contents: unhinged sephiroth hcâs, dom!sephiroth x sub!reader, protective/possessive seph, p*rn w feelings, somnophilia, marking, yandere/stalker archetype mentioned in âj.â
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a ¡ aftercare
It usually goes like this. You remain pressed together, him inside you, above you, gentle kisses dropped onto your oversensitized skin. He is the only thing that exists, your entire world, all-encompassing, a universe of comfort and love and searing heat. You are far beyond words, and even your tears have stopped running, but it doesnât matter, because he feels his heart beat in tandem with yours, your soul intertwined with his. Your cunt occasionally clenches around his still somewhat hard cock, but he doesnât move, careful not to hurt, but loathe to leave your warmth. He wants you to feel how much he loves you, because words will never feel good enough. And right now, after loving you so thoroughly that you are both still shaking, he slowly pulls out, slipping two of his fingers inside you to help you slowly close up, minding the whines that tumble out of your mouth, minding your clit, oversensitive from his abuse. âiâve got you.â and he settles on his side, facing you, pulling you into him, to kiss and caress and hold you until you fall asleep in his arms.
b ¡ body part
Sephiroth likes his body more for functionality than aesthetics. That canât be said for his hair though. At first, he liked that he was strong, big, and tough enough to deal with the abuse his father and his shitty environment threw at him. He likes how heâs always been so agile and fast. Always catching others by surprise, their incredulous eyes when his masamune is in their throat before they even see him move. He loved when he could finally fight back and win. Then, he came to love and hate in equal parts the way others looked at him, trying to gauge if they wanted to talk to him or run from him. He knows how tall he is, and that his muscles are packed, the width of his shoulders. He likes his dexterous hands, he likes his strong jaw and smooth voice, how it makes anyone shake a little bit. He loves that he can pick you up and manhandle you so easily, like his body was made to worship and adore yours. He likes his cock too, even though you were weary of it at first, not sure if it would fit. He lives for the way it takes everything in you to take him. How he breaks you apart every time, threading the line between pleasure and pain, between worship and desecration. He goes insane for your pussy, his own personal heaven, made for him to lick and fuck and breed. Loves your thighs and covers them in bite marks, your legs wrapped around him, loves your pretty tummy and the way it goes all taut when youâre on your hands and knees as he presses on your back until your arms give out. He loves your dainty hands in his. He loves your neck with his teeth and his kisses, holding your life in his hands. Heâll sometimes possessively grope your ass out of nowhere, just to make you jump, and he loves fondling your tits in the crudest, most vile way possible, to make his good girl squirm and blush, reminding you that your his. A contrast to when he lays on your chest to listen to your heartbeat, your hands running through his hair, making delicious little shivers run down his spine, his hips and into his cock. And what makes his heart burst and his eyes twitch, what makes him so unbelievably hard, is your face, all of the thousand different smiles you have, your plush lips and your delicate teeth, your sweet tongue, your nose he canât stop kissing, your jewel-like eyes he has to make himself look away from, your elegant cheekbones and the curve of your jaw. The little beauty marks in random places. Canât forget about your voice, soothing him and exciting him in turn. Sometimes it almost makes him hate himself, that he was born to kill and ruin and destroy, that this is what he is the absolute best at, when all he wants to do is worship your beauty and your life. Heâll have to settle for sex, to make up for all he cannot say.
c ¡ cum
Heâs only a man, isnât he? Itâs natural to want to come inside you all the time, he reassures himself. Itâs biology. He loves when you swallow him down too, begging for his cum down your throat, on your face too sometimes. He had to pull out of you (ignoring your frustrated whines) to make himself come on your stomach so many times when you were just starting to mess around. Now that he knows the absolute ecstasy of emptying himself deep inside you, of filling you up, making you utterly his, heâs never, ever pulling out again.
d ¡ dirty secret
His intelligence and terrifying laser-focus, his ability to strategize and predict an exact outcome. Mind tricks and invincibility, combined with his physical abilities and talent for violence, it made him a dream for shinras science department and would have made him a nightmare for such a sweet girl if he didnât love you so much. Being on the receiving end of his full, undivided, eternal attention feels like standing in the eye of an omniscient god who just really, really wants whatâs between your thighs, whatâs behind your ribs, whatâs inside your skull. His frequent deployments and ventures mess even more with his need to claim you, and your need to be claimed, to be held and possessed by him, and because youâre so smart, you do some research and shyly suggest that he give you a toy only he could control. His brain fully stops functioning for a moment, especially since you bring this up during a fully clothed conversation about your mutual feelings. You take his silence for hesitation, or even worse, rejection, so you give him some more arguments, about how you both love and crave when he orders you around and you obey him perfectly, the relief and sense of rightness that floods you both when youâre at his mercy. How he gets off on telling you youâre his, his and only his, making you repeat it back to him. When his hand rests around your throat at all times without squeezing, just because he needs to feel you with him. When he rewards you endlessly for being such a good girl for him, for keeping yourself safe like he taught you, for sucking his dick when he told you to, for showing him how wet his voice makes you. You say all that, and he says âAnything for you.â in that voice of his, desire burning in his eyes.
