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Something More

A Genya X f!reader fic, post Infinity Castle arc.

Synopsis: Two years after defeating Muzan, and sometimes it still feels like nothing has changed. You’re still fighting, albeit lesser demons, but that’s just on the outside. What makes it easier is finally having Genya by your side, to wade through what’s left of your ever changing world.

Warnings: 18+, kinda established relationship, reader is a demon slayer, Genya stares and fights his demon instincts a lot, kinda slow burn in the way they’re in a relationship but never talk about it directly, both kinda delicate mentally, VirtueWarrior!Sanemi, some characters might seem OOC but i promise it’s trauma, growing up and it’ll serve its purpose (A/N: this is whole lotta lore dropped, the rest of the chapters are much smoother!)

< Part 1 > Part 2

Part One: Back to Start

Neither of you had said much to the other that morning. 

You’d woken up to silence, your room lit by the soft golden glow of morning sunlight that had crept its way through the soft tatami walls. It wasn’t surprising that Genya laid beside you wordlessly, barely even blinking as he stared a hole into the ceiling. You wondered if he had been that way for long, and if he would even admit it if you asked. He had been uncharacteristically quiet since that Kasugai crow had landed on your back porch a mere month after one had come for his brother. The silence worried you. Genya had a habit of getting lost in his head and a worse habit of being unable to bring himself back. He laid still as a rock, one arm under the blanket that had covered you both, and the other above it resting flat on his chest. You sighed so he’d hear you before you reached for his hand. Without looking away from the ceiling, he lifted your hand to his face, letting it rub against his unmarred cheek before swinging up on to his feet. 

“Let’s go.”

The silence dragged on when you both emerged from the Wisteria Inn in matching black corps uniforms. You hadn’t known he still owned a uniform. His original had perished like he almost had, just as yours had. You caught his eye before quickly looking down. It wasn’t that things were awkward, you just didn’t know how to talk about what was happening, or really, what you thought was happening. Because you didn’t know anything. You couldn’t know anything, Sanemi had been radio silent-

“We probably should’ve tried not to match.” 

Genya’s deep voice filled the space he was quickly closing between you. He looked as resigned as you felt, but still forced a small smirk pull at his lip as he looked down at you. Letting your eyes drop to straight ahead, you took in the standard uniform stretched across his chest. You rubbed your thumb over each button until you made it to his belt. 

“We probably should’ve tried not to match.” You tilted your head up to look at him teasingly. 

Genya hooked his pinky into the leather loop that held your nichirin sword on your hip, tugging you closer, “They sent one crow for the both of us, you think they’re gonna be that surprised by us matching?” His forced smirk melted into the soft smile you had missed so much.  

This feeling, this comforting but all encompassing burning sensation in your center, had been brewing well before the final battle. You had both known, hell, you figured everyone had known by the time Hashira training had come around. But you hadn’t acted on it, merely stayed attached at the hip. There was no room where Genya was that you weren’t, no training that you didn’t share, no walks that you ventured together on. And when missions had separated you, you had filled the void with letters that drove your Kasugai crows insane. Time dragged on between you, and the small little bursts of warmth had grown into a wildfire that you felt from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. A wildfire that burned when he was gone and held you in a comfortable warmth when he was nearby. But you were still slayers, living on borrowed time, walking corpses with an expiration date. Sure, you wanted to be around to see the beautiful after of a world without demons, but you weren’t naive enough to believe either of you would get to see it. 

Then the final battle had come, and the shock of seeing Genya on Death’s doorstep that had smacked sense into you both. 

The image of a frantic Sanemi, the once sharp tongued and impenetrable Hashira, screaming in agony as he’d dragged his broken body with his little brother over his back, was burned into your memory forever. It had taken months to stop hearing his grief, his tortured scream, as he had yelled Genya’s name as he stepped over the corpses of their comrades. Ripped clothing that was mostly red, but partially green and purple, were wrapped over bulging meaty pieces of flesh. The older Shinazugawa had used anything he could get his hands on to knot Genya’s body back together as parts were grotesquely grown back. It was the last thing you had seen before the world had faded to black.

When you’d woken up in your new world, and found out Genya was alive but unconscious, you stood vigil at his bedside. At first you’d tried to ignore the soft echo of pacing footsteps outside the door, but when food began showing up, you knew you couldn’t leave this up to the boys to figure out. When you had finally caught Sanemi in the act of leaving food outside the door, he had sputtered over his words, barely able to respond as you invited him to sit with you. Shy in an endearing way you would’ve never expected, he had politely declined but continued to haunt the hallway outside Genya’s room. 

When Genya had finally woken up, and was able to stay awake for long enough to show real improvement, Sanemi finally entered the room. He’d sat on Genya’s bed and shared his plans to head south to where him and Genya had been raised. Where they could live again, in peace. Where things could be better, according to Sanemi. You had sat stiff as a board and completely silent as you listened to what was obviously an invitation between brothers. 

That ‘sense’ that had been smacked into you was more of an unspoken mutual realization. It had been in his eyes when he’d awoken from his month long coma, in the way he held your hand in his own whenever he could, without shame, and in the way you hadn’t spent a day apart since then. 

But this was his brother, and the doubt crept in fast. This was Sanemi, his older brother who he had spent most of his life chasing, now offering a shared future. The idea filled your heart with dread. Until a familiar warmth had sunk into your palm. It had been the first time Genya had taken your hand in his in front of someone, and the first time he’d spoken without hesitation for the both of you, as a pair.

“We’ll go with you.”

So the three of you had headed South, and you watched the Shinazugawas learn to be brothers again. They healed where they had broken, and now that the hurt had finally stopped, here was the universe dissecting the scars...

—

You knew you’d made it to the Master’s compound when the smell of wisteria carried in the wind. 

The Master’s compound was as gorgeous as you remembered. The wisteria trees towered over the well followed stone path, making way for a dreamy, cool breeze that swirled around you and Genya. The wind gently lifted each delicate, purple petal, and sent them twirling around every step you took. 

Paradise. 

Two years ago, you would’ve felt comforted by the sweetness in the air, the beauty, the peacefulness of a compound run by a man equally as gentle. It was the cocoon from which a better world would come from. It was the promise that if this little piece of land could encompass these things, it could spread beyond it. You would’ve dared to call it home. Two years ago, The Demon Slayer Corps had realized that dream. You had defeated the king of demons, and all his upper moons. You had almost died, so many actually did. All in the name of peace. It was supposed to be a done deal.

But peace seemed to be just another passing season in your lives. 

Because here you were, making your way steadily towards the Master’s main house. Not your Master, because he’d sacrificed himself. His son, your new Master. The one who had led you all through that nightmare, who led you all to victory on that night. Who now summoned you as if the last two years meant nothing at all, dragging you both right back where it all started. 

Genya’s gentle rumble of a voice broke the silence, “If you don’t pick up your feet,” he mumbled, “you’re gonna trip.” 

You sighed. “How bad do you think it’ll be?” 

“Bad.”

You looked down at your sandals. They brushed against the stone path, while Genya’s black boots barely made a sound. Annoying, you thought, his feet are like twice the size of mine. You kicked a pile of petals on the stone in front of you. 

Genya groaned and swatted at the petals that threatened to land in his mane of hair. “He summoned Sanemi a month ago, and now us.” He rolled his shoulders back, his face pinched, “All this,” he rolled his hand through the air as he came to a stop, “wouldn’t be happening unless we were needed again.”

And there it was, the truth that the two of you had been dancing around for the past week.

Genya was still looking up at the trees when you pulled yourself out of your memories, “Fucking hate that smell.” his nose scrunched, “Always have.” 

“Come on,” you pulled him beside you, “let's not keep the Master waiting.”

-

“Ah, there they are!” The booming voice of Tengen Uzui rang across the courtyard, “Took your sweet time getting here.”

Tengen Uzui, former shinobi and Sound Hashira, stood tall on the porch of the Master's estate, his bejeweled eye patch dazzling in the afternoon sun. He looked exactly the same. Same mismatched painted nails, same magenta kimono. He wore his retirement like he'd worn his uniform- like a main character’s costume. For a man who had spent his life learning how to be in the shadows, he had a true knack for creating his own spotlight. The center of attention was where he thrived. You couldn’t find him more endearing, and giggled at his teasing while Genya huffed beside you. 

“How have you been, Tengen? You look well.” 

It wasn't a shock to have the Sound Hashira receive you. He had always used the Demon Slayer Corps land as a home base, especially since Master Kiriya had taken such a liking to him. From the letters you exchanged with his wives over the years, it sounded like they'd spent more time there than anywhere else, with Tengen taking on the role of mentor to the young Master. 

"About as well as yourself." he winked at you. 

Genya dramatically rolled his eyes, to Tengen’s absolute pleasure. 

“I thought you would’ve already dropped all that attitude, Shinazugawa!” Tengen grinned, “What with you traveling with such a beauty beside you.” 

“Pay attention to your own wives.” Genya growled out.

Your breath hitched and body temperature sky rocketed. Wife? You definitely weren’t married, but you’d acted like a married couple, didn’t you? Aside from the things married couples do, you hadn’t-

“Oh, I do.” Tengen laughed as he gestured for you both to follow him, “They’re around here somewhere,” the giant man nodded at you over Genya’s head, “My girls actually wanted to go to the hot springs with you tonight.”

“Oh, hot springs!” You happily clapped your hands together. 

"I'll let them know to come find you tonight." Tengen slid open the door that led to the washitsu that overlooked one of the master’s garden. “But this is where I leave you. Good luck you two…” He began to drag the door shut before he stopped it just short of the doorframe, “oh, and try a smile, Shinazugawa.”

“Fuck off!”

The door slid shut with a quick thud, and you could hear Tengen’s laughter carrying down the hallway as his footfalls got further and further away. 

“He can be so unbearable.” Genya groaned as you both kneeled before the closed entrance on the north wall. 

You shrugged, “I think he’s charming.” 

“Yeah, I got that.” He huffed, “Awfully nice to him, aren’t ya?”

You leaned over and placed a heavy hand on Genya’s muscled thigh, “M'nicest to you.” 

Before Genya could answer, the chimes signaling the master’s arrival rang and you instantly found yourself face down, bent forward in a polite bow. It struck you how you could go two years without any of this formality, and yet a single sound could trigger a movement like muscle memory. When you looked up, the master and his two sisters sat before you. 

Master Kiriya had gotten taller. 

It was almost a happy moment, seeing him and his two sisters. They were older, and while they still held themselves in such a regal, proper manner, just seeing how they’d grown, how they’d been able to grow past the children who had been so doomed, made a shock of affection run through you. Motherless, fatherless, and missing two fifths of themselves, but now here they were: grown and thriving by the looks of things. For a moment it was easy to pretend this was just a reunion overlooking their garden, you and Genya bowed as a formality for the sake of tradition. But then Master Kiriya opened his mouth, and the beautiful illusion you’d built in moments shattered. 

“Thank you both for coming. I'm sure you're wondering why we asked you to come here today, so I won't keep you waiting. As you know, my father had theorized that once Muzan Kibutsuji was defeated, all demons would cease to exist.”

This was it. 

“It seems that theory was wrong.” 

Your heart squeezed in your chest, the air in your lungs pressed out of your body as a simmering heat and biting cold raged across your body. There was no way, not after this time, not after everyone had done so much. Flashes of chopped pink and green hair whipped through your memory like lightning, body parts and blood smeared across the ground, the screaming-

“There have been reported occurrences of animal attacks far north, coupled with reports of strange beings. There are some that accuse forest spirits of being to blame. But what is most puzzling,” your whole body tensed, “is all of these sightings are reportedly happening in multiple neighboring villages, but when you map the area…. The village in the epicenter has not reported any activity.”

“A base.” Genya mumbled.

“We need seasoned slayers like you and Genya to verify these accounts and gather further information.” Master Kiriya held up his hand, keeping you both quiet as he stepped down the wooden steps until he was a mere yard away from you, “Please listen closely, this is not a mission. The Demon Slayer Corps have long been disbanded. You are under no obligation to accept this request, and I understand if you could not accept.”

The idea of refusing wasn't an option. Your shared response was instant, “We’ll go.”

You both glanced at each other, your bodies mirroring each others. You were both leaned forward, shoulders tensed and ready to leap forward. Genya had that intense furrow in his brow, a slight snarl in his upper lip. It was the kind of aggression that promised action… a look that was admittedly your favorite. 

Master Kiriya’s voice disrupted your straying thoughts, “Then it’s settled. The two of you will head to the north side of Mount Natagumo.” Your stomach rolled. “That’s where you’ll find the village without any reports. Go, talk to locals, send your crows back with any information you may gather.” The two of you sat perfectly still at the feet of the master, holding on to his every word, “If you find things become unmanageable, send for help.” 

You both nodded. The rest of the meeting passed in a blur. Locations, victims, witnesses, all of it had been shared with your crows already. You only had until morning, then you would officially be demon slayers again. The thought alone had you bowing in autopilot. The two of you had made it just outside the barrier gate to the Masters compound when Genya had gently grasped your elbow and steered you until you were both leaned against the stone wall that lined the estate. Genya’s shoulders slumped inward as he curled in towards you.

“Are you- do you” you felt the pit in your stomach grow as you watched Genya trip over his words in a way you hadn’t seen in years, “A-Are you alright?” 

"I just- I can't believe this is happening. I just keep thinking of her-" You squeezed your eyes shut as another flash of pink rippled through your vision, "After everything we sacrificed-"

“If they’re really back,” Genya interrupted softly, “if this is really happening, when we're on that mountain, I want you to leave." His face softened, "Let me handle it, baby.” You almost didn't react because of how softly he addressed you, but when his words hit you you started shaking your head. Genya gently cradled your cheek in his hand, “I don’t want you there-“

“I want to be there.” You told him firmly, “We promised. Where you go,” you gently pulled his hand from your face so you could hold it in your own, “I go, right?”

You both looked at each other, a small wave of relief rolling over the raised edges of your anxiety. Genya’s fingers wiggled their way between yours until your hands were clasped together between the both of you.

“Hey!” You and Genya both jumped at the loud familiar voice, “Haven’t you heard it’s against corps rules to fraternize with your fellow swordsmen?” 

Behind Genya, Sanemi walked towards you both. Surprisingly, he was still in his civilian clothes: a blue kimono and dark grey hakama pants. While the sight had been a usual one at home, it felt out of place now. You weren't sure why you expected his hashira uniform, but given the circumstances you guessed you were just falling back to your older mindset. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and stepped around Genya, pulling him by the hand towards his brother, “Do rules still exist if the Corps are disbanded?” You teased. 

The former Wind Hashira smirked, “I don’t know, sweetheart, doesn’t feel very disbanded to me.” When he got within arms reach, he poked your forehead, “Kid.” 

“Nemi.” Genya cut in, still holding your hand but stepping in front of you so both boys could press their heads together like a pair of cubs. 

You cooed at the display of affection, “I think he missed you, Sanemi.”

Sanemi snorted, “You two just miss my cooking.” 

“I never said I missed you.” You poked at his blue kimono, “Although. It is really hard to find good oha-“

“Shut up!”

— 

Genya smiled as he watched you go back and forth with his brother. He would never get tired of the way you two bickered. 

