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Baby Genya again (but slightly older)

I tried to draw baby Genya crawling and now he kind of looks like Sanemi??? 🤷‍♀️I don't know, they're brothers they look alike.

(Also drawing crawling babies is hard.)

Baby Genya

I feel like his hair would have looked like this before his mohawk. (Like he got the mohawk cause his hair looked like Kyogo's and gave Shizu PTSD sometimes 😥🥲. I really want to write about this). I did a rough sketch and then outlined it, so sorry for the mess😅.

Also! I was inspired by these (Idk who the artists are, just found them, and they are amazing!):

Edit: The first one was @task1111 on Twitter. (Thanks @xuxueee) Also they said not to repost their work, so I’ll just link it.

Edit: I haven’t found creds for this one ⬇️ yet.

Edit: for the one below creds to Calovity on TikTok.

Hii! I hope this is ok to ask, but can i request a hurt to comfort with reader who scratches their hands alot with the hashiras from demon slayer? or just Obanai is fine too! Thank youu!

As Someone Who Is Prone To Scratching My Hands And Skin In General When I'm Anxious Or Overwhelmed, I Absolutely Love This Idea, So Anon Thank You For The Idea🫶

Headcannons With The Hashira With A Reader Who Scratches Their Hands! This Can Be Interpreted As Romantic Or Platonic. The Hashira's For This Choosing: Obanai And Shinobu.

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Your Reasoning For Joining The Demon Slayer Corps Was Unknown To Those Around You, But It Was Easy To Assume It Was The Same As Everyone Else. To Fight For Humanity, The Loss Of A Loved One.. But For You? You Wanted A Purpose, You Wanted To Do Something Good, Death Was A Common Thing, A Terrifying Thing And You Hoped To Help People Live That Little Longer. That Gave You Purpose To Help Others, Atleast If You Were To Die You Did It With A Good Cause.

But Even With Coming To Terms With The Fact That One Day You Are To Likely , You Never Could Quite Get Over That Fear Of Death. It Didn't Help When You Got To Missions And Your Face To Face With Fresh Corpses. You Never Could Remove Such Images From Your Head.

To Cope? You Had A Habit Of Scratching Your Hands And Clawing At Your Skin Until It Was Raw And Hot, Body Screaming At You To Stop.

Obanai:

When He First Saw You Scratch At Your Hands It Was Only For A Few Moments So He Didn't Think Too Deep Into It. Everyone Had Their Weird Little Quirks To Cope With The Job.

Except That Was Before He Saw Just How Red And Raw Your Hands And The Surrounding Area Was When He Spotted You Doing It Over And Over Again.

He Ignored It At First, His Job Was To Slay Demons Not Babysit Others Who Have No Idea On How To Properly Cope. It Was Non Of His Business. Yet Deep Down...He Couldn't Bring Himself To Just Ignore It.

"How Stupid Must You Be To Damage The One Thing You Can Weild A Blade With?" Was What He Had Said To You.

Scolded You, Called You Stuff Like Idiot And Moron For Weakening Yourself.

Personally Took You To Get Checked By Shinobu To Get Your Hands Checked And Cleaned. Took You To Make Sure You'd Actually Do That And Not Make Some False Promise Of Going.

Reported It To Master Too, More So Just So He Was Aware Incase Anything Else Happened Down The Line.

From Then On Even If He Displayed No Caring Nature, He Was Always Acutely Aware Keeping His Eye On You From A Safe Distance Away.

Shinobu:

When She Saw Your Hands At First, She Wasn't One To Rush To Conclusions, You Simply Could Have Gotten It From A Fight, Nonetheless She Cleaned It Up And Bandaged Them.

But Then You Were Frequently Returning, It Used To Be Once Every Few Months, To Weeks, Then Every Time Before You Went Off For A Mission.

Shinobu Was No Stranger To Coping Mechanisms, She Was No Better If Not Worse Then You, But She Was The Doctor And It Was Her Job To Care For You, Whether You Tell Her About It Or Not.

If You Willingly Told Her, Then She Was More Then Happy To Share Better Way To Go About These Things. Thing's You Could Do When You Feel Anxious Or Overwhelmed, Happy To Set Up Frequent Meetings To Check In And Make Sure You Were Doing Alright.

If You Didn't Tell Her, She'd Knudge You In The Right Direction From The Side Lines, Showing Things She Had Found Randomly And Enjoyed, Suggesting You To Try Them Too. Except It Wasn't Random, She Saught It Out And Simply Acted Oblivious For Your Sake, Acting Like She Didn't Know.

"Is It Really Worth Causing Yourself Such Pain?"

KNY HEADCANON

Iguro attending Kyoujuro's funeral, sees Shinjuro, and thinks,

' Is this really the man who saved me? This -- pathetic looking man?'

...

I am in the mood for more angst haha suffer

hello! I firstly wanted to say I hope you have a good 4th of July if you celebrate it. Secondly I really love how you draw Toji and Gojo! What program do you use?

And third I've been watching demon Slayer a lot lately. Is it ok to request Kagaya Ubuyashiki x reader? If not thank you for taking time out to read this!

Hello, you are very kind, thank you very much for your compliments. I'm glad you like how I draw them, I try to make them look pretty when I draw them.

Answering your question, I use Ibis Paint, but I would like to change programs.

Here is the drawing, I hope you like it, sorry if it is not what you expected.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated

Hello! Firstly I wanted to wish you and your family Happy Pride Month and Happy Father's Day.

Secondly if requests are open and only if you want to, maybe Michikatsu/Kokushibo from Demon Slayer? If no then thank you for taking time out to read my ask! :)

Hello, thank you very much for your good wishes. Thanks for the order, sorry for the delay. I hope you like it.

