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#kinetsu no yaiba x reader
kakksart · 8 months
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Want me to prove it to you?
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Aged up Muichiro - 18+ (bottom Muichiro🙊)
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You and Muichiro were both set out on a mission, and that mission was to clear out an area that was infested with demons. Each time you looked at him you saw his gaze fixated on you. He would look away anytime you caught him.
This would cause distractions for him whenever he fought a demon. He even got hurt when he wasn’t even fighting a ranked demon.
“Muichiro, are you alright?” You asked him, putting your hand on his shoulder and slightly tilting your head to the right.
“Oh! Yes, apologies.” He muttered, his cheeks turning a bit peachy. Something was a bit.. sluggish about him today.
Curiosity got the best of you.
“Muichiro, something is up with you, and you are gonna tell me.” You shot him a quick glare which resulted in him turning his head away.
“Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry if I did..” You frowned, moving beside beside him as your shoulders joined together.
“No, you didn’t.” His gaze started to move slowly downwards as he saw your chest rising and lowering in a bouncing motion as you ran.
No, wait. He can’t do this, right? It’s just being perverted! But just only your voice made him extremely sensitive. As his gaze continued he crashed into a tree that blocked his way.
“Muichiro! Watch out.-“ Is all he was able to hear before he fell down on his back. Sending a wave of pain over him.
You quickly went over to him and reached for his head. “Are you alright?” You asked with a frown on your face.
“ngh..- yeah, I’m alright..” He groaned as he felt stinging on his head. He could feel your warmth on his forehead as you checked it.
Out of instinct he grabbed your hands and clasped them together with his.
“I- oh, I’m sor-“ His sentence was cut off by you crawling on top of him.
“You’ve been quite sluggish this mission.. why’s that? Is something, or should I say someone bothering you?”
He immediately sat up as you took in all of his flushness in. If you would’ve sat there any longer you would’ve felt him getting excited.
“N-no, I just feel a bit tired is all. My crow has been assigning me too many missions.”
“No? Want me to prove it to you?”
He shook his head and you gave him your hand for support. Before he could even fully stand up you pinned him to a tree nearby.
“Don’t think I don’t know about your little secret. You know, I think about you in different types of ways as well..” When you said this, he immediately went star-strucken. Right now?
This is all knew to him. He’d never done this type of stuff before! And that’s why your there to guide him.
“Tell me, what about me attracts you so much? Is it my features or something else?” You asked, a bit intrigued on what his answer was gonna be.
“Your personality is just so kind and your such a sweetheart. Your features are also so nice.. The way you act around kids makes you so bre-“
“Enough.” You spoke before looking at him up and down. “Perfect..” You teased, looking at him as you said so.
You began to kiss his cheeks, neck, and chin.
“Stop teasing me..” He huffed out, his eyes half lidded as he stared at you. A pant escaping his lips.
“Oh? Well alright then..” You spoke softly, as if you were talking to yourself. You began to kiss his lips as if the world was ending.
He tightly closed his eyes. He felt like he was seeing stars around him, poor boy. You pushing up against him and your chest? That would make anyone flustered.
You began to unbuckle his pants before stopping mid way, putting your knee between his legs and grinding on his bulge making him whine a bit. You suddenly stopped and stepped back, leaving him seeing stars.
“Oh well, we have a mission to get to don’t we? So chop-chop and then maybe we’ll have extra time on our hands.”
You walked away from the scene, leaving him a mess and his breath ragged. Why would you leave so early? It only made him want you more. Or is that what you wanted?
He was completely out of it. His hair all messed up and his face red. He would’ve never thought that he would get bottomed by you, out of all people.
“Hurry up Muichiro!” You yelled out to him, causing him to wake up from his day dream and begin to run behind you. While he was thinking of this the whole mission you were peacefully doing your job with no problems as of nothing had happened between the two of you. But you would not be able to do a mission when you had that ‘extra time on your hands.’ later.
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So I’m not that great at nsfw/themes so forgive meee!! 😵‍💫 But anyway, thank you so much for reading!! MWAA .
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rribbons · 2 months
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Gust Of Wind ~
(Muichiro Tokito x Reader Oneshot)
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Harsh rain drops against the dirt were the only thing breaking the silence between you and the Mist Hashira’s training session. The sound of your swords clashing occasionally broke the concentration on fighting in your mind. Leaving you to notice his pale and thin structure which could somehow knock someone unconscious. Can’t trust a book by the cover when it comes to Muichiro, huh. You giggled to yourself.
As thunder began to yell, and clouds began to darken, the unhinged look on his face stayed the same as always. On the other hand, the sudden sounds of the ongoing weather began to startle you enough to the point of you losing your focus on training. THUD. And with another slash from Tokito, you landed on the ground. A burning sensation sprouted from the newly fresh scratch on your thigh that you got yourself after landing on the floor forest floor with all sorts of sharps.
Your face felt a flush of heat spread throughout it as you noticed the familiar turquoise eyes leaning down closer to you. Wish they’d reveal any clue towards what he was feeling at the moment, You thought to yourself. “Sorry, I was startled. We can continue.” You anxiously said to him with your head hanging low just to receive a comforting silence in response. You started to push yourself off the damp ground before suddenly feeling the firm grip of a cold hand. “You’ll slip again just trying to get up yourself, dumbass.” You felt a weight come off your chest as the Hashira’s soothing voice flew through your ears. Though, your heart still pattered like a little girl from how close he was to your body as he lifted you up as cautiously as he could.
As you two arose from the ground, Muichiro suddenly turned his face towards the woods behind him. His unexpected turn alarmed you as you tried peaking behind him, searching for whatever he was looking towards. A rustle came from afar, and with that, Muichiro’s hand lowered from your arm to your waist, gripping you slightly closer to him. Despite him being more comfortable with you due to the close age you guys shared, this was still unexpected coming from the distant young boy you spent so much time with slaying demons. A subtle blush covered your cheeks at the feeling of his hands at your waist.
The footsteps of a creature paced through the surrounding forest, puzzling both your minds. SPLAT. Blood dripped down rapidly from the scratch on your thigh in result of a thick spike being thrown directly towards it. A demon during this thunderstorm? Thoughts flew through your mind as the burning sensation increased in your leg, bringing your eyes to water. Muichiro glanced at you with a new aura surrounding him than before, protectiveness. With a blink of an eye, all you could see was a gust of thick wind before the Hashira had lifted you up onto his back. “I’ll take care of it, rest your leg, Y/N.” His intimidating but soft voice sent tingles down your legs. You laid your head down on his back in hopes that he wouldn’t mind your tiredness or the intimate touch.
Your view consisted of just mist and fog all around, having only the sounds of blade meeting demon skin to give you a hint on what was happening with Tokito. “Gosh, how do you fight and see demons in these conditions,” you mumbled about the Mist Hashira. “It’s my specialty, you know that,” whispered Tokito, just loud enough for only you to hear. You hummed back in agreement as he continued stabbing his sword towards the demon, cautiously enough to not drop you, but violently enough to cause harm to his opponent. Being on the back of such a fine, skilled and attractive guy did make you want to fangirl-ingly kick your feet. Though, you instead closed your eyes in an attempt to take your mind off the fact that you were literally and physically wrapped around him like a backpack.
Seconds turned to minutes as the Mist Hashira continued fighting by himself during the harsh weather just for your safety. Your mind was drifting to another place the more your eyes closed, a quieter place than the thunderstorm you were stuck in at the moment. Despite cold winds blowing over you from the rain pour, you still managed to fall asleep to the feeling of the only guy you found peace within in this deformed reality. Muichiro smiled to himself the slightest bit, once he noticed your breathing pattern had changed to one of a person in slumber. He was unexperienced in the subject of love, but one thing he did know, he just wanted to keep you safe enough to never lose you.
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Your eyes lifted themselves up after feeling like they were under boulders. You felt soft silk on your skin and warmth surrounding you. Wait, what? Your eyes fluttered open in confusion as you noticed a set of warm pajamas on your once wet and cold body from earlier. In confusion, you looked to your side to witness Tokito in his oversized clothes lying beside you, staring down directly at you.
“Someone decided to take a nap on my back during a fight, what a pain in the ass, huh?” His words might have sounded harsh, but his eyes showing nothing but gentleness and sympathy towards you. You let out a small giggle before pointing out the fact he had changed you into warmer clothes of his own. “I just didn’t want you to get everything wet and dirty inside, whatever.” He faced the floor beside the bed to hide his face adorned in pink from you. The corners of your lips rose, forming a smile. It’s now or never, Y/N. You told yourself before anxiously wrapped your arms around him, laying your head down on his chest. Your heart pace relaxed as you felt Muichiro’s hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer onto him.
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sillykawa · 1 year
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Hello lovely people! I need some help finding a giyu tomioka x reader fic.
So basically Giyu and reader are in an arranged marriage (?) They have been for awhile but giyu is hardly ever home and reader just keeps to herself. She is however friends with on of the servants at the estate. But onday there was a demon attack, it killes one of the male servants but Giyuu is able to stop it before it gets to reader. To comfort reader Giyu joins her for a bath and then there is some smut.