When you had first agreed to go south with them, Genya had been worried. Things between the two of you had been easy, as long as you didn’t count your first meeting. And while Genya had never really forgotten the warmth that Sanemi had once radiated, you had met Sanemi when his rage had been in control. When he was callous, cruel and terribly impulsive. He had scars from head to toe that he happily displayed, and now he was missing part of a hand. Genya had worried you’d be afraid of his brother, afraid of what you might think of Genya when you realized all that they shared, that you might not find any comfort being surrounded by the Shinazugawas. But as effortlessly as you had seeped into Genya’s heart, you had wormed your way into Sanemi’s. At first it had been bittersweet, seeing Sanemi take to you so playfully reminded him of how he’d been with their smallest sister, Sumi. But now, with Sanemi so close and so familiar again after almost half a lifetime without him, Genya watched you two with a sense of pride, a purpose. 

You two were his family. 

“Look at them!” Your laughter warmed Genya as he watched you point up at your Kusagai crows playing with each other over your heads.

“Yeah, why don’t you three show us home!” Sanemi yelled up at the bird trio, “Come on, we’re staying at the wind pillar estate.” Sanemi slung his arm over his brother’s shoulder and pulled him along behind you. You walked ahead, following the Kusagai crows happily. “I’m guessing you accepted the mission.” Sanemi lowered his voice, “Feel up to the job?”

Genya gave him a sharp look before he rolled his eyes, “Tengen.” 

“Ah, don’t say it like that.” Sanemi poked his cheek, “You would’ve had to tell me.”

While you would have blamed it on something as ridiculous as jealousy, Genya would say that his general lack of trust in Tengen was rooted in the seemingly questionable relationships he had with his fellow surviving Hashiras. Genya knew that Giyuu had stayed surprisingly close to the Sound Hashira, the two of them choosing to stay in their estates full time. The Water Hashira made the trek south to visit Sanemi from time to time, and always had jokes and stories from the wives. You and Genya had figured it was a stray cat situation. The water Hashira had been void of any happiness or affection, and the marriage of four was so warm and welcoming. But with Sanemi and Tengen, they always seemed to bring out the worst in each other. Thick as thieves. Especially the few times they'd visited: they gossiped, they competed and Genya wasn’t sure how wrong he was about the way the Sound Hashira looked at his older brother. He wasn’t a fan of the way Tengen looked at you either, or the way the ex-shinobi was always picking on him. 

There was just a lot about Tengen to dislike!

“You two gossip worse than old ladies having tea.” 

“I’ll have you know Hina makes a delicious matcha.”

“Hina?” Genya raised an eyebrow at his brother. 

Sanemi acted like he hadn't said anything at all, “When do you leave?” 

Still baffled but unwilling to prod anymore, Genya allowed it, “We leave in the morning… Might be nothing, might be something.” He leaned his head towards Sanemi, his eyes fixed on your back as you giggled at something the crows did, “What do you think?” 

“He has me training survivors.” Genya flinched, “Can’t wield a fucking sword, but can still kick the shit out of some of these bastards.” 

“Hey!” You stood on the hill ahead waving your arms, “You’re falling behind!” 

“I’m an old man!” Sanemi shouted back.

“You’re 23!” 

“I’m a war hero!” 

The way you rolled your eyes and huffed as you turned on your heel made Genya smile. Sanemi squeezed his shoulder as he leaned in, his voice lowered as the boys trailed closer to you.

“You could-“

“Don’t.” Genya cut him off, “I know what you’re gonna say but you won’t change our mind. We have to.” 

Sanemi dropped his hold on Genya to cross both his arms behind his head, “Just look after each other. You still have that future ahead of you.” 

Genya scratched his cheek to cover his blush.

By the time they'd arrived at Sanemi's estate, the sun had retreated behind the surrounding mountains. The older Shinazugawa had always refused to refer to this home as his own, he always had, but everyone knew the wind estate would always belong to the Wind Hashira. Even the Master. After the war, Master Kiriya had kindly gifted each estate to their prospective Hashira. The estate would be Sanemi's for as long as he lived. 

When you rounded the corner, you waved to the Kakushi sweeping out front.

“Welcome home!” The happy chorus of voices echoed through the entrance of Sanemi’s estate. 

You bowed politely at them, and made small talk as you waited for the brothers to catch up. When they did, Sanemi kept his head down and stepped up the small few steps to land on the porch.

“Everything in order?” Sanemi asked. 

The Kakushi nodded eagerly, “Yes sir, we’ve prepared two bedrooms for their stay. One for your brother in your wing and one in the east wing for her.”

You and Genya’s heads snapped towards each other, confusion on your faces. Genya took a step up on to the porch, “But-“

Sanemi turned around from behind the Kakushi and dragged his thumb across his neck. When the Kakushi turned around, Sanemi had dropped his hand and nodded. 

“Great, we’ve got it from here.” Sanemi waved his hand at the pair of Kakushi who stood wide eyed on the porch, “You’re dismissed.”

You forced a smile as you quickly scurried past the visibly confused Kakushi who stood frozen on the doorstep. Genya glared at Sanemi as he followed you both inside, completely oblivious. You knew what was coming so you stepped back, letting Genya pass you in the doorway so you could quickly shut it behind you. Sanemi had already started on Genya before you got a chance to turn around. 

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” You leaned back against the wall, ready to watch them go at it. “You can’t just come to a pillar estate and demand to sleep with someone who’s not your wife. Have some fucking decorum. What’d I raise, an animal?”

Genya crossed his arms and looked away from you both, “Didn’t have a problem with it at home.” He grumbled.

“What was that?”

“I said,” Genya petulantly raised his voice, “you didn’t say shit when we were at home!”

“Look,” Sanemi pointed his finger at Genya and poked at his puffed up chest, “I think the two of you are real cute, so I don’t say shit. Especially since it’s clear to me you’re doing nothing but sleeping.” You made a sound reminiscent of a wounded animal as you turned and cringed into the wall, “But here, you’re gonna show the manners I raised you with and not give those goddamn Kakushi anything to gossip about.”

“This is soooooo-“

“Don’t like it?” Sanemi had a wild look in his eye as he leaned into Genya's space, “Get married.” When the two of you looked anywhere but at the Wind Hashira, he barked out a laugh, "That's what I thought. Now come help me prepare dinner." 

-

After dinner, Genya and Sanemi walked around the backyard, surrounded by fireflies as they set up the training yard for the next day's exercises. The house behind the main compound had a lone light flickering in it, and Sanemi frowned when he noticed it.

"Those goddamn idiots, complained all day about being tired and now they're in there awake at this time." 

Genya grinned, "Want me to go in there?" 

"Don't start." you called from where you sat on the porch, "Let them do it to themselves, they'll pay tomorrow." 

Both Shinazugawas yelled back at you in unison, "That's no fun!" 

"HelloOoo!" Suma's voice carried through the training yard, "Anyone home?" 

"We're back here!" you excitedly leapt off the porch, your feet crunching over the gravel. 

The large gate swung open, and an excited Suma Uzui came charging through with her arms outstretched. With a scream of your name, she threw herself at you. You laughed as she shook you back and forth in her arms. Suma was shockingly strong for being so small and adorable. 

"You're going to suffocate her, Suma!" 

Looking over Suma's shoulder, heat filled your cheeks as Makio and Hinatsuru caught up to their overly excited wife. When Makio finally reached you, she barked at and dragged Suma off of you, just to launch herself at you. You laughed as you hugged her tight, Hinatsuru’s soft palm stroking the arm you had wrapped around her wife. 

"Hi, Sanemi and Genya!” Suma happily chirped while Hinatsuru waved to the boys. 

The Wind Hashira shyly waved back, not quite lifting his head to either woman. 

Makio finally let go but held you arms length away, "Heard you could use some girl time, you know," she gestured to the two men in the center of the yard, "since you've been stuck with those two."

Both brothers grumbled. 

"Yeah," Hinatsuru smiled at you, "we're way overdue for a hot spring soak. Will you come with us?"

"Of course!" you agreed. 

“Just you girls?” Genya called over his shoulder as he shoved another dummy upright.

Makio grinned, “Maybe Lord Tengen too. He just loves his hot springs.” 

Genya's head snapped right back in her direction.

“Makio!” Hinatsuru waved her hand at Genya, “She’s kidding, it’ll just be the four of us, honest.” 

“Yeah, we'd rather keep her all to ourselves!” Suma giggled as Genya looked between each woman like they were a code he had to decipher. 

You wanted to die. “Okay, great, let’s go!” Spreading your arms, you pushed all three women towards the gate, "Don't wait up!" you called over your shoulder. 

When you were finally outside of the gates, you fell easily into step with the charming Uzui women. You caught up, heard all about the crocheting that Suma was trying to learn, the tea smoked duck that Hinatsuru was trying to perfect and the new swordsmanship that Makio was training in. 

The three women were not only stunning, but incredible in their ways. You could easily see how they complimented each other. Suma, with her sweet curiosity and impulsiveness, Makio with her headstrong confidence and protectiveness over those around her, and Hinatsuru with her gentle touch and diplomatic nature. There was something incredibly endearing about each wife, and how they loved not only the same man but each other. By the time you'd made it to the hot springs and stripped down, you felt like you hadn't lost any time at all with the three women. 

"You look good." Hinatsuru softly told you as you walked down the stones that slowly lowered you into the water. 

"Thanks, we keep up with our training." you grinned, "More out of habit than anything." 

You looked over at Makio as she stretched just above the hot springs. Her body was as flawless as her wives, the hard planes of muscle holding together the softness of her hips and supple chest. 

"Stop showing off and just come in already!" Suma whined.

"Or you could stay right there." Hinatsuru called out.

You lowered half your face into the water as Makio squatted down with her legs spread before she slinked off the smooth bedrock into the water. Your cheeks burned as Suma whistled like a man on the street and Hinatsuru grinned.

"I can't believe you, you just want to rile up everyone tonight." you joked.

“Oh please, I was doing you a favor.” Makio pulled herself up to sit on a rock shelf that left her in the water from the waist down. Her wet tits reflected the moonlight. “You’re gonna get ravished when you get home.” 

You let out a squeak, shaking your head, “No!” 

“No?” Suma whined, “What do you mean no?” 

Hinatsuru leaned forward, “You still haven’t…” 

“No.” You choked out.

Makio cursed while Suma whined about how unfair and unbelievable it was that Genya hadn’t “manned up”.

“He sure acts like he’s all up in it.” Makio rolled his eyes, “Not married, not sleeping with you, what’s the hold up?” 

“I mean, we do sleep together, just not like that.” That was definitely not something you ever wrote in a letter. All three women shared a look, but it was Hinatsuru who gently pressed. 

"How did that start?"

"After the final battle," you shrugged, "we started having nightmares. Really bad ones," you looked down, away from the softened faces of the Uzui wives, "and it got worse, cause we'd wake up and be alone and then we'd panic-" you shrugged, "if you're dreaming that everyone is dead and wake up in alone in a dark room-" you shook your head, "One night, after we'd made it south, I heard Genya screaming in the middle of the night and I'd-" you chuckled, "I went right through his door." The other women chuckled with you, "He was having a bad dream, and when he'd woken up, panicked- He grabbed me and we just stayed like that. Come morning, Sanemi actually found us," you still blushed at the memory, "I thought he was going to kill him. But when we explained, he just walked away." 

"You slept through the night together?"

"Yeah!" you nodded, "That's how we got 'caught'," you curled your two fingers above the water, "we'd slept right into the afternoon."

“Have you guys talked about marriage?” 

“No!” You looked down into the water as you explained, “We haven’t really talked about us.” 

“Not at all?” When you shook your head, Makio went from annoyed to concerned, “Have you tried?”

“No.” 

“Are you going to try to talk to Genya?” Suma pressed.

“I don’t know!” You whined, “We just… work. And I know it sounds absurd but we know how we feel. We just haven’t- you know.”

“Fucked?” Makio laughed when your face twisted, “Sorry, made love?” You groaned and dropped your head back, “Have you at least seen it?” 

You thought Hinatsuru would’ve hissed at Makio by now, but when the silence dragged on, you opened your eyes to find all three women staring at you. 

“Have you?” Suma pushed. 

“What?” You laughed, “I mean…” all three women grinned. “I’ve seen… part of it.” 

Under the water, you rubbed your thighs together. You had seen part of Genya’s manhood before. The thickened root of his cock visible when he’d walk around with his pants unbuttoned in the morning. Flashes of you on your knees in front of him filled your mind instantly. You could picture yourself nuzzling that clothed bulge between his legs as you delicately sucked on the exposed skin at the base of his cock. Gods, you loved when he took long to get ready in the morning. Those slivers of pelvis. Just knowing he wore nothing under his clothes did it for you. It’d be so easy to just open his pants and take hold of him. And there were a few times where you’d bathed in a river during your travels. You'd definitely seen somethin' dangled between his legs as he stepped over rocks with his back to you. You didn’t know the complete shape of him, but you’d seen enough to fuel your fantasies. 

And Gods, his ass.

You swallowed the drool in your mouth, “He looks… thick.” 

“A man that big?” Makio winked at you, “Gotta be proportional.” 

Suma giggled and poked at your heated cheeks, “Yeah, we know all about that.” But her smiling face dropped into a pouted at Hinatsuru and Makio, “Now I want some.” She whined. 

Makio splashed Suma as she pushed her way towards her, "Always such a perv." She grinned as she reached out and dragged Suma in to kiss her. 

When you looked over at Hinatsuru, she was watching both women with a small smile, “Have you kissed?” she asked softly.

You nodded, “Not like everyday, but we have a few times.” 

“Oh!” Suma squealed as she broke away from Makio, “You could kiss him more, maybe he’d get the message since your thing is not talking.”

"We mess around, from time to time," you tried to ignore the way Makio was holding Suma from behind, pressing soft kisses into her shoulder, "we just don't... talk about it."

"So you just exist sexually frustrated?" Makio asked as she rubbed her cheek against Suma's shoulder. Suma suddenly squealed in Makio's lap, her cheeks flushed. 

"Knock it off, you two." Hinatsuru spoke sternly before she turned back to you, "Are you?"

"Huh?"

"Sexually frustrated?" 

You blanched, "Well, I- I mean... yes." you sighed.

"Are you at least getting yourself off?" Suma talked like she was asking about the weather, "Cause you know, you never did answer that letter of mine about how to make yourself cum."

"Suma!" You groaned.

"She does have the best dexterity out of us."

"Hush, Makio."

Makio grinned at Hinatsuru, "Aw, sweetheart, don't worry, you know you have the best mouth." 

You felt lightheaded listening to the three of them. 

Hinatsuru made a face at Makio before turning back to Suma, "That's what you wrote a letter to her about?" She laughed.

"What!" Suma yelled, “I knew she’d left with the Shinazugawas, but it had been a while until Lord Tengen said she was with Genya. Either brother would have been fine, but c’mon- Genya would definitely be a bit more forward than Sanemi would ever be-"

"Ohhhhhh, no." you groaned.

“We all know he's a bit of a prude- Ow!“ Suma growled at Makio who was already giving her a look to get on with it, "So anyway, I figured even if Genya was up to the task, Sanemi was probably a huge cockblock-" Makio and Hinatsuru's laughter filled the air as Suma babbled on, "so naturally, she'd have to take care of herself!" 

