Warning: Smut, Breeding kink, Overstimulation, Oral sex M!Receiving, Shower sex, sub!muzan, top!reader

A/n: sneak peek full will be up tomorrow . Let me know if you want to be tagged in the full ver

You have been married to Muzan for approximately a year now. Despite his sickness, cold demeanor, and occasional outbursts of yelling, you held onto the hope that your marriage would take a turn for the better.

You craved a family with Muzan, hoping to have living prof of your love with a child. However, intimacy between you is scarce having only being intimate on one occasion, your wedding night. You've grown increasingly frustrated with the lack of love in your relationship. Despite your attempts to reignite the spark and deepen your connection, every effort was met with resistance from Muzan, who has even refrained from simple acts of affection like embracing you.

Now you are desperate, his health has been declining and you've still have yet to bare his child. You aren't even concerned if he loves you, you just want him, his body and his child. Tonight you would take matters into your own hands.

＊✿❀❀✿＊

Your movements are filled with a mix of urgency and longing as you hurriedly remove your clothing. You've waited far too long and now, finally, your deepest wishes are on the verge of becoming reality.

You quickly step into the bath, and you see Muzan sitting there, waiting for you. Soap bottle's were places neatly on the ledge beside him. "Y/n what are you waiting? for come in" Startled by being snapped out of your thoughts, your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and you hurriedly make your way towards him.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #ds #muzan #demon slayer x reader #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #muzan kibutsuji x reader #🍓ask are open

[demon-slayer-chaos]

hi!! <3 can you please do a jealous muzan scenario and what do you think would his darling’s reaction be?

🌹~Jealous Muzan x F!reader~🌹

"Calm down honey."

Thank you for the request! It's very much appreciated! In this, The reader is Muzan's wife! Also, Bonus points for a request of my man Muzan♥️ -Chaos

Tw: Jealous Muzan. Angst, slight Yandere like behavior. Douma trying to steal you in a romantic way. Muzan getting ready to whoop some ass. NSFW themes mentioned (nothing actually happens) Btw there is some fluff at the end to make up for all of this chaos.

Requested: Yes

🔒Requests are closed as of now🔒

I sighed softly as I sat down on the large bed in my room. Today has been long and rough.

I've done nothing but hang out with the twelve Kizuki, and oh boy that was a mistake. A big, mistake.

All because I was bored, Muzan was out, doing whatever. I was forced to stay back because he's afraid if anyone finds out about me, His Human wife, I'll be tracked down and kidnapped, or even killed. I understand why he wants me to stay, but I can't help but get bored.

Yes, you heard me correctly, I'm Muzan's human wife, yes. Human.

Now, how did a person like me catch the eyes of a demon overlord? I don't really know... But, he's kept me around, and he says he loves me.

I can't help but think he's lying to me sometimes... I mean, I'm a human. Why do I matter so much to him? I've got many questions.. like, why hasn't he turned me into a demon yet? Why did he pick me? Why do I have to be hidden away from everyone?But never the less with all the questions I'm probably never going to get the answer to, he loves me, and I love him back...

But today, I was bored, And I decided to hang out with a few of the upper moons. Usually I'm not allowed near them, as Muzan doesn't want me getting hurt but I'm sure these demons know very well not to harm me.

It was fun, just hanging out peacefully, until Douma walked in. Anytime he was near me, he'd get extremely... Unsettling. He'd be lovey, and he'd want my attention, but as soon as I'd go to talk or even look at Akaza, or anyone else for that matter. He'd get slightly mad and direct my attention back to him.

"S/O! I'm so happy to see you my dear!" He'd always say as he'd pick me up and hug me tightly, I've gotten used to his hugs by now, so I just hug him back and hope for the best.

But this was the one time I didn't want anything to do with him, I just wanted to read in peace. But that clearly wasn't going to happen.

"S/O! I wanna do something with you!" He said excited, I looked up from my book and gave him a blank stare.

"Douma, I don't want to do anything. I just want to relax and read." I said softly, he just shook his head and forced me up off the ground, making me drop my book in the process.

