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instant-delusions · 9 months

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wind pillar || shinazugawa sanemi × f! reader

cw! : typical sanemi behavior , smut : degradation, unprotected sex

a/n : people are calling characters 'lana del rey' coded, 'melanie martinez' coded - sanemi's fucking pink guy coded.

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'fuck this job' , you think while scrubbing away blood that has been splattered on the wind hashira's estate during yet another brutal training session. a kakushi, such as yourself, is hardly getting paid enough to do this.

'at least sanemi's not here' . obviously, his scary demeanor is well known throughout the demon slayer corps and the stress of being yelled at is something you'll gladly do without, even if the person yelling is as hot as he is. well, it's no secret - the open uniform showing his abs, the dominating aura, his voice, even the scars on his body are more than enough to have you daydreaming filthy things while he mercilessly attacks lower ranks.

you throw the now bloody rag into a basket with other cleaning utensils and make your way inside, looking for the room you got the tools from. the estate was huge, showing you once again that the checks both of you get are miles apart. sliding shoji after shoji open, you thank god once again for sanemi not being home. after around five minutes you decide to just put it somewhere and head home, dreamily thinking of the sake on your nightstand.

"fucking slacking off?" you squeal in shock as a nightmare became true. sanemi's leaning against one of the walls with a raised eyebrow - crazy, you didn't even hear his steps. "of course not, sir! I'm just unsure - where do you want me to put these?". thank god your voice didn't betray you, usually you would've shat yourself by now. the wind pillar glances at the utensils in your hand and looks right back at you, he's definitely mad, completely having read through your laziness. "I fucking hate people like you. you're working for me, know your place." quickly, he stepped towards you, ripping the basket from your hands and throwing it across the room.

'fuck, he's obviously had a bad day.' you flinched as the basket made contact with the wooden floor, hands shaking with anxiety. 'he won't hurt me, right?' . he stared down at you furiously, clicking his tongue - "won't even talk, huh? are you that much of a bitch?". lord, his words sting but you're way too tired for this, it's been fifteen hours. "sorry. I didn't think it mattered, really. won't happen again." you answered, realizing that your tone must've sounded way too half-assed. you started to bow, but the next second your were pressed against the floor with his hand around your neck, realizing what just happened you tried to squirm out of his hold.

"you're such a fucking brat, can't even do the simplest job." he leaned down, his breath fanning against your ear. "I think it's time someone put you in your place." sanemi whispered. his voice is raspy, low and it sends shocks down your body, straight to your pussy. fuck, you're scared but also in the process of being absolutely turned on - in a pathetic attempt to struggle, you kick your legs, though he immediately presses his body down to trap you, sliding a leg between yours. dangerously close to your core.

the hashira licks a stripe from your ear down to where your uniform begins, and starts undoing the buttons of your top. "w-wait!" you choke out with a beet-red face, uselessy grabbing at the fabric of his clothes. "shut the fuck up. my day's been shit, i need me some pussy to calm down. you can do at least one job right, bitch." he speaks harshly, but the words light a fire in you, the way he talks to you, it's way too hot . the last button of your top comes undone and sanemi throws it away carelessly, pressing two fingers against your clothed cunt and lapping at your boobs immediately. you moan out loud and grind your body against his - damn, you've heard he's hot-headed, but diving straight in like this? you waste no time in undoing his belt, and pushing his pants down. sanemi sits back on his knees and pulls his boxers and pants down enough to free his massive cock.

"how's that gonna fit?" you ask him unsure, in response he laughs out and pushes your skirt down. with his fingers he pulls your panties to the side and inserts one, moving his thumb in circular motions against your clit. "imma make it fit." he answers, your loud moans almost drowning out his voice. the wet noises of your pussy echo in the room as he begins to scissor into you. "fuck, your pussy's drooling over my fingers, straight onto the floor. aren't you embarrassed, you whore?" he punctures his words with another finger and you arch your back of the floor, mewling and whimpering at his brutal pace. " 'm coming, shinazugawa-san!" you shout, teary-eyed, but the hashira immediately redacts his fingers, holding them to his mouth and licking them clean - what a lewd sight. you huff in a disappointed manner, which makes the pillar smile for a split second. cute. "sanemi." he corrects - "you're gonna cum on my cock."

you look down to his dick and see it pulsing, veiny, girthy and long. a drop of pre cum sliding down its side. "like what you see?" he smirks, obviously, he caught you staring. you nod shyly and he slaps your cheek. "use your words, slut." looking up into his eyes, you lick your lips and say; "...want your cock, sanemi." that definitely made something snap in him. a fat drop of spit landed on his dick, which he smeared all over. with a strong grip on his cock, he slid it through your folds slowly, the head nudging your clit, until he finally decided to push in.

both of you moaned at the tight fit - "fuck, you got a virgin pussy, (y/n)." the way his cock stretched you into oblivion didn't make the use of your name go unnoticed. "you..." a loud moan erupted from your throat - "know my name?". sanemi pushed against your cervix, filling you to the absolute brim. "of course, stupid." he rasped, letting you adjust to his size. after a while, you wiggled your hips slightly, signaling him to move, which he definitely didn't need to hear twice. sanemi pulled his cock out almost all the way and pushed it back in, which made you scream so loudly, he caught your lips in a messy kiss. "what the fuck, you want muzan to hear us?" he spat, picking up his speed. his balls lewdly clapped against your asscheeks and the sound filled the room. you could feel a string of your wetness connect them and threw your legs around his waist, bringing him closer. "fuck...pretty girl can't get enough of me, huh? cock drunk already?". you trashed around, a drooling, moaning mess and sanemi swears it's one of the hottest views he's ever seen. connecting your lips once again, he goes even faster, surely bruising the back of your thighs. "sanemi...oh my god, cumming! cumming!" you threw your head back, spasming around him, trying to milk his cock. he moans loudly at the tightness.

with a few more thrusts, he spills deep inside you, painting your walls white with his thick cum. sanemi pulls out with a sinful squelch and fingers the sperm that's threatening to spill out inside of you. like the gentleman he is, the man cleans you up and carries you to his futon. at this point, your shift has been 16 hours long and you can't wait to snuggle and sleep.