If anyone knows this please lemme know 🙇🏽‍♀️
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oatmilkandcookies · 1 year
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U!Sanemi x f!reader hc 1
MDNI, 18+, swearing
the time you fell in the well and he rescued you (angst, fluff ending dont worry)
word count: 2k
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Ok first of all, the afternoon weather was perfect for a nap. It was cloudy with a gentle breeze, and you couldn’t help it when you inevitably dozed off from where you were sitting on the well, back leaned against one of the supporting beams.
Sanemi had left for a village patrol last night so you had no clue when he was coming back. Could anyone really blame you for being so bored you got sleepy?
You know when you’re in the nodding off stage and then you get that sinking feeling where you’re falling and you jolt awake like OH SHIT
Yeah that, but like in your drowsy state you started leaning inwards and you’re actually FALLING INTO THE WELL OHMYGOD
And this is how you know Kami exists because in a world where there isn’t one? You’d be straight up dead.
But you’re not because being jolted awake has left you frozen and unflailing, leading a smooth and unscraped dive into the well-filled well. Hah, you’re still funny even in a life threatening situation.
As soon as you resurfaced, you were lucky AGAIN realising you could feel the sandy bottom of the well when you tiptoe. Okay, so the water’s not deep.
First thing you did was grab the floating bucket, and you immediately regret your decision because the worn out rope that was attached to it? SNAPPED.
Now what? Climb? Okay, so you tried but there were no edges along the stone walls for your pruny fingers to grip on.
Maybe hysteria was starting to sink in or whatever, but you were pretty sure it was the most logical thing to do. You started screaming for Sorai, even though Kami knows where that bird goes off to sometimes.
And this. This is the moment you realise you must’ve been a MONK in your past life, because bless the heavens the bird actually heard you. You could barely make out the black blorb when you looked up, but his anxious caw echoing down confirmed he heard you.
Relief floods you, but then the damn thing fleW AWAY?? WHAT. You knew the Kasugai technically didn’t serve you, but what the hell? You fed the son of a bird. Yeah, and after all that? Leaving you to die? So not cool. Wait.
“IS IT BECAUSE YOU SAW ME EATING YOUR BIRDSEED? I SAID I WAS SORRY!”
Ah fuck, he’s probably gone. You must’ve been in there for at least an hour, and then you saw it.
A flash of lightning. Followed by a loud boom of thunder. And then. Then it started. The thick clouds that hung in the afternoon had come closer to the earth, darkening the sky, and began pouring rain.
Oh no. This is how you were gonna die isn’t it. You knew you should’ve gotten round to fixing the missing planks on the roof of the well when you first got here. This is some sick punishment for your procrastinating. You could feel the water level rising as more and more rain poured down on you.
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Meanwhile, Sanemi was just done with his patrol, strolling back home unbothered by the weather as his breathing technique forms an umbrella of swirling air on top of him, keeping him dry by redirecting the rain away from him. Does he do this just to make himself look cool? Oh yeah, definitely. He’s having his main character moment right here.
That umbrella breaks though, when his stupid crow crashed straight into his chest. Immediately, rainwater thwaps on his entire frame. He’s drenched, pissed and ready to murder the bird.
“WIFE! WELL!”
What the fuck, of course his wife is doing well, he’s been doing a pretty good job of being your husband, if he does say so himself. He smacked the bird away and continues his ruined walk in the rain home.
“WIFE! IN WELL!!”
What?
“SHE FELL! IN WELL!!”
Oh no.
What did you get into this time? He’s sprinting now, and he’s rushed his way home in two minutes when a normal person trying to run through this downpour would probably take three hours.
He fucking jumps over the WHOLE estate to land in the backyard and he’s scrambled over to the well, looking down and it’s only when he sees the faint glint of your hair does he realise you’ve been completely submerged unconscious.
Now Sanemi’s panicking inside, a nasty little voice in the back of his head is 90% sure you’re dead it’s too late you’ve probably been in there for hours by now. You’re a horrible horrible person you can’t even keep your wife alive.
He’s grinding his teeth and he’s tangled his fingers into his hair and tugged so hard his scalp was starting to sting. The increasing rumbles of thunder implying the worsening storm nearing was definitely not helping. Okay, no. He needs to do something. Like now.
So he unsheathes his katana, snapping it in half over his knee and jumping straight into the well.
He lands a careful dive to not crash into you, and he throws your limp body over his shoulder with his forearm. There’s a faint sting in his right hand as the blade digs deeper into his palm and across his fingers.
He jabs both blades into stone and he heaves the both of you up with sheer arm strength alone. Blood is trickling down his entire forearm by this point, but he’s in tunnel vision mode and he’s only focused on stabbing and climbing.
When you’ve both surfaced, he’s quick to throw his blades aside and lay you down to perform CPR.
After a solid few minutes, your body jerked into consciousness as you gagged, a bucketful of well-water vomitted all over yourself.
You’d keep coughing as he shifts you to lean against the well. By this point, the adrenaline rush had crashed, and he feels his blood boil realising the stupidity of the deadly position you put yourself in. And so, he yells.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? I can’t leave you alone for one fucking day just to do my job? I mean, how do you even-”
Sanemi swipes at the wet hair against his forehead with his bloodied hand, but it’s the way you flinched hard that has his throat close up and cut off his shouting.
His heart clenches as you blink owlishly up at him, fat tears rolling down your face as your pale (almost blueish now) lips trembled. Hell, your entire frame was shivering from the cold.
Ah, fuck. Sanemi’s not evil okay, he’s got a heart under that rough exterior. He knew if he was a cute little thing that fell in a well in a bad storm, woke up puking over himself, and the first thing he sees is an angry gremlin screaming at him, he’d be pretty upset too.
So he pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath, and gently lifts you bridal style back into the safety of your home. He’d put you in a spare room with a bunch of fluffy towels and one of his sleeping robes to change into. And he grants you your privacy as he leaves you in that room to start a fire on the irori. He’d still hear the way you’d choke down your sobs though, and he can’t lie, it stings more in his chest than his bleeding hand does when he knows you’re crying because of him.
Once he’s got the fireplace going with a warm flame, he heads back to knock softly before sliding opening the room door when he heard no shuffling.
And Sanemi’s heart absolutely sank. You had positioned yourself into the deepest apology bow you could scrunch yourself into, the dogeza, and you were still trembling from the cold as you tried to stop your sniffles.
“Shujin-”
“Stop that,” he hissed, grabbing your arm to drag you out to the fireplace. He’d loosen his grip when you squeaked in pain, and he’d mumble his softest sorry before he left for his room, leaving you alone to warm your shivering body for the rest of the night.
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Two days have passed since the incident. And you’re doing that thing again. That thing where you punished yourself by kneeling in the kitchen all day, staring blankly like some mindless submissive bitch waiting for her master to tell her what to do. He knew you weren’t eating as well, you felt like you didn’t deserve any food that your gracious life-saving husband put in front of you.
He hates it. He hates that he had hurt you, made you feel like an absolute burden to him just because he had been careless with his words. When in reality you’ve annoyingly wiggled your cute way into his heart, and now he wants to fight the whole world to protect you.
So when he sees the unfortunately familiar look of fatigue start to show on your face, he has to step in. He’d kneel in front of you, and your empty gaze is filled with confusion as your eyes meet.
After a moment of silence as he carefully picks his words,
"Listen, I shouldn't have shouted at you like that. You were in a vulnerable position…and I was… emotional. It's my fault." He'd mutter as he timidly takes your tiny hands in his.
“Okay.”
You got up and left to the backyard which he took as his cue to leave you alone. It took alot of willpower to not peek just to check in on you, so Sanemi finds himself stress making ohagi, immediately inhaling the entire plate (after saving one for you of course).
He starts pacing by the door after cleaning up, and it’s only when he hears a weird tapping sound does he rush outside. He absolutely almost shits himself when he sees you’re on the roof of the well. How the fuck did you even-
You were awkwardly hammering some spare planks to cover up the patches on the roof, and his loud dash had startled you into leaning back.
His eyes widened, and he dives forward just in time to catch you in his arms. He would’ve seen the way your eyes flashed with fear at having him come to your rescue for another stupid reason again, but he had his head tilted back as he lets out a crazed chuckle of relief.
Oh, no. You’ve done it. You’ve broken your husband and now he’s a crazy person that laughs when you almost died. Again.
Your fear is immediately washed away as you lock eyes, and his fondness is overflowing as you look back at him all confused and doe-like.
“You just love finding new ways to get into my arms, don’t you?” He smirked, laughing again when you let out an indignant sound as you pretend-struggled to get out of his grip. Neither of you say it, but you’re both glad the tension between you had dissipated.
He brings you inside and guides you to the lit fireplace and sits you in his lap, letting your back relax into his chest. He'd pinch off a piece of the ohagi he had been saving for you and held it near your mouth, and he keeps it there till you finally give in and begin to nibble your first meal in days.
When you finally work your way around finishing the piece, he'd gently rub your shivering arms. You were still wearing his sleeping robe from two nights ago, he frowned internally. The winter months were coming soon, so he keeps a mental note to look for thicker clothes for you.
You let out a little burp and tried to brush it off with an embarrassed giggle, and he just dies a little inside at how absolutely adorable it was. You’d whisper the sweetest thank you to ever grace his ears and he feels his heartbeat pick up when you nuzzle your head to rest under his chin. But if you even dare to ask, he’d blame the heat from the fire for the reason his face was turning the faintest shade of pink.