"It will be fun! I promise." He said as he dragged me off. I sighed and went along with him. I looked back at Akaza and he just shook his head, he usually would have said something to Douma about respecting me, but it was already too late.

"Douma, what are you doing?" I asked as we stopped. We were in a small room, and there was a record player. The tall demon was fiddling with something by the record player.

"I want to dance with you darling." He said as he placed down a record and the music started. It was calm.. and hypnotic. He held his hand out to me, and I accepted it. By then, he pulled me closer to his chest, and he spun me around, taking his time to move us both elegantly across the room.

I couldn't help but smile, Dancing with an upper moon? I could never think of it happening. But here we are.

We kept dancing and laughing, he was right, this was fun. This lasted for quite awhile, we danced through two songs.

At the end of the second song, he pulled me closer to him, making us chest to chest, he then dipped me. I squeaked and hold onto him for dear life, as I was unprepared.

"You look so adorable when you're scared S/O... I'd like to see that face more often." He chuckled as he lifted me back up and spun me around around.

He kept dancing with me, even though I was tired, and I wanted to stop, he wouldn't let me go. His sadistic smile never leaving his face, I gently tried to push him away, but he just grabbed my wrists and forced me to stop as we danced.

"Douma please— I'm tired. I don't think my legs can take this anymore." I plead, he simply chuckles.

"Not yet my dear, there's something I want you to do~" He said teasingly, I rolled my eyes and sighed at his playful flirting.

"And that is...?"

"I want you to kiss me." He said boldly, My eyes widen in shock. He knows I'm married to Muzan...

"Now, I know what you're thinking. "But I'm married to Lord Kibutsuji." trust me, I know very well... But... I love you so much more than him my dear, I want nothing more than to make you mine without punishment." He said as he smiled, he then pinned me to the wall.

I was in shock, I knew Douma liked me, it's been very obvious, but I didn't think he'd be this bold about it.

"Douma... With all due respect, I will not do that. I belong to one man only, and that is Muzan." I said firmly. He didn't like that.

He looked over my body, lust building up in his eyes. I tried to push him away again, but it was no match for a demon like him.

He then leaned in, and kissed my cheek.

"You'll be mine soon enough... Once your body starts to crave mine just as much as I crave you." he spoke lowly near my ear. I closed my eyes in fear. I didn't like this.

All of a sudden, Doumas hands were removed from my wrists and I was in a pair of strong, comforting arms. It was my husband.

The demon overlord stared down at the demon, who was thrown off to the side and on the ground.

"Just what do you think you are doing to what's mine?" His voiced hissed out, as his arms wrapped tighter around my waist. Not enough to hurt me, but enough to know that he was being protective. I simply just melted into his touch.

"Ah, Nothing! I was simply dancing with dear S/O!" Douma said with a goofy, yet guilty smile.

"Having her pinned against the wall? That's not dancing Douma." Muzan said with anger. The other demons smile didn't fade away.

"You're lucky I don't murder you here myself... But, I don't want my pet to see such a disgusting sight. Consider this a warning." He spat as he teleported away with me in his arms.

And that's what has led up to now. I was exhausted and tired. But, I was in my shared bedroom with my husband, his arms were wrapped around my waist, and he wasn't letting go.

He had his head on my shoulder, and I just gently leaned into his touch, I could tell he was still jealous. It's been an hour since that happened.

"Darling... you know you're mine and only mine correct?" He asked. This is the first time he's spoken up since he found me earlier.

"Of course darling, I know that very well. I belong to you, and you only." I said softly as he started to gently play with my hair. I could tell he was still mad, but not mad at me. There's a difference, if he was mad at me, he would have locked me in here alone. I've learn to grow and adapt to his cruel behavior at times. So I can definitely tell when he's mad at me, or someone else.

"Then I hope you know I won't let anyone take you away from me... Not even my own Kizuki." He mumbled, I simply just sighed softly and shifted, so I was facing him, and sitting in his lap.

