Summary: After a difficult slaying you find yourself stumbling to a familiar mansion to be taken care of for the night
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Word count: 4k+
Warnings/tags: !Some Spoilers from manga! Exhibitionism, reader is bisexual, Poly ship, She/Her pronouns, All characters are adults, SMUT 18+ Only
masterlist┃AO3
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Being one of the newest demon slayers meant being sent on missions no one else would ever consider. On your way home for a very taxing slaying, you depend on your crow to guide you to the safe house for somewhere to sleep for the night as you were in no condition to defend yourself. Stumbling your way through a dense forest you nearly sobbed when you were able to see the brilliant purple flowers surrounding a familiar mansion.
Barely able to stand let alone walk you use your blade as a cane, hobbling down the dirt trail that opened up to the estate. You wander through the maze of wisteria trees leading to the arched entrance, not having enough energy to stop and admire their beauty.
The stone path to the house was hard to navigate using your sword as a cane, the small gaps in stone trapping your sword when you pressed your weight down. This made the short journey take longer than you wanted to admit.
The mansion ahead was built in the traditional Japanese style letting you see light through the shoji. When you squinted your eyes you could see vague shadows moving around in one of the rooms near the center of the house. You let out a sigh of relief knowing at least someone was still awake to let you in.
When you reach the steps leading into the home you immediately strip off your blood-soiled outer clothing not wanting its stench to get anywhere near the inside of their home. You fight back tears bending down to remove your zori and bandages covering your legs. The rush of surviving another demon has worn off leaving you to feel every cut and bruise marring your skin.
You could hear mumbling inside the home but did not want to yell out your arrival just yet, needing to take a minute to gather your emotions. The last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of them.
“Tengen!” A loud feminine voice yells inside the home, “Someone is at the door, are we expecting visitors.”
You could hear nothing else inside the house before the door slammed open revealing the retired Hashira. He was wearing his night robe, his hair free around his face. Despite the pain you smile weakly, happy to see him again, “Sorry for the interruption.” You wince, pressing your hand to the wound on your abdomen, “But I need some assistance.”
Behind him, three pairs of eyes peek around his body. You could hear a quiet gasp as they take in the state of your body. Before Uzui can open his mouth to respond six hands immediately descend onto your body.
“What happened!” Makio yelled, gently poking the blood-soaked bandages around your left arm.
“You look awful, how long have you been out on your own?” Hinatsuru questioned at the same time. Her gentle hands grab ahold of your upper arm and lower back to help you support your weight.
Poor Suma already had fat tears rolling down her cheek, wailing as she fell to her knees to wrap her arms around your waist. You use what little strength you had to pat her on the shoulder and try to reassure all of them.
“I am alright, it looks worse than it really is,” You coo, plastering another weak smile on your face, though you were sure it looked more like a grimace.
Uzui scowled looking unconvinced. He walked over to where the four of you were huddled and crossed his large arms over his chest as he looked down at you with one eye, his other covered by a jeweled patch. You shift your weight under his gaze, ignoring how small you felt around him. He towered over all of you, your head not even coming to the middle of his chest.
He bends, tilting his head as he takes you in, “How long have you been traveling in this condition?”
You cough to clear your throat, “I’m not sure,” you wince at how gruff your voice sounded, “The demon I was sent after was much stronger than was expected.” You gesture to your bloody clothing, “It took a few days to take him down.”
Uzui's lips lift into a snarl, “If the demon was stronger than your level you should have aborted the mission and had another slayer complete it instead of putting yourself at risk.”
Your gaze falls to the ground, your eyes growing heavy with unshed tears, “I thought I could handle it.”
Soft reassuring words were mumbled around you as his wives tried to bring you comfort but he was right. The second you lost the fight the first time you should have sought reinforcements. If the demon had not slipped on your blood when running towards you there is little chance you would still be on this earth.
He sighed, his shoulders slouching, “I will ready a bed for you for the night,” He turns and enters his home without another word. You bite your inner cheek to prevent yourself from letting the tears fall.
“He is just worried about you,” Hinatsuru said, petting your back, “When you left the last time we were all so worried. Every night we made sure to have one of us stay awake in case you were to find your way here again.”
Your heart swells, knowing they cared so much about you was one of the greatest feelings in the world. Your first visit to the retired Sound Hashiras estate had been much less eventful than tonight. You were returning from a small mission taking out a newly turned demon. Your crow insisted you take the rest of the night off, leading you to the estate. You would have never guessed how one little action could have changed the entire course of your life. The nights you spent with them were some of the best of your life.
Hinatsuru had made sure to cook for you every night, she claimed it was to get your strength up but you were almost positive she enjoyed watching you eat as much as you enjoyed eating her food. When you were not eating Makio was testing you, constantly finding new ways to improve your skills. All the while Suma never left your side, attached to your hip as you explored the estate.
Uzui watched all of this with amusement, even taking the time to show you a few of his own moves when Makio was taking a break. At the end of each day, you all gathered for dinner, telling each other stories and listening to Uzui reminisce about his time in the demon slayer corps.
When dinner had long finished and talking turned into yawns you retired to your room, saying goodnight to your hosts as they filed into their shared room. When you laid your head to sleep you never got any rest, instead, you were blessed with the sounds of rapture emitting from the room next to you.
Makio, always so eager, was usually the first to initiate their lovemaking. Her rough and aggressive nature fell away as she begged her lovers for attention. Suma, so eager to please would answer her calls first, taking the time to bring Makio pleasure while the other two also worked each other up.
After the first round of cries died down it was not long until the entire house filled with moans once more. Uzui, always the overachiever, made sure each of his wives was screaming out his name before he let out his own groans of pleasure.
The first night you were able to resist the temptation to bring your hand down and stroke your needy cunt but listening every night for weeks broke down your will to resist until your soft moans started to bled with theirs, making a beautiful symphony.
But when it was all died down and the unique family held each other close you rested alone, the feeling of emptiness suffocating. How you wished someone loved you how they loved each other.
