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Taking Care of Sick Kamaboko Squad

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Nezuko, Kanao, Genya

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Tanjiro Kamado

• This boy would absolutely deny he was sick in the first place

• You will have to chain him to the bed so he actually recovers

• He is always saying his fine and it’s not that bad trying to convince you his alright he doesn’t want you to worry or get tired out cuz of him

• But when you do get the chance to take care of him he will adore you more than he does already this boy is constantly thanking you for every little thing you do

• Changing the wet towel on his forehead

• He would thank you every time with a bashful smile

• You made a special lunch for him to hopefully make his recovery quicker

• Tanjiro is about ready to give you a hundred kisses when his healthy of course with your consent

• At first he’ll be all shy and cute that your caring for him but later on he begins to enjoy it and loves it even more that you chose to care for him

• Before with his family he would never get sick and would always take care of his parents especially his dad and his younger siblings

• Poor baby hasn’t really been taken care of like this before but as long as he has you by his side he wouldn’t mind getting sick again if you were the one taking care of him

Zenitsu Agatsuma

• He is the exact opposite of Tanjiro

• He would tell you immediately that he’s sick and yell that only you can take care of him

• If you say no he will absolutely cry while saying that as his future wife/husband/spouse it’s your duty to take care of him

• He gets really emotional while sick any little thing can make him cry like if you leave for more than five minutes or if you don’t give him enough kisses even though his sick especially if you don’t tell him every hour you love him

• Constantly asking for your help and won’t do anything unless your with him you better get used to holding hands while sleeping

• He will complain about taking medicine especially if it taste bad but if you say he did a good job while giving him a head pat then he’ll be fine with taking the medicine

• If he sees you taking care of anyone else but him for whatever reason he will definitely throw a tantrum until your sitting by his bed and giving him head pats or feeding him while having a smug face and occasionally glaring at the other person

• He will demand you cuddle him if not he will cry don’t test him he won’t care if he’ll get you sick because he’ll be here to take care of you

• You do eventually get sick as well but hey! You and Zenitsu can cuddle even more he sees this as an absolute win

Inosuke Hashibira

• This boy thinks he’s going to die since any sign of sickness in the wild would be certain death

• He would try and act as normal as possible and be his usual loud and rowdy self but slowly you could see his movements getting more and more sluggish

• You try to convince him that his sick and needs to rest and recover before it gets worse

• Inosuke being Inosuke thought you were calling him weak so he obviously tried to fight you, but as he was about to land a punch he immediately fell unconscious. You rushed over to him taking off his boar mask and touching his forehead but immediately jumped back since he was burning up

• You had to carry his heavy body to the Butterfly Mansion but luckily Inosuke didn’t start a fight as soon as he woke up

• While taking care of Inosuke he would always be silent if you did anything for him don’t worry his just getting those soft Boi feels

• Inosuke feels absolutely useless while being sick and with you making him feel all giddy inside he doesn’t know what to do, and he can’t release his frustration of not knowing emotions by fighting something cause you say he needs to rest so he’ll be really grumpy the entire time

• Out of everyone your the only one that can give him his medicine without any scratches, bite marks or bruises and sometimes Aoi, she makes the food

• He does appreciate what you do but his still learning how to act somewhat like a human as well as learning how to be a good mate, so just give him a bit of time soon you’ll get many acorns as well as affectionate ruff housing when he gets better

Nezuko Kamado

(This is set after she becomes human again)

• Nezuko didn't really get sick since she knew how to take care of herself and others

• But when she does get sick expect her to be extremely shy like her brother

• She would always have a blush on her face which would worry you with why she isn’t getting better which just makes Nezuko even more embarrassed

• Even though she was usually the one to take care of her younger siblings when they were sick she still isn’t used to being taken care of

• So she’ll probably try and convince you that she actually feels better when in fact she does not, this would lead to her getting even more sick with her even falling unconscious after trying to do some activities

• You might literally have to chain her to the bed so she actually gets better as well as telling her that it’s ok to be sick and taken care of and that might just make her cry since she’s always the one taking care of others

• This is the perfect time to pamper this sweet girl you are legally required to give Nezuko everything she wants and needs

• Herself and Tanjiro have been through a lot so to give her a chance to relax and not worry about anything as her lover takes care of her is everything Nezuko needs and wants

Kanao Tsuyuri

• Another girl you need to take care of with your life

• Since her growing up poor then being sold she didn’t really have any good experiences while being sick, she would usually have to just power through it since the people “taking care” of her didn’t want to waste money on medication for the kids

• But when the Kocho sisters adopted her as their younger sister things got better but as they say old habits die hard, so that is why you found Kanao who was training with a wooden sword using the weapon to support herself as she was having trouble standing while she was breathing heavily and sweating all over

• Immediately you knew she was sick as you were studying under Shinobu and knew right away she had a fever. You ran up to her as you tried to usher her to rest in the recovery ward Is that what it’s called??? but for some reason she was trying to convince you she was perfectly healthy, obviously knowing she was lying you figure this must be because of her childhood

• So after you try to convince her to rest for nearly 5 minutes you finally got her sleeping in one of the spare rooms, you told Shinobu about Kanao and surprisingly she let you nurse her to health so you went to get everything ready, it was your mission as a practicing nurse as well as Kanao’s S/O to make sure she is taken care of

• While Kanao is sick she’s more quiet then usual, sure you two could sit in comfortable silence but this was more like stressful silence and whenever you ask her what's wrong she says stuff like "I just have a headache that's all" or "I’m fine. Nothing to worry about”

• You have to sit down and tell her that you love her and that you want to take care of her so she feels better as well as saying that she’s safe and loved here and no one can/will hurt her again

• After that talk it’ll take a little while for her to get comfortable but after sometime she can finally relax and let you take care of her, and whenever she gets sick again she always tells you and ask you to take care of you since she’s more comfortable with you caring for her then anyone else

Genya Shinazugawa

• Genya doesn’t really get sick that often but when he does it’s either just a simple cold that will be gone in a day or two, or he’s so sick that he’s been bed ridden for two weeks there is no in between

• We all know how he acts around girls but around his S/O he is 1000x worst, it takes him a solid 5 minutes for him to string a single sentence together and another 5 more minutes to talk without a single stutter

• Genya prefers quite and dark rooms and he doesn’t really like to be around other people when sick (cuz he doesn’t want to get them sick) but with you he doesn’t mind having you around

• Like with Nezuko he was the second oldest of a lot of siblings so he would always take care of them when they were sick, so he isn’t really used to being taken care of so it takes a bit for him to get used to this

• I think that if he was sick for a long time he would kind of feel loopy and not quite normal which makes him more affectionate and confident with giving you more compliments and not shying away from affection

• You will have to be on guard while giving him his food and medicine since he will always try and pull you into his bed and give you cuddles, as you fight to be released saying you’ll get sick if you two cuddle which just makes the boy pout and try with all his might to pull you more into his bed

• When he does get better and you tell him all the cute and sappy things he did while sick he will always apologise extremely embarrassed of what he did but will say he meant everything he said

ask and ye shall receive

currently thinking about “I don't care if you're sick, catching a cold from kissing you is worth it" with rengoku

or "That tickles!" kisses followed by "God, i love you" kisses with our fav flame hashira

pick whichever you want i know it’s gonna be epic

I love this!

Ima set this in the same au were Rengoku got a crush and confessed.

(^_−)−☆

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Sick.

That was your current mindset, you were sick of being sick.

Your immune system was doing a bad job because you’ve had a cold for over a week! With no signs of getting better and your parents were away on a business trip, but luckily for you, you had a boyfriend and an amazing boyfriend at that Kyojuro Rengoku! Everyday after school he came to your place to take care of you by making a questionable chicken soup and helping you with your schoolwork so you don’t fall behind, while also making the lessons very enjoyable he’s definitely going to be a teacher when he grows up!

Currently you were a couch potato in its natural habitat when you heard the front door open joined with the sound of Kyojuro ‘Y/N! How are you love?’ He asked taking off his shoes and entering your home, you watched trying to hold a giggle at the excitement increasing as soon as he laid eyes on you ‘You’re on the couch today! Are you feeling any better?’ He questioned with his voice more quite then usual as to not make you feel uncomfortable in this state.

‘Well I’m feeling better then normal’ you said wrapping yourself even more in the many blankets surrounding you and Kyojuro couldn’t deny that you looked very adorable ‘Well that’s good to hear….’ Rengoku trailed off he could tell that you’ve been in a sour mood he would be too if he was this sick for so long. But as soon as that thought entered his head he also had a great idea as he lit up, walking towards the couch Rengoku sat next to you with a grin that you noticed looked very mischievous.

‘Hey Kyo what’s with that face-‘ you began but was cut off by Kyojuro grabbing your face then giving you a sweet kiss on your lips, if he were to have done this any other time you would’ve thought it was adorable and deepen the kiss, but you were sick damnit! Quickly you grabbed your boyfriend’s wrist and leaned away from his warm inviting lips ‘Sunshine I’m sick I don’t want to get you sick’ you spoke trying to be tough since he was giving you the puppy eyes while also pouting.

‘I don’t care if you’re sick, catching a cold from kissing you is worth it!’ He exclaimed and at that you thought maybe a little teasing wouldn’t hurt ‘Oh really? But aren’t the end of school test happening soon? If you catch a cold like the one I’ve got you might fail the test and lose your chances of going to university’ you spoke trying to suppress a smile at his distraught face.

‘But if you insist’ you rushed hoping he wouldn’t remember that he could just retake the test if he did get sick, Kyojuro’s eyes widen ‘Actually Y/N I changed my mind I don’t wanna get sick!’ He shouted trying to move away from you but couldn’t move that far since you were still holding his wrist, smirking you began to litter his face with kisses which erupted a laugh from him ‘That tickles!!’ He managed to laugh out and after a bit more of your attack you stopped and began to wipe away the tears that managed to form in his eyes.

You smiled widely as you met Kyojuro’s eyes and felt your heart soar with his face was filled with admiration and love all directed at you ‘God I love you’ he spoke and after a few seconds the weight of his words finally registered for him as he took in your silence ‘Ah! Sorry if I made you uncomfortable you can just forget what I said-‘ he rambled off until you kissed his lips trying to convey all your love for this man through this one kiss, and you slowly pulled away and opened your eyes to his flushed face as he stared at you.

‘I don’t think I ever want to forget those words, I love you too much to try’ you lovingly spoke then pulled your Sunshine in for some cuddles as you laid down while wrapping the blankets around you two comfortably ‘There’s this series I wanted to show you Love, you wanna watch it?’ You asked cuddling up to Kyojuro and leaning your forehead against his ‘I’d love to Darling’ he answered staring into your eyes still with heated cheeks as he gave you a peck before facing the TV to watch the show you put on.

Surprisingly a few days pass and instead of Kyojuro getting sick you were healthy as ever, and know you joke with your Sunshine that he needs to always say he loves you while giving you kisses or else you will never get better, but you know it’s just an excuse to get cuddled and get kisses that you adore as well as to hear those wonderful words fall from his lips.

The Hashira's Darling | Chapter Five | Various x GN reader

The following days Rengoku and yourself came to an agreement to take care of Tomioka by giving him lots of treats and if he was comfortable enough the three of you would cuddle, you even made simmered salmon with daikon and when he saw it he smiled so you vowed to make the dish for him whenever he asked or visited again. You were reading a book on the engawa when you saw Rengoku walk up to you 'Hello Rengoku! It's a lovely morning don't you think?' You asked putting your book aside 'It is a fine morning!' He exclaimed but you could tell he was tense 'Is something wrong Rengoku?' You asked worriedly 'Yes actually! Back in the hot springs, I noticed that your body had been very scarred but I didn't want to say anything since we were comforting Giyuu!' He spoke in a serious tone which shocked you with how series he suddenly got 'Ah. Yes I received heavy abuse from my family growing up before I ran away' you explained and you saw the Flame Hasira visibly tense 'But I'm much better here!' you happily exclaimed 'That's good to hear' Kyojuro said smiling 'Is there anything else you needed?' You asked

'Yes! Myself and Tomioka thought a picnic would be lovely today! If you'll like to join us!' The fiery man exclaimed 'That sounds wonderful!' You cheered, following the Hashira to a cute picnic that was set up under a tree and saw Tomioka sitting under it 'Hello Tomioka! How are you today?' You asked sitting next to the said male 'Better than I have been for a while' he spoke and you swear you saw a hint of a smile both you and Kyojuro beamed at Giyuu and he looked down at his lap, there was already one sun he didn't need two more. Rengoku also sat down with both males siting on either sides of you 'This looks delicious you two!' You exclaimed since both Hashira's wanted to cook while you relaxed 'Yes! It does! I almost burnt the food but Giyuu managed to save it! He's a pretty good cook!' Kyojuro exclaimed with a closed eye smile 'I'm not that good' Giyuu mumbled sipping from his drink shyly 'Nonsense! We would be eating charcoal if you didn't come to help!' Kyojuro boasted.

The three of you began to eat in a comfortable silence with the occasional "Umai!" Coming from Rengoku 'So is there a reason for this picnic?' You asked 'Well today was our last day here! So I thought it would be nice to have a picnic before we left!' Kyojuro proclaimed making you choke on your food while Giyuu rubbed your back 'T-That was today! I must have forgotten I'm so sorry!' You yelled apologizing 'I was going to make gifts for the both of you but I must have forgotten!' You explained clearly distressed that they wouldn't have a gift before they left 'You don't need to give us any gifts L/N! You have been a wonderful host and I am sure Giyuu will agree that spending time with you has been a wonderful time!' Kyojuro exclaimed and his smile was the biggest you've ever seen from him.

Giyuu nodded along with the fire like man with a small smile form on his face, the Water Hashira hadn't felt this comfortable in so long you had been absolutely wonderful you and Rengoku make him feel special and warm in his heart whenever his with you two, but it saddens him he has to leave you, but maybe you two could send each other letters by crow! Kyojuro felt the exact same as Tomioka he had always admired Giyuu and wanted to get closer with him and after talking with Mitsuri he found out that he was actually crushing on the Water Hashira but when he met you and got to know you as well as Giyuu over the week he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and Giyuu.

But all good things come to an end as it was time for the two men to leave 'L/N I was wondering if we could exchange letters. I would also like to do the same with you Rengoku' Tomioka spoke getting the attention of the both of you 'I would love to Tomioka!' You exclaimed happily as the three of you agreed to send letters to each other. Once again you were back in the clearing to bid Rengoku and Tomioka goodbye and greet your new guest, but you were a little surprised when you saw a giant of a man and three beautiful woman with him 'Uzui it's great to see you again!' Kyojuro yelled out to his friend 'Ah! Kyojuro you're looking as flamboyant as ever! How have you been!' The two men yelled enthusiastically as you and Tomioka when on the side trying not to become deaf.

The two loud men seemed to be catching up with each other so you decided to greet the other guests, you walked over to the three woman and god they were all really pretty you even felt a bit insecure talking to them 'Um... Hello!' You spoke grabbing the girls attention as they turned to look at you, you steadied your breathing and brought back your usual smile on 'I'm L/N Y/N! I'll be taking care you this week. I hope you three don't mind me saying but you all are very beautiful!' You exclaimed albeit rather shy with reddish cheeks.

The three girls before you felt their hearts clench, you were just too cute for them, the youngest of the three women let out a squeal 'Aahh! L/N you're so cute! Absolutely adorable I could just eat you up!' She yelled out cupping her cheeks as her words made you blush furiously, suddenly the girl next to her slapped her across the head 'Idiot! Don't just yell like a weirdo introduced yourself damn it!' She yelled angrily 'Hey you two need to calm down this isn't a good introduction'

The other girl that had her hair in a high ponytail tried to calm the other two down while the angry girl with blond bangs/fringe and black hair in a ponytail ignored the more calm girl to continue beating the crying girl 'WWAAAHHH! Lord Tengen! Makio is hitting me!' The cowering girl cried out 'You two calm down' the calmer of the three continued to calm the rowdier of the two, you looked over to Rengoku and the man one of the girls called "Lord Tengen" as the two men were having quite a loud conversation, you turned to look at Giyuu as he was awkwardly standing at the side “I’m gonna miss the quiet huh?” You thought

Your birthday gift~ (Giyu x Dom fem reader)

Genre: Smut

Today was Tomioka Giyu's birthday so the other Hashira decided to go out drinking and to try and get the Water Hashira out of his very strong shell, near the end of the night both Rengoku and Uzui were completely drunk, Mitsuri was already asleep while snuggling up to a flustered Iguro, Gyomie was drinking some water to make sure someone was sober enough to take care of everyone, Sanemi was trying to start a fight with Giyu but ultimately fell asleep in the end, and the only way that anyone could tell Giyu was drunk was the pink dusting his cheeks, Shinobu said she was too busy to come and Muichiro was under aged. A waitress came into their room to tell them all there were rooms that they all could sleep in 'Come on the night's still young Tomioka! Let's do something crazy before your birthday ends!' Uzui boasted which grabbed the waitresses attention turning to Giyu 'If it's your birthday then House Yoko next door let's you spend the night with a girl there for half price if you've already eaten here!' She exclaimed excitedly 'Tomioka you have to do this! I'll even pay for you!' Uzui exclaimed Giyu didn't think much of it mainly because he was basically tipsy so he agreed.

And that is what has lead him up to this point inside a soundproof room in House Yoko waiting for a girl to have sex with, now that he was alone and able to think without a rowdy Uzui he was getting a lot more nervous especially since it was his first time, he jumped a bit when the doors suddenly opened, the Hashira was left shocked at how beautiful you looked 'Are you Giyu Tomioka?' You asked god your voice sounded so good to Giyu, his voice was caught in his throat so he just nodded quickly 'My you are rather tense, is it your first time coming to a place like this?' You spoke siting in front of the Hashira but not before locking the door behind you

'I-It's actually my first time doing this sort of activity' Giyu stuttered out and you couldn't help but give a shock reaction 'Really?' You asked in disbelief 'Why are you so shocked?' He asked 'It's just that you are really handsome so I would have thought you have already done this before' you explained hoping not to offend him the Hashira's blush worsened as he avoided eye contact with you 'If you want I can take the lead' you suggested. Giyu thought it over then agreed since you would actually know what to do, you cupped his face then started kissing him while reminding yourself to go slow so he can enjoy this as you began to slowly message his crotch as he let out cute mewls into the kiss giving you the opportunity to put your tongue in his mouth, while undressing Giyu of his uniform until he was left in his undergarments, you could see the tent in them but as you went to release his cock he grabbed your arm stopping you 'Am I going too fast?' You asked and he quickly shook his head 'Well if you want something then use your voice' you stated watching as he tried to calm down his already fastening heart beat 'P-Please...' he began 'Please what?' You asked waiting 'Please I don't want to be the only one naked' he explained in a quivering voice instantly shooting electricity to your pussy 'See that was easy wasn't it?' You questioned slowly undressing yourself making sure to give him a little show and soon enough you both were naked.

You leaned down pulling down his underwear as his dick sprang out proud and boy was he big the tip was already leaking with pre he was pretty girthy at the base and he was long you would guess 7 or 8 inches, without waiting for an invitation you began to lick his tip and Giyu let out such a cute squeak at the sudden contact, you put him in your mouth as you bobbed your head up and down taking him in more each time at a steady pace, Giyu felt the pleasure through his body and especially his dick as he continued letting out pleasure filled moans as he reached for your head pushing you down more slightly making you gag around him making the poor boy cum down your throat as you made sure to swallow all of him. He quickly brought his hand up and you sat up with a 'pop' sound happening as you got off his dick.

'I'm sorry I didn't mean to' Giyu began to apologize for almost choking you but you thought of a great idea. 'How about you eat me out and if you do a good job I'll forgive you~' you spoke teasingly sliding off your already wet underwear making sure that Giyu noticed that he made you this wet just from him moaning so cutely, you pushed him down until he was laying down then you hovered your wet pussy just above his mouth 'You gonna do your best to make me cum?' You asked gently weaving your hands through his messy hair taking it out of it's ponytail as you looked at his needy face he instantly nodded so you sat down on his face, at first he was experimenting to see what action made you moan the loudest as he began to abuse you clit, and dawn was his tongue good as soon as he found a rhythm and got comfortable you were about ready to cum, you felt your high coming as you began to grind on his face as you griped his hair tightly pulling him hard making him moan.

You felt the moan vibrate through your pussy which pushed you over the edge as you came feeling your body go slack as you leaned back a bit so Giyu could breath as you tried to catch your own breath, Giyu looked up at your chest as he stared mesmerised by your boobs so he reached up and held your breast making you gasp softly as you felt him began to message both of your breast as you let out a string of moans, after catching your breath you sat up as Giyu's hands moved to your hips as you shuffled until your entrance was right above his tip, you put your hands on his chest for support then slowly lowered yourself on him as the both of you tensed at the new feeling as Giyu's grip tightened on your waist you continued until his dick was hidden in your pussy and waited until you got use to his size before you began to slowly move up and down.

'Ugh Y/N... hhaahh so tight!' You heard Giyu moan as you tightened around him as he moaned louder. Gradually you increased your speed, you then brought a hand to your clit as you messed with it making you tighten more on Giyu's dick 'AAaaHHHahhH! Y/N so good you're soo good!' He yelled out moaning along side you, his grip on you was like a vice as he helped you move faster on him and it felt more like he was the one doing all the work as he used all his strength to slam you on his dick as he also thrusted his hips up meeting you half way 'Aaaaahhh! Giyu I'm close!' You screamed out, grinding against him to reach your orgasm quicker as he continued to slam into you in an inhuman speed ‘M-Me too Y/N! God you feel so good!’ He cried out.

You felt him twitch inside you and you knew he was also close 'H-Hey mmmngh G-Giyu! Let's ahh! Let's come together!' You finally managed to cry out and Giyu sat up and shoved his head in your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your hips, and you snuggle into his shoulder and you felt him hit your g spot making you moan then biting his shoulder to ground yourself while Giyu let out a surprised gasp as he cam inside you which put you over the edge making you clench on him sucking him for all his worth and you continued to suck and bite at his neck making him whine.

You got off him and brought out a futon big enough for the both of you, then dragged an out of it Giyu to lay down with you as you cuddled up to him ‘If you want you can stay the night’ you spoke pulling the man closer to you as you combed your fingers through his soft locks ‘You should visit me again sometime’ you spoke which earned an mumble of agreement before you felt his breath even out, you cuddled up to Giyu as you yourself fell asleep.

Bonus:

‘Ara Ara Tomioka-san is that a love bite!’ Shinobu exclaimed pointing at the spot you bit on Giyu, he had to do a body check up and the bite mark hadn’t healed up yet ‘My Tomioka-san are you perhaps seeing someone?~’ Shinobu asked teasingly. Giyu had to make sure the next time he visits you to tell you to mark him somewhere less noticeable

Yoriichi + any character/s (separately)you'd want to write for, hcs for how they'd react to their s/o cooking them a grand meal with their favorites foods and such once they get back to their shared estate. When asked "what's the occasion?", s/o just smiles and goes "nothing, I just wanna show u ily" with a big smile 💕

Omg finally a Yoriichi ask this precious boy needs love

Characters: Yoriichi

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Yoriichi Tsugikuni

You and Yoriichi have been together for a while now and recently his been on a mission for about two weeks

He sent you a letter yesterday that he would be back home for dinner, so you thought this was the perfect opportunity to make a big meal so he can go to bed with a full stomach

You have been preparing dinner for the entire day since there was a lot of food and you wanted it to be perfect so your sweet baby can have a relaxing night when he returns

Just as you finished setting everything up you heard the front door open, quickly you ran to greet Yoriichi so you can send him to take a bath so he can be all clean and relaxed for his meal

As you turned the corner you saw your handsome boy, you ran up to him wrapping your arms around his neck and you gave him a peck on the lips before hugging him

Your smile widened when you felt his tense body relax against you pulling your body closer to his as he wrapped his arms around your hips hugging you back

“Hello love! I missed you so much!” You exclaimed happy to have Yoriichi in your arms again and you knew he felt the same “I missed you as well” he spoke burying his face in your neck as he exhaled and breathed in your comforting scent

You pulled back and cupped his face in your hands and gave him a deep sweet kiss as he tried to pull you even closer towards himself, but soon enough you needed air, so you leaned back with Yoriichi following your lips you giggled then told him to go to the baths so you can finish with dinner

He complied and walked off so you went back to the dining room to check if everything was all ready and after you were satisfied with the work you sat down and waited for Yoriichi to arrive

Once he did he looked over all the food prepared then his eyes landed on you sitting down patiently for him “What’s all this?” He asked sitting down next to you “Is today a special occasion?” He asked and you noticed he seemed tense about maybe forgetting something important “I guess you returning home to me safe is special, but I made this all so you could have a nice big meal when you got home!” You exclaimed happily

Yoriichi then gave you one of his rare smiles that you knew can outshine the sun "You are too good to me" he spoke still staring at you in admiration "Nonsense you deserve everything you want!" You exclaimed pouting which earned you a laugh from the usually stoic demon slayer

“Thank you love I really appreciate this” he spoke “No problem” you said “Now let’s eat before all this food gets cold!” You exclaimed beginning to dig into your food

"Y/N..."

"Yeah?"

"I love you so much"

"I love you too!"

I assume we can send requests right? If not, please ignore this ^^ I hope you're doing well! May I ask for sanemi with a stoic and seemingly emotionless s/o who's personality completely does an 180° with sanemi and his brother, genya, only, in private. S/O would be quiet and cold towards others but is so sweet, lovey dovey and soft towards Sanemi. The hashira are so confused how they even got together! Could be hcs, could be a scenario where they see a peek of s/o's soft side towards Sanemi, go wild! Thank you for your time, have a great day/night !!

This is so cute, also I am doing good thank you for asking 😊

So sorry it took so long to write!

Genre: Fluff

Ok so Sanemi loves you soo much!

with this I thought that reader is Gyomies tsuguko

with you training under him is when you met Genya

he was always shy around you cuz you were pretty

but then the two of you got to know each other and formed a sibling bond with you being the older sibling

when he told you about his past and how he wanted to apologize to his brother and you were 100% going to back him up

but when he said that he was no longer brothers

you were about to go feral

the both of you injured each other so bad that you both were sent to the Butterfly Mansion (With an angry Shinobu)

after you were done being pissed at Sanemi you asked him why he said all that

"It's because everyone close to me dies and I keep telling him to leave the Corps so he can get married and live a happy life"

and you called bullsh*t

"If you actually say he isn't your brother than he might think you're right, he told me what happened to your family, Genya tells me all the time how sorry he is that he called you a monster, he's trying to get stronger and become a Hashira so he can apologize to you"

your explanation kind of stuck with Sanemi

but after the both of you were fully healed Sanemi decided he wanted to fix his relationship with Genya so he asked you for help

you obviously said yes only cuz you wanted Genya to be happy (you were still salty at Sanemi)

once a week you two would meet up as you told the oldest Shinazugawa brother about his younger brother

over a few months of meeting up you got much more comfortable with Sanemi and began showing your more expressive side

and soon enough you caught feelings for the Wind Hashira

around the two Shinazugawa brothers you were a completely different person, you would be smiling constantly and speaking with a soft voice instead of your cold monotone voice

you would be much more bubbly and friendly but only around the two brothers, they thought you acted like this all the time until another Hashira talked to you, you were the usual deadpan person

when one of them would ask you would just say

"I just feel comfortable around you guys"

now you would love to confess to Sanemi but you didn't want to ruin the friendship you two had so you stayed quite

that was until Genya noticed both you and Sanemi pinning over each other

So he declared that he would get you two together if it's the last thing he does

at first he began to send the both of you messages by his crow for you two to meet him but he wouldn't show and would hope you two would talk

but you two just waited for him then left at sundown when he didn't show to hunt demons

after that he thought maybe he could make one of you jealous if one of you talk with another person but it just ended with you not really caring and Sanemi not seeming bothered

but all his efforts were seen as one day you were attacked by a Lower Moon and almost lost your life if Sanemi hadn't saved you

you were unconscious for two weeks and everyday Sanemi would visit you as best as he can since he is a Hashira and is very busy

he also collected a flower everyday you were asleep and when you woke up he confessed to you with a flower bouquet of the flowers he collected

you of course said yes and Genya made Ohagi to celebrate as the three of you ate the treat

the only Hashira that would know of your and Sanemi's relationship is Gyomie (cuz he knows everything)

and Shinobu cuz she witnessed the confession and congratulating you two (thankful Sanemi isn't SIMPing over Kanae anymore)

the way the other Hashira found out about you two was when you accompanied Gyomie to a Hashira meeting and the others noticed Sanemi standing close to you as well as talking with you in a surprisingly calm and soft voice

the others got curious and quitted down to listen to you two

since the other Hashira's have met you and would compare you to the Water Hashira they wondered how you and Sanemi got so close

until they saw you let out a loud adorable laugh and you lit up like the sun and Sanemi just stared at you in admiration and adoration with a deep red blush over his cheeks

after you finished laughing you gave Sanemi a kiss on the cheek making his face erupt in flames as you smiled at him and you grabbed his hand as you continued talking to him with a big loving smile

Yo

I might post some Giyu smut as a late birthday thing

anyone interested?

hi hi! i love your writings and especially your hashira’s darling series so much, could i request student!rengoku with a crush on the reader? i wonder how he would act around his crush and how he would confess💕💕💕💕

Sorry this took so long I've just been caught up in school work!

But I hope you like how this came out

Genre: Fluff (This is so sweet! Like you will get diabetes sweet)

Rengoku with a high school crush would probably try to really get close with his crush

He would always try to find time to hang out or spend time with them

Oh Kyojuro wants to be a history teacher but is asking darling for help on his history homework

Kyojuro wants to walk darling home even though they know were they live but he always say "It's because I want to make sure you get home safe!"

compliments you every time he can "Y/N! You look pretty as always!" Even though your hair was a mess because you were going to be late for school

But today was the day he would finally tell you how he feels (since his friend Uzui has been bugging him about it for a while)

You open your school locker and find a pink note inside

"Dear L/N Y/N

Please meet me after school at the big tree behind the school, I wish to tell you something"

You could tell Kyojuro wrote this it was in his handwriting, so just as he wrote you met the boy at the tree 'H-Hello Y/N!' Kyojuro stuttered clearly nervous 'Hi Kyojuro, you're sweating a lot... do you want me to take you to the nurses office?' You asked putting a hand to his forehead to see if he had a fever 'I'm fine Y/N! Just nervous!' He yelled hoping to get rid of his nerves 'Oh! Why are you nervous?' You asked curious 'W-Well... you're a really good friend to me and my heart always beats faster whenever you smile or your near me and your laugh is so pretty. But if you don't feel the same I still want you in my life-' but Kyojuro got cut of as you jumped at him making you two fall over as you hugged him 'Finally you told me! I thought I'd have to confess at this point!' You exclaimed happily hugging Kyojuro tighter 'So you feel the same!' Kyojuro asked hopeful 'Of course I do! You're pretty obvious' you spoke getting off Kyojuro as the both of you sat up 'So would you let me court you?!' He asked as excited as a puppy is to greet their owner, you giggled at how cute he was then nodded happily 'Than would you let me take you to this new ramen restaurant that opened?' Kyojuro asked standing up while also helping you up 'I'd love to!' You exclaimed happily taking his hand in yours but he stiffened up 'Uh isn't my hand sweaty?' He asked he definitely didn't want to make you uncomfortable on your semi-first date 'It's fine even if your hand was covered in sewer water I'd still want to hold it!' you happily spoke making the Rengoku blush at your sweet words 'L-Let's get going!' Kyojuro yelled fast walking to the ramen shop hoping you wouldn't notice his red cheeks 'Why are we in a hurry-' you began than stopped yourself 'Kyojuro are you blushing! Come on look at me I wanna see your cute face!' You exclaimed trying to get a look as his blush reddened

The Hashira's Darling | Chapter Two | Various x GN Reader

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!WARNING!

This story contains: Abuse, Family Abuse, Rape (But not explicit), Alcohol Abuse and an Alcoholic Father!

If any of these trigger you please do not continue and take care of yourself!

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Part Three

The three of you had gotten into a routine, you would wake up first to make breakfast for the three of you then you would take care of your plants in your greenhouse then you would spend time with the Hashira whether it be you playing some instruments or playing a board game, reading together, giving them a message or just spending time together in general. The week was ending and you noticed both Hashira were feeling down about leaving so you came up with the idea of sending letters together, which is were you are now as your Kasugai Crows were getting to know each other as the Hashira were ready to leave 'I wanted to give you two something before you leave' you said right before the three of you left your cottage 'For you Kocho I have this pouch filled with myrrh it helps with anger so whenever you feel angry just smell this' you explained handing over the pouch it was purple that had a brown string tying it together 'Thank you (L/N)' she smiled and you knew it was a real smile as she took the gift putting it in her pocket 'For you Iguro I made this scarf so you and Kaburamaru can keep warm!' You exclaimed presenting the scarf, it had the same pattern as Iguro's haori 'These are lovely gifts (L/N)' Iguro smiled wrapping it around his neck as Kaburamaru snuggled into it, Winter was about to end so Spring was close by but you wanted to make sure the two were warm. The three of you were walking to were the Kakushi would bring the new Hashira as well as bring Kocho and Iguro back to the Demon Slayer Corps.