"You know what I realized about you?" I asked softly, he looked back at me.

"And that is?"

"You're cute when you're jealous. You get so protective of me, like my life has been threatened. I find it so adorable. Especially since you're a demon." I chuckled as I gently took his hat off. Playing with a few strands of his hair.

"A demon overlord being protective of a weak, small human. I can't help but find it cute." And with that, he smiled gently.

"You always manage to calm me down... You're so different from other humans.." he said as he pulled me into his chest, rubbing my small back and playing with my hair a bit again.

"This is exactly why I married you... Such a small, yet adorable pet." After he said that, we stayed like this. In each other's arms.

I yawned softly and eventually, I fell asleep, listening to the soft sound of my demon husband's heartbeat.

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can you write Kyōjurō with a s/o who he meets because she’s a member of the wisteria family and he’s staying at her family home after a mission. He’s immediately smitten with her to the point he’s an embarrassed mess! and her grandma is planning the wedding 10 minutes into their introduction. thank you for being a champion in the kyō best boy club!! you are easily one of the best writers in this fandom!!

Hello, bbys! I hope you two don’t mind, but I combined your requests since they had the same premise. But please, if you have other requests, feel free to send them in. :D Hope you guys like it! 

I had so much fun writing this because it gave me a break from all the angst. Ahaha. Not that I don’t love writing angst. It was just a nice change of pace??? UwU

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Kyōjurō x Pillar F!Reader who is a Member of the Wisteria Clan (SFW Scenario):

“It looks like the rain isn’t letting up, (L/n),” Rengoku began with a worried frown, as he looked up from beneath the canopy he and his fellow Hashira were at. “Maybe we should find shelter?”

(Y/n) cursed under her breath at her comrade’s suggestion; not because she thought it was a dumb idea, but because she knew of the perfect place to seek shelter at no cost at all. What was holding her back was the fact that it would be catastrophic— for her— if she were to bring a man home.

Her grandmother would most likely have the wedding planned within ten minutes of their arrival. And that wouldn’t have been a problem, had she and the Flame Hashira been a couple.

But they weren’t.

Besides, the fact that she harbored very strong feelings for Rengoku wasn’t helping her case— at all. She would rather battle Muzan by herself, instead of take the Flame Hashira home with her.

However, she felt sorry for him. His body temperature ran warmer than most peoples’, but he was still very susceptible to getting cold— and getting sick. She didn’t want to be the reason why her comrade got sick; all because she didn’t want her family to embarrass her in front of him.

So, it left her no choice.

“I know a Wisteria House nearby. We can go there for shelter,” She admitted softly, then immediately averted her gaze when she felt a warm blush color her cheeks.

Kyōjurō’s smiles tended to fluster her so badly, that she always opted to hide her face from him whenever he shot her one of those smiles.

“Come on. Please follow me, Rengoku-san.” With that, (Y/n) used her haori to cover her, before running through the rain.

It didn’t take long for both Hashira to reach their intended destination. The mansion gates loomed over them— tall and imposing in the vast clearing— but what surprised Rengoku was when (Y/n) didn’t bother to knock.

Instead, she merely pushed the gates open and beckoned him inside. “Please come in.”

“Are you sure this is fine?” The Flame Hashira asked through the din of the rain around them. “This is trespassing, (L/n).”

(Y/n) looked up in mild alarm at his words, because he was right. He would think that way because she hadn’t told him that they were at her clan’s estate. But, as soon as she opened her mouth to explain herself, she was struck speechless at the full image that greeted her.

Kyōjurō’s hair was extremely wet, and the tufts that usually stuck upwards were practically glued to his head. His face was also wet from the rain, with thin streams of water running down the sides of it— but she would be damned if she didn’t admit that it was the most breathtaking sight that she had ever seen.

Rengoku stared back at her earnestly. His gaze had softened at how beautiful she still looked beneath the rain, and he felt his heart start to beat harder in his chest.

She leaned in closer to him, as if entranced; while he— in turn— licked his bottom lip and swallowed past the lump in his throat.