e ¡ experience
Not much but that doesnât mean he canât fuck. Sephiroth was primarily focused on his goals and his connection to Jenova, not on romantic relationships. But then you came along. In a way you helped guide eachother. He hears your wants and needs, turning them into realities. You learn from eachother.
f ¡ fav position
He loves it all, with a preference for anything that allows him to see your face, all of your blushing, see how you look up at him in pure adoration and love. He needs something that allows him to cage you in, hold you against him, all safe and sound, for him to position however he wants. Heâs a big fan of fucking you on your back with your ankles crossed behind his neck, folding you until youâre completely at his mercy, opened up for him to take. Really loves fucking you on your side as well, especially in the middle of the night, under the covers, with you all tangled in his arms, your leg high on his waist, every inch of you pressed against him. Prone doggy works really well too, especially when he covers you with his heavy body, better than any weighted blanket, to take away all your anxieties and help you focus on nothing else than receiving his love, and giving him all of yours. Sometimes he takes you against a wall, when he wants to show off his strength, but your height difference can make it somewhat awkward.
g ¡ goofy
Sephiroth = very dry, and dark, sense of humor. He can be witty at times. When you first began your relationship, he tried so hard to make you laugh even if the jokes were awkward, so youâd relax and feel safer with him. He allowed you to make little jokes in bed, because he knew the tension was hard on your poor nerves. Heâd be lying if he said he wasnât nervous either. The nervousness melted away eventually.
h ¡ hair
Sephiroths not very hairy on the rest of his body, courtesy of his light hair. The hair on his head is a different story. Sometimes during sex youâd pull on it without realizing, earning a graon and a, âDo that again.â from above you.
i ¡ intimacy
Any sort of relationship with Sephiroth will need a stupendous amount of trust and intimacy to even exist in the first place. He, just like you, is far too intense, too odd, too traumatized to allow for regular human feelings and relationships. Sex with him feels like you could drown if you arenât careful. If he didnât keep you conscious and swimming in his arms, in the tsunami of feelings and sensations you bring to each other. It feels like a declaration of love every time, and you cry under him more than a few times (heâs always so proud of you for giving him so much). Everything about living with Sephiroth is intimate, the s necklace around your neck, the ache between your legs, his scent in your bed, his kisses whenever heâs close to you, his voice permeating your dreams. When you bring him a glass of water while heâs doing reading, and he loops an arm around your hips to bring you closer. He looks up at you just long enough to kiss your hip in thanks, and you curl up with your own book on the couch opposite to him, not prying in his business, but still present. He takes you to bed twenty minutes later. When he makes you strip in front of him while he sits with his legs spread. When you both wake up in tandem at three on some random thursday night, overcome with love, even though you already had each other not five hours ago, you lift your leg over his hip he can slide inside of you. Your face pressed against his throat, while he mumbles insane words about how much he loves you, thanking you for letting him inside you, that he knows it hurts, and youâre his little slut and he loves you to death.
j ¡ jerk off
Sephiroth has this uncanny ability to dominate his environment, to use every single piece of sensory information, of material component for his own purposes. He remembers every sensation, every ache, every movement. He remembers every pleasure, every taste, every feel. When heâs deployed, thousands and thousands of miles away from you, the only thing that can put him to sleep is to drown himself in every sensory memory he has of you. When heâs sharing living areas with his fellow soldiers, he sometimes contents himself with remembering the silk of your skin and the weight and texture of your muscles when he gives you a massage, or the sound and light pulsing of your heart when he lays his head on your chest. Most of the time though, he needs more. He canât help it, heâs only a man. Heâs real good at risking his life, at killing, at being a strategist, analyzing, at manipulating intel out of every person and item around him. Heâs also a healthy young guy with a really hot girlfriend and very high libido. He needs the release so he doesnât go insane again, so his aggressiveness wonât make him do something stupid when heâs out on the field, with dangerously high levels of testosterone thrumming through his blood and his brain reminding him of what you look like bent over. Heâs always rough with himself, the way he usually is with you, because he doesnât know of any other way to express his love for you. Other than to utterly ravage you and himself. He usually thinks of something absolutely depraved, like of being a deranged stalker slipping into your bedroom at night, while youâre sleeping naked and feeling all safe, unaware of the predator looking at you. His hand tugging at his cock faster as he imagines standing over you, pulling your covers down and kneeling over you so he can stare directly between your legs, jerking off on top of your dreaming body, until he comes all over your sex, your inner thighs, your lower belly. A terrifying gift for you to wake up to, so you know thereâs a monster watching over you. It makes him so hard to think youâll always have his claim on you.