#kny x reader #kny smut #kny #kny sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #demon slayer #demon slayer smut #sanemi #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kny oneshots #sanemi smut #reqs open

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ms0milk · 2 years

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just one day at the wisteria mansion

| tanjiro x reader

a/n: thank you so much for your request! even though i made tweaks, i hope i still made it fluffy enough for ya :)

Tanjiro’s known you long enough to know you can be gentle

of course he knows

you’ve worked together long enough that he knows for sure it’s one of his favorite things about you

tough in a fight and kind to the innocent

it's so intentional

you’re so reliable

but his first day of recovery with you is just so.. so domestic

“Nekuzo no! You’ll get my hair wet–ah!” you squeal in the bathroom and he knows that it's just because his sister is splashing you while she washes your back. He’s not going to go inside or anything, he reasons as he tries to come up with an excuse for listening in at the door. He just likes to hear you laugh after a mission. To know you’re okay physically and emotionally.

“N-nezuko- ahk ahaha! Oh now who’s got soap in their eyes!”

And he’s taken aback when he hears a familiarly bubbly giggle. Tanjiro kneels in the hallway outside of your washroom and leans his head against the warm wooden door. Had you gotten Nezuko to laugh?

you’re grunting outside when he’s finally finished his turn washing up

and he’s nervous enough to race into the mansion’s large living room to find what exactly you’re struggling against!

that is

until he sees Nezuko asleep under to kotatsu in the middle of the room

where are you?

she would never sleep while you were being attacked

“Y/n!”

“Tanjiro?” Your voice comes from outside and he’s throwing open the sliding doors to the veranda faster than he can realize he might rip them off their tracks like that.

You’re standing in the snow beside the house, ax in hand, crow on your free arm. You smile, “You’re in a towel Tanjiro, it’s too cold for you out here.”

“Why is your crow here Y/n?” His heart falls with his body temperature in the January air, “Another mission already?”

But you just look from the messenger to your panicking Kamado and laugh loudly enough to wake Nezuko inside, “She brought me a gift– it’s shiney see?” You approach the poor boy and drop the twisted little piece of metal in his outstretched hand. “I just need to chop firewood for dinner out here. She's not taking me away from you yet.” And you wrap his towel tightly around his shoulders before pushing him back inside and closing the door.

“Go on, don’t let all the hot air out Kamado!”

and just when he thinks he can’t possibly lose you again, you’ve vanished into some room deep inside the mansion

along with his clothes

and his sister

the lady of the house delivers clean robes to him but if there’s one thing Tanjiro Kamado is terrible at, it’s alone time

He can track the sweet smell of you clearly enough to follow you to a washroom near the mansion’s central fireplace.

“Oi! Tanjiro good timing!” You and Nezuko look up from the water basin in the center of the floor, and for a second he mistakes the back of Nezuko’s head for his mother’s. She doing laundry with you. And you’re smiling together. Bandages dot your face, neck and hands, but Nezuko is treating you just the same as she would any day. Tossing you clothes she’s scrubbed to wring out and pin near the furnace.

Tanjiro’s squatting beside the two of you before he can even ask his legs to move politely, and plunging his hands into the icy water.

“Everyone gets clothes dirty, so everyone helps clean!”

You cackle at that and hand him your haori to see if he might be able to get the bloodstains out.

it’s peaceful like this

you are okay

he knows you’re safe

he doesn’t need to be so on edge

it just doesn’t feel right relaxing around you

if something..

if something dangerous came and he wasn’t–

“Oh oh! And Nezuko, I can’t believe you kicked him so hard his whole damn head flew off!” You had nearly risen out of your seat with excitement, recounting the mission from last night. Nezuko too was throwing wild punches into the air and generally rumbling the dinner table enough to shake your dishes.

watching you was joy

eating with you was love

You laughed with Nezuko when she mimed a strike from your sword and smiled wide enough for food to spill out of your cheeks. The two of you were rolling around gleefully again when you had to cover your mouth to keep from making a mess.

he loved this

he loved you

what if he..

what if one day he wasn’t here to–

“Woah, Tanjiro,” you caught his cheek in your warm hand before it slipped from his own and splashed right into the bowl of soup under him. You were stretched across the table to reach him, lighting fast as always.

Huh?

“Too tired for dinner, eh?”

Nezuko sat across from him, looking slightly confused behind her mouthpiece, and more than a bit worried.

“C’mon Tanjiro, we’ll meet you upstairs after we finish cleaning up. I’ve never seen you too tired to eat before.”

Tanjiro was barely processing what you said. You held his face in your hands so gently all he wanted was to go back to sleep.

“Tan.”

God he didn’t want to go. But you pulled your hands back and dragged his plates in front of you to collect for the kitchen. Sent Nekuzo upstairs before you to pull out the futons for the night, and stood with full arms to clean up the mess dinner made.

Tanjiro was alone at the table as quickly as he’d been woken up just a second ago. It wasn’t any colder with you gone but he wasn’t sure an empty living room would ever feel comfortable to him again.

“Kamado?” Your back was turned to him when he ducked into the kitchen, “Go on upstairs, I’ll be up–.”

He didn’t stop moving once he found you. Walked straight into your back and wrapped two strong arms around you.

He took the dishes from your hands and set them on the counter so he could lace his fingers between yours. So he could have one arm around your chest and the other around your waist and just feel you.

“Are you..okay?”

“I’m not, Y/n come to bed.”

so you did

and those dishes would be hellish to clean in the morning

and the coals under the kotatsu might burn a hole through the table before they went out on their own

and the firewood you had left over wouldn’t last all night

and your clothes might catch fire hanging to dry by the furnace

and

Nezuko played outside in the snow with your sweet crow to pass the time until dawn. You were wrapped up in Tanjiro’s sheets. He draped another one over your back when you so much as shivered while he changed your bandages.

“How’d you get this one?” He tapped your index finger.

“My hand was caught behind me when I got tossed downhill the first time.”

He lowered his head to kiss the bandage softly,

“And this one here?”

You had to look in any direction but right at him with your fingers hovering so close to his face, “H-hangnail.”