It wasn’t exactly a secret that he harbored feelings for the Lightning Hashira, but he simply had never had the courage to confess to her.

He had always been fearless in all his endeavors, except when it concerned his feelings for her.

“(Y/n)-sama!” A frantic cry rose over the sound of the rain, and immediately the water hitting (Y/n)’s face ceased.

The young woman looked up— as the spell around them was broken— only to see that two of her family’s attendants had come running to shield them with umbrellas.

“(Y/n)-sama, you and your companion should go in,” Ichika, the woman holding an umbrella over the Lightning Hashira’s head, implored politely.

And slowly, almost awkwardly, both (Y/n) and Kyōjurō were escorted inside the main house. They were given a change of clothes and time to get themselves bathed.

However, the one request that the ladies left with both Slayers was that they had to go to the main dining room to have dinner with the matriarch of the house.

Kyōjurō had been fine with it, even smiling at the woman who had been attending to his needs. But (Y/n)— who had been led to her old room— reacted quite negatively.

She wanted to scream all while she scrubbed herself clean of all the mud and dirt. Hell, a part of her wanted to take her sweet time, in the hopes that her grandmother would go to bed before she made her appearance; but that was before she realized that the old woman could ask Kyōjurō so many embarrassing things.

Like if they were a couple. She just knew that her grandmother would stoop that low.

So, with a renewed sense of urgency, she hurriedly rinsed herself and threw on her old yukata.

She didn’t even bother to brush her hair in her room; instead, she chose to brush it while tromping down the halls.

When (Y/n) reached the dining room, she almost wanted to scream in horror— because Rengoku was already there. And he was chatting amicably with her scandalous grandmother.

She hurriedly sat down at the empty space next to the Flame Pillar, before offering a shaky smile to the older woman.

“Obaa-chan... I see you’ve met Rengoku-san,” (Y/n) began awkwardly, which made both people at the table quirk their eyebrows at her; both for entirely different reasons.

“Is that any way to refer to your future husband, (Y/n)? Where’s the sweetness? The familiarity? Child, where have I gone wrong while raising you?” Her grandmother immediately let her words loose, which made (Y/n)’s eyes widen in mortification.

She just knew that the old hag was being dense on purpose.

And from his spot beside (Y/n), Kyōjurō froze as a blush warmed his cheeks— all the way up to the tips of his ears. His heart hammered even harder against his chest, and he resisted the urge to let a grin tug at the corners of his lips.

“Obaa-chan, Rengoku-san is a friend! Don’t just assume things!” (Y/n) protested, all while cupping her red cheeks with her hands. “You rude old hag!”

“You little brat. How will you get married with that attitude? I’m dying and my dying wish is to see my only grandchild get married!” Emiko, the (L/n) matriarch and (Y/n)’s grandmother, answered in a shrill tone— before taking her cane in hand and lightly hitting her granddaughter over the head with it.

Kyōjurō had to stifle a laugh at that, but he also took pity on the woman beside him because she had to put up with so much.

It explained the initial hesitance he had picked up from her earlier. She most likely didn’t want him to see her get whooped by a woman in her seventies.

So, even though he knew that he shouldn’t— because he was inevitably giving himself some semblance of hope— he decided to cut in and save his fellow Hashira. “Don’t worry, obaa-san... I’ll be sure to marry your granddaughter no matter what happens.”

“What?!” (Y/n) almost screamed, but her voice was barely heard over her grandmother’s excited chatter.

“Oh my! That’s very valiant of you, Kyōjurō-kun! Should we set the wedding up for next week, then? I’m sure we can have the preparations done quickly.”

“No! There will be no wedding, you old bat!” (Y/n) protested. “Stop embarrassing me! Please!”

And after that, the table— thankfully— lapsed into an awkward silence. But silence was still silence, no matter what form it came in.

However, (Y/n) was still afraid... because her grandmother still had an evil glint in her beady little eyes.

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And come the end of dinner, she found out exactly why the old bat had looked so smug: she had given her and Kyōjurō one room to sleep in— her old room.