Your days continued as normal, the five of you falling into a schedule leaving little time for you to dwell on your single status but when the time came for you to be called away for another mission you instantly were filled with dread. You did not want to leave the safe paradise you had come to privately call home.
You waited to tell them about your departure until dinner that night, not wanting the last day you had with them to be full of tears. In the morning when it was time to leave the wives helped you pack your bag making sure you had plenty of food and bandages. Makio had even insisted she would come with you to assist but thankfully Suma and Hinatsuru managed to talk her out of that idea.
Saying goodbye was unbearable, they each held you tight in their arms taking the time to say a private goodbye. When it was Uzui’s turn to bring you into his arms he pulled you close, resting his hand on the back of your head. “Do not do anything foolish while you are gone,” he brought his hand around to settle under your chin, “Be sure to return here after you finish this mission.”
You smile, “Is that an order?”
He smirks, squeezing the fat on your cheek, “Yes I, the God of flamboyancy, command you to return to me once your mission is complete. After all, there is still much I must teach you about being flamboyant, you are still only a beginner.”
You laugh bowing slightly, “Oh mighty one your wish is my command.”
They all waited outside the house as you left, only going inside when you were long gone. Three months would pass before you would find your way back to their home covered in blood.
“But he is right,” you mumble, thrusting yourself back into the present, “I should have called for help earlier, the only reason I am even alive right now is that the demon slipped when he ran after me. It was a freak accident that kept me alive not skill.”
Makio laid a punch onto your unbandaged arm, “That is ridiculous! It still took skill to take down a demon. So what it slipped and fell, you still had the mind to use the opening to make your move.”
“She is right!” Suma cried, wiping the tears off her cheeks, “You are a skilled slayer, anyone can see that.”
Hinatsuru hemmed in agreement, “While it was not the best move to pursue a demon much stronger than yourself, it does speak to your skill that you are still alive.”
You slouch your head, “I guess,” you look to the door, “Do you mind if I have a bath before bed I do not want to soil your sheets.”
“Of course,” Hinatsuru gently guided you into their home, the other two following close behind after gathering your belongings.
They each file into the small bathroom, helping you remove the stick bandages as well as the rest of your clothes. You were too tired to care as they removed your undergarments leaving you with nothing to hide your nakedness.
At the sight of the many cuts to your skin Suma once again began to sob, “We should have let Makio go help,” she cried, helping the others gently scrub the dried blood from your skin.
“If the demon was not already dead I would rip its head off with my hands,” Makio growled, scrubbing the skin of your leg aggressively. “How could any being be willing to hurt someone as sweet as you.”
Hinatsuru took to washing your hair, her delicate fingers patiently working out the filth that had gathered in the strands. Your eyelids grow heavy with each soft touch as the women lavished you with attention. Soon each blink was a small battle your head falling forward, too heavy to hold up.
“Don’t fight it,” Hinatsuru gently ordered, letting you rest your back against her chest, “We will take care of you while you rest, you are safe now.”
You weakly bring your hand up to brush your fingers across her cheek, appreciating the care she gave. She brought her own hand up to meet yours, intertwining your fingers to hold them there a moment longer. “Sleep,” she placed her hand back down on your stomach, “we will all be here when you wake up.”
You close your eyes, only for a second but when you open them again you are in a completely new room. Feeling surprisingly warm for your condition you try to lift your upper body and look around the room but a heavy weight on your chest stops you. Squinting you could make out the soft black hair of Suma as she rested her head on your chest. Turing your head to the right you also have another presence behind you. Judging by the length of the hair you were almost positive it was Hinatsuru.
You try to keep your breathing calm, ignoring how your heart pounded against your chest. They were just making sure you were ok that is all, there is nothing weird about this. They do not really want to share a bed with you, this is all just a sweet gesture from friends.
You needed to escape before your thoughts started down a path of no return. Maneuvering out of their hold was nearly impossible. Suma when you started twisting to move down wrapped her surprisingly strong arms around your waist anchoring you in place.
Hinatsuru was no better, her hands were wrapped around your upper arm and tightened with even the slightest movement. There was another hand settled across your hips but the blanket prevented you from making out who it belonged to.
You lift your head to peek over her shoulder and your heart nearly stops. Uzui was lying on his side, his arms resting around Hinatsuru’s waist. You follow the large arm and your heart nearly burst out from your chest. The large warm hand resting on your hips belonged to the retired sound Hashira.
Your chest started to rise and fall rapidly, wheels in your mind moving so fast they created smoke. This could not be happening. You squeeze your eyelids closed trying to rationalize what was happening. This is normal right? You were sure they were just making sure you were alive, after all your wound had looked rather scary.
Yeah, that’s it. They were not cuddling you for pleasure. But that did not mean you could not pretend for a minute? You relax into their hold and for a minute allow yourself to imagine a life where this was your normal.
A soft smile appears on your lips picturing how after every mission you would return to them. Suma would cry when she sees your wounds, taking the time to kiss every one of them insisting it will make you feel better. Hinatsuru would cook for you while Makio finished applying the bandages.
Tengen would watch this all with soft eyes, waiting for them to patch you up before taking you gently into his arms, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, and listening closely to your recollection of the slaying.
When you all finish dinner you would retreat to bed like you were now only it would not be to sleep. You wonder if Makio would beg you to touch her as she does to Suma, tightening her callused fingers into your hair as she lowers her hips to settle on your face, letting you use your mouth to tease her sweet cunt.
Tengen would join in on the fun, using his thick fingers to stretch your hole open for him while you were distracted, smirking as you whine into Makio’s pussy.
Makio would squeeze her delicious thighs around your head as you explore her soft sex, using your nose to tease the engorged bud while your tongue thrusts into her hole, trying to focus as Tengen added yet another finger.
Hinatsuru would join next, bringing her soft fingers around Tengen’s length to pump her hand in time with the fingers in your tight hole watching as he stretches you open.
Suma would rest her head on Tengen’s other shoulder, her own fingers making lazy circles around her engorged clit, watching you with fascination.
