Because death exists life becomes brighter.

why, instead of looking forward to lunch, he went to school looking forward to seeing your face?

why was he now zoning out during volleyball practice at the thought of you?

why was it that when you came along, he suddenly fell asleep dreaming of you, instead of his next meal?

he couldn’t understand why you were suddenly overcoming him. you, who he’d barely just met. how could someone he met not even a year ago be suddenly more important to him than everything he’s been prioritizing all his life?

he couldn’t figure it out.

he couldn’t figure you out.

you’re a year under him. you’re in the yearbook club, because, according to you, your friends wanted to all be in the same club together. that day, though, you had come alone. you said you were there to photograph the volleyball club, and you were nice to him, really nice. he couldn’t help but stare at you a little as you hurried around, trying to get the best pictures. 

that day, you briefly mentioned really liking onigiri, and that you were craving some at the moment. apparently, hearing say that was all it took to make him fall for you.

again, really simple guy.

ever since that day, when he first laid eyes on you, osamu’s never been able to stop looking for you everywhere he is. seeing your face was now the thing he looked forward to the most, with the highlight of his day being your satisfied little smile after taking a bite out of an onigiri.

his little crush was slowly becoming not so little anymore, with his teammates quickly catching onto the younger twin’s new and powerful infatuation. 

they’d tease him sometimes during practice, with his brother occasionally making snide remarks on how “his serves were off, probably because his daydreaming about his cute little girlfriend” causing osamu to roll his eyes and tell atsumu to “shut up” as he shoves a ball towards his face.

whenever he found the time to do so, osamu would stop by wherever you were. one of these days he gave you an onigiri he’d made himself, mumbling something about overhearing you say you like them. you told him it was the best onigiri you’ve ever had, so he started making them for you whenever he could.

you’d started eating lunch together at least once a week, and he really couldn’t help but stare at you while you munched on your meal. for some reason, he always thought you looked the most beautiful while you ate. especially if it was him that prepared it for you.

it’s not like he’s a coward or something, he wants to confess to you. he really does. but he can’t help but be scared about how it’s going to affect his life.

his three main priorities, all overshadowed by a new one. 

he wasn’t sure he was ready for that, so he waited. he waited, and waited, and waited. until one day, it all became too much for him.

he hadn’t planned it, hadn’t prepared for this except for all the countless nights imagining this moment. well, he hoped he’d be able to muster up some poetic words from those sleepless nights, instead of making this an incredibly awkward and disturbing experience for the both of you.

“hey ‘samu!” you greeted him. he felt himself blush merely at the sound or your voice. he silently cursed himself for how pathetic he was being. he handed you the onigiri he had brought along for you today, while avoiding all the eye contact he would to ensure you wouldn’t see him blushing furiously.

“wait, actually!” you said as you shoved your hand down your bag, slowly bringing out a container, “i brought you onigiri, too!” you quickly handed him the food, looking quite sheepish, “i wanted to switch things up a bit, but honestly i don’t think they’re as good as yours. still though, i wanted to do something for you! to thank you for being so sweet to me.”

you giggled softly as you handed him the packed goods. you kept talking, rambling on about your day or random things you’ve had on your mind. he didn’t reply to you, didn’t say or do anything but listen to your voice, not really processing what you were saying. he couldn’t exactly form coherent thoughts right now. he just stared silently at the meal, then at you, then back at the meal. he repeated this action thoughtlessly for a while. well, not really thoughtlessly, his mind was currently rushing with many thoughts, so many he couldn’t decipher any of them, except for the breathtaking image of your face..

suddenly, he felt overcome by courage and impulsively said, “be my girlfrien’?”

that seemed to stop your rambling on its track. you opened and closed your mouth repeatedly, trying to find the words to reply, or maybe you were just too shocked to process what he’d just said.

“c-can you repeat that?” you stuttered, still too taken aback by his sudden confession.

osamu felt as if his heart was trying to race out of his chest at this very moment. he hitched his breath, opening his mouth as he prepared to repeat his question, to face your cruel rejection, when a loud voice suddenly boomed throughout the schoolyard.

“‘SAMUUUU!”

priority number three.