Thank you for the requests you make to me, it takes me a while to answer them but I promise that I will answer.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated

Reblogs and comments are appreciated

A new small oc that would be in the Zenmeigan clan, of course, in the Shiranami.

Aurelia Yvaine: The Graveyard Petal of the Demon slayer corps.

She was born in the hidden village, nestled deep within a valley where the forests whispered, and the rivers sang lullabies. Her family lived in a small wooden home woven almost seamlessly into a grove of silver-barked trees. Her mother taught her the language of herbs and the music of the earth. Her father taught her patience and craftsmanship, whittling animal figures that seemed almost ready to leap from his hands.

One bloodstained night, demons descended upon her village, drawn by the scent of life and the whisper of magic. Sumire's parents hid her deep within a hollowed tree, telling her to stay silent no matter what she heard. She obeyed, listening as her village — her whole world — was torn apart. When the sun rose, Sumire emerged to find herself alone among the ruins, the only sound the fluttering of her butterfly companions. In her grief, she discovered her strange power: not only could she guide the butterflies, but through them, she could sense the presence of demons, and even use them to confuse or slow her enemies — small, subtle acts that might mean the difference between life and death.

Though she lacked brute strength, she was trained in a delicate, agile combat style, weaving between demons with the help of her butterfly allies, striking swiftly and vanishing like mist. Some mistook her presence for a sign of death or dreams — a silent girl with butterflies swirling like a living cloak — but among the demon slayers, she became known as the "Whispering Bloom," a hunter who guided lost souls, human and butterfly alike, through the darkness.

Just like Shinobu, she would rely on special poisons extracted from wisteria and enhanced by the knowledge passed down from her healer mother. Her butterflies would carry traces of the wisteria too — soft powder shedding from their wings that slows down demons who breathe it in.

She was trained with Butterfly breathing, but due to it only having three forms:

First Form: Fluttering Waltz — A sudden, spinning movement that releases paralyzing mist from hidden poisons, disorienting the demon.

Second Form: Spiral Bloom — Twirling in a defensive circle, she uses quick slashes that open shallow, poisoned wounds across the demon’s body.

Third Form: Petalstorm Lament — Launches into the air with the aid of her butterflies and rains down a rapid series of poisoned strikes.

She decided to take on Flower breathing as well to help her fight a little bit easier.

I don't know what I'm doing-

Sekido nsfw headcanons of mine!!

Sekido:

He might be the one to accidentally whimper or whine when you squeeze down on him too tight, but that's only a secret between you two, otherwise anyone who heard it will be dead. This mofo would go like:

Huff "Hah-ah fuck... Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Don't squeeze me like that so fucking soon, fucking greedy whore. I have a longer time to go here"

Also, he has slightly more stamina than the others and could go on for about 20-25 to 30 rounds a night.

Cock size: soft- 13.6 inches; hard-15.9 inches.

I feel like he'd finish hard and release a lot more compared to the other three, but it's still a lot for one to handle. (May help be with the one he's fucking)

Small spoilers on how it'd possibly go:

Sakuro: Alright, I've literally tried everything of my hypnotization and NOTHING has happened???

((Would probably name the girl Ayani))

Ayani: I haven't told you that I have bad eyesight yet?

Sakuro: Hold- Hold the fuck up, you're saying you're almost blind?! So, what happened until now was without my hypnosis??

Ayani: Yeah..? Possibly...

Sakuro: Oh... 😳

((I also kind of headcanon him that he never really got affection that wasn't affected by his hypnosis, something like that.))

I am so fucking tempted to write a fanfic of this fuck:

And a slightly blind or completely blind girl that actually falls for him and not because of his hypnosis.

I need him to fucking leave my head!!!

The normal day of the clones x y/n ship in my head.

I am so fucking tempted to write a fanfic of this fuck:

And a slightly blind or completely blind girl that actually falls for him and not because of his hypnosis.

I need him to fucking leave my head!!!

Nope, it's decided. The clone in the middle is now Hajiru ("to feel ashamed") or just the Shame emotion of Hantengu and he'll now be my own OC and I'd tag you definitely with everything I make regarding him.

@virtuousweakling @hantengudelulu

I swear, if a clone like the middle one existed, he would probably be Shame or Nervousness due to Hantengu's nervous and almost scared shit less reactions of getting caught. ANYWAY, if he existed or is just Hantengu in a younger body, he'll see how I'd give him some more clones. I love those idiots so much that it's not a joke anymore. Help.

@virtuousweakling @hantengudelulu

I swear, if a clone like the middle one existed, he would probably be Shame or Nervousness due to Hantengu's nervous and almost scared shit less reactions of getting caught. ANYWAY, if he existed or is just Hantengu in a younger body, he'll see how I'd give him some more clones. I love those idiots so much that it's not a joke anymore. Help.

@hantengudelulu

@virtuousweakling

Listen, I just know that if somehow, a demon, EVEN THE UPPERMOONS, get close to a human who gives them what they didn't get enough of in their human lives, they just won't leave it alone. It's kinda like an AU of mine where a demon can have a favorite human that they don't ever let go of, because why would they? It's THEIR human. Period.

Amaryllis: Okay, I can see that happening, but Daki?!? Nuh uh, me and Gyutaro are jumping him and getting Daki back. That's our baby that he can't touch. It'll be a fight between poison and sickles bitch, he ain't touching my and Gyutaro's baby.

(( @hantengudelulu had to make another oc for the fun of it, and she didn't know what to do after finding out Sakuro's harem, but she for sure ain't letting Daki stay in it))

@hantengudelulu

I believe Hakuma is absolutely done with them, huh?