Only when he was sure you were relaxed enough would Tengen bring the head of his cock to your entrance, pressing into you slowly to give you time to adjust to his girth. When the head of his cock kissed the end of your hole he would draw his hips back, watching his slick cock leave before slamming his hips forward his eyes hazy from pleasure.
Your moans would be muffled by Makio now grinding against your tongue, her juices coating your face as Tengen used your tight hole. There was no need for him to use his hand on you as he fucked you senseless, Makio’s eager fingers were already stroking your clit as she rode your face.
They would all watch you fall apart, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as your back comes off the bed. Tengen would continue to thrust into, only slowing when his fat cock finally released inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum while Makio convulsed above you.
He would not say in you for too long, his stamina higher than anyone in the room. Poor Hinatsuru was his next victim, her sweet high pitch moans filling the air as Suma cleaned your sloppy cunt with her tongue, letting you recover from having your world turned upside down.
A soft snore shot you back into reality. Fuck, you bring up one hand to cover your eyes, ashamed about your thoughts. You had no right to think about them like that, they had been nothing but kind to you, spending hours caring for you, feeding you, even clothing you. It was wrong to insert yourself into this complete family.
With renewed will you inch your way out of the entanglement of limbs, slipping down under the blanket where you could leave from the end of the bed. The cool air assaults your skin, your body already too cold from blood loss. Your heart ached, wanting to return to the warm safe cocoon you were in earlier.
You quietly scramble around the house, searching desperately for your soiled clothing. They had to be around here somewhere, you could not go into the freezing night weather wearing only a sheer robe.
You let out a sob of relief when you spot the clothing strung up over embers, clean from the blood that had stained it earlier. You did not deserve their kindness.
You fold the robe, place it on a chair so you can change into your uniform. Putting on the clothes of a demon slayer made it easier to dissociate from the fantasy earlier, it reminded you what your true life was like. You were not a housewife of a retired Hashira, you were an active demon slayer who needed to be on the top of their game.
Gathering your sword from the stand by the door you attach it to the wrap on your hip, ignoring how the added weight placed pressure against the wound on your hip.
Opening the door without making noise was a tricky task, you had to inch it open, sliding through the small opening you made. You push down the grief at leaving, this was for the best, nothing good could come from being around them.
“It is not very flamboyant for a guest to leave without thanking their hosts,” Uzui unmistakable voice chided from above.
You spin on your heels looking up to see him perched on the roof, his hand resting on his knee as he crouched. “The girls will be very upset tomorrow when they wake up to find you gone without a word.”
“I-I still need to complete another part of my mission,” you lie, looking down at the ground, “You all looked so peaceful I did not want to disturb your sleep.”
Uzui leaped off the roof landing directly in front of you, “Do not lie to me,” he brings his hand to under your chin forcing you to meet his gaze, “Tell me the real reason you are leaving and I will explain it to the girls when they wake up.”
You open your mouth to give another lie, one more believable but his all-knowing eyes stopped you in your tracks. Nothing you could say except the truth would get you out of this.
“I needed some air,” you finally answer hoping it was enough of the truth to satisfy him.
He stepped in closer, his body blocking out the entire world, “So why did you change back into your uniform and sneak out of the house?”
You try to look away again but his hand held you still, “I want the full truth little slayer.”
“Uzui,” you whisper hoping he will give you mercy, “please let me go.”
“Did it have something to do with your sweet whimpers from earlier?”
Time stands still, your mind racing to understand what he was saying. Your eyes widen in horror as you realize what he was talking about.
He laughs, “Don’t look so distraught, we all enjoyed listening to you while you had your little fantasy.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you screech, trying to back away from him.
“What a flamboyant dream that must have been to make you moan like that.” A large smile spread across his face. “Were you dreaming us? Imagining how we would each take turns playing with your breedable body making you sing our names over and over until you were too fucked to move?”
“I was not moaning, Uzui, you must have been hearing things”
“Tengen,” He corrects, “I want you to call me Tengen.”
“Tengen,” a shiver runs through your skin saying his first name for the first time, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Ah little slayer that is the second time you have lied to me,” He points to his ears, “It seems you have forgotten who you are speaking to, lie again and I will have to remind you.”
You grow desperate knowing he can read into every small movement you made, “Tengen, please, I do not want to go down this path.”
“Oh but I do, this is the most interesting thing to happen since my retirement.”
“This is not a game,” you hiss wrapping your arms around your waist, trying to focus on your breathing.
“I know it is not a game,” his eyes soften, “Do you really think we would do all this for just anyone? You are precious to all of us. Suma sobs when you leave waiting by the door for hours hoping maybe you will come back. Makio spends hours training hoping to distract herself until your return. Hinatsuru will retreat to the kitchen, cooking foods she knows you enjoy to have ready in case you come back.”
Your chest squeezing making it hard to breathe, “And you?” you ask before you could stop yourself, “What do you do when I leave?”
He smiles weakly, “wait for your return. Sometimes I will join Makio in training, I have a reputation to uphold after all. Other times I will join Hinatsuru in the kitchen, she has taught me quite a few tricks in the kitchen.”
“Though when we all miss you the most is when we retreat for the night to the bedroom.”
Your breath hitches waiting for him to continue.
“Our lovemaking is not the same without you serenading us with your divine moans from the next room.”
“You could hear me?” you whisper, too entranced by his words to feel embarrassed.
“Yes little slayer, we could hear everything. Every little moan you tried to muffle with the pillow,” he smirks, “ You always gave up hiding it by the end of the night, it was always my favorite part, listening to you find your own pleasure.”
He steps in closer now only inches from you and leans over, his face now directly in front of yours, “If you were in my bed we would play with you for hours, listening to you cry out our names over and over again until your voice was too hoarse to speak.”
“Then when we are all too tired to move you would rest in our bed warm and safe. This is my dream little slayer, so tell me, what is it your desire?”
He was offering you everything you had ever wanted all you had to do was tell him the truth and yet when you opened your mouth to answer nothing came out.
“Tengen I-”
“You do not have to answer now, take some time to think about what you truly wish for because once we get a taste there is no going back. I will never let you leave my side again little slayer if you agree to become mine.”
