⋆˚ ✿ ˖ ࣪ tengen fucking you behind his wives’ backs
tengen knows he shouldn’t be seeing you, especially when he has three wives at home who don’t particularly like you — and for good reason. but he just can’t help the way he’s grown addicted to you, and especially addicted to the way your pussy feels around his thick cock as your gummy walls tighten around him every time he’s inside.
his wives have every reason to be suspicious of you with the way tengen’s eyes linger on you for too long or the way you look up at him with that playful glint they know all too well. they see the way he’s overly friendly with you, the lingering touches and the way he laughs with crinkles next to his eyes, the type of laughter they rarely see anymore. and to anyone else, it was painfully obvious what was going on between you two, but tengen always reassured them that you were nothing more than friends, and that they had nothing to worry about.
he’ll say that, then not even a few hours later find himself in your home late at night when his wives are asleep, fucking you deep into the mattress with your legs resting on his broad shoulders as you cry out his name and your pussy swallows his length whole, like you were made perfectly for him.
sex with you is just something else. with the way your pussy sucks him in so eagerly, desperate to swallow him whole as your walls flutter around his shaft — it has tengen completely addicted and completely at your mercy, even if he knew it was wrong. but even the thought of his wives finding out definitely doesn’t make him stop, only adding to the thrill.
“you’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby..”, he’ll mutter against your ear as he watches you come undone beneath him, admiring the sight of your parted lips and half lidded eyes as he continues to stretch you out with his cock, his mushroom tip throbbing when he nears his peak while snapping his hips forward.
and as he watches the way you cum, writhing beneath him with pretty babbles and the high pitched moan of his name, it has tengen’s throbbing cock still hard and eager to pound your overstimulated pussy over and over despite the overflow of cum in the clear latex around his cock, and he honestly can’t help but wish he didn’t have to use this stupid condom, the thought of claiming you as his own from filling you up with his seed sounding way more appealing.
── 𓏲𓏲⠀⠀.. 𝒯𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐒 fucking you in public !
nsfw, public sex, explicit themes, female reader, non-vanilla content ☆ characters featured: giyu, shinobu, kyojuro, tengen, mitsuri, muichiro, obanai, sanemi, gyomei
author's note ♡ here's your meal for today... eat it up
೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀
The quiet of the forest didn’t matter to him. You were on your knees against a mossy rock, your breath shaking as Giyu’s hand pressed firmly on the small of your back. His usually stoic voice cracked low, muttering against your ear, “No one else… only I get to see you like this.”
His thrusts were slow at first, dragging deep inside you as if he wanted to memorize every reaction. But once he felt you clench around him, his rhythm turned punishing, the water of his breath against your neck as ragged as the river crashing nearby.
You tried to move your hands, but his calloused fingers pinned them down, holding you steady as he drove harder. Every wet slap echoed in the open air, and your muffled whimpers only seemed to make him push deeper, needing you to drown under him.
೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐔 𝐊𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐎
Shinobu loved the sound of your pleading. You were flat on your back on her futon, wrists tied above your head with silk ribbon. Her smile was deceptively sweet, violet eyes glimmering as she moved her hips just enough to brush against you—never enough to satisfy.
“Oh? Did you think I’d let you finish so soon?” she teased, her soft voice dripping with mockery. She slid her tongue along your collarbone before sinking her teeth in lightly, leaving sharp crescent marks.
You gasped, arching, but she only laughed, grinding down once before pulling away completely. Every little whimper had her smirking more, savoring how she could control every twitch of your body. The final straw was her lips brushing yours, whispering: “Beg harder.”
೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔
Your back slammed into a tree trunk, bark digging into your skin as Rengoku’s burning gaze locked on yours. His hands gripped your thighs, lifting you with ease before slamming inside you with a force that left you gasping. “Beautiful... You’re taking me so well.” he roared, each thrust deep and fiery.
The warmth of his body consumed you, sweat dripping down his temple as he buried his face into your neck, groaning your name. His pace was wild, almost desperate, like he was chasing the flames themselves, needing to leave his heat inside you.