"You thought she might’ve been with Sanemi?" Makio cackled into the night air.

"I didn't know!" Suma yelled. 

"No, no, no." you muttered over and over as you squeezed your arms around yourself. 

"It's not like there's a wrong brother. Sanemi wouldn't be a bad choice," Hinatsuru leaned back on her elbows, "He can take direction well from a woman."

Wow, fuck. 

"I'm gonna head home." you stood to the chorus of whines and 'come back's from the Uzui women.

"At least reread my letter!" Suma called after you, "Or stay and watch!" 

You squealed and speed walked out of there, quickly tying a robe around yourself. When you looked over your shoulder, they were crowded together in the water. 

Nope, not watching.

-

Laying in the dark of your room, your mind felt like a muddled whirlpool of the Uzui wives and your own thoughts. You still felt heated, a mixture of the hot springs still steamed into your skin, and the heat of your body reacting to so many thoughts of Genya.

I am all alone, you thought to yourself. 

Biting your lip, you dragged your finger tips along the side of your soft sleep kimono so you could get a good fistful of the fabric. Shimmying it up your legs, you spread them until your knees were tucked up at your sides. Heat and want thrummed between your legs. Reaching down, your sighs dragged into a moan. You were so wet, your fingertips glided between your dripping hole and swollen clit. Flashes of Genya filled your mind. Moments where he’d put that big body to use. Moments where he’d stood over you, placed a heavy hand on you, or shown off the strength in that defined body. You couldn’t get the picture of his burly abs out of your head. You wanted to drag your wet pussy across them and grind your name into his skin. You wanted to slide down and take his manhood right to the hilt. You wanted to grope him, to squeeze him through his pants while you’d tell me him how you need him. Genya loved to be helpful, useful, to please you. You knew he could make you cry in the best way. 

“Genya…” you sighed to yourself as you pressed the tip of your finger against your entrance. 

You were so hot and slick, your finger slid to the first knuckle easily. Curving it upward, you pressed your finger into your flesh. A soft gasp left your lips as you gently worked your finger in and out of your pussy. Kicking your bed sheets off, you let the cool air brush against your heated skin as you pulled at button that secured your kimono, the material parting open and letting the cool air harden your sensitive nipples. Feeling impatient, you twisted one to add to the ache. It wasn’t hard to imagine Genya being a bit rough with you. You knew he had a bit of an aggressive streak to him, and nothing was hotter to you than imagining his teeth gently nipping at your tits. You kept pulling at your nipples, trying to quickly switch between the two with your single hand. Your other still had a finger deep inside your pulsing pussy. 

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard a soft scratching at your door.

Quickly rolling on to your knees, you winced as your finger slipped out of you. You struggled to hear over your own soft panting as you quickly pulled your kimono back in place, and toppled over when two quick knocks rattled your door. Your cheeks burned as you tried to stand on your shaky legs. When you threw the door open, the subject of your fantasy stood tall in the doorway.

You gasped as Genya squeezed your hips and hefted you over his shoulder. 

“Shhhhhh! Could you have been any slower?” He hissed as he quickly stepped in and shut the door behind him.

You giggled upside down against his back as he walked over to your futon. Standing on the soft bedding, he dropped to his knees, carefully laying you down just so he could drop himself on top of you. 

“Genya!” You groaned.

A happy rumble vibrated against your chest where he laid his head, his heavy chest pressed into your stomach. You prayed he couldn’t feel your hard nipples poking out from the fabric that covered you. Desperate to distract him, you reached for his hair but cringed and quickly changed hands when you noticed your wet finger. Closing your fist around the glistening digit, you laid it against his back as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed your completely dry but not innocent hand into his hair. Completely unaware, Genya happily nuzzled into your collarbone. 

“Couldn’t do it.” He mumbled against you. 

Your dry hand pulled at the curled, spiky ends of his soft hair, “Hmm?”

“Couldn’t sleep without you.”

“Me either.” You assured him softly. 

He squeezed you again for a moment, “You smell so good.”

Your cheeks heated. Genya’s nose had always been good, his senses heightened by his abilities. But right now you could only guess what he was smelling, and it was beyond mortifying. You sunk your fingers into his hair so you could massage his scalp, hoping the distraction was enough. But it wasn’t, because Genya was only quiet for a moment before his voice broke the silence again. 

“Does it bother you?” You stayed silent, unsure of what he was referring to, “Us, uh, sharing a room?” he huffed as he suddenly sat up to look up at you, “I’ve never asked if it made you uncomfortable. I never really thought what others could, what they would think.”

You could feel your lips part, “Genya, I-“

“I don’t want to stop.” Genya told you sternly, before he looked away “I-I just want to ask, is it okay? Because if it's not-”

You scoffed, “No, it’s not okay.” You giggled at his shocked face before you dramatically told him, “I can’t fucking sleep without you now, so now we’re doomed to sleep together forever!” You threw your arms over your head. 

The smile that spread across Genya’s face made your stomach fill with butterflies and you happily squealed when he yanked you down beneath him. He happily hummed as he pressed his lips to your cheek softly. Melting into you, he let you pull him down into the cradle of your hips. You wrapped your legs around him as he pulled his lips from your cheek. When you looked down at his mouth, it was closer to your own, and yours eyes slipped shut as he softly kissed you on the mouth. When he pressed another kiss to your lips, he shifted and gasped against your mouth. You could feel the heavy heat of him pressed to your bare core. You both laid there, wrapped in each other, seemingly frozen in place. 

Genya finally broke the silence between you, your lips brushing against his own when he spoke, “We need to leave early tomorrow.” His voice was deeper and rough, closer to the growl you loved, “We need to sleep.”

“Uh huh.” 

“Cmon, baby.” He whispered as he wrapped one of his large hands around your ankle, “gotta let me go.”

“Don’t wanna.” you whined as you rubbed your nose against his.

Genya chuckled, “Brat.” 

His hand squeezed your ankle, the length of his fingers easily wrapped around you. But when you thought he was letting go, he instead dragged his fingertips up your calf until they landed where your kimono had bunched up on your thighs. He pressed his large hand flat against the expanse of skin, the heat of his palm searing. You bumped your nose against his again as you squeezed his hips with your thighs. He was still pressed against you, and you could feel the pulse of his length through his pants as it hardened against your clit. Surely he could feel that he had the only layer in the way. There was no reason for you two not to take things further. Especially now, being back in the field where your lives had an unknown expiration on them. If you could just-

Thud. 

You both jumped back from one another like you’d been electrocuted. Your legs snapped shut the second Genya was kneeled in front of you, hunched over so his forearm could be pressed over his lap. You looked at each other, bracing for impact. Both your faces burned a furious shade of red.

“If I hear a single peep.” Sanemi’s deep voice rattled through the door, “If I hear a single Kakushi gasp tomorrow… I will beat you, Genya.”

Your hand flew to your mouth to muffle the laughter at what you knew to be an empty threat. Especially when Genya's face told you a part of him believed it. 

“Do you hear me?” Sanemi growled. 

“Yes, sir.” Genya obediently replied. 

Sanemi’s heavy footsteps stomped away as he hissed, “Fucking degenerates.” on the way back to his own room.

The second his stomping was out of ear shot, you both burst into laughter.

“Holy shit.” Genya rubbed his eyes with his free, the other still pressed over his lap, “He’s such a mother hen.” 

“He is so desperate to protect my virtue.” 

Genya sputtered as he struggled to crawl over your futon, not even bothering with answering you. Neither one of you looked at the other as you awkwardly shuffled under the blankets. Genya, desperate to not to make his own problem known, and you desperate not to flash him. You somehow managed to stick your legs into your futon while keeping your knees firmly together, while Genya managed to keep half a foot between you. You laid there for a few minutes, willing the heat on your cheeks to settle as you heard Genya's soft breathing behind you. Rolling over, you found him facing you as usual. His long mohawk fanned on the pillow above his head. You could tell from the way his lips were pressed shut that he wasn't anywhere near asleep yet.

“You look like a peacock.” You whispered. 

“Go to sleep.” He grumbled, but you could see a smile twitching on his lips. 

“Fine.” You leaned forward and gently pressed your lips to his, “Hey,” you whispered against his cheek, “We can do this.” 

Genya’s thick forearm wrapped around your waist and dragged you to him until you were snug under his chin. 

“I know.” 

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Welcome To The Itadori's! - C.K.

Synopsis. Three times Choso really, really wanted to hold you without his family barging in, and the one time he actually does. 

Pairing. Best friend! Choso Kamo x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, childhood best friends to lovers, slowburn, cameos from the Itadori’s (Yuji, Jin, grandpa, SUKUNA), smút only when they’re adults, first times, oral (female receiving), cúnnilingus, marking, rough, Choso’s a bit mean in bed, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.0k

A/N. The unc-kuna brainrot got me here, Yuji’s family tree is HILARIOUS.

“You’ve never what?”  

“I mean, yeah? So what if I’ve never…uh-” eyes darting to the erotic scene on-screen. “M’surely not missing out on that much.”

Maybe he was. Maybe he wasn’t. Whatever the answer was, Choso could only pray that no one walked into your apartment right now.

---

Choso swears his family is well and fully intent on ruining every waking moment with you. 

He’s convinced even, at this point. Because in the 13 long years of being inseparable from you - ever since you were both whiney, snot-faced brats - Choso’s racked up more interruptions than he’s seen on those k-dramas that his grandfather swears he doesn’t watch.

It was like some cosmic joke, really. All he wanted was a moment with just the two of you…and maybe a second or two to confess his undying love. But that didn’t seem too realistic when the Itadori’s were a bit of a packaged deal, unfortunately.  

Alas, Choso’s resigned himself to accept the fact that maybe - just maybe - this was the universe’s way of telling him that his pretty best friend was indeed too good for him. Something he’s suspected ever since the both of you were eight.

The realization had hit him like a semi-truck back then - five of them, in fact. And a whole zoo of animals afterward.

Of course, it’s not like that was any secret. He always thought you were perfect from the second you’d moved in - that new family next door he’d been eagerly waiting ages to arrive. And Choso, being the dutiful oldest son, was the one to deliver welcome cookies to your doorstep. Stumbling, and carefully trying to reach for the doorbell without dropping any. 

“Um, welcome to-”

“Your hair’s funny.”

Now, Choso’s never greeted neighbors before, but it surely wasn’t supposed to go like this. Why was he being insulted by some little girl - you were missing a few teeth, and his had just grown back in so obviously he was much older and wiser. All unapologetic smiles and twinkling eyes as you blink up curiously at his space buns. Pretty, even when you were tearing his heart out because hey, he thought this hairstyle was cool, okay?

Which is what had him huffing and puffing back home, running straight into the arms of his dad while he tried not to cry. That is, until you came knocking at his door with your parents. Very much bawling and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug with wet mumbles of “M’sorry, meant your hair’s very cool. Wanna match-”

And, if his cheeks burned just a bit, well, Choso blamed the tears. 

After a disaster like that, of course you’d grow to be best friends within the day. 

But what that didn’t explain was when - after hours of bickering over whether to play tag or house - you were all tuckered out and sat beside him in a corner of his room, too exhausted to talk his ear off. Head lolling once. Twice. Falling softly onto his shoulder.

Oh. 

Now, Choso might just be having the first epiphany of his entire, grueling eight years in this world - that you were very, very pretty fast asleep with your head on his shoulder. 

Why? Why were you here barging into his life and turning it upside down? Calling him your “new best friend” and dragging him along wherever you went. It made his poor head absolutely spin, not daring to move a muscle so that you didn’t wake up and see this tiny predicament.

He didn’t know why. But what he did know was that he found himself subconsciously reaching for your hand, a strange little part of himself wanting to see how much smaller they were than his. They looked so soft and warm and-

“I WANNA PLAY T- Oh.”

Oh indeed. He hastily lurches away from you like it burned, hands raised like he was caught red-handed. Feeling slightly sorry when he sees you blinking away the sleep to take in your surroundings, eyes bouncing off of a very excited Yuji and resting on the clock.

“Oh no. Mommy’s gonna be mad.” you gasp, hastily getting up. And he feels a weird pang as you quickly dust down your dress, running out the door with a laughed out, “Bye, Yuji! See ya later, Cho~!”

“Bye, crybaby.”

And then it’s quiet. Only Choso still staring after you, and Yuji staring at his older brother, somewhat awestruck and wondering only one thing-

“Big bro, why are you so red?”

Choso doesn’t think he’s gotten a moment alone with you since that first initial meeting. 

Fourteen was definitely the worst, in his opinion.

“Hey, Cho, y’know the girl sitting next to me in math said she had her first kiss today.”

“Oh.” It’s all Choso can manage to get out, paying more attention than he should to the gravel beneath him as he tries not to trip over air beside you. Hot under his uniform collar at the sudden shift in conversation from the usual after-school banter. 

Looping your arm with his, you heave out a playful sigh, “I wonder what that feels like. Have you ever thought about it?” 

No, but Choso has never thought that he’d be here - face burning at your body pressed up against his. Just knowing that his ancestors above are laughing at what a loser he is, barely able to stammer out an answer to your question. 

Okay, maybe he was being dramatic. Because it wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about kissing before - it’s just that whenever it popped into his mind, you were usually accompanying him. Along with those strange thoughts of whether your lips are as soft as they looked? Or would your heartbeat be as fast as-

“Man, are you even listening?” 

Shit. 

Your hand waving in front of Choso’s face brings him back to reality. Blinking hastily, he tries to gather his thoughts, mumbling out a quick, “Uh, yeah, sorry. Just lost in thought.” averting his gaze as he feels the heat rise to his cheeks at your intense gaze.

Your smile only widens, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you nudge his side. “Thinking so hard about kissing, huh? Cho, you lecher!” 

“Am not.”

“Am to.”

“Am not.”

“Am to.”

“Who were you imagining it with, huh? Gonna give ‘em a big smooch tomorrow?”

God, you were going to be the death of him. “N-no! I haven’t even- shut up, crybaby, it’s not like-” he sputters out useless protests over your laughter - his favorite song, even when you were teasing the hell out of him. But ah how you relish in his embarrassment, tittering out little giggles all the way until you’re steering him onto your lane. 

Choso, on the other hand, keeps wishing the ground would swallow him up more and more with each step towards his porch. He’d have broken into a sprint right then if he hadn’t known you and the way you’d race him there instead.

“Alright.” you declare once you’re stood at his front door, jolting Choso out of his reverie. And he’s barely opening his mouth to register your words before you plowing on confidently. “We’ll just have to practice our first kisses with each other.”

Perfect. Great. Wonderful. 

The final nail on his coffin. You might as well have planted a bombshell right in the middle of his already-chaotic world with the way he was reeling in- shock? Fear? Anticipation?

“Practice.” Choso whispers, more to himself than you. Yet you nod anyway, eyes locked with his like you were studying his reaction. “For…practice.”

Doubt starts to creep into your pretty features, “Well, we don’t have to if you do-”

“No no no no, I want- ahem.” he cringes at the pathetic desperation in his voice. Desperately trying to scramble back some semblance of sanity as he clears his throat, “I want to. Just-” Choso urgently looks around for- ah, there it is. 

