The queen wore a high-collared black silk gown, with a hundred dark red rubies sewn into her bodice, covering her from neck to bosom. They were cut in the shape of teardrops, as if the queen were weeping blood.
Yeah, I dunno, I like the segment of this song, wanted to use it for- something. And I wanted to practise editing and effects and stuff, so. I drew whatever. Is this even angst? I have no clue what Genya’s crying about.
Hey, waves… made this because I could 😳💜 some parts are lazy, but. It turned out pretty okay. Maybe. I ended up finishing this way sooner than I thought I would, anyways.
Link to the fanfic: (read it 😢💔)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
…Also, uhm. Ignore the fact that their designs aren’t canon-compliant. Asians aren’t all snow-white, anyways. Plus, I think their colour palettes just look better with darker skin 💔 especially Sanemi’s. With canon him, there just isn’t enough value difference since he’s all white hair, white haori, white ___ yeah. He looks a bit boring with paler skin. Not bad, just boring. Also just my opinion, ignore everything I say 😳
…Drew in my sketchbook for the first time in months. Maybe years. It honestly turned out really good, I think, I’m pretty happy. There’s stuff I’d change, mainly tiny bits with the proportions, but drawing with pencil is way too hard, man.
Ugh, busy, busy. Actually, that’s a lie, I’ve just been super slack… shh. Which is fine ‘cause I don’t really care, I’ll draw when I feel like drawing. Also, these two were pissing me off and I hated the idea of finishing it, so. Slap some text on it, some scribbles, and call it a day <3
Side note, but I also really like this new brush. It’s fun. Yeah. Idk where I’m going with this.
Involves: Cunnilingus, Non-con, Minimal bondage, face-fucking, overstimulation, Twins AU(no incest), Mentions of size kink, Mentions of praise kink, Obsessed Hakuji, and poor Koyuki
Notes: I wanted to write a wholesome short fic but I literally couldn't resist myself writing this 😭 hope yall enjoy
Word Count: 1,559
Koyuki forgot how they began and how she ended up in this position.
To be fair, it was hard to remember anything when her clit was swollen and red, her skin flushed, and Hakuji's head between her legs.
She moans and tugs on Hakuji's hair with her rope-bounded hands, "Haku... please..ahh.. that's enou-enough."
At the end of the bed was Hakuji, and his only response was a shake of his head as his tongue continued to flick her clit, causing her to jerk and her legs to shake. He was in complete bliss just like this: his tongue ravishing her pussy as he stuffs his nose into her nub with his eyes closed. The sounds of him slurping the cum out of her every chance he got mortified her yet she couldn't stop it.
When they had sex, usually, Hakuji was always so gentle with his touches; he treated her like glass. She loved his praises of how good she was taking his fat cock, of how he would massage her tits to comfort her whenever he stretched her out, and how he would make sure she never went past her limit. Now, his large, calloused hands that engulfed her own are bruising her thighs as he holds her apart. His unrelenting tongue against her pussy made her fall into pieces. She wasn't escaping him, and it wasn't like she could either way with the ropes around her wrists.
The ropes were Akaza's idea. Tonight, he seemed more gentle with her than usual as he would always fuck her into she couldn't breathe. His brute nature naturally carried into their bed as well as he would bite her each time he came inside her. He was indecisive when it came to her; Akaza could never choose whether he wanted to edge her until the sun rises or he would force her to cum until the sun sets. She loved and hated it.
Speaking of the devil, Akaza at the right side of the bed, grips her cheeks with his thick fingers and turns her teary eyes towards him. He wipes her tears as he gives a roguish smirk, "What's wrong, Princess?"
With sniffles and even more tears, Koyuki begs, "Make...Uugh..make him stop, 'kaza! I..can't. I can't do it.."
For a moment, Akaza brushes her hair–sticking to her forehead from sweat–to the side as Koyuki pleads for help. He then grips her chin to make her eyes face Hakuji's pale blues, "Princess, I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. Look at him."