“I’m sorry, Rengoku-san. Now you know why I didn’t want to bring you here,” The young woman apologized softly, as she made a conscious effort to hide her blushing face from the Flame Hashira.

They sat on top of their respective futons— which (Y/n) had pulled away from each other earlier— as they made idle conversation before turning in for the night.

“It’s no problem at all... (Y/n).”

The use of her given name had her snapping her gaze up at him; and when she saw an unsure smile aimed at her, she almost melted on the spot. Almost. But with a shake of her head, she gathered her wits about her once more and spoke, “For the record, I have two other cousins. So please don’t believe my crazy grandmother. You don’t have to... marry me.”

An equally flustered expression made itself evident on Rengoku’s features, and he reached up to idly scratch at his warm cheek— all while he averted his gaze from the woman in front of him. She had presented him such a good opportunity, so he had to grasp it with both hands. It was now or never. “What if I wanted to? Marry you, that is.”

Silence answered the Flame Hashira’s question, which alarmed him. He immediately looked up at (Y/n)— only to see her blinking at him owlishly. It seemed like his question had broken the normally astute Hashira.

“You what?”

He worried his bottom lip between his teeth— such an uncharacteristic gesture, but the only thing he could resort to at that moment— as he thought of how to phrase his words correctly.

But eventually, he just decided to be forthright with his words— as was his usual demeanor. “I’ve always had feelings for you, (Y/n). Romantic feelings. Ones that make me want to marry you. Ah! I hope that wasn’t too forward. It’s just-”

Kyōjurō couldn’t continue his tirade, as (Y/n) had already crawled over to him and pressed her lips to his in the faintest of kisses. “I love you too... Kyōjurō.”

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Promise

(Sanemi Shinazugawa x Demon! Reader)

Admin's note: I got stressed and bored so that's why I made this, also in this fic, reader is like Nezuko (or Lady Tamayo) who manage to get out of Muzan's control, also reader have a struggle to speak normally because of the long usage of the bamboo muzzle they got from Sanemi.

Also...

It's S O F T Sanemi Hours

I'm fully aware he sounded out of context here, so sorry for the inconvenience

(Since it's for both male and female reader, I'll use "they/their" pronoun in this)

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"Hey, (Name) I'm back"

A certain scar faced man said as he knocked the door of the small shrine, you peek out of your shrine and see Sanemi smiling at you "Been waiting for me that long, huh? Sorry about that" you came out of the building and shook your head, meaning that you didn't wait for him that long and you just lay your head on his shoulder.

The both of you looked at the full moon that shine brilliantly tonight, hard to believe that in such a beautiful night, many demons are attacking and eating humans.

"Mmrrghh...?" you let out a soft noise as you turn your attention to him, though you can't say anything due to your bamboo muzzle, Sanemi somehow understand what you said, he looked at you with a smile everyone never sees "Yeah (Name)? Is there anything you need?"

You stayed silent for a while then point at your bamboo muzzle "Uuuh..."

"You want me to take your muzzle off?"

You nodded and smile through your eyes, Sanemi knows that you won't hurt him so he just smiled and gently took your muzzle off, once it's off, Sanemi gaze at your face.

Still as beautiful as I remembered

You give Sanemi a toothy grin and cupped his face as you try to speak "N-Nemi... No work too hard... 'Kay? ...I'm worried... O-of Nemi..."

Sanemi knows you kind of having a struggle to speak and have a childlike demeanor (kind of like Nezuko) for almost several years, somehow he finds it cute.

He put his hand atop of your hand and lean in to search more of the contacts "Yeah, I promise I won't work too hard"

You smiled in satisfactory and grabbed his hand as you watch the full moon together "Moon... Beautiful..." you say smiling and point at the moon "Yeah, moon's look beautiful but you're even more beautiful" you blushed at his statement and hid your face under the sleeve of your kimono "N-Nemi... F-flatter me too m-much" he just chuckled and ruffle your (H/C) hair "I'm just stating the obvious, ya know!"