Dragging over the brick from the side of his porch because goddammit he might be 14 but he sure hadn’t hit that growth spurt yet. “Practice, right?”

You nod with a fiery determination that, later on, would make Choso chuckle with fondness. Muttering out a firm, “Practice.” Letting the boy in front of you nervously leans closer, breath fanning your face. And shit if you were nervous then you didn’t show it, but Choso felt like he was about to spontaneously combust. 

Brows furrowing in concentration, eyes only squinting ever-so-slightly as he takes peaks at how pretty you looked. Close enough that he could count every lash as your pretty eyes closed shut, lips glistening with that strawberry chapstick you loved, puckering adorably. Only inching closer and-

Click! 

“You two are so cute! But um- dear, how do you mute this thing?”

You spring apart so fast that Choso wouldn’t be surprised if you’d teleported. He doesn’t even know what’s happening before, from the safety of about three meters away from him, you’re muttering out an embarrassed little, “Hi there, Mr. Itadori. The gardenia are coming along nicely.”

His dad smiles like he hadn’t just starred in what was likely Choso’s villain origin story. Waving happily, “Aww, thank you, sweetheart. Now, why don’t you two go back to doing your lil’ thing and I can ah- practice my photography.”

“Dad, I’m running away.”

That practice kiss never happens. And, well, if there was a proudly framed photo down the hallway of the two of you - with Choso absolutely bright red and standing comically on a brick to meet your height, faces nervously scrunching towards each other - well, neither of you ever mention it. Jin Itadori does, though - every time you come over, in fact. 

It’s only when you’re both eighteen, when Choso’s a lot deeper in his feelings - and only slightly less embarrassed about it - that he thinks that maybe not all family interruptions were that bad. 

Graduation was…something. Not exactly something that he’s sure if he’ll ever want to relive with the sheer amount of awkward photos and tears that his dad lets out. God if he has to shuffle into another-

“You alright, Cho?”

Ah. 

Traitorously, a smile makes its way onto his face, peering down at your beaming face. Both of you having made it way past the awkward early teens. Well, at least you certainly have - Choso still feels like the same awkward little boy with an even more awkward crush. “Hm? Yeah, m’great.” 

“Are ya sure? Because you look like you’re about to have an aneurysm any second now.” you raise a brow teasingly. Ah, how gorgeous you were - even when you’re picking him apart. 

“Yeah. Great. Only had this smile plastered on for the last five hours.”

“Aww, but you look so pretty smiling.” you shrug, with the audacity of someone that didn’t just have Choso’s knees dangerously weak. “Anyway- A bunch of us are gonna try to convince ol’ Yaga to let us take photos with his shades, you wanna come?”

“You think m’pretty?” he muses, embarrassingly late.

“Cho.”

“Yaga. Shades. Got it.” Choso mock salutes, drinking in the little laugh it startles out of you, eyes sparkling with mischief and looking right into his soul. Beautiful. You were always beautiful. 

And Choso can’t just stand around and do nothing about it.

“Crybaby, look, I-” Fists clenching, he takes a steadying breath. The heat only rising to his cheeks at your awaiting gaze, “I…”

“HEY, GRANDPA HELPED STEAL YAGA’S SHADES LET’S TAKE A PIC-”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP ITADORI. YOU’RE RUINING A MOMENT, LET THEM HAVE THEIR MOMENT.”

“I don’t know either of you two.”

It would be a miracle for a moment not to be ruined with two overly-energetic first-years (and a very reluctant Fushiguro) pushing their way into your little bubble. Choso bites back a groan as you’re immediately swarmed by a bickering Kugisaki and Yuji, one apologizing for “ruining your k-drama moment” and the other trying to get you to put on some sunglasses. Well, at least he could empathize with the black-haired boy, who gave him an apologetic nod. 

He’s only halfway through waving off the interruption before a voice speaks up from his side. “Why didn’t you say it?”

Whirling around, Choso comes face-to-face with the disappointed look on his grandfather’s face. Already having some idea of what you mean, “Wha-”

“I may be old but m’not deaf, yet, boy. Why didn’t ya tell her?” he sighs, tilting his head to where you were wearing those shades and taking ridiculous pictures with two animated first-years. 

“I don’t know what you-”

“M’not blind, either. Quite frankly I’m insulted.”

And, well, if there’s anyone that he can’t hide from - it would be his grandfather. So he heaves out a defeated sigh, touselling his hair while muttering out a pathetic little, “M’not- Ugh, she’s too fuckin’ perfect and I…I chickened out.”

Choso doesn’t know what he expected in response but it definitely wasn’t for his grandfather to laugh. Full, and raspy - loud enough that even you stop to stare. “Thought so, idiot boy.” he chuckles, drawing indignant protests. “Did she tell you?”

Raising a brow, “What?”

“Did she tell you that you weren’t good ‘nough for her?”

“No, but-” Whatever protest on the tip of Choso’s tongue is cut off by a rough hand smacking his back in what he thinks is reassurance, but felt more like a punishment for being such a pussy around you all these years. 

“Then go. Ya might just be surprised. After all, you’re my grandson, and all the ladies at bingo love me.”

Shaking with both adrenaline and the effort to keep that image out of his mind, he makes his way towards you. Purposeful. Pointedly ignoring the matching smirks flashed his way. 

“You really think they’ll finally get together today?” Fushiguro deadpans from where he’d snuck up beside the old man, in an attempt to escape the public nuisances he calls ‘friends’. 

Choso’s grandfather hums thoughtfully, watching the scene play out before him - Choso flushed such a delicate shade of pink as you playfully put Yaga’s sunglasses on him. Settling on a gruff, “I’ll give it a few months more. He’s my grandson, after all.”

“That’s generous. I’d give it a couple years more.”

“Wanna bet, brat?”

“...”

Safe to say, his second button ended up safely in your hands that day. But Fushiguro would be the one to really win the bet. 

Because it was only 2 years, 4 months and 3 weeks after this little incident that Choso finally had you exactly where he wanted - with no interruptions. All for him. 

Freshly twenty one, splayed out on your apartment bedroom and having a conversation that he never in a million years would’ve even dared to imagine he’d have - with you of all people. All because of that stupid R-rated film you’d put on for movie night. 

“You’ve never what?” you gape, turning down the volume to those painfully fake moans coming from the tv.

Oh, how gorgeous you looked - all shocked and batting your lashes up at him in surprise. Choso almost swoons inwardly (and outwardly) before he realizes that shit you were probably waiting for an answer.

“I mean, yeah?” he sputters out, cheeks heating up as you lean in closer to hear him. Close. “So what if I’ve never…uh-” eyes darting to the erotic scene on-screen. “M’surely not missing out on that much.”

Goddammit, some strange, carnal part of himself twinges dangerously at the little smirk that curls your lips. One that he quickly - and embarrassingly - realizes has the blood rushing straight to his cock. Humming a low, “Maybe. Maybe not.” The mattress dips slightly as you shift closer, lips ghosting his ear. “Want me to help you find out?”

Which is, well, how Choso found himself shoved against the armrest. Blanket thrown on the floor now, swollen cock leaking furiously through his pants as your pretty lil’ cunt hovers above his mouth. So wet that if he stuck his tongue out he could have you dripping all onto him. 

“Y-you sure about this, sweetheart?” he hisses despite his hands looping around your thighs, bringing you closer to him.

You raise a brow, “Are you sure, Cho?”

He should say no. He should laugh this all off as a bad joke. He shouldn’t ruin this friendship - but oh how badly he wants just a taste of your dripping pussy - see if she’s as sweet as the rest of you is. So, throwing caution to the wind, Choso nods slowly. “Yes. Want it s’bad.”

Grinning wickedly, you whisper, “Thought so.” And then he’s pulling you onto his mouth, hot and urgent.

“Oh fuck-” he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the first taste of your sweet sweet juices. “Shit shit shit.” So sloppily licking up your swollen folds - barely moving with any method or patience, just that he’s drunk on your pussy and wants more more more-

“Hngh- f-fuck. You sure this is your hah- first time, Cho?” you gasp breathlessly. And oh your best friend was so fucking beautiful. Dark hair untied and tousled, eyes half-hooded, your slick already smearing across the bottom half of his face and trickling down his jaw because shit he was so messy. So addicted to that desperate expression on your face that he just can’t help but tease you a little bit. 

“Mhm?” he smirks, tongue swirling around your pulsing clit. Purposefully missing right where you wanted him the most because shit he loved those cute lil’ whines spilling out of you. 

You let out a huff, hips trying pathetically to inch him closer - but Choso wasn’t budging. Holding you so firmly by the hips that you’re sure he leaves bruises, licking all over your cunt except for your clit. “Cho.” you warn. Brows furrowing in frustration at the way he bats his long lashes up at you so deceivingly innocently, “What?”

“You know…”

“I don’t.” he titters teasingly into your pussy. 

“Choso.”

Now, Choso’s known and seen everything there is to do with you - but never like this. Spread open shamefully and pouting so adorably on top of him, so needy for him. It made his head spin to think of just how much the dynamics had shifted. 

Shit, he really should’ve watched that godforsaken movie with you sooner. “Tell me what you want, crybaby.”

And oh how his cock twitches at the way you manage to get out an embarrassed little, “Wan’ you to ngh- tonguefuck me properly. Wanna cum on your pretty face, Cho.”

And that’s all that’s said before he’s surging forward, glossy lips wrapping around your pulsing clit to suck harshly. Rolling his soft tongue over and over-

“Wanted this for so long.” Choso mutters, muffled as he buries himself deeper into your pretty pussy. The vibrations sending white-hot pleasure running down your spine. “You have absolutely no idea, pretty.”

And you barely even have the time to register his little confession before Choso’s moving down to bully his tongue past your folds. Nose pressing against your throbbing clit as he dips into your sloppy hole. 

“Oh shit. Jus’ like that.” For a beginner, your best friend really knew what he was doing. Eating you out like his favorite meal, tongue squeezing into your snug pussy to thrust in and out, swipe against your walls, stretching you out right to his will. Over and over-

“Use me.”

Your eyes snap down to meet the pure adoration in his eyes as he makes out filthily with your cunt. Choking out a little, “What?”

“Use me.”

There it was again - that strained little mantra. And as if to prove his point, Choso reaches out to deftly place your hands on his head, bucking into you touch. 

And, well, how could you say no to that?

Because before you know it, you’re bunching Choso’s soft strands in your fists. Angling him just right to ride his pretty face. “C’mon, Cho. Ngh- H-harder, jus’ a bit- Oh!” he just devours the way your mouth drops into an adorable little oh! as his tongue curls deftly against that one spot. Again and again. Letting himself be so used, dragging your dripping cunt harder on his mouth. 

And he likes it. Hell, he loves it even - because you’re so sweet n’ pretty on his mouth. Better than everything he’s ever been dreaming of for the past few years. And always in his dreams, you’d be clenching so deliciously around his tongue when you were close - just like right now. 

So he speeds up his movements, breathing you in maddeningly. A hand snaking down from it’s favorite place on your hips to draw quick, frenzied little circles on your poor, ravaged clit. Jaw almost aching with how filthily he was dripping in and out of your entrance - be he did give a shit. Only wanting to have you breathless and creaming all over his face.

You jerk violently on top of him, “Hah! S’too much, Cho. M’so close- gonna cum- gonna-”

And then you’re cumming. Fast, and hard. 

Plushy walls clamping down on Choso’s tongue, hips stuttering on his face as he laps up all your juices, an arm around your waist helping you ride his face through your high. 

“S’sweet. Could get used to that.” he slurs into your cunt. Tipping his head back as far as it’d go to let the last of your juices slide down his throat. “Better than I imagined.”

The words ring in your ears as you blink back your vision. Deliriously whirling down to look down at Choso - still beneath you and looking more smug and content than you’d ever seen him. “Imagination? S’that why you’re so good.”

“No.”

You’re being flipped before you know it. Manhandled so easily by your best friend as he lays you on your back, sinking into the cushion while he looms above you. “S’jus’ that…” grunting as he flings his shirt off, “Been dreaming of your pretty cunt on m’tongue for years.”

Okay, now his confession hits - more than it did when he was tonguefucking you into insanity, anyway. 

“Years, huh?” you breathe out, eyes roaming all over his sculpted torso. Taking in every dip and curve of Choso’s toned abs - all the way from his broad shoulders to the rock-hard cock straining against his pants. As if in a trance, your hand reaches out to cup his leaking erection, “S’that all you’ve been dreaming of?”

“You little minx.” he lets out a low hiss. 

Before you can even react, Choso’s fumbling with that belt - cursing because shit, he’d have worn sweatpants instead if he knew they’d end up on your floor. 

And you’re not any better, fingers popping open his buttons and tugging impatiently and oh- You always thought that your best friend would have a big dick - but this?  He was so intimidatingly long - and thick enough that you wondered whether you’d hurt yourself. Fat tip flushed such a pretty shade of pink to match his cheeks, leaking down down down, all the way to his heavy balls. 

You’re only jolted out of your little reverie by Choso spitting a steady stream of spit onto your quivering cunt, spreading it lazily across your pussy with his thumb. A ringed fist pumping his cock slowly, as he drags his tip across your folds, pooling your sweet juices. Muttering out a raspy, “I’ll be gentle.”

“You better not be, now jus’ fuck me-”

Well, you didn’t have to ask Choso twice. Because you’ve barely gotten the words out before he’s bullying massive cock into your tight cunt. Pressing in inch by fucking inch as you gasp and buck underneath him. 

“Shhh, s’okay, crybaby. This is what you wanted, right?” he mumbles, with all the audacity of someone that wasn’t fucking into you in rapid, mindless little jabs to fit inside your snug lil’ pussy. Struggling to hold back at this point. “Wanted to be split apart on m’cock?”

You were so full of him. Even more so when he throws your legs over his shoulders, bending all the way down and folding you in half so easily beneath him. 

He drinks in the barely-lucid squeal that leaves your swollen lips. Kissing your forehead gently, whispering against the skin, “Because I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.”

And then it was like something snapped - maybe his sanity, maybe the restraint that Choso’s been holding back for too long. Because immediately he’s plunging his throbbing cock into you - all the way till his balls, all angry and squeezing so painfully, smacks against your ass. 

“Wanted this.” he rasps into your open mouth. His hips were out of control now, thrusting you in shallow, desperate rams. Pounding into you like a man possessed, and running his mouth just as much. He laces his fingers on top of your head, pushing you down even deeper into his relentless cock - as if the bastard wasn’t fucking you dumb already. “Fuckin’ needed this needed this. Shit- so bad.”

“Ch-Choso- fuck hah-” you plead as his mouth clashes with yours. All sloppy with teeth and spit and his profanities - and it felt so damn good. 

“Yeah? Who’s fucking you silly, now?” he’s going harder now, tip hitting your poor cervix over and over. And you’d be sobbing at the burn and the stretch but all you can think of is shit this is Choso - the kid you used to play hide and seek with. And now he seems fully intent on breaking you. “Say m’name.”

A rough thumb starts toying with your clit, in time with the cute lil’ whines of his name that escape your mouth like a prayer. “Shit. Y’look so pretty like this.” he babbles. “Gonna cry, pretty girl?” smirking down at the way you were too cockdrunk to even snap back, only looking up at him with delirious, teary eyes. “Be a crybaby for my cock?”