He brought your hand to his lips again.

“And here?” He traced his fingers across a scratch on your cheek this time and you shuddered. You were so close your knees could touch where you sat.

“Demon’s claws..are sharp.”

There was no stifling his laughter at that and he finished rewrapping the friction burn on your arm while he chuckled to himself.

It was nice to see him smile today. It was even nicer thinking about finally being able to sleep through one night without anticipating a fist fight.

“Y/n, thank you.”

You looked up just in time to watch the last of Tanjiro’s smile lace across his lips. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand before looking back at you tucked under a monstrous pile of futon covers. You almost looked like a bride.

“Thank you for what?”

You almost looked like a bride.

“Thank you for being my family.”

You weren’t in your haori, you weren’t armed. Just under his warm blankets, in a pretty patterned komon, sitting with your hands in his.

“..thank you for playing house with me for just one day.”

You weren’t bleeding anymore. Just crying– crying–

“Y/n?”

Your hands retreated to your cheeks where they fought against your suddenly spilling tears and Tanjiro tried to scoot closer to comfort you. You wiped your runny nose in his sheets and grappled with your tears in the palm of your hand, “What the fuck Tanjiro..”

He didn’t know where to start backtracking– hell, he didn’t even know what it was he said wrong! He offered you his hands to use instead of your own and tried to gather more blankets–

“Don’t say that like we're not gonna survive!”

“Y/n I didn’t–”

“It’s not just one day! It’s the first day!”

And he would’ve kicked himself for being such an idiot of he wasn’t already leaning over your laps and kissing you gently. Just a press of his lips to yours to wet his face with your tears. You pulled the mass of blankets over both your bodies and he gasped into you under the force of being flattened between you and the floor.

“You're right..”

He smiled in the sudden dark until he felt your lips match his, and kissed you again– all teeth and giggles and tears.

“Thank you for wanting a family with me.”

#sfw #just a lil req fluff for ya sickos #tanjiro x reader #kny #kny x reader

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magnolix · 1 year

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Can I request some headcanons for Gyomei x a (trans man) demon .....if that's OK with you.....

Oh my gosh yesss! Thank you so much for the request!

Alright, first and foremost, I think this goes without saying but Gyomei loves you no matter what you look like. He's really gentle and soft with you and he takes pride in getting your pronouns right!

Not ONCE has this man ever deadnamed you or gotten your pronouns wrong

The first time that anybody did in front of you both he quickly....*ahem* removed them from this fine mortal plane

the second time he convince Sanemi that they were a demon

nobody talks about the third

When it comes to you taking care of yourself, at first it was a bit of a struggle. He would help you with your binder but the latches were too small for him so he just helps you out with other things like your hair or just sits nearby to keep you company.

When you first told him about it, he surprisingly understood everything.

G: "So it's like a transformation of sorts?" Y/N: "Yeah, exactly like that!" G: "And you feel more comfortable as the gender you have become versus the gender you once were." Y/N: "Mhm." G: "..." Y/N: "Are- are you crying?" G: "I'm so honored you told me first."

If it's the usual world where it's more in the past and you managed to get surgery, he stayed with you the entire time and helped you heal.

he brought his cats

he brought you soup

he brought you love

he brought you blankets

he brought you everything

also tears

lots of tears.

If it's a more modern AU then he did the same thing but he probably brought you something to play with like a toy or something. Does not matter, you're getting treated like a baby.

Let. Him. Pamper you.

You will love it.

I promise.

#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #gyomei headcanons #gyomei x reader #gyomei x y/n #trans reader #trans reader ftm #requests are open #reqs open #requests open #kny reqs #kny requests #kny requests open

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pinkwisteria · 3 months

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So um I'm opening up requests for a little bit, we'll see how it goes

Rules:

No ships ( unless it's SaneKana lol)

No innards. I'll do missing eyes, bones, and blood, but no innards.

No 18+

Please remember that I have a right to deny a request if I'm not comfortable with it.

You have 3 days.

EDIT: Requests are now closed, thank you! <3

#art #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #reqs open #open requests

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larz-barz · 7 months

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Oooh! I know! How do you think Tanjiro would react if he found out the reader is a Kitsune(Kitsune, a fox Yokai spirit. Idk if they can go from human to fox form but let’s go with it!). Would he be asking questions or gazing at their tails lovestruck?

oooo!! ofc I’ll write this!<33 this is x female reader btw, I hope that’s ok!:3

Never seen before

Tanjiro stared in wonder at the girl off in the distance.

Her tails swished slowly in the wind.

Her ears twitched and she looked back at the young demon slayer.

He realized he had been caught staring when the girl had been replaced by a magical looking fox.

The small fox ran off and Tanjiro reached out to her, wanting to follow her, to find out more.

He pulled his arm back in, deciding to not follow her, wanting to respect her privacy.

He walked back into the butterfly mansion, a small smile adorning his beautiful features.

He could hear the yelling of his friends, Zenitsu and Inosuke as soon as he walked in.

He sighed when the boys ran up to him.

“Tanjiro!!! Tell Inosuke to leave me alone!!!” Zenitsu wailed.

Inosuke yelled incoherent words at the blonde headed male and Zenitsu screamed.

Tanjiro walked back out, a deadpanned expression on his face.

The fox trotted back out, transforming back into her human form.

Tanjiro took a second to take in the girl’s features.

She looked absolutely beautiful, the sunset lit up and defined her features in the best way.

Tanjiro slowly walked up to the girl.

The girl had a sheepish look on her face.

“Oh um.. hello, I’m (Y/N)..” She introduced herself shyly and Tanjiro smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you (Y/N)! You have a beautiful name. My name is Tanjiro!” The girl smiled, her tails swaying.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what are you exactly? Why are you able to turn into a fox and why do you have fox ears and multiple tails?” He asked cautiously.

(Y/N) giggled at his questioning.

“I’m a kitsune spirit. That’s how and why I have these features and why I can transform into a fox.” She explained and Tanjiro listened intently as she explained the kitsune history.

They continued hanging out and getting to know each other.