You looked at him through your sleeve with a pouty face which made Sanemi's heart skipped a beat

You're so fucking cute that it's hard to believe that you're a thing I should've kill

"Genya... Okay?"

Sanemi just shrugged nonchalantly "I dunno, that brat is still here despite I don't want him to" you eyed him sadly, why does he act so distant towards his own little brother? "Why... Nemi said that?" he looked at you with something close to sadness in his eyes "He shouldn't be here, he could've just stay back, live his own life and have wife and children and that he enjoy life to its fullest"

You just looked at him then hugged his arm, slightly rubbing it to cheer him a bit "Genya... Good person, Genya wants help Nemi..."

"He didn't have to" He said avoiding your gaze for a while "You haven't change a bit, you're still very nice towards us since we're just kids" he looked back at you again "Even when you have become a demon, you're still as nice as when you were a human..."

You smiled at him "Thanks to Nemi... Nemi remember when Nemi found me?"

"How the hell can I forget? I'm surprised to hear that you survived demon attack but I didn't expect you to be alive..." he said as he caressed your hair "I was happy that you were alive, but it really surprised me that you have become one of them, heck, you even attacked me! I'm just glad I can talk some sense to you" he sighed and look at the ground "You are one of the most precious people I don't want to lose, (Name), It would break me if I ever lose you..." he layed his head on your lap as he looked up at you with adoration.

"Do you remember when we pretended to be a married couple when we're still kids?" he asked as he put his big hand on your smooth face, you smiled at him and put your hand atop of his "I r-remember... Nemi make a good husband..."

A slight blush creeped on his face "Heh, yeah... You even make a decent ohagi for me" you smiled and caressed his fluffy white hair as he closed his eyes, enjoying your gentle touch

"Nemi... Can we... Live together one day? What if o-one day... I di-die?"

He opened his eyes and looked at you "The heck you're talking about?! You won't die! And we will have a life together!"

"But..."

"No buts, (name), I believe you will stay alive, one day you can walk under sun hand in hand with me, I will find a way so that you could do that" he then scowled "Even if that means I gotta ask that Kamado brat, I will do it for you and it's a promise"

You looked at him and took his hand and kissed the palm of his hand, smiling "Thank you... Nemi..."

Sanemi blushed at what you did

"Damn it, (name), I should be the one who did that"

You giggled at him and continue to caress his hair "Nemi... You promise we have a family together? Me, Nemi with Genya and future kids?"

Once again, Sanemi blushed deeply as you mentioned "future kids"

"Goddamn it, (name)... I should be the one that said that too, not other way around..."

This time you laughed softly at him "Sorry... I like to tease Nemi..."

He looked up at you then grinned "Once this is all over, I'll be the one who always tease you"

You raised your eyebrows at him, challenging him "Nemi can't do that..." Sanemi let out a soft 'heh' as he put his hand on your cheek, caressing it gently "You sure about that?"

You blushed this time, but still smiling at him "I'm sure..."

He then sat up and gently cupping your cheeks, nose touching as he look at your eyes deeply "Once we all kick Muzan's ass, I promise I will stay by your side, I will protect you, and We will live together forever with our future family, I swear by Oyakata-sama's name You will walk under the sun with me and we will live together happily until one of us cross the sanzu river"

You nodded at him with a smile, his warm breath fanning your lips before he connected it with yours.

The kiss is surprisingly gentle even for someone as rash as Sanemi, you smiled against his lip, and once you both parted the kiss, he hugged you tightly and buried his head on your shoulder

"I love you, (name)"

You return the embrace, slightly tearing up.

"I love you too, Nemi..."

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*Admin's feral noise*

How was it? It's full of nonsense, weird, and make you confused, eh? Sorry I made this while I'm stressed, my brain didn't cooperate with me so that's why it sucks :v I made Sanemi out of context, my bad, I have to be honest it's kind of hard to write him with his harsh persona (even tho he's not THAT harsh) anyways, I think that's all, still, I hope you enjoy this too, and sorry if you don't like it

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