I love those three, they're just so stupid and squishable

Pt. 2!!

Aizetsu:

He was quietly clinging onto your waist, trying to make his expression as innocent as it could be to have you pity him. After all, wasn't he your favorite? "The most innocent"? With the way you had almost babied him before, it seemed and proved to him that he was. He didn't do anything too wrong this time. In fact, it wasn't even wrong. THEY had stared at you for too long. THEY tried to distract you from your hobby to take care of him.

"What's wrong..? Shouldn't you have to do something else..? With me. Don't look at their dead bodies. Some low-rank or an extra demon would eat them if I don't. It's not really the problem with you talking to them, it's more of a problem with how they look at you. It's almost as worst as Karaku or Urogi. Now, please come on, I need some attention."

He did say "please" but that sounded far more like a command than an actual ask for it. You just couldn't do anything, but only stare at all of the dead bodies that he killed. Most of them, you didn't even know, they were probably just strangers who happened to have you in an eyerange. You knew that if you continued to focus mostly on him, there would possibly be less ruthless and unnecessary killing, so you went ahead and "comforted" him, like he "politely" asked.

((Goddamn it, I got no idea for Urogi. How the hell would be like? @virtuousweakling @hantengudelulu))

How the Hantengu clones would react when being confronted of acting like yanderes:

Sekido:

He leaned down to caress your face while also being mindful to gentle grip it enough to not let you escape. "Of course I would be, my spark. How else would I show you that only I can understand you and make you feel better? Don't you realize how many worthless, filthy, and useless humans are trying to have you? Do you think they deserve you enough? No, they don't. Now, yeah, maybe it was too much to make you watch how I kill them, but you had to know that they're worthless, good for nothings! Only I will be able to give you what you need!!" His smile has only gone crazier and his grip on your face tighter. You absolutely didn't know that he would've been able to do such things, but you knew alone that you could never fight successfully against him, so it would be pointless if you tried. Your fate and destiny were now only in his hands.

((I do picture Sekido the type to build up your confidence around him and make you think that even alone for a second without him, you'd be nothing, so he can have you all to himself.))

Karaku:

He crossed his arms as he leaned next to you on the tree, a giant pile of every suitor who ever tried to get to you dead and bloody. He simply looked at it like it was a normal night, but you were horrified completely. "Aww, hey come on, why starting the tears? They simply weren't good enough for you. You watched at how easily they died and failed to protect you. Would you really want someone who can't protect you? Relax and breathe, my bloom~, you'll be protected now and properly at that~. Although, I can ask for a little something as a thanks to me, right?~" You got ten times the shock when he caged you to the tree with his arms and almost had a sadistic and mischievous grin. "You can be a nice, quiet, good little girl, right?~ Because I'm having various ideas on how to help you relax and calm down.~"

((He definitely would do that and he's thinking about a make out session or straight on porn worth sex))

@virtuousweakling, you'll probably like this, but I probably would do the other two later.... sorry.

@virtuousweakling @hantengudelulu

If Hantengu ever had a "Love clone," wouldn't he be considered the literal same wh0re like Hantengu? Like, if he did, I can just imagine that he almost just never fights, just tries to get another girl under him for the night. He's just gonna wh0re himself away every night, but...

I ain't gonna complain a lot if he looks like that...

((Same piece of shit from my earlier post in my acc.))

Not feeling like the yandere vibe, so SEKIDO FAMILY FLUFF!!! @hantengudelulu, @virtuousweakling

It was supposed to be a normal evening between your little family with Sekido and your two babies, Himiko and Toya, but Sekido had decided to have one last game before bed that even you seemed to enjoy playing in.

It was right before where Toya would want a bedtime story, and to be honest, you ran out of ideas of what to make up to say as a bedtime story, but thankfully, Sekido had a plan...

The kids' bedroom was filled with three kinds of laughs: Sekido's "wicked" laugh, your shocked and surprised one, and the babies' surprised and excited laugh. He had you close to his chest, almost over his shoulders as he looked at the little ones while laughing again.

Himiko and Toya continued with their giggles and laughs a little while enjoying the play that their father had placed on and acted on. That, of course, didn't stop you at all from playing along as well.

"Hahaha!! Look at now of what the evil king got!! He's got your precious queen, and there's no chance to escape or free her!! So, what will you do now, young knight Himiko? Nothing that you use will be affecting me!!"

"Oh, no! Not the evil, merciless king! Oh, his clutches are the most cruel I've ever been trapped in!! Oh no, who shall save the poor old queen??" You pretended to act like a fainting damsel in distress at the play, placing an arm over your forehead in exaggeration.

The babies, of course, enjoying this too much, joined it with their small battle screams: "Mama!! Noooooooooooo!!!"

"Hahahaha!! I've heard that only a "true love's kiss" can help the poor queen, but I shall give her one of pure hate and madness to make sure she'll always be in my clutches!!" And that's how basically Sekido had placed you in a dipped position and almost started with the tongue kiss, but the young knight Himiko and the young princess Toya, quickly went to protect their mama by trying to pull Sekido away by pulling at his hair, clothes and horns.

That, unfortunately, would go "unpunished" by the king's rules. He quickly grabbed Toya as well and held her tightly on his shoulder and looked at Himiko, and laughed evilly... again. "Now, what are you going to do, defenseless knight? I have the two most important things in the world in my arms!! You don't! You have simply lost! Accept it!!"

But then, with as much voice Himiko had, he let out a loud cry and tackled down Sekido, as well as you and Toya, and started to cover his dad's eyes. Everything seemed to be winning in the little ones' favor...

However, Sekido quickly overpowered everything and pinned down the three of his "opponents", tickling his kids with his hands and his wife with kisses on her neck.