k ¡ kink
Panty thief? maybe. Definitely has a scent kink, obsessive/possessive, slight stalker tendencies. Light somnophilia. Very into marking and soft restraints. Wants to know everything about you, all the time. Cannot get enough of hearing you whine and blabber âI love youâ when heâs inside you, making you come. Feeling safe to be so utterly needed and worshipped by one he worships also. He knows he likes being in control. he also knows how grateful he is that you give yourself to him. Shibari makes sense then and it makes him go berserk. Nothing else exists in his big brain other than the ritual of tying you up, taking you both into this other space, and you, all bound and pretty, at his mercy, it makes him want to spoil you rotten, want to make you come until you pass out. His whole life, his day to day, his work is a continuum of violence and domination. Heâs only ever getting more dangerous, endless potential where most men his age have already reached their prime. It feels sane/normal for him to be in command, to know exactly where he is going, to hurt and kill and destroy in favor of a larger objective. Or maybe the opposite when he actually saves someone. Itâs just in his nature, and then he comes home to his partner and takes her as he should.
l ¡ location
He has a preference for your place, because it smells and feels like you. Never in public.
m ¡ motivation
Heâs heavily touch-starved, touch-desperate, touch-ravenous. Sephiroth cannot get enough of your hands all over him, caressing his face, tangling in his hair, massaging his scalp, his neck, all over his chest, digging into his back, grabbing his ass, caressing his cock. Even just holding hands gets him going, or when you touch his forearm, trace his muscles and veins with your fingers, and heâs got a thing for you kissing his arm when youâre out in public. It makes him feel so wanted by you, helps him understand you truly do love him. Praise. You praising him. You begging for him. Him providing for you. âSephi, I love you so much,â with tears running down your flushed face, followed by a little hiccup of pleasure, as he methodically ravages you. âYou feel so good inside me, so big, perfect fit.â When you finger yourself open and make yourself take four of your dainty fingers in front of him, dripping wet, begging him that youâre ready, that you can take it, and itâs still a stretch when he fills you up. You telling him you need him, canât live without him, need his cock, need his cum. Giving yourself to him. He loves protecting you, keeping you safe and sound. Making sure you have everything you need. He needs to be your reason for living, the one you want entirely. He needs you to take his love, take his cock, take his teeth on your neck and his hands all over you. Any show of intimacy gets him going, from you crying in his arms to falling asleep curled up next to him, showering together, whispering your deepest secrets. He also has a (barely) hidden wish to get you pregnant, make you fully his. I shouldâve added that to kinks. Breeding kink.
n ¡ no
Not a strict no at first, but he doesnât really like being penetrated. Heâs tried it and it just doesnât do it quite right for him, though it does make him more considerate towards his partner he tops. A bit of spanking is okay in his book but heâd never want to take it further than that when it comes to violence. Heâs rough, and strong, and big, and passionate, but heâd never hurt you for real. You feeling safe in his arms, being needy for his touch is what he craves.
o ¡ oral
Oral is a whole topic for Sephiroth. Its very own category of sex he could spend hours on. He loves eating pussy. He loves giving because it feels so intimate, so good, he wants you on his tongue with your thighs shaking and squeezing around his head. He loves to bite your inner thighs, to make you spread your legs wider. Loves to fuck his tongue inside you and feel you clench, feeling you dripping. Gently sucking on your clit until you go from tense and thrashing to soft and crying his name, begging him to stop, but he knows better, right? This pretty pussy belongs to him, and heâll lick it for as long as he wants. And you sob out a âYes, Seph..â that makes his cock throb. He adores making you sit on his face, ready to worship you like the little goddess you are. His offering to you white and sticky on his skin where he came untouched, just from the ecstasy of being surrounded by your body. He loves it as much as you love sucking his cock, taking him on your knees with your aching throat stuffed full. Youâve spent just as many hours licking his cock, the two of you training your mouth, your jaw, your throat to open up enough for him to slide deeper, and deeper, like you cannot get enough of him no matter how much it hurts. He learns you need it as much as he does, and as your dynamic progresses, he learns to use it as a way to center you and himself, to fulfill your mutual craving for obedience. When he comes home and tells you to get on your knees before he even kisses you, tells you to keep his cock warm while heâs reading through a debrief. He never knew there would be so much intimacy in fucking your pretty mouth, holding you down, coming down your throat as there is in licking you open, having his face all drenched in you, feeling every fold of your pussy on his tongue. He also really, really loves to 69.