He pulls a small bag out of his robe and lifts your hand placing it in your palm, “A small gift for your travels.” He closes your fingers around the bag, “Something to remember us while you are traveling.”
You look longingly behind him were the three others are resting. You did not want them to think you abandoned them.
“Don’t worry I will explain to them why you left,” he releases your hand “The sun is rising so you should be safe to travel but do not push yourself too hard.”
“I won’t,” you mumble, placing the bag into a small pouch on your belt.
You back away from him and bow unable to think of anything to say to show how you were feeling.
“I expect an answer soon,” he orders returning to his boisterous attitude, “and at least one letter a week while you are traveling otherwise I may have to refresh my tracking skills.”
For a second the image of Tengen hunting you filled your mind sending a tingle to your lower stomach, “I promise.” you choke out, your face burning once you realize he most definitely noticed the distraction.
His red eyes gleamed watching you squirm, “I will hold you to that.”
# : i caught up with the kny anime and tengen has filled my mind so this is what he deserves!!!! @novaresque
tags : MDNI, f!reader, dom!tengen, voyeurism, maid!reader, size difference, breeding, praise, his wives is included so girls x girl, mention of/and tummy bulging, oral (m & f receiving)
— PRAISE KINK
tears stream down your warm cheeks as gags continuously escape your full mouth.
tengen’s hand feels heavy on the back of your head as he helps you bob your head up and down on his thick cock. white tufts of hair tickle the tip of your nose as he helps you deep throat his whole cock, almost using you as a mere cocksleeve.
the way he’s holding onto your hair and moving you up and down as your spit and tears spreads across your face and his dick makes you feel like you are just there to pleasure him.
but his words of praise helps you keep your mindset at bay, because tengen is not gonna let you tumble down into subspace just for him to get his dick sucked.
“you make me, fuck, feel so good baby.” he’s not shy to keep his moans and groans quiet, not caring if your neighbors or other people hear what the two of you are doing.
you hollow your cheeks, laying your tongue flat against his cock as you bob your head up and down - still with his help. coming up to give his sensitive tip some licks before you start sucking it.
looking up at him you meet his hooded eyes, he’s clearly fighting the urge to throw his head back and just start bullying your throat with his cock.
“‘m gonna cum if you continue with that baby.” he moans, “so fucking good for me.”
“just my dirty slut to use, ain’t you?” to answer his question you just him around his dick, the vibrations affecting him as he starts stuttering out all kinds of stumbled words. all mixed together and barely making any sense.
you would’ve smirked smugly if your mouth wasn’t occupied at the moments, but you settle for mentally patting yourself on the shoulder for being able to get this big 6’6 man to crumble just from getting his dick sucked.
“i-i’m gonna give you so many, oh, orgasms for being su-.. such a good girl.”
— SIZE DIFFERENCE
“fuck, you are so small i could do whatever i wanted to and you wouldn’t be able to do anything.” tengen moans, hands on your hips tightening as he can feel your cunt drip cum down his cock.
a cock that is almost too big for you, not even the whole thing is inside you and yet you feel so full that it’s on the brink of too much.
“p-please daddy! you-.. you’re too big!” your wails only gets him going, dick almost getting harder as your smaller hands wrap around his wrists. nails digging crescent moons into his skin.
he hums and presses a big hand on your tummy, pressing down when he can feel himself inside you and ignores your squeals. tengen is quick to slap away your hands that comes to wrap around his that is pressing on your stomach, the pressure being just enough to be pleasurable but also too much.
before you have time to react however, the world is spinning as he pulls you beneath him instead. your thighs come up to lock behind his lower back as he leans down towards you.
he presses a quick but passionate kiss on your lips before he smiles scornfully, “be good for daddy and i will fuck you like you deserve, little one.”
— BREEDING
it’s almost hard to breathe, at least comfortably, as tengen got your legs pressed against your bouncing tits. his big figure pressing you so snugly against the bed as he pumps his cock in and out of your filled cunt.
almost too full from all the rounds you have had so far this night with him, tummy almost bulging from how much he’s got to cum inside you. it almost felt like he’d never run out of cum, especially not with the way his balls seems to have gotten even bigger since you started to fuck.
“aren’t you such a good cumdump for me, hm?” he asks you, as if you have the energy or even breath saved to answer him. “a little cumslut just for me to breed, ain’t that right?”
he chuckles mockingly at how quick you are to nod a yes, face so close your noses are almost touching, but he seems to think it’s fun when you whine as though you want him to kiss you.
instead he presses a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth before straightening up, keeping a tight grip behind your knees. “i hope you are aware that i won’t stop until i have filled you enough.”
before you even get to think of an answer he’s thrusting his hips into your with a wet pap, cock reaching so deep in you that it strokes all your sweet spots just right and just misses your poor cervix.
if he continues like this there’s probably an guarantee his cum will start to just fill your womb instead of only your sensitive and swollen pussy.
— VOYEURISM
“look at my pretty girls!” tengen exclaims, a proud smirk on his face as he watches his three girls fuck you - their maid, laid open on the bed.
they all got their eyes on you since when you first came over to their house to just clean it. them all pretty busy with work and no one has the time to really clean the big house they are living in.
which made them come to the conclusion to hire a maid. it’s just that they didn’t expect her to be so pretty, dolled up in a maid dress and everything with a shy smile on her face.
the lower half of your face is covered in suma’s cum, three of your fingers thrusting deeply into hina’s cunt as she grinds back onto them and makio has her face buried in your messy cunt. your thighs painted in your cum and spit as they have each taken at least one turn in licking your cunt until you cum.
only one who hasn’t touched you yet tonight is tengen, though he seems to be okay with it as he looks rather comfortable in the chair at the end of the bed - watching and observing all the pretty sounds you make, and his wives.
one of his big hands is stroking at his big and thick cock over his underwear, the tip of his dick on the brink of escaping the tight underwear he’s still wearing. a wet patch visible in them from his oozing precum.