After that fun encounter, it left everyone breathless, and the babies fell asleep quickly after that.

Now, in mom and dad's room, Sekido was holding you close and rubbing your back and sides, even him being left out of breath from the fun, but of course he couldn't stop only on that part of the games, so he slowly flipped the position so he can lay on your chest and have the same naughty and mischievous grin as he did on the wedding night and slowly rubbed your inner thighs apart and flicking out his tongue and whisper: "Why don't we try to have another small "opponent" again? You said it yourself that carrying our child made you extremely happy, so why not I be a good husband again?~"

How the Hantengu clones would react when being confronted of acting like yanderes:

Sekido:

He leaned down to caress your face while also being mindful to gentle grip it enough to not let you escape. "Of course I would be, my spark. How else would I show you that only I can understand you and make you feel better? Don't you realize how many worthless, filthy, and useless humans are trying to have you? Do you think they deserve you enough? No, they don't. Now, yeah, maybe it was too much to make you watch how I kill them, but you had to know that they're worthless, good for nothings! Only I will be able to give you what you need!!" His smile has only gone crazier and his grip on your face tighter. You absolutely didn't know that he would've been able to do such things, but you knew alone that you could never fight successfully against him, so it would be pointless if you tried. Your fate and destiny were now only in his hands.

((I do picture Sekido the type to build up your confidence around him and make you think that even alone for a second without him, you'd be nothing, so he can have you all to himself.))

Karaku:

He crossed his arms as he leaned next to you on the tree, a giant pile of every suitor who ever tried to get to you dead and bloody. He simply looked at it like it was a normal night, but you were horrified completely. "Aww, hey come on, why starting the tears? They simply weren't good enough for you. You watched at how easily they died and failed to protect you. Would you really want someone who can't protect you? Relax and breathe, my bloom~, you'll be protected now and properly at that~. Although, I can ask for a little something as a thanks to me, right?~" You got ten times the shock when he caged you to the tree with his arms and almost had a sadistic and mischievous grin. "You can be a nice, quiet, good little girl, right?~ Because I'm having various ideas on how to help you relax and calm down.~"

((He definitely would do that and he's thinking about a make out session or straight on porn worth sex))

@virtuousweakling, you'll probably like this, but I probably would do the other two later.... sorry.

@hantengudelulu @virtuousweakling: Okay, if we looked at it, canonically, what other emotion clones could Hantengu have?

A clone of Love

A clone of Lust

A clone of Arousal

A clone of Disgust

A clone of Insanity

A clone of Mercifulness

A clone of judgement

Or maybe he can even have a second batch of clones, but we didn't see them because sweet and innocent Tanjiro killled the main body?

@hantengudelulu @fallstreakfeathers @virtuousweakling: If there were other supernatural creatures in the KNY world, that demons could kill and eat (for example: werewolves, sirens, mermaids and a thousand other fantasy creatures), would their blood be more "interesting" than humans due to not being fully human blood? Like, could it be similar to a marechi type of taste? Don't know how that popped up in my head.

Hirakugo and Hime's "dangerous" father.

kokuette 🎀

Small headcanons of physical appearance for my babies:

Hime is having some chubbiness on her body to keep her able to use her shape-shifting abilities that she inherented from her mother. She got so far and good that she can transform into a giant, 9 feet tall sabertooth tiger. Her fangs are also thicker and longer than the usual demon for that as well.

Hirakugo's torso is all covered in deep, dark red scars that he had from fights (with his sister) and are, unfortunately, sensitive as fuck. Poke him there, and he'll hiss in pain. He's still applying gel and healing creams on them to heal (Hime cried and apologized a lot and often about that, and he forgave her, of course.)

@virtuousweakling @hantengudelulu @fallstreakfeathers

I don't know what's happening, but I'mma post some funny and chaotic things Hirakugo and Toyotama-hime did as kids/preteens.

Tried to summom out Gyokko like a snake with snake charmers. It did work and they laughed about it for years.

Secretly dated demons and people they normally shouldn't.

Terrorized and terrified five villages in one month.

Almost destroyed a fifth of the castle when they fight.

Are giant candy and sweet stealers. Hime goes for caramel and chocolate while Kugo goes for fruit candy and baked goods.

Sometimes, even go to terrorize the demon slayer corps with their bda's.

Have stolen a whole mine worth of gems and precious stone and every type jewelry.

Teamed up against Akaza and won a spar by tickling him to passing out.

Created a poison for demons that absolutely stops their regenerating ability forever if it mixes with wisteria.

Also created a potion that can allow demons to eat human food.

Just two chaotic demon children. @virtuousweakling @hantengudelulu @fallstreakfeathers

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.

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.

sub!Kyojuro x fem!reader

sub!Kyojuro loves it when you get that look in your eyes, the one that cooks his insides until they're all gooey. He'd never been the one to complain about fucking you hard and sweet, just how you liked it. However; you stepped out of the bathroom with pretty red lace lingerie covering your tits and pussy. His eyes dart to the black blindfold dangling from your finger.

sub!Kyojuro is obedient as you gingerly wrap the black cloth around his eyes, pulling it tightly into a knot at the back of his head. He savors the shifting of shadows he can make out through the stretchy material covering his gaze. Before realizing what he's doing, he sinks to his knees in front of you.

sub!Kyojuro nearly groans in pleasure when you rub his cheek, leaning into the caress. Your lips pull into a smirk as his mouth parts, taking your finger into his warm wet mouth. His hands are patiently waiting in his lap for your instruction.