“yer’ running late for volleyball practice, ya idiot,” atsumu said, “hurry up or we’re makin’ ya do diving drills alone!” 

osamu seemed to cringe at his brother’s voice, silently cursing him for interrupting your conversation. he turned around to look at his brother, and when he looked back at you, he couldn’t help but feel as all the previous courage to confess quickly drifted out of his body. now, all he could do was silently pray you actually hadn't heard him correctly, but he knew that was wishful thinking.

“‘samu i-”

“i’ve gotta go,” he interrupted you before hearing your words of rejection. he turned around and walked off after his brother, turning back to look at you twice, both with an apologetic and awkward look on his face. 

you were left standing shellshocked, alone, in the middle of the schoolyard, wondering what the hell just happened. 

you debated the possibilities of having actually misheard him. maybe he was actually talking about his secret girlfriend, bea. or maybe he actually saw a bee. no, that seemed very unlikely. but, really, what were the chances of your long-time crush actually liking you back? highly improbable. you’d even go as far as to say it was impossible, if you hadn’t caught him staring at you for a second too long before. 

you weren’t about to confess to him, though. no way. you already felt incredibly lucky to have somehow managed to befriend osamu, destroying your friendship would kill you. you nervously nibbled on the onigiri you were currently holding, one he’d made for you today. your favorite flavor, too. it was sweet, how he remembered exactly how you felt about each flavor.

well, that thought made you even more anxious, as you had now started pacing around nervously, trying to decipher what you should do with your current situation.

meanwhile, osamu wasn’t having it much easier.

“jeez, ya really blew it out there, didn't cha?” his brother teased him.

“shut up,” he mumbled back in reply, “‘s not funny,”

“i think it is!” he laughed, “why didn’t ya ask her out sooner, though? i’m sure she woulda gone on a date with ya,” atsumu said. well, osamu doubted that, and he wasn’t exactly sure when his brother switched from being an asshole to actually trying to comfort him. though, osamu figured maybe he felt bad after being the one to interrupt. 

actually, scratch that. that doesn’t exactly sound like atsumu.

“‘m not sure about that,” osamu replied slowly.

“nah, i know it! she’s crazy for ya,” he said, as he put a hand on osamu’s shoulder and patted him comfortingly, “you’ll get it next time, just not durin’ practice time, yeah?”

then it seemed like the topic was immediately erased from his brother’s mind, because he then started rambling on about whatever it is happened to him, not adding a single word about what just happened. osamu only listened to him vaguely, occasionally nodding or humming in reply, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. mostly on whether or not his brother’s words rang true at all.

did you really like him back? well, he figured it wasn’t actually impossible, you do treat him differently as you do others. and you made onigiri for him today. you always laugh at his shitty jokes, too. and you said you thought his hair was cute once.

…yeah, maybe he should try confessing to you again.but he’d make sure to do it properly this time.

εïз┊u. wakatoshi

an uncomfortable groan fell from his lips as he rolled his shoulders. the two of you cuddled on his couch, watching your favorite show together. practice had been stressful on him recently, especially with such important competitions coming up. today was the only day you could convince him to not practice. "toshi?" you sat up, concern laced your soft voice. he shook his head, a small smile on his lips. "just sore, that's all honey." he placed a kiss on your forehead. you bit your lip as an idea popped in your head. "let me give you a massage." his eyes widened as heat made its way to his cheeks. "c'mon, it'll feel good" he sighed as you practically begged him. mumbles of agreement fell from his throat before tugging at the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over his head. his face felt hot, a stark contrast to the cold air on his now exposed torso. he laid down on the couch as you kneaded the muscles of his back, a satisfied sigh falling from his lips. "feel good?" he hummed, his body relaxing into your touch. although, his brows furrowed as he spoke. "it's not fair if i'm the only one feeling this good." his voice was deep as he shifted where he laid, his eyes dark, half-lidded. "take your shirt off honey..i'll make sure you're in the clouds by the time i'm done with you."

εïз┊k. tetsurou

he stretched his muscles before bending down into the hood of his car, music playing in the background through his speaker in the garage. sweat dripped down his bare chest as the hot summer heat invaded his garage. "tetsu?" you sweet voice made him raise his head, a smirk plaguing his lips. he watched as you realized his half-naked state, his shorts not leaving much to the imagination either. "why hello there beautiful," he grabbed you by your hip, pulling you close and placing a kiss on your lips. he watched as your eyes trailed down his body, all the way down to... "didn't think you'd be here so soon." his hand snaked up to cup your cheek, making you look at him as his eyes darkened. "oh," you hesitated. "i just wanted to see you." your eyes drifted down again, breath caught in your throat. he guided his hands down to your hips once more, slowly moving you to cage you in between him and his car. your eyes found his, half-lidded and filled with desire. his hands trailing up your shirt over your soft skin. "C'mon pretty girl, let's get this off you." he whispered, his lips brushing against yours.