The two people you saw was a girl with pink hair and green tips which you thought looked very cute, the man next to her looked very intimidating with scars all over his body with a pissed off expression 'I might need some more myrrh' you commented making Iguro and Kocho snicker grabbing the two other Hashira's attention 'Iguro how have you been!' The girl called out running up to you three and you looked up to her, she looks very cute 'I've been good, (L/N) has been taking care of me and Kocho very well' Iguro said smiling down at you and you smiled back 'Kyaa! Your (L/N)! I've heard so much about you from Iguro! You look so cute!' She said having a small blush as her words made you extremely flustered 'Umm. T-Thank you. Your also really cute!' You stuttered out still recovering and the girl's face also became red while Iguro watched thinking the two of you were absolutely adorable, while the three of you were distracted Kocho was talking with the male 'Shinazugawa you better be nice to (L/N) alright?' Kocho warned with her scary smile even making the said Hashira tense up 'What's so special about them anyway?' Sanemi asked glaring at you he didn't want to admit that you were very cute like Kanroji exclaimed 'They're kind so you should be kind, I was told from Oyakata-sama that they do this because they want to' Shinobu smiled as you talked happily with Iguro and Kanroji while Sanemi just stared.

Soon Kocho and Iguro were off and you were leading Shinazugawa and Kanroji to your home 'Well here we are!' You exclaimed as the two took it in '(L/N) your home is so calming!' Kanroji gasped looking around 'Well I'm glad it feels that way' you said smiling up at her until you heard Shinazugawa 'tsk' 'Is something wrong Shinazugawa? Do you need something?' You asked looking up at the man 'Are we gonna stand outside all day or what?' He asked impatiently 'Right! Sorry' you apologized walking to the front door and unlocking it to let the two Hashira inside, like before you showed the two their rooms and yours, you were going to tell them about your hot springs until it started to rain and there wasn't a roof over the hot springs so instead the three of you were chilling in your comfort room 'So you live here by yourself (L/N)?' Kanroji asked looking at you worried sipping the tea you mode for the three of you 'Yes I do' you said 'Doesn't it get lonely by yourself out here?' She asked 'Well sometimes, it was hard to get used to since my family was so big but it's nice that I can hear my own thoughts here' you smiled thankful you escaped your family 'What is your family like they must be amazing!' Kanroji chirped not knowing your mood soured at the topic 'Well they're like other families I guess. I-I'm going to get some fresh air' you murmured getting up before the two could speak and left to the engawa.

You sat down near the edge of the engawa but far enough not to get yourself wet from the rain, slowly you moved your yukata to show your heavily scarred body as you traced the damaged muscle, hearing foot steps you quickly covered yourself 'It's just me' you heard Shinazugawa say as he sat near you but gave you your space 'Ah, Shinazugawa I didn't mean to leave in such a hurry. I'm acting like a very bad host' you spoke leaning in on yourself to seem small 'You know my dad wasn't the best' Shinazugawa began and you looked up at him curios 'He would beat me and my siblings and was very angry and would make my mum cry, but she was so strong she had a small and weak body but would always defend us and get herself beaten instead' Shinazugawa smiled while talking of his mother and he turned to face you, as you were full on bawling and Sanemi froze you looked just like his mother small and weak, even if he was being mean to you like his father you were still so kind.

'My own father was the same' you commented and removed some of your yukata to show Sanemi your families abuse 'My father would usually smash his alcohol bottles over me and my mother would burn me with her lighter my sisters and Aunt would lock me in the basement sometimes for a few weeks, and my Uncle would touch me...' you trailed off into sobs and Sanemi was frozen you have been hurt so much you are far too good for this world 'I wished that I could be strong like you' you said 'W-What?' Sanemi questioned 'My muscles were hurt too much and gotten damaged too many times that when I tried to fight as a Demon Slayer the pain was unbearable and I blacked out. So instead I offered to help Kagaya by giving his children a place to wind down and relax. I only get visitors once or twice a moth and they only stay for a week so I guess I am lonely like Kanroji said' you rambled as you tried to focus on your breathing 'Is it ok if I hug you?' Sanemi asked and you stared a bit telling he was nervous 'Please do' you whispered desperately and the Wind Hashira who was characterized as being aggressive and threatening, carefully lifted your body in his lap and held you while running his fingers through your hair.

Sanemi at first thought of you as weak and small like his mother but he was remembered that just like his mother you were strong, he tightened his grip on you even though you are strong he needs to protect you no matter what he couldn't protect his mother but he can protect you and he will protect you, usually he would push away the people he loves like Genya but with you he feels like he physically can't do that 'Thank you shinazugawa you are very kind' you thanked giving him a tired smile that the Hashira thought made you even more adorable and his face erupted in flames being reminded how adorable you are 'I-It's no problem' Sanemi muttered growing more embarrassed by the second 'If you want I can leave you seem uncomfortable' you commented looking up at him while he finally looked down at you 'No I'm fine it's just been a while since I've held someone!' Sanemi rushed out 'Would it be ok if we cuddled tonight?' You asked face completely red from your own question as you avoided eye contacted and Sanemi felt as if an arrow was shot through his heart 'S-Sure' Sanemi agreed enjoying the way your face lit up and carried you to your room and Sanemi set out a bigger futon for two, he let you lay down first and nervously got under the blanket and he laid down extremely stiff.

'Shinazugawa is it alright if I try something?' You asked and after the Hashira gave you the okay, you gently moved Sanemi's head to your chest and held his face so gently as you put your own head on top of his 'Your hair is very soft' you commented already falling asleep with Sanemi's body heat warming you up, and the Wind Hashira was shacking softly as to not to disturb you, he then wrapped his arms around your waist and buried himself deeper into your chest, you were warm oh so very warm he could hear your heart beating comfortably lulling the white haired man to sleep.

When Sanemi woke up you were thankfully still asleep as he looked up at your face admiring how calm you looked asleep, thinking of a great idea he got up and went to the kitchen to make you some breakfast, halfway through Kanroji had woken up and after hearing about what Sanemi was planning she was more than happy to help seeing as the Wind Hashira wasn't the best cook. You had woken up to an empty bed and assumed you had just dreamed up the events of last night as you tightened your yukata around you and went to the kitchen to make breakfast, but once you entered the kitchen you were shocked to see Kanroji and Shinazugawa finishing up making pancakes '(L/N)! You shouldn't be here, we were going to surprise you in bed!' Kanroji whined pointing at you accusingly and Sanemi looked a little disappointed you woke up early 'Well this is still a surprise, if you two wanted breakfast you could've woken me up' you spoke letting out a high pitched yawn as the Hashira couldn't believe how cute you are 'That wouldn't work since we wanted to make breakfast for you' Shinazugawa explained putting the finished pancakes on the small dining table ushering you to sit down and eat and you did so 'After our talk last night I've decided that you will be the one relaxing this week' Sanemi stated shocking you 'You don't have to do that Shinazu-' you started but was cut off 'I was also wondering if we could call each other by our first names?' Sanemi asked shyly.

'That's fine with me Sanemi' you said trying out the name on your tongue and Sanemi smiled warmly, while Kanroji was squealing internally at how you two would be so cute together for some reason she felt sad for a second she doesn't know why but then she realized she was falling for you, she was falling so fast and she's already losing you to Sanemi but she hasn't lost yet, with a determined look Kanroji picks you up while Sanemi was washing the dirty dishes and she takes you to the hot springs 'Um. Kanroji aren't I heavy?' You asked but it seemed the girl wasn't struggling at all 'Not at all (L/N) you don't weigh anything to me!' Kanroji exclaimed placing you back on the floor as you entered your hot springs 'You get yourself comfortable and I'll join you!' Kanroji declared walking back to the changing room, and you removed your yukata and folded it neatly near the edge and dipped yourself in the warm pool of water until your head was visible and soon Kanroji had joined you.

'(L/N)! Why are you hiding? You don't have to!' Kanroji shouted out with a pout you giggled at how childish she was acting "Sanemi didn't react too bad when I showed him my scars so maybe Kanroji will be the same!" You thought hopefully then finally revealed your heavily scarred body and Kanroji let out a shocked gasp '(Y/N)! Who could have done this to you?!' She asked gently placing her hands on your shoulders as to not irritate your skin 'My uh..... My family did this. That's why I left so suddenly when you brought them up' you explained with a wobbly smile not knowing that your words stung deep, she was the one that caused you to remember such pain, then she remembered a conversation she had with the Wind Hashira before you entered the kitchen.

'Hey Kanroji!' Sanemi called out to the girl while she was flipping a pancake 'Yes Shinazugawa?' '(L/N) didn't have the best of day yesterday so would you mind helping me make this week about (L/N) instead?' Sanemi asked in a smooth tone 'Really? Of course do you know why yesterday was a bad day?' Kanroji asked worried over you 'Yeah I'm pretty sure the topic of family for them is a bad one so maybe don't bring that up around them ok?' Sanemi asked and Kanroji remembered the day before when you suddenly left after she mentioned your family, of course at the time she was extremely worried that your mood suddenly worsened but she didn't want to pry or make you uncomfortable so instead she let Sanemi see you.

Kanroji was suddenly brought back to the present when you pinched her cheek and the girl engulfed you in a hug 'I'm so sorry if I brought up bad memories I just wanted to get to know you more! But like Shinazugawa said this week is all about you!' Kanroji apologized then got a towel and lifted you up then settled you down on a rock then began to softly rub the wet cloth on your body, while cleaning your body Kanroji would kiss some of your scars some were ticklish which you would try to suppress your giggles but Kanroji would just tickle you more until you were crying for laughing too much 'I just can't believe this could happen' Kanroji said hugging your back and placing her head on your shoulder, while you tried to calm down your laughing fit and a small blush on your face 'You can't believe what could happen?' You asked leaning your head on hers 'That someone could hurt someone as kind and beautiful as you' Kanroji muttered hugging you more tightly while burying her head in your shoulder, at her comment you tensed up then smiled.

You turned your body to face Kanroji and cupped her face 'I don't think it's unbelievable, many people hurt others whether they want to or not, whether they are beautiful ugly kind or mean they'll all get hurt someway or another, you just have to figure out if they meant it or not and decide if you forgive them. I haven't talk with any of my family members since I came to Japan and what they did to me I can never forget and I'm not sure if I'm ready to forgive.... but I'd be willing to try' you stated smiling warmly at Kanroji. Then the front door to the Hot Springs was slammed open and you and Kanroji looked to see Sanemi with a towel wrapped around his waist as he stared at you two 'Ah! Sanemi! Sorry did you want to use the spring?' You asked not noticing Sanemi's face become covered in a blush as he threw a towel at your face 'Cover yourself or stay in the spring!' he yelled and you smiled walking back to the hot springs submerging your body again as Kanroji joined you sitting close but far enough to give you space.

Soon Sanemi joined you two staying close while occasionally glaring at Kanroji 'So what were you two talking about?' Sanemi asked 'Not much really just life stuff' you spoke smiling up to the white haired man 'Didn't seem like it wasn't not much' Sanemi muttered looking directly at Kanroji while he said that 'Well I should probably get out now I was going to go out and collect some flowers in the forest!' you talked happily 'I can come with you!' Sanemi rushed looking up at you as you stood wrapping a towel around your body and grabbing your yukata.

'I'll be fine! The place I'm talking about is still in the Wisteria forest so no demons can get me! Plus I'll be home before sundown!' You exclaimed walking out of the hot to get changed. You grabbed a basket and some scissors to snip the flowers from the stem instead of just breaking them, walking through the wisteria forest was always relaxing in your opinion, you would hear the birds chirping and would sometimes see a deer if you were lucky enough, you sat down and began to pick some flowers for some teas or for decoration until you heard someone cough very heavily, looking up you saw a man bent over a cart on a road, quickly walking over to the man you offered him your water container you brought in case you got thirsty 'Are you ok?' You asked the man 'Yes I'm alright I've just got a bad cough is all' he said 'Let me help you!' You yelled not waiting for an answer as you gripped the carts handle 'Are you sure I don't live that far from here' the man protested worried 'I'm sure lead the way!' You declared and began to follow the man to his home, hopefully this won't take too long and you can get home before any demons show up.

Demon Confusion ||| 悪魔の混乱 ||| Various x reader (Chapter Three)

It was dawn as Tanjiro was in the room you were sleeping in, he was writing in his journal, finishing he blew the light out and walked out the room, he looked at your sleeping form ‘Let’s go’ Urokodaki spoke looking at Tanjiro Nezuko stood up just finished putting her shoes on, Tanjiro closed the door to the room.

‘The Demon Slayer Core we number in the hundreds. An organization completely unrecognized by the government, since ancient times we have existed to hunt down demons. However, the identity of the Demon Slayer Cores leader has always remained a mystery. Demons their staple food humans, they hunt and kill them, it is unclear when or where they first appeared. Incredibly physical prowess their wounds heal almost instantly flesh completely restores itself severed limbs regenerated. Some can shape shift, some have other powers, they can only be killed by sunlight or by decapitation with a special sword. The demon slayers fight them with mere mortal bodies, as humans' wounds are slow to heal and their lost limbs are unable to grow back, nevertheless they fight to protect and defend humanity’

‘I am a trainer, my job is to teach new swordsman there are many other trainers, each one is different they all educate their students using their own methods. To complete your training and join the demon Slayer corps, you will have to survive the final selection process on Mount Fujikasane, and I decided whether you take that challenge or not’ Urokodaki had explained all of this on the first day their training would begin.

Starting today, I have decided to write this journal for (Y/N). Again, today I descended the mountain with Nezuko. We both train as hard as we can so we won’t die during final selection. We go down the mountain day after day. We both have become quite good at avoiding the traps. Nezuko and I have become stronger and my nose is even sharper at picking up scents. But the traps are getting much deadlier. It’s like he wants to kill us. Today we went down the mountain with a katana. It really gets in the way, so me and Nezuko got caught in a lot more traps.

Today we both started swinging the katana I say “today” but lately we do this every day. After descending the mountain, we swing our Katina's so much we feel like our arms will fall off.

The first thing he taught us was the katana breaks easily. It’s strong against force lengthwise. But weak against force from the side. With a katana you must attack straight ahead. When you swing a katana the direction of the blade and the direction of the force you apply must be the exact same. Furthermore, Urokodaki said. If you break your sword, I’ll break every bone in your body, he’s threats are very cold like the mountain.

Today we fell down a lot we were training to do it as softly as possible so we can get up quickly from any position. I raise my katana and charge Urokodaki trying to kill him, meanwhile his unarmed barehanded, he’s ridiculous strong he throws me over his shoulder every time I roll to the ground.

It was nighttime as Tanjiro and Nezuko entered your room you were still sound asleep ‘Hello (Y/N)’ they both greeted as Tanjiro went to write in his journal while Nezuko grabbed a brush and sat behind you, sitting you up as well as she began to brush your hair. Nezuko had cut her own hair, it ended at her chest since her long hair would get in the way of training ‘Hey Tanjiro, how long do you think (Y/N) will be asleep for?’ She asked looking down at you worried you had been asleep for three weeks now ‘I’m not sure but we have to stay strong for (Y/N)!’ Tanjiro exclaimed smiling at Nezuko she smiled back ‘Right!’ She responded putting you back in your futon, then she gave you a goodnight kiss ‘Good night (Y/N)’ she said then exited the room going to the one she shared with Tanjiro.

Today’s lesson was about breathing techniques and fighting forms. ‘Total concentration breathing?’ Tanjiro asked ‘That's right. Also, I’m going to be teaching you all ten water breathing forms. Start by taking a long deep breath so the oxygen flows through every cell in your body, this will enhance your healing ability and stabilize as well as energies your spirit. Now relax your arms and shoulders but keep your lower body braced’ both siblings did what Urokodaki said ‘Good, now breath’ the both of them took in a long breath but chocked when Urokodaki put pressure on their stomach.

‘Wrong! Next the forms’ Urokodaki spoke Tanjiro got into different poses ‘Right! How am I doing!’ ‘All wrong!’ ‘How about now?!’ ‘Still wrong!’ ‘Now?!’ ‘Again!’ ‘Now?!’ ‘Terrible!’ Urokodaki then continuously slapped Tanjiro’s stomach while Nezuko looked at the two with a blank face.

I get yelled at for not bracing my stomach and get clobbered to a pulp. The next lesson we had to become one with the water. Both Nezuko and Tanjiro looked over a very high cliff ‘Urokodaki are you sure this is safe?’ Nezuko asked ‘What are you waiting for get in already’ Urokodaki spoke then pushed Tanjiro with his foot making him fall of the edge ‘Aah! Tanjiro!’ Nezuko yelled as Tanjiro fell down ‘I’m doing this for (Y/N)!’ Tanjiro yelled as he fell ‘Now your turn’ Urokodaki said also kicking Nezuko over the cliff ‘wwwwhhhhyyyyyyy!’ Nezuko yelled as Urokodaki looked at their bodies floating down stream

As of now (Y/N) has been asleep for six months. Urokodaki called a doctor to look at you but he found nothing wrong. Yet it’s strange you keep sleeping like this. Nezuko and I are really scared I thought I’d wake up in the morning and you’d be dead. And that’s still how I feel every night. Nezuko hasn’t been doing too good either. She doesn’t take that many breaks and she’s constantly training I’m really worried about her-

Tanjiro looked over to you but you were gone ‘huh…. (Y/N)! Where are you!’ Tanjiro yelled immediately running out of the room he could faintly smell you and followed your scent until he found you standing in front of Nezuko she was crying at the sight of you, she ran up to you for a hug but instead of returning it you punched her! (Texas Smash!) ‘Nezuko what do you think you're doing! You're scaring me and Tanjiro! You should be taking care of yourself……I told you to be strong not reckless, you won’t be able to protect me or Tanjiro if you can’t protect yourself’ you were lecturing her sternly but you then returned to a calm voice of an older sibling.

You sat in front of her and hugged her ‘Please don’t hurt yourself like this’ you finished as Nezuko began sobbing. You looked up at Tanjiro who was shocked with tears of his own, you gave him your sweet smile and lifted an arm to invite him to join the hug. He sprinted and jumped at you two making you fall down, you gave a big laugh and hugged the two even tighter, they began to laugh as well they were so happy you were awake. Urokodaki had given the two the day off so you could catch up with the two.

When you were reading over Tanjiro’s journey you immediately got interested in total concentration breathing, you asked Urokodaki if he could teach it to you, and he was extremely surprised when you picked it up very quickly, you began to do the breathing constantly! ​​​​​​‘Urokodaki - Sama do you teach Tanjiro and Nezuko hand to hand combat?’ You asked the next day as said man was making dinner ‘No I do not, why do you ask?’ He questioned facing you ‘Well what if their katana breaks, or if it’s out of reach?’ You asked bringing up a good point ‘Well I don’t know much in hand-to-hand combat’ he said giving you a bowl of the soup he was making.

You didn’t go back to sleep after that it seems you got energy from eating instead of sleeping so you constantly had food on you ‘Hey! I can teach them! Please let me!’ You we’re excitedly looking at the man like a child, he let out a soft chuckle and ruffled your hair ‘Of course you can teach them’ he said ‘Teach who what?’ You looked at the door to see Nezuko and Tanjiro coming in after training each getting their own bowl and began eating ‘Starting tomorrow I’m going to teach you two hand to hand combat!’ You yelled as the siblings spit out the soup in shock and looked at you then Urokodaki.

They immediate moved behind the man as they stared at you in horror ‘Please Urokodaki don’t let (Y/N) do this!’ The two yelled ‘And since you two have become stronger I’m going to make the training harder than ever!’ You exclaimed finishing the soup while getting seconds. The two looked at each other in horror the last time you had taught them it was hell, even worse with the training they were currently doing ‘Now (Y/N), I think it’s best if Tanjiro and Nezuko stick to the training they're already doing’ Urokodaki said which made the siblings let out a sigh of relief.

You began wolfing down the soup then stopped to stare at the man ‘Fine if you say so’ you whined continuing to eat as Tanjiro and Nezuko fixed up the soup they spilled and began to eat.

Coming down the mountains even tougher now, we start up higher so the airs even thinner. It’s also really annoying when (Y/N) decided to also do training and they excelled at everything they even start at the top of the mountain. (Y/N) made it seem like it was effortless but I couldn’t really stay mad since (Y/N) is awake and even cheers me and Nezuko on. More than a few times I thought I was going to die.

‘That’s it I’ve taught you all I can. The rest is all up to you, you have to prove your capable of advancing to the next level. Come with me!’ Urokodaki said as Tanjiro and Nezuko followed him, it was starting to snow. Urokodaki stopped and the siblings stared at two huge boulders ​​​​​​’If you can cut this boulder in two. I will allow you to enter the final selection’ Urokodaki said and then walked away ignoring the two calling out to him.

“Is this really……. even possible can a katana even cut through that?” The two thought staring at the boulders with doubt. Tanjiro brought his katana out and swung down, the vibration from the impact on the rock shook all over Tanjiro. He looked at his katana relived ‘It didn’t brake’ Nezuko said also bringing out her katana and trying what Tanjiro did with the same outcome.

From then on, I spent every day practicing what I learnt from Urokodaki. All the basics like holding my breath and staying flexible, it’s a good thing I wrote it down in this journal. Nezuko had asked (Y/N) to help get her body stronger, (Y/N) training methods were odd they asked Nezuko to punch a tree until her knuckles bled, and also kick a tree till she felt her legs break. (Y/N) did some teachings like Urokodaki like with the breathing techniques they also made Nezuko do painful stretches making her more flexible. I joined in as well and I could feel myself becoming stronger. But even after six more months I can’t cut through the boulder. It’s frustrating enough, I’m not training hard enough. I got to do more.

It was almost sundown and Tanjiro was still at it with the boulder. He suddenly banged his head on the rock ‘Come on Tanjiro you can do this!’ He yelled to himself banging his head on the rock again ‘Silence’ a voice said making Tanjiro gasp. Looking up he saw a boy around his age with a fox mask and peach like hair, he had a wooden sword ‘It’s unseemly to whine so knock it off’ he spoke his voice calm “Who's this guy?” Tanjiro thought looking up at him “He has no scent and what’s with the mask?” Tanjiro continued to question him.

‘A demon slayer bares his suffering in silence, isn’t that what you want to be?’ The boy asked standing up ‘Then start acting like it’ he said then jumped off the rock and swung at Tanjiro who blocked him, the boy brought his leg up and kicked Tanjiro sending him away ‘Your slow, weak and immature that’s not what I’d call a demon slayer’ the boy said as Tanjiro stared at him.

Alright I’m gonna leave it there or else this will be way too long.

Taisho Era Secret

(Y/N) likes to sing Russian songs when bored and sings lullabies to Tanjiro and Nezuko to put them to sleep.

Demon Confusion ||| 悪魔の混乱 ||| Various x reader (Chapter 2)

'Excuse me, but could I take that basket and a little straw and bamboo?' Tanjiro had asked a man. It was day time and since you couldn't be in the sun Tanjiro went to get a basket 'We don't mind. But the basket has a hole in it' the man said looking at the boy 'That's alright can I pay you?' Tanjiro asked always so thoughtful and caring 'No need. It's a broken basket' the man said 'Please let me pay' Tanjiro said as nice as he was he was equally stubborn 'No thank you. You can have the other stuff too' the man spoke shaking his head 'But I WANT to pay!' Tanjiro yelled 'WE DON'T WANT IT! What a stubborn kid!' The man yelled 'Just take it! It's only a few coins anyway!' Tanjiro yelled slamming some coins in the mans hand, then he walked towards the needed items 'Thank you very much!' Tanjiro got the items and walked back to were his siblings were.

He arrived at a small cave, looking inside he thought he would see you but you were gone 'Hey, Nezuko were did (Y/N) go?' He asked looking at his sister worried 'Hmm? What do you mean, they should be there?' Nezuko asked kneeling next to her brother and looked inside 'HUH?! Were did they go?!' Nezuko yelled in shock when suddenly your head popped out of a hole they didn't see 'I'm right here' you spoke with an irritated face not entirely because of your siblings, but because of the sun, you used to love the warm rays of the sun, but now you looked at the day as something that can kill you.

After a few minutes Tanjiro had made the basket more durable with no holes, crawling into the cave Nezuko and Tanjiro looked at you '(Y/N), will you fit in here? I want us to travel during the day. I'll carry you' Tanjiro explained showing you the basket. Getting out of your Mole Hole you stepped inside the basket and sat down, but you were definitely too big 'Hmm.....(Y/N) you're as big as an adult can you reverse that, and get smaller?' Tanjiro asked after a few seconds your body began to shrink until you were the size of a child. Both younger siblings were shocked that actually worked 'That's perfect! Good job' Nezuko praised as you gave her and Tanjiro head pats.

Wrapping a cloth around the basket the two humans and demon were on their way again 'To get to Mount Sagiri, you first have to cross that mountain. The sun will set soon. And you're going to carry that huge load? And the both of you look so young it's dangerous' A lady spoke as her child clutched onto her side, both the siblings bowed thankful for her help and concern 'We'll be plenty careful. Thank you very much' the siblings said than began on their way 'People really do disappear up there. So don't get lost!' The woman yelled after the siblings, as they waved goodbye.

The siblings have been walking for a while, earlier on the sun set so you were let out, you held both Tanjiro and Nezuko's hands, until you felt something dangerous nearby. Immediately you stopped confusing the pair '(Y/N), what's wrong?' the both of them asked stopping their movement as well facing you, suddenly Tanjiro knew why you stopped 'T-that's the sent of blood!' Tanjiro yelled running forward pulling you and Nezuko along with him 'Brother calm down!' Nezuko yelled trying to keep up with the pace 'These mountain paths are dangerous. Someone may be injured!' Tanjiro yelled as you three reached the temple.

Tanjiro flung the damaged door open 'Is everyone alright!' Tanjiro yelled in worry but he fell quite with the scene in front of him, while Nezuko let out a gasp. It was a demon feasting on dead humans, at the sight you felt yourself begining to drool 'What?! Hey! This is MY territory! Get away from my feeding ground!' the demon spoke but you didn't care, you only stared at the bodies in hunger which made you DISGUSTED in yourself 'Hmm...? Something's wrong here. Are you three HUMAN?' The demon asked then he suddenly lounged at Tanjiro and punched Nezuko sending her back, quickly thinking Tanjiro grabbed his hatchet and swung at the demons neck 'A hatchet?! HA! HA! HA! Not bad! But a wound like this.....Will heal in no time! See the bleeding already stopped!' The demon spoke as his wound did in fact heal.

The demon lunged at the boy again making sure his hatchet was kicked away 'You'll never do that again! I'm gonna snap your neck' the demon said not noticing a figure run up to him 'Leave my brother alone!' Nezuko yelled picking up the hatchet and jamming it into the demons head 'Ugh! You bitch!' the demon yelled in pain then suddenly brought his hand up, wrapping it around Nezuko's neck and slammed her down on the floor, making the two scream in pain as the demon began to choke them. Hearing the two cry in pain you came to your senses, and ran at the demon and kicked his head off making a dent in a tree from the impact.

Both siblings looked at you shocked trying to catch their breaths '(Y-(Y/N)!' they yelled not noticing the headless body move to attack them, you brought you leg up and kicked it away putting a dent in another tree "I can't believe it! It just moved with it's head ripped off!" Tanjiro and Nezuko thought looking at the body horrified 'Why YOUU! I knew it one of you is a demon! Something didn't seem right! What are a demon and two humans doing together?!' the demon yelled as the body ran at the three you stood in front and connect your hands with the body in a wrestle position 'STOP!' the siblings yelled Tanjiro brought up his hatchet for another attack when he saw something coming at him from the corner of his eyes.

Swinging it to the side the demons head bit on the metal blade and arms appeared were his ears are, grabbing into Tanjiro's shoulders ‘Get off of me!’ Tanjiro yelled then head butted the demon hard making, Tanjiro kept on attacking the threw his hatchet trapping the demon to a tree ‘Nezuko! (Y/n)!’ Tanjiro yelled looking for the two, he saw the two of you, you were in front of Nezuko as she was dangerously close to a cliff while you were trying to keep the demons body away from Nezuko.

The demon kicked you to the side and lunged for Nezuko ‘Knock it off!’ Tanjiro ran at the demon and tackled him sending him over the cliff, Nezuko reached for Tanjiro catching him while also falling over the cliff, running you grabbed Nezuko’s hand before the two could fall to their deaths. Slowly you managed to pull the two to safety, giving them both a hug ‘Be careful’ you spoke calmly and sternly. You three walked back to the demon head Tanjiro brought out a knife staring at the unconscious demon head.

He began te hyperventilate when a hand was placed on his shoulder, Nezuko and Tanjiro looked at the man shocked ‘You can’t kill it with that’ he spoke he had a tengu mask on. The three of you looked at him shocked, you didn’t hear his footsteps ‘H-how can we kill it?’ Nezuko asked ‘Don’t trust what others say. Can’t you two think for yourself?’ The man asked the two looked at each other “If stabbing it won’t work. We’ll have to crush the head” the siblings thought each getting a medium sized rock.

The man looked at the two “These kids won’t do. Their kindness prevents them from making decisive action. When facing a demon. They reek of sympathy and consideration. They even feel sympathy for a demon. Giyuu these two are useless. The demon on the other hand. I can smell extreme power from them they want to help the two but they know they have to do this themselves. If they weren’t turned into a demon they would be a wonderful demon slayer” the man thought of this all looking between the three

You wanted to intervene and do this difficult task for your younger siblings, but you knew you couldn’t always protect them, they both had to get stronger. Looking to your left you noticed the sun coming up you grabbed the basket and cloth, going to the corner were the dead humans were you got smaller sitting in the basket wrapping the cloth over your head. The man had followed you and picked up the bodies to burry them.

Both Nezuko and Tanjiro looked at the now awake demon, they thought about how they should kill it, but didn’t with sympathy and softness still held them back, they felt the warmth of the sun and saw the demons head burn up and turn to ash ‘(Y/N)! Where are you?!’ The both yelled panicked for you, running to the temple they saw you covered and let a sigh of relief out. The two noticed the missing bodies and looked around the building.

They saw the man praying for the deceased ‘Um….excuse me’ Tanjiro said hesitantly as he and Nezuko walked up to the man ‘I am Urokodaki Sakonji. You two must be the ones Giyuu told me about’ Urokodaki introduced himself ‘y….yes I’m Kamado Tanjiro, and this is my little sister Nezuko. The demon is our older sibling (L/N) (Y/N)’ Tanjiro introduced you all ‘Tell me what will you two do when your sibling eats someone?’ He asked with a serious voice they both stared at him, until they both were slapped by the man ‘You think too slow!’ He chided them ‘You two struggle over the simplest decisions. You could never finish off a demon before the morning. Why couldn’t you answer the question immediately? You two are too soft! When your sibling eats someone, there are two things you have to do….first kill your sibling then slit your stomach and die! That is what it means to travel with your sibling who has become a demon! But it is your sacred duty to ensure that never happens. Your sibling must never take the life of an innocent person! Do you understand what I am saying!’ Urokodaki explained ‘Yes!’ Both siblings yelled agreeing to take on this burden.

‘Very well….I will test you both to see if you have what it takes to be a demon slayer. Carry your sibling and follow me’ he told them. Walking back to the temple they saw you sleeping Tanjiro carried the basket while Nezuko wrapped the cloth around the basket securely, and they where off. There was a huge gap between Urokodaki and the Kamado’s “He’s fast! How old is this guy?! And he’s feet don’t make any sound! (Y/N) this will be a rough ride but hang in there. But when suffering is all you’ve ever known’ Tanjiro thought of a memory he had.

You were stitching your kimono it had a tear in it, the fifth one this month ‘(Y/N) are you mending your kimono again? You should buy a new one’ Tanjiro spoke concerned but you just looked up at him with a smile ‘It’s fine Tanjiro I like this kimono! So instead I use the saved up money to buy you and everyone else plenty to eat!’ You spoke sweetly before continuing.

Nezuko also thought of a memory you and her were in a neighbouring town when a guy was making Nezuko uncomfortable so you punched the guy in the face hard and his friends beat you up then left ‘(Y/N)! You shouldn’t have done that!’ Nezuko was very shocked kneeling down next to you, you sat up and she saw your beautiful face was swollen with a bruise ‘I’m fine are you ok?’ You asked with a smile even though it hurt ‘You shouldn’t do that I was fine’ Nezuko felt tears going down her face and you brought her into a hug ‘Of course I had to do that. Your my little sister I’ll always protect you’ you then stood up wobbling a bit then brought Nezuko up ‘Now come on I saw a kimono that you will look beautiful in’ you smiled walking up to the store buying the said kimono, and Nezuko never wore a different kimono after that.

“We will make you human again! And I’ll buy you a new kimono!” Tanjiro thought “(Y/N) even though your the oldest! I’ll get stronger and protect you too!” Nezuko thought as the two continued to run. The both of the Kamado’s were panting hard kneeling on the floor trying to catch their breath ‘S…..so…..di did we…..pass the test?’ Tanjiro asked between breaths. Urokodaki slide the door open and took off the scarf around his head ‘The test is just beginning you two will climb the mountain. Leave your sibling inside and follow me’ he said the two looked at him shocked.

They put you inside the small house laying you down on a futon ‘I promise while you two are away I’ll protect your sibling’ Urokodaki said as the two thanked him. They then began the walk up the mountain it was nighttime already and there was heavy fog on the mountain “I’m already tired. My legs are getting weak….and I feel dizzy. The air is more shallow then the one at home” the both of them thought as they followed Urokodaki, he stopped then turned to the two ‘Now you must descend down the mountain by yourself, get to my house before sunrise and you pass’ Urokodaki said then disappeared.

‘That’s the test?’ Nezuko asked confused ‘oh, I get it he thinks we’ll get lost because of the fog. We just have to get back before sunrise. It should be easy with my sharp nose’ Tanjiro explained then started running down with Nezuko following. Tanjiro almost tripped over a rope but caught himself, he looked around then rocks were thrown at his face making blood come from his mouth ‘Tanjiro!’ Nezuko yelled concerned walking up to her brother, then he fell in a covered pit. He got out slamming his hand on another rope, he quickly stood up looking for the trap as a log hit him in the back, sending him to the floor.

Tanjiro stood up cursing in his head ‘Tanjiro calm down the air is thinner here, we need to get our breathing under control’ Nezuko said putting her hands on his shoulders and looking him in the eyes. Slowly he bagan to breath normally then nodded to his sister and they both continued down the mountain. They avoided some traps but still got hit by some. After some time it was almost sunrise and Urokodaki was getting a bit worried looking out the window.