You were warm, in your heart and in his embrace, so it was only natural you’d begin to doze off. Sanemi is frozen, he feels the same way anyone does when a cute animal sleeps in your lap. He’s the chosen one.
…and he can’t move if he doesn’t want to risk waking you from your nap.
“Uh…”
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A/N:
BAM! and in one day whaaat. feels good to pump this one out for all of yall ily all my precious lovelies 🥹
just in case I haven’t made it clear, U!Sanemi has 3 main qualities:
1) Absolute SIMP
2) He’s got a down bad case of cuteness aggression
3) He’s an awkward shy boy who doesn’t know how to speak his feelings. He’s really trying though cmon give him a chance 🥺
There’s also two things that fueled this burst of writing, my need to give yall what you want and also… the late afternoon oat milk white chocolate mocha that i absolutely a b s o r b e d
not that that would mean anything its like 2am rn as im uploading this LMAO
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solidestliquid · 1 year
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I came back to tumbler after a long time and it seems @leon-is-a-hoe-for-muzan deactivated her account. Does anyone know why? And how can I find her muzan fanfics? Did she maybe upload them to ao3 or Twitter perhaps?
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loveemii · 2 years
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♡︎~ɪɴᴏsᴜᴋᴇ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ~♡︎
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- 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 “𝗏𝗂𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄“
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t4kalcvr · 9 months
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toxiccluvvv · 2 years
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Beg;
Pairing: Kanae x reader
Content warning: dominant!Kanae, fingering, use of dildo, and oral
Word count: 719 words
Readers sex: Female
This is a request for @thevader49!
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Kanae is the last person anyone would expect to be dominant in a relationship, but her bending you over her knee says otherwise.
You were “bad” in public, she says you were showing your ass off to the world, and for that you deserved to be punished. You whined as you laid on her leg, knowing you couldn’t move without getting punished more.
She smacked your ass with force waiting on you to begin counting, you knew if you didn’t count, it would only get worse. “..one..” you whimpered feeling your panties get wet at the feeling.
She giggled before smacking your ass again, “nice and loud dear.” She reminded you soothing your ass slightly waiting on you to continue. “Two!”
“Atta girl..” she whispered giving you a three more good slaps, “you’re such a good girl for me.. you’re practically dripping all over me princess.” She giggled sliding your thong to the side so she could feel your slick cunt.
You moaned at the feeling of her finger making contact with your slick cunt, “tell me what you want dear.” She purred bringing her finger to her mouth so she could lick it off.
“I want you to fuck me baby! Please!” You pleaded with your girlfriend hoping she would truly show you who’s boss.
She smirked picking you up like you weighed nothing before positioning you on the bed just the way she wanted, ass in the air, ready to take all of her.
She teased you with the tip of the dildo, pushing it into your tight hole slowly. “Beg.” She demanded refusing to move, “please baby! Please fuck me like a slut!” You yelled wanting nothing more than her. She giggled, “your wish is my command dear.”
She slammed into you, not caring if you adjusted to the size or not. Your scream was mixed with pleasure and pain, it was the best fucking pain you’ve ever felt.
“You like that doll?” She asked as she watched your reactions to her filling you up. You could only moan as a response which only brought the woman more pleasure, “Fuck, I want to taste you.” She spoke aloud before suddenly pulling out of you.
She got on her knees, yanking your legs down with her, your stomach laid flat on the bed, as your wet cunt sat in view for her to admire. She felt her mouth water as she looked at your dripping heat.
She flipped you over so you laid on your back, she made sure to keep your legs nice and wide. She held your legs open looking up at you, before placing a small slow lick up your slit.
You moaned gripping the sheets; even the slightest things she does causes a reaction out of you. She giggled as she watched your body squirm waiting for more.
“Please baby..” you whimpered looking down at your girlfriend who had the biggest smirk on her face. “Please what?” She asked squeezing your thighs as she waited for a response.
“Baby! I don’t-“ your thoughts were cut off with a sharp sting on your cunt “who are you protesting?” She asked sternly. “I’m sorry baby! Please eat me out!” You pleaded, wanting nothing more than her.
She smiled rubbing your stinging cunt, “I’m sorry I smacked you so hard dear, I’ll make it up to you.” She spoke before going to work.
She knew exactly how to make you scream; she sucked on your clit slightly before shoving her tongue deep in you, using her nose to tease your clit.
You moaned loudly at the motion throwing your head back at the sudden pleasure, “please don’t stop baby!” You screamed, clutching the bed harder feeling the knot in your stomach tighten.
She giggled before she began to suck on your clit once again, shoving her fingers into your hole, curling them in perfectly.
You gasped feeling yourself cum all over your girlfriends face and fingers, you tried closing your legs, but she held them open with force wanting to see your every move.
You twisted and turned as you rode out your high, she slid up through your open thighs placing a soft kiss on your lips. She reached down rubbing your sensitive clit causing you to hiss
“Don’t get to comfortable, I’m next dear!”
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urfavcalli · 17 days
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Evil's Hero (chapter one)
18+ Only, Minors DNI
Collab w/ @mystk
English isn't our first language, so sorry if the grammar is bad
🌙 = Muzans POV
☀️= GN insert POV
🕰️= Flashback
(Contains; hurt/comfort, slight gore, physical torture, basements (scary), kidnapping, savior complex, waterboarding, sedation, non-consensual sedation, cigarette burns,
Trans-male Muzan, threesome, praise kink, co-dependent Muzan, Hero complex, Muzan is just a little fella, flashbacks, hydrophobia, electrocution, shock collars, comfort sex.)
Kink warning: Torture, Pet play, Bondage, Asphyxiation, Degradation, Praise, Slight Waterboarding, Kidnapping, Collar, Non-con, Cage, Burning, Whipping, Threesome, Femdom, Humiliation, Cockwarming, Aftercare, Punishments.
Couple: GN reader / Muzan /  Female BC we love a good femdom
(None of these things are endorsed by us! We do not write this in a kinky way, this is just being used as a base for the whole “mentally broken” aspect.)
Two people simultaneously wrote this please untwist your panties and don't comment hate!! 🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡
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I’m only vaguely aware of how badly my body aches, the sticky feeling of blood on my skin.
My mind is fuzzy, and I can barely keep my eyes open.
Something in the back of my head is telling me to run, some primal instinct that keeps warning me about danger approaching.
But why should I care? I'm so tired. It couldn't hurt to just close my eyes for a second, could it? 
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I glance back, watching my girlfriend put a bullet through that sick-fucks head. We’ve been on his trail for months now, and I'm just glad we can go back home now. She turns and grins at me “I got the final blow, you're cooking dinner tonight!”. I fake scowl, ruffling her hair and laughing.
And then we hear it, well, she hears it. A small sniffling noise penetrates the silence of the kitchen.
She grimaces and looks at me.
“Sounds like another one of his victims in the basement.”, She sighs. I glance towards what I assume is the basement door and approach it, stopped only by her hand on my shoulder. “We don't know what's down there.”. I grin, looking back at her; “We won't till we go look!”. I shout, and open the door.
The stairs are creaky, but the noise has silenced.
I'm hardly halfway down the stairs when I see it, barreling down the rest of the flight to kneel by his side, as my girlfriend approaches us.
“Fuckin’ hell.” She mutters, looking horrified. 
I'm quick to pry open his eyes, staring at the blown-out pupils with a grimace. “He’s alive, just sedated.” I inform her, a relieved look on her face.
“Poor thing.” she tuts, brushing a bloody, matted, black strand of hair out of his face.
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I wake up in somebody's arms. He hasn't taken me out of the basement before so it's a tad bit surprising. I don't have the energy to fight him, though.
It's embarrassing really, I didn't even notice I was crying till I felt some of the dirt on my face dampen.
I hear water running. Wait- running water ?
I know it's futile deep down, but I do my best to get out of his grip, screaming (As loud as my damaged vocal chords let me, anyways), and desperately trying to wiggle out of his strong grip.
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I try my best to hold him still gently. “Hey buddy, it's okay.”. I'm not the best at soothing people but I'm trying.
“Sir? PLEASE I'VE BEEN GOOD-” His voice is high and panicked; I cringe, thinking about what it could mean. 
“Hey, it's okay- you're okay.” I try my best to be soothing but it only seems to add to his panic,  he kicks and screams and fucking bites me.
This kid has a death grip on me. He won’t let go for anything. “Hey! Let him fucking go!” my girlfriend screams while she tries to wrestle him off of me.
When she finally pins him down, he keeps thrashing around on the tile, struggling with what was left of his strength to get free from her grasp, ‘’Jesus christ, calm down kiddo-’’ it takes him a second, but he pauses looking around as his eyes widen. ‘’W-wha- who are you.’’  His voice is quiet and timid, but endearing in its own way. She sighs, loosening her grip on him. ‘’You’re safe, he’s dead.’’
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Dead?
Dead?
Dead?
For a second, everything is blissful, the idea of that sick fuck being dead running through my head over and over again.
He’s DEAD
Does this mean I can go home?
Am I free?
My head feels clear for the first time in months, the numbing fog disappearing from my brain.
I look at the woman holding me down, blinking away tears as my eyes focus-
‘’My name’s [name]’’ she sighs, letting go of me.