p ¡ pace
Sephiroth naturally tends towards the rough and fast, but he learns to be soft, to be slow, to be gentle not only because heâs concerned about the stretch he imposes on your sweet cunt, but also because you teach him to explain his feelings without violence. Itâs hard for him, but he tries, really hard. Heâs especially good at going slow and soft when heâs already come once, or when youâre the more assertive one. Heâll usually be softer when youâre particularly fragile and vulnerable, broken down by whatever troubles your mind and the harshness of the world, to remind you that heâs here and always will be. Heâll protect you against everything but himself, and you can let go of everything else if you just hold onto him.
q ¡ quickie
Penetration with no prep is difficult at best, impossible at worst, but he knows exactly how to take care of you when you suddenly get needy for him and he has no time. Gathers you in his arms, âSpread your legs for me.â and kisses you while his long fingers work you open, mercilessly hitting every single nerve inside you without the slow buildup you prefer, and it feels like electricity running through you, too much, too fast, too strong, and he pulls an orgasm out of you before you can get your bearings, putting you in this fuzzy headspace where he rules everything. Sephiroth loves you all out of sorts and fucked out like this, allowing him to take your body, and to take your mind into a place where you donât need to think. âI need to leave soon, so you just need to open your pretty mouth and let me fuck your throat, can you do that?â
r ¡ risk
His life is molded around risk and danger. He never risks you, but sometimes the heat of battle, of absolutely dominating during a mission , of danger, it makes him hard, makes him see red, and if you were there, he would do things to you he would not be proud of in the morning.
s ¡ stamina
It took months of continuous sex and of you repeating to him that you loved him and needed him, for his dick to finally occasionally get soft after his first orgasm. Itâs better now, but he can still spend the night between your legs, overstimulating you both to tears, coming half a dozen times until he physically cannot get hard anymore, and you canât even sit up.
t ¡ toys
Big fan of them. Especially since he loooooves overstimulating you.
u ¡ unfair
Heâs not that big of a tease, preferring to overstimulate you until youâre sobbing. He knows it hurts to not have anything inside you when youâre turned on, but it also hurts when he forces his cock inside you without any preparation. So he settles for shushing you, gathering you in his arms so he can make out with you while fingering you open, the delicious stretch of his fingers so satisfying. You writhe and moan and curl in his arms like a kitten in heat, and he kisses you endlessly, pressing his weight against you to pin you down, not giving in to your pleas for his dick just yet, âneed to stretch you a little more, okay?â
v ¡ volume
Sephiroth is vocal for sure. His voice drops an octave when heâs turned on, he canât help it. When he tells you dirty things it often ends in animalistic sounds, heâs a growler. He tries to muffle those sounds at first, afraid of scaring you, because youâre so pretty and sweet, you donât deserve to get fucked by someone who can barely keep himself from sinking his teeth into your pretty throat. Then he understood that you like the gravel in his voice, and his breaths, his moans, his whines, his breathless little growls that rumble in his chest. He learns to be a little louder for you. Most of all, he learns how wet his voice makes you, and that his pet names, loving and degrading and praising you. It makes you go insane. He loves making you whine, cry out, and sob his name. Loves when he manages to break through your self consciousness until you forget everything but him and scream.
w ¡ wild card
Can occasionally be submissive, usually when emotion is breaking him down, and your love is the only thing keeping him from drowning, the only light at the end of the tunnel. That usually means you overstimulating him like he does you, telling him you love him while kissing his forehead, and he whines and comes and comes and comes. Will send you dick pics, and videos of himself jerking off, especially when heâs away. He has a secret folder in his phone cause he just misses you. You make him hard even when youâre not there. He keeps a stash of slutty pictures of his love.
x ¡ x-ray
Sephiroth is big everywhere, and he knows it.â¨âF-fuck Seph, youâre so biiiigâ makes his head spin, and when you add âitâs too big, I canât take itâ with wet eyes brimming with tears, looking up at him in adoration, he has no choice but to reply: âItâs not even halfway in, honey. I know you can take it, though, canât you? Just trust me, baby, give yourself to me.â He shows you he can split you open without pain, bigger than anything you thought was possible for you, taking you to a place beyond ecstasy. It takes all of your focus each time, feels more like a religious experience than anything else, like receiving a god inside you. But for him youâll do anything. Rearrange your body however he wants, loving him as intensely as he loves you.â¨
y ¡ yearn
Ready to go at a momentâs notice, ever eager for your touch, your kisses. Sephiroth is a frozen abyss of thought and feeling that never learned how to express anything other than what he needs to accomplish, specific objectives. Thereâs a presence inside him howling for love, bleeding for your attention. Heâd like to have you every morning and every night. Have you preen under his caresses during the day, and allow him to do awful things to your body while you sleep. Trusting him like heâs some kind of knight instead of a wild animal.
z ¡ zzz
Sephiroth has had trouble sleeping for years now, never really having a truly safe place to rest at night has messed with his brain. In your cozy little place though, in your plush bed, his body closest to the door, you curled up in his arms, he slowly learns to relax and let go of constant vigilance. Sex helps too, especially when he allows himself to use you until heâs come once, twice, sometimes thrice or more. Then after youâre both cleaned up, he wraps you up in his arms and kisses you until you both drift off. You usually wake up with his arms around your throat and face, pressing you fully against him, an iron embrace youâd have trouble breaking from if he didnât wake up at the same time as you.