Hakuji was obsessed with milking everything he could out of her. His eyes half-lidded as he stared her down, pinning Koyuki further into the bed with fear, he wasn't going to stop. He wanted to see every expression he could coerce out of her as he circled her clit with his tongue, as he grazed her most sensitive spot with his teeth, as his mouth engulfed her pussy, and dipped himself as far as he could inside her. All she could do was let him as she writhed.
Akaza mindlessly pinched at Koyuki's nipples as he began to unzip and remove his pants. His girthy cock, veins and all, and the red tip already leaking precum sprung out. He sits himself to the right of Koyuki's head, where her face would be level with his hard cock. He rubs the tip of it against her plush lips, smearing the precum against her mouth. Koyuki could only beg for him again to wait and attempt to tug Hakuji off her.
He only pats her head and smiles, "Don't be selfish, Princess. It would be rude if you didn’t let Hakuji have his fun, and it would be even ruder if you tried to refuse me too."
Tears began to pour out of her soft pink irises, the snowflakes in her eyes only tempting Akaza to tease her more, but he was too impatient for any of that.
Once again, he grasps her chin and presses her cheeks to pucker her lips, "Now, open."
The tip of Akaza's cock pushes her past her lips, and she feels how heavy it is against her tongue. As he pushes himself deeper, she begins to gag when the tip of him presses against the back of her throat.
"Take it easy, Princess. I know how much you struggle taking me."
Soon enough, her mouth and tongue glides down his cock to where her nose presses against his black pubes (Akaza dyes his hair pink).
Breathing properly was a struggle already with Hakuji using his mouth and tongue as a vacuum. Now, Koyuki could only try to concentrate on breathing through her nostrils. The pace of Akaza's thrusts against her face became faster; meanwhile, Hakuji continued to bury himself with only minimal breaks. The "breaks" were only him an inch away from her glistening cunt as he took a breather, she could feel his hot breath blow into her, sending goosebumps under her skin. His time at the dojo gave him an immense amount of stamina, which is why he's able to go for so long without air.
Her brain became a fuzzy mess as she couldn't handle her pussy being used this much. Each time Hakuji let go of her clit for a second, her pussy would tingle as it felt the mix of cold air and his breath.
Slurping, gagging, groaning and the wet sounds of sex filled the room. Akaza's hips were controlled as he was careful enough to not smash his pubes against Koyuki's face, but still reckless enough to have her gag with each push down her gullet. Overwhelmed couldn't describe how she felt. It couldn't describe the feel of Hakuji's tongue against her sensitive bud as he finger fucked her to completion again. It couldn't describe the pain and pleasure of having her hair being pulled towards Akaza's cock by his own hand. Everything just felt like torture yet gratifying simultaneously.
Eventually, she felt like she was melting into her damp bedsheets. Her senses blur together as each twin takes their time with drawing out each moan, jerk, and the roll of her eyes from Koyuki.
At last, she felt Hakuji finally back off and she couldn't feel more relieved, but her eyes still teared up at Akaza's cock being stuffed down past her lips.
Akaza, sweaty and pissed, he pulls out for a moment and there was a loud pop that came out of Koyuki's mouth, "O-ohh..so you're..fuck.. finally fucking done? Is it my goddamn turn now?"
Koyuki was happy more than anything. She felt herself and her pussy breathe as she shivers from the cold air completing hitting her this time. Her shoulders relaxed and the expression she wears becomes less intense. Her body felt like being on fire as she pants from exhaustion. Her hair stuck to her skin from the amount of sweat.
Koyuki rests her eyes as smiles faintly, ‘Shower..I need a shower-’
CLINK.
She whips her head to the sound of the noise and realizes that Hakuji was taking off his belt and pants.