The front door slide open and there was Tanjiro and Nezuko their clothes were messy with dirt all over them and they had a few cuts on them ‘w-we made it’ they both said falling to the floor from exhaustion ‘Tanjiro and Nezuko Kamado I accept you two as my students’ Urokodaki said making the siblings give him a weak smile.

Taisho Era Secret

(Y/N) had many men and women ask to marry them. But Tanjiro and Nezuko are very overprotective of who (Y/N) will be with. They want you to be happy.

Demon Confusion ||| 悪魔の混乱 ||| Various x reader (Chapter 1)

Your name is (L/n) (Y/N), you are an only child but you were your parents pride and joy, ever since you were born it seemed you had an effect on people, everyone that was around you absolutely loved you, which is why your parents trained you in combat, you were an absolute beast. Many people gravitated towards you, but you considered the Kamado family as your own family, whenever you weren't training you were always with the Kamado's, recently your parents had died, so the Kamado's took you in. Nezuko had just been born and then Takeo, Hanako, Shigeru and Rokuta you had joined their family and they accepted you with open arms.

It was the afternoon and you were in the room you shared with Nezuko, you were practicing your Shamisen, for your thirteen birthday everyone saved up as much money as they could to buy you one, you became obsessed with the instrument ever since a street performer passed through your small village, they had even taught you the basics, since then you were hooked. Hearing the door open you looked up and saw Tanjiro, giving him a soft smile you stopped playing 'Are you heading into town?' you asked when you were learning Japanese it was a pain, you see you were a foreigner from Russia, your parents brought you to Japan when you were 10 a year older than Tanjiro 'Yes, I wanted to tell you before I left' Tanjiro answered 'Are you sure, it's already the afternoon and it's very snowy today' I said with clear worry in my voice 'I'll be fine. I promise, I want to make sre we have a big new year feast!' Tanjiro tried to reassure me with excitement for the New Year and then he left for town.

It was night when it happened you sat down saying a prayer with everyone before you all ate. The front door had slammed open and there saw blood everywhere Nezuko was still alive you could feel it, looking forward you saw a man reach his hand out for her, with new found strength you ran to the man and was able to punch him right in the face, making him fly back but he quickly caught himself. You stood in front of Nezuko in a protective manner, you had a large scratch across your torso but you still stood tall 'Get away from my sister!' you yelled furious at this man hurting your family 'You are quite strong you made me bleed from just a punch. You will be a powerful demon' the man said then suddenly he vanished, No Behind! You turned and tried to dodge but he grabbed your neck before you could do anything, and you felt immense pain then blacked out.

Nezuko had woken up and saw your body, she let out a scream and ran to your side, she let out a sigh of relief as you still had a pulse, she quickly picked you up and began to run down the hill, maybe if she hurried and got you to town you would survive. Not far from the two was Tanjiro who could smell the approaching blood, and also began to run and he quickened he's pace when he saw his sister carrying you while unconscious 'NEZUKO!! What happened?!' Tanjiro yelled getting her attention while she staggered, the pain of her own injuries were weighing her down. Tanjiro grabbed you from his sister and put you on his back, but he suddenly lost his footing in the snow, Nezuko seeing this reached for you and Tanjiro but because of her blood lost fell down the cliff with you two instead.

Tanjiro’s eyes were wide he looked to his side to see he’s sister unconscious from blood loss, looking around he spotted you, he saw the big a big amount on your body from a scratch that went from your right shoulder to your left hip, ‘(Y/n), are you alright? You shouldn’t be up! Let me… carry you into town!’ Tanjiro yelled desperately running up to you ‘(Y/N)!…’ you looked downmat him, you had slit eyes like a cat and you were growling, you lunged at Tanjiro, he brought out he’s hatchet in time as you bit on the wood “A demon this is what old man Saburo said, was (Y/N)… A man eating demon? No that was impossible (Y/N) has been human… since the day I met them. But this (Y/N)… smells of blood and death. But (Y/N) couldn’t have done all that. They don’t have any blood on their mouth or hands, and I can smell another sent” Tanjiro thought of this all as you suddenly grew into the size of an adult.

Tanjiro looked shocked as you grew in size and strength ‘(Y/N)… Hold on (Y/N)! Fight it fight for your life. I know your strong don’t turn into a demon! You can do it!’ Tanjiro yelled with tears streaming down his face ‘(Y/N)…’ Tanjiro stopped as he felt your tears land on his cheeks, he could smell sadness and guilt, you suddenly looked to the side to see a man with a sword. Tanjiro grabbed your neck and pushed you away from danger and his hair was cut off instead of your neck.

Making you two roll from the momentum, the attacker stood tall ‘Why did you protect them?’ He asked ‘S-sibling they are my older sibling!’ Tanjiro yelled you growled at the man trying to get out of Tanjiro’s hold ‘You call that thing your older sibling?’ The stranger asked while Tanjiro stayed silent he began to run at the two, so Tanjiro leaned down trying to protect you, but you were no longer under him.

Tanjiro looked up in horror to see you being held as you thrashed around trying to escape ‘Hey! Let (Y/N) go! Let my sibling go!’ The two boys stopped at the new voice ‘Nezuko!’ Tanjiro yelled worried for his sister ‘Don’t move, killing demons is my job, so I’m going to decapitate your older sibling’ the guy explained, you struggled more and he was taken aback by your strength as he put more pressure on he’s grip ‘Wait (Y/N) hasn’t killed anyone yet!’ ‘Yeah, plus their was a man at our house who attacked us and (Y/N) protected me!’ Both siblings yelled in your defense ‘Not (Y/N), I don’t know how this happened but it was definitely that man!’ Nezuko yelled standing next to her brother.

The man looked like a blank canvas ‘That's easy. Demon blood got inside your sibling so they turned into a demon. That is how man eating demon multiply’ He said it so simple ‘(Y/N) would never eat anyone!’ Both siblings yelled ‘A moment ago they almost ate you’ he spoke pointing his sword at Tanjiro ​​​​​​’No, I’m sure they now who we are!’ Tanjiro yelled ‘I won’t let them hurt anyone. We’ll find a way to cure them we’ll make them human again!’ Tanjiro yelled while Nezuko nodded in agreement ‘They won’t get better. A human who becomes a demon cannot go back’ he was still struggling to hold the demon.

How much blood did you get? ‘We’ll find a way! I swear! Please don’t kill them!’ Nezuko yelled in desperation ‘We’ll also find the man that killed our family we’ll do all that so’ Nezuko continued as the man brought his sword closer to your neck ‘STOP!!’ Tanjiro yelled cutting his sister off “We can’t lose (Y/N) too!” The siblings thought as they both bowed deeply ‘Please stop. Please don’t kill our older sibling! Please’ the both of them pleaded ‘Never leave yourself so DEFENSELESS in front of an enemy!’ The boy yelled clear hatred on his face.

Both siblings were shocked ‘Stop bowing so pitifully. If that worked, your family would still be alive! How can weaklings like you, who bows down when it’s time to fight! To kill or be killed… how can such a person….…cure their older sibling? Or even find their enemy! If you want something…..you must fight for it! The meek have no power and no options! The strong will crush them in every way! Demons might know how to cure your older sibling……but……No demon will respect your whining and begging! And for that matter I don’t respect you two either! That’s reality! Before…..why did you cover your sibling! Did you think that would protect them! Why didn’t you throw your hatchet? Why did you show me your back?! That’s how I was able to take them! I should have skewered you three!’ He yelled at the two and you wriggled around even more.

How could he say such harsh words to your little siblings, everything was quite except for your growing, he lifted his sword after a moment and struck it through your shoulder as you screamed in pain ‘No!!’ Both siblings went into action both of them threw a rock at the guy, who easily deflected them. Nezuko grabbed another rock and threw it aiming for his head but he moved to the side, she then brought her left leg up and aimed for the head. Just liked you showed her, but he blocked it then brought the end of his handle down making her unconscious.

Tanjiro ran for his hatchet and threw another rock with it also missing, he then ran forward screaming, once he got in striking distance, the guy also knocked him out like Nezuko. You stopped growling as you looked at Nezuko and Tanjiro, they are your little siblings, your only family, Protect Them, PROTECT THEM!

You felt his hold on you slip, so you took the opportunity and and got free, you kicked him far enough that he hit his back against a tree, quickly you ran to your siblings. PROTECT THEM, PROTECT THEM. You stopped right in front of them in a protective manner ‘L….leave….LEAVE MY FAMILY ALONE!’ You had shouted as the mans shocked face somehow became more surprised. Taking advantage you ran at him growling, you used your claws to scratch at him and you managed to injure him.

You were tired and hungry but you were going to win, you can’t let him hurt them. But you felt a hand to your left side of your neck and became unconscious. Kie, Takeo Hanako, Shigeru and Rokuta all sat around Tanjiro and Nezuko worried ‘I’m sorry to leave you behind, Tanjiro, Nezuko. Take care of (Y/N) for me, all right?’ Immediately Nezuko and Tanjiro woke up and clutched onto (Y/N) with tears ‘Your awake?’ The two looked up and saw the guy who had hurt you.

Nezuko brought your body towards her in a hug as Tanjiro stood in front of the two of you ‘Go see an old man named Urokodaki Sakonji who lives at the foot of Mount Sagiri. Tell him that Tomioka Giyu sent you. Your sibling should be fine because it's cloudy today……But don’t let them into direct sunlight’ after that he was gone.

Tanjiro had carried you up to the house since Nezuko was injured, once they arrived you had woken up and got off Tanjiro ‘(Y/N), are you ok?’ ‘Your not hurt are you?’ Both siblings asked you as you looked between the two, you brought your arms up and pulled the two towards you and gave them a hug.

They both wrapped their arms around you and began to cry, you held them tighter until they stopped sobbing slowly you pulled away and placed a hand on their cheeks ‘We need to be brave and strong, look out for each other, protect each other’ you told them and they nodded. After burying your family and praying, you went to your room and packed up your Shamisen and walked outside with it ‘Ah, (Y/N) your bringing your Shamisen?’ Nezuko asked as you nodded yes, you handed it to Tanjiro then you squatted in front of Nezuko. ‘Nezuko hop on your hurt’ you spoke as she hesitantly hopped on.

The both of them knew you were still their kind hearted older sibling, even if you were a demon now, you held Nezuko up by her thighs and she wrapped her arms around you neck, you and Tanjiro began walking ‘Hey, Tanjiro?’ You called to him as you three were far from home ‘Yes (Y/N)?’ He asked turning his attention to you ‘Were are we going?’ You asked as Nezuko was sound asleep 'Some place called Mount Sagiri, the guy before Tomioka Giyuu said to find a man who lived there named Urokodaki Sakonji' Tanjiro explained as you looked ahead of you, you only hoped that you three would be safe with this man.

Taisho Era Secret

Did you know that Muzan actually felt an intense and scary aura before (Y/N) attacked and he actually felt scared

Thank you for 500 followers!!

Oh my goodness... guys... looking back on when I first started out writing on tumblr because my best friend suggested posting some of my stuff on there I never expected to be here. 500 is a lot of new friends and if you've liked what I've been doing, buckle in because I have a lot more planned! I cannot express how grateful I am for all of you, each like, comment, reblog, message -- literally anything -- makes me so happy. Seeing someone enjoy something I created (no matter how I feel about the work) brings a euphoric warmth to my chest. It's so weird to explain, so instead of getting too emotional about all the support I've received, let me do what I do best and thank you with something a little special. I've been a tad busy with the new semester of university starting up, but during the break, I came up with the idea to draw the character banners for this special! Digital art isn't my strong suit (very obviously), but I wanted to show you all how much I appreciate you. I hope to continue creating for a long time and getting better with each post! Without further ado, enjoy a little something special for all of you~

Virgin fem!reader

includes: Kyojuro Rengoku, Giyu Tomioka, Sanemi Shinazugawa, and Obanai Iguro

warnings: I saved the absolute filth for the very end you animals ;) MDNI, NSFW, virgin sex, creampie, four guys at once (wtf yn), heavy kissing, cum whore, hashira slut, hungry for that d*ck, cockbulge, rough, if I'm honest yn gets obliterated...

wc: 3.6k

Obanai’s eyes close for a moment as you speak. “Let me get this straight, you want me to take your virginity?” His eyes open, piercing into your soul. “What kind of bullshit request is that? You chose this setting to ask me such a thing?” He looks you up and down, then behind your head where the training dojo still mechanically clicks. “What is wrong with you?” 

A bashful blush spreads up your neck at the hashira’s question. “Well, isn’t it training… in a sense?” You offer, grinning at the way his brows shoot up. 

“What? No?” He deflates, probably regretting the suggestion to train with you this afternoon. “What even gave you the notion that I’d want to do such a thing?” His golden eye glints with the overhead lantern, a swarm of emotions hidden behind the spread of color. 

The way he stares into your eyes gives you the same kind of adrenaline as fighting during battle. “You know I’m a fast learner and even more willing to continue when it hurts,” His head tilts to the side at your words, is he actually considering it? 

In a brief second, the snake pillar is next to you, sliding his hand across your hips. “You’ll have to do a lot more training to handle what I have in store for you.”

Giyu pauses, turning to stare at you. “Did I hear you right?” His deep blue eyes are carefully watching your next moves. At this point, you were getting desperate. There was an itch clawing its way out of your stomach. 

Going to each of your friends wasn’t the most delicate way to approach this situation, but it was bound to get the job done one way or another. “Please, Giyu. It won’t take much.” He lowers his gaze – his body facing you. 

There was something hanging in the air, like a cord about to snap from too much pressure. “Yn, I’m not sure your request is one I can grant,” He trails off, averting his gaze. His usual stoic expression is now a mix of confusion and self-restraint. “Isn’t that something you want to be romantic…?” He questions, more to himself than to you. 

A bubble of laughter falls from your lips as you observe him slowly going insane. “Honestly? I’d rather it be anything other than romantic. That way only my pussy gets hurt, not my heart.” The look on Giyu’s face is one of horror. “So I’m guessing that’s a no…” You frown, pouting slightly. You were slowly running out of options.

The flame hashira’s mouth falls open. “I must’ve misheard you…” You groan dragging a hand down your face. 

“Why does everyone keep saying that? I can be loud and clear if you want me to be,” A smirk plays with your lips as Kyojuro blinks rapidly. He glances at the surroundings, meeting your gaze once more. 

His brows furrow, the sweat from early morning practice still fresh against his skin. “You’re far too delicate to be requesting such a thing,” He takes pause, letting his crimson pupils fall to your sturdy frame – the words he just spoke slowly being swallowed by a lingering urge to bend you over the deck right this second. 

You blow out a frustrated breath, placing your hands onto your hips. “Yeah right and I’m guessing the next excuse you’re going to make is that I couldn’t handle you? Please Kyojuro, we both know you love it when you don’t quite fit.” You roll your eyes, scoffing at the last option you had. 

Kyojuro’s face flushes as he glares down at you. “And we both know your cunt would gobble me up like its been starved, don’t we princess?” His words snap you out of the disappointing lull you’d led yourself into again. 

He advances toward you until your ass presses against the wood of the deck. “W-wha-?” Your skin feels like tingles are eating you alive. A smug laugh flows from his nose as he peers down at you. 

“Now scamper along before you bite off something too big for you to chew.”

There’s a tight smirk on Sanemi’s lips as he sits across from you. “Let me get this straight sweetheart, you want me,” He points a finger inward, his brows raising ever so slightly as the words form in his mouth. “To take your virginity?” His gaze drops to your lips, then lowers to where your knees are practically glued together. He scoffs, lifting his lilac eyes to meet yours. “Heh, what makes you think yer’ ready for that, petal?” He’s leaning back, arm slung over the sofa’s back. 

Your back stiffens as you clench your hands into tiny angry packed balls. Meeting his gaze is harder than you ever imagined, especially after you marched your way into his manor with such boldness, declaring that you wanted him to take you for the first time. “If I weren’t ready I wouldn’t be asking you, now would I?” Your words are proud, but your voice is another story. The quiet squeak at the end of your sentence gives you away and the amused gleam in Sanemi’s eyes doesn’t give you a moment to hide behind. 

He stands, sauntering over to you, the tips of his zori brushing against your feet. He places a gentle hand on your knee before pushing your legs apart. “Then you’re goin’ to haf’to spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” His voice is calm, but the swirl of darkness that swims in his irises tells a different story. “It’s okay, in order for this to work, you need to give yourself to me. Trust me completely with your mind, soul, and,” his throat bobs as his palm slides up your thigh, brushing the hem of your skirt. “Body.” He finally manages to spit out. 

Everything clicks into place as the wind pillar pushes you against the cushions, stepping between your knees to bend down near your face. “S-Sanemi?” You sputter, your eyes flittering around his face. 

He’s gentle, so soft with you. It makes the whole world fall apart as he runs his thumb across your bottom lip. “Yes, petal?” His voice is barely above a whisper, the breath from his mouth tickling your hair. 

A moment of silence. The question dancing on your tongue like a curse. The beating from your pulse was tugging on your brain. “Do you think I’m loveable?” What falls from your mouth surprises him, his brows twitching for the slightest moment. Then a small chuckle erupts from his nose, eliciting a sinking feeling to wrap you in a dark blanket. 

Then he’s all smiles, pressing his forehead against yours. “If you’d let me, yeah. I’ll love you however you want and most importantly…” He slips his head between your shoulder and neck, dragging his lips tenaciously against your sensitive skin. “Whenever.” A thrill of warmth spreads through your stomach, rendering you useless as the hashira – practically gleefully – kisses the length of your neck. “Do you approve of my answer, petal?” 

A shiver runs up your spine, meeting the heated gaze in Sanemi’s eyes. “Absolutely.”

“There’s just one thing…” He hushes against your skin, slowly backing away from your view. It's then that you realize there are three more guests in the room. They all stare at you, a pleased expression being the farthest thing away from how they glare. “I think you have some explaining to do.” Sanemi crosses his muscular arms over his chest. Why did his chest have to be so distracting? It was going to make this explanation so much harder. 

Where could you even start? That you were talking with some other slayers during a mission and you realized how far behind you are with sexual exploits. Not that it mattered much, but damn the way some of them were talking made you go a little crazy. “W…well…” You stammer, glancing at their disapproving faces. “Uh… I was really horny?” You offer up. Why the hell did you say that? Obanai shares a look with Sanemi while Kyojuro lets out a soft grunt. 

Giyu steps forward, his brows knit together as he speaks. “And so you thought you’d ask each of us to fuck you?” He looks down the lineup, a long sigh slipping past his lips. 

Sanemi takes a step forward, raking his eyes over your disheveled hair and red splotches on your neck. He scoffs, peering off to the side. “If you’re going to act like such a bitch in heat, then I think it’s rather fittin’ if you deal with the consequences.” He nods to the men behind him. “You had the courage to whore yourself out to one of us, so what’s the difference between having us all at once?” 

Obanai joins his friend’s side. “Look at her Shinazugawa, she’s practically soaking from the very idea.” He steps around Sanemi, snatching up the point of your chin angrily. He squishes your cheeks together, forcing you to look up at him. There’s a glint of something salacious behind the vacant expression he usually wears. “You wet for us, hashira whore?” All you can manage is a meek nod, your eyes watering from the sting of his nails digging into your skin. “Good, that’s good. So eager to please.” He tilts his head, observing the tears welling in your eyes. 

With a brisk movement, you’re lying on your back, the four of them hovering over you in various positions. Giyu and Obanai are near your head while Kyojuro and Sanemi pair off near your knees. “Who wants first taste?” Sanemi offers, lifting one of your legs up – his large hands encasing your calf as he works your stockings down from your knee. The tantalizing way in which he delicately pulls the fabric from your skin makes you squirm against the cushions. 

Giyu takes it upon himself to make quick work of the top of your uniform. His fingers are dexterous as he unbuckles it, spreading apart the fabric to show off your silken shift. The peaks of your nipples hide nothing in regard to how incredibly sexy you find this situation. “Mmm, I don’t know Shinazugawa, I don’t know if our little slut will be satisfied with one cock filling ‘er up,” Kyojuro’s indecorous gaze is fixated on where your skirt has ridden up your thigh, exposing the cloth of your panties. 

Sanemi has finally managed to slip off both of your stockings, keeping one of your legs strung over his shoulder. “Earlier you could barely get a word out, now look at you, spread out all nice for us. Such an obedient slut.” Obanai tuts to himself, slowly rolling his fingers to the hem of your shift. You yelp as he rips it apart, the silk fabric fluttering to your sides as both men near your chest earn approving nods from those at your hips. Giyu shifts his fingers under your neck, lifting your head so he can slide his lap underneath. There’s a firmness pressing against your upper back as he positions you against his chest. 

“You’d better get comfortable, we’re going to be here a while,” Giyu mutters, lazily drawing circles on the skin of your shoulder. He places his lips against the top of your head, sweetly kissing that place before moving his lips to the shell of your ear. His breath is hot and it tickles. “I know I’ll be taking my sweet time letting you ride my cock. Let the others warm you up so you’ll be able to swallow me,” He pauses, brushing his nose along your temple a quiet laugh slipping from his mouth. “Whole,” He finishes, directing your gaze to where Kyojuro places a firm knee on the couch, the cushion dipping from his weight. 

Obanai slides to his knees, discarding his haori to the floor. “Don’t let Kyojuro wreck your tight little pussy too much, I’ll get jealous.” He loosens the bandages around his mouth, letting them tumble to the ground as well. “You’re practically begging me to fuck those pretty lips of yours, but patience darling, the show is about to begin,” Obanai turns to watch Sanemi peel away your panties, a smug grin etched onto his lips. 

Sanemi hangs your delicate cloth in front of his face, looking past them at you. “I’m surprised it took you this long to jump all of us. You want this so bad.” He tosses the panties to Obanai who immediately brings them to his nose. A hot feeling spreads across your body – a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. 

The snake hashira stares into your eyes as he slips a hand into his breeches. For a second his eyes flutter shut as he breathes in the smell of your soaking arousal. “Brace yourself, my sweet.” Kyojuro grins, lining himself up at your virgin entrance. You tear your eyes away from the snake hashira, wincing as the tip of Kyojuro’s cock slips past your folds. Giyu massages your shoulders in an attempt to comfort you. “I know baby, you’re doing so well. That’s it, relax just a little,” Kyojuro slurs, gripping your hips that he’s angled upward to meet his pelvis. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Sucking me in like the greedy little slut you are,” He hisses, gritting his teeth when he finds the wall of your virginity. 

A great pressure builds up – almost stinging as he slowly slips in and out of you. It all feels so wonderful, the slick melody of skin against skin. It was a sound you’d never forget, along with the soft panting moans of the man next to you – eyes glazed over as he holds your undercloth to his nose still, watching Kyojuro thrust into you again as he wraps pale fingers around his own member. His cock is a leaking mess with an irritated tip, needy for your warmth. 

Before you can react Sanemi grabs your cheeks forcing you to look at Kyojuro’s heaving chest. “I want you to watch as he breaks your precious little wall. Watch what it does to him.” He instructs and you all look upon the scene with bated breath. A weird sensation burns against the bruising head of Kyojuro’s cock. Then, with a yelp that cracks into a moan, he thrusts past your hymen – breaking the seal of your girlhood. 

Heavy pants are falling from your mouth as Kyojuro’s nails dig into your plush skin, a devious smirk playing with his lips. “Haaa, I’m almost jealous at how quickly he gets pussy drunk.” Obanai expresses, humming to himself as he drops your panties around his aching cock, his precum soaking through the cloth. 

Sanemi lets go of your mouth, but only slightly before his thumb slips past your lips, pressing down on your tongue. “Mmm, I think it’s time we put this mouth to use.” Sanemi muses, glancing at Giyu who nods approvingly. 

He undoes his belt, slipping it out of the loops with ease. You didn’t know a simple action could be so attractive, but he makes you clench around Kyojuro. His breeches fall to the ground around his ankles, revealing the muscular pattern that guides your eyes to where his hand wraps around a pale pink cock. He cups his fingers around your jaw, guiding you to open your mouth for him. Spit sticks to your lips as he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip. “Such a pretty mouth saying such filthy things,” He whispers, entranced by how pleading your gaze is. He scoffs, taking a few steps closer to your side. “Open wide darlin’, I’m not goin’ to be gentle.” His cock tastes sweet, almost creamy as it slides against your tongue. Your eyes roll back in your head as Kyojuro slaps his balls against your ass, burrowing his cock deep within you. It was like you could feel him poking your stomach with the sheer mass of his cock. 

Sanemi keeps ahold of your throat as he fucks into your mouth, hissing out a few garbled moans of pleasure when you swirl your wet tongue around his length. “Ahh, fucking sure you’re a virgin? How much dick have you wrapped these sweet lips around?” Sanemi, runs a hand through his hair, blowing out a harsh laugh as you blink open your eyes through the warm tears welling there. 

Kyojuro slaps your thigh, a broken laugh joining Sanemi’s. “Keep talking Shinazugawa, she’s loving it.” You try to gasp around Sanemi’s length, but it’s getting harder to swallow the excess saliva that drips from your lips. His hand slips into your hair, gathering a fistful before yanking your mouth off his swelling cock. 

He glares down at you, panting wildly. “You like being slut-shamed aye? You want me to fuck you like one of my whores, huh? Open your mouth,” He hisses. After you do what you’re commanded to he spits into your mouth. “Swallow it,” and you do, all whilst fluttering around Kyojuro. An electric pulse feels like it's been plugged in. Ropes of heat string through your body as Kyojuro continues fucking you real good. Your mouth parts again, a hoarse moan shaking out of you as your thighs start to tremble. 

Giyu’s rough hands move from your shoulders to your breasts, groping the mass on your chest like they were dough. “That’s a good girl, cum for us,” He coos, pinching your nipples with unrelenting pressure. 

You almost can’t take it when Kyojuro plunges into you, halting his movements. “You’re throbbing, stop holding back. It’s not over just because you cum once.” Kyojuro complains, shifting himself inside, the friction driving you mad. 

“Unless it’s too much for you?” Obanai chimes in, running his palm along your stomach, stopping where there’s a slight bulge from the cock currently stuffed inside of you. He turns his smirking gaze to you and is met with a defiant gleam in your eyes. 

You tighten your hold around Kyojuro’s hips, digging your heels into his back as you mewl from the water hashira’s minstrations. “I-M’perfectly fine,” You croak, leaning your head against Giyu’s shoulder. He brushes his lips against yours with a smile. 

There’s a sudden feeling of vacancy as Kyojuro pulls out of you. A whine echoes out of your mouth but is caught by the deep kiss of Giyu. “Don’t worry darlin’, just a shift change.” Sanemi gleams, laying back against the other side of the couch. “I think you could do with a change as well,” He mumbles, gesturing to his stiff cock. “Come’ere.” Giyu helps you sit up on your knees – though a little shaky you manage to straddle the thick thighs of the wind hashira. He grins up at you, his sharp face seeming so soft in this moment as he gently guides you to hover over his eager length. “I’ll help you,” His voice is reassuring, a jarring change from moments ago. He holds his cock with one hand, pressing the other into your hip. “Yeah, just like that. That’s my girl.” His eyes roll back in his head as you sink onto his length. 

It’s a completely different type of full with Sanemi in this position. “You’re practically gaping,” Obanai notes, bending to glance at the junction of Sanemi’s cock and your hungry cunt. You flush, hissing at the sensitive way your pussy throbs around his length.  

Sanemi grips your hips, a blown-out expression casting a lustful haze. “Heh, you still wantin’ more?” You catch your bottom lips between your teeth, slowly nodding to his question. “Should’ve known,” He chuckles, glancing over your shoulder at the ravenette still behind you. “If you think you’re so much better than us then why don’t you c’mere and work with me for once water lord?” Sanemi snaps, gathering Giyu’s attention. He glares at the antics of the wind hashira, but with one glance at your round ass just waiting for him everything else falls away. 

“Alright Shinazugawa, I’ll bite.” He mutters. Sanemi nods to you, helping you shift off his cock ever so slightly. 

Giyu moves behind you, pressing his knees between the legs of Sanemi. “M’gonna need you to angle your ass toward Giyu, petal. Is that okay with you?” He questions. You nod, a thrill of pleasure pulsing through your veins as a stretching pressure allows Giyu to push his cock into your pussy. You cry out, falling against Sanemi’s chest. “It’s okay, m’gonna make you feel real good.” Sanemi gives Giyu a look, and together they start moving slowly at first. It was an overwhelming amount of friction all leading to the tight sensation in your core. 

Through your tears, you reach out to Kyojuro and Obanai. “Hmm, still hungry for more?” Obanai hisses. A string of whimpering moans hiccup from your mouth. Kyojuro works himself at the sight of both hashiras pumping into your bruised pussy. 

You’re digging your nails into Sanemi’s shoulders, leaving red trails of ecstasy along the planes of his body. He hisses in pleasure at the sting of your actions. Giyu grabs hold of your ass, molding the plush skin to his fingers with great fascination. “S’well, take it all, both, fuck.” He moans, his head lulling back at the heavenly feel of your wet sex. 

“A-ah, hngh, p-please,” You whine, arching your back as a howling moan careens out of your throat. “S’close, fuck.” You pant, squeezing your eyes closed. 

Sanemi runs his hands along your thighs, groaning with satisfaction as his own climax nearly reaches him. “Me too, go ahead baby,” 

A starburst of radiating wet warmth fills your body with tingles. You twitch wildly as Sanemi and Giyu spread their cum inside your cunt. It seeps through the cracks, dripping between your skin and theirs. A cacophony of pants echoes around the room. “My turn,” Obanai smirks, your fucked out pussy still pulsating with the cum of two other men. 

You had a feeling this was going to be a long night.

The Best Friend Bet | Mitsuri Kanroji x Obanai Iguro x fem!reader

warning: NSFW, MDNI, kissing, poly, threesome, oral (YN to Mitsuri), oral (YN to Obanai), raw sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation, creampie, aftercare, I wish I was YN...

word count: 3.1k

a/n: you ever just sit in your bed using a squishmellow as a table and go from there?

The train ride in your home city of Tokyo was more appealing than you initially thought. The cramped car was nothing more than a homey familiar feeling – at least that’s what you told yourself. By the time you’re in front of the apartment door, it’s past sunset. You raise your hand to text the owner quickly, you weren’t crazy enough to knock on the door. 

Eventually, Mitsuri Kanroji, a longtime friend, opens up with a huge smile on her face. “YN! I’m so glad you made it!” Her bubbly excitement immediately lights up your mood. “Come in, come in.” She ushers you into the living room, kicking the door shut with her foot. Her apartment is eerily similar to when you last visited, except now there’s a ravenette sitting on her couch, glaring into your soul. 

Your eyes widen and an uncomfortable feeling swirls around in your stomach as you glance at Mitsuri. “Uh-uhm…hello,” you trail off, becoming bashful under the intense stare of the male. He clears his throat, standing from his position to wander over to where you stood. 

His eyes draw you in as he circles you. One, is like the deep ocean, swimming with a tycoon of emotion. The other is golden like a doubloon, glinting in the soft glow of the lamp in the corner. “She’s prettier than you mentioned,” He turns to Mitsuri, her smile turning into a mischievous grin. 

The comment strikes you with the straightforwardness of it. “I told you her beauty is hard to describe.” She bumps shoulders with you, though you’re still shell-shocked from whatever is happening. Therefore, a nervous laugh bubbles out of your throat, silencing both of them. The male has an amused smirk lining his lips – you want to wipe it off his smug face. “YN, this is Obanai, the guy I was telling you about. My boyfriend.” They clasp hands, smiling at each other. You’d assumed he was the infamous Obanai Iguro when you first saw him, but his comment had thrown you off. 

Mitsuri clears her throat and gives her boyfriend a secretive look that you almost don’t catch. An unsaid message passes between them and for once you’re stunned into silence. A part of you wants to ask, but another part of you is afraid of what you’d figure out by doing so. “Pleasure to meet you YN.” Obanai is quick to extend a hand toward you. His hand is warm as he shakes yours in greeting. 

It almost seems like he holds the shake for a little longer than proper when Mitsuri jumps you, wrapping her arms around your neck. “We have so many fun things planned for your visit!” She squeezes you tight and while you’re returning the embrace you catch a glimpse of Obanai slowly looking you up and down. Your blood freezes and your throat stalls. His brows raise when your eyes meet, sending a shudder down your spine.

What was happening?

You didn’t want to be mistaken, but should you tell Mitsuri about this? I mean the things he’s doing are downright suspicious. Your brows furrow and you move Mitsuri in front of your view of Obanai. She’s a ball of giddy smiles. “What’s the plan for tonight?” You ask, wanting to draw attention away from the present situation. Mitsuri glances over her shoulder as if to confirm the plans silently with Obanai. Were significant others just supposed to know what the other is thinking? It made you feel like the odd one out. 

Despite the growing ache of jealousy in your stomach, Mitsuri grabbing onto your hand makes you flourish. “Well, Obanai and I were thinking of taking our best girl out for a night on the town,” she starts and for the first time – or the first time you’ve noticed – her eyes grow dark with an expression that both confuses you and makes your stomach churn hot with desire. That’s new. “We were going to chill out before getting ready, but since you arrived so late we should be doing that right now.” She pulls you toward the hallway during the latter half of her sentence. You’re deposited into what you can only assume is their bedroom. Mitsuri’s green eyes light up as she starts digging through her closet. “Mmm, nope. Not this either.” She tosses articles of clothing behind her like one of those movie montages. “Ehh, no. Ouu…wait,” She pops in front of you with a short red dress held up to your body. “Perfect.” She waits expectantly for you to grab the hanger and when you do she whips around to find something for herself. “Go put that on.” She instructs, nodding toward the hallway bathroom. Crossing the hall you step into the cool green and black tile bathroom. 