“Well, I need to go back, goodbye Tanjiro. I’ll be back.” (Y/N) smiled, waved and turned into a fox.

Tanjiro waved, disappointed that she needed to leave. “Bye (Y/N)..”

The small kitsune spirit walked off into the forest.

~the end~

A/n: I hope you like it Chiharu!!

#milo asks #WKFJSNDBD OMG I CANNOT BELIEVE I GOT A REQ FROM U #SCHSFBDN IM SO HAPPY THO LIKE FR #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #tanjiro #tanjiro kamado #tanjiro kimetsu no yaiba #tanjiro fluff #tanjiro x you #tanjiro kny #tanjiro x reader

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tatorthots · 2 years

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Im sad so I take it out on all of you<3

So, I was thinking the pillars (preferably giyu, obanai or Sanemi) discover their S/O is cheating on them, they admit it then break up. Then we basically get to know what they do/feel after said break up. Like, would they deem it harder to kill demons with their mind preoccupied or?-

— to the one who…

Pairings: Giyuu Tomioka, Obanai Iguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Tengen Uzui + wives x afab!reader

=͟͟͞͞♡ Warnings: ANGST/no comfort, cheating, suggestive content, dark content, slightly violent underlines (Sanemi), unhealthy behavior, toxic behavior, toxic relationship, unhealthy coping mechanisms, cursing, polygamous relationship (Tengen)

=͟͟͞͞♡ Synopsis: how they handle you cheating on them

=͟͟͞͞♡ a/n: how dare you make me a victim in my own inbox 🤺 literally crying, throwing up and sliding down the wall as I wrote this . btw I tried making each story unique so thoughts anyone?

- ps sorry if Tengens is longer than the rest!! his is basically a 4 in 1! I swear I love them all the same xx

Love is beautiful, isn’t it? How it slowly develops. The way it’s seeds find homes under your skin and bloom into something beautiful. It’s funny, really, how a feeling can so closely resemble a taste. He’d describe it as the taste of fine black tea gently brewed in warm milk and honey. Oh, how his pretty eyes now soften when he hears of love. A feeling he never quite noticed. That was until he met you, and it was then, and only then, that he felt like the balances of his world gained its symmetry, for the world he lived in was now lively and full.

Giyuu

to the one who stayed

Giyuu spent his life observing as the world shifted around him. Idly standing by in the sidelines as the world moved around him. Yet most of all, he spent a lot of time observing you — his most beloved.

So it didn’t take him long to connect the dots. The lingering stares, the way you’d pull away from his touch, the time you exchanged for the company of another, and the sudden to drastic change of detached behavior. It was all silently noted in Giyuu's mind the second he noticed something off. The Water Pillar considers himself a man of logic, he’s not really the type to get caught up in emotion or allow it to cloud his judgment, but god did he try to live in ignorance. Maybe it wasn’t the best or healthiest thing to do but he figured he’d rather live hurt by you than be abandoned. So he made up excuses for you when you’d show up late at night with disheveled clothes and hidden ‘bruises’ on your neck. He’d rationalize when you’d leave him, muttering some quick lie to hurriedly rush into the embrace of another and away from his; even on your anniversary. He’d desperately reason you still loved him— even if you gave him every reason to know you didn’t. For a while, the Pillar started to believe his own lies until he caught glimpse of the way your eyes lit up when he came into range. The same way they used to look at him. No matter what way he’d try to look at it or how he tried to spin it he couldn’t come up with an excuse; deep down in his soul he knew you weren’t his anymore. And deep down in yours, you knew he knew you did too.

But his devotion to you remained stubbornly resilient. So when you’d be off and away from him, he’d spend his time under the Wisteria tree where he first promised himself to you. Reminiscing that day while he twirls a dainty flower between his fingers he glanced down at the empty spot beside him. You used to love visiting the Wisteria tree, smiling and giggling as you rest your back against Giyuus's chest while he held you securely in his arms. Sometimes you spent the time chatting and talking about your goals and ambitions, and others you spent silently listening to the sound of croaking frogs and chirping birds as you gazed up at the petals of the tree dancing in the wind. His heart squeezed in pain at the memory. ‘When was it, y/n?’ Leaning his head back on the tree he shakily sighed, ‘When did you stop loving me?’ Blinking back the tears collecting in the corner of his eyes, he could only stare blankly as the petals swayed in the breeze.

‘Is this what love is? Am I doing this right?’

Some might question or criticize Giyuu for his decision to stay within a relationship that was so obviously toxic. But those people didn’t understand how much kindness and patience you showed the Pillar when you first met. You were sincerely interested in getting to know him and never dismissed or demeaned him when others forgot him on the sidelines all too easily. They weren’t there to see how gently you handled him as you taught him what it was like to love and be loved. And most of all, Giyuu had already surrendered himself to you during a summer festival as the fireworks reached their peak performance. “My life and heart are yours to do what you see fit with.” he’d whispered against your ear before brushing your hair back and meeting your lips with his. He made this promise long before any of this happened, and there was no going back now. The way he sees it, if you trusted someone enough to submit your life to them then it doesn’t matter if one day they burn those bridges with you still on them. It’s easy to see a situation from the outside and direct it from afar but the love you two shared had so much more depth than that. In short, the man adored you, and he genuinely saw the best in you. Until the day you discard him he will continue to love you — devotedly.