In a panic, she began to thrash and push her feet against Hakuji's abdomen as an attempt to push him back. The bottom half of his face was drenched and shined from just her cum. His eyes possessed and entranced on her sopping cunt. He looked like debauchery. Looking at him made Koyuki's stomach churn and her cheeks became redder if possible.
His voice was ragged and his pale blues were bewitched, Hakuji grunted, "Not yet."
Swiftly, both brothers seized each of Koyuki's ankles with one hand and split her apart once more. Terrified, Koyuki began to wail and writhe as she was held open for Hakuji's fat cock, the spit and cum made it easier for him to slide in but the burn of just his tip still made her sob. Her delicate wrists burned against the ropes as she dug her nails into her palms. She had never felt more helpless.
Koyuki was panting, sweaty, and in a frenzy, she begged, "Please! Haku! Ha-Haku..Haah PLEASE!"
She twisted her dizzy eyes toward Akaza's yellows, full of lust and delight at seeing her plead, "'kaza, make Haku stop! I don't wanna do this...I don't wanna!"
She never felt so full and lightheaded as Hakuji bottomed out inside her. His tip never fails to hit that one spot. The spot that always made her eyes roll back, that caused her vision to become white, and had her drooling. Koyuki felt her cunt pulse as she came just from Hakuji burying himself in her. His groans and sighs of relief were audible as he lifted his head back from the pleasure of having her tight pussy clench around him. She felt his hands, the same ones that would caress her every night, digging into her hips-- his grip will leave bruises for days--to keep her trapped as he pounded her pussy. The slosh of Hakuji's spit, her cum, and his precum seeps onto the bed and echoes throughout the bedroom when he fucks her.
She heard Akaza beside her tsk before grasping her nape to push her closer to his cock, "Didn't we agree that'd it'd be rude to stop Hakuji? Now, Princess, open your pretty mouth for me. I didn't get to cum yet.”
Notes: I have so many HakuKoyu smut lined up but I keep going back to these three 😂 also, I feel as if this fic was lackluster compared to the previous ones so far but lemme know your opinion. also, REBLOGS ARE ENCOURAGED! it gives me motivation continue posting ❤️
Word Count: 3,186
There were days where being around the twins, Akaza and Hakuji, were mentally and physically exhausting.
And those days are starting to become more frequent.
She would return home late at night, her body littered with bruises of all sorts of colors: purple, blue, red, or the entire rainbow. Of course, they didn't mean to be so rough. They apologized just like yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the day before that. Fortunately, Koyuki's choice of style was already conservative, so she was never worried about anyone seeing her bruising at school. Any hickeys on her neck would only need a bit of concealer.
Her father, Keizo, trusted the boys with her as they've all known each other since they were children. They would never hurt her. They wouldn't.
That's why after each time they all had sex, the two boys would shower her with kisses, hugs, and treats. They would treat her so delicately and give her anything she wants afterwards if she behaves well during their time together.
And Koyuki always did.
Yet, she was tired. Tired of the bruises, having to cover up the bruises, and rinse and repeat. It was normal. A routine that she wanted to break. For one night, she didn't want to deal with any of it or them. Didn't they realize that she has her own life too? Maybe she'll catch up on her shows, go shopping with her friends again, or finish that essay for English due next week.
As Koyuki lays down in her bed, ready to sleep for class tomorrow, her phone vibrates and lights up her pastel pink room.
BZZT.
Curious as to who would text her at 10 o'clock pm, she swipes to her home screen and sees a text from Akaza.
Akaza at 10:04 p.m.
We'll be at your house tomorrow at 7:50 am
Out of muscle memory, she almost replied back with an okay before slamming her phone down on her nightstand. She was not going to just nod her head and follow them like a lost puppy.
Koyuki dramatically turns to face the other side of her pink bed, 'Tomorrow is about me!'
Even though she felt as if she ran a marathon from how fast her heart was beating–as this was her first time ignoring one of the twins–, she peacefully fell asleep knowing that she was satisfied with herself.
-
She regretted everything. All of it.