You clawed at his shoulders, whimpering as he praised every reaction, every squeeze, every cry. His last thrusts were brutal, claiming you completely as he panted against your lips: “You’re mine.”
೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈
Tengen had you bent over the edge of a rooftop, the lantern light of the city flickering below. “Now this,” he drawled, his voice dripping with cocky satisfaction, “is what you call flamboyant.”
Each thrust made your body jolt, your moans dangerously close to being overheard. His jeweled hands wrapped around your waist, nails digging into your skin as he pulled you back onto him. “Louder,” he commanded, smirking when you bit your lip.
“Don’t hold back—let them all know who’s fucking you.” His pace was unrelenting, brutal, almost showy in its rhythm. The thrill of being seen only made him harder, his breath hot on your ear as he growled, “You’re perfect like this, my extravagant little prize.”
೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐈
Mitsuri couldn’t stop gushing—both with words and with need. She dragged you into a quiet shrine, tugging your robes down with trembling hands. “You’re so pretty, I could eat you alive!” she whined, her mouth finding your neck as her hips pressed frantically against yours. When she shoved you back onto the floor and settled between your legs, her gasp was needy, almost a sob, as she buried her face against your wetness.
“Ahhh—you taste so good, I love it, I love it!” she moaned, tongue lapping eagerly while her fingers curled deep inside you. Her hips rocked against the floor as if she could fuck herself on nothing, whining louder with every cry you made. She clung to your thighs like she’d never let go, every wet suck and sloppy kiss paired with praise until you could hardly breathe.
When your orgasm hit, she moaned with you, drinking it all in before pulling up to kiss you messily, whispering, “Please, let me have more—I want all of you so badly.”
೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐌𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐎
Muichiro was eerily calm as he pressed you against the training room wall. His blank teal eyes never left yours, as though he wanted to watch every flicker of expression. His thrusts were steady, deep, dragging slow moans out of you until you had to cover your mouth.
“Don’t,” he murmured flatly, removing your hand from your lips. “I want to hear you.” His fingers slipped around your throat, not squeezing, just holding—reminding you he was in control. Each roll of his hips had you shaking, your legs trembling around his waist as he tilted his head, studying you like an art piece.
“You feel… good,” he admitted softly, voice detached, almost dreamy. “Like a haze I don’t want to clear.”
೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈 𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎
Obanai dragged you into the shadows of the barracks, his mismatched eyes glinting with hunger. His scarf was shoved down just enough to bare his lips as he kissed you hard, biting until you whimpered. “No one else gets to touch you,” he hissed, his grip bruising on your hips as he slammed into you. His thrusts were rough, punishing, almost punishingly deep.
The sensation of his body coiling around yours, his hands tightening on your throat, left you dizzy with need. He marked your skin with sharp bites, each one a warning, each one a claim. “Mine,” he growled, his voice hoarse, “mine forever.”
೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀
Sanemi didn’t care that you were half-undressed in the middle of a training field. He had shoved you over the railing, yanking your hair back as he rammed into you. “You love this, don’t you? Filthy girl,” he snarled, teeth gritted as he used you with brutal force.
Every thrust made the railing creak, every curse spilling from his lips like a storm. Your cries only egged him on, his hand smacking your ass hard enough to sting.
“Say it—say you’re my slut,” he demanded, growling when you obeyed. He leaned over you, panting against your ear, his pace violent, merciless, until you were a trembling mess. “That’s right… only for me.”
೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐆𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀
Gyomei’s massive hands cradled your body as though you were glass, even as his hips drove forward with overwhelming power. The quiet temple echoed with your gasps, your body dwarfed beneath his towering frame. “Forgive me,” he whispered, voice trembling, “but I cannot hold back when it comes to you.”
His thrusts were deep, deliberate, each one pulling cries from your throat. The rosary beads in his hand clinked with every movement, his forehead pressed to yours as he panted.