You’re tugging on his hair, thighs shaky and bucking upwards. “Cho-”

“Mhm?”

“W-wanna cum. Need you to fill m’up till I can’t take it anymore.”

Oh if Choso was any lesser man he’d have cum right then and there. Instead settling for a guttural groan, drunk off the way you were milking his cock so hard as if to prove your point. It almost made him want to stay like this forever. But no - not right now. 

“Oh yeah?” Hips becoming sloppy now, “Need it? Shit- m’so close.” Each word slurred, punctuated by a harsh thrust, strokes long and frenzied. Using your heavenly pussy like his personal fucktoy. So hard that he’s sure you’d have embarrassing matching bruises tomorrow - his balls on your ass, your nails raking down his shoulders.

“Me too- fuck fuck fuck-” you mewl into his neck, as Choso buried his face into yours. 

“Cum f’me, my girl.”

My girl. 

And then you are - and he is. And you don’t know who cums first, just that you’re seeing stars behind your eyes and Choso’s teeth digging into your neck as he thrusts once. Twice. Before cumming and cumming so hard he might as well have seen the pearly gates of heaven. And you were an angel.

Thick, hot ropes of cum that paint your walls white, so much that it gushes out of your poor overfilled pussy. Dripping down your legs and pooling into a sinful, creamy ring at his base. 

“Mm- shit. Choso.” you moan, barely audible over the lewd squelches from below. 

“M’here, my girl.” he grits out, voice shot. And it seems that that was his new favorite nickname, because Choso keeps murmuring it over and over as he keeps fucking his seed into you. Not even thinking about it at this point - just mindless, shallow grinds of his hips. 

In the haze of your orgasm, you think you hear his quiet voice, strained with exhaustion and something that you weren’t in the right state of mind to decipher right now. 

“Shhh, m’here. “Can’t believe I waited so fuckin’ long.” Whispering against your lips, “Love this. Love this pretty cunt.” Kissing softly, “Love the way y’take me. Fuckin’ made f’me.” And maybe even a soft little, “Love you.”

And maybe - just maybe, you whisper the same into his. Kissing him softly, exactly the way you’d wanted to all these years. 

Neither of you speak after that. Not when Choso’s hips stall, body sticky and collapsing onto yours. Nor do you speak when he pulls away with a playful nip to your lower lip - a promise. Searching through your clothes for a washcloth he can wipe yourselves clean with. 

It’s only when he settles back under the covers beside you, looking at you with such dark, hazy eyes - whirling with too many emotions to name - that the silence is broken. 

“Crybaby.”

“Cho.”

“Corny.”

“You started it.”

Chuckling, Choso pulls your body close to his. Not even a hair’s breadth between you two because shit now that he’s got you, he doesn’t think he ever wants to let you go. 

“Y’know…” he starts, “I think we should- I mean- if you want…” nervous now more than he was even after all that just transpired. Cheeks flaring as he meets your amused gaze, just daring him to go on - because you saw through him. You always did. “I lov-”

“Am I late for the mov- WHAT THE FUCK I ALWAYS KNEW BRATS WEREN’T JUST FRIENDS-”

---

Itadori Family Groupchat + Two More

Dad: Hey, all. I can’t seem to get a hold of Choso to confirm tomorrow’s dinner plans. Can anyone else let me know if he’s ok? XX

-Jin.

Yuji <3: He’s probs at rhat “best friend movie night” still 

Dad: Hello, Yuji. What is a “probs”? XX

-Jin.

Kugisaki: He’s suspiciously quiet, though… Y’all think that “best friend movie night” is codeword for something else? 

Yuji <3: Better not be cuz Sukuna stole my sparw key sayin something ab crashing it idk

Kugisaki: *spare

And you just LET him?

Yuji <3: HE THREATENED TO BURN MY MEGAN THEE STALLION POSTER 

…

AND DID IT ANYWAY

Kugisaki: L

Fushiguro: L

Gramps: L

Sukuna (do not answer): DID Y’ALL KNOW THOSE TWO WERE FUCKIN????

*Fushiguro has left the chat*

Dad: :0

-Jin.

A/N. Spiritually, this is a crackfic idk.

[ivysorrele]

JJK P☆RN LINKS 5

CONTAINS: creampie, breeding, fingering, pussy eating, m!masturbation, f!masturbation, boob sucking, size difference, anal penetration, & squirting. p1 p2 p3 p4

SATORU GOJO

۶ৎ vid you sent him whild he's away

۶ৎ pussy slaps

۶ৎ fav meal

۶ৎ he loves it when u moan

۶ৎ he's a sucker for tits

KENTO NANAMI

۶ৎ bouncing on his cock

۶ৎ creampied so good that ur pussy was spasming

۶ৎ taking it like a good girl

۶ৎ prof nanami giving extra points?

۶ৎ nanami being the gentle guy he is

TOJI FUSHIGURO

۶ৎ anal fucking

۶ৎ bathroom sex

۶ৎ squirtfest

۶ৎ heavenly backshots

۶ৎ toji's how to finger 101

RYOMEN SUKUNA

۶ৎ pounding from behind

۶ৎ fingering b4 going out

۶ৎ daily breeding session

۶ৎ usual weekends

۶ৎ and he scored again

CHOSO KAMO

۶ৎ he couldn't wait till you guys got home

۶ৎ teasing

۶ৎ buried between your thighs n slurping

۶ৎ define wet

۶ৎ stroking his huge cock

[ivysorrele]

thank you so much for 20k notes🥹✌️

[gojosconsort]

︵ ೀ smut. megumi is always so careful with closeness until one night he isn’t anymore

megumi fushiguro has always kept people at arm’s length.

raised by a father who had a barrier around him all the time, he learned early that letting someone close meant risking hurt. so when you start dating, he’s reserved. painfully so. it’s not that he doesn’t love you. painfully so too. in the way that makes his chest ache when you smile at him across the room. but closeness is still foreign to him.

he tries his best to let you closer. and he likes it.

he stops tensing when you lean against his shoulder during movie nights. starts nudging his plate closer when you steal bites of his food. drapes his hoodie over you when you fall asleep on his couch instead of waking you.

he lets your thigh press against his on the train, threads his fingers through yours when you reach for his hand, and leaves his jacket in your dorm “just in case.”

small steps. patient ones.

gradually he stops noticing when the closeness starts to feel good. stops noticing when he wants more. stops noticing when he becomes the one who can’t let go.

so when one night you two are alone and the end credits of the movie long roll, he pulls you into his lap. it’s the first time he’s done it without hesitation. his hands settle on your hips while he kisses you—tentative, like always—but then your tongue brushes his and something in him snaps. he groans into your mouth when you rock down against him, feeling him harden beneath you.

“is this okay?” you whisper against his lips.

he nods—eyes dark and glassy. “please.”

it doesn't take long for you both to undress and clumsily roll the condom over him. he’s shaking—half nerves, half raw want—when you finally straddle him bare. he guides himself to your entrance with careful fingers, breath hitching when the head nudges inside.

he’s big, stretching you slow and deep until he’s fully in, hips flush against his. you both tremble at the feeling, of finally feeling each other like this. he presses his forehead to yours, breathing hard through his open mouth.

“tell me if it’s too much,” he rasps.

you shake your head. “feels good. you feel good.”

that’s all he needs.

his arms wrap around you tightly, pulling your chest flush to his. skin to skin. heartbeat to heartbeat. at first he moves slow, careful, every thrust measured and deep like he’s afraid of hurting you. his hands stay gentle on your hips, guiding you but never demanding, eyes half-lidded and locked on your face to catch every flutter, every gasp. he wants to memorize how you look when he’s inside you.

but then you moan his name—soft, breathless, “megumi”—and something inside him shatters. his grip tightens.

he starts moving harder, hips snapping up with more force, chasing the wet heat that clenches around him every time he bottoms out. the careful rhythm breaks. his thrusts turn deeper, rougher, less controlled. each stroke drags a broken sound from your throat and he drinks it in like he’s starving.

he’s getting drunk on it.

drunk on the way your body fits to him, on how perfectly you take him, on the slick sound of skin meeting skin. his hands slide down to grip your ass, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks as he pulls you down onto him faster, rougher. the couch creaks beneath you. your nails dig into his shoulders harder and he groans, burying his face in your neck again.

“fuck… you feel—” his voice cracks, hips stuttering before he finds an even harsher pace. “so good. so fucking good.”

he was always so careful with closeness. always so afraid of wanting too much. now he can’t stop.

he fucks up into you with so much need, one arm tight around your waist to keep you pinned against him while the other tangles in your hair, tugging to tilt your head back so he can kiss at your throat. every thrust is deeper, greedier. he’s losing himself in the tight, wet drag of your body, in the way you tremble and clench around him like you never want him to stop either.

he never knew he could want someone this desperately. never knew he could let go like this. but with you naked and shaking in his lap, moaning his name between broken breaths, megumi stops holding back.

he just takes—rough, relentless, and completely addicted.

[piixsuke]

18+ bf!katsuki bakugo wants to be you personal 'handy man'

"this what you did all day, hm?"

you whine - eyes rolling into the deepest part of your skull, as two of his slender fingers trace the precise arch etched into your spine. he buries his hands into the plush of your hips, dragging your body implausibly closer to his crazed, animalistic thrusts.

"workin'? bein' all self-reliant and shit? — oh, fuuuck" his hips brutally stuttered against the bare, jiggly flesh of your ass as the doughy, gummy texture of your walls, quivered all around him. "assembling shit that I should've built for you?" he snarls, sending his open palm straight into the smooth, pristine surface of the newly assembled vanity.

one of his massive hands sails over your unclothed body. his fingers roam freely over your flesh - trailing candid, intricate patterns all over you.

you gasp, slowly grinding your ass back into his pelvis, the moment he frames your throat in his hand. "mhm, my independent girl," he murmurs, fixating his crimson orbs over the frantic, almost desperate motions of your ass. "bein' fucked so good aaall over her hard fuckin' work" suddenly, he snaps. closing his fingers, in a barbaric hold, around your neck, he forces your torso away from the vanity - guiding your back straight into his chest. "but, it doesn't work like that now, does it?"

you're forced to look into the small, circular mirror. your bottom lip trapped beneath the weight of your teeth, as his scarred hand slowly dips in between your parted thighs.

"you call me," his middle and ring finger feebly move onto your swollen nub - drawing faint, almost torpid circles all over your clit. "from now on, you fuckin' call me" he drawls, emphasising every word with a wicked, cruel drag of his hips. "you rely on me — fuuck, 'cause I got you, baby — shit, allow me to be your goddam man, yeah?"

heat coils like venomous flames in your stomach. you eyes slam shut, as the real meaning concealed behind his words merge into the massive weight of his thrusts.

"need to hear you," he practically whines, hiding his reddening face into the crook of your neck. "say it back to me. say you'll let me in — nngh! — say you'll need me — fuckfuck, just say it, baby"

[reignpage]

In which you jump out of a moving car to spite Boyfriend!Sukuna

“—because he was just making conversation!”

Sukuna scoffs, knuckles turning white as his grip tightens on the steering wheel. “Bullshit. That guy wanted to fuck you.”

“Oh my god. So what!” you yell. “It’s not like I was gonna fucking let him!”

“Coulda fooled me.”

Just like that, your angry face, which matches his, warps into one of calm decision. With speed he doesn’t see coming, you unbuckle your seatbelt, push open the passenger door and jump out of the moving car into the dead of night.

The car screeches to a halt not even a second later. 

You’re pushing yourself up and testing the soreness in your ankle when a car door slams shut and Sukuna comes marching over to you. “You crazy, fucking bitch!” he snaps. Sukuna grabs your face, growling when you try to pull away. He inspects every inch of you, brows furrowed, and piercings glinting under the streetlights. “What the fuck is wrong with you!”

“I got a bitch ass boyfriend, that’s what’s wrong with me,” you grumble.

He ignores that. “You break anything? Wrist? Ankle? Dislocated your shoulder?” You shake your head. “Well, that’s a fucking shame.” Though as he says that, he can’t quite hide the tremors in his hands. Quieter now, he mutters with a tight frown, “Scratched your pretty face up. Fuck. Lost your one redeeming quality.”

“Okay, so I’m gonna walk home,” you say, deadpan. “I’ll see you around, asshole.” 

Sukuna runs a hand through his hair with a frustrated noise. Then he smacks his lips against yours before you can actually start walking away (not that he’d let you get very far). “Alright, alright. You fucking win. Congrats. Christ. Get back in the car — we’re going to the hospital to get you checked out. Fucking dumbass.”

A hospital visit later, you’re in bed with him, cuddled up like nothing happened. It’s how arguments with him tend to go; neither of you really hold grudges against each other. Not when you’ve fucked any grievances out after. The last mention of today’s incident, however, comes in his sleepy mumble against the top of your head: “push me out instead.”

“Hmm?”

Sukuna’s hold around your body tightens, threatening to suffocate you with his hard chest. “Don’t jump out of the car. It’s stupid. Your body’s weak. Skin bruises easily. Cuts easily too. Just kick me out instead. I deserve it, I know... bonus points if it's into oncoming traffic.”

“Okay, will do.”

“Thank you, baby.”

my man my man my man (nobody tell Nanami)

[hoefairy-4]

Something More

A Genya X f!reader fic, post Infinity Castle arc.

Synopsis: Two years after defeating Muzan, and sometimes it still feels like nothing has changed. You’re still fighting, albeit lesser demons, but that’s just on the outside. What makes it easier is finally having Genya by your side, to wade through what’s left of your ever changing world.

Warnings: 18+, kinda established relationship, reader is a demon slayer, Genya stares and fights his demon instincts a lot, kinda slow burn in the way they’re in a relationship but never talk about it directly, both kinda delicate mentally, VirtueWarrior!Sanemi, some characters might seem OOC but i promise it’s trauma, growing up and it’ll serve its purpose (A/N: this is whole lotta lore dropped, the rest of the chapters are much smoother!)

< Part 1 > Part 2

Part One: Back to Start

Neither of you had said much to the other that morning. 

You’d woken up to silence, your room lit by the soft golden glow of morning sunlight that had crept its way through the soft tatami walls. It wasn’t surprising that Genya laid beside you wordlessly, barely even blinking as he stared a hole into the ceiling. You wondered if he had been that way for long, and if he would even admit it if you asked. He had been uncharacteristically quiet since that Kasugai crow had landed on your back porch a mere month after one had come for his brother. The silence worried you. Genya had a habit of getting lost in his head and a worse habit of being unable to bring himself back. He laid still as a rock, one arm under the blanket that had covered you both, and the other above it resting flat on his chest. You sighed so he’d hear you before you reached for his hand. Without looking away from the ceiling, he lifted your hand to his face, letting it rub against his unmarred cheek before swinging up on to his feet. 

“Let’s go.”

The silence dragged on when you both emerged from the Wisteria Inn in matching black corps uniforms. You hadn’t known he still owned a uniform. His original had perished like he almost had, just as yours had. You caught his eye before quickly looking down. It wasn’t that things were awkward, you just didn’t know how to talk about what was happening, or really, what you thought was happening. Because you didn’t know anything. You couldn’t know anything, Sanemi had been radio silent-

“We probably should’ve tried not to match.” 