From waking up earlier than usual to avoid them, to ignoring them during classes, choosing to eat with her friends for lunch, and to flat out giving them the cold shoulder. She regretted it the moment the twins dragged her out of there to their home. Maybe...maybe if she didn't do at least one of those actions or any at all, she wouldn't be in this situation.
Now, Koyuki could only shiver from the cold caressing her bare skin contrasting with the ropes wrapped around her, giving her slight burns. She couldn't see from the blindfold which twin's bedroom she kept in or where, but she knows that she's kneeling. A puddle of her slick and tears dripped onto the hardwood floors that her knees were rubbing against. The vibrator attached to her clit churns at her stomach and she can't stop the moans coming out of her.
CLICK.
She hears Akaza mocking her, "Look, Hakuji. I think she likes what we're doing to her."
Just as Koyuki had almost reached it, her toes curled and her body trembling, the vibrator had abruptly stopped. Desperate, she tried to rub herself against it to quickly gain any friction, any build up that was ripped away. In frustration, she whines and strains against the bondage, crying when it gets her nowhere.
WHACK.
Her yelp echoes, "Stop it! That hurts!"
She felt the sting of a strong hand slap against the back of her fair skin, and it stung more as there were already bruises healing from their last session together. Her body shook as she felt a hand gently rub circles on the swatted area as to console her sobbing. Koyuki attempted to shake their hand off; it hurt but she wanted to have pride and refuse anything they had to offer.
WHACK.
Her voice pitches as each hit continues, "STOP IT!"
CLICK.
She was chagrined to hear pictures of herself being taken after every strike. As if it was another method to further humiliate her into submission. It was working. All Koyuki wanted, just once, was to have a day to herself.
She heard Hakuji click his tongue, disappointment is heard when he speaks, "You ignore us all day when all we do is love you."
Koyuki stammers with longing in her tone, still in shock from the pain, "I..I only want a day about me! I'm tired of this!"
Suddenly, she felt herself being bent over onto a bed, her face shoved into the sheets with a hand pushing down the back of her nape.
She felt a hand rub her ass cheek, and Hakuji's sharpness cuts through, "We spoil you. Everything we do is for you. And this is what we get? For you to ignore us and hang out with him?"
Him?
Koyuki tried to recall the events of today to give an answer. She did sit with someone at lunch. It was Taro, who approached her for help with math homework, and it felt nice that she was talking to other people in the moment. It felt nice to have her own space for once. However, she's now remorseful for even looking the boy's way if she knew it would land her here, bruised and mortified.
SMACK.
She gritted her teeth as the tears began to soak through the blindfold, "I..I thought I could help him with math!"
One of the hands squeezed her cheek, causing her to hiss at the pain of her already smacked ass, with Akaza interrogating her, "You were sitting so close to him. I thought you guys would kiss. Did you want that? You think he would be a better kisser?"
Koyuki could only shake her head, afraid of saying the wrong answer and causing another unwarranted smack.
The sound of a zipper slices the tension and a backpack being tossed to the side of the room, Akaza drawls, "Let's see. Question one. What is the probability of event A?"
Hesitant and panicked, Koyuki tried to voice her words, searching for the answer through her mind but nothing came to fruit, "I-I don't know!"
She hears a belt being unbuckled.
Her heart stopped in her throat. Cold sweat forms on her forehead and she hears a belt being pulled from one of the twin's jeans. She was terrified. It already stung with their hands alone, but her body couldn't handle anything more. In a last attempt to save herself, she spread the palms of her tied hands and covered herself, just for it to be yanked away.
CRACK.
Tears drenched the blindfold and the bedsheets as she struggled to get away from anything. From them. She didn't deserve any of this. All she wanted was one day. One day. She didn’t...she didn't think she did.
Snivels were prominent in her voice as she stomped her foot, "I didn't..didn't mean to get so close! I'm sorry!"