It wasn’t until a few days later when you and Giyuu stopped to rest on a bridge in the countryside that he had broken his silence. “Why are you cheating on me?” his tone was flat but held an unfamiliar waver in it. Startled and caught off guard you snapped your eyes from the streaming river underneath to Giyuus's burning gaze beside you. Immediately your face twisted to one of mortification at the realization that you’d finally been caught in your web of lies. “I-I don’t… Tomioka what are you saying?” He winced, hurt by your response, “I know you’ve been having an affair. Y/n please.. be honest with me. Why?” Panic set in as your mind scrambled to come up with an answer but upon peering into your lovers tired eyes clouding with sorrow you eventually sighed in defeat. “I’m sorry.” Looking down in shame you bit your lip to hold back the tremble in your voice. Now wasn’t the time to be the victim. It’s not like your conscious hadn’t been eating you alive each time you’d lay next to your sleeping boyfriend after coming back late from another man’s bed. Or how you’d stare at yourself in the mirror with disgust when your fingertips would trace the hickies and marks left on your skin, you hated how they tauntingly glared at you. But most of all you hated yourself for the way you mistreated Giyuu because of it — projecting your anger onto him and treating him as the traitor.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt cold fingertips caress your cheek and gently move to lift your chin up. Widening your eyes in surprise you felt like absolute shit when you locked eyes with Giyuus sapphire irises peering down at you so lovingly, all the while tears threatened to cascade down his perfect skin. But what he said made you wish the earth could just swallow you whole. “Please don’t be upset, my love.” his voice cooed gently. Moving his right hand he gingerly tucked loose strands of hair back in place while his left delicately held onto the small of your waist to pull you closer to him. Resting his chin on the crown of your head he exhaled quietly in satisfaction. It’d been so long since he last held you like this, he missed it so much. You heard him shift slightly before feeling him place a lingering kiss on the top of your head, “it’s okay. I’d never leave you…” the pain in his voice made your skin burn and your eyes sting as you clutched onto his chest and wailed in frustration; feeling both relieved and furious at how easily he’d forgiven you. The pure love this man held for you was unparalleled to any you’d ever or could ever experience and you simply abused it — you abused him.

Despite ending your affair and spending your time attentively trying to fix the pieces that had been broken, your relationship was never the same. After all, love after betrayal doesn’t necessarily mean the person betrayed remains unchanged.

Giyuu used to be distant from others but now he was almost completely secluded. His rigid attitude turned into one void and emotionless, almost as if he was completely hallowed from within. His work hardly seemed to be affected by this incident, but other Hashiras had commented that even the demons he kills show more emotion than he does. You desperately tried to reassure him of your love for him and whisper tender affirmations each night as you held him in your arms, but it never seemed to help. His touches were cold. They no longer radiated the same warmth they used to when he grazed your skin. He’d still smile at you but they always seemed a little sad. The man who once loved you was now a mere shadow of his former self and it made your stomach twist in regret. Though despite his distant love he’s become clingier than before. Clearly much more insecure than he used to be. When he wasn’t out on a mission he’d often find himself wrapped around your embrace whenever he got the chance, and on other occasions, you’d find him sitting under the Wisteria tree.

The Water Pillar was a broken man before you met him but now his pieces weren’t just broken, they were missing.

Obanai

to the one who blamed himself

You’ve been gone more often than usual — it’s not out of the ordinary to leave home for week long expeditions but you were always fairly quick and efficient with them. Meaning coming home early or on time was pretty normal for you. One might assume that being partnered for a mission might even cut that time in half, but it seemed it only extended it.

He found it rather coincidental that you just so happen to be assigned a partner for this specific mission. The partner in question being a relatively new recruit into the Demon Slayer Corps, not to mention one who caught the attention of one of the other Hashiras. Apparently the Slayer was quick witted and talented which is why he was paired with you — another fellow Hashira. Initially the mission was said to be pretty straight forward: find the demon causing panic and kill it. It wasn’t even ranked as any formidable demon. The mission was set to be a sort of trial run for the new recruit to demonstrate his skills as well as display his adaptability to working with teammates. You were there to analyze his performance and give a verdict to hq on whether or not the recruit was fit to train under the Hashiras. The assignment was pretty simple. So then why were you still gone?

Obanai could be defined as a jealous man at times, he’ll admit that, but after the both of you took your time to slowly build a concrete foundation and form a strong bond his insecurities, inferiority, and feelings of being undeserving all eased in intensity when he finally allowed himself to feel safe in your love. And yes, after hearing you’d be going on an expedition with some stupid prodigy all the other brainless Hashiras were raving about he felt a little uncomfortable but when he saw how giddy and excited you were to be somebody’s first mentor — especially since it was Master Kagaya who assigned you the position himself — he couldn’t find it in himself to voice his concern over some petty feelings of a hurt ego. Which by the way, was really hard to suppress when he caught sight of the guy. He hated to admit but the man had a build similar to Rengoku with a face as ‘traditionally’ handsome as Tengen. It irked him to no end but Obanai trusted you.

Though his trust soon turned into anxiety and then doubt.

Not once did he imagine he’d be suspicious of his lover, or doubt your loyalty, but the unsettling feeling in his gut only got worse by the day and by the following week it felt like his instincts were practically setting off alarm bells that something was wrong. He tried his damndest to rationalize with himself. Maybe he was just overreacting? You’ve never given him reason to question you. Even when Kaburamaru hissed at your touch before departing, he decided to look past it — I mean, you’ve been together for so long, what could change now? So instead he clicked his tongue and busied himself with killing any filthy demons infecting the nearby villages. Maybe your trail had gone cold, or maybe there was another demon unexpectedly lurking in the shadows? You would always tell him everything that crossed your mind no matter how stupid or ridiculous it was, and you’d still diligently reassure him you loved him when you’d catch him staring at his reflection too long. You would never hurt him like that. You were just caught up, that’s all.

But your arrival only made him wish you never came back at all.

Since returning you seemed more fidgety than usual, rigid even. When he asked you how your mission went you laughed nervously, and the moment you went on an apprehensive ramble about the mission, his mind had finally come to confirm what his heart already knew to be true.

“What about h/n.” His eyes narrowed sharply on yours, “You went on a three week long expedition with him yet you haven’t mentioned him once.” His voice trembled at the end, and he felt disgusted by his vulnerability.

“We didn’t talk much.” Your gaze glued to the ground. Obanai studied your shifty form before suddenly turning on his heels and ending the conversation short. He didn’t bother to utter a single word or even glance back at you as you called out to him. Instead his fists clenched and his focus remained straight ahead. He’d like to say it was due to his dignity that he didn’t dare turn back at the sound of your voice calling his name, but in truth it was in fear that you’d hear his voice shake when he tried to speak or catch glimpse of the way his watery eyes betrayed his enraged look.