The person holding me earlier grimaces, offering a hand to me.
“And my name’s [name]” the other man says, while checking the bath’s temperature. “I think it’s ready for you, kiddo.”.
My eyes go wide when I realize he wants me to take a bath. Before he can say anything else, I sprint out of the bathroom and down a hallway. I immediately get lost, and start checking door handles, looking for an unlocked room.
I hear yelling coming from the bathroom. I think they’re arguing. As soon as I hear a door click open, I run inside and quickly shut the door. Then, I scan my surroundings, looking for a place to hide.
As I hear footsteps get closer to where I am, I start to panic, and the memories come flooding back to me
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Two months ago
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‘’Just fucking- GOD!’’ he curses, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me back by it- I know I'm crying, but I'm beyond the point of being ashamed of it.
He glares at me and I know ive made a mistake,- ‘’You fucking bitch I was going to go easy on you.’’ he’s yelling in my face and I’m sobbing but- of course he doesn’t care, he’d have to be able to feel for him to care.
He grabs the back of my neck, pushing me into the far too hot water.
And he holds me under the water.
Then I feel it. The electric shocks in the water. He’s starting on a medium voltage, but keeps turning it up after each shock. I’m going to die, I think.
I’m trying to wiggle out of his grip, but there’s no use. My panic rises every second I'm held under the water, my oxygen rapidly depleting. 
But before my mind can even start thinking of worst case scenarios, he yanks me out of the water. I stumble back and hit my head on the concrete. 
“STOP WIGGLING AROUND YOU USELESS SLUT- Actually, I have a better idea. I’ll make sure you can’t move around.”. He reaches into his drawer and grabs-
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It takes a second to break down the door, I cringe internally seeing the smaller man curled up on the floor, bawling his eyes out.
‘’Jesus- it's alright kiddo.’’ [name] Soothes, gently cradling him in her arms.
I don’t know why, but I feel a spark of envy ignite within me upon seeing how she cradles him. I do my best to squash it- feeling stupid for even considering being jealous of him. I know she loves me, but I still feel insecure at the sight of her coddling another man.
Soon enough, we’re all back in the bathroom, sitting on the floor beside the bath. The boy is only in his boxers, eyeing the water with a worried look.
She’s staring wide-eyed at the scars and bruises covering his body, her eyes giving away the guilt she feels at not being here sooner- at not being able to save him some of the pain, despite how hard she tries to keep her expression blank. I can’t even begin to imagine how he got half of the injuries on his body, they’re so intense it's terrifying to see. I’m mad at myself for being jealous of him, realizing now that he didn't even want to be touched- let alone held in the moment.
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quinnofthedawn · 3 years
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ALRIGHT my requests are finally OPEN
I will be taking only headcanon requests for now
The fandoms i will be righting for are; Demon Slayer, The Seven Deadly Sins, and Fairy Tail!
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ilovejustebelmont · 2 years
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genya shinazuwaga crush hcs
warnings: corny
pronouns: none
the first time genya ever saw you was at the butterfly estate one evening. You, tanjiro, zenitsu, and inosuke had returned from a mission and inosuke and zenitsu were fighting about something probably stupid, while tanjiro tried desperately to break them apart.
Anyways you were too tired to pay any attention to inosuke and zenitsu and focused your attention to the moving clouds above. genya, who had also just returned from a mission to see the yellow boy and boar head fighting. he noticed you standing apart from them staring at the clouds moving above.
he thought you were adorable
Like a cute little baby bunny?,!,?:7:82$:
he could NOT stop thinking of you after that. your cute face would always pop up in his mind.
Eventually, you guys came into acquaintance and knew each other (less than barely bc he was like super shy)
you were kinda upset that you weren’t able to know him more because he was quiet but you did your best, always striking up a conversation full of questions, constantly trying to make him comfortable.
soon enough genya did start to open up to you and saw you as his good friend. you guys occasionally met with each other and talked.
sometimes he would see things that he thought was interesting, like weird shaped rocks or pretty flowers and he would give it to you
you didn’t think much of it but always kept those items safely in a box
eventually genya started to realize he had a huge crush on you but he got kinda scared:(( bc he was afraid of your rejection or maybe the judgement of others if they found out he liked you and he kinda went quiet after that, which made you very upset bc you couldn’t understand why.
“genya? why aren’t you talking anymore?” you tugged on his sleeve.
he was about to die of the adorableness on your face (but also the guilt of not being able to talk to you poor boy)
“Genya??” you whined trying to look him in the eye, with him trying to avoid yours.
Him ignoring you made you more upset and you let go of your sleeve to pout. “hmph.” you almost turned to leave when you felt his hand grab your waist and pull you into a hug.
You were kinda startled and just stood there for a moment.
He pulled back to ((try)) to look you in the eye but he was blushing so hard. “I-I like you!” He blurted out before shutting his eyes in embarrassment
“Huh? Of course I know you like me.” you said staring at him and tilting your head in confusion
He opened his eyes, also confused. “You know I like you?” He asked
“Yeah! You’re my friend, aren’t you?”
“Wait! No I meant I like like you…” he mumbled.
“like like?” you questioned, before the realization hit you.
You felt your cheeks heat up. “Oh!” you squeaked. “Uhm…oh…I like you too.” you said back.
He probably fainted right then and there
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softscummymammon · 3 years
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€Male Hashira React to Their MALE S/O Coming Out As Asexual€
••Part 1 ||→ Giyu, Rengoku, Obanai
••Part 2||→Sanemi, Gyomei, Tengen
→+*:;;:*Demon Slayer Headcanon*:;;:*+←
I have decided not to do Muichiro because of the context that he is 14 years old. Due to this, I will not be adding him to the fic. Though this is about asexuality, and therefore the lack of sex, it is still considered wrong to me.
←Sanemi Shinazugawa→
Really, you were kinda shitting your pants at the idea of coming out to Sanemi. You know he's only abrasive and stubborn because of his past, but sometimes reading him is like asking Gyomei what color shirt you should wear.
Aka, pretty much impossible.
But you both were in a committed relationship, and you didn't want to feel like you were leading him on. There is also the possibility of him feeling like you had higher expectations. Knowing how that feels, you never wanted your boyfriend to feel like that.
So, deciding to get this over with and be blunt, which really is the only way you can approach this like this with Sanemi, you sat him down after his afternoon training. When he heard your voice and how serious you were, he made no move to object beside the occasional grumble.
His normally scowly face turned inquisitive as you sat at the chabudai. He sat across from you and asked what you needed him for. Steeling yourself, you tell him you're asexual, and have no or little desire to have any sexual activity. Making sure Sanemi didn't blame himself was key. Otherwise, he'd blame himself.
His face blanks for a second, then he asks if he made you uncomfortable in anyway. You tell him no, that you trust him to control himself, but some touches just can't happen. Sanemi starts to get a little irritated and asks then what is comfortable to you then? You try to calmly explain that cuddles are fine, soft touches on the shoulders, arms and head are fine, kisses too, as long as it doesn't get too heated.
Sanemi takes a few breaths, but explains to you that he has needs too; sexual needs he wanted to carry out with you since you're special to him. You can't help the tears that start to fall, but Sanemi is quick to sit by your side and wipe them away. He's cursing himself out and telling you he's sorry while you're trying to say you understand and feel sorry you're limiting the his show of love.
It gets so hectic, Sanemi leans forward and head butts you. Nothing like that brat did to him, but it was enough to catch your attention. He firmly apologizes for any misstep he took, and shushes you when you trying interrupting him. He carries on saying his love for you can be expressed in more ways than sex ever could, so he'll just have to get creative. Sanemi loves you dearly, and he doesn't want his lack of self control to be the end what the beautiful thing you both had.
So, he does. Whenever he gets that urge he'll leave and deal with it, then come back and pamper you till you both fall asleep or take a nap. He's still weary about how he touches you, but confident hands on your part will ease his hesitancy. Sanemi also becomes super over protective. He'd glare and growl at anyone that gets too close.
He can't grope you like he would have done originally. So, to combat those people that can't seem to think through their brains, he uses his wind breathing style to quite literally blow them away.
←Himejima Gyomei→
Trust and commitment was always an issue of Gyomei. But once he opens himself up, he is unwavering in his care. He loves you dearly, and he takes this relationship seriously. So why have you been avoiding him?
Gyomei sighed heavily and settled down near the water stream. Thinking over the day within his memories, he recounted how you seemed to have been anxious. Himejima may not be able to see, but he can hear your emotions clear as day, your anxious heart and breathing.
The water rushing through the stream eased him slightly, but the memory of your fear put him on edge. He never liked when you felt anything negative. Himejima always wanted to hear that smile on your face and laugh in your speech.
Standing up, Gyomei listened for your heart beat and followed it towards your shared home. Ever since this relationship became serious, you both decided living in Gyomei's home was the best idea since it had more medical supplies and felt more lived in. So it was an easy walk he figured out leads to the training area in the back of the house.
Opening a sliding door that leads to the Zen garden you helped him plant, he found you setting next to the water fountain you both had chosen as an added on feature. Sitting down next to you, he heard you sigh and felt you lean into his side. Gyomei wrapped a careful hand around your waist and let you get whatever was bothering you out your self.