Genya’s deep voice filled the space he was quickly closing between you. He looked as resigned as you felt, but still forced a small smirk pull at his lip as he looked down at you. Letting your eyes drop to straight ahead, you took in the standard uniform stretched across his chest. You rubbed your thumb over each button until you made it to his belt. 

“We probably should’ve tried not to match.” You tilted your head up to look at him teasingly. 

Genya hooked his pinky into the leather loop that held your nichirin sword on your hip, tugging you closer, “They sent one crow for the both of us, you think they’re gonna be that surprised by us matching?” His forced smirk melted into the soft smile you had missed so much.  

This feeling, this comforting but all encompassing burning sensation in your center, had been brewing well before the final battle. You had both known, hell, you figured everyone had known by the time Hashira training had come around. But you hadn’t acted on it, merely stayed attached at the hip. There was no room where Genya was that you weren’t, no training that you didn’t share, no walks that you ventured together on. And when missions had separated you, you had filled the void with letters that drove your Kasugai crows insane. Time dragged on between you, and the small little bursts of warmth had grown into a wildfire that you felt from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. A wildfire that burned when he was gone and held you in a comfortable warmth when he was nearby. But you were still slayers, living on borrowed time, walking corpses with an expiration date. Sure, you wanted to be around to see the beautiful after of a world without demons, but you weren’t naive enough to believe either of you would get to see it. 

Then the final battle had come, and the shock of seeing Genya on Death’s doorstep that had smacked sense into you both. 

The image of a frantic Sanemi, the once sharp tongued and impenetrable Hashira, screaming in agony as he’d dragged his broken body with his little brother over his back, was burned into your memory forever. It had taken months to stop hearing his grief, his tortured scream, as he had yelled Genya’s name as he stepped over the corpses of their comrades. Ripped clothing that was mostly red, but partially green and purple, were wrapped over bulging meaty pieces of flesh. The older Shinazugawa had used anything he could get his hands on to knot Genya’s body back together as parts were grotesquely grown back. It was the last thing you had seen before the world had faded to black.

When you’d woken up in your new world, and found out Genya was alive but unconscious, you stood vigil at his bedside. At first you’d tried to ignore the soft echo of pacing footsteps outside the door, but when food began showing up, you knew you couldn’t leave this up to the boys to figure out. When you had finally caught Sanemi in the act of leaving food outside the door, he had sputtered over his words, barely able to respond as you invited him to sit with you. Shy in an endearing way you would’ve never expected, he had politely declined but continued to haunt the hallway outside Genya’s room. 

When Genya had finally woken up, and was able to stay awake for long enough to show real improvement, Sanemi finally entered the room. He’d sat on Genya’s bed and shared his plans to head south to where him and Genya had been raised. Where they could live again, in peace. Where things could be better, according to Sanemi. You had sat stiff as a board and completely silent as you listened to what was obviously an invitation between brothers. 

That ‘sense’ that had been smacked into you was more of an unspoken mutual realization. It had been in his eyes when he’d awoken from his month long coma, in the way he held your hand in his own whenever he could, without shame, and in the way you hadn’t spent a day apart since then. 

But this was his brother, and the doubt crept in fast. This was Sanemi, his older brother who he had spent most of his life chasing, now offering a shared future. The idea filled your heart with dread. Until a familiar warmth had sunk into your palm. It had been the first time Genya had taken your hand in his in front of someone, and the first time he’d spoken without hesitation for the both of you, as a pair.

“We’ll go with you.”

So the three of you had headed South, and you watched the Shinazugawas learn to be brothers again. They healed where they had broken, and now that the hurt had finally stopped, here was the universe dissecting the scars...

—

You knew you’d made it to the Master’s compound when the smell of wisteria carried in the wind. 

The Master’s compound was as gorgeous as you remembered. The wisteria trees towered over the well followed stone path, making way for a dreamy, cool breeze that swirled around you and Genya. The wind gently lifted each delicate, purple petal, and sent them twirling around every step you took. 

Paradise. 

Two years ago, you would’ve felt comforted by the sweetness in the air, the beauty, the peacefulness of a compound run by a man equally as gentle. It was the cocoon from which a better world would come from. It was the promise that if this little piece of land could encompass these things, it could spread beyond it. You would’ve dared to call it home. Two years ago, The Demon Slayer Corps had realized that dream. You had defeated the king of demons, and all his upper moons. You had almost died, so many actually did. All in the name of peace. It was supposed to be a done deal.

But peace seemed to be just another passing season in your lives. 

Because here you were, making your way steadily towards the Master’s main house. Not your Master, because he’d sacrificed himself. His son, your new Master. The one who had led you all through that nightmare, who led you all to victory on that night. Who now summoned you as if the last two years meant nothing at all, dragging you both right back where it all started. 

Genya’s gentle rumble of a voice broke the silence, “If you don’t pick up your feet,” he mumbled, “you’re gonna trip.” 

You sighed. “How bad do you think it’ll be?” 

“Bad.”

You looked down at your sandals. They brushed against the stone path, while Genya’s black boots barely made a sound. Annoying, you thought, his feet are like twice the size of mine. You kicked a pile of petals on the stone in front of you. 

Genya groaned and swatted at the petals that threatened to land in his mane of hair. “He summoned Sanemi a month ago, and now us.” He rolled his shoulders back, his face pinched, “All this,” he rolled his hand through the air as he came to a stop, “wouldn’t be happening unless we were needed again.”

And there it was, the truth that the two of you had been dancing around for the past week.

Genya was still looking up at the trees when you pulled yourself out of your memories, “Fucking hate that smell.” his nose scrunched, “Always have.” 

“Come on,” you pulled him beside you, “let's not keep the Master waiting.”

-

“Ah, there they are!” The booming voice of Tengen Uzui rang across the courtyard, “Took your sweet time getting here.”

Tengen Uzui, former shinobi and Sound Hashira, stood tall on the porch of the Master's estate, his bejeweled eye patch dazzling in the afternoon sun. He looked exactly the same. Same mismatched painted nails, same magenta kimono. He wore his retirement like he'd worn his uniform- like a main character’s costume. For a man who had spent his life learning how to be in the shadows, he had a true knack for creating his own spotlight. The center of attention was where he thrived. You couldn’t find him more endearing, and giggled at his teasing while Genya huffed beside you. 

“How have you been, Tengen? You look well.” 

It wasn't a shock to have the Sound Hashira receive you. He had always used the Demon Slayer Corps land as a home base, especially since Master Kiriya had taken such a liking to him. From the letters you exchanged with his wives over the years, it sounded like they'd spent more time there than anywhere else, with Tengen taking on the role of mentor to the young Master. 

"About as well as yourself." he winked at you. 

Genya dramatically rolled his eyes, to Tengen’s absolute pleasure. 

“I thought you would’ve already dropped all that attitude, Shinazugawa!” Tengen grinned, “What with you traveling with such a beauty beside you.” 

“Pay attention to your own wives.” Genya growled out.

Your breath hitched and body temperature sky rocketed. Wife? You definitely weren’t married, but you’d acted like a married couple, didn’t you? Aside from the things married couples do, you hadn’t-

“Oh, I do.” Tengen laughed as he gestured for you both to follow him, “They’re around here somewhere,” the giant man nodded at you over Genya’s head, “My girls actually wanted to go to the hot springs with you tonight.”

“Oh, hot springs!” You happily clapped your hands together. 

"I'll let them know to come find you tonight." Tengen slid open the door that led to the washitsu that overlooked one of the master’s garden. “But this is where I leave you. Good luck you two…” He began to drag the door shut before he stopped it just short of the doorframe, “oh, and try a smile, Shinazugawa.”

“Fuck off!”

The door slid shut with a quick thud, and you could hear Tengen’s laughter carrying down the hallway as his footfalls got further and further away. 

“He can be so unbearable.” Genya groaned as you both kneeled before the closed entrance on the north wall. 

You shrugged, “I think he’s charming.” 

“Yeah, I got that.” He huffed, “Awfully nice to him, aren’t ya?”

You leaned over and placed a heavy hand on Genya’s muscled thigh, “M'nicest to you.” 

Before Genya could answer, the chimes signaling the master’s arrival rang and you instantly found yourself face down, bent forward in a polite bow. It struck you how you could go two years without any of this formality, and yet a single sound could trigger a movement like muscle memory. When you looked up, the master and his two sisters sat before you. 

Master Kiriya had gotten taller. 

It was almost a happy moment, seeing him and his two sisters. They were older, and while they still held themselves in such a regal, proper manner, just seeing how they’d grown, how they’d been able to grow past the children who had been so doomed, made a shock of affection run through you. Motherless, fatherless, and missing two fifths of themselves, but now here they were: grown and thriving by the looks of things. For a moment it was easy to pretend this was just a reunion overlooking their garden, you and Genya bowed as a formality for the sake of tradition. But then Master Kiriya opened his mouth, and the beautiful illusion you’d built in moments shattered. 

“Thank you both for coming. I'm sure you're wondering why we asked you to come here today, so I won't keep you waiting. As you know, my father had theorized that once Muzan Kibutsuji was defeated, all demons would cease to exist.”

This was it. 

“It seems that theory was wrong.” 

Your heart squeezed in your chest, the air in your lungs pressed out of your body as a simmering heat and biting cold raged across your body. There was no way, not after this time, not after everyone had done so much. Flashes of chopped pink and green hair whipped through your memory like lightning, body parts and blood smeared across the ground, the screaming-

“There have been reported occurrences of animal attacks far north, coupled with reports of strange beings. There are some that accuse forest spirits of being to blame. But what is most puzzling,” your whole body tensed, “is all of these sightings are reportedly happening in multiple neighboring villages, but when you map the area…. The village in the epicenter has not reported any activity.”

“A base.” Genya mumbled.

“We need seasoned slayers like you and Genya to verify these accounts and gather further information.” Master Kiriya held up his hand, keeping you both quiet as he stepped down the wooden steps until he was a mere yard away from you, “Please listen closely, this is not a mission. The Demon Slayer Corps have long been disbanded. You are under no obligation to accept this request, and I understand if you could not accept.”

The idea of refusing wasn't an option. Your shared response was instant, “We’ll go.”

You both glanced at each other, your bodies mirroring each others. You were both leaned forward, shoulders tensed and ready to leap forward. Genya had that intense furrow in his brow, a slight snarl in his upper lip. It was the kind of aggression that promised action… a look that was admittedly your favorite. 

Master Kiriya’s voice disrupted your straying thoughts, “Then it’s settled. The two of you will head to the north side of Mount Natagumo.” Your stomach rolled. “That’s where you’ll find the village without any reports. Go, talk to locals, send your crows back with any information you may gather.” The two of you sat perfectly still at the feet of the master, holding on to his every word, “If you find things become unmanageable, send for help.” 

You both nodded. The rest of the meeting passed in a blur. Locations, victims, witnesses, all of it had been shared with your crows already. You only had until morning, then you would officially be demon slayers again. The thought alone had you bowing in autopilot. The two of you had made it just outside the barrier gate to the Masters compound when Genya had gently grasped your elbow and steered you until you were both leaned against the stone wall that lined the estate. Genya’s shoulders slumped inward as he curled in towards you.

“Are you- do you” you felt the pit in your stomach grow as you watched Genya trip over his words in a way you hadn’t seen in years, “A-Are you alright?” 

"I just- I can't believe this is happening. I just keep thinking of her-" You squeezed your eyes shut as another flash of pink rippled through your vision, "After everything we sacrificed-"

“If they’re really back,” Genya interrupted softly, “if this is really happening, when we're on that mountain, I want you to leave." His face softened, "Let me handle it, baby.” You almost didn't react because of how softly he addressed you, but when his words hit you you started shaking your head. Genya gently cradled your cheek in his hand, “I don’t want you there-“

“I want to be there.” You told him firmly, “We promised. Where you go,” you gently pulled his hand from your face so you could hold it in your own, “I go, right?”

You both looked at each other, a small wave of relief rolling over the raised edges of your anxiety. Genya’s fingers wiggled their way between yours until your hands were clasped together between the both of you.

“Hey!” You and Genya both jumped at the loud familiar voice, “Haven’t you heard it’s against corps rules to fraternize with your fellow swordsmen?” 

Behind Genya, Sanemi walked towards you both. Surprisingly, he was still in his civilian clothes: a blue kimono and dark grey hakama pants. While the sight had been a usual one at home, it felt out of place now. You weren't sure why you expected his hashira uniform, but given the circumstances you guessed you were just falling back to your older mindset. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and stepped around Genya, pulling him by the hand towards his brother, “Do rules still exist if the Corps are disbanded?” You teased. 

The former Wind Hashira smirked, “I don’t know, sweetheart, doesn’t feel very disbanded to me.” When he got within arms reach, he poked your forehead, “Kid.” 

“Nemi.” Genya cut in, still holding your hand but stepping in front of you so both boys could press their heads together like a pair of cubs. 

You cooed at the display of affection, “I think he missed you, Sanemi.”

Sanemi snorted, “You two just miss my cooking.” 

“I never said I missed you.” You poked at his blue kimono, “Although. It is really hard to find good oha-“

“Shut up!”

— 

Genya smiled as he watched you go back and forth with his brother. He would never get tired of the way you two bickered. 

When you had first agreed to go south with them, Genya had been worried. Things between the two of you had been easy, as long as you didn’t count your first meeting. And while Genya had never really forgotten the warmth that Sanemi had once radiated, you had met Sanemi when his rage had been in control. When he was callous, cruel and terribly impulsive. He had scars from head to toe that he happily displayed, and now he was missing part of a hand. Genya had worried you’d be afraid of his brother, afraid of what you might think of Genya when you realized all that they shared, that you might not find any comfort being surrounded by the Shinazugawas. But as effortlessly as you had seeped into Genya’s heart, you had wormed your way into Sanemi’s. At first it had been bittersweet, seeing Sanemi take to you so playfully reminded him of how he’d been with their smallest sister, Sumi. But now, with Sanemi so close and so familiar again after almost half a lifetime without him, Genya watched you two with a sense of pride, a purpose. 

You two were his family. 

“Look at them!” Your laughter warmed Genya as he watched you point up at your Kusagai crows playing with each other over your heads.

“Yeah, why don’t you three show us home!” Sanemi yelled up at the bird trio, “Come on, we’re staying at the wind pillar estate.” Sanemi slung his arm over his brother’s shoulder and pulled him along behind you. You walked ahead, following the Kusagai crows happily. “I’m guessing you accepted the mission.” Sanemi lowered his voice, “Feel up to the job?”

Genya gave him a sharp look before he rolled his eyes, “Tengen.” 

“Ah, don’t say it like that.” Sanemi poked his cheek, “You would’ve had to tell me.”