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i hc sephiroth as a sub most of the time but i love picturing him this way too.
jinshi becoming the emperor is a popular ending that some fans want. however, while i do see the appeal, i'm still actively against it, and the reasons most fans give for why he shouldn't become emperor feel a bit lacking.
it's always:
he's insecure
he's horrible at delegating tasks
he's too kind, and the emperor's role would force him to act against his morals, and the weight of it all would eventually kill him emotionally, mentally, spiritually, and physically.
BUT i have yet to see anyone else bring up jinshi's line in LN 13, where he explicitly states that the reason he is not interested in the throne is because he does not want to be in a position where NO ONE CAN STAND BESIDE HIMânot even the empress.
while most of the listed reasons are correct, i feel this one holds the most importance. not just because it came directly from jinshi himself, but because it speaks to who he is as a character and person. it's not solely because he dislikes the heavy responsibility that comes with ruling a nation, or he feels like he's lacking in many areas, but because he has a bleeding heart that longs for nothing more than a real, genuine connection with people all his life.
i once read in a reddit thread where someone made a distinction between the current emperor and jinshi. they said, âone is the son of heaven and the other is just a man.â that sentence has stuck with me ever since.
jinshi is someone who has longed to be seen all his life. not as a celestial nymph or a heavenly being, but just a manâa human being who can be scarred, wounded, bruised, brought low, and show weakness. an emperor's position does notâcannotâallow any of that.
he works well when he's actively involved with the people he wants to help; he thrives when he sees his beloved apothecary getting to do what she loves, and he has no issues getting mocked and insulted if it means helping people in any way he can.
i just feel like jinshi has so much love to give. let him walk with the people he cares for deeply! let him be imperfect like everyone else! don't place him somewhere so high up, not even the love of his life can reach him.
i hope the author knows how to conclude his character, given how deliberately she's been writing him. jinshi is undoubtedly a great leader, but i don't think he will ever become a great emperor.
a few of my fave pages ive drawn for chapter 3 (currently wip, im finally off hiatus) of my KNY oc fan manga (ft. Shinobu and Kokushibo)
link to the manga if yall wanna read the chapter when it comes out/read whats already out:
The Man and the Moon
I really hate toxic fans, especially those who belittle other characters to elevate their own favorite character.
These days, the most toxic fans are Kanao, Giyuu, and Mitsuri fans.**This post is only for toxic fans.**
Let's start with Giyuu's toxic fans. There's a certain guy who constantly says things like "Everyone excludes Giyuu, that's why he's depressed and has such a low self-esteem!" and many other ridiculous things. First of all, no, dude, this has nothing to do with the other demon slayers or hashiras.
Giyuu distances himself from them because he doesn't think he's worthy of being a Hashira. There's no one excluding Giyuu, he's excluding himself.
Also, as for "Shinobu bullying him," no. This isn't bullying, She just teasing him. You might feel uncomfortable watching it, but Giyuu doesn't mind it and enjoys talking to Shinobu. This was said by Gyomei.
Now let's talk about Mitsuri's toxic fans. They claim she carried the Final Battle, but she didn't. She couldn't do anything. I like Mitsuri and see her as a wasted potential, but to say Mitsuri carried the battle while Shinobu was useless is foolish.
You'd have to have poor reading comprehension to say that. Shinobu was the one who came up with the idea of the poison that aged Muzan and, by working with Tamayo to produce numerous antidotes, carried the Final Battle with Tamayo.
But unfortunately, Mitsuri couldn't do anything. Mitsuri had potential, but it wasn't used.
And for the Toxic Kanao fans, you constantly bring down Shinobu to raise Kanao. But Kanao has limited advantages over Shinobu, especially in physical strength and durability, but if the two of them went 1v1,
Shinobu would definitely win. Kanao could never match her speed, and Shinobu is a poison user. She could inject poison into Kanao without her even realizing it. - If Shinobu can create a poison that can weaken the Demon King, she can create poison in humans.- And Kanao loses.
And you keep saying Shinobu "Shinobu would be trash if not for her poison" and that's ridiculous Shinobu uses poison to kill demons. It's the same as saying other demon slayer "They was trash if not for their sword and breathing techniques."