Where exactly were they taking you that you’d need this kind of dress? You hold up the dress to your body in front of the mirror, glancing at the knit fabric and cold shoulder neckline. Once you slip into the dress you realize how stunning you look. The fabric clings to your curves, the shade of red compliments your skin tone wonderfully, and there’s a slit that rides up your thigh. You walk out of the bathroom with a newfound confidence pulling a grin onto your lips. “Hmm, lookin’ good.” Obanai rakes his gaze up your body from his position against the wall. You begin to shy away from his intense appreciative stare, but something inside of you cocks your head to the side with a side-swept smirk. 

“Like what you see?” You dare to ask, but relish when he rolls his lips under his teeth. A playful hum echoes out of his throat as he chuckles lightly. 

You’re not sure why you said what you did, but there was this weird compelling notion that you should bite back to see what Obanai would do. What you don’t expect is for him to stride over to where you stand. His large hand splays over your outer thigh, which the dress barely covers. A stuttered gasp gets caught in your throat as he leans into your neck, drawing his nose up the curve of your ear. “And if I do?” You meet his gaze, heart hammering against your ribcage. Stammering incomplete words fall from your mouth until Mitsuri bursts through the bedroom door. She’s in a silky and strappy emerald green dress. You yelp, shoving Obanai away from you, but it’s too late, she’s already seen you two pushed against the wall. 

Her face immediately falls but instead of yelling at you – which you much rather would’ve preferred – she turns to Obanai with a dull glare. “You play dirty,” She complains with a grunt. He shrugs, stepping back from you with a growing grin. “I thought we weren’t going to start until after we took her out.” A frustrated frown creases her forehead as she turns to you, an oblivious expression plastered on your face. 

Start what? “What’s…going on?” You question, glancing at both of them. You were frazzled by the whole situation. 

Obanai nods to his other half. “Mitsuri was so excited about you coming over that I asked her if she ever regretted not trying something with you. When she said yes, we made a bet. Whichever one of us could convince you to join us would get the first taste.” He explains, dragging Mitsuri closer to his side. Join…first…huh?

It must be obvious your confusion because Mitsuri angrily stomps over to you, grabbing your cheeks. “Sex YN, we want to have sex with you.” As the words fall from her lips a connection must be made because a slick feeling slides down your stomach. Oh. You glance at Obanai and he nods calmly. “He’s only doing this because I made him, but I can’t lie that seeing you ride his cock turns me on,” Mitsuri confesses as you maintain eye contact with her boyfriend. At the mention of riding Obanai your eyes fall to his lower abdomen, a heated bubble forming in your chest. “So? Are you up for it?” You don’t respond – well, in a way you do – instead, you pull Mitsuri in for a kiss. She’s taken aback momentarily but folds into your lips like this kiss was meant to happen. You keep staring at Obanai as you press into his girlfriend. He quirks a brow, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as if he were kissing you both. 

Mitsuri pops off your kiss panting with flushed cheeks. You turn her around to face Obanai, sliding your hands over the space on her chest. His eyes track your movements with bated breath. “You like what you see?” You press your mouth to Mitsuri’s neck, causing her to let out a breathless whimper. He meets your gaze, a smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth. 

He closes the distance between you, biting down on Mitsuri’s neck. She shudders in the middle of you both. He grazes his teeth down to her collarbone, glancing to meet your eyes. “Mmm, I think it’s only right if we give Mitsuri what she wants.” He purrs and it takes you a beat to realize what he means. The lady in question slithers out, grasping both of your hands. 

She leads you both into the bedroom, sitting herself on the bed. Obanai lays a hand on her thigh and she looks at you patiently. You grab her inner thigh, working to spread her legs apart with her boyfriend. “Want me to show you how to eat pussy?” You quip, sliding to your knees to gaze upon Mitsuri’s center.

Obanai laughs while peeling Mitsuri’s thong down her calves. “You should be grateful I’m even letting you go first.” He shoots back, positioning himself behind Misturi so she can lean in his arms while you work your tongue against her clit. You smirk, appreciating the view. Obanai has slipped Mitsuri’s dress down her chest, revealing her perfect tits. His fingers play with her nipples, enticing light moans from her as she leans into his chest. He brings her lips to his, enjoying a passionate kiss while you stare on. He breaks free, holding the junction of her neck. “Well? Come on then.” He smirks.

His words encourage you to make Mitsuri cum so hard all her attention is focused on you. Her pussy is pretty and pink, trimmed but not all the way – not that you’d mind a bit of hair in your mouth. You start by trailing kisses down the length of her thigh, captivated by how dense her plush skin is. You’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about being crushed between these thighs every once and a while. On your way back you make quick work with your tongue, using the flat side to lick up her seam. She pants out a moan, eyes widening as Obanai watches with a little too much enthusiasm. 

She tastes sweet, almost like she’d been preparing for this moment. “Mmm, like honey.” You groan into her sex, spitting a long strand of saliva onto her already soaked cunt. Obanai had never been one into sitting back to watch, but the way you gobble up his girlfriend’s pussy is downright hypnotizing. She’s a writhing mess under your ministrations, balling up her fists in your hair and squeezing your head between her thighs. You made Mitsuri beg for release, edging her over and over again. It was mesmerizing how much pleasure you seemingly gain from lapping up her arousal. It made him want to figure out what made you scream – better yet how you’d look if he overstimulated your pussy relentlessly. 

Mitsuri is panting wildly as she cums for the second time, grabbing your face to furiously kiss you. It’s something different to observe your partner kissing someone so passionately but in this context, Obanai could feel himself harden each second that passes. “Fuck, you did such a good job.” Mitsuri kisses the tip of your nose and you giggle together. It was an innocent exchange amid the thick air of her previous climaxes. Then, those sparkling green eyes are blinking at him. They fall the obvious outline of his cock, begging to be released from pant prison. “YN, sweetheart, what’dya say to giving Obanai some attention?” She grins, an understanding look passing between her eyes. He finds himself nervous like the first time he’d ever laid with Mitsuri as your eyes dart to gather information. 

A sweet smile takes over your face, one that hides the glint of pride you felt. “If that’s okay with him,” You start, standing from your knelt position. He gulps and slowly nods. Mitsuri moves to the side, propping herself on an abundant amount of pillows. 

Obanai slides off the bed, joining you on the floor. There’s a beat of awkwardness that passes before he gently helps you remove your dress by sliding each of your arms out with tantalizing steadiness. You stand before him bare and feel a flush of shyness crawl up your neck. “I can see it in your eyes, you want me to treat you like the worthless whore you are,” Obanai scoffs, grabbing your chin forcefully. A tiny whimper tries to escape your lips, but Obanai yanks you into his body. “Good whores always have their mouths full, don’t they?” He coos, guiding you to your knees once again. “Now suck my cock like you mean it.” He demands, curling strands of your hair around his hand. He shoves your cheek against the warmth of his hard-on, smirking when you gently press your lips against the fabric of his jeans. “Mmm, that’s my good girl,” His body cools with the warm fuzzy feeling of ecstasy. 

In truth, Mitsuri had told Obanai all about your kinks, maximum degradation being one of them. Hearing the words come out of his mouth reminded him of the way he acted before dating Mitsuri. She was his light and you? You were just some mouth to feel good in. 

Meanwhile, you’d managed to free his aching cock. The pressure was going to kill him if you didn’t do something about it. “Open wide, bitch.” He hisses, yanking your hair back until a gasp makes your mouth fall open. Obanai lines his cock up against your lips, his knees nearly buckling at the sensation of how plump they were. Your eyes are locked on him, innocently blinking your lashes with tears streaming down your face like you were daring him to fuck you without a care. He chuckles, running his knuckles over your cheekbone. “You love being full aye? Like a bitch in heat, raising your ass like you’re begging for more.” He croons, shuddering as you swirl the flat of your tongue around his length. “Haa, you’re going to wet my cock so when I burrow it in that sweet pussy of yours it’ll slide right in, huh?” 

A garbled moan hums around his cock, earning a guttural groan from the male in front of you. He pants, nostrils flaring as he yanks you off with a loud popping noise. “On the fuckin’ bed,” He growls, hastily helping you to your feet so that he can toss you toward the mattress. You stumble against it, falling onto your back. Mitsuri brushes your hair away from your face, placing herself in a similar position as Obanai did initially. 

You’re watching him slip out of his shirt, tossing it with abandon as he closes the gap between you. He leans down to peck Mitsuri on the lips then glances at you. “Open your mouth,” He orders and you do as you’re told. He spits into it with a devious glint in his heterochromic eyes. “So obedient.” He purrs before taking in your gleaming cunt. Your legs are spread so beautifully for him and he revels in the way you wiggle down the bed in complaint. 

His cock brushes against your clit, making you hiss out in pleasure. Mitsuri massages your head, using her nails to scratch your scalp. You’re paying so much attention to the way she’s making you feel that your next breath is sucked away as Obanai plunges his cock into your warmth. “Hmm, don’t make me jealous. I don’t do well with jealousy.” He lifts your legs over his shoulders, kissing your ankle before snapping his hips against yours. 

You yelp, feeling breathless from how Obanai stretches you out. “Come on, you talk a big game and suddenly you’re quiet? Let me hear you moan like a true slut.” He slides out before pounding into you with fervent thrusts. Quivering moans string together a melody of heavenly bliss. 

Obanai finds a spot that makes you wail with pleasure and hits it with no regard. By the time you’re done moaning, he’s croaking another one out of you. At this point, the noises you’re making are pitiful imitations of moaning. “Hngh, yes yes right there. S’good, fuckin’ me s’good. M’gonna cu-cum,” You hiccup across your words, clenching the sheets underneath you as the spring unloads in your core. 

You flutter and clench around his cock, cumming hard. A smirk lines his lips as he continues to pump into you. Your voice is so hoarse that only strangled mewls manage to come out as he hits the same spot over and over again. You’re a shuddering sobbing mess by the time you cum the next time, but he doesn’t stop fucking into you until his seed mixes with your slick, spilling out over the sheets. Your skin feels like it’s lying on a bed of nails as you try to catch your breath. “You were perfect,” Mitsuri kisses your temple, rubbing your neck gently. You feel like you’re going to faint so you don’t notice Obanai slip out of you to grab a warm towel and a bottle of water. 

He hands the water to Mitsuri and uses the towel to wipe the sweat and cum away from your cunt. Your body aches, but in a perfectly wonderful way. Mitsuri presses the bottle to your lips, helping you gulp down the water. It’s fresh and cool as it slides down your scratchy throat. 

Obanai smiles to himself as he cleans you up. You took him so well, it was honestly surprising how good your pussy felt considering Obanai never saw himself with anyone other than Mitsuri. Yet, something blooms in his chest, a feeling he can tell is affecting his girlfriend too as she studies you dribble water from the corner of your mouth. 

This is why Obanai was never really a betting man, unseen factors always fucked with the odds. 

Camp Maple | Sanemi Shinazugawa x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, kissing, friends to grudge to friends to sassy to lovers? childhood trauma, masturbation (fem and male), tad bit of angst, unprotected sex, cream pie, more to come? Honestly the ending could do with a rewrite but I'm too lazy for that right now.

word count: 17.5k

a/n: writers block sucks so I'm sorry if the end is trash. I wanted to get this out before school started up again. Unedited.

It’s fucking summer again. That meant working for your mother’s sleepaway camp. Maple Woods was a fun enough place to work when your mother wasn’t visiting, but if you had to work with that asshole again you highly doubt this would be the best summer ever that your mother promised you. At least last year he wasn’t scheduled to be a leader with you.

The main office is where you would grab your schedule and overall camp theme for this summer. It’s also where you could check what group you were head of. Luckily, the office building was right off the parking lot. The mess hall was a few yards down a worn rock pathway from the old brick building you were heading into. 

The yellow screen door swings open with a screech, and you’re met with the steady whir of box fans pointed at the one lady you enjoyed seeing every year. Her straight blonde hair flutters in the heavy breeze as she looks up from her monitor. Once her caramel brown eyes settle on you, a sugary sweet smile overtakes her features. “YN!” She exclaims, standing from behind the counter. “I’m so glad you decided to come back, sweetie.” She extends her arms, walking out toward you. This is your aunt, Yena. She practically helped raise you when your mother would drop you off. Your childhood home was a 10 minute drive away, and where you lived now was around 15 minutes, depending on how long you procrastinated in traffic in an attempt to prolong accidentally running into your mother. Yena made sure your group of friends had snacks and unlimited access to her office. She was there when you had your first period. In other words, Yena was like a mother to you, at least more than your actual biological one. 

You embrace each other, and the overwhelming smell of cinnamon hits your nose like a tidal wave. It was like home in a hug. “Like I had a choice.” You mumble but laugh with her after a beat. This felt nice, but you needed to settle in before the rest of the counselors flooded in and started the pre-camp party. “Ah, do you happen to know which cabin group I’ll be in charge of?” You inquire, holding her back from you. 

Her brows crease with thought, and then she looks excited, holding up a finger to tap your nose. “Ah my little honeysuckle, you are co-leading the caterpillars.” She hums in delight. You tilt your head. Co-leading? 

“Co-leading? With whom?” Your chest feels heavy. Last year, your co-leader was a slacker, leaving you with all the work and little time for yourself. Your group of kids were absolute sweethearts, so you didn’t mind too much. Still, the experience had put a bad taste in your mouth. Yena’s back to concentrating on your question, but this time, she shakes her head with a slight frown. 

“I’m sorry dear, I don’t remember. Though, I do remember thinking that you two are sure to make a good pair!” She clasps your hands excitedly at the latter part of her sentence. You force yourself to smile through the anxiety. 

“Heh, yeah.” In translation, you were screaming internally. “I’ll go figure it out.” The only thing you could do was head to your cabin and hope to bump into your co-lead. Maple Woods usually had 2 young adults co-lead a group of kids to keep things safe. The co-leads shared the head cabin, no matter what. It was the first cabin in a ring of 4 other ones. The campers were divided by age – that’s where the different sections came from – then put into co-ed cabins. One cabin could fit about 8 comfortably, depending on how many kids signed up. The caterpillars are the 2nd and 3rd grader sections. The co-leader cabin was bigger, but that’s only because of the shared bathroom and small kitchen area. 

The air smells fresh, and you get lost in memories for a moment. There was the main hall where the welcoming ceremony would be held, and a cement path through a small patch of trees off to the side led to the different sections of cabins. On the other side of the path, surrounded by a small patch of trees, was the mess hall where meals and activities would be held. The older kids had cabins further into the woods while your section of cabins was situated right by the lake. Down the middle, past the mess hall and cabins, was the maple woods lake. The sunlight is glittering off the ripples already. Peace. That’s what the lake reminded you of. Up a trail on the north side, there was even a secluded waterfall, but the kids didn’t get to know about that part. 

You walk down the cracked cement walkway, puttering around with a rock as you go. The green doors are easy enough to spot against the orangey light wood of the cabins. You were lucky. You got the cabins right by the lakefront. You hike up the stairs, noting a suitcase outside the left door. Okay, so someone was here. That was a good sign. Walking through the right door it hits you that you didn’t grab any of your bags from the car. You stop in the middle of the room, groaning loudly. “Shit.” You curse, turning on your heel. It takes about 10 minutes for you to clamber back into the room this time with your bags haphazardly strapped across your body. They slip off your body with no regard for your hair or your skin. 

The room is simple, a bed in the corner, a closet, a desk, and a nightstand with a cute lamp on it. To the left are two doors, one leads to the kitchenette area – the other leads to the Jack and Jill bathroom, in which you can hear rushing water. Your co-leader must be taking a preemptive shower. You give an approving nod, wishing you could take a shower yourself. Instead, you decide to wander through the far door and into the kitchenette area. There’s a round table with a chair on either side of it pushed under a window. A small amount of counter space – treated pine countertops – decked out with a stove, sink, and a few cabinets. A fridge acted as the counter stopper, which was right next to your room – hmm, useful. Across from the kitchen area was a single sofa with a TV mounted on the wall. You always loved the counselors’ cabins because they were full of useful amenities. 

You pull out a chair, sitting down at the table to peer out the window at Lake Maple. You hear a door open and turn your attention toward the sound with a cheerful smile. You had the full intention of greeting your co-leader. Instead, you’re met with the bare chest of a silver-haired and lilac-eyed asshole. A simple cotton towel is wrapped around his waist, water droplets still lazily pathing their way down his sinewy chest and past the line of the before-mentioned towel. Your brows knit together, and he does the same. “Sanemi,” you grumble, forcing a smile upon your lips. “Please tell me you’re a figment of my imagination.” This cannot be happening. Sanemi Shinazugawa can not be your co-leader. 

When you met him for the first time both of you had bonded over having a shit parent. His father was abusive, scarring his son emotionally and physically. Despite the jagged pink scar that travels over the bridge of his nose and three crossing over each other on his forehead, Sanemi was excessively attractive. He wore his scars as a badge of what he’d overcome, but you knew there was underlying disgust that was hidden away.

He rolls his eyes, frustratedly peering to the corner of the room. “Believe me darlin’ I’m just as annoyed by this as you are.” Heat floods your cheeks at his casual way of speaking. You cross your arms over your chest, standing up from your chair with dramatic grandeur. 

His eyes follow your actions, concentrating on the way you nearly stumble to the side. He quirks a smile and this only fuels your annoyance, which was amusing in its own right. “There has to be a way we can switch out,” You throw your hands up, exasperated. Sanemi shakes his head, placing his hands on his hips. 

He then jerks his head toward the general direction of the main office. “Already checked with Yena, they don’t trust anyone else but you’n me to run the caterpillar crew.” He explains, disdain practically dripping from his voice. You groan toward the ceiling. 

Of course, your mother would pull some shit like this. Making you work with the one person that could make you falter at your job. Was this a test? It was sure as hell annoying especially with Sanemi standing half-naked in front of you. “For fuck’s sake can you please go put on a shirt or something?” You pinch the bridge of your nose squeezing your eyes shut. 

Your words only earn a dark chuckle from the man across from you. “Why? I thought I could wear this to the bonfire.” He shoots back smugly. 

A long sigh blows past your lips as you decide not to honor him with a response. Instead, you head back into your room and slam the door. You fuss around with your hair, unpacking while you search for an outfit. Sanemi was so aggravating. With that smug look on his face and- you throw your hands down in frustration, frowning into the handheld mirror you propped against the wall. Sun earrings dangle from your ears, a simple gold chain around your throat, and mascara lifts your lashes. You put on high-waisted jean shorts and a pink bleach-washed tye-dye tank. Tennis shoes and white socks wrap it together. 

Your heart hammers an overwhelming rhythm as you blow out a breath. Sanemi Shinazugawa was sleeping in the same cabin as you, sharing food, time, and a bathroom. You had to get over this stupid grudge against him. It wasn’t healthy to latch onto something so silly for such a long time, but back then it hurt like hell. For the children, you had to put your past behind you. Maybe if you got drunk enough tonight you could talk to him about it, but those odds were very unlikely.  

There were a few people you wanted to chat with at the bonfire, have a few drinks, and then you’d be nicely tucked into bed ready for campers to start arriving tomorrow. Simple as that. A grin makes its way onto your face as you slip out of your cabin, but it quickly drops when you notice Sanemi leaning against the deck railing. You try not to sigh too loud, but he must hear it because he quirks a brow in your direction. “Why are you creepily waiting outside my door?” You inquire, gesturing to him. He huffs out a breath, stepping out of his leaning position. 

He’s wearing a black hoodie with shorts. You’re mildly upset by how good he looks in darker clothes. It contrasts his hair in such a way that captivates you. You shake those thoughts out of your head as he trots down the stairs, hands stuffed in his pockets. “I can’t very well leave you to walk to the spot by yourself.” He nods in the direction of the dark path that winds through the woods and up the rocky ledges. 

You raise your brows, joining him on the ground. “You think I can’t handle a little spooky path on my own?” You scoff. Sanemi rolls his eyes and the action pricks your skin. 

He starts walking toward the path’s entrance and when you don’t follow he gives you a pointed look. “Shall I remind you of when we were seven?” 

“Sanemi hold my hand! I’m scared!” You whine, grasping his hands when he doesn’t make a move. “Promise me you won’t leave my side!” 

You whinge, shuddering at the memory, but jog to catch up with him anyway. He turns his head to watch the path become progressively darker, a few lamps hung on trees here and there. A grin finds its way onto his lips at the way you walk closer to him every time you hear a noise. “For a girl who grew up out here, you sure are jumpy. If you get too scared you can always hold my hand again.” He blurts, not meaning to tease you, but when your reaction is flushed cheeks and a high-pitched squeak, he can’t help himself. 

Eventually, the flickering light of a campfire and the sound of laughter distracts you from the man walking next to you. You rush ahead, excitedly finding your way to Shinobu and Mitsuri, two of your closest friends. The only people invited to this bonfire were the kids who grew up coming to this camp and eventually became counselors or otherwise affiliated. 

Gyomei Himejima; the stern, yet emotional one that usually dealt with the older kids. He claims the young ones are too selfish and he’s unable to keep them in check. He’s the oldest one here but still has such a soft spirit despite not having any family to go home to. Gyomei honestly loves the summer gig, but always chats about his pet cat that he can’t wait to get back to. You guess that was his family to get back to. 

Tengen Uzui; Mister Casanova with the other counselors, but he’s rumored to be otherwise attached. Which was fine by you, Tengen was all talk, no action. Besides you didn’t want any action from him – his fan club would hunt you down and no matter how many defense classes you took, you would not be able to stop them.

Giyu Tomioka; the quiet one. He was great at his job but not the best at talking with the other counselors. He usually sat and listened to all of you talk on, interjecting a few times with his opinion. He was a genuine and good guy, you enjoyed talking to him one-on-one.

Kyojuro Rengoku; no one else could handle the little rascals than him. He worked with the younger children since he was as kind-hearted as they come. It takes a special type of person to do his job and no one could do it better than him, except maybe Mitsuri.

Mitsuri Kanroji; also works with the nursery and younger kids. She was a nurturer at heart, caring for the young ones was her specialty. You kept in contact with her and Shinobu the most outside of camp. 

Shinobu Kocho; was the head of the infirmary, in case a child got a pretty bad scrape or needed medication. She may appear stern, but she was actually a big softy when it came to caring for the injured.

Obanai Iguro; head of the kitchen and helps lead exploration hikes. Obanai didn’t talk much either, he had that mysterious bad-boy thing going for him – which unfortunately Mitsuri fawns over. He was also Sanemi’s best friend. 

The bonfire was an annual party held the day before camp starts. There was a rocky clearing at the top of the waterfall that fed into the lake. This spot had a perfect view of Camp Maple, overlooking the soft glowing lights and some people rushing around for last-minute chores. Memories intertwined themselves with the breeze rushing through the trees surrounding the group. It was like a second home up here or maybe more of an escape. Either way, the light feeling growing in your chest was a welcomed change from knowing you’d have to work with Sanemi. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world to happen to you. It still felt like a firecracker ready to explode in your face at any moment. There was bound to be trouble with this arrangement.

You glance at him, his eyes reflecting the warm glow of the fire. He’s grinning as he chats with Obanai, bringing a can of beer to his lips. You watch as his throat bobs, a dribble of liquid pooling at the corner of his mouth and eventually trickling down his neck. Before you can look away his eyes catch yours, a smirk lifting his lips as he pulls the can away. He raises his brows and your back straightens, your gaze quickly darting away. 

“Hey YN, have another drink.” Shinobu nudges you, passing you a bottle of liquor. You grin as you take it from her. 

The cool glass feels great against your mouth as you take a swig. The liquor burns a little as it slides down your throat, but it has a nice fruity taste to it. “Thanks,” You raise your glass to clink against hers. 

Mitsuri is on your other side, nervously wondering if she should talk to Obanai. “YN, would it be…weird for me to interject in their conversation?” She whispers in your ear, motioning discreetly to Obanai and Sanemi. You let out a soft sigh before chugging the rest of your drink. Your body fizzes with the warm gooey feeling of alochol. Mitsuri watches you with wide eyes, they sparkle in amazement. “Woah, that was really cool!” She exclaims. You huff out a laugh, extending your hand for Shinobu to hand you another. She does as you request and you pop open the cap with your teeth, letting the contents of the bottle slip into your mouth. Mitsuri claps excitedly, gaining the attention of the guys next to her. 

Sanemi stares at you, his brows knitting together slowly as he watches you swig one more bottle. You stand, swaying slightly as you turn to Sanemi. His gaze is trained on you, standing up as you stumble toward him. You crash into his arms, a dumb grin lining your lips. The group now looks on at the spectacle. “Nemi~” You coo, swinging your arms over his neck. Sanemi’s throat bobs, wrapping his muscular arm around your back to stabilize you. 

He laughs nervously, smiling with gritted teeth toward the rest of the group. “I’m going to take her back down,” He begins, pressing you tighter into his grip. You’re frustrated with how good his body feels against yours and when your shirt rides up a bit his skin feels like fire. Everyone seems in agreement, but you twist in his arms to shoot Mitsuri a thumbs up and a wink. Her face erupts in a red flurry and your goofy smile turns back to meet Sanemi’s gaze. 

You giggle at his stern expression. “Boop!” You squeak, tapping the tip of his nose with your finger. His brows raise slowly as he takes in your slumping condition. 

Sanemi turns around, squatting down on his haunches. “Get on.” He motions with his head for you to climb onto his back. You hum excitedly, slinging your arms over his neck. Your legs wobble as you try to position yourself over his back. He sighs, reaching behind him to swipe your calves out from under you. You squeal as he repositions you, sliding his warm big hands under your thighs. “Hold on tight darlin’.” He instructs and you listen well by pressing into his back, nuzzling your chin onto his shoulder. “Well, have a good night everyone.” He tries his best to wave, the group saying their goodbyes. 

The view from his back is enjoyable as he hikes down the trail. “You’re so strong,” You mumble, spanning your hands down his chest absentmindedly. Sanemi pauses, his muscles constricting as you touch him. 

He shoots a look over his shoulder as you grope him. “Yeah, I work out, now please stop harassing me.” He jumps you further up his back to keep you from slipping off. You giggle at the jostling motion. 

Despite his earlier complaint, he lets your hands roam over what parts of his body you can reach. There's a comfortable silence that falls over you both but as you peer into the woods a memory you’d rather not think about seeps into your mind. “Sanemi,” You start, trying to swallow the way your heart is beating – hopefully, he couldn’t feel it against his back. “I’m sorry I was so angry at you.” The apology comes out of nowhere, but Sanemi knows what you’re talking about. 

He stops in his tracks, shutting his eyes for a beat. “Don’t apologize for what you have every right to feel.” He takes in a deep breath, you can feel his body rise with the motion. “I didn’t think your mother would do that, I-” His voice cracks and he clears his throat before continuing. “I was just worried about you. I was too scared to find you so I went to your mother.” 

Your brows scrunch and you feel your chest tighten at his words. You tap his back. “I want down.” He silently helps you slide down his back. He still holds onto you, making sure you can stand on your own. You glare into his soft expression, bottom lip trembling. “You should’ve found me,” Your nose stings with the pressure of tears welling in your eyes. He watches you with a solemn frown. “You should’ve come to me!” Your voice raises, a tear falling down your cheek. You hit his chest, letting out a choked sob. “You knew Sanemi, you knew she’d be angry.” Your fist drops from his chest, coming up to cover your soaked face. “I hoped beyond everything that you would appear over the hill, not her.” You throw your hands down, shaking your head. He just stands there, letting you drunkenly yell and cry like an idiot in front of him. Letting you hit him, throw your words at him, and relive a past you’d rather forget. 

He takes a step forward, yearning to reach out for you. “YN…” His voice is soft and comforting – you hate the fact you want to fall into his arms again. Have him carry you to safety like he should’ve done all those years ago. 

You step away from him, raising your hands in front of your face. “No, no, I need time.” Your voice trembles and as you leave Sanemi standing there in the dark you cry all the way back to your bed.

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“Welcome to Camp Maple Woods!” Your mother clasps her hands together excitedly. You groan from your position against the back wall with the rest of the counselors. She continues with the opening speech, her grating voice making your hangover that much worse. Mitsuri bumps shoulders with you, an all too happy smile on her face. 

You wish for just a second that you could have her resilience, but being perfect sounds like too much work. “Hey!” She whispers loudly to you. You peer around you, acting like she was talking to someone else. Mitsuri isn’t pleased with your antics because she crosses her arms over her chest and gives you a pointed look. You immediately halt and motion for her to continue. “Obanai and I texted all night.” Her stern expression lifts into a grin as her cheeks light up with a rosy color. 

You’re about to celebrate with her when Sanemi walks through the back doors. The happiness you share with Mitsuri washes away. You swallow hard, eyeing him as he leans against the wall next to Obanai. Unfortunately for you, Mitsuri is very observant. She glances between you and Sanemi, narrowing her eyes. “Now campers are you ready to go on your tours!?” Your attention is drawn to the front where your mother claps her hands together. For a brief moment, she meets your gaze and your blood boils. “May all our wonderful counselors head up to the stage!? We’ll be getting into our sections now!”

You put on your best smile, following Mitsuri to the stairs. Sanemi jogs up behind you and the resolve you’d built up this morning before heading to the main hall nearly crumbles to the ground. You had done your best to wake up early, hate your life as little as possible, shower, get ready, and escape the cabin before bumping into him. His presence behind you is an annoying warmth you want to swat away. Mitsuri joins Kyojuro and you awkwardly stand next to Sanemi with a strained smile. 

His shoulder brushes against yours and your breath hitches quietly. Your mother appears in front of you both, a blank expression on her features as she holds out a caterpillar sign to you. Your throat tightens, but Sanemi swipes it from her before she can shove it in your hands. You glance at him, brows knit together. The last thing you hear from your mother is a click of her tongue as she moves down the line. “Thank you.” You whisper, heart thumping in your chest. Was he trying to make up for what you talked about last night? 

He glances down at you, his smile shifting to something different. “Come find us caterpillars!” He yells and you gawk at him. He shoots you a wink and your lips part in awe. Did he just wink at you? That was so… weird. You shake your head and flail your hands in the air. 

Children start surrounding you, awkwardly shuffling to make room for others. Sanemi hands you a slip of paper with a list of names on it. Attendance doesn’t take long since everyone seems to have gathered around you. “Alright crew, let’s head out on that tour!” You exclaim, pointing your hand toward the double doors in the back. “Squirm to it you little caterpillars!” You shoo them down the stage, giggles erupting from a few of them as you jump off the edge. 

Sanemi follows the rest of them down the stairs, still holding the sign in the air. You giggle at how seriously he’s taking the task. “Mister Sanemi?” A small girl tugs on his shorts once everyone is outside. He peeks down at her with an award-winning smile. “Why is she not miss Sanemi?” She points to you and your eyes go wide as you tense. What kind of question is that!? Was there some code of conduct that camp leaders had to married to each other? Was two names that hard to remember?

Sanemi squats down and suddenly you get a flashback of him doing the same thing last night for you. You swallow, watching as he jerks his head in your direction. “Miss YN isn’t my wife, so she doesn’t share my name.” He explains. You drag a hand down your face. You didn’t expect this type of question to be asked so soon or at all. 

The little girl frowns and another kid points at Sanemi. “B-but I saw you wink at her!” The boy yells accusingly. Shit.

Sanemi glances at you with a ‘I fucked up’ look. He turns back to the group of children swarming him. He laughs easily. “I had something in my eye…” He deadpans. All of them suspiciously glare at him. 

You step into the circle, patting the top of Sanemi’s head. “It’s our secret leader code,” You begin, nudging him with your hip. “Whenever we have info on the big bad boss we wink at each other.” You wink at the children and their little faces light up. “Now you’re all in on our secret mission. Ready caterpillars!?” You stomp your feet and salute them with seriousness. They gasp and follow suit.

“Yes miss YN!” Sanemi shoots up from his squatted position, saluting you with a stupidly handsome grin. You stutter for a moment, before going back to at ease. “Now, what do you say we drop all these heavy bags off at the cabins and start exploring?” Sanemi suggests, pointing to the small path that led to the caterpillar cabins. As he excitedly starts leading them off into the distance you make sure to gather the stragglers. A smile of your own tugs on the corners of your mouth. Maybe you did make a pretty good team. 

Sanemi takes a seat on the stairs of your cabin, observing the kids form cabins of their own. You plop down one stair down from him, an amused grin forming on his lips. “What are you grinning about?” You quiz, glancing at him. 

He shrugs, shifting himself onto the same step as you and leaning back against the other steps. You can’t help the way your heart seems to pick up river dancing, beating fully. “Just figurin’ since we’re agents together we should be close.” You glare over your shoulder, met with his lazy smirk in your direction. A huff compresses out of your mouth as you roll your eyes. “What? I like the way you act when I get close to you.” He laughs, eyeing your reaction – which was exactly what he wanted. 

From his vantage point, Sanemi can just about manage to see your cheeks flush before you turn away from him, hiding away in your arm. “Like I’m being infected?” You shoot back, quickly standing up and – definitely pretending – to stretch. 

Sanemi’s eyes slowly rake up the exposed skin of your back, his tongue swirling around in his mouth as if trying to imagine how you would taste. “Mmm, somethin’ like that.” He hums, grinning widely when you narrow your eyes at him. 

The group of children start lining up in the grass, playing with each other while waiting for the rest of them. Some of them you recognize from last year, it’s crazy how fast kids can grow and change. Once you recognize all of their faces you and Sanemi start the tour. 

There are specific things that a sleepaway camp needs to have. Such as the obvious answer, cabins. The next obvious thing on the list is a beautiful lake. “Lake Maple was discovered way back when and this camp was built around it to preserve the landscape. There are canoes, swim gear, and a nice dock to carefully jump from. Make sure if you go to the lake that you have either Mister Sanemi or myself with you for safety.” Sanemi watches you recite the information you were supposed to give out, but you seem genuinely excited talking about the camp’s history. It was endearing… and the way your eyes gleam reminds him of when you were little, climbing trees and always reaching your hand out to him. You never left him behind. He sighs, turning away from your speech. 