εïз┊a. keiji

his jaw clenched as his arms raised in the air, puffs of white flour spreading on his black hoodie. he blew a stray hair from his vision before attempting to wipe some of the flour off, only to make it worse. he was trying to bake you something special before you came over that night, however, tonight was the night he figured out he was way better at cooking than baking. a sigh fell from his lips as he washed his hands, flicking the water into the sink before pulling his hoodie over his head. his sweatpants sagged on his hips as he walked to his bedroom, throwing the dirtied piece of clothing into his hamper. it wasn't long before he heard the squeak of his front door. "keiji~" your cheerful voice echoed through the small apartment. his eyes glanced at his watch, it was much later than he thought it was. you peaked your head into his room, a smile on your lips. "hey-" he turned towards you, his face instantly flushed. "woah," you stared at him in awe. "so this is what you've been keeping under those hoodies?" his eyes widened slightly as you walked over to him, slowly tracing your fingers along his abs. he looked everywhere but at you, his heart pounded against his chest. although, he couldn't say he didn't love your touch.

εïз┊m. osamu

you laid on your towel as the sand beneath you molded to the shape of you. today was the day where you and 'samu could finally relax with your old high school friends. So, what else to do than go to the beach and play volleyball together? your skin soaked up the sun in your swimsuit as the boys played their game, 'samu still changing in the beach's communal bathroom. it wasn't long before you heard his voice call out to his friends as he rushed over to them. he immediately caught your eye as your lips parted, propping yourself up on your elbows. your boyfriend, messy hair, shirtless, and his v-line very much visible made your face flush. you realized you'd never seen him so...exposed before and he hadn't seen you in the same way. you watched as he talked among his brother and friends, your heart racing in your chest at the sight of beads of sweat raced down his body. "what is it darlin? yer face is red." your breath hitched, eyes wide as you stared at him knelt down next to you. you didn't even realize he had come over to check on you before playing with the boys. his head tilted as you averted your eyes, realization of your expression. "hey," he spoke softly, using his finger to tilt your face towards him once more. "ya like me in a swimsuit that much?" a smirk grew on his lips, his eyes half-lidded and clouded over. "well, if we're bein' honest," he leaned in close his breath hot against your ear sending shivers down your spine. "darlin', i wanna rip this pretty suit o' yers right off ya," he placed a kiss on your ear, nipping at your earlobe. "t's not fair yer the only one that gets to see me without a shirt.."

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god help this shy boy. he's a total fumblefuck around you and he's awful at hiding it.

regardless of how hard he attempts to conceal it, he has a very expressive face. in more ways than one. if you take him by surprise it'll be written all over that cute little face of his.

at first, should you ever show unforeseen affection, i.e; kisses, hugs, etc. his eyes would get all big and he'd get all tense and pink.

unsure of how to properly convey his affection for you, he kind of just stands there until you finish the display first, which he's never proud of.

he wants to be able to show you how much he loves you, but he just can't bring himself to do it so early. it's not to say he doesn't want to, but he's simply stuck yearning, staring, wanting.

you're all his in the first place. the hard part's BEEN over. can't he just suck it up and act normal?

you, on the other hand, are rather amused by his silence. you knew where he stood on this, every erratic movement he made after the fact showed you exactly what he thought.

it was quite endearing to see him get quiet and flustered, but even moreso when you caught him staring longingly, sometimes even with a saccharine expression on his face.

that big goofy smile that went ear to ear just made you wanna pull him to you and pepper his face. but you knew to go easy on him.

however, once he's finally used to having you around, he's quite the cuddlebug.

one minute you could be sitting beside eachother in bed, the next he has his arms around you pulled into his chest.

it'd be an understatement to say he loved sleeping over with you, catching a stupid movie to make fun of all night, eating something sweet you made together and constantly referencing the movie until you fell asleep right where he thought you belonged, in his arms.