sub!Kyojuro would die a happy man as you command him to clean up your needy cunt. With his eyes covered the scent of your arousal drives him mad, don't even get him started on the taste when his tongue dips into your folds. You bite back a heated moan as he leans against your thigh, sloppily slurping at your clit.

sub!Kyojuro is pussy drunk when you cum on his lips, shivering and shaking. Your hips buck against his face, a garble of whines falling from your mouth as you fall back onto the mattress. It's a euphoric feeling twisting around in your gut as he laps up what he can get off your pussy.

sub!Kyojuro is overjoyed when you grab a fistful of his hair, pulling his wicked mouth off your cunt. You hiss in pleasure, running the pad of your thumb across his bottom lip. You should scold him for such insolence.

sub!Kyojuro's face constricts as you press the heel of your foot onto his groin. He's a whimpering and whining mess, but a hard one at that. You can feel his stiff length under your foot and your sticky thighs press together in desire.

sub!Kyojuro welcomes his new position of laying on his back, hands tied to the bed posts. You work his pants off and his erection springs free, the tip red and angry from lack of attention. You coo and awe over the amount of pre leaking from his slit.

sub!Kyojuro is a mess when you start blowing him, swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock and pumping a hand under your mouth — using saliva as lubricant. He's writhing and withering.

sub!Kyojuro comes undone in your mouth, squirting such a load you think it'll come out of your eyes if you don't swallow every last drop. He pants as he deals with the lasting waves of his pleasure, but as you straddle him his length grows rigid once more.

sub!Kyojuro likes cumming in your tight pussy, especially as you ride him relentlessly. He's sure if he's good enough you'll become pregnant with his offspring. As cum trickles from your overworked pussy he hums pleasantly beside you. In all honesty, he's never looked better than after you dominating him.

Fluttering Fluster| Demon Akaza

Synopsis: Akaza has taken an interest in you since you don't appear to be scared of him. You're actually kind of fond of him yourself. He doesn't know what to do around you since you always have something flirty or sarcastic to say. He's constantly flustered and he can't help himself after saving you from a demon attack.

Warning/contains: friendship, killing (a demon), kissing, hitting it from the back, yeanring, bratty YN, confused and flustered Akaza, mostly top Akaza, flirting, cuddles, mentions of fear of lonliness (me too), slight implication that Akaza has already killed Rengoku

Word count: 4.3k

a/n: I wrote this in a day. What does that say about the quality? Well, hehehe, I'm not sure :) My lil basketball needed some love, even though I wouldn't accept any donuts from him, it's FINE, everything is FINE. Guys I need sleep, my sleep schedule went out to get the milk...time to drink water right before bed as I watch Minecraft videos.

The darkness from the dense forest outside your house fills the cabin with a loud silence. You could almost hear your heart pumping blood through your body as you went about making dinner for yourself. Some steamed greens and grilled meat should make a hearty meal. You hum a tune to yourself, crouching in front of the small grill set up on the dirt part of your floor. The wood crackles and throbs with a deep glowing orange color. You move the meat around in the small pot hanging from a horizontal log supported by sitting snugly in the junctions of two other logs. The rabbit you had caught earlier would prove to go nicely with the vegetables from your garden. Your song continues as you stoke the fire under the pot and then sit on the side of the wooden platform where your heimorn would be rolled out soon enough. A glint of something passes by the window and for a moment your heart pounds assuming the worst before passing it off to be an animal. The village people had filled your head with tales of demons roaming these lands. As if demons would take an interest in a quick bite, though maybe they’d enjoy the soup you were making? You let out a breath and glance back at the meat, wondering how much longer you’d have to wait before eating. You flop back on the wooden floor and groan. Sometimes the most exhausting part of living all alone was the creaking seconds that made downtime nearly unbearable. Sometimes you wish someone would stumble across your home and spend some time with you. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the break from human society, but the spiders all talked about the same thing. Maybe one of those demons would come to tell you their stories of how they killed their last victims. 

“My, this meat smells almost as good as you do.” A voice notes. You furrow your brows and hoist yourself up to the sitting position. There in your doorway was a shadowed figure. Your eyes graze over the small illuminated parts of him, like the obvious muscles on his arms and legs. Even in the dim flickering light, you could make out how defined he was. His face was dark and you couldn’t make out much of his features, but that’s when you noticed the thick dark lines trailing his body like some wild tiger. Though, one thing was bothering you.

“I smell?” You tilt your head in a questioning manner. The head of what you were assuming was a man in front of you twitches slightly.

“What?” His voice is strained and you twiddle with your thumbs while observing your meat to make sure it wouldn’t burn while you had this conversation. 

“You said I smell.” You answer frankly, looking down at your pink yukata and pinching it with your fingers to take a sniff. 

“I-” You look up to see the man had turned away from you. He briskly turns back around and enters your home more. This causes his face to cast away the shadows and finally be observed by your eyes. The black lines continue the same pattern on his face with the exception of one long one from the top of his forehead down the bridge of his nose, but what takes you by surprise is that…his…hair…matches your yukata almost exactly. “Aren’t you afraid of me?” He grumbles, his face twisting in a way that makes you more interested in what trauma he’d obviously been through than him being…frightening? 

“No…?” You shrug and look at the rabbit cooking in the pot again, it appeared almost ready to be taken off the heat and set aside to simmer in the broth. 

“No one could hear you scream out here.” He suddenly says. You furrow your brows and look up at him through your lashes. 

“Yeah. I know.” His face looks dumbfounded as you continue to pay no mind to him. Your meal was more important than your life at the moment. 

“So you don’t care if I make you scream?” The man’s words were more curious than threatening. Maybe this was his first time talking to a lady? Did he not get out much? Poor thing. It’s best if you prepare him for how ladies are sure to act around his beautiful face. 