She felt a warm breath and lips caress her ear, and it was Hakuji--very clearly livid, "He was this close to you, you know that? And you let him."
Only five seconds of pure terror and Koyuki's sniffling and stuttering before the belt cracked against her ass once more.
That pattern continued for twenty questions later. Their cruelty, their jealousy, their anger are all taken out on Koyuki's fragile body. She was stained red and welts began to form across her back, and all she could do was sob and weep into the bed. The pain was unbearable. The ropes adding pressure onto her skin with the welts made it feel as if she was burning. It was too much, and she didn't know how to stop it. She didn't know what she needed to do to calm them. What would make them happy?
Koyuki begged and bawled with rue, her cords raspy and soft from the screaming and crying, "Please...I'll do anything! Please! Please! I don't wanna do this anymore!"
Soft pleads came out of her as she sniffed, her body lax from the beatings it took, and pants of fatigue. Abruptly, she felt her hips being hoisted to where her ass was in the air, her glistening pussy directly hitting the cold air and in full view. Her knees wobbling on the bed at the sudden pressure to hold herself up for them.
A thick finger runs through her slit, and Hakuji's feigned confusion comes through, "Why stop now? Your cunt is so wet. I think you enjoy this as much as you enjoyed talking to that boy."
She felt two fingers slide into her cunt, embarrassed at how easy it was for them, then Akaza's hand petted her hair, "C'mon Princess, we've seen you beg better than that. We'll stop once you know what to say."
She didn't like saying that word. She didn't like calling them that. It was degrading. Every time she was forced to, she shook from the humiliation of calling them that, but she didn't want to experience any more of this. But it'll be over, they said. They'll stop, they said. Why wouldn't she believe them? They've protected her for so long and spoiled her. It's the least she could do after being so close to Taro, right?
She couldn't focus with the two fingers sliding in and out of her, curling to hit the spot that had her caving, "Sorry...I'm sorry.. daddies. I.. promise I won't do it again."
CRACK.
Frightened and confused, Koyuki yelps at the sting slowly dissolving into tingles against her ass, she feels herself going numb, "You promised! You said you'd stop!"
She heard Hakuji whisper once more in her ear, "One more time then I'll stop. Say it one more time, Princess."
Hiccups and pleading flew out of her mouth, "Daddy...Daddies..please! You promised.. you promised, Daddy."
As a reward, she felt one of them soothe her pain with a soft rub and a kiss, but everything still pricked at her skin. She felt Hakuji take out his fingers and she let her upper body go limp. It was silent as Koyuki wanted to catch her breath and her mangled thoughts; she felt their eyes glance over her trembling and bruised frame from the beatings, taunting, and begging she went through. Abruptly, with a gasp, she felt a mouth latch itself onto her sopping cunt, another tongue lightly flicking at her clit, and a finger plunge into her asshole.
Drool seeped out of her as her eyes rolled back from the stimulation, forgetting what she was pleading for, "Nnghh...Daddies..Aah..please! Please..."
DING.
It was all too much for her. The pumping motion of one of their fingers inside her, the slurping from one mouth, and a tongue circling her clit. She felt their strong hands hold her thighs up, knowing her body was too wan to do anything on her own. As usual, she needed one or both boys to help her, understanding how delicate she was. She loves that they cared so much for her, yet she dislikes how much they pity her, and she hates how much she wants it. A tiniest part of Koyuki loves their attention and her deepest desire to always be pampered by them.
The mouth that stopped their audible slurping was Akaza, who sighed after drinking every bit of her down, "How does she taste better when she's crying like this?"
Hakuji must've been too distracted to respond as he continued to flick at her bud. For an odd reason, he loved her cunt out of everything else. There wasn't a day where he doesn't shove his head between her thighs and have her legs quiver as he tongue fucks her into coming ten times over. After a long day of classes, he'd shove her to the wall and kneel before her just to get a lick of her. He would whisper to himself of how sweet Koyuki was, and during those moments, she never felt more adored.