he's a heater, too. you really don't need a blanket. sometimes it gets TOO hot and you have to sacrifice the blanket, which in turn wakes him up, and that's a whole thing.

it's safe to say he'd make up any excuse to cling to your hip. once he's in, he's in for the whole ride. til' death do us part type shit.

he keeps you in bed all morning just cuddling up to you. really, he makes it hard to get up. with the way he sweet talks you, until he's practically wrestling you down onto the bed just for "another five minutes and then we can get up!"

he always goes back on his word on that one, though. 5 turns to 10. 10 turns to 15, and before you know it you've been in bed for another hour.

it's time well-spent at least. any time with him is time well spent.

he doesn't fall often, he falls hard.

a gentle lover, regardless of how big and scary people view him. he isn't all too great at expressing himself emotionally, nor his affection due to his shyness but he tries his very best all for you!

but he has no problem expressing how worried sick he is.

you're both demon slayers, same rank, same final selection, fully capable of defending yourself as well as him with one arm if needed.

and yet he wields the power to sicken himself half to death like no other. every time you're gone off on a mission and he simply can't be with you.

the moment you get back he's up on his feet prying about the mission, asking how it went, lots of "did you get hurt??" and "come lie down." before you're whisked away and practically held captive until he's sure you're unharmed.

he's protective in more ways than one, his jealousy often getting the better of him even if he's been assured countless times

he's almost too embarrassed to act on it, but his frustration exceeds his shame most of the time and he can't bite back his tongue much longer.

his rage isn't directed toward you, always the guy that had the tiniest chance of swooning you, in a different universe. maybe.

"..i don't like that guy." with a twitch in his expression and you already know what he's trying to get at.

"neither do i. you don't have anything to worry about, Genya."

he sighs, his shoulders dropping a little bit.

"..Come on." you bap his shoulder lightly, "you know as well as i do that i couldn't replace you. not for anything."

genya seems to have mixed opinions on that at first, his features softening when you reach out to hold his hand

"..i know." he murmurs, intertwining his fingers alongside yours, "it's stupid, sorry."

he can't ever seem to stay mad for long, though.

You thought he was cute until you saw the name on the back of his jersey…Miya. Of course. The boy you thought was cute just so happened to be the one your brother complained about the most. Sure he complained about his other teammates but none quite like how he complained about Atsumu. Why didn’t your brother ever warn you about how pretty he was though? Really this was his fault if you thought about it for long enough. 

It seems you weren’t the only one who had their eyes set on someone. Atsumu had seen you about halfway through the second set of the game. You looked so pretty in your black sweater, he wondered if you were taken. I mean surely you must be, you were far prettier than any other girl he had seen. The fact that you had a mask blocking the rest of your face be damned. You reminded him of Sakusa but surely that was all in his head. He needed to make sure he caught up with you once this match was over. He needed to get your number. 

Once you were done staring at the blonde, soon after realizing who he was, you pulled out your phone and started going through your emails. Sure enough work couldn’t leave you alone even on your day off. Sometimes you thought about quitting but then finding another job was just too much of a hassle. Soon enough the match ended, you walked down the stairs and to the entrance of the locker rooms. One flash of your ID to prove that you were Sakusa’s sister was enough for security to let you stand and wait for your brother. You leaned against the wall and replied to the messages from work. Mask still planted on your face, you scoffed at some of the questions they asked you. It’s almost like they weren’t adults that could come up with solutions to simple problems.

Your peace was disrupted by a certain blonde coming out of the locker room. He was confused to see the pretty girl waiting outside. He was in fact hopeful enough to think it was him you were waiting for. He wasn’t even going to question how you had gotten back there. He was much more interested in getting your number. He puts on his best smile and leans up next to you on the wall. “Well aren’t you a pretty thing,” he sends you a charming smile.

You’re so thankful for the mask because it hides the small blush on your cheeks. As you said, he was pretty. “Is there something you need?” You ask with a roll of your eyes, he might’ve been pretty but no way were you going to get with someone your brother would definitely not approve of. His approval was very important to you because you trusted his opinion. 

“I would love to have your-” he’s cut off by someone looming over him. He turns his head and sees none other than Sakusa. “Why hello Omi Omi, was there something you needed?” He still asks not to move from where he’s crowding you against the wall. 