“You are divine,”
he groaned, his voice breaking, “and I… am lost in you.” Every motion was reverent, worshipful, but still relentless, his strength unyielding as he made you shudder beneath his devotion.
— 𝐬𝐨𝟔𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞 2025: do not republish or copy any of my works.
𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 are open < request here >
Gender and age of reader is not stated but reader is younger than Muichiro who’s 14 years old
Tw! Spoilers for the Mugen train, death, cussing
Story with Hashiras
Shock. Collective shock. (Except Muichiro cause it’s Muichiro.)
“Children, there is the new hashira joining the ranks. Be kind to them, they’re on the younger side.” Master said, gently to the hashiras while his children stood next to him.
“Master, how young is this hashira?” Sanemi said, not taking his eyes off the ground and not getting out of his kneeling position. No one did.
“Well.. young.” Master spoke, being vague which caused the hashiras to glance over at each other in confusion at his unusual vagueness. Then you walked into the grounds of the master.
“Children, this is {Last name} (First name) Japanese culture. Last name to first.” Master gently put his hand on your back, it was a soothing balm to you. Like a warm bath after a long day or a nice cup of tea.
No one could miss the sharp inhale most of the hashiras did. They were hashiras, they were good at hiding their emotions most of the time, but this was a shock. You were younger than they expected. They were expecting 18, not 14 and under.
Dynamics with hashiras
Mitsuri loves you. She chats to you about everything and feeds you all sorts of food. She also invites you to come out and eat with her and Obanai (much to his disappointment.)
Obanai.. he’s not overly warm to you, but he cares because Mitsuri cares. His snake is a different situation. That snakes loves you more than Obanai
Rengoku is your hype man and embraces the chaos that you provide into his life. You could be brutally gutting a demon and he’d stand there like this, “GOOD JOB, YOUNG ONE! GO FOR THE THROAT!” He treats you the same way he treats his younger brother
Sanemi is pissed. He’s pretty much like, “what has the world come to?! Why are children fighting demons?! Go home and be with your parents, kid!” He respects you but like he is with Genya, he doesn’t want you to be associated with slaying demons.
Gyomei treats you the same way he treats Tanjiro. Like a teacher, he won’t step in during the battles, but he will if it goes too far.
Uzui thinks you’re flashy, but not flasher than him. Never flasher than him.
His wives love to mother you. Braiding your hair, stuffing you to the brim with foods and drinks. They once kicked him out of the estate for you.
Shinobu keeps a close eye on you. She knows that you’re capable since you’re a hashira, but you’re so young. She can’t help but worry. You always have a place in the butterfly estate
Muichiro bullies people and tries to get you to join him cause no one’s gonna punch him for two reasons - 1. No one’s gonna punch him and 2. No one’s gonna punch him of all people
Giyuu doesn’t show it but he worries about you. Hashira work is dangerous and hard especially with demon attacks rising. You could die, like Rengoku
Dynamics with the kamaboko squad
Zenitsu.. he just wants to lay down and cry. HOW DOES ANOTHER PERSON WHOS YOUNGER THAN HIM, GET A HIGHER POSITION THAN HIM?!
He’s on the floor in a ball
Inosuke tries to fight you and he loses since you’re a hashira
As a reward for beating him, he gives you a stick (this is Inosuke, don’t ask questions 😭)
You have the highest respect from Tanjiro. To be quite honest with you he’s a little bit too formal.
For example, he will stay bowing for more than seven hours just to show his respect for you
Nezuko does not have that sense of formality. As soon as she sees that you’re younger than her immediate affection.
Head pats, hugs, hand holding, handing you flowers. The whole thing
Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Tengen, Giyuu x gn!reader
Genre: Crack, fluff?
Length: short and sweet
Notes: Yes. I needed this lmao.
Sanemi Shinazugawa // Wind Hashira
He is angry, embarrassed, confused all at the same time while also yelling at you, because HOW dare YOU?