“Oh no, I’d really appreciate it if you made me scream.” Your lips curl up into a smile and the man in front of you takes a step back. 

“Somehow I feel like we’re not talking about the same thing…” He frowns and your smile only grows. You carefully use another piece of wood to unhook the pot from the fire and set it gently off to the side in the dirt. 

“We could be. Why don’t you tell me your name?” You offer, standing from your position. The man is a little shorter than you and you bite back a giggle at that surprising fact. He narrows his eyes at you but then lets out a loud sigh. This was fun. You should socialize more often. 

“Akaza.” He mumbles. You smile at the sound of his name ringing through your head. It was like the sound of a beating heart. 

“A-ka-za.” You hit each syllable in awe of how a name could be so fitting to a human. A human with strange eyes no less. You observe his face and find it flushing slightly. “What’s the matter with you?” You quiz with furrowed brows. 

“Y-Y-You just, don’t…don’t say my name like that please…” He avoids looking at you, backing up almost to the point of exiting your house. 

“Why?” You inquire, stepping closer to him. Akaza groans and holds up his hand in front of your face. You stop in your tracks, blinking rapidly at the hand in front of you. 

“Stop. Why aren’t you afraid of me?” His eyes narrow at you and for a moment you see the faintest glimmer of something sharp in his mouth. 

“Why would I be?” You scrunch your face up in confusion and look around him expecting someone or something else scarier to be behind him. He scoffs and gestures to himself with the same hand he held in front of you. 

“I am Akaza.” 

“Yes I know.”

“Let me finish.” He glares at you. You hold up your hands in innocence and gesture for him to continue. “I am Akaza, Upper Moon 3.” He points to his eyes and for the first time during this conversation, you realize why they looked so different. Written there on his yellow eyes were the kanji for ‘upper’ and ‘three’. You tilt your head to study them further. 

“Upper…what now? What do you mean? Did you get your pink hair from the moon?” You wonder aloud. Akaza’s eyes widen slightly and he then rolls them. 

“What? No. I’m a high-ranking demon and I could kill you within seconds.” He states. A cooling chill runs through your body, but you remain calm. If he wanted to kill you, he would’ve already. So why was he here? And demons were real? Now that’s something you wish your mother was still alive to see. “Are you scared now?” He asks, stepping closer to you. You shrug.

“Eh, not really.” You reply. He stops advancing and his face goes blank. You have to stop from laughing at the look on his face.

“Why not?” He looks concerned, like if he’s not scary enough his mom is going to give him the ‘I’m disappointed’ look. 

“I think it's the pink hair and long lashes.” You observe, pointing at his face. “You’re too pretty to be scary.” 

“Wah, really?” He reaches up with his blackened fingers and touches his hair and then cheek gently. His fingers looked pretty long compared to your own. Now that you were really looking at him, the black lines were everywhere, even on his bear feet. They were similar to that of the ones on his fingertips, only enclosing the toes. He wore an anklet on each ankle made up of round pink beads. His white pants were held up by a blue rope with two pink tassles coming off around the front. His calves seemed unmarked by the lines and you wondered how far they really did travel. His chest was unclothed, except for a small dark pink jacket around his shoulders. The lines on his chest were geometrically pleasing with the way they all lines up. Similarly to his face, there was one line that connected to one that went around his neck to mid-way down his abdomen. It was a few inches shy of his belly button. Ah, so demons still have those. What else did demons share with humans?

“Besides, if you wanted to kill me, you would’ve already.” Your gaze meets his and his expression turns hard. He briskly closes the distance between you and pushes you up against the platform so hard that your legs give out and you fall backward. You hit the ground with a loud oomph and wince. You feel a weight on you and peer upwards to find Akaza pining you to the ground with his leg in between your thighs, pressing down on the fabric of your yukata. He’s baring his teeth, his insanely sharp teeth close to your neck. 

“You’re right human, I could eat you up right now.” His breath is hot on your neck and it makes you squirm under him. He pushes off of you with a little more force than need be and stands over you now. “But I won’t.” You let out a breath, unaware of how nervous you were that he’d bite into your neck. Although the throbbing lower down was proving for a confusing conversation with yourself later on. 

“Why?” You pant out, curious why this seemingly all-powerful demon would let you go. You sit up, draping your legs over the side of the wooden platform as you had done before. He presses his lips into a thin line and looks away from you. 

“Because I don’t eat your kind.” He huffs. Your face morphs into perplexion 

“Stinky?” You offer. He scoffs and shakes his head. 

“No. Women.” He corrects. “Please fix your yukata.” He mumbles. You look down at your chest and find one side draping over your shoulder, almost exposing your bare chest. You smile and pull it haphazardly onto your shoulder again. 

“Then why did you come here?” You ponder for him to hear. He looks off into the distance like he’s remembering something. 

“I…I was lonely.” He whispers. This makes your whole body warm with understanding. Lonely. A word you knew all too well. One that was your only companion at times. 

“Big boss demon fire all your friends?” Akaza grimaces and his fists clench. 

“I don’t have friends in the upper moon ranks,” He pauses and shuts his eyes a if trying to calm down. “Only annoyances.” He mutters. Your heart beats faster as you feel some sort of kinship with this supposedly scary monster. 

“Well, pardon me if I’m being too bold, but we could always be friends.” You suggest, gesturing between the both of you. His eyes shoot open and he stares at you. 

“Do you…do you really mean that?” He takes a step toward you and reaches out a tentative hand. 

“No, how could I ever possibly be friends with a demon? Of course, I meant it.” You’re take aback by the sudden warmth from his hand on your cheek. It sends a burning heat running through your body. Blooming in your stomach with a desire for his warmth to cover you, burn you, incinerate you. 