The next thing a camp needs is huge buildings where lots of kids can gather. “This is the mess hall, where we’ll have breakfast, lunch, and dinner! It’ll also be where some indoor activities are held. If we don’t gather here, we’ll meet up by the picnic benches back at Caterpillar Circle. Over there is the infirmary where Miss Shinobu will gladly help you out. The main office is the building you should’ve passed when you were dropped off, that’s where Mrs Yena will be with, sadly, the only phone that has any service.” You point out, then turn toward the woods on the other side of the main camp area. You gesture widely to the expanse, taking in a deep breath. “And this, my little squiggles,” the children giggle, “Is Maple Woods, where we will hike trails, explore the wonders of nature, and fight off the evil boss.” Without thinking you wink at Sanemi. You can tell by the way his eyes bulge that he wasn’t expecting it, but as the little heads slowly turn to watch his reaction he quickly winks back at you. You catch yourself sighing in relief that you wouldn’t have to lay in bed staring at the ceiling for too long tonight because of that. 

A little girl you recognize from previous years – Himari you think – raises her hand. You nod to her in recognition. “Are we going to have the first-day campfire?” She jumps up and down, the girls around her getting excited as well. You glance down at your watch, then up to the sky, then do the girls. 

It was already late in the afternoon, the kids would have dinner and then gather back at Caterpillar Circle for an evening get-to-know-each-other campfire session. You grin, kids always enjoy the fire for some concerning reason. “Way to steal my job Himari!” You laugh and she giggles along with you. “Okay everyone, you heard Himari, head back to your cabins and get ready for dinner. Then we’ll have some time to get closer before bedtime. We have a busy day of fun tomorrow.” When they stare at you blankly, obviously waiting for one of you to start leading the way, you start marching your way down the path with as much vigor as you can muster. 

Soon enough, you and Sanemi are back in your positions on the stairs to your cabin. That comfortable silence blankets you again, like the setting sun’s warmth. “Ya’know you’re really good at this,” Sanemi begins before blowing out a breath and turning to face you. “M’glad we get to work together.” He finishes, a distant glimmer of emotion swirling around in his lilac gaze. You suck in a breath, a storm brewing in your stomach. 

Sanemi was a good guy, that much was obvious, but all those years ago had driven a wedge between you two. He hadn’t said the words ‘I’m sorry’ yet, which was a small nuance in the grand scheme of things. Sanemi was never really the type to say an apology, instead, he showed you. You can’t expect that much to change within him and you’re kind of glad. He would make it up to you until you were sure the wounds had begun to heal. He was giving you time to make up your mind on whether or not you wanted to forgive him. “Me too,” You whisper against the breeze. 

A whole column of picnic tables lined up edge-to-edge belong to your crew as you file into the mess hall. A couple of other groups are already sitting down with food, including the littles. Mitsuri and Kyojuro wave excitedly at you and Sanemi. You grin, waving back. “Alright squiggles, show me how nicely you can line up to receive dinner. Then come sit down and we’ll have a little camp saying before we start eating together.” They scramble toward the food and you kick your legs under the table part, deflating slightly. 

Sanemi comes up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. It makes you straighten your back and whip around to look at him. His lips curl in a playful grin. “Want the usual?” You glance at the kitchen, your stomach growling softly. You look back to Sanemi, nodding eagerly. 

As he walks away you think back to when he’d grab you dinner all the time, sitting in this exact mess hall. “Don’t disappoint me Shinazugawa!” You yell and he shoots you a smug grin as he scoots in line next to one of the boys in your group, Kenji. 

Mitsuri peers at you from her table, glancing back at Sanemi. Something seems fishy, she just can’t put her finger on it. Before this month you were complaining about seeing him again and now you two appear to be chumming again. Did something happen that you weren’t telling her? She pouts, nuding Kyojuro. “Do those two seem friendlier?” She asks in a hushed tone. Kyojuro furrows his thick brows, humming as his gaze flips between his white-haired friend and you. He’s about to tell Mitsuri she’s off her rocker, but he catches Sanemi throwing a look back at you while you are otherwise occupied with kiddos sitting down next to you. 

Kyojuro turns to Mitsuri, concern written all over his face. “Yes,” He hisses and now Mitsuri is concerned you may have ingested a little too much alcohol trying to help her out.

After a couple of minutes, Sanemi places a tray of vanilla pudding, tater tots, and chicken tenders with honey mustard sauce in front of you. “M’lady.” He grins, slipping onto the bench across from you with a tray of his own. Hana smacks Sanemi’s arm and he peers down at her with a surprised look. “What was that about Hana?” He questions, holding onto his arm where she hit him. 

She puffs out her lips and points at you angrily. “Mister Sanemi, we just went over this. Miss YN is not your lady.” She crosses her arms glaring at him. His brows shoot up, giving you a look of amusement before patting Hana’s head.

She looks like she might bite him at first, but then she leans into his hand. “Only because Miss YN keeps rejecting me..” He smirks at you. Ha! As if!

You roll your eyes, but gather the attention of your tables. “Let’s sing my favorite camp song!” You lead them in the Camp Maple fighting song that ends with chanting the name of the camp. “Wake me up wake me up we’re going to camp! I can’t wait I can’t wait we’re going to camp! There it is there it is we’re going to camp! Which one which one!? C-A-M P…M-A-P L-E!” They seem to enjoy every second of it, mainly because they get to scream as loud as they can. Sanemi meets your gaze for a blissful second before you busy yourself with your food, biting into one of the chicken tenders. Delight rumbles from your chest as you swallow the meat. 

Sanemi can’t help but watch you stuff your face. On one hand, he’s amused by how you still enjoy the simple things in life. On the other hand, he’s concerned when his heart races at you picking up the vanilla pudding. Being the heathen you were, as a child you’d just eat it with your finger. You claimed you could get more out of a cup if you used your finger. He grips onto the bench, gritting his teeth as you follow suit, sticking your pointer finger in. The creamy pudding sits there momentarily before you pop it into your mouth. 

It’s a simple, innocent – completely fucking innocent – motion, but his thoughts shift to something more warm than the humidity. Fuck why was seeing you damp with light sweat making him hungry? When you let your tongue swirl around the tip of your finger it drives Sanemi mad. Is he panting? He feels like he’s panting. 

A bit of pudding is on the corner of your mouth, waiting there. His heated gaze mimics how your tongue darts out to collect it. He sucks on his lips, regarding how your plump lips look so fucking delicious right now. 

The only thing that snaps Sanemi out of his daze is Hana plopping a spoon in front of you with a disgusted look on her little features. “You know Miss YN, if you needed a spoon you could’ve just asked.” She grunts, shuddering. Your cheeks flush and for the briefest seconds, you gape, staring into his eyes. Your cheeks flush a vibrant pink and suddenly Sanemi is picking up the spoon and using it in his own pudding. Hana and you both gawk at him, but if he were allowed to feed into one desire this whole time, it would be watching you eat pudding with your finger. Especially if it meant you’d look at him like that again. 

“This is the best pudding I’ve ever had.” Sanemi mumbles and Hana sighs frustratedly. “Something wrong Hana?” He asks. She whips her head toward him with a frown. 

Sanemi has to roll his lips into his mouth to stop from laughing at how cute she’s glaring at him. “Yes, I’m going to have nightmares.” She huffs. Yeah me too, but they aren’t exactly going to be nightmares Sanemi thought. 

Dinner finishes and children run around your feet as you walk out of the mess hall. The short walk back to Caterpillar Circle feels like an eternity with Sanemi walking silently beside you. “Can we wear our pajamas to the campfire!?” Aoi breezes past you yelling. 

You quirk a brow. “How about we make it a race? Whoever is back at the picnic tables first… wins.” You eye the giddy looks on all of their faces. “Ready? Go!” You don’t expect Sanemi to bolt toward his side of the cabin. Oh, so he’s going to play it that way?

Kids scramble to their cabins, giggling and yelling. You’re also laughing as you quickly swing your door open. You spot the pajamas you’d laid out earlier this morning with a smirk on your lips. The one reason you suggested a race is because you had an advantage. Cheating? No, strategic gameplay.  

You tug your clothes off, and toss them in the hamper beside your desk. A pair of shorts and an oversized shirt later you’re rushing out of the door in your slippers. You glance to your side, grinning mischievously when you don’t see Sanemi coming out of his door. You pump your hand in the air victoriously, spinning around in a mini victory dance. You proudly take your time prancing down the stairs, but when you turn to head toward the picnic tables Sanemi is leaning against the end of one with an amused smirk tugging his lips upward. Your mouth falls open, glancing back at his door. “How…? You…?” You slump in defeat as you reach him. 

He chuckles softly, bumping arms with you. “Your victory dance was pretty cute.” He teases. You glare at him, shoving him back with your side. 

Cute? In what way did he mean that? Sanemi must’ve talked too much with Tengen to pull one of those lines. You mutter a string of curses as you sit down in one of the green plastic lawn chairs. The arms dig into your hips and you grunt uncomfortably, pushing yourself into a less painful position. 

Your thighs are pressed together as you squirm around in the chair and Sanemi finds himself ogling the space where your shorts disappear under your tummy. He wanted to run his tongue along that area while grazing his teeth along your thighs. A lascivious smirk pulls on his mouth as he clears his throat, turning his face to the sky. 

The campfire starts with each kiddo introducing themselves, where they’re from, and three interesting facts about them. After the introductions, you bring out the s’more fixings with a twinkling grin as the kids scream enthusiastically. The night ends with you and Sanemi carrying some of them who fall asleep back to their beds. It was a euphoric space in time, something about today felt so right. Maybe the following weeks wouldn’t be so bad.

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You were wrong, so wrong. Sanemi stands to your side with his swim shorts on, assessing your outfit. “So… you’re not going to swim?” He cocks his head, quirking a brow. You lean back further into the armless beach chair, crossing your arms over your chest. 

He closes his mouth, glancing at the group of kids playing with water toys in and out of the water. “Nope.” You reply. “Observing from a distance is more my thing.” You continue, sliding your sunglasses over your eyes so you don’t have to squint through the rays of the sun. Sanemi sighs, disappointment finding its way into his mind. 

This morning when he saw you in a camp shirt with jean shorts he was sure you had a bikini on underneath. The only reason he got through a kid screaming about not getting any bacon this morning was the light at the end of his tunnel – you in a tight flattering bikini. “Y’know I knew you weren’t girly, but this is a whole new level.” Sanemi pokes at you, hoping that the fiery spirit within you will shoot out if he bugs you enough.

You glare at him, gesturing to your outfit. “This outfit is very girly I’ll have you know.” Sanemi shakes his head like he doesn’t believe you so you scoot as quickly as you can out of the chair. “Fine, watch the kids. I’ll be right back.” You snap. As you’re stomping back to your room you can’t help but think maybe you acted exactly how he wanted you to. If that was the case, then you’d give him what he wants, but he’ll pay the price. The malicious grin that forms on your lips as you pull out your lavender string bikini is grounds to have you locked away. 

Sanemi throws a beach ball at a group of the boys in the face as they giggle. In the back of his head is a flurry of lewd images of you spread out on that damn beach chair with a revealing swimsuit on. The boys throw the ball back at him and it plinks against his chest. He shakes his head, reaching for the ball as the boys groan. Fantasies of you were a distraction so he couldn't even imagine what the real thing would do to him. “Woah…” He hears one of the boys whisper. He glances up, met with the heavenly picture of you walking down the bank in a light purple string bikini that laces across your front. The cups are simple triangles with a string wrapping around the back of your neck for support he would only suppose. The bottoms rise above the roundness of your hips, showing off the fullness of your body. Damn, his mouth felt dry as he can’t tear his eyes away from you. 

His stomach was a trainwreck of emotions, the ball long forgotten by Sanemi. He blinks rapidly, trying to get you out of his eyes, but it was damn hard when you slowly lay back down on the chair, crossing your ankles over each other. He can see the side of your ass and for a beat, he feels like he might lose control. Then one of the boys throws the beach ball at him, it smacks against his face. This was torture. He expected you to look good, but the thin fabric allowed him to see the indent of your nipples – a vivid image he was never going to forget. 

You smirk while lounging in the chair, studying the way Sanemi’s mouth falls open ever so slightly. It was a strange sense of gratification that he was so enraptured by how you appeared in the bikini. Almost like you were happy he was gaping at you, a fire lit behind his eyes that ignited something in your chest. If you weren’t careful you were bound to let it out at some point. 

Since you were lost in your thoughts you hadn’t noticed Sanemi stalking up to your side. You squeak when he appears next to you, dropping a towel over your exposed skin. You glare up at him through your sunglasses. “Did you walk out of every boy’s fantasy?” He grumbles, running a hand through his damp hair. 

Clicking your tongue, you toss the towel to the side and sit up in the chair. “Does that include yours Sanemi?” You inquire, pushing your sunglasses up through your hair. He stares at you for a while, mulling over what kind of response to give you. 

Suddenly, he scoffs and turns his back to you. “Yeah. Yeah it does.” You swallow hard at his confession, the sun’s heat no longer feeling as hot. You scoff, leaning back into the chair. He gives you one last glance before running back to play with the boys in the water. 

Was he being serious? He couldn’t have been…right? It wouldn’t make sense for Sanemi Shinazugawa, the guy whose seen you eat a bug, to have a fantasy – or whatever he meant about you. The confusion made the victory bikini less fun. 

At dinner, the kids are enraptured in a conversation about tomorrow’s canoe outing in the afternoon. This might seem silly, with you being a sleepaway camp counselor that has a giant lake as its main attraction… but you never learned how to fully swim. You can keep your head above water if you’re able to touch the bottom. It's something you haven't mentioned to anyone due to the fact you would die of embarrassment. “How quickly can you go Miss YN?” Hana’s eyes are pleading with you to answer her inquiry. 

So you smile, despite the obvious anxiety of where this answer might lead you. “Faster than Mister Sanemi.” You reply, jerking your thumb toward the white-haired male sitting a bit further down from you. 

He perks up at the mention of his name, meeting your eyes. “Did you just say you’re faster than me?” He laughs, scooting down to sit across from you. Hana nods ecstatically before you can brush off the challenge dripping from his voice. 

You sigh, shaking your hands in front of you. “Of course not. I wouldn’t dare reveal the truth about you being a slowpoke.” You tease. Sanemi quirks a brow, letting his eyes look you up and down. The simple motion makes your muscles tense with a buzzing sensation. 

He hums to himself, leaning back with a shake of his head. “I bet you can’t win in the beginners' course against me.” Sanemi smirks, the boys around him snickering. 

Your eye twitches at the smug look on his stupid face. You clasp your hands together, smiling with gritted teeth. “You’re on Shinazugawa.”

That was your second mistake of the week as you shakily got into a canoe the next morning dressed in a white shirt and comfortable black shorts. The kids were fine with pushing off the hike to another day to witness this extraordinary event. Sanemi is grinning victoriously already. It makes you want to slap him with the paddle you’re holding. “Ready?” He asks. 

The grip you have on the paddle tightens as you nod curtly. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” You respond. Sanemi nods to one of the kids who starts a countdown before they all scream GO! Everything is going fine until you reach the turn. Sanemi is already far ahead of you and this becomes more of proving you can do it to yourself than winning against that smug bastard. 

With the paddle dipping into the water you manage to turn around the flagged buoy, children cheering your name. Your heart nearly explodes with happiness at the accomplishment. You make it a few more feet before you get too overzealous and the canoe starts to flip. As you crash into the water you knew you’d just have to flip yourself back over to – well, not drown. But something goes wrong and you slip out of the canoe, into the deep end of the lake. Murky water crowds your vision and a few thoughts crowd your mind. 

Will you get out of this alive? Is this some sort of divine intervention about how you’ve been previously living your life? Was this your canon event? You’d laugh at that one if you weren’t still sinking to what felt like the depths of the lake.

Would your mother even care? Okay, that one stings, but it’s something you think about a lot. When you’re driving and have one of those intrusive thoughts about wrecking. Would she care? Noticing a creepy person walking behind you at night. Would she come to your funeral? And now, as you lose the will to breathe. Would she remember what you smelt like, sounded like, looked like? 

Sanemi crawls out of his canoe, raising his hands in victory. He turns around to gloat in your face, but he’s met with your canoe upside down. You are nowhere in sight and after a second of you not popping back up, Sanemi frantically dives into the water. Where are you? His hands glide through the water, searching for any sign of your body. Where are you? Water fills his ears, only making the pounding in his chest louder with each stroke of his arms. He breaches the surface, gasping for air and twirling around to see anything – anything that would lead him to you. “Mister Sanemi! There!” A child screeches, pointing to the front side of your canoe. 

He plunges back in after taking a large gulp of air. He will find you this time. He’s not scared anymore. Not like all those years ago. He couldn’t lose you, not like this.

Amid some plant life is your floating body. If Sanemi were above water he thinks he’d cry with joy. He quickly moves toward you, scooping you up and pushing both of you toward the surface. Please please please don’t be too late. Sanemi’s mind is whirling with anxiety and his heart is pounding with the lack of oxygen. You both break through the surface, Sanemi pulling you along with him to shore. He deposits your limp body on the sand, panting and scanning for any sign of injury. 

You’re not breathing. Damnit. Sanemi’s jaw ticks as the children rush toward him. “Mister Sanemi give her CPR!” Hana yells, stomping her foot and mimicking the pushing rhythm he should be performing on you. He wipes his mouth, nostrils flaring as he slides to your side. His insides were twisting in unbreakable knots, squeezing his lungs of all air.

He pinches your nose and lowers his mouth to yours. “You can yell at me later,” He breathes quietly before connecting his lips to yours. As he pushes air through your lungs his lecherous mind drifts to how very wonderful your lips feel against his. They’re wet and taste like lake water, but they’re so damn soft. After a few more blows he worriedly looks at your chest. He doesn’t want to break your ribs, but if he has to in order to save your life – he’s going to.

Luckily, you chose now as the moment to gasp in air and then start hacking up lake water. Your eyes wildly scan your surroundings, locking onto the man hovering inches from your face. You squirm away from him, coughing into your hand. Sanemi and the children watch you with concern-stricken faces. You touch your throat gingerly, meeting the swirling lilac gaze of the male in front of you. “You saved me,” You croak out as it all falls into place, furrowing your brows. 

Hana pops into your view shaking her head. “Took him a long time to kiss you!” She yells, an annoyed pout on her lips. You glance back to Sanemi, his gaze still locked onto you. 

He cocks a grin in your direction which makes your heart swell. “I gave you mouth-to-mouth.” He explains and the worry about you being unconscious for your first kiss with Sanemi – not that you’ll have a first kiss with him – drifts away. The thought of his mouth on yours stays wandering in your head regardless. “Kids, can you hang out in the mess hall while I take Miss YN to the infirmary?” Sanemi questions, the children eagerly following instructions. He peers down at you once they’ve all scurried toward the big building. 

With a grunt, he slides his hands behind your neck and knees, hoisting you up bridal style. You yelp at how easily he holds you against his chest. “Hey, I can walk,” You grumble, glaring at his concentrated expression. He shakes his head, climbing up the bank. 

As he climbs you nearly tumble out of his arms. He cracks a smile, shifting you in his grasp. “Might wanna hold on tighter than that darlin’. Don’t worry, I won’t mind.” 

Begrudgingly you wrap your arms around his neck. The walk to the infirmary takes less than a couple of strides when he reaches the walkway. Shinobu worriedly meets your gaze when Sanemi kicks open the door with his foot. She stands from her desk, hurrying over to his side. “What happened!?” She assesses you with a scrutinizing look. “Put her down on that bed. I need to go get another bottle of aspirin from the main office. Sit tight.” Shinobu huffs, running a hand through her hair before slipping out of the door. 

Sanemi gently lays you on the bed, giving you a scan of his own. You swallow hard, wondering why your body feels so warm despite the brisk ac making your wet clothes stick to you. The way his lilac eyes regard you made something inside of you switch. He’d shown you how deeply he cared for you by saving your life. Granted, any decent person would’ve jumped in to pull you out of the water – but Sanemi looks shaken up. Like he almost lost you. It makes your chest heave, a heavyweight tugging on it as you reach up to touch his cheek. 

His worried look turns to you, a slight wobble in his irises as your thumb strokes the side of his face. “Hey… I’m here. I’m okay. You did such a good job.” You whisper, but yet your voice seems too loud. Sanemi leans into your touch, shutting his eyes as he takes in a shaky breath. 

It was all fun and games until he had to think of a world without you in it. The bottom line is he wouldn’t have a world without you. The grass would shrivel, the color would drain, and sunlight would simply cease to exist. “You should’ve told me you couldn’t swim.” His brows furrow and he opens his eyes to stare into your very soul. “Why didn’t you tell me? I was so worried YN.” He rolls his lips into a thin line, his chin trembling. 

It’s like you lose your breath all at once. This man, the one you thought didn’t have an ounce of compassion for you, was about to start crying because you failed to mention your lack of skill. You bump your forehead against his head, kissing his hairline. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” At your words he jerks away from your head, his eyes wildly scanning your face. Your breath holds tightly in your throat as time seemingly slows. 

Then his eyes fall to your lips and everything in the universe pulls you two together into a soft brush of the lips. Given the state of it, hidden behind a white curtain on the infirmary bed, the kiss felt too precious. Too wonderful. Your hand falls from his face and before you have a moment to give in to whatever was happening, Sanemi pulls away. He shoots to a standing position, turning on his heel. Your body cools instantly. Oh. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have,” He begins, taking a couple of steps toward the curtain. Oh. He quickly glances over his shoulder. “I shouldn’t have done that.” He hisses, then rushes out of the building nearly bumping into Shinobu as she walks back with a pill bottle in hand. She jumps back, eyes widening as she watches Sanemi stalk toward the mess hall. If it hadn’t been for the heat she might’ve mistaken the red on the tip of his ears as something else. 

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Weekends are set up for the kids to decide what they want to do. It’s a free period within reason. Most of them hang out in groups around the buildings, playing games or swimming. Weekends allow the leaders to get chores done around the campgrounds, like picking up trash, organizing things for the next week, arranging laundry, and supervising more involved things. 

You happened to spend most of the first weekend with a group of girls who wanted to use the craft supplies for next week. Since Sanemi was your co-leader there were times you had to speak with him, which made avoiding him incredibly difficult. 

The thing that upset you the most was even after he ran off, your heart still flutters at just the sight of him. Weren’t you supposed to be the master of your own emotions? It frustrated you to no end how you sought him out in crowds. At first, you tried to convince yourself it was a strategy to avoid him, but when he didn’t come to talk to you somehow your heart sank. 

Before you know it, Monday morning arrives, casting a stormy forecast for the rest of the week. It’s pouring heavily outside the mess hall windows. Fortunately, your group of kids are behaving even though it couldn’t be easy stuck inside all day. Your eyes are drawn to the other group happily stringing beads onto yarn. 

Sanemi sits amongst them with a warm smile on his face, actively trying not to glance at you. He can feel your gaze on him and it was making his heart feel weird, like he’d just run a mile or hiked up a trail. He presses his lips into a thin line, laughing absentmindedly at one of the boys spilling beads everywhere. 

The kiss. That’s all he could think about and it was ruining his life. All night he tossed and turned thinking about knocking your door down so he could do it again. Regret ran through every fiber of his being when he walked away. He thought he’d gotten over his fears, but it turns out that realizing you might have feelings for your good friend is not the easiest situation to be in. He was in a panic, fucking terrified you would hate him for kissing you. He didn’t even ask you, it just happened. What kind of scumbag was he? 

He groans, turning to face away from you. You huff, rolling your eyes. Fine, he could be that way if he wanted. He’s the one who kissed you anyway. This was all on Sanemi. Hana nudges her friends Keiko, Mai, and Akane. They all slowly turn to stare at you, then toward Sanemi. Keiko narrows her eyes while tying the knot on her bracelet. “Somethings wrong,” She mumbles, slipping the adorably crafted jewelry onto her arm. 

Mai and Akane nod vigorously. “Why are they avoiding each other?” Akane hisses, glancing back at their other leader. Hana shakes her head, stroking her chin in thought. 

Kenji appears behind the group, causing them all to jump. Mai slaps his shoulder and he giggles. “What’cha talkin’ ‘bout?” He pokes his head in between Akane and Mai’s shoulders. They collectively sigh, rolling their eyes at the annoying boy. 

Hana gestures to both leaders, pinching her brow. “For some reason, Mister Sanemi and Miss YN are avoiding each other.” She explains snappily. 

Kenji pops his head up, glancing at both of you. His mouth forms in the shape of an ‘o’. “Ah, this reminds me of when my mom and dad would fight and then ignore each other.” Hana perks up at his suggestion, slowly turning to look at her friends. 

Mai raises a brow and then grabs a piece of yarn. “There’s only one way to fix this.” She valiantly collects a bunch of green beads to mix with lilac ones. She picks out two heart-shaped beads that sit on either side of a letter in the middle. When she’s done, two bracelets sit in front of her. One has an ‘S’ with two red hearts on either side, followed by a pattern of lilac and green. The other is the same, except in the middle is the first letter of your name. “Matching friendship bracelets,” She holds them up, smiling triumphantly. 

Hana claps her hands together. “Wonderfully done Agent Mai, now let’s give it to them!” She grabs the ‘S’ one from Mai’s hands, running over to your side. “Miss YN!” She yells. “We made this for you!” Without much consideration for your wrist, she shoves it past your hand. 

“Here you go Mister Sanemi!” You turn to see Kenji holding what seems to be the same bracelet in front of Sanemi’s face. A roll of thunder shakes the valley outside and his eyes meet yours momentarily. It sends a shock of emotions through you.

Later that night as the rain plips against your window you stare at your wrist in awe. A growl echoes around your room and it takes you a moment to realize it was your stomach. It almost makes you crack a smile. You would’ve if you weren’t in such a daze as you walk out into the living room area. 

What you don’t expect to see is Sanemi leaning against the counter shirtless, with his sweats hanging loosely around his athletic hips. You swallow, taking your time to rake your eyes up his bare chest. When you end up meeting his gaze his lips tug into a smirk. “Enjoy the view?” He mutters, picking a peach up off the counter. 

Your brows furrow and you cross your arms over your chest defensively. “As a matter of fact, no I’m not.” You snap, scoffing and lying through your teeth. 

Sanemi shrugs, biting into the juicy peach tantalizingly slow. Juices leak from the broken skin, dribbling down his chin as he takes the flesh into his mouth. His tongue darts out to lick up a droplet escaping down the side of the fruit. You gulp as he continues to eat. The noises alone were enough to drive a woman mad, but the fact you were ovulating made everything so much worse. “Want one?” Sanemi asks, licking his lips of all the sticky juice. 

If you were crazy your mouth would fall open, allowing him to put the one he was eating into your mouth. “No.” You grumble, yanking a can of Pringles out of the cabinet. 

Sanemi watches how your ass curves as you stretch to reach into the upper cabinet. “Suit yourself,” He mutters, biting into the peach again. You roll your eyes and march right back into your room, tossing the pringles onto your bed. You ruffle your hair, silently screaming into the night. Fuck that guy for being shirtless. He waltzed around like a whore scrounging for some loose change obviously trying to get a rise out of you. Would the kiss go unmentioned forever? How were you supposed to be around Sanemi when all you could think about was how badly you wanted to jump his bones? You’re absolutely fucked. You grit your teeth together as you glare at the door. But damn did he have such a perfect body. The sweats, the lazy smile, the damn peach he bit into. It was all torture and he damn well knew it.

He wasn’t likely to figure out the full extent of your feelings– hell you didn’t even know exactly what you felt, but if he kept this up you might as well walk around with a neon sign on your forehead that reads I’d like to fuck Sanemi Shinazugawa. Maybe then your mother would pay attention to you. Not that you care.

You glance down at your wrist again, the letter ‘S’ spreading a grin across your face. This was stupid. So stupid. What if Sanemi was still in the other room? Or using the bathroom? What would you do then? You have a pit of desire and you wish Sanemi would clean it off with his teeth. Were you jealous of a peach? Groaning, you slip out of your bottom layer of clothing, discarding it on the floor. Things were getting dangerous. Your thoughts were supplying you with a fantasy world and you were about to become delusional. At least then you wouldn’t have to face the reality of this stupid – well, whatever it was. 

Positioning yourself against the corner of your bed, you spread your legs apart. The cool breeze from the ac hits your damp pussy and the sensation makes you slump against the wall. If Sanemi were between your legs right now he’d probably lick his lips and spread them even wider so he could have full range to lavish his tongue against your sensitive clit. A tiny moan whines from your throat. 

The image drives you to reach between your thighs, hissing when your fingers brush against your clit. His tongue would feel warm, wet, and slick as it laps at your folds. Your fingers plunge deeper, a strangled moan falling from your mouth.

Your breathing pattern stalls, hiccuping as you work yourself into a frenzy – the inside of your stomach feeling gooey and hot. His long thick fingers would slip into your pussy, teasing the entrance where you’d beg for him to fuck you later. He’d smirk, pleased with how you’re so desperate for his cock, for all of him. But he’d make you wait, good girls always wait for permission. You groan – a guttural pleasured groan. It rolls through your chest, cracking into a whimper at the end as you edge yourself closer to your crest. 

It’s like you’re seeing stars with how your fingers feel, you only wish Sanemi were here, ready to please like he usually is. His words and touch always elicit a response from you. He had to know that. What kind of response would he get out of you as he lined the tip of his cock up at your entrance? Making you bed for him to fuck you unconscious. You’d be such a good little slut for him. Taking all of him inside your hungry cunt until he clung to your hips, spilling his seed inside of you. 

A tense pinch of pleasure squeezes your core, crashing through your body with a string of perfectly pretty moans. Sanemi hadn’t meant to listen to you masturbating. It was an accident – he’d come to your door to apologize for allowing you to misunderstand his intentions. His knuckles had brushed against the wood of your door when he heard you gasp. Wondering if you were okay he pressed his ear to the door. Then, his muscles tensed as you purred out a moan. 

Sanemi was a decent man – or so he thought until his hand slips down to his growing bulge. He hisses as you whimper, gasping for air – your bed squeaking with movement. He wants to swing the door open and take in the sight of you sprawled out. What kind of face were you making while moaning like that? More importantly, what were you thinking about? 

You’re whimpering and the glint of the beads around Sanemi’s wrist sends his thoughts spiraling. The very same bracelet he wore on his arm was around yours. It was like he was between your legs, pressing his thumb against your clit to proudly watch you squirm in pleasure. His mouth waters, imagining how you’d taste after cumming. His cock aches to burrow into your wet warmth and stay there forever. 

He presses his forehead to the wood, letting out a tight breath as he strokes his length through the cloth of his sweatpants. If he stayed here any longer it would surely result in him knocking down your door. Not the valiant way he had thought about confessing. Sanemi steps away from your door, cursing under his breath. He holds up his arm, staring at the matching bracelet until he notices the first letter of your name. His gaze slowly makes it way back to the door. Was there an ‘S’ on yours? For his name? His eyes flutter shut, a trickle of possessiveness racking through his body. 

Tuesday is finger painting. The kids each get their own easel and insist you and Sanemi paint with them. The morning ends with Sanemi having paint smeared across his face and you with splotches on your arms. The afternoon is bubble painting, which results in bubbles being blown everywhere. Wednesday is crafting things with clay. You proudly present your monstrosity at the end of the day. Sanemi and the kids try their best to compliment whatever you had created, but you can tell they’re just being nice. 

When Thursday rolls around the kids want to draw and color all day so Sanemi and you make sure they have lots of construction paper, colors, and other supplies. You’re sitting with Hana’s group of friends and Sanemi is across the room with a group of boys, drawing furiously.

Kenji peers down at what Mister Sanemi had drawn. “Hey, that kind of looks like Miss YN,” He points at the stick figure holding the hand of the other one. Sanemi covers the page and shakes his head. 

Kenji somehow manages to push his arms off, grabbing the paper. “Oi! Brat, give that back!” He yells as Kenji runs over to your side. You smile down at him as he hands you the page. 

You cover your heart and your smile grows. “Aww, Kenji did you draw this?” You ask, your voice softening. 

He shakes his head vigorously. “Nope! Mister Sanemi drew you and him holding hands!” You glance up, meeting the flushed face of Sanemi standing over Kenji. His eyes look pleading as you drop your eyes to the drawing again. It did kind of look like you, but that would be impossible. Why would Sanemi draw something like this? 

“YN, listen…” He starts, brushing up against you. Your body stiffens at his close proximity. “I hadn’t finished, I was going to draw the kids in next.” He explains. You wish he would step back from your side because his warmth is driving you insane. 

Kenji giggles as he rushes back to his group of friends. “It wouldn’t matter anyway.” You state, handing the drawing back to Sanemi. “I could honestly care less what you draw.” You smile sarcastically and turn back to your group. Sanemi stands behind you for a moment, his heart yearning to reach out and touch you again – but he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. He obviously already fucked up when he kissed you, after all you’d been avoiding him. It was best that he kept his distance to figure out how to talk to you and give you space so you’d listen to him.

The next morning you manage to chow down your breakfast before Sanemi enters the kitchen area. In all honesty, you were aware thinking about someone you were mad at while masturbating… wasn’t the best look. You didn’t want to think about the realities of what that meant for you since Sanemi was still being an asshole about the whole innocent kiss thing. The thoughts going through your head last night were far from innocent. 

You’re sitting in a lawn chair, writing down some ideas for today’s craft. The kids had to make puppets and come up with a script to perform in the afternoon. With your group of kids, things were bound to go smoothly. You grin, shutting your notebook and checking the time on your phone. It was almost time for the kids to meet you and Sanemi near the picnic benches. You glare at your cabin, waiting for the white-haired male to step out of his door at any moment. The knob turns and you quickly act like you weren’t blatantly waiting for him. “Mornin’ YN,” Sanemi calls, jogging up to your side. You roll your eyes, glancing at the casually attractive outfit he has on. A pair of fitted black shorts that accentuate the size of his muscular thighs with a loose gray shirt tucked into one side. 