They also say "If it weren't for Inoske and Kanao, Shinobu's plan wouldn't have worked. Shinobu didn't do anything." If it If only Shinobu hadn't injected herself with 37 kilos of poison, no one would have been able to kill Douma and the war would have been lost. Bc no Hashira can defeat Douma.
Now, these toxic fans I'm talking about, shut up and read the manga with understanding this time.
Pairings: Sanemi x fem!reader; Giyu x fem!reader; Rengoku x fem!reader; bonus: Tengen x fem!reader
Word Count: 2,7k
Warnings: Not smut but it's getting heated y'all, heavy inspiration from apothecary diaries hehehehe, enjoy babes
I didn't feel like writing for quite some time and would totally appreciate you showing some love and support đ¤
Sanemi Shinazugawa
âI canât fucking stand youâ, you hiss through gritted teeth, body feeling like exploding any given minute.
Out of all the people around you, why does it always have to be him youâre assigned with? Why not Giyu, why not Rengoku? No, itâs always the asshole himself, the devil in person.
âJoin the club. I canât stand you either, but at least Iâm having fun with itâ, he jeers back, the veins on his forehead almost popping.
If thereâs one thing he hates more than anything else on this planet, it has to be you. Sanemiâs eyes glare you up and down as you walk in front of him, feet stomping onto the ground demonstratively while you make your way to the mansion you were assigned to.
No, thatâs not true. If thereâs one thing he hates more than anything else on this planet, it has to be that you hate him.
âLetâs just get this shitty mission over withâ, you mumble under your breath.
Fuck, youâre almost able to feel his gaze burning through your back while it takes all your focus not to trip like an idiot. You hate to admit it, hate to even think about it, but somehowâŚ
Why does the way he holds his sword have to be so damn attractive? Why does his voice force your heart to skip a beat, your knees to feel oh so weak? Why does it have to be him, the guy who hates you more than anyone else? Youâre nothing but a fool for falling for him so hard. God, you really need to pull yourself together. Maybe telling yourself over and over that you hate him as well will finally force some sense back into your brain.
Will it? Or maybe, just maybe telling him about those things might help. Maybe you need to get this off your chest, maybe you need to feel him rejecting you to finally move on. You clench your hands into tight fists, heartbeat picking up in an instant. Yes, you just have to do this. Thereâs no way youâll be able to act like that forever. And after that, after he rejected you like the asshole he is, youâll definitely be able to hate him like youâre supposed to.
âSanemi, I really have to-â
But just when your courage took over, you arenât able to complete your sentence. A pair of razor-sharp teeth shoots just barely past your throat. An animal? A demon? You didnât even realize that the sun is already fully set, didnât even hear this lower-ranked demon coming. A dangerous mistake that right now, might cost your life.
âWatch out!â, Sanemi cries out behind you.
Images start to blur and overlap, you feel your body falling towards the cold hard ground. Are you dead, injured? Time seems to stand still, the only thing youâre able to do is pressing your eyes shut.
Until you land.
Softly.
â(y/n)âŚâ
You clench your hands even harder, body not able to comprehend what just happened. You were on your way to the ground, without any doubt. How is it possible that you landed so softly? Did the demon eat you, eventually?
âCan you justâŚstop?â
âSanemi?â
Immediately, your eyes dart towards the sound of his whiny voice.
Underneath you.
Sanemi Shinazugawa is lying under your very own body, trapped between your legs, kept in place by your hand.
Your handâŚWhat is that soft feeling? A frog, maybe? You squeeze a little tighter. To be honest, you never really touched a frog-
â(y/n)!â, Sanemi cries your name in a way heâs never done before, his cheeks so bright red that it leaves worry lines all over your face.
âDid you catch a fever? No wonder considering that cold wind youâve made earlier while training. I told you over and over that-â
âYour handâ, Sanemi presses out.
âRemove your fucking hand.â
Your hand? You shake your head in sheer confusion. What on earth does this have to do with your hand?
While one of your palms rests flat against the cool ground, the other still holds onto that squishy but somehow comforting thing. Your eyes wander down your own arm, searching for what might be a frog.
You swallow hard, hand snapping away in an instant.
God, you want to die. Right here on the spot. Without any last words.
Is this really, did you really touch himâŚthere?
âIt wasnât a frogâ, you mutter in sheer horror while lifting yourself off the boy underneath you.
âA frog!?â
âIâŚI thought this was a frog! Why didnât you tell me earlier that IâŚthat I touched you there!?â, you cry out in nothing but horror.
âWhy the hell did you think it was a frog, idiot? I definitely donât feel like a frogâ, Sanemi gives back while grabbing your arm.
âAnd stop wiping your fucking hand like you just touched something dirty!â
âIâŚI need to go nowâ, you announce in a haste.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck.
You really touched Sanemi down there. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the boy you always hated. No, the boy you secretly love.