“one round each again, then it’s my turn. dear wives.”
he winks at you when you meet his eyes over suma’s thigh.
a/n : hmm yeah i have to practice peepee sucking more. reblogs and comments are appreciated hihihi
Yay! So I'd like to request something with Kyojuro and reader both being the corps but never really friends cause she's a lil grumpy and a loner BUT one day she casually hears it's Senjuros birthday and Kyo is complaining cause can't be home bc he has a mission so she (having already met him on like one quick occasion) decides to visit the estate and cooks him something/brings a gift and then Kyojuro actually manages to come home early and catches her so it's the first time they actually get closer to each other and talk a lil? Sorry if it's long! Thank you!
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r.kyojuro/reader
genre: fluff, potential love blooming~
warning(s): kyojuro obviously expressing interest, kyojuro accidentally flirting and not even realizing it, y/n is bad with expressions, kanroji is precious, senjuro is precious, tanjiro and the gang visit senjuro bc he deserves buddies, y/n kicks inosuke into the yard approx. twice
w.count: 4.3k
synopsis: not being a very peopley-person, you still got approached by fellow demon slayers and none make quite the same effort as the flame hashira to get close to you. although, when you overhear he may not be able to make it home for his younger brother's birthday, you decide you wont let the younger boy spend it alone
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a/n: anon im gonna eat your brain also senjuro is baby and i will protect him with my life. (i think i actually got a little carried away ;;)
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The first time Rengoku met you, he couldn’t really call it a meeting.
He had been on his way to a small village next to a lake that villagers had sworn up and down had become cursed in recent months; what with the sudden disappearances that started when a woman had supposedly drowned. The first step was to investigate and possibly take leadership of whatever demon slayer had already been dispatched to the location. Though, when he arrived, it was the early moments of dawn and there you were, standing on the end of a fishing dock surrounded by lake water.
Your nichirin sword had been lowered to your side and the morning breeze filtered through the air and the air itself was simply serene. There was nothing indicating that a demon was present or had fled, though the scrapped remains of cloth under your feet said otherwise.
“Excuse me!” He called, running towards you in gentle, smooth paces. You turned your head over your shoulder, only taking a small step back to twist further when he came to stand before you. Your face was neutral and it reminded him much of Tomioka and Tokito’s muted expressions. You looked at him as he smiled back at you- much as he does to everyone. “Were you the one dispatched to investigate the demon in this village?”
At first, you said nothing. You looked down at your blade, sweeping it gracefully in front of your chest before sheathing neatly onto its place at your hip. Still not offering him a verbal answer, you took a step back, knelt to the ground, and picked up the scrap of cloth before holding it into a ray of the morning sun that began to peek over the treetops. Spring had just begun so the air was still chilled in the dusks and dawns and you could see your breath cloud at your chin in the sunrays.
Rengoku noticed that wrapped in the thin cloth was a discolored hand, the color of mud; disjointed and veiny like the limb of a devil. In the sunlight, the already crumbling hand set ablaze and disappeared into a huff of morning soot in the wind, burning the remaining cloth along with it.
Dropping your hand back down to your side. You turned on your heel and walked right past his shoulder.
“Does that answer your question?” You ask him before proceeding onto your next mission. He watched your back as you leisurely left. His initial opinion of you was… blurry to put it into uncertain terms.
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Throughout the course of his time as a Hashira, very occasionally he would bump into you or hear your name passed around among the others. Your skills were apparently nothing short of astounding even with your faults and you were praised by your peers in the same rank as you. Even Young Kamado, who had frequently crossed paths with both himself and you, had launched into the story when he first met you. He explained your strength and calm decorum with stars in his eyes all while.
However, it seemed as though your expressions, or lack thereof, and attitude had not changed throughout your journey as a member of the demon slayer corps. You still wore very neutral expressions, or scowls when irritated, and always preferred to work on your own and have time to yourself. Even among a group of fellow demon slayers, one would find you off to the side not approaching anyone and no one very eager to approach you.
However, he always noticed that if someone did speak to you, take for instance Young Kamado, you wouldn’t shoo them away. Although you weren’t the most interactive conversationalist, you didn’t shun those who you at least thought of as reliable allies.
You weren’t that much younger than Rengoku; in fact if he had to guess, you were about the same age as him. So, he felt a mild sense of frustration that he hasn’t even properly held a conversation with you even as your senior in terms of rank at the very least. It was always short answers with curt endings with no room for additional conversing.
Part of him pondered why your case irked him specifically.
When it came to Tokito and his absentmindedness along with his aloof nature, he found it quite endearing as his junior. Tomioka was a quiet man, but he wasn’t so off putting that he avoided Rengoku, in fact when Rengoku would strike up a conversation the water pillar would at least stick around and offer a nod here or there to signal he was at least half-listening. Even one sided conversations among his fellow quiet Hashira were enjoyable to him in some way, shape or form.
“Maybe that is it,” he muttered to himself as he went on his way to his next job location. “Is it perhaps because she is not a hashira, yet I compare her to them in terms of personality?” If he were to distinguish the two as separate circles, would it stop grating on him? But that still didn’t explain to him why he thought the way he did. There must be others like you among the rest of the corps, so still the question remained- why you? His momentary personal interrogation was halted when his name was called from behind.
Stopping and throwing on his natural, lip-lifting smile, he turned and saw- coincidentally- a fellow hashira as he was thinking of them. Although, this particular pillar wasn’t as soft spoken as the two that were on his mind. No, this was the young, pink-cheeked and affectionate Kanjori. And behind her shoulder was you, much to his surprise.
It was a duo he never much saw coming.
Even more surprising was the gauze plastered onto your cheek and what appeared to be tight bandages wrapped around your dominant hand. Some minor bruising formed in the corner of your mouth and base of your nose like it had been previously broken. Just under your buttoned collar he could catch the small sliver of even more bandages around your neck and quite possibly upper torso. Not to mention the small limp to your gait. Compared to the injureless Kanroji waving and cheerful, you were practically pitiful in sight.
“Oh my,” he loudly announces as the both of you approach him. You don’t make your displeasure of the way he was looking at you verbal, but the way you scowl at him more than makes up for the lack of words. The duo stopped in front of him as you turned away, not even looking in his direction anymore. “It is quite the surprise to see you two together,” he opens.