Sanemi is more upset at the fact that you managed to sneak up on him and how he trusted you to the point he was able to turn his back on you and expect nothing, and yet you broke that trust by slapping his ass, just like that.
His second reaction is embarrassment. Doing this in private is one thing, but in public? You better turn around and bend over because Sanemi has a foot to shove up a certain someone’s bottom.
And lastly, confusion. Why? Why him? Why here? Doesn’t this usually work the other way around? Isn’t Sanemi supposed to be do ing that to you? He wouldn’t do that in public though. Unlike somebody.
You and him will be having a serious conversation when you two get home.
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Kyojuro Rengoku // Flame Hashira
His first instinct is to let out a small laugh before snapping his neck like an owl to look at who had done that. Once Kyojuro sees that it’s you, he chuckles a little more, but now more in confusion rather than in delight.
First, he thought you might be joking or playing around, trying to tease a reaction out of him, because what other reason could be there for you doing so intimate both so openly and randomly?
Kyojuro also thought about how you maybe want attention and have asked for it in a very up-front way. Perhaps you want to make love to him right now, right here…?
He ended up never asking why exactly you did it, instead blurting out some stutters of sentences while his face heats up. You could’ve sworn that his sweat turned into steam and were able to watch it rise into the sky.
Kyojuro ended up slapping your ass a week later out of nowhere, trying to get the message across that he is in the mood for some alone-adult-time. You ended up slapping him across his face.
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Tengen Uzui // Sound Hashira
It’s not a rare back and forth between you two. Sometimes it’s Tengen’s turn to slap you on the ass, sometimes it’s your turn. It’s almost always a joke or a tease.
Emphasis on almost. Tengen’s slaps sometimes are a little more harsh than usual, making you yelp and slap him on the arm in return. He lives to annoy snd get a rise out of his partners, so slapping you twice as hard seems like the easiest way to do it.
After one too many slaps, you decided to retaliate and slap him back, but he barely flinches, that bastard.
Tengen, thanks to his training and excellent hearing, can anticipate your attack on his ass and clench the muscles at the right time, resulting your assault barely having any effect.
You, Suma, Makio and Hinatsuru ended up tackling and holding Tengen down while everyone got their fair turn to kick his cheeks for revenge.
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Giyuu Tomioka // Water Hashira
Shocked, flabbergasted, embarrassed, baffled. Giyuu’s face ran blank and colour drained from his face the second your hand met his bottom. You watched him literally turn into stone, not even confronting you for your action.
What is the appropriate response to getting their ass slapped out of nowhere? Giyuu is torn between asking what is wrong with you and crying about it. Instead, he turned to you and simply stared at you. Nothing came out of his mouth.
Confused about the lack of reaction, you decide to ask him if he’s okay, but he doesn’t respond to that either, instead eyeing you up and down judgementally before walking off silently.
You learned to never do that again to him. You’re still not sure up to this day if Giyuu cried afterwards.
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Author’s Note. Thank you for reading!
This was pretty much just for fun and shouldn’t really be taken seriously— but I hope you enjoyed this anyway! Btw sorry for taking such a long time to answer to this 😭
Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!
the words left your mouth without even realizing, an instinctual curse as a response to your boyfriend finally- finally- sinking his cock inside you. He was torturing you this whole time; hours spent between your legs where he edged you over and over again, driving you crazy with his skilled fingers and tongue. He ignored your countless pleas to just fuck you already, having a lot more fun devolving you into a blubbering mess. So when he finally pushed his length inside your dripping, stretched out cunt, you gasped out a curse that was more meant to convey your satisfaction but of course, that's not what he interpreted from it.
"What was that?"
"Nothing- nothing- sorry-"
"Did you just curse at me?"
"Nononono- I didn't- I didn't-"
"No? Really? Because it sounded to me like you said 'go fuck yourself'. Was I wrong?"
"Nono- I wasn't serious- I couldn't control it- Please- I didn't mean-"
Uzui clicked his tongue at your babbles and whimpers, your words getting lost among your ramblings.