He plops down next to you. “Why were you so late?” You interrogate. Sanemi quirks an easy smirk, eyeing you out of the corner of his eye.

Sanemi props one of his legs over the other, leaning further into the chair. “I had to take a shower,” He begins, raising his brows. “Could’ve used the company.” He cocks his head toward you, his lilac eyes filling with an expression you couldn’t pinpoint. 

Your brows furrow despite the blush spreading across your cheeks. “Scared of showering by yourself just like you’re scared of kissing people?” You snap and his playfulness is immediately wiped off his face. Where were these words coming from? Were you going crazy? The inside voices are becoming the outside voices! It’s too late now to back peddle. You scoff, turning away from him. “Don’t, I know you regret and it’s fine. I just figured you would’ve cut back on the flirting.” You push out of the chair. “I’m not some girl you can flirt with for the summer and then fuck off to wherever, okay? If you’re going to accidentally kiss me then fucking own up to it and talk to me like an adult. You made me feel so uncomfortable because I somehow thought it was my fault. So this whole cool-guy act needs to stop. Until we have a real conversation about what happened I would rather go back to friendly hating each other.” 

As you stomp away Sanemi feels the ‘oh shit’ factor roll through him. While he’d been trying to figure out his feelings toward you, he’d been allowing you to figure it out for him. You assumed he wanted some summer fun and thought better after kissing you, but that wasn’t it at all. Sanemi was falling, so fucking deeply in love with you. He had been ever since you were kids, but as a boy who grew up barely knowing what kindness was, it was hard to seek out those emotions. Now looking back to how he felt when you ran away into the woods that night… he realizes the panic of finding your mother was so you would be found as quickly as possible. No one saw you for a week after that and he’s still not sure what happened, but he knew it wasn’t good. 

He was stronger now and he’d stand up to your demons, slaying them with you by his side. He would protect you no matter what, but right now he had to explain this misunderstanding before it was too late. Kissing you was the best thing to happen to him – accident or not. It made him forget how shitty his life was and how blissful it could be by just seeing you. He’d fucked up.

After cooling off you wandered back to the growing group of children that rush you when they spot you. It makes your heart warm that they’re so excited. Sanemi watches you from a distance and you’re glad he seems to finally be listening to you. 

Leading the kids to the mess hall through the light morning rain is more peaceful than it should be. No one tries to jump in the mud, they stay in between you and Sanemi, walking politely. When you explain in detail what they’re supposed to do all of them get to work using craft paper and whatever was leftover from the week. The morning blows past and suddenly you’re sitting in a seat next to Sanemi as groups of kids put on puppet shows. Some of them make you snort with laughter and others are downright works of art. Then, Hana and her group of friends present their show. A spikey white-haired puppet and one that looks eerily like you pop up into the makeshift theater. 

Your eyes widen realizing what’s going on. “Hi there darling! I sure do love your face!” Kenji yells, playing the white-haired puppet. 

Slowly you and Sanemi make eye contact. “We should love each other’s faces forever. Then love our baby’s faces. Then love our-”

You shoot into a standing position, clapping your hands together. “Okay, that’ll wrap up the puppet shows everyone!” You demand, laughing nervously. What the actual fuck? You whisk around to glare at Hana and Kenji dramatically making the two puppets kiss. “Oi, William Shakespear and Agatha Cristi get over here, now.” You point to the spot next to you and Sanemi. Akane and Mai scurry away with the rest of the kids heading toward the snack table. 

Kenji and Hana meander toward you; pouts puffing out their bottom lips. “Guys, you can’t keep doing this.” Sanemi gestures to the puppets on their hands. “Miss YN and I aren’t some story you can just use willy-nilly. We’re real people with real emotions.” 

A scoffed laugh falls from your lips. “Mister Sanemi has a hard time with emotions anyway, that’s why this show wasn’t even true to life. He would never call someone darling.” You explain dully. 

Hana shakes her head, pointing to Sanemi. “Nu-uh! He called you darling the other day!” She exclaims. You glance at Sanemi and then drag a hand down your face. 

“Hana, this isn’t something you should be concerned with.”

“But we just want you and Mister Sanemi to make up.” She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s no fun while you guys are fighting.” Your eyes bulge as she talks. Did the kids care that much? And they noticed? Gosh, that was kind of sweet. 

Sanemi leans forward, ruffling Hana’s hair. “Don’t worry about it kiddo, we’ll work on it.” He glances at you with a slight smile. A sigh rushes through you as you nod in agreement. Kenji and Hana rush off to the snack table to join their friends. You can remember a time when you and Sanemi played pranks on the camp leaders. A growing ache suffocates your next breath. You peek at him, wondering where things went wrong. Part of you was mad that he walked away after the kiss and another part was angry because you enjoyed it so much. No matter what happened it felt like you couldn’t be friends with him. It was like the universe was keeping you away from each other for a reason unbeknownst to you.

When you both get back to the cabin nothing gets talked about. It’s an awful feeling, like abandonment all over again. Sanemi didn’t care enough about you to talk or explain why he kissed you. Everything was so nice until that stupid kiss that you couldn’t stop thinking about. The fact that it was that good, yet lasted about two seconds drives you mad. 

It’s not until Saturday morning as the sky quakes with thunder and heavy rain, that you decide enough is enough. If he wasn’t going to talk to you, then you’d have to take it into your own hands. That was until there was a knock on your outside door. You get out of bed and open it to find Yena holding an umbrella. Her eyes are filled with some sort of sorrow as she blows out a heavy breath. “YN, deary, I need to speak with one of your kiddos. Can you bring Kenji to the main office? His mother is on the phone.” She explains, a sad smile creasing her lips. You nod your head, looking toward the cabin you knew Kenji was sleeping in. 

You look back to Yena, wondering how serious it was for her to be so affected by it. “Yeah. Let me get dressed and I’ll bring him over before 8.” You reply, a cool wash of anxiety coating your insides. Yena nods. 

“I’ll see you then.” She turns to leave, walking out into the downpour. You study her retreating form before shaking off the dreadful feeling that was wrapping around you. After slipping into a comfy pair of shorts and a hoodie you run over to cabin 3. 

Knocking on the door a sleepy boy answers the door. You recognize him as Mikey, one of Kenji’s close friends. “Hey Mikey can you get Kenji for me, please? Tell him to get dressed and meet me out here.” You explain and the little boy shuts the door. 

A couple of minutes later Kenji pops out of the door, eagerly running up to you. He hugs your legs and bounces up and down. “Are we going on a special mission Miss YN!?” He yells, grabbing onto your hand. For some reason your heart aches, sensing something is off.

You bend down to his level anyway, putting on your biggest grin. “We sure are! I needed my bravest soldier to help me on a secret quest.” Your face becomes stern and Kenji giggles, running around in a circle. 

“Don’t worry Miss YN! I’ll protect you! Did’ya know I’m stronger than Mister Sanemi!?” He squeals, punching the air. You stand up, laughing off his comment about your co-leader. All those years carrying you around and taking care of his little brother were bound to build up excess strength. Plus those muscles of his were no joke…

Kenji latches onto your hand again as you walk the path to the main office. It’s not raining as hard as it was moments ago, but thunder still rolls through the sky. You walk him through the main office door, Yena waiting behind the counter with the phone pressed to her ear. She spots Kenji and waves him over. He sends a look at you over his shoulder before releasing your hand to walk to Yena’s side. She hands him the phone and his face instantly drops.

The hands of your past crawl back into your stomach, clawing out anything good and leaving behind gouges of trauma, boiling toward your throat. Kenji’s eyes start trembling as he clutches the phone to his ear. “No! No! You can’t!” He suddenly yells, pushing the phone away from him, sobs flooding from his mouth. You take a step toward him but he angrily glares at you before bursting through the front door. Yena slumps defeatedly against the wall. 

You glance at the door still swinging shut. “Yena, what’s going on?” You inquire softly, terrified of the answer she’d give you.

She looks up, a pained expression taking the light away from her face. “Kenji’s parents are divorcing. His father isn’t going to be there when he gets back.” 

Her words coast around in your brain before you turn on your heel and bolt after Kenji. No, no, please no. The similarities between your past and this moment is laughable as you cut through the trees. Your eyes wildly search for little Kenji, anywhere, somewhere. Thunder claps above your head but you ignore it, traveling further into the woods. “Kenji!” You scream, rain spitting into your eyes. “Kenji please come back!” You yell, cupping your hands around your mouth. You feel empty, yet full of terror. The same way you felt back then when your mother kicked your dad out of your life. The man that would take care of you when your mother got too angry or too drunk. He was gone forever, your protector. Left you to be fed to the monsters your mother harbored. 

You split through a clearing, breathing heavily as the rain comes down with torrential intent. You feel like crying, screaming, throwing yourself off a cliff even, but you catch a glimpse of Kenji’s red shirt huddled up against the hallow of a tree. “Miss YN!” He cries, holding out his arms for you. “I’m scared.” You rush to his side, bringing him tightly to your chest. 

The both of you cling to each other under the cover of the tree, sobbing with the sky. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here.” You breathe, stroking his head. Kenji curls up in your arms, trembling with tiny hiccups. You knew these woods like the back of your hand, but as the rain blurs your vision the realization crashes over you. 

You had no idea where you were.

Sanemi watches the rain from his window, wondering what you were doing right now. He grunts as he slides off his bed, heading through the kitchen area to your door. He knocks lightly, aware that you might still be sleeping. “YN?” He calls out softly, but you don’t respond. He furrows his brows knocking harder. “YN?” His voice is firmer, but yet nothing comes from your room. He reached for the knob, twisting it open with ease. The door swings open revealing your empty room. He glances around, breathing in your scent and trying to push down the excitement of being in your personal space. He moves around your room, heading toward your outside door. He walks through it, feeling the cool breeze of the storm against his skin. 

Where were you? He spots a group of boys sitting outside their cabin. He jogs over to them through the rain, stopping under the cover of their deck. “What’cha up to?” Sanemi inquires, planning on asking them if they’d seen where you went. 

One of them looks at him. “Miss YN took Kenji and we’re waiting for him to come back because he wanted to play games with us.” He explains and Sanemi quirks a brow.

What was that about? “Do you know where?” Sanemi pushes. The same one that was talking to him shakes his head.

“They were headed toward the main office, but I’m not sure where exactly they were headed.” Sanemi thanks the group of boys before running toward the main office. When he swings open the door Yena is sitting at her desk with her head in her hands. She glances up when he walks further into the door. 

Her features soften, a worried expression crossing her face. “Oh Sanemi, thank goodness. I’m so worried.” She rises from her seat, crossing over the carpet to his side. 

A sense of dread hits the pit of his stomach like a weight of bricks. What was going on? Where were you? Why did Yena look so anxious? “What’s wrong?” Sanemi glances around the office, wishing that you’d pop out to surprise him. 

Yena places a hand on his shoulder, turning his attention back to her. “Kenji ran into the woods and YN followed him.” She explains. 

The feeling of concern amplifies as his blood cools. Not the woods again. “When?” He snaps, a strike of lightning illuminating the sky. Yena sighs, glancing at the clock on the wall. 

“About an hour ago,” She trails off, furrowing her brows together. “Sanemi, please, find them.” Without a second thought, he runs into the woods. A flash of when he was younger causes him to halt at the tree line. His heart is beating erratically in his chest as he stares through the trunks of thick forest. He’d been too scared to continue on back then, but you were probably frightened too. Who was he to love you if he couldn’t face your terror? It’s then that he lifts up his wrist to view the matching bracelet. He shakes off his nerves and starts jogging through the foliage.

The rain soaks through his shirt, slicking his hair to the side of his face. He had to find you. Just a week ago you nearly drowned on his watch because of a stupid bet and now you were lost in the woods during a strong storm. Were you trying to test his patience? No… you most likely ran after Kenji because of your inner child. Something wanted to heal that part of you. Being a child was difficult, especially when you were taught that emotions were wrong. 

Sanemi can remember the way your mother screamed as he pulled you angrily by your arm. Her grip left marks on you, red splotches of hatred spanning your tiny arm. She was cursing, screeching about how much of an embarrassment you were, if you loved your father so much then why didn’t you go find him? She was a pure blur of her past demons boiling up into one entity – against her own daughter. 

Now, he would plunge a sword through her heart and save you from the wild beast. Take you away somewhere safe. If only he’d understood more back then. It was all his fault. He had no right to have these feelings toward you when all he caused you was turmoil. Yet, he can’t help but see your smiling face, blushing cheeks, and sparkling eyes. The way you stop to smell the breeze of the lake. How joyful you are with the kids, genuinely caring for them. Your sassy remarks when he got too flirtatious with you. The way your lips felt against his in that blissful moment. He… truly loved you. Every ounce, curve, and flaw. “YN!” He screams, the beating of his heart echoing in his ears. 

Sanemi wants to tell you everything, instead of running to someone else. This was between you and him. He couldn’t last another second without telling you how much you meant to him. “YN! Where are you!?” He’s scanning the treeline, worry creasing his brows. 

You and Kenji still, then look at each other. “Is that Mister Sanemi?” He asks, eyes welling with tears again. You brush your thumb over his plump cheeks, soothing him.

It’s not helpful that your heart picks up its beating rate at the thought. Sanemi had come to find you – well you and Kenji. Regardless, you’re a little too happy about it. “Over here!” You scream, covering Kenji’s ears. 

Sanemi’s heart thumps against his ribcage as he hears you scream back for him. He glances around his surroundings, his eyes finally landing on a hint of red in the distance. “Hold on! I’m coming!” He charges toward the area your voice came from. 

He sees your face, a sloppy mess of tears and wet hair, and he wants to drop to his knees. “Thank goodness…” You whisper, letting Kenji run to hug Sanemi’s legs. His eyes are locked on your every movement, studying if you are okay. 

“We need to get you back, I don’t think you could’ve made it out of the forest.” Sanemi holds Kenji’s hand, waiting for you to start following him. Something holds you back though, a sinking feeling of guilt or shame – you weren’t sure which. 

You had cried and hidden away just like when you were younger. Sanemi didn’t come to save you… he came to prove a point. You were still just that little girl, running away from her problems. You’re silent the whole way back, emotions dancing with thoughts. Yena hugs you and then yells at you for running out without a map. Kenji is sent to get a check-up from Shinobu. Everything feels like it’s underwater, floating past you. Only when you’re in front of your cabin do you snap out of the daze, peering up at Sanemi. “You didn’t think I could make it out on my own…” You mutter. He turns to you, knitting his brows together. “I thought you were there to save me, but you were just there to prove that you could do it. It had nothing to do with me.” Your body feels frozen, numb even. 

Sanemi opens the door to his room. “That’s not it at all. Just give me a moment and we can talk about this later.” He replies, closing his door behind him. Later huh? You didn’t want later. Now was later. 

You rush to his door, swinging it open angrily. “No, you don’t get to walk away. We’re talking about this now.” You snap, taking in Sanemi without a shirt. Why did he always have no shirt on? You halt, mouth gaping. 

He sighs, tossing his wet shirt into his hamper. “Fine, you want to talk, let’s talk. It was careless of you to just run after Kenji like that.” He hisses, motioning to you. “Do you know how worried everyone was? I understand why you did it, but what if something had happened to the both of you? What then YN?” 

You march up to him, poking at his chest. “You don’t understand shit Sanemi! Kenji ran into the forest. What was I supposed to do? Stand there and wait for some big muscley man to go in and find him? I did what felt right and you cannot blame me for that!” Your voice is quaking, on the verge of tears. 

Sanemi scoffs, throwing his hands up in the air. “I’m not blaming you! For fuck’s sake can you stop thinking that everyone is out to get you!? I am not your mother. I care about you and blame myself every fucking day for what happened back then.” Wow. Did he really just bring up your mother? A tormenting ache twists your gut, sucking up any energy you had left.

His nostrils are flaring and your body buzzes with a newfound heat. It’s anger, it’s sexual frustration, and its adrenaline all wrapped up into one. “Yeah well, you have a real funny way of showing how sorry you are. It’s so funny how you can kiss me one day and then act like nothing happened the next.” You laugh tightly and watch as his brows shoot up.

A sarcastic laugh bubbles out of his throat. “Unlike you, I don’t face everything head-on. I was terrified after I kissed you, because yes I kissed you. Do you have any idea how confusing it is to realize after all these years that I’m in love with you? Then to realize that I’ve fucked up so massively that there’s zero chance of anything ever happening?” He hisses, rolling his lips into a tight line after his confession. This wasn’t how he pictured telling you, but at least it was out there now for you to hear.

Your body tenses, staring at Sanemi with wild eyes. Love? He was in love with you? It was like a slap in the face and a warm blanket at the same time. “Then fucking change my mind,” You order. 

Sanemi’s eyes widen and his throat bobs with nerves. “Y’know I love it when you get bossy,” He whispers, grabbing your face with gentle vigor. The kiss starts off soft and genuine. Your hands travel into his soft hair, moaning lightly against his lips when his hands find their way to your ass. That’s when something animalistic awakens in the both of you. Sanemi spins you around and walks you back against the wall, pressing his knee between your legs. You groan through your mouth at the lovely pressure. 

His lips work against yours, deepening the kiss into something feral and needy. “God, I want you.” You huff out between a break. You feel a cocky smirk on your neck where Sanemi nips at the junction of your shoulder. All those times you imagined the quick peck between you both was nothing compared to this. Kissing Sanemi was like pouring hot magma onto a frozen lake. Your body was alive with pinpricks of electricity. 

You peer down, shakily watching him explore the planes of your body. This was all too much. He was someone you cherished, someone you hated… someone you – was it possible for you to even love someone? You care deeply for your friends, the kids, and this camp… but love? It's something so deep, so pure that it transcends everything. Did you love Sanemi Shinazugawa or were you crushing on him? The line was thin, but at the same time a cavern impossible to jump over. “Hey hey hey, where did you drift off to?” His voice breaks you out of the daze you were in. Your eyes blink up to meet his, soft and beautiful.

His warm hand reaches up to cup your cheek. “Do you need me to stop? I got caught up in my own selfish desires…” He trails off, looking away bashfully. Huh? Was this gruff man actually…adorable? 

Leaning into his hand you shake your head. “I was just thinking about insecurities,” You laugh, meeting his gaze. Sanemi’s face softens and for once you wish your home life had been different. There were times you were grateful that what happened to you made you stronger, more resilient to people’s bullshit. Spinning it into a postive made you think less about the trauma. Now… you want to be something soft Sanemi can mold with his love. You yearn to fall into his blanketed warmth where somehow you’d be safe. “But I’m better now.” You finish, realizing all at once that it didn’t matter if you loved him, because you could love him. Love was something you were able to feel, eventually, that is. He could teach you. “Sanemi, I really like you… do you think – do you think we could continue kissing?”

An airy laugh blows through his nose as he guides you into a sitting positon on his bed. “M’course, just let me know if you want to stop.” His eyes light up micheviously, bending down to peck your lips teasingly. He sinks to his knees, sliding his hands down your outter thighs. 

Sanemi was never someone you thought would stun you into silence, but as his gaze drops to the apex of your legs it suddenly becomes hard to speak. “What? Got no smart ass response?” He glances smugly up at you, rolling his tongue over his lips. Instead of replying you spread your legs apart for him. Your action brings his longing attention back to your clothed pussy, which clamps on nothing. “Mmm, I guess your body can do enough speaking,” He hooks a finger into your shorts, pulling them down your waist. “S’pretty.” He hisses, reveling in the way your panties cling to the dampness of your cunt. “All mine,” He’s muttering to himself like a mad man and maybe he was, but it brings a flush to your cheeks. 

You squirm to fling your short to the side of his room, wiggling out of your underwear next. He watches like he’ll die if he looks away. “Sanemi I can’t hold back, please, I need you to do something.” You give him enough room to stay between your legs. His smirk worries you only slightly.

He stands, the girth of his cock outlined in his pants. “Just remember you asked for this. We’ll have plenty of time to take it slow later, but right now I can’t wait anymore either.” His eyes are a dark brooding purple as he slips the belt out of its loops smoothly. It’s one of the hottest things you’ve ever witnessed. Your childhood friend was about to fuck your brains out and the fact that you’d been fighting only made the tension in the room that much thicker. 

Sanemi’s cock is longer than anyone you’d been with before and you can’t seem to look away from it. How the head weeps and is blush pink with untouched desire. He’s barely holding on, but the weight of reality slaps you across the face. “Do you have a condom?” You quip and he freezes. His cheeks blush as he glances at his nightstand. 

“Can’t think why I wouldn’t pack condoms coming to a job where I’ve never had sex before…fuck. I can stop if you want to, I wouldn’t dare-”

“Sanemi, I could care less. Right now all I want is you. We’ll figure it out together.” You grab the back of his neck to bring him in for a kiss. As his lips work against yours he lines himself up at your entrance, brushing the head of his cock against the slick of your arousal. He hisses into your mouth as the tip slips into your warmth. A shaky moan echoes through both of you as you push your foreheads together to watch his cock slide into your pretty pussy. 

You blow out a breath, throwing your head back in utter bliss. Sanemi fills you out beautifully, stretching your walls just enough to send shivers up your spine. “You feel perfect…you’re perfect,” Sanemi kisses you, slowly starting to move his hips. The muscles in your stomach tense with a hot iron of pressure. 

“Haa, Sanemi, please,” You begin but he snaps his hips into yours. A loud slap of skin rattles through his room. Your eyes go wide and a sharp gasp pushes through your body. 

He grins over you, sliding back on his knees and bringing you with him. “Mmm, shh babygirl, m’gonna take care of you.” He strings your legs over his hips, rocking you on his cock. 

Moans burst from your mouth as you cling to his neck. “F’ Sanemi,” You gasp, his cock plunging deeper into your pussy than the previous postion. 

“That’s it, let go pretty girl,” Sanemi burrows into you, a fucked out grin coating his lips. You feel like you’re almost split in two, but the sting bleeds into a sharp pleasurable throb. It radiates through your core, spreading tingles across your skin. Your head lolls to the side a bolt of electricity twisting around your stomach, coating it in the crashing waves of your climax. You’re both panting as Sanemi fucks into you, gripping your hips onto him. 

The overstimulation makes you squirm on top of him, but he chaces his own crest, finally finding it when you grip the back of his head, fisting his hair. Warm cum coats your insides, Sanemi gently laying you back down on the mattress. You feel gooey inside, but there’s a silent happiness that brings a smile to your face. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, I promise next time I’ll last longer- I, I…shit let me go get you a rag.” Sanemi pushes himself up on his elbows but you caress his cheek, calming the anxious glaze in his eyes. 

“No, stay.” He’d finally found you… and you weren’t about to let him out of your sight for a long long time.  

Off the Record | Muzan Kibutsuji x fem!reader

warnings: NSFW, MDNI, food play (with wine), fingering, squirting (first-time ayyyye), oral sex fem! receiving, raw sex, rough sex, reader gets that good stuff, cum on chest

word count: 2.4k

a/n: guys I may have an addiction to the Demon Slayer cast... will I seek help for it...? Absolutely not.

His eyes gleam with the soft glow of the light over your head. Behind him are massive windows that show the cityscape of modern-day Tokyo, the twinkling neon lights like stars you could touch. You’d always dreamed of coming into this building, but never had you thought you’d be sitting here – across from the biggest name in Japan and quite frankly, the world. 

It made your whole body buzz with child-like excitement. As an interviewer, you had to scrape by on nothing until the right opportunities presented themselves. When your boss specifically asked for you to hold the in-house interview, you knew this was your big break.

“So, Mr.Kibutsuji, the paparazzi have difficulty finding you.” He smirks, leaning back against the large couch he sat on across from you – only a table separating you from the mysterious man. 

He peers off to the side, studying a magnificent piece of artwork on his wall. “It’s because I don’t want them to.” He blinks the crimson of his eyes back on your sweet face. His answer is matter-of-fact and if he went on like this, the interview would surely be a bust. 

You laugh politely, looking down at your approved list of questions. The thumping in your chest tells you that this isn’t a good idea, but you set it firmly down on the table in front of you, grinning up at the worldwide star. “Is that so? Mind if I ask you some questions off the record?” You scoot to the edge of your seat, watching as the ravenette perks up at your question. 

It intrigued him. He asked for an inexperienced rookie to simply ask him the questions on the sheet and not pry into his carefully secluded life. Yet, here you were, the questionnaire already on the table with a perky smile on your lips. Muzan feels the corner of his mouth quirk into a grin. He blows out a breath, gesturing in a circular motion freely with one of his hands still strung across the back of the couch. “You’re going to no matter what, so why not give you what you want?” He hums, distracted by the way your knees part ever so slightly to position yourself more comfortably on his furniture. A jolt of electricity pulses through him, shocking him into meeting your intense gaze. 

Muzan Kibutsuji had spent a millennium disregarding the way women made him feel. Never had one interested him enough to break focus on his goals. Sex was something to break the silence of failure, not anything to spend his time on. But you… you were a carefully crafted complexity of sexual frustration. 

He runs his tongue along the inside of his mouth, suddenly parched for a taste of anything. The ringing of your laughter snaps him out of his daze momentarily. “Yes well, I’m known to be pushy when I want something.” 

Me too, Muzan thought. You open your mouth as if you’re about to start, but then you pause, screwing your lips shut. “Before we start, do you mind if we get something to drink? I’m dry as a mouse over here.” You mess with your fingers nervously wondering if that was the correct thing to ask. 

Muzan lifts a brow. “I was unaware mice got dry.” Nevertheless, he lifts himself off the couch. “But that is acceptable. If you’ll follow me to the kitchen?” He walks around the side of the table, offering you a hand. You gulp, tentatively putting your hand in his. 

He guides you to the kitchen island, pulling out a seat for you. You thank him with a nod of your head, gratefully climbing onto the stool. Setting down the tape recorder on the counter, you glance around the silver and white area. The kitchen is just as dim as the living room, the lack of light only making the slight brush of Muzan’s arm against your back send shivers down your spine. “I’ve always wanted to come into this building,” you blurt before cursing lightly under your breath. “Well, er, I mean to say… thank you. I’m grateful for this experience.” You ramble to cover up the embarrassing fact that you basically just admitted you’re poor. Muzan chuckles lowly, the sound rumbling around your head as he sets two wine glasses on the marble countertop. 

“Château Lafite 1869?” He lifts an expensive-looking bottle in the air. You catch a glimpse of the label, a detailed depiction of some sort of mansion with trees around it. He pours the red liquid into the cups, the noise filling the silence. When he’s done he picks both glasses up by the stem of their neck, setting one down in front of you. The aroma is divine. “My turn for a question.” Muzan leans against the lip of the island, staring into the pool of wine in his glass. He swirls it around, glancing up at you. “Just how thankful are you?” He questions.

You smile, bringing the glass to your lips and letting a bit of the wine fill your mouth. Muzan watches you with swept attention. The flavor is complex but you catch a hint of spiciness hit the back of your throat. You set the wine glass down, trying to think of a response. “You’ve done it all wrong,” Muzan’s brows are furrowed as he stalks toward you. He grabs hold of the glass, dipping his finger into it. Your eyes widen when he drags the pad of his finger along your lips. Subconsciously you part your lips, breathing shakily as you daringly dart your tongue out. 

His eyes light up like an inferno, capturing your chin his nostrils flare. “So thankful I’d do anything.” You sputter out against the hard grasp he has on your chin. He rolls his lips under his teeth, huffing out a laugh. 

His free hand grabs your ass, spinning you around on the stool so you’re straddling him. “Is that so darlin’?” He flings your head to the side, the motion making you fall against the back of the counter. “You figure you don’t have what it takes to succeed so you’ll suck my cock, is that it?” He mummers, dragging the back of his hand down your exposed neck. 

Your body heats as you narrow your eyes. “No, that not-” You shut your mouth when his gaze locks onto yours. 

His hands find their way to your thighs, pressing them apart and savoring how your skirt rids up the plush skin. “Oh come on, you even wore a skirt. You knew what you were doing. Off the record? Please, that’s so they won’t hear you screaming my name back at the office,” He squeezes the skin of your thigh, causing you to hiss out in pain. “But I can fix that.” He smirks, running his fingers over the bruised skin. 

You pant heavily as you watch him devour you with his gaze. “We,” You gasp as he somehow rips your shirt to shreds. You regard the fabric of the once nice shirt that covered your torso now falling to the floor – parts of it still clinging to your body. 

The man in front of you runs a hand through his hair, grinning at the sight before him. “That’s more like it,” He hums, plucking the clasp on your back apart, letting your bra slide down your shoulders. “By all means, if you were about to mention the interview, continue asking me questions.” He pushes further between your thighs, flicking your nipple. You groan, the sensitive bud growing stiff. Muzan scoffs. “Though I doubt you’ll be able to.” 

He gathers liquid on two of his fingers, shoving them into your mouth. You squeak at the rough plunge, but your tongue sucks around the earthy tones of the wine. “Hmm, I think I’d rather like the look of you on my counter. Up you go.” You’re being lifted suddenly onto the island. Your skirt is around your hips, the cold of the counter on your ass making you squirm around. “Spread your legs.” He instructs, inspecting how you shyly part your legs, revealing your naked pussy. He scoffs again, tilting his head with a smug expression. 

You turn your cheek against the counter, flushing with embarrassment. “Don’t laugh,” You whine, pouting as the heat of his hand traverses up your leg. 

Muzan’s fingers graze the area of your inner thigh with lecherous intent. “Don’t be embarrassed, I don’t blame you for wanting to fuck me.” Your eyes flutter shut as he draws circles around your mound, playing with your emotions like they were an appetizer. “Besides, I’m going to fuck you real good,” His fingers slide into your pussy, exploring the new area. You groan, squeezing your eyes shut at the sensation. “Hmph, already so wet. You sure did come hot and slick.” He muses, using his thumb to press into your swollen clit. 

A hand clamps over your mouth as you writhe against his ministrations. “Fuck, sir-” Muzan shoves his fingers deeper, aggressively reaching for your throat. His massive hand wraps around the span of your throat, squeezing your windpipes. 

“Call me that again,” He commands, the fire in his eyes now dark and blown out. You huff out tiny breaths, nodding your head. He removes his hand slowly dragging it down your navel, before gripping the side of your thigh. His fingers curl deeper inside of you and your eyes widen. 

A panted moan falls from your lips as he continues. “Just like that, yes, please sir,” He smirks, pushing down on your clit. A yelp echoes around the kitchen at the sudden pressure. 

Muzan lavishes in the way your throat has a red ring around it, marks from him spotting your body in a gorgeous display of possession. “Such a good girl for me,” He growls, slipping his fingers into his mouth to taste your arousal. You watch him with the swell of desire wrapping its claws into your core. “What a wonderful pairing with the Rothschild.” He mutters, grabbing one of the glasses and swigging the liquid into his mouth. 

A devious grin paints his face as he lowers the glass, meeting your gaze. He tips the glass against your stomach, letting the dark red wine trickle tributaries down your greedy cunt. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean you up.” Muzan’s mouth is hungrily lapping at your folds, delighted noises streaming from him as he savors the taste. “Intoxicating,” He huffs, swirling his tongue around your clit before sucking hard on the sensitive area. 

Your throat is sore from the way whimpering moans string together shakily. Your stomach is pulsing with a sensation unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. If he didn’t stop, you felt like you might explode. “M-Muzan,” You begin, huffing out his name. He hums against your folds but doesn’t stop. “Ah, ah,” You start to shake against him, the ravenette pumping his fingers inside of you while licking your clit savagely. “F-ck, m’gonna, hngh haaa ahhh,” 

Muzan’s mouth curls deliciously as your back arches off the counter. Then, with a few bucks of your hips, wetness sprays from your pussy. You shiver as the squirting continues, your body twitching with untouched pleasure. Breathing seems impossible as Muzan licks his lips. “What a wonderful show, but unfortunately we’re still not done.” He pulls you down the counter, lining the apex of your thighs against the bulge in his pants. 

Your eyes widen, he can’t be serious. You were barely conscious after whatever just happened. Did he expect you to go all night? What was this man made of? He frees his cock, the tip slapping against your sensitive cunt. You squeeze your eyes shut. How is it that big? It didn’t feel that big when it was pressed against your thigh. Holy shit. Was he going to put that thing in you? “You’re gonna take all of it,” he begins, pushing the head against your slick. You blink open your eyes, pushing yourself up on your elbows to observe his length disappear inside. A strained hiss slips past your lips, Muzan rolling his hips into yours. “Fuck, your pussy should do all our interviews from now on, damn,” He groans, digging the nails of his fingers into your flesh. “You’re gobbling me up,” He meets your gaze, a growing rhythm snapping his cock into you. You throw your head back, moaning his name like it was a prayer. He felt like he’d been doing this a lot longer than any person you’d ever been with. 

Muzan pushes his thick length further, humming in satisfaction as your walls flutter around him. You couldn’t think, all rational thought was flung out of his huge windows the moment he pulled out that bottle of wine. “Ngh, f’so good, mmmngah,” 

He finds it delightful the way your pussy grabs his cock like it wants more. You had a magnificently fucked out face, your eyes rolled back in your head as your mouth hung open. With each compression of your chest, a hoarse whine pushes back out. Frankly, it was music to his ears. So he grabs the recorder you’d set down earlier, pressing the little red button. He grins as the timer starts ticking again. “Such a good slut for me,” He muses, slapping his balls against your ass as he pounds your pretty pussy. “Your cunt is lovin’ this,” He thrusts deeper and deeper until all you can manage is mewling little noises. 