Upon returning home later that night he immediately sought refuge in the safety of his bedroom. Self deprecating thoughts had been fervently enveloping his mind since he left. Memories of long ago whispering poison in his ears until he picked up the faint scent of your perfume lingering in the air, dispelling the intrusion. From the corner of his bloodshot eyes he caught sight of the promise ring he gifted you — the one he’d kiss on your finger each time he’d hold your hand. Now it sat returned and desolate on the bed. That jade ring used to be a promise of a love that was meant to be forever eternal, but now symbolizes another promise. A final goodbye. With a sharp inhale he stalked over to the bed, wide mismatched eyes glaring down at the thin green band. Snatching it from the bed he crushed it in his palm until it was nothing but dust and grains. “If I am bound for hell then let it be hell. No more false heavens.”

Weeks have passed by since then, but Obanai hasn’t moved on. He decided to leave your life quietly and sever every last thread connecting you to him. When the other Hashiras asked him about what happened he’d immediately lose his temper. His tongue far more venomous than any serpent slithering in this realm of reality. In turn this made being around him all the more difficult. Obanai already held a reputation of being demeaning and demanding, he was cold to anyone who interacted with him but now all those traits just seem to be amplified.

But most notable of all was the image he now held of himself.

Deeply rooted in his soul, the Serpent Pillar never believed he was truly worth loving. He wasn’t born with that right. As much as he hated his family for what they said to him, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t agree. He was doomed to living a life of suffrage and because he allowed himself to feed into the pathetic idea of being loved, he was now facing the consequences of forgetting his place.

So he simply lost himself in going off on mission after mission, not necessarily to take his anger and hurt out on the demons, but to get as far away from you and the corpses of memories haunting the halls back home.

Sanemi

to the one who broke

Sanemi caught you red-handed cheating on him.

Huge mistake for you, fatal mistake for the poor trash currently groping your half-naked body in a secluded area of the woods in broad fucking daylight. Of course upon seeing this, Sanemi’s vision turned red. It was almost instinctual how his body reacted. His mind was blank, he didn’t think of the consequences or the fact he was a Hashira with an image to represent for the Corps., he just… well, reacted. It took no time at all for Sanemi to beat that slimy bastard one punch shy from death. Your cries begging him to stop might as well have fallen on deaf ears because his movements wouldn’t cease until the guys face was bloody and his fists ached from the brute force of him pounding whoever the fuck side piece he found you with. Slowly blinking as he hovered above the guys body he eventually came to his senses. The sound of your voice increasingly grounding him back to the situation he had just caught you in, and that’s when his lilac stare snapped up to lock with yours. Picking himself up he slowly strided towards you — anger and confusion clearly evident on his pretty features until he finally reached you. Extending a freshly bruised hand he roughly cupped your jaw.

“Did ya like it?” He seethed through gritted teeth. His predatory irises narrowed on your puffy eyes as they wet your cheeks with tears. “Was it worth it?”

If you focused closely you’d probably be able to notice the small crystal droplets collecting in the corner of his eyes and the uneven pattern of his breathing. In fact, if you pay attention you might be able to note the underlying hint of pain hidden in his voice. But you didn’t have time to register his demeanor before he pushed you up against a tree with his hand still firmly grasping your jaw and his face inches from yours.

“Fucking answer me.” He growled, almost too pathetically close to pleading, but you simply squeezed your eyes shut while tears continued to stream down.

Your mind ran fervently with embarrassment as you tried desperately to cover your exposed skin — humiliated and ashamed at the compromised position you’d put yourself in. Before this Sanemi had never once laid a hand on you like this, in fact, despite his aloof and aggressive nature, he’s never done anything to purposefully hurt you. The Wind Pillars love has always been loud in its silence — domineering, possessive and rough around the edges sure — but never one someone could question. Many of the other Hashiras even joked about the way Sanemi treated you compared to the way he interacts with other people, how love can truly make the heart grow fonder no matter how stubborn and hot-blooded it’s owner is. It was clear he didn’t simply view you as his but rather viewed himself as yours. Which is why he couldn’t bear to remain in your godforsaken presence any longer. Because that’s all it was, wasn’t it? You were never actually his.

So he released his hold on you and furiously turned to disappear into the creeping veil of sunset.

To say that Sanemi allowed his rage and raw emotions to consume him is an understatement. He went on a complete rampage challenging any demon misfortunate enough to cross his path. He slaughtered and ripped demons apart the same way you did his heart — no, no Sanemi wasn’t cruel enough to match you. For the rest of the night up until dawn, Sanemi remained located in the deepest and darkest parts of the forest until sunlight finally caressed his skin and illuminated the litter of wounds and injuries now decorating his body. That’s when he finally snapped out of his violent dissociation. But he didn’t bother covering his wounds or stopping the bleeding, instead he just picked up his sword from the ground where it laid surrounded by fallen branches and the crimson color wetting it’s blade.

“Shit.” Coughing out a bit of blood he tiredly limped his way back home. Completely void of any emotion at all.

For a moment since the incident, Sanemi felt tranquility, too tired and mentally drained from the night of nonstop fighting but upon reaching his bedroom door it felt as if every raw emotion slumbering under his skin had violently awoken to fuel his veins. But instead of anger he felt despair. Falling to his knees he grit his teeth to keep himself from crying out loud and instead threw his sword to the side only to be startled by the sound of glass shattering. Glaring up in the direction of the noise he scoffed to see he had shattered the mirror you’d placed across the room, now parallel from him. His lips turned into a sneer until he caught glimpse of himself between the cracks of the glass. His whole demeanor seemed primitive and dirty, some of his scars reopened along to what he imagined to be a few new ones and his eyes seemed to stare back but they seemed unfamiliar. Though the most noticeable difference hid within. The numbness of his body reverberated into his heart and the blood of his emotions stained onto his soul, mockingly covering the bit of purity he had left. With nothing left, Sanemi curled into himself with his calloused digits intertwining and harshly gripping his hair. Tears streamed down his dirty face as he felt the last of his compassion slip away from his fingers. The life he felt undeserving of having was so close in reach, he could swear his fingertips felt the radiating warmth of it, but it’s like once his fingertip grazed it, it sealed away further from him than before — forever remaining out of reach.