While you would have blamed it on something as ridiculous as jealousy, Genya would say that his general lack of trust in Tengen was rooted in the seemingly questionable relationships he had with his fellow surviving Hashiras. Genya knew that Giyuu had stayed surprisingly close to the Sound Hashira, the two of them choosing to stay in their estates full time. The Water Hashira made the trek south to visit Sanemi from time to time, and always had jokes and stories from the wives. You and Genya had figured it was a stray cat situation. The water Hashira had been void of any happiness or affection, and the marriage of four was so warm and welcoming. But with Sanemi and Tengen, they always seemed to bring out the worst in each other. Thick as thieves. Especially the few times they'd visited: they gossiped, they competed and Genya wasn’t sure how wrong he was about the way the Sound Hashira looked at his older brother. He wasn’t a fan of the way Tengen looked at you either, or the way the ex-shinobi was always picking on him. 

There was just a lot about Tengen to dislike!

“You two gossip worse than old ladies having tea.” 

“I’ll have you know Hina makes a delicious matcha.”

“Hina?” Genya raised an eyebrow at his brother. 

Sanemi acted like he hadn't said anything at all, “When do you leave?” 

Still baffled but unwilling to prod anymore, Genya allowed it, “We leave in the morning… Might be nothing, might be something.” He leaned his head towards Sanemi, his eyes fixed on your back as you giggled at something the crows did, “What do you think?” 

“He has me training survivors.” Genya flinched, “Can’t wield a fucking sword, but can still kick the shit out of some of these bastards.” 

“Hey!” You stood on the hill ahead waving your arms, “You’re falling behind!” 

“I’m an old man!” Sanemi shouted back.

“You’re 23!” 

“I’m a war hero!” 

The way you rolled your eyes and huffed as you turned on your heel made Genya smile. Sanemi squeezed his shoulder as he leaned in, his voice lowered as the boys trailed closer to you.

“You could-“

“Don’t.” Genya cut him off, “I know what you’re gonna say but you won’t change our mind. We have to.” 

Sanemi dropped his hold on Genya to cross both his arms behind his head, “Just look after each other. You still have that future ahead of you.” 

Genya scratched his cheek to cover his blush.

By the time they'd arrived at Sanemi's estate, the sun had retreated behind the surrounding mountains. The older Shinazugawa had always refused to refer to this home as his own, he always had, but everyone knew the wind estate would always belong to the Wind Hashira. Even the Master. After the war, Master Kiriya had kindly gifted each estate to their prospective Hashira. The estate would be Sanemi's for as long as he lived. 

When you rounded the corner, you waved to the Kakushi sweeping out front.

“Welcome home!” The happy chorus of voices echoed through the entrance of Sanemi’s estate. 

You bowed politely at them, and made small talk as you waited for the brothers to catch up. When they did, Sanemi kept his head down and stepped up the small few steps to land on the porch.

“Everything in order?” Sanemi asked. 

The Kakushi nodded eagerly, “Yes sir, we’ve prepared two bedrooms for their stay. One for your brother in your wing and one in the east wing for her.”

You and Genya’s heads snapped towards each other, confusion on your faces. Genya took a step up on to the porch, “But-“

Sanemi turned around from behind the Kakushi and dragged his thumb across his neck. When the Kakushi turned around, Sanemi had dropped his hand and nodded. 

“Great, we’ve got it from here.” Sanemi waved his hand at the pair of Kakushi who stood wide eyed on the porch, “You’re dismissed.”

You forced a smile as you quickly scurried past the visibly confused Kakushi who stood frozen on the doorstep. Genya glared at Sanemi as he followed you both inside, completely oblivious. You knew what was coming so you stepped back, letting Genya pass you in the doorway so you could quickly shut it behind you. Sanemi had already started on Genya before you got a chance to turn around. 

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” You leaned back against the wall, ready to watch them go at it. “You can’t just come to a pillar estate and demand to sleep with someone who’s not your wife. Have some fucking decorum. What’d I raise, an animal?”

Genya crossed his arms and looked away from you both, “Didn’t have a problem with it at home.” He grumbled.

“What was that?”

“I said,” Genya petulantly raised his voice, “you didn’t say shit when we were at home!”

“Look,” Sanemi pointed his finger at Genya and poked at his puffed up chest, “I think the two of you are real cute, so I don’t say shit. Especially since it’s clear to me you’re doing nothing but sleeping.” You made a sound reminiscent of a wounded animal as you turned and cringed into the wall, “But here, you’re gonna show the manners I raised you with and not give those goddamn Kakushi anything to gossip about.”

“This is soooooo-“

“Don’t like it?” Sanemi had a wild look in his eye as he leaned into Genya's space, “Get married.” When the two of you looked anywhere but at the Wind Hashira, he barked out a laugh, "That's what I thought. Now come help me prepare dinner." 

-

After dinner, Genya and Sanemi walked around the backyard, surrounded by fireflies as they set up the training yard for the next day's exercises. The house behind the main compound had a lone light flickering in it, and Sanemi frowned when he noticed it.

"Those goddamn idiots, complained all day about being tired and now they're in there awake at this time." 

Genya grinned, "Want me to go in there?" 

"Don't start." you called from where you sat on the porch, "Let them do it to themselves, they'll pay tomorrow." 

Both Shinazugawas yelled back at you in unison, "That's no fun!" 

"HelloOoo!" Suma's voice carried through the training yard, "Anyone home?" 

"We're back here!" you excitedly leapt off the porch, your feet crunching over the gravel. 

The large gate swung open, and an excited Suma Uzui came charging through with her arms outstretched. With a scream of your name, she threw herself at you. You laughed as she shook you back and forth in her arms. Suma was shockingly strong for being so small and adorable. 

"You're going to suffocate her, Suma!" 

Looking over Suma's shoulder, heat filled your cheeks as Makio and Hinatsuru caught up to their overly excited wife. When Makio finally reached you, she barked at and dragged Suma off of you, just to launch herself at you. You laughed as you hugged her tight, Hinatsuru’s soft palm stroking the arm you had wrapped around her wife. 

"Hi, Sanemi and Genya!” Suma happily chirped while Hinatsuru waved to the boys. 

The Wind Hashira shyly waved back, not quite lifting his head to either woman. 

Makio finally let go but held you arms length away, "Heard you could use some girl time, you know," she gestured to the two men in the center of the yard, "since you've been stuck with those two."

Both brothers grumbled. 

"Yeah," Hinatsuru smiled at you, "we're way overdue for a hot spring soak. Will you come with us?"

"Of course!" you agreed. 

“Just you girls?” Genya called over his shoulder as he shoved another dummy upright.

Makio grinned, “Maybe Lord Tengen too. He just loves his hot springs.” 

Genya's head snapped right back in her direction.

“Makio!” Hinatsuru waved her hand at Genya, “She’s kidding, it’ll just be the four of us, honest.” 

“Yeah, we'd rather keep her all to ourselves!” Suma giggled as Genya looked between each woman like they were a code he had to decipher. 

You wanted to die. “Okay, great, let’s go!” Spreading your arms, you pushed all three women towards the gate, "Don't wait up!" you called over your shoulder. 

When you were finally outside of the gates, you fell easily into step with the charming Uzui women. You caught up, heard all about the crocheting that Suma was trying to learn, the tea smoked duck that Hinatsuru was trying to perfect and the new swordsmanship that Makio was training in. 

The three women were not only stunning, but incredible in their ways. You could easily see how they complimented each other. Suma, with her sweet curiosity and impulsiveness, Makio with her headstrong confidence and protectiveness over those around her, and Hinatsuru with her gentle touch and diplomatic nature. There was something incredibly endearing about each wife, and how they loved not only the same man but each other. By the time you'd made it to the hot springs and stripped down, you felt like you hadn't lost any time at all with the three women. 

"You look good." Hinatsuru softly told you as you walked down the stones that slowly lowered you into the water. 

"Thanks, we keep up with our training." you grinned, "More out of habit than anything." 

You looked over at Makio as she stretched just above the hot springs. Her body was as flawless as her wives, the hard planes of muscle holding together the softness of her hips and supple chest. 

"Stop showing off and just come in already!" Suma whined.

"Or you could stay right there." Hinatsuru called out.

You lowered half your face into the water as Makio squatted down with her legs spread before she slinked off the smooth bedrock into the water. Your cheeks burned as Suma whistled like a man on the street and Hinatsuru grinned.

"I can't believe you, you just want to rile up everyone tonight." you joked.

“Oh please, I was doing you a favor.” Makio pulled herself up to sit on a rock shelf that left her in the water from the waist down. Her wet tits reflected the moonlight. “You’re gonna get ravished when you get home.” 

You let out a squeak, shaking your head, “No!” 

“No?” Suma whined, “What do you mean no?” 

Hinatsuru leaned forward, “You still haven’t…” 

“No.” You choked out.

Makio cursed while Suma whined about how unfair and unbelievable it was that Genya hadn’t “manned up”.

“He sure acts like he’s all up in it.” Makio rolled his eyes, “Not married, not sleeping with you, what’s the hold up?” 

“I mean, we do sleep together, just not like that.” That was definitely not something you ever wrote in a letter. All three women shared a look, but it was Hinatsuru who gently pressed. 

"How did that start?"

"After the final battle," you shrugged, "we started having nightmares. Really bad ones," you looked down, away from the softened faces of the Uzui wives, "and it got worse, cause we'd wake up and be alone and then we'd panic-" you shrugged, "if you're dreaming that everyone is dead and wake up in alone in a dark room-" you shook your head, "One night, after we'd made it south, I heard Genya screaming in the middle of the night and I'd-" you chuckled, "I went right through his door." The other women chuckled with you, "He was having a bad dream, and when he'd woken up, panicked- He grabbed me and we just stayed like that. Come morning, Sanemi actually found us," you still blushed at the memory, "I thought he was going to kill him. But when we explained, he just walked away." 

"You slept through the night together?"

"Yeah!" you nodded, "That's how we got 'caught'," you curled your two fingers above the water, "we'd slept right into the afternoon."

“Have you guys talked about marriage?” 

“No!” You looked down into the water as you explained, “We haven’t really talked about us.” 

“Not at all?” When you shook your head, Makio went from annoyed to concerned, “Have you tried?”

“No.” 

“Are you going to try to talk to Genya?” Suma pressed.

“I don’t know!” You whined, “We just… work. And I know it sounds absurd but we know how we feel. We just haven’t- you know.”

“Fucked?” Makio laughed when your face twisted, “Sorry, made love?” You groaned and dropped your head back, “Have you at least seen it?” 

You thought Hinatsuru would’ve hissed at Makio by now, but when the silence dragged on, you opened your eyes to find all three women staring at you. 

“Have you?” Suma pushed. 

“What?” You laughed, “I mean…” all three women grinned. “I’ve seen… part of it.” 

Under the water, you rubbed your thighs together. You had seen part of Genya’s manhood before. The thickened root of his cock visible when he’d walk around with his pants unbuttoned in the morning. Flashes of you on your knees in front of him filled your mind instantly. You could picture yourself nuzzling that clothed bulge between his legs as you delicately sucked on the exposed skin at the base of his cock. Gods, you loved when he took long to get ready in the morning. Those slivers of pelvis. Just knowing he wore nothing under his clothes did it for you. It’d be so easy to just open his pants and take hold of him. And there were a few times where you’d bathed in a river during your travels. You'd definitely seen somethin' dangled between his legs as he stepped over rocks with his back to you. You didn’t know the complete shape of him, but you’d seen enough to fuel your fantasies. 

And Gods, his ass.

You swallowed the drool in your mouth, “He looks… thick.” 

“A man that big?” Makio winked at you, “Gotta be proportional.” 

Suma giggled and poked at your heated cheeks, “Yeah, we know all about that.” But her smiling face dropped into a pouted at Hinatsuru and Makio, “Now I want some.” She whined. 

Makio splashed Suma as she pushed her way towards her, "Always such a perv." She grinned as she reached out and dragged Suma in to kiss her. 

When you looked over at Hinatsuru, she was watching both women with a small smile, “Have you kissed?” she asked softly.

You nodded, “Not like everyday, but we have a few times.” 

“Oh!” Suma squealed as she broke away from Makio, “You could kiss him more, maybe he’d get the message since your thing is not talking.”

"We mess around, from time to time," you tried to ignore the way Makio was holding Suma from behind, pressing soft kisses into her shoulder, "we just don't... talk about it."

"So you just exist sexually frustrated?" Makio asked as she rubbed her cheek against Suma's shoulder. Suma suddenly squealed in Makio's lap, her cheeks flushed. 

"Knock it off, you two." Hinatsuru spoke sternly before she turned back to you, "Are you?"

"Huh?"

"Sexually frustrated?" 

You blanched, "Well, I- I mean... yes." you sighed.

"Are you at least getting yourself off?" Suma talked like she was asking about the weather, "Cause you know, you never did answer that letter of mine about how to make yourself cum."

"Suma!" You groaned.

"She does have the best dexterity out of us."

"Hush, Makio."

Makio grinned at Hinatsuru, "Aw, sweetheart, don't worry, you know you have the best mouth." 

You felt lightheaded listening to the three of them. 

Hinatsuru made a face at Makio before turning back to Suma, "That's what you wrote a letter to her about?" She laughed.

"What!" Suma yelled, “I knew she’d left with the Shinazugawas, but it had been a while until Lord Tengen said she was with Genya. Either brother would have been fine, but c’mon- Genya would definitely be a bit more forward than Sanemi would ever be-"

"Ohhhhhh, no." you groaned.

“We all know he's a bit of a prude- Ow!“ Suma growled at Makio who was already giving her a look to get on with it, "So anyway, I figured even if Genya was up to the task, Sanemi was probably a huge cockblock-" Makio and Hinatsuru's laughter filled the air as Suma babbled on, "so naturally, she'd have to take care of herself!" 

"You thought she might’ve been with Sanemi?" Makio cackled into the night air.

"I didn't know!" Suma yelled. 

"No, no, no." you muttered over and over as you squeezed your arms around yourself. 

"It's not like there's a wrong brother. Sanemi wouldn't be a bad choice," Hinatsuru leaned back on her elbows, "He can take direction well from a woman."

Wow, fuck. 

"I'm gonna head home." you stood to the chorus of whines and 'come back's from the Uzui women.

"At least reread my letter!" Suma called after you, "Or stay and watch!" 

You squealed and speed walked out of there, quickly tying a robe around yourself. When you looked over your shoulder, they were crowded together in the water. 

Nope, not watching.

-

Laying in the dark of your room, your mind felt like a muddled whirlpool of the Uzui wives and your own thoughts. You still felt heated, a mixture of the hot springs still steamed into your skin, and the heat of your body reacting to so many thoughts of Genya.

I am all alone, you thought to yourself. 

Biting your lip, you dragged your finger tips along the side of your soft sleep kimono so you could get a good fistful of the fabric. Shimmying it up your legs, you spread them until your knees were tucked up at your sides. Heat and want thrummed between your legs. Reaching down, your sighs dragged into a moan. You were so wet, your fingertips glided between your dripping hole and swollen clit. Flashes of Genya filled your mind. Moments where he’d put that big body to use. Moments where he’d stood over you, placed a heavy hand on you, or shown off the strength in that defined body. You couldn’t get the picture of his burly abs out of your head. You wanted to drag your wet pussy across them and grind your name into his skin. You wanted to slide down and take his manhood right to the hilt. You wanted to grope him, to squeeze him through his pants while you’d tell me him how you need him. Genya loved to be helpful, useful, to please you. You knew he could make you cry in the best way. 