As you grow closer to your second climax, you rest your back on the counter, enjoying the way the cool stone feels against your sweaty back. “Come on darlin’, is that all you got? This why you wanted me off the record? To fuck you silent?” He chuckles, glancing at the recorder next to your trembling thighs. “What a sneaky vixen, is this how you treat all your clients mmm? Offering your pretty pussy with fluttering doe eyes?” He groans, nearing his own wash of pleasure. “Well, on the record, you belong to me now. Got it? You’re my whore whenever I want.” 

His thrusts grow rapid, burrowing his cock inside of you like his life depended on it. With this life of failure, he’d finally found something worth trying to succeed for. Muzan could feel the old vigor seeping into his veins. He pulls out, pumping his cock until a strangled moan escapes his lips, cum landing on your breasts. He’s a panting mess as he takes in what he’s done to you. A puddle of Rothschild and your arousal soaks the wood of the floor. He picks up the tape recorder, bringing it to his lips. “You hear that, Hashira scum? I made your bitch scream my name.” 

Lessons of Lust | Sanemi Shinazugawa and Kyojuro Rengoku x fem!reader

Warnings: oral sex fem!receiving, nipple play, blow job, raw sex, virgin sex, creampie, breeding kink, threesome, cum in the mouth, swallow the cum, hair pulling, brain rot Word count: 1.4k a/n: hey now... Kyojuro and Sanemi brain rot go brrr

“C’mon, baby,” Sanemi coos behind you, his large hands gripping your hips. “You wanna be a good girl for us, right?” Your head falls against the white-haired male’s chest as your breathing falters. A smutty slurping noise echoes around the room, the vibrations of the male underneath you, making it hard to stay upright. 

The flame hashira pops off your clit with a loud smack of his lips. “Keep ‘er quiet Shinazugawa,” He huffs, the grin on his mouth eliciting a growing pressure in your core. Sanemi pulls you flush against him, nipping at the junction of your shoulder and neck. A whimpering mewl slides from your throat as Kyojuro uses the flat of his tongue to swipe the length of your folds. You shudder, the feeling of two men who were your superiors doing such filthy things to you driving you to the very edge. 

It started off as you simply blurting out that you had never been with someone to the flame hashira. He was surprised, to say the least, but he promised he’d train you in the ways of being with someone. That’s when the wind pillar showed up with the quest of sparring with Kyojuro, but he was busy eating out your wet cunt. 

Sanemi sat and gaped, his lilac gaze trying to take in everything at once. How you reached out your fingers for him upon his arrival. The needy look in your eyes as you squirmed atop Kyojuro’s face. He couldn’t help but touch your body, the curve of your breasts, the skin of your stomach, the plush span of your thighs, and your neck. 

You made it obvious how much you enjoyed the rough side of Kyojuro paired with the playful one of Sanemi. You were a wicked thing indeed, especially when your fingertips graze the bulge in the wind hashira’s pants, a fucked out grin tugging on your lips. 

Sanemi blows out a laugh, raising a brow as you continue with your ministrations, panting and moaning while palming at his breeches. “You’re practically beggin’ for more,” He laughs, running his rough fingers down your arm. 

Kyojuro grunts against your thigh, his heated gaze resting on you. “M’thinking we move on to the next lesson.” His teeth sink into the soft skin of your thigh, and your eyes widen before you let out a panted yelp. Sanemi stands up, leaving your back cold and weak. You whine, searching for him only to find the wind hashira dropping his breeches to reveal a stiff pale cock. Your chest lurches at the sight of him, his muscular chest seemingly all pointing to this very spot on his body. There’s a long jagged scar that dips below his pelvis, deliciously curving downward. 

The wind pillar had scars covering his skin, and most likely, the internal ones were deeper than the visible ones. When you first met him, it was an intimidating part of his personality – but now you knew they were tangible proof of just how hard he fought to protect the innocent. “Stop gawking,” Sanemi hisses, stepping toward you with his length firmly in his grasp. “Gods, you’re such a filthy thing,” He brushes the head of his cock against your lips, a gooey liquid connecting your bottom lip to his tip when he pulls back. A twisted smirk plays with his mouth as your tongue darts out to taste the substance he left behind. It’s salty with a hint of sweetness – just like the hashira himself. 

Kyojuro shifts from underneath you, his large hands spreading your thighs even wider. You wince, squeezing your eyes shut from the sudden pressure shooting up your joints. He’s situated the apex of your thighs over the firm place in his pants. The area around the flame pillar’s mouth is red from the ample time spent between your thighs, but a lustful glint in his eyes tells you he’s not done with you just yet. “Since you did such a good job on your first lesson, how about two for one?” Kyojuro nods to Sanemi who grabs onto your chin, pushing his cock against your lips once more. “This is goin’ to hurt before it feels good darlin’, but I know that’s just the way you like it.” The flame hashira unbuckles his belt, sliding it out with tenaciously. Your lips part enough for Sanemi to push into your mouth. He was long, but the sheer girth of the wind hashira is baffling. It’s a miracle he even fits in your mouth as your eyes flutter shut, tears stinging your eyes at the strain. 

Sanemi thrusts against your tongue, grunting in pleasure. “F’ck, so good darlin’” He pants, grabbing the back of your head to sloppily fuck your face. You whimper against his length, hungry for something more. Somehow you still felt empty, but – almost as if hearing your thoughts – Kyojuro lines himself up at your entrance. Then, with a hum of delight, he slips in. The wind hashira has a fistful of your hair as you groan against his cock. “Mmm, ya’like the way he’s filling you up?” Your eyes open, despite the zaps of pain shooting through your system. You manage to nod, spit dripping down your throat. A dark expression coats Sanemi’s lilac eyes, his grip tightening as he shoves his cock so deep into your throat that it hits the back. You choke, a garble of moans and attempted coughs filling the air. The wind hashira grunts, his eyes squeezing shut. “M’goin’ to cum in that pretty mouth of yours,”

Meanwhile, Kyojuro hits the wall of your maidenhood, a sharp pain jolting through you. Your eyes roll back in your head as he squeezes your hips. “Be brave, sweetheart, it’ll all feel better soon enough,” Then he thrusts past it, breaking the seal of virginity. You shudder and twitch as the excruciating pain slowly folds into a full pleasure. “That’s it, that’s my girl,”

Your mouth tightens around Sanemi’s cock, causing him to pant wildly. “M’so close, fuck, swallow it, take it all,” You brace yourself on Sanemi’s hips, content with how his cum fills your mouth. It takes multiple gulps to get it all down, but you smack your lips with a dazed expression when you’re done regardless. 

If Sanemi weren’t afraid of fucking you too much for the first time, he would’ve bent you over after Kyojuro had his fill. If you looked at him like that again, especially after swallowing his cum, the hashira was sure to fill all of you up with his seed. 

Kyojuro’s cock rocks into you, the slapping of your thighs on his becoming your favorite sound in the world as your moans crack into whimpers. “Yeah, take it all, fuck,” Kyojuro furrows his brows, his nails digging into your hips. “Take it all, gonna fill you up,” He huffs, his thumbs rubbing your stomach. You pant, placing your palms against the soft muscle of Kyojuro’s upper chest. 

Sanemi’s hands reach for your exposed nipples, pinching them between his fingers. “Not so fast,” He grins, twisting them. You throw your head back, the void of your pleasure filling exceptionally fast. “Leave some room for me, Kyojuro,” He starts “Whad’ya say we both fill ‘er up and see who gets her pregnant first?” Sanemi’s other hand slips down your side, spanning over your stomach. 

“Fine by me. That’s okay with you too isn’t it?” His eyes meet yours, and you limply nod, pressing your hands onto both Sanemi’s and Kyojuro’s. “Good,” Kyojuro huffs, his thrusts growing sloppy, the slick sound only edging him closer to his release. The coil wound tightly in your stomach cracks, a screaming moan falling from your lips as you cum hard. Your pussy clenches Kyojuro’s cock as you rock against your climax. It’s a wonderfully fuzzy feeling that spins you into a frenzy as your walls flutter around him. “Fuck you feel amazing. You did amazing,” The wind hashira keeps you still as Kyojuro fucks into you, the shivering pressure of overstimulation nearly sending you over the edge again. “M’ready, shit,” Your head falls as the flame hashira spills into you, a warm fullness coating your insides. 

Sanemi kisses your temple, a soft, warm feeling. Kyojuro loosens his grip on your hips, the indent of his nails leaving crescent shapes. “So did I pass?” Your voice is hoarse when you speak, but it gathers the attention of both males. Kyojuro glances at Sanemi, then shakes his head. Your brows furrow.

“Not…yet,” Sanemi leans onto your shoulder, his cheeks flushing pink. 

Kyojuro chuckles, sitting up to kiss the valley between your breasts. “We’ll just keep going at it until one of us gets you pregnant. Right, Shinazugawa?”

“Right.”

Well fuck.

Hannya Mist | Giyu Tomioka x demon fem!reader

Warnings: aphrodisiac (kind of?), touching, boobs, Giyu's first time seeing boobs (#I'm so proud of him), fight for control, first blow job, mentions of sexual fantasies, and mortal enemies kind of sexy for each other heheheh word count: 2.1k a/n: Giyu... my baby. Virgin just fits you so perfectly, but when you learn you LEARN.

Fireflies float through the air, the footprints left behind by the water hashira marking a path of determination. The evening air is muggy, nearly oppressive as Giyu comes across a strange hut. It’s a small building, barely bigger than a room at the water pillar’s manor. His aqua gaze searches for evidence of a nearby village. It was off to have a hut in such a dangerous part of the woods. Did anyone even live in it? If it were abandoned, he could rest up under its roof for the night.

As if answering his inquiry a light flicks on, illuminating the silhouette of a woman in the window. The mountains swallow the rest of the sunlight, a dim stillness settling in the clearing where Giyu stands stagnant. The water pillar is unaware of the mist swallowing him up. A deep purple fog coats the surrounding area, the tendrils from the mist seemingly beckoning him toward the hut. 

Come closer it almost whispers and against what better judgment he could form through the thick fog – coating his throat and sense of smell – he takes a heavy step forward. His heart is racing despite the calm breeze that rustles the leaves above his head. Dusk painted the sky an array of orange and pink. 

It was like he was on the brink of suffocating. What was with this air anyway? Had it always been this stifling? Giyu sucks in a steady breath, the purple mist filling his lungs. He feels a tingle in his lower abdomen and his brows furrow as it burns hot, making him take pause in his advance toward the hut. 

His limbs feel shaky as he brings a hand to his forehead. His other hand grips the hilt of his sword as if that would stop him from sinking to his knees. The slick magma grows, tying his muscles in a buzzing feeling that nearly makes him want to rip it out. He’s panting, the hand that was on his forehead dropping to his mouth as he bites down on a finger. 

Giyu Tomioka, the stoic and quiet water hashira, was unnervingly horny. He could feel himself grow stiff in his breeches. His throat bobs as he shakily shifts his legs apart to allow more room for his swelling cock. He’d never experienced such an overwhelming sense before, only hearing about it from the other hashira. Sex never interested him, it was a distraction from the ultimate goal of destroying all demons – but as his eyes flutter shut, all Giyu wants to do is find a wet warm cunt to plunge his aching cock into. 

Night has captured the clearing, dusting the ground with moonlight. With the way he felt now, it wouldn’t be safe for him to enter the hut. Not with a woman supposedly alone inside. This damn fog was making him crazy, but the damned door swings open, revealing you.

His hand releases the hilt of his blade.

You are in a blush pink yukata, hands folded in front of you, and a hannya mask covering your face. Your hair flutters around the mask, your head cocking to the right as you peer through the small eye holes at the encumbered water hashira. Beneath your lips pull tight into a smirk. 

Giyu had a string of thoughts enter his head, one specifically that he would surely spend the rest of his life wondering about. What did you look like under that mask? A mask crafted to take on the appearance of a female demon consumed by jealousy. Your mask is made out of wood, the bark left jagged and dangerous. Two pointed horns sprouted from the sides, weaving into your own hair. The brows are drawn together in protruding masses. Sharp teeth decorate the open mouth that’s under a large nose. 

The water pillar takes a tentative step forward, your presence calling him into your den. “Excuse me, miss, I don’t mean to intrude, but I’ve had a long journey.” He pauses, his head spinning with obvious reasons as to why he should not enter your hut. 

You step to the side, though, slowly righting your head. “You need a place to rest. To be safe from demons.” The mask muffles your voice, but Giyu revels in the way its melodic tone enters his ears.

Just for a little bit, he promises himself. The water hashira enters through the threshold of the hut. Inside is a raised wooden platform with a mat pushed into the corner – folded bedding placed on top neatly. Beside the mat is a small table with a candle and tray of steamed rice, vegetables, pork, and a cup of piping hot tea. A cushion rests directly in front of the table, a rug underneath that. In the middle of the dirt area is a cooking pot – storage closets lining the wall and a flickering orange lantern that lights up the whole room on a bench. 

His eyes flick to how you stand by the door – he only assumes you’re still watching him by the way the mask faces his general direction. “Have I interrupted your dinner?” His voice is soft and playful. 

You shake your head gently so as not to disturb the placement of your mask, then step toward him. “Dinner has just begun.” You reply, gesturing to the steaming food with your head. “Please, eat.” 

The ravenette’s mind is fuzzy as he sets his nichirin sword against the far wall. Then, slipping out of his zori, he steps onto the wooden platform. He’s surprised by how comfortable the cushion is under his knees. The food looks delicious, but he stiffens when you come to kneel next to him. Your body was mostly hidden by the yukata, but the hashira imagines how exactly he would lavish you – if he knew how. 

He’s stricken with shame – for having such thoughts with you next to him and for his lack of knowledge about sexual experiences. He was disciplined in how the body functioned, training for years on how to perfect muscle density and stances. He clears his thoughts of the wicked images, picking up the chopsticks that are next to the bowl of rice. “Thank you for the food,” He takes a mouthful of rice, humming in satisfaction at the warm consistency. Giyu peers at you while chewing away on the food. “If you do not mind me asking, why do you wear such a mask?” He was genuinely curious, but then again, he was curious why you had to be clothed as well. 

You tilt your head. “To hide my identity. Safety.” You answer and as Giyu swallows another mouthful of rice he feels that sickening feeling return. This time it feels like it’s coursing through his very bloodstream. He sets the chopsticks down and you lean forward, raising your hand to pull your mask down. “Are you okay my Lord? That is what they call you right?” Vibrant eyes narrow at him and fangs accompany the twisted smile on your face. 

Giyu is panting, clutching his throat as it burns with sensations foreign to him. “D-demon,” He begins, lips curling in disgust. “What did you,” He hacks up spit and winces at the fire in his esophagus. “Do to me?” 

Your lips curl in a smirk, crawling closer to him. Giyu can’t move back as you slither toward him, placing your clawed hand on his thigh. “Mmm, well I’m not the one lusting after a stranger.” You tip your head to the side curiously as you graze the indent of his bulge. The ravenette hisses at the way he shifts into your touch. This earns a delighted laugh from you. “I am a demon, the thing you promise to eradicate from this plane of existence, yet you yearn for my touch. It’s…adorable.” Your fingers press firmly into his erection now, Giyu’s eyes squeezing shut. 

His body feels like it’s being electrified as you trace the imprint of his cock. “You-You did this to me,” he grunts out. The fog must’ve had some sort of aphrodisiac in it. He’s full of rage and disgust, but also lust. 

You giggle, meeting his heated gaze – the blue in his eyes darkening to almost black. “Yeah? Doesn’t look like you want me to stop,” Your fingers reach for the hem of his breeches. “You smell like you’re on the verge of cumming. Are you pure?” Giyu’s heart thumps wildly in his ribcage as you drag your nose up his neck, your tongue darting out to taste the line of his jaw. You return to his line of sight with a wide grin. 

The water hashira’s cheeks warm with the acknowledgment. “Please, help me.” You almost want to take pity on the whimpering man in front of you, but who’s to say once your mist fades away that he won’t drive that pretty katana through your heart? He was… exceptionally fit and had withheld this much torture. 

You start to peel off your yukata, edging the sleeves down your shoulders. “If you don’t satisfy me, I’ll kill you.” Giyu’s skin itches to be warmed by yours as the yukata billows to the floor. He’s never seen a demon become shy, but that could be a result of him gawking at your large breasts. The way they rest on your chest brings his gaze down to your navel, then dips to your thighs that press together. 

After a beat of him staring, you grab his hand and place it on your chest. His brows furrow as the skin molds around his thick fingers. Your own brows knit together as a stained moan escapes your lips. “Barely started and you’re already a mess,” Giyu quips, growing more comfortable with the way your nipple brushes against his palm as he squishes your breast. 

You huff, positioning yourself closer. “It’s just been a while.” The hashira tuts as his fingers find your nipple, rolling it between the pads of his thumb and pointer finger. You throw your head back and groan. “Fuck,” 

He was growing confident and he hadn’t even gotten to the finale yet. You reach out to stroke his thigh, a smirk twitching on your lips. His ministrations halt, moving his arms out of the way so you’ll have more room. Your ears pound as you gaze upon the sheer size of his cock and some of it was hidden underneath the cloth of his breeches. He gets up on his knees, working them off his hips. Hard pelvis lines lead to the star of the show – the untouched cock of the formidable water hashira. It is fucking beautiful. A pale pink head that’s leaking precum and a hungry look in his eyes. 

Though the very thought of having a demon’s mouth around his cock should seem like a very bad idea, Giyu runs his hand through your hair, fisting around it. “You’re gonna wrap that pretty mouth of yours around my cock. Got that, demon whore?” 

To you, that should sound like a threat. You should kill this hashira and reap the rewards, but you allow him to push your head down to his stiff length. For someone who was supposedly pure, he acted like he’d done this before. 

The moment your hand wraps around him, his eyes roll back in his head. It’s glorious, the feeling of your palm against his length, pumping up and down. He goes wild when you graze the slit of his tip, rubbing the pre along his cock. Without warning you dip your mouth onto his tip, using the flat of your tongue to swipe at the vein running up the underside. He groans, shoving your head further down. 

Hearing you sputter and choke on his cock is damn near hell sent. Spit drips from your mouth and warmth radiates from you trying to breathe. He’s hitting the back of your throat, your fangs dragging along the side of length. Giyu shivers, the feeling painfully pleasurable mixed into a bowl of fucking salvation. 

“M’so close,” There’s a fire located in the pit of his abdomen and maybe this is where demons are born – in this hell of angelic desire flooding to one place. That one place happens to be your mouth as Giyu jerks his hips up into your mouth, cumming hard. Spittle and his creamy mess mix as he pulls your mouth off him. 

Of course, you lick your lips and swallow what you can with a swollen smirk, but that falters when you realize he’s orgasmed. The one thing to break your mist is to feed into the desire. That would mean Giyu is clear of mind and probably going to cut your head from your-

His hand wraps around your throat, shoving you to the ground. He hovers over your naked body, panting crazily. “My tricks seem to have run dry,” You garble out. 

Giyu clicks his tongue, gazing down at your plush skin, regarding the view. “Ah, but I’m not finished yet, demon.” 

Demon Slayer Masterlist

❁ = NSFW MDNI

First Kisses with the Hashira

Ideal Weddings with the Hashira

❁Lessons of Lust | Sanemi Shinazugawa and Kyojuro Rengoku x fem!reader

Reader becomes a demon during battle (request)

❁Hot and Tasty | Kyojuro Rengoku

Temptress | Kyojuro Rengoku

Topaz and Garnet Teaser | Prince Kyojuro

❁I See All | Kyojuro Rengoku

Pact | Kyojuro Rengoku

❁ “Just Friends” Full Fic | Kyojuro Rengoku

❁Sub!Kyojuro x fem!reader

❁ReHEARsal | Sanemi Shinazugawa

❁Camp Maple | Sanemi Shinazugawa

Behind me | Gyomei Himejima

Under the Goddess’ Veil Teaser {reworking}

❁Mister Moonlight | Giyu Tomioka

❁Get some ACTION | Giyuu Tomioka’s version

❁Hannya Mist | Giyu Tomioka x demon fem!reader

❁Moonlit Monsters | Muzan x FEM!reader

❁Half Blood | Muzan Kibutsuji x fem!reader

❁Off the Record | Muzan Kibutsuji x fem!reader

❁Fluttering Fluster | Demon Akaza

❁A Secret Technique | Mitsuri Kanroji

❁The Best Friend Bet | Mitsuri and Obanai x Reader

Love Bite | Chapter One

Get Some ACTION | Giyuu Tomioka's Version NSFW

Warnings: Fluff in the first half, kissing, NSFW (around the end) MDNI (if you do, shut your eyes at the end pookies), switch Giyuu, YN is his pookie, man is whipped he loves his girlfriend so much, oral male!receiving, mentions of vaginal sex, loving relationship (am I jealous of a fake relationship that I wrote...?...yes)

Word count: 1.9k

a/n: Thank you @yaygerist for suggesting Giyuu!! My thought process was Giyuu and YN are in a shonen-type show together and fall in love during the making of it. That's what I tried to show in the banner, kind of a storyboard of what would happen in the show as the episodes progressed. I felt bad for picking on Giyuu in "Just Friends" so he's got some more fics coming in the future!

“Okay and action!”

Giyuu’s wonderfully long hair is short and he’s in a school uniform. He’s holding a dark blue umbrella as someone above makes it rain. His eyes are narrowed as he peers curiously at you from under the brim of the umbrella. A light green and white plaid tie is wrapped around his neck, hidden mostly by the collar of his white shirt. He wears a pair of tan pants, which his shirt is not tucked into. Blue shoes are at the end of each pant leg, he looks young, casual, and aloof.

You were in a similar outfit. Your white button-up was tucked into a tan pleated skirt, the same tie on your chest, knee-high white socks, and a pair of black loafers. You had just put your uwabaki into their cubby, walking outside – headed home – when it started to rain. 

Droplets run down strands of your hair, a lopsided smile taking the place of your earlier surprise. Cherry blossoms mix with the light pitter of rain. Giyuu studies you, mouth slightly parted as you turn your head up to the sky, letting rain kiss your skin. Before he could offer you his umbrella the rain silenced and the sparkling light of a spring rainbow glistened on your damp cheeks. That was the moment Giyuu Tomioka witnessed something magnificent and he was never the same after. 

Months pass, August and cicadas arrive. Giyuu still watches you from afar, trying to work up the courage to wander over to your desk and chat. Every time he’d think about approaching you his heart would try to beat out of his damned chest and his cheeks would rush with such a red color his friends thought he was coming down with an illness, so he kept his distance. Your seat was next to the window and the sun seemed to love you almost as much as he did. 

It was late August, the sun was setting, and Giyuu had stayed after for soccer practice. As he was leaving his teammates he notices you sitting near the flowerbeds. You fit in perfectly amongst them, blossoming in the warm rays of the sun. He swallows nervously, pushing down his anxiety. Then – after a few beats of physching himself up to it – he walks up to you. “H-hey,” His words stumble out like lost footing and he cringes internally. Way to go Tomioka, she’ll think you’re a dork. 

Your smile turns to him and it takes all of his concentration to not spit out his heart onto your lap. “You’re still at school Tomioka?” You giggle, noticing his blue tracksuit and sweaty appearance. He must’ve just gotten done with soccer practice. The school gardens were the perfect place to watch over the field. You hum proudly to yourself.

Tomioka sits down next to you, plopping his bag on the dirt. He leans back exhaling loudly. “Sure am, coach was pretty harsh on drills.” He scratches the back of his head with a boyish grin. “Not that I couldn’t handle it or anything.” He mutters, shying away from your gaze. 

This time you cover your mouth as a snorting giggle careens from you. Giyuu’s brows raise in astonishment. “Sorry, sorry sorry,” You wave your other hand, still giggling. “It’s just that, you looked so cool playing I-” You realize all at once that you’ve said too much. Giyuu’s eyes sparkle with the sun and you can feel your face start to heat up. 

He peers over at the soccer field – your view for most of the afternoon – then looks back to you. “You what?” He presses you to finish your sentence. 

You nervously look away from him, playing with the skin of your fingers. “I-well-I, uhm. I didn’t have any doubt you’d be able to handle it.” You mumble, squeezing your eyes shut with the confession. Giyuu’s eyes widen, his lips parting like they did when he first really saw you. 

His heart was thrumming in his ears, he couldn’t hear much of anything else. That is, until he burst out laughing. He wrapped his arms around his stomach, doubling over from laughing so hard. Tears were starting to sting his eyes as his cheeks flushed. 

He was happy. Oh so happy. 

2 years had passed since becoming friends with Giyuu Tomioka – or something like that. Since you both were hard-working students you usually ended up in the same class, sitting together during lunch, and walking home after school. Life could not be more peaceful. You always waited up for him near the flower beds, excitedly telling him about a new show you both should watch. There were times when it would just be the two of you sitting in your room, watching a movie, and playing with Giyuu’s long hair. 

“Hey, we’ve known each other for over 2 years,” Tomioka mutters as you finish braiding his hair. He’s sitting in between your legs on the floor of your bedroom. 

You tilt your head, curious about where this conversation is headed. “Yeah? And?” You reply. Giyuu sighs, turning his deep blue eyes to you. You gulp. Why is he looking at you like that? This is so intense! 

He furrows his brows, a thin line creasing his lips. “Why dont’cha call me Giyuu?” He whines. Your brows raise and eyes widen in amazement. Has this been bothering him this whole time? How cute! 

You lean down closer to his face. His cheeks redden with how little distance there is between you two now. “You really want me to call you by your first name?” He nods eagerly. He wasn’t sure what it would do to him, but he wanted nothing more. “Okay then,” You pause, shyly glancing off to the side. “Giyuu…” 

“Cut! Good work today cast and crew! Let’s call it a wrap for today!” The director yells into his megaphone. Giyuu’s lips contort into a smirk. 

“You know, I kind of like it when you call me Giyuu, YN.” He elbows you in the leg, raising his brows. “Though, if we’re gonna be going out and all I think you should really start calling me babe.” He hums in satisfaction. You shove him away with your feet. 

He rolls over on the ground, feigning injury. “You’re so annoying.” You grumble. Giyuu pops up into a sitting position. 

“Come on babe, I brought you home to my mother, it was just a joke.” He’s pouting now, he knows pouting is your weakness. 

Star actor Giyuu Tomioka and star actress – you – have been going out since they met for their second project, on the set of Lovely Years! It had been official for about a year and Giyuu showed you off at red carpet events any time he could. He loved showering you with attention, praise, and anything he could give you. The sweet thing was, he was shy behind closed doors. When he confessed to you in the dressing rooms he couldn’t even look you in the eyes. You loved your boyfriend, but he could be so damn annoying sometimes. “You coming or not babe?” You emphasize your latter word, just to make him gleam. He shoots up and follows you back to your private dressing room. 

He’s grinning like he just won an Oscar or something. You’d teach him a lesson about being such a brat. “So did you want to go get hotpot or-” Once the door to your room is shut you push him up against it, clicking the lock shut. His eyes are wide, nervous even. “Uh,” He clears his throat, “Heheh, sweetie?” But he doesn’t get to finish his sentence because you’re passionately kissing him. Like clockwork Giyuu’s hands find their way to your ass, squeezing you into him. Your hands work their way into his hair, so glad the director decided to let him not wear the wig for the older parts of the show. He hums into your mouth, then groans as you pull his hair tightly. You break from the kiss, knowing all too well Giyuu would die happily suffocating from your mouth – among other things. “Fuck baby, give me some warning next time.” He pants, his hair is a mess and his eyes are blown out. 

You smirk, licking your lips. “Yeah?” You trail and hand down his toned abdomen, then as you reach his growing dick, you cup it. “Why don’t I use my mouth for something else, aye?” Your boyfriend is a nodding mess, helping you down to your knees. 

He furrows his brows. “Uh, wait a sec,” He steps out of his pants and pulls off his shirt, folding them into nice little cushions to put under your knees. You smile adoringly at him, giggling softly at how just seconds before he was in a daze watching you sink to your knees. The only thing that snapped him out of it was the concern he held for your wellbeing. You really were a lucky girl. 

His boxer briefs are the ones you bought him for his birthday. You tug on the hem, his cock springing forth. You glance up at him to find the shy boy you’d grown to love. His face is a deep red as he covers his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’ll never get used to that sight,” He croaks, shifting his legs apart like the good boy he was. 

You wrap your fingers around his length, opening your mouth to stick out your tongue. Giyuu’s cock was a pretty shade of pink, the tip usually leaking whenever you got down to it. He yearned for the simplest of your touch. It drove him insane most days when he wasn’t working on set with you. You swirl your tongue around the tip, enjoying the way Giyuu lets out a groaning whimper. “That’s it, baby, just like that,” He huffs. Ah, so he can still talk? That wouldn’t do. 

You bring most of him into the hallow of your mouth, bobbing your head while working your tongue against the vein that curled down the side of his shaft. He’s moaning, his thighs quivering ever so slightly. He was doing such a good job trying to hold back. “F-ch,” Giyuu’s hands grab the back of your head, shoving your mouth down on his cock. You choke on the sudden movement, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you bottom out. He’s giving in, whinging about how good your mouth feels. He could never live without you, you were too perfect. He’s face-fucking you now and God it feels amazing. 

Giyuu was a soft lover until you drove him over the edge and he switched to a very dominating role. “You’re mouth feels so perfect baby, fuck I want your pussy so bad. Mmm, I love it when you sit on my cock baby girl. Your tits bouncing in my face. You’re fucking paradise.” You yelp as he shoves himself somehow further into you. Spit is dripping down your chin and throat. Tears are stinging your eyes as Giyuu pulls you off his cock with a slick pop. 

The corners of your mouth are irritated and red, but Giyuu squats down to kiss you ferociously. “Let me cum in you baby, I want to be inside your pretty and perfect pussy.” He begs between kisses. 

You couldn’t deny that you wanted it as badly as he did. “Okay,” Is all you can get out before Giyuu scoops you off the floor and hauls you toward the large couch in the corner. 

CUT! This is the end of Get Some ACTION Giyuu’s version! Hope you enjoyed!

Feel free to suggest another character from the list!

NSFW ReHEARsal | Sanemi Shinazugawa

Word count: 774

A/n: a little thingy I just whipped together :) I don't think I've ever written for Sanemi baby all by himself, though now that I'm thinking about it I did have an idea I need to get back to for him BECAUSE LOOK AT HIS FACE!! LOOK. AT. IT. Mans could be into MLP rp and there I'd be, princess Celestia and everything... anyway 🩷 Love youuuuu

You could hear the steady melody of a piano piece as Sanemi dug his nails into the meaty flesh of your waist. “Fuck, how come you always feel so,” His eyes roll shut, a gruff moan gliding from his mouth. “Perfect.” He hisses out. You’d answer him if you had rational thought. His cock was rubbing against your entrance and the way it made your skin vibrate with hungry sensations could make someone faint and, only to think of him while unconscious. He wouldn't allow that to happen though, not right before you had to get your pretty self on stage.

It was cramped in the costume closet, but he managed to position you perfectly behind a few racks of clothes. You were frightened the stench of sex would permeate the pretty dresses forever when Sanemi dragged you back here. There was no going back now – not after he’d stripped you of your short skirt, the one you’d worn just to rile him up. It had worked, maybe a little too well considering the moment the student director had told you both to go run lines, you ended up here. Sanemi was going to run, run his tongue through your pussy.

His rough hand grabs onto your chin, guiding your face toward his. “Don’t drift off on me just yet sweetheart.” His lips tick upward in a smirk and a whimper escapes from your throat. “I want you to feel every last drop.” He hums, letting go of you with so much force your head snaps the other way. 

Sanemi pretended to be impenetrable, but if there was one thing you learned from working with him – it was that he was the most gentle person you’d ever met. His hand glides up the plush skin of your stomach, pausing to pinch at your already stiff nipples. “Always so willing for me,” He kisses your shoulder blade and you can feel the smugness of his words bouncing off your back. His hand gropes and travels up to the base of your throat. Two fingers apply pressure – the feeling is almost too much. Your nerves feel shot from the amount of teasing he’d put you through. He must sense how restless you are because his free hand dips down to your clit – using his thumb to rub lazy circles around it. A loud broken moan shoots from your lips and before you can flush at the volume his fingers squeeze harder on your throat. “S’posed to be quiet.” 

Your head falls back to his firm chest, a breathy whine vibrating out. He chuckles darkly, releasing your throat to move your head gently to the side. His mouth works against your beating pulse, sucking where there weren’t marks already from him. “Don’t want your little friends to find out that you’re fucking your co-lead, hmm?” He coos against your skin, but whatever kindness remained for your plea of secrecy was gone as he pushes two fingers into your begging pussy. “You love it when I touch you, don’t you sweetheart?” When you don’t reply he pushes in deeper, his fingers curling against your walls. Your arms shake with the force of trying not to make a sound. “So quiet now,” He hums, delighted you’ve given him the challenge. 

Your head radiates with a dull throb as you bite down on your bottom lip. “There’s a reason the director gave you the lead role, why don’t you show everyone your beautiful vocals, pretty girl?” His fingers are pumping in and out – a rushing feeling stemming from your heart. His cock wasn’t even inside of you yet, but you were already a mess underneath his touch. 

He’s smirking against your neck, obviously happy with himself for rendering you a useless bundle of limbs. “S-Sanemi,” You whine. “I can’t – hngh – take it,” A sputtering moan interrupts your speech as the tips of his fingers brush against an all too familiar spot for him. 

His lips twist into a huge grin as his lilac eyes gleam. “Found it.” He whispers. Someone was bound to hear you – after all whines and moans were careening from your mouth as you let Sanemi support you with his own body. Your knees felt weak, they were surely going to buckle from the pleasure coursing through your system. “You were sayin’ somethin’ darling?” He purrs. “Too shy to put on a show?” He chuckles, pulling his fingers from your sloppy cunt – bringing them to your lips. With unsaid command your mouth parts, allowing him to run the taste of your arousal over your tongue. “No, that doesn’t sound like you.” He smirks as you suck his fingers greedily into your mouth. “You love the spotlight and I will always shine it on you.”