"Five. Four. Three-"
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it- I didn't mean it!" you whined, your heart leaping in your throat at the countdown, your instincts immediately taking over in fear of him reaching one.
"So you did curse at me."
"I did b-but it was an accident! I promise- I didn't mean to say it."
"I bet it was cause I know you're not that fucking stupid that you think cursing me out is a good idea. What were you even thinking?"
"I wasn't- I wasn't thinking Daddy. I'm sorry! Please- please-"
"Where's your hairbrush?"
"Daddy- please!" you babbled, heart jumping up to your throat at the implication, your behind already stinging just from the idea of what he was going to do to it, "I'll be good. I'll be so good for you Daddy please- please don't spank me!"
"If you're going to be good for me, you have to prove it. Now tell me where it is before you piss me off even more."
Rengoku tilted his head like a dog confused, his lower lip jutting out in a pout, eyebrows furrowed like he was about to cry even as he pushed his whole cock inside you, inches burying deep in your weeping cunt.
"Why would you curse at me, my love? That really hurt my feelings..."
"Sorry- i'm sorry- I didn't mean it- hah-"
"No? You didn't mean it?" he asked, hissing as your cunt throbbed around his shaft, squeezing him tightly as his heavy balls pressed against you, "Then why did you say it? Don't you know your words have meaning?"
"I know- i'm sorry- it was instinct!" you cried out, whimpering as he stayed completely still inside of you, his body pressed against yours, rendering you unmovable underneath his weight.
"You wanna show me how sorry you are?"
"Y-Yes- okay-"
"Yeah? Then we're going to stay like this."
"W-What?"
"Yeah~" he cooed, tickling your nose with his own, "You're going to cockwarm me for as long as I want. If you're really sorry, you'll do this for me, right?"
Sanemi gripped your face harshly, growling as he squished your cheeks between his fingers, forcing a silly pout on your face.
"Do you think I’m stupid?" he warned, grip unwavering at your whimpers,
"No- no- sorry- I didn't mean to Daddy!"
"Fucking brat. Just when I was going to take pity on you- you cuss me out?"
He ignored your continued apologies as his free hand went down to your ankle to grab at your panties that was still dangling off of it. Bunching it into a ball, he roughly shoved it into your mouth, muffling your squeals as you tasted your own essence, the fabric soaking up the remaining saliva in your mouth. He then flipped you over, a hand on the back of your head before pushing your face down on the mattress harshly.
You gasped against your panties as he pressed his cock against your entrance, the heat of his fat tip kissing your pussy making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Fuck. You were in for a night.
"You know, I was going to be nice." he said, gripping the base of his cock before he started to push inside you again, "Make love to you for being so good for me. Too bad. That's off the table now."
Gyomei pressed a heavy hand onto your chest, pressing down gently and that was enough to get you to stop talking.
"You know I don't like it when you lie. And you know I don't like it when you curse."
"It-It was instinct- no like- not instinct but-" you whimpered, "I didn't mean it Sir, I promise!"
"I don't care. You never curse at me. Understand?"
"I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Sir."
"Why have I told you not to curse?"
You sniffled, thinking back to your training- "B-Because I'm a strong and intelligent w-woman and I don't need to use b-bad words to- hah- to make my point."
"Good girl. I'm glad you remember. But we're stopping here."
"No- please- please- don't stop-"
He pressed down on your chest more, making you whimper as you bit back your words. He always knows how to render you speechless with just a touch. With just a word.
"You need to learn. You're going to suck me off and once I cum down your throat, we're going to bed. You'll be lucky if I decide to touch you tomorrow. Now, get on your knees."
Obanai raised an eyebrow, clearly not impressed by your whines and whimpers of apologies as he brought a hand up and wrapped his fingers around your neck. You gasped, air getting caught in your pipe as he choked you, fingers gripped you tightly from the sides.