Mustering up your confidence, you suddenly blurt out that you believe you are asexual. He pauses and let's the thought wash over him, trying to remember where he had heard that term before. Now that he recalled, one of the many older children he had helped before becoming a demon slayer had confided with him about the exact same thing.
With a careful voice, he addressed your rising nervousness, " Sex was never my end goal with you, my Rock. My only goal that I ever had was to make you happy. If you believe that sex would only ever make you uncomfortable, or that being sexually active on a regular basis is unnecessary, then I will do whatever it takes to love you thoroughly another way. "
He embraced you that night, feeling the coolness of the sun slowly setting behind the hills. Gyomei held you close to his chest as he rocked you back and forth, setting a firm, callused, yet somehow soft hand on the back of your neck to keep you still and comfort you.
Himejima no longer tolerated you being around people that he could tell made you uncomfortable. He knew all too well how dangerous and capable you could be when you wanted to, but he also wanted to get that feeling of accomplishment when he successfully guarded you away from those he knew where only trying to get with you for something other than your opinion. Besides, it was rather easy to just walk up behind them and set a hand on their shoulder to scare them off.
← Tengen Uzui→
To say that you were nervous with your most recent, yet blatantly obvious, discovery was an understatement. Being with Uzui was a whole other thing in on its own, and you had to overcome hurdles like any couple to be together. For one, it was rather odd to you that he already had three wives, beautiful women that could give him anything he wanted, yet he still chose to date you.
It unnerved you, a little. Though it was common in your home country that having multiple married partners was common, you always felt like you were encroaching on their daily lives.
But, they always made a show of accepting you. Even going as far as to invite you to their gatherings and trips to the city for shopping and sight seeing. You had an amazing time with them, but you can never get away from their....steamy stories. They always got blushy when recalling their first times with Tengen. It never ceased to make you uncomfortable, and they would always tease you about having to excuse your self when the topic of their sex lives came up.
Now that you thought back on it, it was glaringly obvious how you came up with your discovery in sexuality. Though it was already said, you were nervous. Nervous about what Uzui would think, about how his wives would think, and your standing in the relationship would turn. If you even had a relationship after this to begin with.
But, this needed to come out, and you don't think you'd be able to continue to live in a relationship where you couldn't be yourself. So, you had called them all in. It was a lot more intimidating than you would have imagined it to be. All four of them sat around the table with you, each had a different expression on their face.
Tengen set a firm hand on your thigh, trying to give you a supporting hold, but it only made your nerves stand on end. Taking a deep breath, you took his hand into your own and lifted it to sit firmly on the table. Tengen blinked in surprise, as did Suma, Hinatsuru, and Makio.
Deciding to not beat around the bush this time, you tell your recent discovery about being asexual. The silence given afterwards was very...tense. They looked in between each other for quite sometime, likely having a silent convention you weren't privy to even try and understand. It started to get suffocating, and it felt like you couldn't breathe.
You quickly made your way out of their. Standing up quickly and getting out of the room despite your name being called out by four other voices. Getting to your room within Uzui's home, you close the door and lock the door. Going to your futon, you breathe deeply in and out while tears stream down your face.
Footsteps made you freeze. And a soft whisper of your name made you look up towards your door. Hearing a slight thump, you can only imagine as Tengen sits against the locked door and calls out your name again. Sighing, you get up and sit on the other side of the door, giving him a chance to hear you.
Uzui makes sure you're okay before telling you that he was sorry. He explained that he didn't mean for allowing your anxieties to eat away at you like they did, and expressed his wish to be able to help you with them like a good partner should. He tells you that he loves you no matter what, and Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru agree. He didn't mean to make you uncomfortable with his touch either, and his wives apologize for not seeing how uncomfortable you were listening to them talk about their past experiences.
Listening to them, you could hear that they were genuine. So, you stood up and unlocked the door, immediately getting engulfed in a hug by the man himself. Sighing, you felt so much better for being accepted. Leaning into his embrace, you were swept off your feet with a yell and layed down on your futon where he and his partners cuddled up around you.
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demxnscous · 3 years
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PART II
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wc: 3.4k
pairings: f!part-demon!reader x tomioka
contains: childhood friends to enemies to lovers, angst all around, suppressed feelings, eventual confessions, protective!tomioka, get a knife to cut this tension geez, slow-burn but at a fast pace, eventual romance, sfw content
warnings: none
a/n: please appreciate the ending of this chapter to the beginning of the first
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There was no discerning where Minth’s squalling began and where the boy’s ended. In the span of a mere few seconds, the situation had escalated to that of the boy sprinting blindly through your living room and kitchen, avoiding the furniture, but clipping his side with a howl of distress more often than not. Minth was quick to follow at his tail, flapping recklessly with outstretched claws to grab at what clothing and hair she could manage.
It was, simply put, an utter mess.
No matter the amount of times either Tomioka or you attempted to quell the situation, the boy would only panic more, the volume of his shouts increasing alongside it.
And only after your nth verbal signal directed at Minth, did the falcon cease her pursuit and settle at your side rather than her perch: overturned from the boy’s sudden entrance. You avoided placing your hands anywhere near the bird, lest she decide to take her frustrations out on you rather than something else.
The boy, however, remained huddled in a corner; wide-eyed and blanched skin, his relentless muttering near incoherent as he ran pale fingers through his hair, pulling at the tufts of yellow and orange.
You truly didn’t have words.
Tomioka merely stood in front of the boy, his stature daunting as he spoke, “I thought you were staying in the nearest town at an inn.”
A few veins had begun to protrude from the boy’s neck and forehead as a result of the intense stress, “Well--you see--I was. I was, until the innkeeper kicked me out.” At this, a nervous chuckle escaped his dry lips, “I don’t know why he kicked me out, everything was fine--fine--until he came knocking on my door telling me to leave. To leave, as if I had somewhere else to go--”
As his rambling continued on, telling the rest of his story with odd pauses and strained emphasis in his words, Tomioka’s face grew bored. The blue of his eyes roved jadedly along the walls, taking into account menial details of your home to pass the time. And when the boy finished, Tomioka simply hummed his agreement before forcefully ushering him from the living room and to bed.
It was late.
The fatigue of the day was evident enough on the both of you.
“How many bedrooms do you have?” Tomioka was placing the wooden perch upright, bolting the front door’s numerous locks after he ensured the structure wouldn’t fall again.
“Just the one.”
He nodded, shucking his haori off and draping it on a kitchen chair, “They all probably took your room then; I’ll sleep on the floor, you can have the couch.”
A simple “How generous” fell on an exhale from your mouth. If Tomioka heard your retort, he didn’t acknowledge it.
Hell, he didn’t acknowledge most things.
“That boy--what’s his name?” Sitting carefully on the couch, your attention followed Tomioka as he plucked a pillow from beside you and tossed it to the fur rug that lay spread at your feet.
Tomioka walked away again, his voice carrying across the small room, “Why, do you plan on adding him to your death toll?”
“I don’t have a ‘death toll.”
“I must be mistaken then.” He was closer now, beside you in an instant that had you blinking as he stared at you, “You should consider picking training up again. You’re losing your edge.”
And when you looked down to where a sudden pressure had sprung against the pulse of your wrist, you found rope. Perfectly tied.
Your focus dragged up, eyes boredly half-lidded. But to your surprise, Tomioka silently continued his work--this time, on himself.
“If you move in the night,” he finished the matching knot on his own wrist, “I’ll be able to feel it. If you cut the rope, I’ll be able to tell.”
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“Get on.”
Looking from your bound wrists to the tacked horse, you frowned, “I need my hands to get on a horse.”
“You have them,” Tomioka nodded his head toward the saddle, “get on. We’re wasting daylight.”
It was pathetic, really, the way Tomioka had practically dragged your fatigued body out of your home to the ramshackle stables in the back. He and his companions had all traveled here by foot; why they didn’t invest in some form of transportation was beyond you, but Tomioka was more than willing to utilize what he found on your property. Whether you agreed to it or not.
The dappled grey gelding in front of you was Hyresti, a large draft with a soft-spoken nature. On the other hand, Isnyth, the stocky bay mare, had a temperament to rival Minth’s. Although you refrained from voicing this information as you watched Tanjiro and Zenitsu attempt to get on Isynth, your features tinged in amusement. Inosuke had outright refused to ride either mount, claiming he’d rather walk, leaving Tomioka to ride with you.
The latter cleared his throat impatiently, “If you’d prefer to walk with Inosuke, you’re free to do so.”
At this, your lip curled into a sneer. Linking your wrists over the horn of the saddle, you used the ropes as leverage to lift yourself into the seat, adjusting your position once you settled. Tomioka mounted Hyresti next before tying another rope from your wrists to the saddle horn. With a final tug, he leaned back, though his body remained uncomfortably pressed against yours.
There was a thought that flitted through your mind. A cursory one. But despite its brevity, your body was already moving.
More specifically, your head.
And when the crown of your skull came in jarring contact with Tomioka’s nose, a broken grunt sounded from behind. You should’ve done this before Tomioka had tied the rope from your bindings to the saddle, but now was the moment to escape. Knowing him, you wouldn’t be provided with another out; there would be no more mistakes.