Of course, if you’d heard him you might’ve thought there was more to this show-mance, but his words were covered up by the hum in your brain. You were ready to let him fuck you against the wall, but the alarm on his phone signals it's time to go back to rehearsal. 

Topaz and Garnet Teaser

Prince Kyojuro x Fem YN

“Let go of me.” You huff, pushing at his chest. Kyojuro’s eyes trail over your face, a smirk present on his lips as he watches you squirm.

“And if I don’t?” He questions quietly. You stop trying to wriggle your way out and glare at him. He was only making you believe the rumors more.

“Then I’ll scream.” You reply plainly. His smirk grows as he leans closer to the shell of your ear. His body is warm and his breath is steamy as it moistens your skin.

“I’d love to hear you scream, preferably my name.”

Cuddling With Sabito Headcannons

Word Count: 282

Genre: Fluff ☀️

Request: 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴/𝘰, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦?

This man.. let me tell you.. He’s so amazing. 

He will cuddle with you whenever you want. Day? Night? Afternoon? Dusk? All of it is a yes. 

He will make sure you feel better if you’ve had a bad day or are struggling with something in your life right now. If not, he’ll still make you feel happy or fulfilled afterwards. 

He’s down for pretty much anything, and he won’t admit it but he loves to be the little spoon. He feels safe in your arms and absolutely adores you. 

He’s also a huge tease, so don’t expect to walk out of this once you’ve dug your own grave. 

WILL whisper in your ear because he knows you love his voice. 

Kisses planted on your neck and jawline. He loves evoking a reaction out of you, thinks it’s the cutest shit ever.

Oh also, did I mention how he secretly worships you? Well, he does. 

He’ll never admit to much of it though cause he’s got a thing about showing lots of weakness.. But he loves you for you. 

Makes sure to show extra attention to the things you say you hate about yourself to prove to you that HE loves them. 

Him being him would say things like:

“You’re so beautiful/gorgeous/handsome, and you’re all mine.” 

“I should be training right now, but I suppose I can make time for you.”

“For every hour we’re laying here, is a three round battle against me, you know.” 

“You’re the only one I’ll ever let see me like this.” 

“You belong in my arms at this point.. So perfect for me.” 

So... yeah.. Overall, you’ll definitely enjoy yourself, and he will too!

Hope you enjoyed! This was my first time taking a request on this platform and writing headcannons, so hopefully it was to your satisfaction!

© Aruchemihq - 2022

STOP THIS FEELS LIKE HOW GIYUU WOULD ACT IF HE WOULD BE INLOVE (with me only🤗). HOW HE WOULD SMILE SECRETLY. PLS SOMEONE, SEND AN ASK TO MY INBOX ABT GIYUU, I MISS WRITING FOR HIM

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ! ᝰ 𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀

ᯓ☆ 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 : no bc i am making this man a pathetic simp for you idc. im writing these with myself in mind so yk, i have to pour out my feelings. and also i need to get all this giyuu writing off my chest, its actually a problem the fixation i have on this man but no fics tickle my brain just right so i have to write them myself

btw thank you so much for all the love and support on my last two posts. literally you all are so incredibly sweet !! ♡♡ i just graduated college so i might have a bit more time to write but no promises!

! 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ¡ : none. giyuu might be a little ooc. and most, if not all of my readers will be referenced from the modern era because i really enjoy that concept. i rewrote this a few times so pls be nice 🤧

Giyuu actually doesn’t know how this occurred. No, actually that was a lie. He knew how this happened, but didn’t at the same time. And honestly speaking, the man does not care at all. You were so nice and sweet to Giyuu it made his head spin. Like it makes him ill in the best way imaginable. He doesn’t understand why you want to be around him so much, why you want to be his friend – not that he minds – but he just can’t get past his own indiscretions about himself. That was until you told him to his face.

You tell him that you thought he was cute – I'm sorry? – and you liked how calm he was – really? His brain can’t compute anything that you say. He doesn’t know if you need any medical assistance or he’s just dreaming. But it makes you laugh. The cute, dumb look on his face as he stands there, gaping at you like a fish.

It wasn’t like it was new information. You did enjoy his company the most. He was very quiet and by no means were you either, but you have this habit of matching the energy of people you were with. So, it was almost relaxing and refreshing spending time with Giyuu. Though Giyuu is silent most of the time, he does in fact talk. At first it's about a mission he was on recently, if and most likely when he gets more comfortable with you, he’s talking a little more in depth about random things that are on his brain. It's endearing really. Or sometimes he’s just talking about things that he thinks you might like to know, random facts, and so on.

But sometimes you do the talking and he likes that too. You could talk for hours and he could listen to every word you have to say. He would soak it up like a sponge as you focus your eyes on the crochet hooks weaving in front of you. Your voice is quiet and nice, soft and warm sounding.

This typically happens when you visit his estate. And you visit his estate a lot. Maybe Giyuu was a little disappointed that you weren’t staying with him, but he knows that he shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds. He’s lucky enough to see you this much, as much as he's lucky to see you at all. He can’t be too mad though. Mitsuri has jumped you the first moment she got when the Master had brought up your living arrangements. You had nowhere to go. And honestly, Giyuu may have been a little relieved that Mitsuri of all people had gotten to you first.

He really wouldn’t have minded if it had been Rengoku or Gyomei. For obvious reasons, Rengoku would be happy to have him stopped by and probably Gyomei too, because it seems like they don’t have a bone to pick with him. Honestly speaking, he wouldn’t have minded Muichiro either, though the boy would have probably forgotten your existence within the day. But any of the others, the thought made his skin crawl for plenty of reasons. Maybe it was because it would have become a hassle, or he would be harassed every time he went to visit you. Yes, it does seem on par with him that might just avoid you so you don’t get verbally assaulted like he does if you were to associate with him. But he was a lonely, pathetic man who was enamored with you at first glance the minute you showed up out of nowhere and he couldn’t help but thank the heavens that the stars had aligned so nicely for him – even if he felt he didn’t deserve it.

His only issue with the arrangement was Obanai. The man had almost butchered him on numerous occasions just for showing up to the Love estate. Even if he wasn’t there for Mitsuri, the Serpent Hashira didn’t seem to care. Maybe it was funny the first few times – it actually wasn’t – but you really couldn’t keep your mouth shut anymore. Obanai was wearing you thin with his commentary. Everytime Giyuu was around, it was like the others just couldn’t help themselves by making a comment insulting the man. Maybe it was because you didn’t want to disrespect a Hashira, especially if four of them were in the room with you, but Giyuu was here to see you, and it was almost like insulting Giyuu was an insult to you for wanting to spend time with him.

Mitsuri was okay with Giyuu coming to visit you, she actually encouraged it. So watching Mitsuri stand behind you while you gave Iguro a piece of your mind was something Giyuu didn’t know he needed to see until then. And maybe he did allow himself to feel a little selfish and smile mentally. He still remembers how Iguro had this look of disdain on his face, simultaneously looking like a scolded child and embarrassed because this was happening in front of Mitsuri.

Giyuu wondered if you caught the look that Obanai and Kaburamaru were giving you – if looks could kill and all that – but that was stupid. You most certainly did and just didn’t care enough. And Giyuu also wonders just what kind of sorcery you have, because he did hear you mention Sanemi by name at some point and now he's not bothering him as much, especially when you are around.

It wasn’t like he could do anything about it, not like he had ever done anything about it in the past. He never really had the heart to correct anyone in their assumptions of him, he never really thought he had to. Though, that mainly was because he thought he deserved such mistreatment. Regardless, it didn’t matter how he felt about it and himself. If you enjoyed his company that much to defend him, he was going to provide as much of it as you wanted. But there was something about it that made his heart swell a little bit bigger and flooded him with enough warmth that you could have mistaken it as him having a fever.

Now here the two of you were, sitting outside the Water Estate. You both had taken your places by the koi pond Giyuu has. It's so calm and cool. The soft moving of water could be heard every time the wind blew just enough, as well as the sharp sound of water splashing because some fish got too close to the surface.

Giyuu isn’t losing himself as he stares at the pond, watching the fish move around. He finds himself mesmerized though, as you talk. It’s nice, as usual. He likes how you talk and the way you talk. He could listen to you for hours and never get tired of hearing you. And he knows that if he glances at you now, even briefly, he wouldn’t be able to look away. You just look so… wonderful. It makes him dizzy. But he has such a weak will to do so, and now he's staring at you. Eyes soft and relaxed. He has never felt so content.

Giyuu doesn’t know if he realizes what kind of situation he is in. Or maybe he does. Maybe he’s finally realizing just how much of an effect you have on him. He likes you. He likes you beyond anything in the world. He loves you and everything about you.

You don't notice him staring. You’re too busy weaving the crochet hook in and out of your craft. You make it look so effortless. So enjoyable. And you seem so happy crocheting away as you speak. The way you talk and do it at the same time, you're so smart. You have to be. And Giyuu can’t help but hope you don’t look up. You’re as mesmerized with your work as he is with you. He would die though, if you caught him. The thought makes him sweat almost, being so close to you like this. His hands are clammy, and he's never been this nervous.

Yeah, he definitely has it bad for you. And for the first time in a while, even despite his nerves, he found the corners of his lips curling upwards, in a soft and timid smile. He averts his eyes, almost to gather his bearings, but that isn't enough. The subtle flush creeping onto his cheeks betrayed him. But he couldn’t be more delighted.

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Can Love Wait?

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Tanjiro Kamado x Reader (F!Reader / DemonSlayer!Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Pining

Warnings: None idk maybe light swearing?

Word Count: 5k

Summary: After confessing to Tanjiro suddenly during what you thought would be your last battle, it's now been a while in recovery without saying anything about it. The two of you finally address it tonight.

A/N: This is my first anime fic on this blog, but there will be many more to come! (I have a second account where I write fanfiction for... other fandoms) I just binged all of Demon Slayer this weekend because I've been sick with mono and quickly typed this up in my feverish daze. I just wanted some Tanjiro love and appreciation, so this is very mushy :') Also I've only seen the anime, just incase there's anything different about this from the manga? Prob not, but just in case! Also also, "(W/Y/N)" stands for "wrong your name" since Inosuke doesn't get names right lmao. Anyways, hope you enjoy! ♥

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You look out over the yard in the butterfly estate. The moon is a waning crescent and bright in the dark blue sky, stars shimmering and seeming to dance. They light up the night, giving everything in front of you a beautiful glow. There’s a light breeze that blows though your hair, your clothes, it caresses you gently and sweeps away. Your eyes close as you take in the sounds, and the smells around you. You’re in a meditative state, coming to focus on everything around you as if you were connected to the floor, the ground, the grass and dirt. You are one with your surroundings now. You can feel everything. The grass swaying, the little girls walking down the halls, the plop in the small pond as a frog jumps in. Every vibration around you is lucid in your minds eye. You can see it clearly, through closed eyelids.

A technique taught to you long ago by your father. It comes in handy during battle for many reasons and varying situations, but sometimes you use it just to take in the beauty of the life around you. Not everyone gets the pleasure to do so. There’s a smile painted onto your face subconsciously. It’s just so lovely. Tonight is definitely perfect.

You control your breathing and focus on your current roommates. Zenitsu and Inosuke are in the infirmary, and the vibration is quite bothersome, so you can tell they’re yelling about something. Tanjiro… he’s with them as well, but he’s silent. His presence alone is often very calming and warm. You can feel it start to move out of the room, and the footsteps get closer and closer to your location. You wonder if he’s looking for you, and you secretly hope so.

You take in one last breath of serene meditation, as you feel him only a few feet away from the sliding door behind you. When you hear it open gently, you don’t hesitate to greet him.

“Hello, Tanjiro.” You don’t even need to look at him, remaining still with eyes closed.

“(Y/n)! There you are! I was looking for you.”

“Looking for me?”

“Yes! I… I was just… wondering if we could talk?” He pushes out, and you can tell he’s a bit nervous. You smile subconsciously again, despite knowing exactly what this talk will be about.

You nod and tap the spot next to you, overlooking the garden, still not looking in his direction. He nods back regardless and closes the door behind him, walking over to sit exactly where you suggested.

Your eyes are still closed, mouth still upturned, and he gazes at you. The wind is blowing your hair softly and the moon is lighting up your skin in the night. You looked… beautiful. Your features looked more gentle and soft than he’d ever noticed before. It makes him blush slightly. It carries on like this in silence for a little too long, so you open your eyes to look over at him. Even when you see him staring, he doesn’t shy away, just smiles back at you.

“Is this about what I said the other night, during the fight?” You ask bluntly, tearing the silence between you.

“Huh?… Oh! …Yes…” He looks down at his hands, finally shying away a bit. He’s hoping you’re not noticing the tint on his cheeks, that maybe it was dark enough to hide it. But it isn’t, and you do notice. You think it’s adorable, but you’re a bit biased.

“I was just wondering… if what you said back then… if you really—“

“I really meant it.”

He whips his head back around at you, eyes a little wider, cheeks still flustered.

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Tanjiro. I meant every word.” You keep eye contact, struggling a bit to hold back your own flustered emotions. “I really do love you.”

At hearing these words again aimed towards him, the rose tint only gets darker, and something pulls at his heart. He doesn’t know what to say, just like back then. He curses himself for being so silent, but he can’t bring himself to say anything. This was just new to him. He never really even considered romance, too busy with his training and his self-forged destiny. You don’t look upset though, your eyes are gentle and caring. Understanding. They’d always been that way.

Several nights ago during your battle in the woods, right before what you thought would be your final moments, you spilled to Tanjiro how you really felt. You said you loved him, and that you always loved him, and how he had inspired you, lit something ablaze within you. It was unlike anything you’d felt, and it was unlike anything Tanjiro’s ever been told. The two of you cried, and he promised he’d protect you, which he did in the end, but he never said anything about your confession. You assumed this was because there was nothing to say, and you were accepting of it. There was no way you could be mad about it, and you were glad it was finally off your chest after traveling with the bunch for a while. You didn’t think he’d ever bring it up again, but…

“You don’t have to return my feelings, or even accept them. I know you’re extremely busy.” You finally break the eye contact, choosing to gaze back at the moon once more. But his eyes stay glued onto you. “It’s part of why I admire you so much. You work so hard for what you want, and your ambitions are so noble and inspiring. I could never ask you to return these feelings. It’d only get in your way. I always knew that.”

“(Y/n)…” His face melts into an expression of sympathy. He wants to disagree, but how could he? Even after thinking about it, he was still so unsure about his feelings. Maybe you were right. Perhaps his goals are too big for any interest in anything else. Still, it made him sad for some reason. It couldn’t just be pity, he knew that much.

“Tanjiro… you’re such a beautiful soul. I see the effect you have on people.” You stay gazing at the sky, smiling fondly, and he continues to listen intently. “It’s incredible. It’s not just me, but I’d be willing to bet you change the lives of just about anyone you run into in some way. You have to be quite special to do that, you know? The way you see things, the respect and kindness you have for everyone, even demons. It’s…”

As you trail off, you gaze back over at him shyly.

“Well… the point is I just really love and admire everything about you. I don’t want to overwhelm you, but please don’t think I’d ever lie about such a thing.”

“Of course not! I believe you!” Tanjiro is quick to respond, shaking his hands and head simultaneously. “I could tell you meant it when you said it, I just… didn’t know how else to bring it up naturally.” Now he’s chuckling a little, rubbing the back of his head.

His response makes you chuckle with him. What a silly reason.

After a cute moment of giggling together, it quiets down and you both naturally turn to look at the garden again.

“Sorry if I made our relationship awkward now. I only told you because I thought I was gonna die that night.” You say calmly.

“I’d never let that happen.”

You giggle again. “I know, I know! I'll remember that for next time, I guess.”

“It’s alright, it’s not awkward, trust me. I’m glad you were so honest with me. It was really heartwarming, everything you said.”

Your heart tugs in your chest, and your constant smile bends down slightly. You wouldn’t say it, but this was extremely embarrassing for you. You wanted to act like it didn’t bother you, but of course it did. You wish he could say something, anything, about how he felt towards you, but he’d only acknowledge what you said by describing what it meant to him. These nights, you’d actually try to avoid him, so if anything you were the one making it awkward. You figured it was time you talked, but it still wasn’t helping much apparently.

“Right… I’m happy I could do that for you.”

Tanjiro glances over at you without moving his head. He can smell that you’re not being genuine, but honestly it wouldn’t be hard to tell just from your demeanor. He suddenly feels like maybe he said something wrong. “Are you alright?”

“Hm?” You look over at him once more. “Yes, why?”

He can tell you’re lying. “You’re not happy. What’s going on? Was it something I said? I’m sorry—“

“No, no! It’s not what you said.” You stare at him after cutting him off. It’s an intense eye contact as he awaits your reason, and you try to think of one. But your mind is coming up blank.

'Oh, what the hell? Just ask.' You think.

It takes a lot for you to ask him this next, and you have to look at the ground below where your feet hang off the edge. “Tanjiro… Could you tell me… How you feel about me?”

It stays quiet for longer than you expect after you ask, and Tanjiro is flustered in thought trying to answer.

“It doesn’t have to be in a romantic way… I just-“

“I think I admire you in the same way you admire me.” Your eyes widen at the first part of his response. “You’re so strong and compassionate, kind, understanding. You make me feel comfortable, like I can tell you anything, and I always know I can count on you. It makes me forever grateful that I got to meet you... You’re amazing!”

You’re completely shocked at this, since it's not quite often you get complimented like that. You almost feel like crying, but you hold back since that would only make you more embarrassed. You turn and meet his gaze again to see his warm smile. He was being completely honest, speaking from the heart. Of course, it’s Tanjiro, what else would he do?

Although still not the exact answer you dreamt of, it still makes you happy and manages to put your mind at ease. You return the smile.

“Thank you.”

“Of course! Thank you for sharing your feelings as well.”

His sentence puzzles you a little, since it implies that his confession had the same weight as yours. Or maybe you’re reading into it?

“So… Was that a confession? Or do you think of me in a platonic way?” You immediately regret saying this when you see his eyes widen a little, and you remember what you said earlier about not wanting to bother him with this.

“NEVERMIND!!!” You throw your hands in front of your face, blocking his reaction, which only surprises him more. “That was a dumb question! It’s platonic, of course. Romance would get in your way, we already said that! Sorry! Forget I asked!”

Meanwhile, the question sparks something again in Tanjiro. Was it a confession? Ever since you had confessed to him that night, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Every night he'd lie awake, thinking about many things, but it'd always end with you. He'd start thinking about you, what you said, questions of how he felt, and then choose to sleep before he could settle on an answer. It's true that whenever he saw you he'd get a little nervous, his heart would jump in his chest a bit and need to settle down, but that was normal right? He just looked up to you as a friend and as a fellow demon slayer! You had amazing skills, impressive breathing technique, strong fighting stances, confident demeanor, caring and loving personality, pretty eyes, a laugh that sounded like angels- Okay maybe it was more than platonic. ...But how could he know for sure?

It’s silent for a moment, as you both stay frozen in position. You get more nervous with every second that passes by, overthinking about how much of a fool you must be acting right now.

“I never said that, though.” His voice cuts through the silence.

Your eyes widen again in surprise at his words, and your hands slowly lower to reveal his face again. He’s looking pretty serious, like he’s thought something through now. It’s different from before.

“You… Wh… What do you mean?”

It lays quiet again. Then, he subtly takes one of your hands in both of his.

“(Y/n)… You want to know how I feel about you romantically, right?”

You’re suddenly blushing like crazy at the intimate touch and question combo. He's never been so blunt with you, so you're caught off guard. You’re choked up for a second before you can actually answer.

“Y..yes!” You finally get the courage to look him directly in the eyes, where he stares back at you, equally determined. “Only if you want to!”

“Right! Well…” He seems to hold blank for a while, and you both continue to stare at each other. Tanjiro looks like he’s building up the courage to spill any second now, and you stare back at him with wide awaiting eyes. They’re soft and hopeful, but eager. Your hand still takes refuge in both Tanjiros. Despite them being rough and calloused, they feel at home there, you hardly notice.

And then finally, “Well!… If I’m being honest I think… I think I might have romantic feelings for you!” Your heart almost jumps all the way out of your chest as soon as you hear this, but you try to keep your facial expression the same like it doesn’t faze you. You can’t hide your smile though. “Because when I see you, I get really happy, and nervous! And I always admire your strength and kindness the same way you do mine! I worry about you like crazy when we split up on missions… And… and…“ He closes his eyes, as if preparing to let something out. “AND YOU’RE THE PRETTIEST GIRL IVE EVER MET!!”

Now the blush on his cheeks just about matches yours. You’ve brought your free hand to cover your mouth in shock. You can’t believe this is really happening. How is this happening??

His eyes are still squeezed shut well after it had been said and a silence stays between you two. You can’t help it, it makes you break out into a giggle. He just looked so serious.

This of course makes him immediately look up, confused. “W-what?”

“Nothing! Nothing! You’re just cute!”

His blush somehow gets even darker, and he smiles again. Once you stop giggling, you two connect eye contact again.

“If you felt that way… why didn’t you say anything during the battle? Or sooner after?”

“Well… I wasn’t totally sure about my feelings. Honestly I think I just realized them now. But I hadn’t bothered to think about it before...” He looks lost in thought for a moment. “I could’ve thought about it when you told me in battle, but… it would’ve felt like a goodbye. If that makes sense? I definitely wasn’t going to let things end there.”

Your gaze softens at hearing this, and your mind is put at ease once again. You look down to where your hand is still being held by just one of his hands now, and you squeeze his gently. “So… What do you want to do now?”

It’s silent again, but for much longer than before this time. You glance at him a few times, but he looks extremely deep in thought as he stares out, brows a bit furrowed. Then, eventually, his face falls a bit into a sad expression.

“I’m sorry…” he finally speaks.

“For what…?”

“It’s just that… even though I’m pretty sure of my feelings for you… this is all still new to me. And what you said before, about it getting in my way…”

You brace yourself, because you’re pretty sure you know where this is going next. You knew it.

“It’s true… I have to turn Nezuko back into a human. I have to defeat Muzan. I can't let anything slow me down—“

“I understand.” You cut in.

“It’s not that I think you would get in my way! I just—“

“Tanjiro. It’s okay. I understand, trust me.” Your words make him look over at you, apologetic. “I want you to reach your goal! I don’t want relationship things to get in your way. Id never forgive myself if I was the reason you got held back…”

“But (Y/n)…”

“I’m your biggest fan! I’ll always be here to cheer you on, so don’t worry about it. Okay?” You give him that warm smile again, the one that he swears raises his body heat just from one look. “Plus, everything you said before is good enough for me. That made my whole year! You’re the sweetest, you know that?”

He can’t even smell any sadness or anger from you at all, you were being genuine. You were happy, and understanding, through and through. This makes him mirror your smile, the one you swear lights a fire in you just from one look. “Thank you.” He says, but even he is a little sad at his own words. Sadder than even you, apparently, and it makes him doubt himself.

Your smile gets bigger, and your eyelids lower. Your response is only when you lean in and give him a quick peck on the cheek, causing his face to immediately light up.

“Anytime.” You say, a bit smug as you pull back.

His face is shocked and red as he holds his cheek with his free hand.

You giggle a little and then start to pull your feet up and under you, preparing to stand up. “Well, I suppose it’s getting pretty late, huh—“

“(Y/n).” Tanjiro cuts you off, and you feel your hand get pulled towards him slightly. It startles you a bit, and you turn to look at him curiously...

But as soon as you turn around, you realize how close his face is to yours suddenly. Closer than it’s ever been, only maybe a few inches from yours. He stares at you intently, but also in a trance, nervous and longing at the same time. You can hardly notice, as your eyes soon drop to his nose almost grazing yours, and then his lips. They look softer than you’d expect, and as you two lean in closer, they beg to meet.

You’re centimeters away, and both of you have closed your eyes now, knowing what the outcome of this will be. You don’t even bother to question it at all, it all happens so naturally.

And then, just as you think you’re about to finally connect, thundering footsteps appear outside the hallway in half a second, and the door slams open not even a half-second afterwards.

“BENITO! (W/Y/N)! WHAT ARE YOU TWO UP TO IN HERE!!” The boar headed boy yells as he makes his entrance, Zenitsu right behind him. The two of you flung off of eachother the second the door started to open, and are now a blushing mess.

“TANJIROOOOO!!!!!!” Zenitsu wastes not a second to charge in immediately after entering, headed straight for the boy to your right.

“W-WHAT?!” He immediately looks terrified, and you mirror his confused-shocked expression.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING IN HERE WITH (Y/N), HUH???” He grabs Tanjiro by the front of his pajamas, lifting him slightly and moving his face in close. “YOU BETTER NOT BE IN HERE SMOOCHING ON A LADY WHILE WERE IN THE INFIRMARY BEING LECTURED AND FORCED TO TAKE NASTY ASS MEDICINE. YOU WOULDN’T DO THAT, RIGHT?? ESPECIALLY NOT WITH ONE OF OUR TEAMMATES?? YOU WOULD AT LEAST KNOW THAT YOU SHOULD SUFFER WITH THE REST OF US SINCE YOU ALREADY GET SO MUCH ATTENTION WITH LADIES ANYWAYS!!! LIKE HELL AM I GONNA SIT AROUND AND HAVE TO WATCH YOU TWO GET LOVEY DOVEY WITH EACH OTHER ON EVERY MISSION!!! ILL LEAVE THIS GROUP!!!”

“C-CALM DOWN, ZENITSU!! WE WEREN’T DOING-“ His face distorts a little, as it does when he lies, as he remembers what you two were literally just about to do. You sweat a little. Oh no. “A-aNy…THInG LiKe THAT!!! At ALL!!!” He's such a bad liar!

You can only see Zenitsu get angrier at this. “YOU FILTHY LIARRRR!!! I HEARD YOUR CONFESSION FROM ACROSS THE MANSION!!!! ILL KILL YOU!!!!” He shouts out as he starts to shake Tanjiro violently, who only shakes his head and hands in defense rapidly.

Inosuke is quick to break up the two of them, getting in between the two boys. “HEY! IF YOU TWO ARE FIGHTING, I WANT IN! ILL WIN AGAINST BOTH OF YOU!! YOU WEAKLINGS DON’T STAND A CHANCE!!!” Of course, only to push it forward.

You can only sit there in shock at their shenanigans, not knowing what to say. Then, when it seems they’ve completely forgotten you’re even there, you start to laugh quietly. You really loved being part of this group. Never a dull moment.

They all quiet down a bit when they hear your laughter get louder, and they freeze mid-fight as well.

“WHATS SO FUNNY, HUH?” Inosuke shouts, pumping his fist in the air.

“YEAH YOU’RE GUILTY TOO!! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF???” Zenitsu adds in.

You have to wipe tears from your eyes when you settle down. Then you gently push yourself up to stand, dusting off your clothes a bit, and finally looking back at them. “I’m really happy to be in a group with you guys, you know that?” The words just slip out of your mouth, as it’s what you were thinking.

It stays quiet for a moment, but then this alone seems to make Zenitsu let go of Tanjiro, who takes a big breath of relief in turn. Inosuke doesn’t say anything, but you hear him make a slight “owahhh” sound. And it almost looks like he’s glimmering?

“H-hey. Don’t think you can get out of this by saying nice stuff like that! What were you and Tanjiro doing???” Zenitsu insists, although much more tame now that he’s talking to you.

“Us? We were just talking about the mission from last week. I almost died so… He was just making sure I was still alright.” You were a much better liar than Tanjiro, so you figure you should probably do the excuse making from here on out. The scenario you described is something Tanjiro would have ended up doing anyways, only making it more believable. As soon as you see Zenitsu look away for a second, you take the opportunity to wink at Tanjiro, and he blushes again in response.

Zenitsu makes a “hmph.” sound, and looks now slightly embarrassed. Probably at the fact that he didn’t think to do that first.

You put a sweet smile on and walk over to them, pulling both Zenitsu and Inosuke into a hug. It makes them both blush, Zenitsu much harder than his animal-headed buddy.

“We were just about to head to bed anyways before you guys barged in, so we can head back now.” You say as you pull away from them. Having them leave you two alone again would probably just make it awkward, since you’d have to address the almost-kiss that just happened. But you still glance at Tanjiro and give him a reassuring smile, which he nods and returns to you, still blushing slightly.

“Okay, fine…” Zenitsu says, defeated. And with that, you all head back to your room.

You and Tanjiro don’t speak about this night ever after this.

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Until…

It’s several months later and the four of you are currently on a mission in a large village in the middle of the woods. The fight has been long and hard so far, several hours since you began. The demon you were after was a pretty high ranking one, a fire using demon that was setting buildings ablaze and trapping humans inside, using the building like an oven.

You just managed to save all the people out of the buildings, but the demon remains with a head so far. You’re all in the woods outside the building, and you should go back in, but most of you are pretty badly damaged. You currently stand with what feels like a couple broken ribs and broken wrist. Tanjiro doesn’t seem to have broken anything, but he’s pretty beaten up and bleeding in too many places. The other two boys are beaten up as well, but you assume not as badly as you.

You’re all making sure everyone is okay before you continue the fight. Just when you’re about to run back in, a sharp pain stabs your side, and you groan loudly as you hunch over.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?!” Tanjiro shouts, by your side in a second

“I’m alright!!..” You manage to push out. “Lets just finish this.”

“I think you should stay here and rest.” He says immediately.

“What?? But I’ll be fine! You’ve fought in way worse conditions.”

“Maybe, but it wasn’t smart of me! You could permanently damage yourself if you push yourself too hard!” He defends, ever the selfless hero.

“Oh, you’re the last person to be giving me that! Tanjiro, you put yourself in permanent harms way all the time!! I can help!” You insist, pushing yourself to stand straight again.

“(Y/n), I’m serious. Please stay.” He pleads.

You frown, still not wanting to give in.

“I’ll have Zenitsu stay with you too. You guys can protect the civilians and make sure they’re safe. Or even evacuating them might be better! Then you don’t have to rest if you don’t want to.” He smiles, giving his genius alternative.

“You just don’t want me going into the main battle.” You argue as you cross your arms, still not convinced.

“Please? I’ll leave Nezuko with you too! She’s exhausted from fighting anyways! Look after her for me?”

You sigh. Nezuko duty always did make you cave in. You loved it when Tanjiro entrusted you with his sister. It made you feel trusted and important to him.

“Mmmm-Fine!!! I’ll watch over Nezuko! ….And the civilians. But I’m coming in if you’re not out in a half hour!!”

He smiles, taking your hand in his subtly for a moment. “Thank you. Be careful.”

You blush as he quickly turns to run off and tell the other two the plan. You watch as Inosuke automatically agrees and Zenitsu protests, only to be persuaded by assumingely the same reason you were.

You sigh again, turning to Nezuko’s box as you bend over a tiny bit to pat it gently. “What am I going to do with your brother, Nezuko? Seriously, I cant take it!” You don’t expect an answer obviously.

“NEEEEEEZUUUKOOOOOO!!!” Zenitsu’s signature greeting bellows out from across the open area as he runs over to you and the box. He immediately clings to it the moment he’s able to. “ILL PROTECT YOU FROM ANYTHING NEZUKO, SO DON’T YOU WORRY OKAYYYY?”

You roll your eyes, drowning out the rest of his speech for her. You look over your shoulder and watch as Inosuke and Tanjiro start running back into the building, but something catches your eye. Your eyes immediately widen upon seeing it, and you start running after them before your mind can even process what your body is doing. Your body sends waves of sharp pain from your injury every few seconds, but you ignore it almost completely. Zenitsu yells at you to ask, but you’re already too far to hear in an instant.

You finally catch up enough to be within hearing distance with them. “TANJIRO!!” You shout out, and he reflexively stops in his tracks and swings around to meet your stare.

You take the moment he stopped running to quickly catch up to him. You immediately tear a piece of the sleeve of your kimono and his eyes widen.

“What are you doing??” He asks, suddenly startled.

“You dummy! Did you not notice the huge wound on your thigh?” You bend down and begin to tie the kimono fabric around it twice to stop the bleeding, ignoring the pain in your wrist. “It was dripping puddles! I didn’t even see it earlier… How are you even walking?”

“It’s okay… I’ve felt worse while fighting. It doesn’t feel too deep. But, thank you. I probably should’ve wrapped it before I left.” He says, smiling at you again, a bit sheepishly this time.

“No kidding.” You can’t help but smile back too in your own worried way. “Jeez, what am I gonna do with you Tanjiro Kamado?” He chuckles a little when you say this, still smiling.

“HEY! ARE YOU TWO DONE YAPPING? THE DEMON IS GOING TO ESCAPE TO ANOTHER BUILDING!!” Inosuke shouts out from further behind you both, and you jump a little.

“Right! Okay, sorry! Be careful!” You shout, telling both of them, but addressing Tanjiro with eye contact. You then turn around quickly and start to run back.

“(Y/N)!”

You hear him shout out your name, and you also reflexively stop and turn around. Except when you turn, you’re immediately greeted with his face inches away from yours, just like that night. And this time, the space closes only within a second. It happens so fast your brain doesn’t process it at first. His lips are on yours not even two seconds after having turned around. Your eyes are blown wide and it’s not until he brings his hands up to cup your face that you actually relax and kiss him back. It’s soft and loving, if also a bit awkward. But to you it felt magical. You’d dreamed about doing this long before you even thought it’d be a possibility. His lips were just as soft as you thought they’d be that night, and they give you every comfort in the world, as if they’re telling you “we’re gonna be alright.”.

When he pulls back, you realize you must be blushing 10x harder than he is, but his is still there. He doesn’t waste anymore time, smiling fondly at you and saying “Good luck!”, before quickly rushing back around and into the building. You can hear Inosuke shouting at him about it as he follows in.

You only stand there in shock for a while, touching your fingertips to your lips. Then, your mouth slides up into a smile, and you turn around to return to your station.