"Since you can't control your potty mouth, maybe you don't need to speak at all." your boyfriend said, tightening his grip on your neck as he pushed back inside of you, walls parting for his meaty cock. You grit your teeth, mouth opening in a pathetic attempt to moan but you just felt lightheaded, your man giving you just enough to keep breathing but not enough to speak or gasp.
"That's better, isn't it?" he asked rhetorically, looking down at you with a dark look in his eyes, "Dumb little thing like you doesn't need to use words. Especially since you can't think before you speak."
He knew you could take it as you were a formidable Hashira yourself- a bit of choking wasn't going to really hurt you but you could feel his cock grow harder inside you as you struggled, gurgling nonsense as your eyes filled with tears, overtaken by the various sensations.
"S-Sor- I- Sorr-"
"Yeah, yeah. Just shut up and take my cock."
Giyuu clicked his tongue as he took his cock away from your cunt, ignoring your cries of protest. He stroked himself once before he started to crawl up, pinning your body down as he did. Eventually, he reached your chest, giving a nipple a harsh pinch and a twist to make you control yourself, unable to focus on babbling apologies as you had to focus on the pleasurable pain.
"Are you done?" he asked coldly, referring to your cries. You nodded quickly, gasping as he let go of your tit. "Good." he said before crawling up some more. You stayed still, obediently waiting as he straddled your face, knees on either side of your head as he towered over you.
"Open."
You obeyed, opening your mouth wide. He not so gently started sliding his cock into you, able to taste a little bit of your own juices as he did. While he'd usually take it slow, now he pushed in inch after inch, not stopping even as he hit the back of your throat.
You gagged around him, eyes starting to water as he mercilessly drove his dick into your mouth, his thick member sliding down your throat. Your legs kicked up and down as he stuffed himself balls deep, the tuft of hair on the base of his cock tickling your nose. You tired your best to breathe, blood rushing to your face, making you dizzy.
He rolled his hips against your face, a whisper of a laugh leaving his lips before he started to move, thrusting his hips back and forth, making you gag and choke as he started fucking your face.
"Since I don't have soap to wash your mouth out, my cum will have to do."
cw: smut, size kink, oral sex (fem receiving), poly relationship (his wives are your wives 🤝)
an: not proofread bc I need beauty sleep...😴 | wc; 700
✧˚ · . Makio, Hinatsuru and Suma had reassured you endlessly before your first night with 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍. They promised he’d be gentle, that he’d make it feel good, and most importantly - that your pleasure would always come before his own.
But as Tengen shed his robes before you, tall and broad-shouldered with muscles carved like some greek God and his dick intimidatingly big between his thighs... your heartbeat began to go wild with nerves.
"Staring already?" he teased, voice carrying the same playful confidence of every day. He stepped closer then, cupping your chin and tilting your face up until his ruby eye met yours. "Don’t look so nervous. You know I don't bite."
You swallowed, your thighs pressing together. "I know, it's just… I don’t know if I can take you."
Tengen chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest as he knelt and leaned down to kiss you.
"You’ll take me. Maybe not all at once but we’ve got all night, don’t we?" His hand was rough, calloused from years of swordsmanship yet still gentle as it slid down your belly and along the curve of your thigh, spreading your legs open like you were the most delicate treasure.
He took his sweet time, kissing slowly from your neck to your collarbone, his long hair falling loose and tickling your skin. He continued his path - all the way down until his mouth was between your thighs, prepping you for what's to come.
He lingered there for as long as you needed, listening to every moan and every hitch of your breath, worshipping you with every stroke of his tongue, his single hand planted firmly on your hip while his mouth devoured you, alternating between licks and suction, the wet sounds quickly mingling with your breathless moans.
Your back arched sharply when he slipped two fingers inside you, the vibration of his hums making your thighs shake around his head.
He didn’t stop until you were gasping, until your body tensed and released around his fingers, slick dripping down his hand.
By the time he pressed the thick head of his cock against your entrance, your body trembled with want and nerves all at once. He rubbed himself along your folds, coating himself in your slick, watching your face twist between anticipation and nervousness.