With your left leg lifted from the gelding’s side, you threw the muscle against Tomioka’s waist, curling around him to ensure your leg had enough grip to do so as you leaned forward. The sudden movement sent him sprawling off the horse, and nearly caused you to lose your own balance. Frantic shouts from the other three boys reached your ears, but you weren’t listening. Spurring Hyresti on, the gelding bolted wildly from the chaos, Minth soaring behind from a tree she’d carefully hid in.
You knew this forest, befriended this forest, recognized each branch and bramble as they blurred past in a whirl of greens and browns.
They did not.
Hyresti breathed frantically beneath you, nostrils flaring as heavy hooves hit packed dirt and leaves. Minth was silent as a wind, wings streamlining through air currents and claws tucked tightly against her belly.
For as much as the adrenaline wiring through your veins staved off the pain of your wound, it could only do so much. Forcefully dismounting Tomioka had taken a toll on the laceration and may very well have reopened it--again.
It was a worry for later.
As of right now, your main concern was the impending sound of another set of hooves gaining upon you.
Shit.
Throwing a hurried glance over a shoulder, you found Tomioka riding Isnyth only a little ways behind, the poor mare throwing her head with eyes wide enough to show the whites of them.
You may not have continued your training to climb the Corps ranks like Tomioka, but years of honing this new form and a mouthful of demon blood to drip down your throat was enough. Focusing in on the wound of your back, you called forth the thick blood that lay beneath the bandage, allowing it to travel up your spine and to your shoulder, down your arm to curl around the tips of your fingers. It was a naïve idea, a child’s pitiful last dream, but you were left with no options. Calling forth the Blood Demon Art would leave you weak in the end, but if it worked…if it worked--
An abrupt heat filled your senses.
A warm, choking heat.
Your lungs seemed to scathe as they contracted terribly, the air in your body escaping with strangled exhales.
There was a movement of yellow and red to your right, a brief flicker, but enough to spook Hyresti and cause the gelding to buck frantically. The filled packs cinched to either side of the saddle opened with the bustle, sending its contents to scatter along the forest floor and you to sprawl alongside them when the horse gave a particularly violent jerk.
You weren’t done. Not yet.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” A male voice, proud and deep, announced almost excitedly from out of your line of vision. Until he was right in front of you, smiling grandly with surprised eyes that reminded you much like that of a bird’s, “I’ve heard so much about you!”
The feeling of your chest squeezing as if to expel all the oxygen left in your lungs returned again. Grabbing for your throat as you suffocated without any apparent cause, you felt your consciousness titter on the brink of falling. And when it did, a moment of clarity became your final thought.
The Fire Pillar.
The damned Fire Pillar.
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A forefinger and thumb pinched your chin, tilting your head from side to side as if to inspect in reverence, “--pretty little thing--” one voice said, likely belonging to the calloused hand that touched you.
“That’s enough.” Tomioka’s voice.
The weight of the hand disappeared, your chin drooping without the support to keep it righted. All of your sensations felt heavy, your eyelids only slitting open before falling once more to the sweet promise of rapture.
Drugged, you thought acridly, again.
More voices laced the air around; voices of men and women, younger and older.
Someone jostled your shoulder, impatience wreathing the gesture, “Wake up. You have some explaining to do.” You didn’t recognize this one.
However, the word ‘salts’ reverberated on the mouths near you before a distant, wretched scent disrupted the haze of the drug and caused your eyes to open feverishly, your legs--unbound, unlike your wrists--thrashed beneath you to escape the smell of the salts that a woman with a butterfly hair pin waved under your nose.
She smiled sweetly, rising from her crouch and walking behind you to where Tomioka stood, “She’s all yours,” the woman spoke, patting him mockingly.
Tomioka gave no response.
An odd quiet befell on those who stood farther back, as if in wait. That is, until, a man with bluntly cut hair to his shoulders exited from the building in front of you, accompanied by two twin girls. He was moderately tall with terrible scarring over his eyes.
A tincture of curiosity curled around your furrowed brows, but Tomioka’s hand at the back of your neck gripped tightly enough to disrupt your unspoken questions as he pressed your head to the ground--into a similar position of his own.
This must be the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps, then.
Over excessively, an unknown male voice called out a greeting, to which the leader responded with one of his own.
“My children,” the blind man prefaced again, “what have you brought me on this strange day?”
The bodies behind you stood based on the shifting of gravel at their feet, Tomioka rising at the same moment and hauling you up to your knees beside him. He stated your name aloud to the leader.
His features were blank--impassive.
It was the first time you’d heard him say your name in years. God only knew when the last time had been. Except, you did, you just weren’t aware of it.
The last time your name called from his lips was the last he’d seen of you. Bloodied, frightened, and desperate; your claws clenching around his throat, pricking the soft skin there; his sword pressed to the base of your neck, barely enough to create a shallow cut.
It was all too much.
“My dear, is it true?” The leader directed his question to you, shattering your descension into memories best left alone, “Have you fallen?”
The crease between your brows returned, “If you’re asking if I’ve been turned--yes, I have. But it wasn’t by choice.”
He gave a considering nod, hair swaying gently with the movement, “I see. And the daylight, does it not bother you?”
“Not anymore.”
“Well, in that case, I have many questions for you. In the meantime: would you like a warm bath? Something to fill your stomach, perhaps?”
The unexpected turn of hospitality released a trembling exhale from you.
All this time, your body had been tense with the anticipation of waiting to fight for your life. Waiting for the final blade to sever your head from your shoulders.
It truly is just a waiting game, isn’t it?
Wait to be born, wait to grow, wait to learn your lessons while you wait for the ability to speak and walk.
Wait to be mercilessly maimed in the night of your own bed.
And you waited. You were never given a choice.
“Yes.” The single word from you was soft but firm, “Yes, that would be nice.”
The man smiled understandingly--such a considerate smile, “As you wish. Tomioka,” his head didn’t turn in the direction of the young man, only his declaration, “since you know this girl best, I shall leave her in your care and hands. She is a guest from this moment onwards and she will be treated as such. However, if she begins to pose a threat to the safety of those at this sanctuary, do take care to act accordingly if warranted.”
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The threat was veiled enough.
Step out of line and there will be a corresponding consequence.
Even with the hostile promise, you had no intentions of doing such. You were weak, injured, and surrounded by The Pillars. It would not end kindly for you.
And their disregard for your being a liability was terribly blatant. It was nearly offensive.
Although, now, two women stood on either side of you, each with a stiff grip on your arms as they led you down hallway after hallway. Tomioka strolled silently behind the three of you, careful to maintain his distance, but close enough to intervene if you so much as breathed any means to cause calamity.
“This way.” The woman to your left muttered, yanking slightly on your bruised bicep to lead you into a bathing room. Her hair and the lower half of her face had been covered in cloth, identical to the other woman, making it difficult to discern the tone of her voice with the way her words became slightly muffled.
The aromas of the bathing chamber were delightfully pleasant as you inhaled them greedily. Your own body smelled of days worth of filth left untouched during your unconscious travel from your home in the forest to, what appeared to be, the Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters.
“Do you have a preference for fragrance?” The other woman spoke now, her voice distinct in the way it held an accent.
You answered with a simple ‘no’ and watched the women silently grab for plush towels, new sponges, and seemingly expensive bottles of oils and soaps. In the corner, Tomioka leaned against the wall, eyes narrowed in a way that could be deemed scrutinizing in your direction. Watching, waiting for you to make a wrong move.
A hand grabbed for the buttons of your tunic, another set made to remove your shoes. You whirled around to look at the women currently occupied with undressing you before wresting out of their grasp and stumbling backwards, appalment smeared on your eyes and mouth, “What the hell?” Out of the corner of your vision, Tomioka reached soundlessly for his sword.
“If you don’t want us to undress you, be quick about it. We don’t have all day.” The woman without the accent said, crossing her arms before gesturing to your stained clothing.
“What about him?” You tossed your chin in the direction of Tomioka, disbelief evident in your voice at the way these women expected you to undress and be bathed in front of him as if you were a pet.
He stirred from his place in the corner, “I’m only here to keep you in line, not to watch.” At this, Tomioka made a point to keep his gaze on the opposite wall, careful in the way he avoided you.
It was demeaning.
To strip yourself of sweat-soiled clothing with hesitant hands, to step out of your shoes and pants before removing your undergarments while the two women waited and Tomioka busied himself to inspect the blade of his sword. Your body very nearly curled in on itself the moment your last covering fell to the floor with one arm wrapped around your bare chest and the other protectively around your stomach. The humid air in the bathing rooms was warm against your skin, but your thighs pressed together to cover the apex between.
Yes, it was humiliating.
Even more so when the accented woman chided you like a mother as she said, “A body is a body. We’ve seen it before, girl. Now, get in before the water turns cold.”
A scathing response was bit back on your tongue as you stepped into the bath, still grasping what dignity you continued to retain, and settled for a glowering glance toward the woman. Her chin tilted up in defiance, but her body pitched back in the slightest manner.
She’s terrified.
Cautiously, you stepped into the tub, near wincing at the heat of the water, but once your body was fully submerged, the heat was welcome as it loosened tense muscles and created a fogginess not just on the mirrors but in your thoughts.
The accented woman, taller than the other now that you looked closer, poured a sweet-scented oil into the water, while the other lifted a sponge tentatively to your skin.