She heard the faint ruffling of Akaza stripping his clothes as Hakuji's teeth continued to graze her bud and the motions of his warm tongue. Her abused body became less tense, but she panted and clenched at the sheets from Hakuji's sloppy kisses against her pussy. The sucking and lapping of his tongue at her cunt had her vision seeing stars, her thighs buckling underneath her, and the soft drips of her cum into the once clean sheets.
In her stupor, she didn't realize herself being moved to sit on Akaza's lap. His hard cock against her sensitive back, his precum spreading onto her bruises and welts, almost cooling against her scalding skin. The blindfold was snatched off her and once she focused her dazed pink eyes to what's in front of her, it was Hakuji with the vibrator from earlier in his hands. Too tired to struggle. Too tired to retaliate. Too tired to have one day. She let her head hang back on Akaza's shoulder as she rested her eyes.
In the background, she heard Akaza grab something and swipe and click. Then her eyes snapped open in recognition of a familiar voice.
"Sorry...I'm sorry.. daddies. I.. promise I won't do it again."
Her breath hitched, her skin prickled, goosebumps rose underneath her skin, and her heart dropped to her stomach. Stricken with terror, she impulsively tried to grab Akaza's phone before it was snatched away, and he increased the volume.
"CRACK.
You promised! You said you'd stop!
One more time then I'll stop. Say it one more time, Princess."
Hearing her own desperate pleas and moans had her skin crawling and the hair stood on the back of her neck. She sounded horrendous. Her voice in the video was high-pitched, laced with her wails, frustration, and complete regret. One could smell the desperation from the video alone.
"Daddy...Daddies..please! You promised.. you promised, Daddy.
Nnghh...Daddies..Aah..please! Please..."
The video continued to play on loop for what felt like minutes to her, the shame dissolving into her bones and what's left of her pride broken. Her voice became more prominent the more it played, infecting her mind and injecting herself with dread. She knew at one point that Akaza was taking pictures, but she didn't think he would record everything.
He snickered as he continued to watch it, a full view of Koyuki's shimmering light pink cunt being shown on screen with a back and forth scene of the marks on her ass and back, "Maybe I should send it to him? You think that's a good idea, Princess? We should let him see how much of a spoiled slut you are?"
She gives another endeavor to snatch the phone away, "Stop it! Delete it, Akaza- Nngh!"
Hakuji had shoved the active vibrator against her pussy to stop any of her futile endeavors. Her entire body felt the intense vibrations against her clit, rolling her eyes back once more as her body arched against Akaza's chest. For a second it was off her swollen clit-distracted at the sudden increase of pleasure-, her hips lifted by Hakuji's calloused hands as she was adjusted to take Akaza's lengthy cock into her ass. A sharp intake of breath was heard from her as she felt his tip penetrate her tight ass, the burn feeling horribly delicious the more he bottomed out inside her. Her nails scratched and dug into her palms, drawing slight blood under her nails.
Two fingers were shoved past her lips as Akaza waved the phone in his other hand in her face, the audio still replaying in the back of her mind, "What did you call me? Now, I really want to send it to him. Should I, Hakuji?"
Hakuji's blue eyes pierced hers as Koyuki choked on Akaza's fingers, her saliva trickling down his hand, "You really care for him, huh? You were so worried about what he would think just now. Do you care about his opinion, Koyuki?"
Her voice was reduced to muffles as she made a frantic effort to talk, "Mmph! Hwaku..Aah..addy! N..No!"
The phone was tossed aside as Akaza used his hands to bounce her on his cock. His chest against her back, Koyuki's and Akaza's beads of sweat mixing together, the pinching of her perky nipples, the tip of his cock touching a place that made any sentence from her sound incoherent, Hakuji's piercing gaze, Akaza's fingers, their warm breaths mingling, and the tight space between the three of them overall was so much. Koyuki's whimpers and moans crescendoed with Akaza's curses and grunts. Her mind became dizzy from the burning, the tension, and the pleasure.