"Relax, baby," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I’ll make it fit. You took my fingers so well. Just breathe for me."
The first push had you gasping, your fingers clawing at the futon. He was big, stretching you almost unbearably, every inch of him making you feel too full already.
"T-Tengen...ah, you're...it’s too—"
"Shhh, I know." he soothed, though his smirk never faded. He let a thick strand of spit drip down, adding to the slickness before pressing forward again. "You can take it. I know you can."
Carefully, he began thrusting, sinking deeper. Your body clenched tight around him and his breath hitched, a moan slipping from his throat. "Fuck—so tight. Be a good girl and rub your clit for me."
Tears pricked your eyes, the sting of the stretch overwhelming but so good. Your hand slid down obediently, fingers circling your clit in shaky little motions while Tengen braced himself above you on his arm. His chest heaved, muscles flexing with the strain, his gaze trained where your bodies joined.
"Shit…" he muttered, voice breaking into a curse as he watched himself disappear inch by inch inside you. His fingers twitched against the futon, aching with the need to touch, to tease, to play with your clit—but if he lifted his arm, he’d collapse onto you. The frustration burned in his expression, and yet the sight of you working yourself for him almost canceled it out.
"Good girl. That’s it," he murmured, his lips brushing your skin as he finally sheathed himself fully inside you. "Taking all of me so easily. My pretty little wife."
Your back arched, a moan ripping from your throat as he picked up the pace, the combination of his thick cock brushing places you didn’t even know existed and your own touch leaving you gasping, your thighs trembling as slick noises filled the room.
When you finally unraveled beneath him, Tengen was panting promises against your lips—of how this was just the first of many nights or how Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru would make the experience even better next time.
And when your breathing steadied, your walls giving one last trembling clench around him while he spilled his release deep inside, you realized your wives had been right all along. You had nothing to worry about, and you already ached to share the next time with them.
hi tobi!! i loveee your kny hcs so much 🥹 could i maybe request another hashiras x reader headcannon where hashira!reader gets separated from their s/o in infinity castle and s/o gets worried but i wanna see how they'll react when reader's kasugai crow announces that they've defeated an upper moon although heavily injured 🙏🏻 lmk if this is too much/too vague!! tysm!! 🫡
Hello! thank you for this ask, it really got me out of my writing slump. Also thank you everyone for 700 followers! please enjoy this celebratory post.
| The aftermath of the battle at Infinity castle |
He had tried to stay by your side, blade in hand, but the castle’s shifting halls pulled you away, his stomach dropping to his feet as you vanished from his sight.
“Y/n! Whatever you do, don’t die! You hear me? Don’t die!”
The words ripped from his throat, raw and desperate, surprising even him. You ended up against Douma with Shinobu, Kanao, and Inosuke, and his heart nearly stopped when Shinobu’s crow announced her sacrifice, her body laced with wisteria to weaken Douma enough for the rest of you to deliver the final blow.
When he found you again, carried by Kakushi, your body bloodied but alive, his chest finally loosened. Shinobu’s sacrifice weighed heavy, but it gave him the one thing he thought he’d never have again: a future with you. And he silently promised to live that dawn at your side.
Rengoku Kyojuro
You were going to make it out alive, for humanity, for the Corps, and for Kyojuro, who had lost his life for the very same cause.
Standing before Akaza, the demon who ensured your husband’s demise, rage like you had never known surged through you. You didn't know what happened to people after they died but you felt it, every swing carried Kyojuro’s voice, his fire, his spirit, he was with you, guiding your every move.
Akaza’s strength was monstrous, his regeneration endless, but when his head finally hit the floor, you collapsed beside it. Chest heaving, body trembling, you tilted your face to the heavens to keep the tears from spilling.
“Kyojuro… we did it” you whispered, your voice breaking. “We did it.”
In that moment, grief and triumph intertwined. Akaza was gone, but so was the man who should have lived to see it. You clenched your blade, swearing that you would live fully, loudly, just as Kyojuro had, because it was the only way to honor him.