“Wait.” Tomioka broke his silence, crossing the distance between the two of you.
Instinctively, you sunk lower into the water, bringing your legs up to your chest as you wrapped your arms around them.
“The two of you can leave, I can take it from here.”
The shorter woman blinked repeatedly, baffled, “You mean to bathe her?”
“No,” Tomioka answered, “but it would be in your best interest to leave.”
All of the strain that had been diluted into the water returned near instantaneously, your body frigid with the promise of a fight.
“We have some catching up to do.” His final words to the women were dismissive, an order they heeded by leaving in a swift flurry of black and white clothing.
The sound of a sliding door clicking shut had never seemed so ominous.
You watched out of your peripheral as Tomioka dragged a stool to the side of the tub, sitting to face away from you. Swallowing thickly, you reached for a glass bottle of soap, dripping it onto the sponge that the woman had abandoned, “You tried to kill me.” Your voice was a near murmur.
Tomioka understood you weren’t referring to when he encroached on your home in the forest, “I did.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
The sponge squelched as you gripped it painfully, running it over your shoulders and collarbone, “Yes, you do.”
He hummed, running a hand down the lower half of his face as he’d done back in your home, “I was ordered to. I didn’t realize my mistake until there was no returning from it.”
“I begged you not to.”
When Tomioka spoke again, it was strained, “I know.”
“It left a scar.” You brought the sponge to your throat, scrubbing at where Tomioka’s blade had once been, “It’s gone now.”
There was a pocket of quiet, the sound of dripping water filling the hush before he spoke up.
“I’m sorry.”
Turning your head to look at the young man, a muscle flickered at the edge of his jaw.
His index finger had begun tapping on the handle of his blade, “I’m sorry I couldn’t have stopped it from happening--that I hadn’t been able to help you.”
You pressed your lips together, throat near constricting, “I don’t want to be here.”
“I know.”
“And you fucking drugged me.”
You didn’t see the wince cross over Tomioka’s expression, “It was for the safety of yourself and the others.”
Setting the sponge on the lip of the tub, you braced your forearms against your knees, “You should have left me to rot.”
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UNLESS (sanemi x f!reader) Pt. 2
MDNI, 18+ angst, swearing
Pt. 3 >
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warnings: arrangedmarriage!au, angst/fluff, MANGA SPOILERS
household (hous-hohld, -ohld)
the people of a house collectively; a family including its servants.
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Part Two (Honeymoon Phase)
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When the Hashiras began retiring to their own homes after your wedding dinner, you bid your final goodbyes to the staff in the Ubuyashiki mansion as you left in tow of Sanemi with a cloth that was neatly tied to contain your only other set of haori and kimono.
The walk to the Shinazugawa estate was an awkward one as you tried to keep up with Sanemi’s breeze-like pace. He would slow down when he realised you were a few paces too far behind him to his liking, but you would do the same when you felt you were too close to him. What the hell? It was almost as if you were mocking his efforts to be considerate…or were you simply repulsed to be near him?
Either way, it ended with him feeling pissy upon reaching his place. As he silently guided you through the main foyer and into the front door, you noticed how dusty the whole mansion looked. The overgrown natural landscape surrounding the property and the lack of a caretaker were other indicators that Sanemi clearly wasn’t a homebody; and perhaps he was a workaholic, too busy jumping into every demon-slaying mission that came his way to care for the state of his “home”.
You both came to a stop in the living room, and the silence had become too thick and unbearable that he decided to be the one to break it.
“I’m not sharing a room with you.”
I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.
“Just mind your own business and live however the hell you did at Oyakata-sama’s place.”
Make yourself at home.
“Fuck off.”
I respect your privacy.
Ugh, why do the words in his head always come out of his mouth in the worst way? This was probably why Master Ubuyashiki felt the need to intervene in his love life. He was damn sure he would die alone if it weren’t for this stupid arrangement.
You watched your husband grumble to himself as he wandered off to his own bedroom. It was only after you heard the echo of a sliding door slam shut that you began exploring the common areas of the house.
You tried to keep your footsteps soundless as you immediately made yourself comfortable in the pantry, finding an empty shelf to put your things on. The door in the corner was too tempting to resist, and you were glad you didn’t as you discovered it led to a back garden.
The stone walls were crawling with vines, the tall grass growing in uneven patches and a dried-up pond in the middle of everything that was probably once a centerpiece to a beautiful backyard. There was a quaint little well in the corner which made you relieved about not having to leave the estate to find a river for water. There was definitely much work to be done around the place and you were glad you weren’t going to end up as some weird trophy wife just kept away indoors.
You made your way back in to the pantry, dragging a sack of rice to lean against the wall as your pillow. You began removing your obi, and your heart almost fell to the floor as a sudden squawk from behind you made you jump. Beady eyes stared at you with a tilted head as you realised the crow must be Sanemi’s Kasugai. He must have flown in when you left the back door open.
“Hello,” you muttered softly as you came closer to him, giggling when he nuzzled his head into your touch.
“Hello! I am the Wind Hashira’s crow, Sorai, and it is my honour to be of your service,” he preened as you searched around for some seeds and a small bowl of water for him.
“You are very kind ma’am, I shall watch over you as you sleep,” he noticed as you laid the items out.
It was almost comical how the crow bent his wing and bowed in thanks, and you returned the gesture as you bid him goodnight.
Two walls down, from where the wind Hashira was leaning against his bedroom wall, Sanemi can’t help but wonder why the fuck was he eavesdropping on his own wife, and suddenly so annoyed at his goddamn bird?
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You had woken up early the next morning, when it was still dark, to prepare a simple breakfast of steamed buns which you had kept covered next to a sleeping Sorai. With your sleeves rolled up, you set about sweeping and wiping every surface in the dusty living room; it only took an hour for you to be done cleaning, and you had laid out the food on the table before scampering back into the pantry when you heard one of the room doors slam open.
You listened as his footsteps paused in the living room, and then continued towards the front door, slamming it shut as he left. You couldn’t help the wince when you peeped and saw he didn’t touch the food you had prepared. You gave the buns to a freshly awake Sorai and told him to share with his other crow friends, which led to you opening the back door for him to fly off. Welp, guess you had the whole place to yourself.
You knew Master Ubuyashiki had given Sanemi a week off of Hashira duty as a “honeymoon” so where could your new husband possibly be going? A slight frown remained on your face for the rest of the day as you opened all the windows and cleared the piling dust in the common areas of the house. When evening came, you laid dinner out and sat on the pantry floor waiting until you dozed off, waking up with a jump when you heard the front door slam open. You heard his footsteps pause again in the living room, and then head off into the bedroom area.
This time, you couldn’t help the stab to your pride. Was your cooking not good enough for him? It seemed like a distant memory, but you could recall the times when your father’s dissatisfaction with his wives’ cooking meant no food for all the women in the estate, and how the mothers would fight for scraps to feed their hungry daughters. This custom was supposed to protect the women in your village, where they could only eat whatever food was left after the men, not only because it was their duty to deem what was worthy of being eaten by the precious women, but also to protect them from being poisoned. However, it had ultimately manifested into another way of controlling the ladies that were supposed to be cherished.
You felt dread creep inside you as you decided…maybe all that grooming since birth had amounted to nothing after all. It only made sense that your cooking was not Hashira worthy, and the solution to your inadequacy was to be better, work harder for his approval…or end up starving and pathetic.
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Sanemi knew that it would be the courteous model husband thing to greet you each morning or at the very least tell you where he was going, but he just felt so damn awkward; how was he supposed to treat you like you were a part of his household, when he was never around enough for it to feel like a home anyways? It’s not like he was leaving each day to clown around in the village like Uzui probably would. He was training everyday, he didn’t care that the Master gave him the week off, he could never let his guard down, not while demons still roamed the earth.
The week was almost over and he had decided…maybe he should take a break for the last two days and try to establish some sort of dynamic with you. It’s with this decision that led to him ending his training in the forest early and sneaking onto the roof to…observe? yeah observe, you. You’re literally a stranger who’s been in his house more days consecutively then he has…ever.
He had to give you credit though, all the cleaning and sprucing up you had been doing had undoubtedly made a little part in him think about how you carried yourself around his home when he wasn’t there. He could imagine you humming as you weeded the courtyard, the way you’d squint at the sun and smile when you opened every single fucking sliding door around the engawa for ventilation or whatever. Cute. Yeah cute, but also stupid. He’d spend every night waiting to hear your breathing slow before circling the estate and silently shutting all the doors so no demons could just waltz in and murder your dumbass.
His train of thought halted when he saw your trail of weed plucking pause in front of the entrance. He couldn’t help the way his brows were beginning to bend into a frown as he watched you stare down the long path ahead. Were you thinking of…escaping? Had his home been that bad that it became a prison? Were you feeling trapped?
The questions could’ve probably spiraled worse if it weren’t for the loudest goddamn CAW in his ear from a sneaky Sorai who had landed on his shoulder.
“You motherf—“
Sanemi was quick to roll over the other side of the roof and land stealthily in the back garden before you could look up because you swore you heard Sorai.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you,” he hissed, the stupid thing’s beak tight in his grasp as it flapped its wings in distress from being grabbed so violently.