“Genya…” you sighed to yourself as you pressed the tip of your finger against your entrance. 

You were so hot and slick, your finger slid to the first knuckle easily. Curving it upward, you pressed your finger into your flesh. A soft gasp left your lips as you gently worked your finger in and out of your pussy. Kicking your bed sheets off, you let the cool air brush against your heated skin as you pulled at button that secured your kimono, the material parting open and letting the cool air harden your sensitive nipples. Feeling impatient, you twisted one to add to the ache. It wasn’t hard to imagine Genya being a bit rough with you. You knew he had a bit of an aggressive streak to him, and nothing was hotter to you than imagining his teeth gently nipping at your tits. You kept pulling at your nipples, trying to quickly switch between the two with your single hand. Your other still had a finger deep inside your pulsing pussy. 

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard a soft scratching at your door.

Quickly rolling on to your knees, you winced as your finger slipped out of you. You struggled to hear over your own soft panting as you quickly pulled your kimono back in place, and toppled over when two quick knocks rattled your door. Your cheeks burned as you tried to stand on your shaky legs. When you threw the door open, the subject of your fantasy stood tall in the doorway.

You gasped as Genya squeezed your hips and hefted you over his shoulder. 

“Shhhhhh! Could you have been any slower?” He hissed as he quickly stepped in and shut the door behind him.

You giggled upside down against his back as he walked over to your futon. Standing on the soft bedding, he dropped to his knees, carefully laying you down just so he could drop himself on top of you. 

“Genya!” You groaned.

A happy rumble vibrated against your chest where he laid his head, his heavy chest pressed into your stomach. You prayed he couldn’t feel your hard nipples poking out from the fabric that covered you. Desperate to distract him, you reached for his hair but cringed and quickly changed hands when you noticed your wet finger. Closing your fist around the glistening digit, you laid it against his back as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed your completely dry but not innocent hand into his hair. Completely unaware, Genya happily nuzzled into your collarbone. 

“Couldn’t do it.” He mumbled against you. 

Your dry hand pulled at the curled, spiky ends of his soft hair, “Hmm?”

“Couldn’t sleep without you.”

“Me either.” You assured him softly. 

He squeezed you again for a moment, “You smell so good.”

Your cheeks heated. Genya’s nose had always been good, his senses heightened by his abilities. But right now you could only guess what he was smelling, and it was beyond mortifying. You sunk your fingers into his hair so you could massage his scalp, hoping the distraction was enough. But it wasn’t, because Genya was only quiet for a moment before his voice broke the silence again. 

“Does it bother you?” You stayed silent, unsure of what he was referring to, “Us, uh, sharing a room?” he huffed as he suddenly sat up to look up at you, “I’ve never asked if it made you uncomfortable. I never really thought what others could, what they would think.”

You could feel your lips part, “Genya, I-“

“I don’t want to stop.” Genya told you sternly, before he looked away “I-I just want to ask, is it okay? Because if it's not-”

You scoffed, “No, it’s not okay.” You giggled at his shocked face before you dramatically told him, “I can’t fucking sleep without you now, so now we’re doomed to sleep together forever!” You threw your arms over your head. 

The smile that spread across Genya’s face made your stomach fill with butterflies and you happily squealed when he yanked you down beneath him. He happily hummed as he pressed his lips to your cheek softly. Melting into you, he let you pull him down into the cradle of your hips. You wrapped your legs around him as he pulled his lips from your cheek. When you looked down at his mouth, it was closer to your own, and yours eyes slipped shut as he softly kissed you on the mouth. When he pressed another kiss to your lips, he shifted and gasped against your mouth. You could feel the heavy heat of him pressed to your bare core. You both laid there, wrapped in each other, seemingly frozen in place. 

Genya finally broke the silence between you, your lips brushing against his own when he spoke, “We need to leave early tomorrow.” His voice was deeper and rough, closer to the growl you loved, “We need to sleep.”

“Uh huh.” 

“Cmon, baby.” He whispered as he wrapped one of his large hands around your ankle, “gotta let me go.”

“Don’t wanna.” you whined as you rubbed your nose against his.

Genya chuckled, “Brat.” 

His hand squeezed your ankle, the length of his fingers easily wrapped around you. But when you thought he was letting go, he instead dragged his fingertips up your calf until they landed where your kimono had bunched up on your thighs. He pressed his large hand flat against the expanse of skin, the heat of his palm searing. You bumped your nose against his again as you squeezed his hips with your thighs. He was still pressed against you, and you could feel the pulse of his length through his pants as it hardened against your clit. Surely he could feel that he had the only layer in the way. There was no reason for you two not to take things further. Especially now, being back in the field where your lives had an unknown expiration on them. If you could just-

Thud. 

You both jumped back from one another like you’d been electrocuted. Your legs snapped shut the second Genya was kneeled in front of you, hunched over so his forearm could be pressed over his lap. You looked at each other, bracing for impact. Both your faces burned a furious shade of red.

“If I hear a single peep.” Sanemi’s deep voice rattled through the door, “If I hear a single Kakushi gasp tomorrow… I will beat you, Genya.”

Your hand flew to your mouth to muffle the laughter at what you knew to be an empty threat. Especially when Genya's face told you a part of him believed it. 

“Do you hear me?” Sanemi growled. 

“Yes, sir.” Genya obediently replied. 

Sanemi’s heavy footsteps stomped away as he hissed, “Fucking degenerates.” on the way back to his own room.

The second his stomping was out of ear shot, you both burst into laughter.

“Holy shit.” Genya rubbed his eyes with his free, the other still pressed over his lap, “He’s such a mother hen.” 

“He is so desperate to protect my virtue.” 

Genya sputtered as he struggled to crawl over your futon, not even bothering with answering you. Neither one of you looked at the other as you awkwardly shuffled under the blankets. Genya, desperate to not to make his own problem known, and you desperate not to flash him. You somehow managed to stick your legs into your futon while keeping your knees firmly together, while Genya managed to keep half a foot between you. You laid there for a few minutes, willing the heat on your cheeks to settle as you heard Genya's soft breathing behind you. Rolling over, you found him facing you as usual. His long mohawk fanned on the pillow above his head. You could tell from the way his lips were pressed shut that he wasn't anywhere near asleep yet.

“You look like a peacock.” You whispered. 

“Go to sleep.” He grumbled, but you could see a smile twitching on his lips. 

“Fine.” You leaned forward and gently pressed your lips to his, “Hey,” you whispered against his cheek, “We can do this.” 

Genya’s thick forearm wrapped around your waist and dragged you to him until you were snug under his chin. 

“I know.” 

[hoefairy-4]

Hi, I'm insane and re-wrote / edited this AGAIN. The second chapter isn't quite ready yet but I'm happy with the way it's coming.

meanwhile, I'm thinking of releasing an outtake of what the uzui girls got up to...

[danascullly]

Only Murders in the Building | Season 5 Episode 4 - Dirty Birds Written by Kristin Newman

[hoefairy-4]

A sneak peak into Something More, Part II: The Badlands

- - - -

Genya looked up at you expectantly from the ledge below and stretched his arms up towards you. “Jump.” He wasn’t smiling or smug, he didn’t even look shy in the moment.

He looked sure.

Fall into me. I’ll catch you, everytime.

The idiot still blocking your way scoffed, “It’s such a drop, he won’t be able-“

You swung my leg over the edge, bunny hopping right off the cobblestone lined edge. Time slowed as gravity sunk into your bones and for a moment, a weightlessness tugged at your stomach. But then it was over, and all you could feel was Genya’s firm, hot touch. Your bodies had landed perfectly in place, his thick forearm wrapped around your waist firmly while his other hand grasped the back of your thigh. It hiked your leg up on his hip in a way that would’ve sent Sanemi into a tailspin. On reflex, your arm had wrapped around his shoulders, your fingers twirled around some of the spiky tendrils from his mohawk.

“Thanks.” You mumbled, so close to him you didn’t have to worry whether or not he heard you.

“Of course.”

He ignored the squawking of the boy on the trail above us, and let your legs drop, still keeping his one arm wrapped around your waist. The shift left you flush together, chest to chest. You lightly pressed your fingers into his shoulders, your lips twisting upward as you felt the solid muscles that you knew corded down his arms from his thick chest.

Your breath hitched as you took in the look on his face. His lavender eyes bored into yours as he slowly lowered you against him. It wasn’t until the hard planes of his abdomen rubbed against your hips that he seemed to be aware of how close you were.

The gravel crunched beneath your feet.

“Hey!” The kid above us kicked a rock down at us, “That was dangerous, are you crazy?”

“Shut up!” Genya barked back.

- - - -

Read Part 1 here

[hoefairy-4]

Next part is still coming!!!

[lyra-weis]

[angela812185]

[morninglyre]

Sometimes I think about how Gyomei looked at Genya, an angry child with so much pain in him. And taught him gentleness again by having him learn how to shape bonsai trees and that just makes me so ill for the rest of the day.

[hoefairy-4]

A sneak peak into Something More, Part II: The Badlands

- - - -

Genya looked up at you expectantly from the ledge below and stretched his arms up towards you. “Jump.” He wasn’t smiling or smug, he didn’t even look shy in the moment.

He looked sure.

Fall into me. I’ll catch you, everytime.

The idiot still blocking your way scoffed, “It’s such a drop, he won’t be able-“

You swung my leg over the edge, bunny hopping right off the cobblestone lined edge. Time slowed as gravity sunk into your bones and for a moment, a weightlessness tugged at your stomach. But then it was over, and all you could feel was Genya’s firm, hot touch. Your bodies had landed perfectly in place, his thick forearm wrapped around your waist firmly while his other hand grasped the back of your thigh. It hiked your leg up on his hip in a way that would’ve sent Sanemi into a tailspin. On reflex, your arm had wrapped around his shoulders, your fingers twirled around some of the spiky tendrils from his mohawk.

“Thanks.” You mumbled, so close to him you didn’t have to worry whether or not he heard you.

“Of course.”

He ignored the squawking of the boy on the trail above us, and let your legs drop, still keeping his one arm wrapped around your waist. The shift left you flush together, chest to chest. You lightly pressed your fingers into his shoulders, your lips twisting upward as you felt the solid muscles that you knew corded down his arms from his thick chest.

Your breath hitched as you took in the look on his face. His lavender eyes bored into yours as he slowly lowered you against him. It wasn’t until the hard planes of his abdomen rubbed against your hips that he seemed to be aware of how close you were.

The gravel crunched beneath your feet.

“Hey!” The kid above us kicked a rock down at us, “That was dangerous, are you crazy?”

“Shut up!” Genya barked back.

- - - -

Read Part 1 here

[kattsnebula]

katsuki bakugo goes feral when you pull his hair during sex.

⤷ ゛warnings ˎˊ˗ language, aged-up bakugo, smut!: vaginal sex, hair pulling, etc (i barely write smut. bare with me)

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

he isn’t the type to beg. not for anything. ever.

but when your fingers knot into his sweat damped hair, yanking just hard enough to make his teeth clench and his cock twitch inside you? fuck, bakugo loses it.

it starts low, like most things with him— rough hands and impatient grunts, his hips slamming into yours with some insane kind of precision that makes your back arch off the mattress. he’s got you pinned, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your thigh like it’s his personal putty. his rhythm is relentless, each thrust punching a gasp from your lips, his head drops towards yours shoulder.

“fucking perfect,” he rasps, “take it, goddamn— just like that.”

you whine, nails digging into his shoulders, but it’s not enough. you need more, need to feel him unravel. so you fist a hand in his hair and pull.

the reaction is instant. a ragged groan tears from his throat, his hips stuttering, his cock jerking deep inside you. his head snaps back, exposing the line of his throat, his muscular neck, he swallows hard. his eyes lock onto yours, pupils blown wide.

“again,” he demands, voice wrecked.

you obey, tightening your grip, tugging just shy of painful. his breath hitches, his hips snapping forward harder and faster, the slap of skin filling the room. he’s close— you can tell by the way his muscles tremble, the way his thrusts turn erratic, the way his fingers dig harder into your skin.

“fuck, fuck, gonna—“ he chokes out, and you yank again, harder this time, just to watch him break.

oh and he does. with a shout and a bunch of swears, he buries himself to the max, spilling inside you, his body shuddering as he rides out the aftershocks. his forehead drops to your shoulder again, his breath hot and uneven against your skin.

when he finally lifts his head, his smirk is all lazy satisfaction. he breathes hard.

“cheap fucking trick.”

(an): ᝰ.ᐟ i’m dying right now. this is why i don’t write smut. I CRINGED LIKE 5929282 TIMES MAKING THIS IM GENUINELY EMBARRASED TO POST TS💔💔

[taoisms]

do you think sometimes keigo still feels the wind beneath this wings like the itch of a phantom limb, or perhaps the drop of his stomach when he'd let gravity take over? do you think the scars on his skin are still tender to the touch, when you run your lips over them late at night, and feel more than hear the soft hitch of his breath, the weight of a world on his shoulders that he knows he no longer has to carry alone.

do you think he misses it? the flying. the falling.

bc sometimes you think he does. sometimes, you see him shrug through the doorway as if he's still got wings, his body so used to the weight and width of them that it's second nature -- muscle memory.

and sometimes, there's the light in his eyes when you're sitting at dinner, next to a glass-paned window with the city glittering below -- his gaze straying from your face to the great cloud-less sky, the moon hung low and sweet as a becoming lover. bright and patient. waiting, always waiting.

and you might wish you could be jealous -- of the way he loves the sky. and maybe you ought to be, sometimes. but instead, you curl yourself around him on the nights when the moon doesn't shine, when even the stars have veiled their eyes with clouds, and kiss the junction of his shoulders, trace the great divots between his shoulder blades -- where his wings used to be.

"do you miss it?" you ask, voice low, lips ghosting against his skin.

keigo shifts, his shoulders tensing and relaxing beneath your touch.

"yeah. sometimes."

you snuggle in closer, curve your body around his like a question mark. he lets you hold him and hold him and hold him. as if the answer might be found in the negative spaces between your bodies, or perhaps mapped like a constellation from all the places your skin presses against his -- so many points, so many stars.

"don't think i'll ever stop missing it," he admits, one night, before twisting in your arms to face you. in the thick, mid-winter dark, his eyes are the amber of bygone days. "but... 's okay," he says, reaching out to pull you into his chest, "there's nothin' like it, really."

you nod, closing your eyes, feeling his heartbeat beneath your palm.

"still, kinda proud of it though --" he says, a low chuckle rumbling from his body to yours. you look up, curious, "that there was somethin' worth losing it all for, y'know? that... we came out the other side and well --" he tips your chin up for a brief kiss before pulling back with a soft grin.

"-- and now, there're other things worth falling for."

[istehlurvz]

no. 2

[subatoism]

Love love love characters that present themselves as emotionally open social butterflies but the more you see of them the more obvious it is that they’re the most closed off fuckers in the story. Sure, they want to help you with your personal problems and messy emotions, but if you turn that shit back on them, they’ll shut down or deflect every time. Why are you sticking your nose in their business anyway? It’s not like it matters. They’re not a person, they’re just a role being played. They’re the guy who fixes things and saves people. Please ignore the man behind the mask, he’s fine. Everything’s fine.