“Truthfully, I ran into y/n while visiting one of the wisteria manors!” Kanjori explains, looking over her shoulder to you who still wouldn’t look towards either of them. “She had been injured on her last mission and was sent to get treatment, but before she could fully recover she was already being sent back out.” Kanroji brought her hand up to her chin as she turned her brows up in concern. Rengoku mirrored that expression, his smile dropped considerably.
He knew that the demon slayer ranks numbers were dropping by the day. Not all members were sufficient enough in skill to fulfill the roles of killing demons and found themselves done in without so much as ten kills under their belt. Though, he wondered if the numbers and general lack of skill were so dire that they needed to send a fighter that was still recuperating back into the field.
“You are still not fully recovered yet,” he said to you over Kanjori's shoulder. You said nothing, but your chin dipped and you turned further away, he could barely see your other cheek over your nose from how far you were turned. It was like you thought if you twisted your neck enough you'd disappear and escape their little conversation with you at the center.
“I was worried, so I decided since I have not been assigned a new mission yet that I’d go with her, just to make sure she’d be okay.” Kanjori then became uneasy and began to fiddle with her lip. “But, just as we came into this area I was assigned something in the opposite direction. I’m worried about leaving her on her own but-”
“I’ll be fine,” you cut her off. Although, unlike with the tone Rengoku is familiar with, you spoke gently to Kanroji- even if you were rude by interrupting. The Love Hashira looked like she was ready to stamp her feet and argue with you; like she’d already had this conversation before.
“In which direction are you traveling, y/n?” You finally flicked your gaze back to the Flame Hashira to see his smile return to his lips. Although, it was a smaller smile, one that wasn’t up to his cheeks but still showed he meant no harm or tease.
“South West,” you mutter.
“What a stroke of luck then!” He shouts as Kanjori and you both look at each other then to him. “I’m heading in that direction as well. Kanroji can part with you here and I will accompany you the rest of the way to your destination. On top of that, I will make sure you do not get into further trouble with your injuries.”
Truthfully, he didn’t even process the emotion that may or may not have flitted across your face because it was overshadowed by Kanroji’s shining aura. Smiling and tinted in her cheeks at the fortune and overall scenario. It was simply the best outcome that could’ve happened.
“That’s wonderful!” She cheered. She spun on her heel, snatching your hands and brought them up, getting closer to you in excitement. Your mouth opened and your eyes widened at her seer enthusiasm and sudden lack of personal space. If she wasn’t so starry-eyed she’d see the fluster written in your eyes. “Rengoku-san is a very trustworthy man! He took great care of me when we trained together, so you’re in capable hands, y/n!”
“I-I don’t need-”
You didn’t have your chance at arguing before she was releasing you, thanking Rengoku and rushing off in the opposite direction in which her next job was. You were left speechless- although not out of the ordinary for you- with Rengoku still standing behind you as you watched her go.
“This may not be what you want,” Rengoku starts, making you turn to look at him, “but it may be for the best. We cannot have you risk further injury. For the time being, please rely on me.” You said nothing, back to being the quiet woman he had known before being wrapped up in Kanroji’s worry and excitement.
As the two of you set off in the same direction with Rengoku as your unofficial, temporary shield, the nagging feeling of wanting to be able to pull out expressions out of you like Kanroji did ached in the back of his mind.
-x-x-x-
After that first mission where he escorted you to your job location, Rengoku found himself running into you more and more. It is like the gods were testing him since he still hadn’t been able to fully grasp your character yet. It’s not like he probed anyways, you were you and he had no business getting into it. However, you had started greeting him first when he ran into you and to him, that was a magnificent victory.
Currently, he was chatting with Tanjiro after having been assigned to check on him and his party of Inosuke, Zenitsu and Nezuko after another hard fought battle that left them in the temporary care of one of the wisteria marked estates. The two of them had been sitting out on the engawa, sitting in the midday sunlight while they gleefully exchanged words and stories.
Tanjiro enjoyed spending time with the Flame Hashira, feeling like he was speaking to an elder brother; and the senior swordsman felt fond of the forehead scared boy just as much.
“That’s right,” Tanjiro speaks with a sharp voice, bouncing his fist lightly in the palm of his opposite hand. “Rengoku-san, Senjuro-san’s birthday is coming up soon, isn’t it? He wrote about it in the last letter we exchanged,” Tanjiro said, taking out the latest letter from the younger Rengoku son from his uniform and unfolding it to read through the ink strokes. Rengoku’s smile broadened at the mention of his precious younger sibling.
“That is correct!” The smile he wore dipped just a tad as he continued. “Though, it seems as though it will be difficult to return home when the day comes.”
Tanjiro frowned, neatly folding the letter back up and replacing it back into his uniform pocket. “Rengoku-san?”
“I was recently assigned a new mission, and once I leave here it’s expected to take about a week between travel and completion. I may have to make it up to Senjuro when I return afterwards.” Though he still spoke fondly, there was no mistaking the melancholic tone his voice had taken on. He didn’t want to miss his younger brother’s day of birth, it was something to celebrate! It seems this year, however, he may have to spend it alone. The thought ate at the elder Rengoku son.
“What if I stop by and visit him!” Tanjiro was shouting, taking on the golden haired man’s trait of overall loudness. The shock on the younger boys face was proof enough that he spoke without thought before he started backing himself up. “Wait- I mean- what if I go by and visit Senjuro-san in your place? NO! Not that I’m a placeholder- but, so he isn’t alone!” Rengoku’s smile relit.
“If you did,” he spoke softly, something that made Tanjiro settle and look almost concerned back at him. “If you visit my younger brother in my stead, you’d have my gratitude.” As quickly as the topic came, it left as the boys got to their feet and discussed leaving on their own respective missions. Unknown to them, you had heard the entire conversation.
You had met the younger Rengoku son before- not that it was anyone else's business. You had been traveling through Rengoku's home town on the way to your next hunt when you passed by a particular home, you saw through the main gate a boy sweeping the stone ground.