“You have such a funny way with words.” His brows slowly furrow down as he stares at you. “It makes me want to find out everything about you.” He then brushes a lock of hair that had fallen free behind your ear. You feel that heat round to your cheeks and you move your face away from his hand so he won’t be able to feel the way your cheeks are burning. 

“Ha, there’s not much that’s interesting about me.” You reply, shifting your body to sit more comfortably. Akaza drops his hand and looks down at the pot you’d set aside earlier. 

“You should probably eat your meal before it gets cold.” He bows his head to you and turns toward your open door. Was he going to leave already? But he just got here. 

“Wait!” You reach out your hand and Akaza turns to look at you with raised brows. What were you supposed to say to convince him to stay a little longer? He was a high-ranking demon, someone important, you were just a woman he happened to find because he was lonely. 

“Yes?” He faces fully toward you, waiting patiently for your words.

“Do you…” You gulp and look around for some sort of idea. Ah, you could tease him again. Then he’d want to talk to you about what you meant. If your mama taught you anything it was how to hold an uncomfortably long conversation. “Do you still want to make me scream?” You ask, leaning forward toward him. This causes your yukata to fall off your shoulder again and Akaza’s eyes are drawn to your rosy bear skin. He blinks a couple of times before looking back into your eyes. 

“What could you possibly mean by that?” He looks concerned. You tilt your head and feel your hair brush against your shoulders as it falls to the side. 

“I could scream your name Ak-a-za.” You whisper his name like it’s a dirty word. His brows flinch as he looks upon your seductive state. 

“I-I told you I don’t kill women.” He stutters, eyes wildly looking around you for answers. You smile and bat your lashes, swinging your head to the other side, allowing a full view of the slope of your neck. You notice Akaza’s fist clench at the sight. 

“I didn’t mean that you should kill me. I only meant you should share pleasures beyond imagination with me so that I scream out your name because it’ll be the only thing I can think of.” You explain, waving a hand around in the air as if that will conjure up an image for him to watch. Akaza shuts his eyes and his jaw ticks. It was funny to watch his restraint falter. 

“You can’t possibly mean that.” He grunts. His eyes are still glued shut and so you hum in response. 

“Oh, I do. I always mean what I say Akaza.” He lets out a low sigh and opens his eyes to gaze upon you shining in half moonlight half firelight. 

“You’re quite the vixen.” His eyes roll down the slope of your neck and curve around your shoulder. They dip to where the line of cleavage is slightly showing. 

“What can I say? The nights get lonely.” You were hoping by tossing around the same feeling he’d confessed to you that he’d empathize with you. If demons were even still capable of empathizing. Akaza’s eyes soften and he sucks in a deep breath. 

“I could stay for a little longer I guess.” He conceded. You grin happily and then raise your brows suggestively.

“Do you want to have-”

“No.”

“Aww but why?”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s YN.” 

Over the course of the next few months, Akaza came to visit you as the weather got colder. Seeing him appear over the hill sent a thrill of excitement through your entire body. Every time that pointed-tooth grin caught your eye you felt alive again. Though, it’d been almost 2 months since Akaza’s last visit and you were starting to worry. The last time you ventured into the village for a couple of new blankets for the winter you heard talk of the great hashira defending the innocent from Lord Muzan’s Kisaki. Your heart was torn. You wanted to pray for those who’d lost their lives to evil demons, but Akaza wasn’t like other demons. He was smart, kind, sexy, and certainly not evil. The reason he hadn’t come to see you in so long surely couldn’t be because he’s… no you couldn’t even think of such a thing. 

You roll out your mattress and fluff out the covers you’d bought a few days prior. At least if you didn’t have Akaza to warm your side you’d have these plush covers. Comfortable bedding would never leave you alone for 2 months. It’d always stay by your side. You lay out the blankets to the side and crawl onto the thin mattress. The light from your lantern flickers softly, casting a shadow against your closed door. You were certain that your dreams would be filled with a pink-haired demon. You pull the covers over your frame and sigh in happiness. You’re about to blow out your light when the front door suddenly slams open. You startle as a heaving form appears in the doorframe. You clutch your chest as it stalks forward, its tongue was sickeningly long as it lapped at the air around you. 

“Human you smell delicious.” It hisses, crouching down onto its haunches. Your face sneers in disgust as you watch it cock its head to the left, tongue hanging out its mouth framed by sharp teeth that glinted slimy in the moonlight. 

“Thanks but I’ve been told that before.” You spat, tightening your grip on your new blankets. Its mouth curls into a twisted grin as its head turns upside down. 

“I taste demon in the air.” Its eyes don’t have any writing on them like Akaza’s, but by the looks of it, weak wouldn’t be a word to describe it. “Have you been claimed by one of the twelve kisaki human?” Its movements are jerky as it advances toward you. You scoot back against the wall like that was going to help you escape from such a creature. You were glad it could sense Akaza had been here, maybe that would deter it from killing you. 

“Yes, an upper moon in fact.” You sneer, curling your body away from the demon. His yellow eyes glimmer with newfound excitement. Oh no. The plan may have backfired. 

“Ahhhh, upper moon whores always taste the best. Please let me have just a bite.” His eyes are crazed as he peers upon your flesh. Drool starts to form in the corner of his mouth, landing with a splat on the wooden floor underneath you. “I promise I’ll leave enough for him to fuck later, you just have to-UGHK! AHHHHH PLEASE NO!” It screeches as a hand appears through its chest. “Lord Akaza- EEK-UGH-I’M SORRY!” The demon is flung away from you and out the door. You watch as a shadowy figure, you’re assuming is Akaza, rip the demon apart. You’re glad you can’t see much because of the lack of light, but you can hear it. The yelps of pain from the demon, the sloshing of blood, and grunts from Akaza. He was here… he’d saved you from a gruesome death. You lean forward with bated breath, straining your eyes to find Akaza in the darkness. You jump back as he appears in the doorway. His arms are hanging loosely at his sides, a thick liquid dripping from his fingers. His eyes stay on the ground. 