All he wanted was you.

Sanemi’s prowess in battle is genuinely something predatory — especially given that he has quite the blood-lust for killing demons — but now it seems like a new motive has been added to the mix. His fighting style has always been brutish but never reckless, though now it just seemed like he’d linger a little too long on deaths door before completing his missions. It was a subtle but distinct difference Shinobu had noted since she started to see him frequenting the Butterfly Estate more often.

The Wind Pillars hatred really manifested after your betrayal. He trusted you with his pain and you only hurt him even more. You knew why he was the way he was, you knew why he was so abrasive, violent and dismissive, you knew how he was only terrified of losing any more of the people he loved — yet you still dragged him in the mud and mocked the vulnerability he so fully entrusted to you. You knew. But I guess this should serve as a lesson to the Pillar. Demons and humans cannot coexist, but what then are demons if not former people? How much malice is already burrowed under the surface before turning into the wretched creatures he kills every night? You were a lesson.

The wolf in sheeps clothing.

Tengen

to the ones who reminisce

It’s such a sad misconception to believe infidelity doesn’t exist within polygamous relationships. Though it’s not like you weren’t aware of it. So then what prompts somebody to cheat? Dissatisfaction, neglect, jealousy, lack of intimacy or connection, lack of flair? What was it, what was it that prompted you to cheat on them? What went soo horribly wrong you had to go and do something so selfish.

But it’s also not like the signs weren’t already there in all their deceitful might. They all just couldn’t — or wouldn’t — believe it. You had a happy, loving home with four people who’d give up the world for you. There wasn’t some weird hierarchy in the relationship, everyone was loved entirely and equally. The wives were so kind and welcoming when Uzui first introduced you and it was them who begged their husband to propose to you. Sure the dynamic was a bit strange for you given that polygamy wasn’t something you’ve ever experienced but they all did their best to be as gentle and understanding as possible. Meaning jealousy or miscommunication couldn’t have been the reason for your betrayal. Not to mention that you were also happy — or at least were at some point. You loved Uzui with such a burning passion! Loud and flamboyant, as if the man himself hung the stars in the sky. You loved Hina the way flowers loved the beams of the sun, and just like a tiger lily, you’d always gravitate towards her warmth. You loved Makio as fiercely as a warrior in battle, relentlessly and earnestly — someone worth fighting for. And Suma? The bond you had with her was innocent and childlike, you handled her with care and never once scolded her for her emotions, instead comforting her with open arms.

That’s what made it hurt so much. When did you lose your love for your family? What changed?

It was Suma who first noticed something off about you. It was another day of Makio and Suma arguing over something petty, and as per usual Suma ended up running off to find you. When she found you tending to the garden she immediately tackled you from behind crying about how Makio had been bullying her all morning just because she accidentally dropped the egg basket on the way back from the chicken coop. Her tears and snot was already covering the entirety of your back but instead of cooing words of comfort she heard a small sigh leave your lips. Turning, you held her as she cried on your shoulder but she didn’t feel the same radiating warmth coming from you. In fact, you were hardly listening as she hiccuped through her whines — you were completely zoned out! Lifting her head up to peak at you she caught glimpse of the irritated glint in your eye. A look she’d never seen directed at her before.

Then Makio started to raise some questions. Everyone in the household had a job to do to keep the house running, her and yours was picking up medical supplies from the Butterfly Estate. The errand run was biweekly. You’d go, gather the supplies — maybe chat a bit with the girls while you wait — and then go home. Simple. But lately you’ve been going a little more often than usual. It started when you began making weird excuses, from ‘Oh they forgot to add bandages’ to ‘Uzui went on a mission this week so I’m just going back in case we need more supplies!’. At first she shrugged off the situation, thinking maybe you’ve been more on edge since rumors began circulating about a Upper Moon lurking in the Red Light District, but then she noticed that sometimes you’d come back empty handed, muttering a quick ‘They didn’t have anything…’ before shuffling back inside. Curiously she visited the Butterfly Estate to ask about it and when they said you hadn’t come to pick up any supplies recently it was like an alarm had just been set off.

Next was Hina who noticed something was wrong. It started with nervous chuckles and forced smiles here and there when you’d all be enjoying time together. She caught on at the retracted touches and shifty behaviors — and for some reason you were always tugging and fixing your clothes. She tried asking if something was wrong or if something had been bothering you but you’d always quickly dismiss her questions or get upset with her for ‘always assuming the worst’ and snapping at her for pestering you with ‘stupid questions’. Hurt and confused she’d let the topic go but your reaction just prompted more questions. Her final straw though was when an argument occurred within the group involving Makio and Uzui, and a messy Suma sobbing as she begged them to stop fighting. Moments like these would usually be times when you and Hina would work together as the voice of reason. It was such a relief for her to have someone she can rely on at times like these, especially because you were always so present and patient in the relationship, but this time instead of trying to settle everyone down and find a solution you burst in anger. Callling them childish for their stupid fights and storming off and out of their sight — leaving your husband and wives staring wide eyed as the sliding door slammed shut.

Now Uzui has had his eyes set on you since your behavior shifted. You were smart, cunning, and surprisingly conniving — he’ll give you that. It took him a while to see through your deceit. I mean you were going up against the Sound Hashira himself, despite what he says, he got his position as a Hashira for a reason; you kept your cards close to your chest with him which made this reality all the more heartbreaking because you did it with intent. Uzui loved you so much and when thoughts of infidelity began plaguing his mind he couldn’t help but blame himself a little. Had he not been paying enough attention to you? Were you unsatisfied with his flamboyant boasts of love? Did you realize polygamy wasn’t for you? Were you looking for something more? Something entirely to call your own? But if you were why couldn’t you talk to him about it, why did you have to go and rip apart the home you built with him? After surmising what the truth might be, he took a few days to process the pain and heartache that came at the probability, and as much as he hated it, he indulged his need for you as much as he could until it became unbearable. It's not that he lived in denial, he just truly couldn't wrap his head around his sweet wife doing something so wicked. Even the idea alone sounded so wildly ridiculous to him, that under different circumstances, he would throw his head back and laugh. That was until the cold caress of your touch stung his skin and the absent look in your eyes broke his heart.