Golden hair with red tips identical to that of Rengoku’s and relaxed, if not mellow, red centered eyes that faded out into the warmest shade of yellow. You stood in awe for a moment at the sheer uncanny resemblance, you were so lost in though you were unable to see that he had noticed you. He approached you and spoke to you briefly, obviously recognizing your demon slayer uniform.
You had made your way through that town several times since then, and you try and stop by the Rengoku estate to attempt to catch him sweeping to at least greet him. Perhaps it was because you had grown used to Rengoku speaking to you as often as he tried that you were able to easily speak to the younger version of him. You had even accompanied him to the market a few times when he seemed down due to whatever his father had or hadn’t done.
You placed your hand on your gut, underneath the robes the wisteria estate had lent you were more thick bandages from your last job. Just a few broken ribs you would soon recover from. You wouldn’t be permitted back out to battle until they posed no further threat to your health and performance.
That leaves just enough time.
-x-x-x-
Rengoku ran at a leisure place into his hometown, making sure to avoid all people and not run into anyone or cause a scene. Those who knew him waved in passing and welcomed him home before he was shouting regards back without slowing his pace.
With a stroke of luck the time it took to get to his job destination was shortened when the demon he was assigned to cut down made his way closer to the hashria by nearly a day and a half. Dealing with said demon took a much shorter amount of time than he thought it would; though, half of that may have been his internal remorse about not being able to be with Senjuro on his birthday. He must have over thought the initial time it would take to deal with it.
So now, at midday of his younger brother’s birthday he was rushing home with a proud smile. Surely, Tanjiro and the other two would be there. Perhaps even Nezuko would be there with the three boys, content in her strapped box until the sun dipped behind the horizon.
His level-stride running was brought to an easy gait as he approached his residence. Walking easily past the front gates and into his home, he slid the door open and saw the discarded shoes of Senjuro’s guests.
There were… four?
He quirked his thick brow at the extra set of footwear. Perhaps they had brought along Kocho’s tsuguko? Or maybe Senjuro had a friend in town Rengoku wasn’t aware of yet? Whatever the reason, he smiled.
“The more the merrier,” he reasoned as he stepped inside. His sock-clad footsteps softly padded along the wooden interior before he heard the commotion of voices.
“Inosuke! Settle down!” Tanjiro’s voice voice was the first heard and it was enough to make the older son chuckle. That boar-headed lad was always a problem causer. Though, he’d be less problematic than a fly if the hashira settled him. “Ah! W-wait, y/n-san!” Rengoku’s stride stuttered.
“Y/n?” He whispered?
“Tanjiro!” Zenitsu cried, overly fretful of causing such a scene in someone else's home. “Someone else is-”
“Y/n-san!” Zenitsu’s cry of distress at the fact he could hear Rengoku coming was covered by the urgency Tanjiro took over calming you down from whatever you were doing. The sounds of the three messing about was drowned out by the overly loud, ego-boosted boar’s laugh before it was cut short. It sounded like he was choked, winded maybe, before the sound of his groans were heard further away.
“She threw him! She kicked him into the yard!” Zenitsu cried as Tanjiro could be heard rushing around. Among all that, Rengoku heard his younger brother laughing.
Rengoku finally entered the room all the commotion was coming from and found his brother sitting peacefully on the tatami with Tanjiro half kneeling on the floor mid-rise, Zenitsu crawled over to the open door that led outside to the engawa and yard, Inosuke in said yard on his back and you, stood just before the threshold to the engawa.
All eyes, aside from Inosuke's of course, went to the newcomer before Senjuro’s smile widened.
“Elder brother!” He announced, although everyone could see clearly who it was. He got to his feet and greeted his brother at the door who had crossed his arms and smiled down to him. “I though you wouldn’t be back today.”
“Things managed to work out!” He looked at the scowl on your face before it mellowed out. You dusted off your uniform and retreated further back into the room again. “I see you have some rather entertaining guests!” Tanjiro’s face pails as he sits unevenly on his knees.
“I apologize for the noise!” Rengoku laughs loudly. The two boys rush out in the yard, Zenitsu taking Inosuke by the shoulders and shaking him awake as Tanjiro tries to settle him down while still being concerned for the mountain raised demon slayer. Among the room, he notices that you had disappeared and when he turns to look out into the hall he still stood in, he sees your form retreating down it away from the party.
“Senjuro,” he called his brother’s attention. “If you don’t mind my asking, do you know y/n?” His spoke softly to his brother, just as he usually did. Senjuro nodded. Just when had the two of them met?
You had never brought it up before, though he supposed that you weren’t exactly inclined to. He took a step back before twisting slightly at the hips. “I’ll be back,” he told his brother with an accompanied pat on the head.
“I’m glad you’re back,” was the reply he got along with that smile he wanted to protect so dearly. He nodded before he was following the way you had gone. You found yourself in the kitchen, A tall, multitiered bento from a cloth bag. He watched you for a moment setting the bentos on the counter after separating the layers.
“Would you like any help?” He asked. You hadn’t heard him coming, so your shoulders jumped at his voice. He stepped into the kitchen to stand beside you. “Although I must warn you, I’m not very good in the kitchen,” he joked.
“It’s all already made,” you tell him as you take the lids off of the box lunches. He looked down at the food with his hand cradling his chin, nodding.
“This looks like a fine meal!”
“I’m glad you think so. My culinary skills aren’t anything special.” He pauses before he watches you uncover the other tiers of the brought lunch.
“You made all this? For Senjuro?”
“Of course I did,” you answered simply. “It’s a special occasion. There’s more than enough, so you’re welcome to help yourself as well.” He smiled at you. “I know that Inosuke will eat a lot, he’s a bottomless pit, so I made a lot more than usual just in case.” He was silent as he let you speak. It had been a long time- perhaps even the first time- since he had some sort of conversation with you to this extent.
He didn’t want to ruin it.
"Have you know my brother long?" He asked, hoping your conversation would keep rolling. And thankfully, it did.