And thatâs definitely worse.
âStay right where you are, (y/n)âŚWeâŚWe still have this stupid mission going and I donât wanna get scolded by Shinobu for scaring you awayâ, the white-haired man mumbles, the pressure he puts on your wrist now becoming more gentle.
âRight.â
Get yourself together. Acting like a dumb teenager doesnât help the situation either. As if nothing happened, you straighten your shoulders and start walking towards the estate again.
An uneasy silence begins settling between both of you, Sanemi just strolling by your side without even looking your way. Fuck, this is so awkward and strange. What are you supposed to do? Not saying a word until the mission is over, talking about the weather?
âThank you for saving me from that demon earlierâ, you blurt out without thinking twice.
âIâm still not over the fact that you called me a frogâŚâ, he mumbles while shaking his head.
âWhat else was I supposed to say? I really thought it was a frog!â, you try to defend yourself.
In the split of a second, you find yourself pinned against a nearby tree.
âA frog, huh? No problem, Iâm gonna show you itâs anything but a frogâ, he hisses though gritted teeth.
âS-show me what?â
Giyu Tomioka
âYou need to listen to your surroundings. The only thing youâre fighting with are your eyesâ, Giyu explains briefly while putting a blindfold over your eyes.
Word of protest get stuck in your throat. No, it took you way too long to convince the water hashira to train you. To be exact, a couple of letters from Sakonji and you begging on your knees. Youâll definitely wonât risk him turning his back on you again over something as stupid as a blindfold.
âYou need to focus on your other senses as well.â
Like the sound of his calm voice that makes your heart skip a beat? Or the faint smell of grapes that sticks to his clothes and tingles your nose?
âI said focusâ, he warns you.
You blink into the darkness and straighten your shoulders. Heâs right. Youâre here to get trained by the water hashira and not to pine after him. You have to prove yourself. You have to show him youâre worthy of his time.
âGo.â
He doesnât have to tell you twice. With a swift motion you dart forwards, follow the sound of his steps. You furrow your eyebrows while desperately trying to focus on the ever so slightly crush of branches underneath his feet, your bare skin eager to feel the tiniest brush of wind.
But before youâre even able to detect him, you feel his hand roughly slapping the back of your head.
âYouâre not trying good enoughâ, he comments calmly.
Thatâs it, the moment youâve been waiting for. You turn around as fast as possible, your arm on its way to hit him.
Now you have Giyu, now youâre finally able to strike back.
Your hands hold onto something when he forces you around swiftly.
And then you hit the ground.
âWhat the hell was that?â, you bark while yanking away that stupid blindfold.
But when your eyes meet his, your breath gets stuck in your throat.
âGiyu? Are youâŚalright?â
His cheeks are bright red, a thin coat of sweat covering his forehead while he stares at you with widened eyes. What is going on? Is there something behind both of you?
â(y/n)âŚâ
He breathes out your name like a prayer, a minor whimper escapes his oh so beautiful lips.
âHey, your worrying me. Whatâs going on?â, you question, eyes scanning him up and down.
Until your gaze wanders to your very own hand.
That rest just where his private parts are.
âOh!â
Immediately, you stumble backwards while wiping your hand against your uniform like the idiot you are. How the hell did you not realize that you were touching him there?
âI-IâŚIâm so s-sorry! It wasnât on purpose!â, you cry out immediately.
Youâre screwed. What if Giyu thinks youâre a disgusting freak, a pervert? You never touched a man like that in your entire life, never knew what it would feel like. ButâŚyou never imagined it to feel this big. No wonder though, Giyu definitely seems like the kind of guy who keeps his secrets to himself.
â(y/n), can youâŚstop staring at me like that?â, he mumbles.
Your dirty eyes widen when you start to notice that you were still staring at his pants.
âIâm so sorry!â
âI think I need to go for a few minutesâ, he announces awkwardly while getting up.
âWhat? Please donât leave, I promise Iâll keep my hands to myself! I will be more careful, I will make sure something like this n-â
â(y/n), please just stop talking. I need to calm down. Now excuse me.â
âBut Giyu, please donât leave me hanging! I donât want us to stop training, thereâs still so much you need to teach me-â
âI need a couple of minutes toâŚtake care of something.â
âTo take care of something?â, you repeat visibly confused.
What on earth does he have to take care of now? His very own hand wanders to his pants, adjusting what looks like a visible bump.
A bump.
You swallow hard.
âOh.â
Instinctively, you turn around, your cheeks now bright red.
âO-okay. Got it. Sorryâ, you mutter.
Kyojuro Rengoku
â(y/n), stay by my side!â, Kyojuro instructs you while dashing down the dark forest.