Uzui knew then that he had a choice to make.

Tengen isn’t someone who beats around the bush or tip toes over issues. No matter how hard the confrontation is, he’s never backed down from getting answers. It’s just such a shame that he had to take such drastic measures with you. Not only did he need to settle what exactly was going on between the two of you but he needed to answer to his wives. After all, he wasn’t the only one reeling back from this, his wives — your wives — were too. So he waited outside the entrance of the estate for your return and hurriedly ushered you to the seclusion of the garden where he figured his wives wouldn’t be able to hear. You stood nervously in front of him as his eyes narrowed on you and his usual flair of showmanship completely 180’d. Clicking his tongue he tilted his head, “Got something on your mind?” his voice was low. “N-no… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your voice wavered at the end, he noticed. “I’m talking about your cheating, what else?” Immediately your eyes widened at his bluntness; your voice stuttered as you tried to speak but no words came out. You were completely caught off guard and unprepared. Silence filled the room for a minute before he spoke, a dry chuckle croaking out of his chest. “So it’s true, huh?” He bit the inside of his cheek in a desperate attempt to keep his composure but the feelings he’s been trying to keep at bay began bubbling up to the surface. Anger, sorrow, and confusion jabbed at his heart and he couldn’t find it in himself to keep his act. Hearing him take a shaky inhale you hesitantly turned your gaze to him, chest clenching when you caught glimpse of the single tear running down his cheek as he struggled to hold himself together. The sight alone made your own eyes water and your skin burn with shame. ‘What was I thinking?’ blubbering out apologies, your walls began crumbling as hot tears poured down your eyes. Upon hearing your wails and Uzuis voice raising in volume, the three wives came rushing to the source to see what was going on; when they arrived they all paused in their tracks at the scene in front of them. Collectively they understood the situation.

Suma was the first to speak. Her wide blue eyes turned to look at you as her voice barely spoke above a whisper, “Is it… true?” unconsciously her body had began moving towards you, her heart automatically gravitating to comfort her crying wife but as her arm reached out to touch you Makio quickly swatted it away. Looking to her left Suma saw Makio angrily wiping her tears away as she stepped in front of her and furiously glared at you, “Answer her, y/n!!” she roared. Solemnly you looked up at your three wives with puffy eyes pooling in regret, and instantly it felt like their world had stopped. Buckling to her knees, Suma began wailing. Her mind ran in a frenzy, hiccuping cries asking if it was her fault, if she had been too clingy. She caved into herself as she hugged her stomach to calm the nauseating feeling accumulating in her system and in her heart. Makio erupted into a blind rage, enveloping her in an armor of fury to keep herself from breaking. She screamed and yelled at you, calling you ‘heartless’ and ‘a traitor’ in her wake of emotions, even if her voice cracked in between. Hina wept silently in the sidelines, averting her gaze from you and squeezing her eyes shut to try and pretend none of this was happening; desperately she tried blocking out the commotion of raw emotions ringing in her ears. And in the midst of all the chaos it was Uzui who gave the final verdict. Coldly and detached, his maroon irises deadpanned on you before snarling out a single word. A single word that would cut the thread of fate connecting the five of you.

“Leave.”

Seasons have passed since that day and the four have finally returned to their normal routines. Ironically enough, the trauma had brought them all closer together, comforting and checking in on each other attentively as they all tried their hardest to move on. For a while Tengens flamboyance and charisma dimmed. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, maybe it was because he began struggling with his appetite, or maybe it was because nothing was appealing to him anymore. Hina thinks maybe it’s all three. The Sound Hashira tried to keep his mourning as lowkey as possible, he didn’t want to weigh his wives down or make them worry more than they already do, he knows how hard this is for everyone and he’d rather they focus on their own healing than fret over his. But not everything can be bottled up before it spills and that leak spread all over his work. During his time of grieving, Uzui found it harder to go on missions, he didn’t have the same motivation or flair and he quickly found himself feeling irritated each time he’d take off on another assignment. He hated coming back home after missions most of all, mostly because his thoughts were so consumed by grief that his efficiency in killing demons took a hit and he’d come back home littered in wounds, only prompting his wives to worry about him instead of taking care of themselves.

Over time the group had started to heal little by little and their usual spark had returned. Smiles and laughter echoed through their home and regular arguments between Makio and Suma returned back to schedule. Their little family survived thanks to their endless love and support for one another, but sometimes… sometimes things were still hard. It happens when Hina would be busy in the kitchen, stressed and overwhelmed with balancing both her cooking and Suma making a mess with the flour, she’d instinctively call out your name — pausing before realizing you weren’t.. here anymore. It’d occur when Makio would be out running errands. She’d stop by a snack booth to buy something to eat only to find that instead of buying one steak skewer she accidentally bought two. Staring at the second skewer she’d grit her teeth before angrily throwing it in the woods, muttering it’s only use was for the wildlife to eat. It’d happen for Suma when she’d find herself overwhelmed with emotion. She’d run off from whatever situation she found herself in, sobbing and hiccuping to go find you, running through the halls only to slowly come to an abrupt stop when she’d remember what happened. At times like that she’d hide herself in a closet and silently weep into her hands. Then there was Uzui, the one who seemed most pieced together. It wasn’t really situations or events that still kept him visiting your memories. It was a small picture he kept hidden under the floorboards of his bedroom. A single picture of you smiling on your wedding day, god how you looked so gorgeous, so…. happy.

A sad smile sat on his lips at the memory of the one who wasn’t meant to be.

———

Love is cruel, isn’t it? How quickly it could deteriorate. The way it’s roots latch themselves onto your nerves and bleed when weeds begin to fester like a plague. It’s funny, really, how a taste can so closely resemble a feeling. He’d describe it as the bitter taste of burnt kuding tea carelessly brewed in loss and betrayal. Oh, how his pretty eyes now void themselves when he hears of love. A feeling he’ll never quite forget. That is because he met you, and it was after your betrayal, and only after your betrayal, that he felt the balances of his world no longer held any symmetry, for the world he lived in was now desolate and barren.

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