"Not much longer than the others. I've run into him a handful of time before. I wouldn't call us strangers at the very least." He chuckled to himself softly. Senjuro wouldn't just let someone into the estate that he didn't consider a friend on such an auspicious day. You didn't give yourself enough credit, he'd have to find a way to change that.
As you set aside the lids to the boxes, you noticed the lack of one pair of chopsticks. You had brought enough for the four boys and yourself since you didn't foresee Rengoku making it back in time. Already seeing your silent dilemma, he worked swiftly.
He had smoothly moved from your side to behind you to reach on your opposing side to a draw at your hip. You weren't sure if he was aware of just how close his chest was pressed to your back as he moved. “Pardon,” he softly excused before he pulled it open and removed a pair of wooden chopsticks for himself. Sliding the drawer back, he returned to his place at your side. While you were turned away momentarily, he pinched a fluffy, rolled, yellow omelet between his utensils and popped it into his mouth.
He'd ask for Senjuro's forgiveness of taking the first taste of your food later.
You nearly tripped over nothing as you grabbed onto the countertop for stability at his loud exclamation of ‘delicious!’. The sound boomed in the small kitchen space like thunder trapped in a cave. You looked over your shoulder at him, your mouth open and brows slightly furrowed.
“Rengoku-sama?” You address. “What in the world-”
“I’d prefer it if you do not address me so formally, y/n,” he interrupted. “Much like your cooking, I like the way you say my name.” Your down-turned brows flip up-right again and raise further up your forehead as your eyes widen. “In fact,” he huffs, crossing his arms and leaning closer to you. Whether or not he’s conscious of what he’s doing is beyond you, “while you’re at it, you may call me by my given name! At home, members of my family are all ‘Rengoku’.”
“B-but, the other’s call you-”
“I did not mention the boys,” he cuts you off again, softer this time. “I want you to call me differently.” Standing back up to his full height, he takes three bento tiers from the countertop, leaving the remaining two for you to grab. “Come! The boys’ must be hungry after kicking up so much of a fuss.”
You silently nod, grabbing the two remaining tiers of food before following his back down the hall and returning to the room with the four youngsters. You set the food down with Rengoku’s help and before you could even tell them to behave and let Senjuro eat first, Inosuke was pouncing like he was some wild animal on a hunt. Well, before you planted your heel into his gut for the second time that day and kicked him right back out into the yard.
Senjuro scooted over to his brother before he asked for his ear. Leaning down, Senjuro whispered a question to his elder.
“Did something happen?”
“What do you mean?” His brows quirked up.
“Well,” Senjuro drew out before looking at you standing on the edge of the engawa. Honestly, no one around you had seen you so worked up before in a single day without the company of battle. You pointed out into the yard where Inosuke sat silent (for once) as you yelled and reprimanded him. “Y/n seems a bit worked up ever since you both came back.” Rengoku smiled before laughing at your scolding addressed at the boar-headed boy.
“I’d hate to be on the wrong end of your temper!” Rengoku seemed to dismiss the question his younger brother asked him. After all, he didn’t think that trying your food first and asking to be addressed a certain way would work you up to the point you were at.
He chalked it all up to you trying to come out of your hypothetical shell.
Although, as you sat with all the boys (Inosuke finally included) and ate, the warmth on your back from where he stood so close to you in the kitchen earlier, as well as the heat on your face, wouldn’t go away.
Summary: Doma brings you not one but two unexpected gifts.
Warnings: none?
Word Count: 608
A/N: my first demon slayer fanfic! I am taking requests!
One by one each member of the 12 Kizuki arrived on the demand by Lord Muzan. Douma had returned to the Infinity Castle however, he was not alone but with two small figures clinging to his side.
"Oh Y/N-Chan I have a gift for you~" Douma sang as you rolled your eyes and you could feel Akaza's irritation grow every time Douma opened his mouth. You tilt your head at the upper rank, you weren't fond of gifts especially if they were from Douma. They were usually quite 'different' such as leftovers of his victims, they would still be breathing and suffering in pain begging for you to save them from him only to be killed mercilessly by your hand. Never would you eat something so ugly and pitiful as the victims Douma brings you.
He stood to the side revealing the two small children. What was he thinking bringing children into the Infinity Castle!? Douma walked around to stand behind you placing his hands on your shoulders. "I know how much you wanted children in your old life but that became nearly impossible now that you're a demon." You grit your teeth at his words. "So I give you demon children! Even better they'll never grow old and they'll be by your side forever! That one is Gyutaro and the other one is Daki." He backs away and claps his hands together with a smile like he was so proud of his work.
You stare at the children; a boy with green and black hair, black dots on his face and a girl with white and green hair what a beauty. They were so small, and fragile, they had been through a lot. you could feel the motherly instinct bubbling inside, such a strange feeling for a demon. A demon feared by many has a soft spot for these two.
They were special you could feel it.
Sitting to your knees you slowly and gently open your arms in front of the children like you were trying to comfort a scared injured puppy. Gyutaro and Daki shared a look as if they were silently communicating to one another. Daki furrowed her brows the. let go of her brother and ran towards you embracing you in a tight hug and a beautiful smile on her face, you still froze not expecting it to be that easy but you smiled and hugged her back squeezing gently and closing your eyes. You ease up on her a bit but she didn't move, you open your eyes at Gyutaro and held a hand out to him too. He was still sceptical of you but slowly made his way and joined in the group hug.
You sighed and looked up at Douma silently thanking him for these two perfect gifts.
“Touching. May I start the reason I called you all here today.” Everyone froze. You whipped your head around and find Lord Muzan standing behind you.
“Forgive me Lord Muzan.” You let go of Daki and Gyutaro and bow before the demon lord. The siblings follow as well as the Kizuki. Muzan tilts your head up to look at him.
“I will let this slid once but next time I will have your head. Don’t let it happen again.”
“Yes Lord Muzan.” You try to mask your shaking voice as you stare into his red eyes.
“And those two better be of use to me or I will take all three of you out.” He pointed to Gyutaro and Daki. You promised him that it wouldn’t happen again and that you promise to raise these demons perfectly to his desire.
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