Your heart pumps rapidly, mouth already tasting like iron. To be honest, you are exhausted. Exhausted of running, exhausted of fighting, exhausted of this cruel night. What time is it? When will the sun finally rise again? The only thing that keeps you going is him. The man who runs in front of you and shields you from demon attacks as often as possible.
Him, Kyojuro Rengoku.
âI canât do this anymoreâ, you mutter when your sight already starts to get foggy.
Kyojuro turns around, eyes springing back and forth between you and the army of demon who dash behind both of you.
What now? He canât watch out for you while killing off all those demons. No, heâs forced to wait until help arrives. Otherwise, you might get hurt. Or even worseâŚ
He shakes his head ever so slightly, eyes focusing on whatâs in front of him. Kyojuro was never the type to hide like a coward, but right now, this might be your only chance.
âFollow me.â
Gently, he grabs your hand and drags you behind him, dashing towards what looks like a small cottage at neck-breaking speed.
âKyojuro, what are you doing?â, you question in sheer confusion.
He managed to leave all those demons behind, now running straight towards the cottage in front of them. What is his plan?
âWe will hide until help arrivesâ, he explains briefly.
With a swift motion, he opens and closes the door behind your trembling figure, eyes darting around the room without a real aim.
Until they land on a closet.
âHiding? But-â
âIâm sure Uzui will arrive within the next few minutes. But with you injured like this and countless demons chasing after us, Iâm not able to defeat them by myself while still making sure youâre fineâ, he explains briefly while gently shoving you into the closet.
Your breath gets stuck in your throat when he pushes himself inside next to you and closes the door, so close that youâre able to feel his breath tickling against your cheek.
âThank you for thinking about meâ, you breathe into the suddenly so private space.
âI always will, (y/n).â
A warm feeling spreads in your stomach as well as your now pounding heart. Itâs hard not to fall for a perfect man like him. Him who engulfs you with the sheer heat of his body. Him, who has never been this close to you before. Him, the man you love since the first time you saw him.
Your feelings threaten to overpower you just like your dizziness. In the search for hold, you adjust your body in the tiny space, hands searching for support.
A minor whine fills the otherwise quiet place, coming straight from Kyojuroâs lips.
âAre you okay? Did you hurt yourself as well?â, you question, now pulled out of your trance.
You didnât even have the time to think about Kyojuro with all those demons chasing after you. What if he got injured? How careless of you to not check on him sooner.
âNo, itâs justâŚYouâre squeezing my pelvic areaâ, he presses out.
âW-what?â, you shriek, instantly removing your hand.
âI-Iâm sorry, I thought I was holding onto a knob!â, you try to explain in an instant.
â(y/n), you are killing meâ, he suddenly mutters with unusual low voice.
âI doâŚwhat?â
In the matter of seconds, you find yourself trapped between his strong arms, the heat radiating from his body threatening to burn you alive while your glossy eyes stare at him through the darkness.
âI had my eyes on you for quite some time now. If Iâm being honest, I developed feeling for you a long time ago.â
Feelings? Kyojuro Rengoku developed feelings? For you? You have to be dreaming, hallucinating due to blood loss. But the pressure of his hands against your back is real just like his breath that caresses your face gently.
âKyojuro, I-â
You arenât able to finish your sentence. The split of a second is all it takes for the doors of the closet to swing open.
âNow, look what we have here. Two lovebirds cramped into a tiny space with (y/n)âs handâŚOh, I might have interrupted something hereâ, Tengen jeers at both of you with a dirty smile plastered onto his face.
âGet away from here right now!â, you cry out along with slapping his shoulder roughly.
âEmbarrassed because I caught you?â
âYou didnât catch us! This wasâŚan accident.â
âAnd accident?â
âAn accidentâ, Koyjuo confirms.
âYou canât fool me, lovebirds. But for now, letâs focus on those demonsâ, Tengen comments dryly while drawing his swords.
Bonus: Uzui Tengen
âYou need to help meâ, your beloved husband presses out through gritted teeth, his face twisted in pain.
âYeah, sure Iâll do anything!â
You have to blink a few times against the wave of panic that threatens to take you over, Uzuiâs blood sticking to your hands uncomfortably. You need to get yourself together, need to focus on helping your husband after this rough mission.
âPress your hand against my leg and stop the bleedingâ, he chokes, his head now resting against the rough ground.
âOkay, I can totally do that!â, you mutter.
Thereâs no time to waste. As fast as possible, you press your trembling palm against the warmth of his body, your eyes scanning his face for any reaction when a sudden whimper escapes his lips.
â(y/n)âŚI always love when you touch me there, but right now, I need you to press your hand against my leg.â
âOh!â
Immediately, you remove your hand from his groin and press it onto the gaping wound on his leg.
âI guess that was habit.â
"Well, now I'm horny and injured...", Tengen mumbles under his breath.
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