Babbles spewed out of her as the vibrator was held against her nub again, "Sho..so much. Lobe you..lobe you!"
Akaza's groans were distinct between his sentences as his head smacked against the headboard of the bed, "Ohh..shit..shit..You were so right, Hakuji. God, her ass does feel this good. Why is she...fuck..this tight?"
His fingers slipped out of her mouth and went to squeeze her plush tits, smearing the drool all over. The repetitive thrust of his cock inside her had a pleasurable stinging sensation as she felt her tummy swirl inside. Her moans, babbles, and mindless chants of calling them daddy reverberated throughout the room. Hakuji gripped her chin to lock their eyes. His beautiful blues held amusement, love, and a touch of wickedness for her. Only for her. Why did she ignore them? Having their attention always felt so loving and warm, so why did she avoid them? Her mind slipped as she looked deeper into Hakuji's gentle eyes and his deceiving smile.
His voice, soft and full of love because he would never hurt her, "I'm going to ask you again. Do you care about his opinion, Princess?"
Half of his words didn't process in Koyuki's mind, but she vigorously shook her head as best as she could. Why would she care about any other opinion except her daddies? Of course only their opinion mattered. They know who and what is best for her because they love her. They've always been there for Koyuki; through thick and thin. They would never hurt her. She'd never hurt them.
Koyuki felt the slip of Hakuji's cock inside her soaking pussy, the vibrator left off the side somewhere, and his voice cut through the fog in her head--the only voice she should ever listen to--, "Good answer, Princess. Don't let this happen again, okay?"
As Hakuji sunk himself deeper into her cunt with his heavy cock with the unabated thrusts from Akaza, the corner of her eyes faded to black as she felt herself burn from the pleasure of them both.
🍃🍉they live in my head rent free, i should probs start charging them rent🍃🍉
• relationship is at first a secret, but everyone finds out eventually due to how overprotective nemi ends up getting in public (you had one job sanemi 🤦)
• speaking of nemi, he's protective and clingy, more so w/ genya than anyone else
• that whole 'not wanting genya to join the corps' thing? well, now it causes this behavior where everytime genya has to leave for a mission, nemi's dragging his feet, begging him not to go
• nemi is also very physically affectionate, he loves cuddling bc it makes him feel like he's keeping his brother safe
• nemi will also brush his thumb over genya's cheek the same way his mom used to do with him
• nemi is very bad with words, so he just sticks to showing how much he loves genya rather than outright saying it (not that his brother minds, ofc)
• the most endearing thing nemi will do is when he'll swear up and down that genya's 'so small,' even though he's the physically smaller one
• nemi has definitely cried over his brother more times than he could count, everytime he says something mean to him, he'll cries later when in private
• nemi feels guilty for how poorly he used to treat his brother, so he compensates for it in whatever way he can
• on the other hand, genya isn't clingy at all, but he does get 100x happier when he's hanging out with his brother
• he gets embarrassed and flustered easily from nemi's public protectiveness and his own inexperience
• genya, unlike his brother, is pretty great with words, when he isn't a blushing mess, so he can talk his usually stubborn nemi into letting him do things he normally wouldn't be allowed to do, (although it takes a lot of effort)
• he usually uses this ability to get nemi to chill out and let him go on missions
• and yes, before you ask, genya does call sanemi 'nemi' much to his (outward) dismay (he secretly adores that his brother still calls him that)
• genya can be insecure sometimes about whether or not he's good enough for his brother... he tries to hide it, but nemi knows and will comfort him as best as he can (without using words, obv)
🍃🍉that's all i can think of for now, time to go to sleep🍃🍉
Let's go on a quick deep-dive about this somewhat forgettable detail! After all, Genya's gun tends to leave more of an impact than that Nichirin-to he was so insistent on getting. But on this blog, I like swords, as well as sword decor.