“Akaza…” You whisper, but his whole body tenses. 

“Don’t look at me YN. I didn’t want you to see me like this.” He looks off to the side and clenches his jaw. Your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of yearning and sadness. 

“Like what Akaza?” You ask, uncovering yourself and bracing for the cold air to surround your body. Akaza glances at the blankets. 

“A demon.” He hisses and for a moment you hear such deep regret in his voice. Some buried sorrow keeps him from bonding with people. You stand and step down from the platform, Akaza doesn’t budge an inch. You take this as your chance to approach him. You take in a deep breath and place the palm of your hand against his chest. 

“Akaza. I don’t care what you are, only about who you are.” You can feel his heart rapidly beating against his skin. He looks at your hand and then finally into your eyes. 

“I need to go wash my hands.” He edges his head closer to yours. You feel a pull to kiss him as your bodies move into position but then shy away on repeat. “I’ll be right back.” He disappears with unknown speed and you let out a tiny breath. Did he almost kiss you? You’d been thinking about this moment for a long time and it was finally here. He was finally here. “YN…” You look up to find him in your doorway again. 

“Akaza.” He walks into your home and slides the door shut behind him. The cool air is somewhat cut off. 

“I respect women YN.” He rasps. You nod and watch his eyes rack over your blue yukata. His eyes meet yours and you feel a wave of anticipation crash into you. 

“Yes. I remember.” He’s getting closer to you, causing you to back into the platform again. He smirks as you both remember the first night you’d met each other. 

“Please forgive me for what I’m about to do.” He’s in front of you within seconds, pulling your hair back and aggressively kissing you. You groan into his mouth and he bares his teeth against your lips. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He hisses, licking the soft spot on your neck. You wiggle at the sensation and start to pant. 

“Even if you do, it doesn’t make you a monster,” Akaza growls against your neck and nips at the skin he’d been playing with. 

“Pull up your yukata and turn around.” He demands, letting go of your hair. You straighten out your sore neck and do as he ordered. Your cunt is bare for him to study now and he takes his time looking at you. “I didn’t think a human could be so beautiful everywhere.” He grazes the back of your thigh with his fingers and you flinch. You squirm and start to whine. 

“Please Akaza, I need your cock in my pussy. I can’t wait any longer.” You whimper, needy for his attention. Akaza grips your hips tightly as he pulls you back where your feet are planted in the dirt, knees resting against the ledge of the wooden platform. 

“Never imagined you’d be the one begging.” He chuckles. You wish you could see what he was doing, but you were too nervous if you glanced behind you Akaza would make you wish you hadn’t. “No need though, your pretty cunt was already begging me long before that beautiful mouth spoke.” You feel a warm hand spread your legs apart and then something pokes at your entrance. You bite back a moan as he works his tip into your folds. “I didn’t even have to warm you up YN, you’re already so wet for me.” 

“Shut up,” You groan and duck your head down in embarrassment. Akaza chuckles and thrusts deeper. A yelp sounds from you at the sudden presence of his warm cock burrowed deep inside you. 

“Did me killing that lowly demon turn you on that much?” He teases, sliding out only to slam right back into you. Moans are the only sound you can make at the moment. “You’ve always been a strange case, but for some reason, I can’t get you off my mind.” He confesses. Somehow you feel slightly insulted by his wording. 

“I-I just missed you.” You manage to reply. Akaza pauses for a beat before his grip on your hips tightens. 

“Fuck…” He hisses, pounding into you at incredible speed. The floorboards are creaking as your moans echo throughout your house. 

“Akaza, Akaza, oh my-shit,” You bite down on your finger, but Akaza slams into you.

“Uh uh uh sweetheart. Remember that promise you made? I want you to scream my name.” He pulls your arms behind your back then he rams his cock into you, the slapping noises and both of your moans filling the room. 

“T-too much, ngh,” You plead, he was too good at pleasuring you. More than you thought possible. Your eyes squeeze shut as Akaza reaches around with his free hand to play with your clit. “A-Ak-Akaza!” You cry out, voice shaking so much it cracks into a whine as Akaza slams deep into you and stays there. Your walls flutter around his cock as you see stars from straining so much. A shuddering waterfall of your climax causes your knees to buckle from underneath you. Akaza curls his arm around you and gently lays you on the ground. He pulls out of you and you hear the shuffling of clothes being pulled back on. Then quiet. You don’t have the energy to look up from where you lay on the floor. You were so close to your bed, yet too far. You could totally sleep here, it was fine. Suddenly the house feels like it’s buzzing as a warmth returns. 

“I stole cloth from some laundry and wet it at the stream. Here, let me clean you up.” Akaza moves your yukata out of the way and dabs the wet cloth against your folds. You hum in satisfaction with how wonderful it feels. “I’m finished.” Akaza alerts. You wonder if he’s about to leave again, but you feel his arms underneath you. He lifts you up and sets you down on your mattress. You sprawl out comfortably under your blankets. He lays down on his side with his head propped up by his elbow on the wooden floor. You lift up your blankets sleepily and beckon Akaza to join you. He smirks and shifts under them. 

“You killing that demon was pretty hot.” You mumble as you drift off to sleep. The last thing you hear is Akaza chuckle the warm way he does as you cuddle into his chest.