Sanemi was infinitely worried on the inside, but he forced himself to hide it. To show it would be an insult to your skill, and he had his own fight with Kokushibo.
Sanemi Shinazugawa
Still, his mind refused to stop drifting back to you. He had never prayed before, but when he heard you had been facing Akaza, the same demon who killed Rengoku, his chest tightened in a way he couldn’t ignore.
So when your Kasugai crow announced that you, Tanjiro, and Giyuu had defeated the upper moon three demon, Sanemi nearly fell to his knees in relief. He dragged his battered body toward you, cradling your injured form in his arms despite the protests of his wounds. Tanjiro and Giyuu exchanged knowing glances, amused, but Sanemi didn’t care.
“Nemi… we did it” you whispered, every word stabbing at your ribs.
He said nothing, only pulling you closer, pressing his face into your shoulder so no one could see the tears in his eyes. For the first time in this endless night, he felt like he could finally breathe, you were alive, in his arms, and that was enough.
Uzui Tengen
“The slayers have defeated muzan! They've brought him down. Himejima, Shinazugawa, Kamada Tanjiro, Iguro Obanai, Kanroji mitsuri, and Y/N L/N!”
Tengen couldn’t stop the sharp sigh of relief that left him. He hated not being at your side, not being at Infinity castle but before the battle began, he’d made you promise you’d return to him. Now, at least, that promise wasn’t broken.
When he finally reached you, your body was torn and broken, on the verge of death. The emptiness in your eyes told him what words couldn’t, your comrades hadn’t survived. His chest ached, but he kept his voice steady as he leaned down and flicked your forehead lightly.
Even so, his pride in you swelled. You’d done it. You’d proven yourself beyond measure. And you could be sure he’d brag to anyone who listened that he and his flamboyant wife both took down Upper ranked demons.
“You should’ve retired when I asked you to… idiot.”
“Let’s go home” he whispered, softer this time, carrying you with a care that only you ever got to see.
Iguro Obanai
After defeating Nakime, Obanai knew his time was short. Muzan’s claws had blinded him, and every breath came with the sharp sting of finality. Still, when the moment came, when Muzan’s strike was about to claim both you and Tanjiro, he threw himself in front of it without hesitation.
The pain was immense, but in your arms, it almost felt like peace. He couldn’t see you anymore, so he clung tightly, memorizing your warmth, your scent, your voice.
“Why… why, Iguro!” you sobbed, your strength breaking at last.
“You’ve always been everything to me” he whispered, his lips trembling into a faint smile. “My only regret is not saying it sooner. Live on for me… be happy. Always.”
When his body stilled, you felt your heart shatter. You buried him behind your home, where the forest would guard him, where you could visit every day. His sacrifice carved a wound in you that would never heal, but you would always love the man who laid down his life for you.
Himejima Gyomei
The battle with Muzan had taken everything from him. His body was breaking down, strength bleeding from his limbs, but even as his strength faded, Gyomei’s thoughts went to you.
Your crow had announced your victory earlier, you had survived your fight, though injured. Relief had made him weep mid-battle, prayer beads rattling in his hands as he whispered your name between breaths. That knowledge carried him this far.
But now, as dawn graced the horizon, he knew his time was ending. Blood soaked his robes, his voice ragged from prayer, his leg gone. When you finally reached him, you dropped to your knees at his side, clutching one of his enormous, battered hands.
“Please… don’t leave me...we already won" you begged, tears blurring your vision.
His lips curved into a gentle smile, tears still streaming down his cheeks. “To have lived… to have fought… and to have loved you… that is enough” he said softly, voice trembling but resolute. “Do not grieve too long, my love. Live on. Live beautifully.”
As his breaths slowed, you felt his hand loosen in yours. Gyomei’s prayer beads slipped from his fingers, his spirit finally finding peace in the light of dawn.
You couldn't be bothered to hide your wails of sorrow, but even through the agony, you knew, he had given everything for humanity, and he had given his last moments to you.