The hand guards (tsuba) throughout Kimetsu no Yaiba range from symbolic items that are totally impractical (like a sharp pinwheel) to subtle accents inspired by real swords (like the elegantly charcoal-inspired one). Genya's is so close to some real-life tsuba designs that you can call this type by its name: namako-sukashi (海鼠透かし).
"Namako" is in direct reference to "sea cucumber," because that it what the shape of the cut-out segments resemble.
Wait, wait, wait, no, I'm not going to compare Genya to a sea cucumber. There's more we can say about this, really. And this was actually a very common motif integrated into many different tsuba designs, including highly complex ones!
However, it is best known for this design that looks very close to Genya's tsuba. It has been praised for centuries for being elegant in its simplicity. Although it is categorized as a namako-sukashi design, it is also called a "Musashi" tsuba because it is widely said that the master swordsman Miyamoto Musashi (1584–1645) himself designed it.
You know, Miyamoto Musashi. The guy who wrote "The Book of Five Rings." The undefeated duelist who wielded two swords. The guy who, if up against a demon, would definitely not need to resort to blasting the demon's head off with fire-power, or when that fails, panicking and taking a bite of out it.
Perhaps they don't have much in common as far as fighting abilities are concerned, apart from Genya also being a double-wielder. We can, however, look for some similarities between Genya and Musashi in terms of lifestyle. Musashi could be a bit of a loner; he was the sort of guy who stuck to his own path instead of minding social conventions, and he would easily leave behind home and all his possessions if it was for a greater purpose. He was self-made in a lot of ways, and practicing Buddhism was deeply woven into Musashi's philosophies.
Let's put a pin in Buddhism and set aside those sea cucumbers. We can instead look at this motif for its overall shape. The overlapping circles make up the most basic form of a wachigai (輪違い) crest.
Basically, any crest made up of 2 to 10 circles in any arrangement can be considered a wachigai-type crest, though the names will get more and more specific for each arrangement. In general, these are considered auspicious because of the unbroken layering of good things. They got popular in the Heian period and got picked up by everybody from Sengoku samurai families to families with influence around the start of the Meiji period. But like, anybody who wanted to give something an auspicious touch could find ways to use repeating patterns like these. They are super common, and I would even argue that Shinobu's tsuba is based on a wachigai-type pattern.
To focus on the simple, basic wachigai pattern of two overlapping, linked circles, we can find examples of it in, say, a highly-ranked house of the pleasure quarters of Kyoto, the Wachigai-ya, which uses that as their crest. But Genya was not in the Entertainment District Arc, so let's instead go back to that pin we put in Buddhism. Among the handful of religious institutions that use this crest, one of them is the Buzan sect of esoteric Shingon Buddhism. There are actually multiple explanations of what sorts of duality it represents, like two inseparable realms where Buddha is just as present, but one of the simpler concepts is bonjoufuni (凡聖不二), the idea that both holy persons and common folk alike are both human, entirely and inseparably the same.
Now, in Genya's case, we have someone of two co-existing states: human and demon. Even for being human, he is capable of what is impossible for humans; he fully embodies the strength and regenerative capabilities of a demon, as well as the same weaknesses. Despite encompassing a demon's traits, Genya is not like Nezuko or Tamayo or Yushiro. He is human. He's got both states.
He is like overlapping circles.
Or maybe he's like a sea cucumber, if sea cucumbers can also eat demons.
A collection of basic references, with links to more in-depth explanations and analysis. As much as possible details are taken from canon sources, but for what isn’t expressly stated, sleuthing was required and therefore has a margin of error. Some sections are also outside-research based for what is hopefully handy meta, especially for fanfic writers.
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“Right now?! Genya knew her brother was insatiable at home, but at school? It only ever extended to heated glances and quick squeezes.
But this was no mere squeeze!
His hand languidly groped the meat of her ass and thigh, leaving her hot and nervous. How would they explain this to a teacher if one of them walked back in? "
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