He was about to make good on his promise, but it must’ve been the bird’s lucky day because the sound of your footsteps shuffling to the back of the estate made his eyes widen, and grip loosen enough for it to flee quickly before its master could realise its escape.
It also meant making Sanemi look like some moony idiot, standing in the overgrown grass of his backyard where the only way you couldn’t have seen him coming home was if he snuck in by climbing over the stone wall at the back of the estate or something. Stupid fucking bird.
He had to hold back the wince of embarrassment as you called out to him, “Um…welcome home?”
You blinked in confusion as he stormed past you with a red face, muttering under his breath something about patrolling. You heard a soft thud followed by louder grumbling in the kitchen which made you rush in to see the mess of adzuki and mung beans scattered across the wooden floor.
You watched as he scooped the beans into one palm, squinting to sort them in their separate pouches. Oh. It was then that you realised. You quietly made your way to kneel beside him, picking out the odd green or red ones he had wrongly sorted. Your sudden closeness had made him frozen in his clean up, and you heard the sharp intake of his breath when you gently guided his cupped hand nearer to you.
“Sorry,” he muttered, and you hummed a nonchalant sound as you kept your hand light around his scarred wrist while your other skillfully plucked the beans. The both of you worked this way, him being the scoop and you sorting. Whether or not you noticed the light blush dusting his cheeks or the way his scars were turning pink, he thought it was generous of you to pretend you didn’t. Him on the other hand, he couldn’t help the slight exhale that left his nose when your eyes met and you quickly looked down. You were spared from him staring at the heat spreading on your face as you felt his gaze shift to the pantry behind you where your makeshift floor-bed and rice sack-pillow were.
“Have you been…sleeping here?” he frowned. What the hell were you thinking? His estate may not be one of the bigger ones among the Hashiras, but there were definitely enough spare bedrooms that it wouldn’t make sense for you to do this. The panic and confusion in your voice as you stuttered your apologies only served to confuse him more, did you think so lowly of him that it was acceptable for you to treat yourself like some servant and live so uncomfortably in his home?
“If you think it unwise Shujin*, I will move my living area?” you suggested timidly, a million things racing through your head; was this his way of telling you that you didn’t deserve to take rest not even under his roof? Were you that bad of a wife? Sleeping in the backyard couldn’t be what he meant, right? What about when the cold seasons came? These thoughts made you completely miss the way he winced at how you had chosen to address him.
“Please, don’t be an idiot,” he huffed over his shoulder as he left. You let out a shaky sigh after you heard his room door slide shut, getting up to shift your things outside. You could feel the sluggishness in your movements as your stomach grumbled for the nth time, and a sudden pang of dizziness made you stumble on your way out. Of course, you were starting to feel the effects of starvation, your last proper meal being your wedding dinner and even then you had barely eaten. Slumping into the soft grass in the back garden, the last thought that crosses your mind was perhaps, it was better to sleep outside after all.
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The week ends with zero progress on your husband’s approval for your cooking, and he resumes his Hashira duty, his presence becoming more absent around the estate, something you didn’t think was possible.
On the rare days he wasn’t away on missions, he would be…training? in the courtyard with three young boys you had come to know as Zenitsu, Tanjiro and Inosuke constantly bickering with each other as well as your husband. They were awkward at first, expecting the wife of the Wind Hashira to be just if not more unhinged to be married to a man like Sanemi. All hesitations flew out the window when they realised you were kind and warm, sneaking them treats whenever your husband had been too harsh on them. Meeting Nezuko had given you the absolutely fright of your life, but when she gazed at you with her sweet pink eyes, oh how easily she had captured your heart. You had also met sweet Genya, who had given up on bumping into his brother in his own estate; and would occasionally visit just to keep you company as well as help you out with your daily chores.
The boys had started hanging around more often, happily eating the food your husband wouldn’t. The ever perceptive Tanjiro had also noticed how they never saw you eat with them during meals and how you never retreated to the bedrooms like they did when you ushered them goodnight. The scent of your exhaustion and despair only grew sharper to his keen nose as the days went by, and oh how he regretted not intervening before the worst had happened.
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When Sanemi returned from his quarterly region patrol, he realised he was actually excited to go home. He had something to look forward to after all, his shy, hardworking little wife and his well kept estate. He wondered if you thought of him as often as he did of you whenever he was away (not that he would ever admit that to you but still), and whether you felt lonely like he did on quiet nights.
Understandably, he was not happy to be greeted by the sight of a sweaty Genya, when he had been expecting your gentle smile. He didn’t care that his stupid brother was trying to make amends, and he certainly did not care to be convinced that Genya joining the Corp was a good idea.
As the conversation escalated parallel to Sanemi’s temper, and he reached out to grab Genya by the collar, it definitely did not help when Kamado Tanjiro had jumped in out of nowhere to berate him on how siblings should treat each other. Oh, it was absolutely rich coming from a boy who would risk his pathetic life for a blood sucking demon. Sanemi had no choice but to beat it into both boys how fucking stupid they both were. Maybe that’ll teach them some manners as well.
As he chased and clashed with the red-headed boy, his shouts and curses only intensified the more the boy fought back. Sanemi lunged, but he, as well as Tanjiro, were suddenly dragged apart by the rest of the trainees that Genya had gathered when he ran off for help.
Sanemi froze in his struggle against the hands holding him back from his rampage when he heard what the self-righteous boy had shouted at him. His veins felt ice cold, and his words were withering, “What the fuck did you say?”
“I said-!”
“You wanna fucking say it again?” he seethed.
“I said you’re an even worse husband than you are a brother!”
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*主人 (shujin): means husband in Japanese. Shujin originally meant master or head of the household, depending on the context. There is an obvious gendered history behind this. Not only does shujin pertain to the ‘role’ of men as the breadwinner or provider, but it also implies that the wife is subject to her husband, like a servant. Hence the original meaning ‘master’. This suggested power dynamic makes the word problematic for many Japanese people, but it’s the politest way to speak about your own husband in Japanese.
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Warnings: Angst, Isolation, Evidence of stockholm syndrome, Descriptions of injury, Minor blood mention, Spoilers!!!!!
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Kyojuro wasn’t a fan of you going outside.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, he loved you more than he could put into words, it was the fact that the world was an incredibly dangerous place and you were so absurdly fragile…
In his opinion, at least.
While you weren’t about to win any contests of strength anytime soon, you weren’t helpless. You would shout at him constantly about it whenever he came back to the small house he kept you in. He made it clear he didn’t want you to feel like a prisoner, but how could you not with bolted windows and doors with more locks than you could count?
It didn’t matter how many times you brought it up, his answer was always the same.
“It’s my responsibility as a Demon Slayer to protect the weak.”
The forehead kiss that followed always felt patronizing rather than comforting as he more than likely meant it to be. You just wanted to be able to come and go as you pleased without him supervising you like you were a 5 year old.
In retrospect, maybe he didn’t trust you. At least when it came to not getting hurt.
What made your situation so much worse was the amount of work he took on, leaving you alone in the house with no one to speak to and no way to get out without causing some serious property damage. As tempting as it was, it wouldn’t be worth whatever punishment would await you whenever he came back and inevitably tracked you down.
As much as you wanted to believe he was a bad man for the situation he kept you in, the overwhelming evidence pointing towards the opposite case was impossible to ignore. He really did amazing work and saved many many lives, but what about yours? What about the life you wanted to live?
Whenever he was gone, he would send you letters detailing where he was and what had happened during his journey thus far. You both hated and looked forward to the moments yellow parchment would slip under the door frame with your name elegantly scrawled across the front of it. Depending on how you felt, you’d either let that letter sit there for days or you would immediately snatch it up and read its contents - there never seemed to be any in between.
Currently you were feeling more inclined to ignore whatever letters he decided to send, still feeling bitter over the repetitive argument you had revised before he had left again talking some nonsense about a train. You were too angry to listen to the details.
Every few days the letters slid under your front door like clockwork. There were so many that a small file had begun to form and more effort was required to slide them inside your home.
And then it all came to a complete stop.
At first you ignored the gnawing sensation in your brain and the overwhelming feeling that something was wrong. Once he had established a pattern of sending letters during his missions, he never missed a day. Never.
After the 4th missed day, you tore open the letters searching for some kind of answer. All you found were his ramblings about missing you and something about taking on students and an infinity train.
There was nothing after that.
When the 8 day mark hit, you had gotten incredibly worried, spending most of your time pacing throughout the house and thinking. Thinking about what had happened, thinking about where Kyojuro was, thinking about what would happen if - worst case scenario - he never came back.
By the 12th day, the fear of the worst happening had consumed you to the point you made your first attempt to break down the front door. Whatever wood he had used, it was extremely durable to the point your hands had become bloody from hitting it for so long. Claw marks from your nails littered the frames and slivers made themselves at home in your bloodied knuckles but you kept going.
By the 14th day you had made some progress.
A large crack extended from the center to the floor from the amount of times you had kicked it, and you were determined to keep at it until it felt like your bones would shatter on impact. In that moment you realized it didn’t matter what happened to your body so long as you got outside and could find him. You weren’t sure if you would yell at him for not being able to protect himself as much as he protected you, or if you would give him the first hug you had meant in a long time.
Whatever the case, the widening crack gave you hope that your own mission would start sooner rather than later.
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