“Yes. I need you to get away from my sister.” He glares daggers at Atsumu who is only just now putting two and two together. He looks between you two and notices the moles on your forehead that match your brother’s and how your current expression really reminds him of the ace. He grins sheepishly at you as he stands up. 

“You didn’t tell me you had such a cute sister Omi Omi!” Atsumu exclaims and tries to lay on the boy who just moves out of the way to watch him stumble over his feet to stand back up. Both you and Sakusa scoff at the comment. “Aww, Omi Omi! You don’t trust me to treat your sister nice? I’m hurt!” He grasps at his chest like he’s hurt and lets a pout settle on his lips. You can’t deny you find it quite cute. You let out a small laugh at his antics trying to cover it with a cough, unfortunately Atsumu and Sakusa heard it and both whip their heads to you. Atsumu seems to be spurred on by the action and gives you a smirk as he leans back over to you. Sakusa sends you a glare. 

“No. I don’t trust you with my sister. I would trust Bokuto with my sister before you. Now leave before I say you’re harassing her.” He crosses his arms and scowls. 

You lace your hands together in front of you, playing with your fingers with a sigh. “Are you sure Omi Omi? Why don’t I ask her?” Your head whips up with surprise. “Can I have your number cutie?” He practically purrs out. Part of you wants to say yes but the look your brother is giving you tells you to get rid of that part of you. 

“I’m fine Miya.” You turn to leave him standing there dumbfounded while Sakusa smiles and walks away with you. You know the two of you will be talking about this during the car ride back home. And sure enough once you’re buckled Sakusa gives you a knowing look.

“Miya? Really?” He knows you well and definitely saw your blush under your mask. You shake your head and put your face in your hands. “Out of anyone on the team, you chose Miya?” He doesn’t sound mad which is a relief, just shocked. He lets out a groan and sighs. “If you really like him then I guess I’m okay with it. But, I want you to tell me if he does anything.” He starts to drive away while you sit with your thoughts. 

“He’s pretty but…” you trail off quietly. “I think he may only chase me to get a rise out of you.” You admit solemnly and look out the window with a small frown playing on your face. Sakusa rolls his eyes with a scoff.

“You think Miya is stupid enough to pull that? He may be stupid but he’s not that dumb.” He lets out a small gag at the fact that he complimented Miya of all people. Let alone that he was basically talking the boy up to his sister. 

“So you would be fine if I got his number and went on a date with him?” You give him a hopeful look, a smile playing on your lips. Sakusa doesn’t miss the way that your eyes seem to light up at the prospect. He lets out a sigh and nods his head. 

“If you’re sure he’s what you want.”

“It’s just one date!” Sakusa refrains from rolling his eyes again as he pulls into the driveway. 

“Yeah, yeah. You have to ask him yourself, I’m staying out of it.” 

By the time of the next match you make sure to dress in an even nicer outfit. A simple black button up and sweater thrown over it. The sweater is special though, a custom made sweater with Atsumu’s number on it. You were a bit embarrassed to come home and find Sakusa holding the sweater in his hands after he had accidentally opened your mail. He shook his head and handed it to you, if you were different you wouldn’t have noticed his small smile but you had. And maybe you teased him about it a little bit, of course he denied every minute of it. 

After the game you’re once again waiting by the locker rooms, this time your mask is hanging off one ear as you scold one of your employees. Atsumu walks out as you finish the call, you give him a small smile and wave him over. He is more than surprised. He’s shell shocked at how much prettier you are now that he can see all of your face, let alone the fact that you’re calling him over after the display last time. He looks around not seeing Sakusa anywhere and approaches you with a smirk. “Long time no see pretty!” He hums out and takes in your outfit. 

His gaze falters when he notices your sweater, you give him a smirk of your own and cross your arms as you lean against the wall. “Question for you Miya.” He meets your eyes again and raises an eyebrow. “How would you like to go on a date with me?” You outwardly appear nonchalant but the blush on your face gives away your nerves. Atsumu gives you a gentle smile.

“You sure Omi Omi will be okay with it?”

“He was the one who encouraged me to ask.” Now that really shocked him. Did Sakusa really talk him up to you? He falters and the shock is evident on his face. You let out a quiet laugh which has his cheeks heating up. Why did your laugh have to be so cute?

“Really? Omi Omi? Are you sure you didn’t hallucinate?” 

“I’m sure, now are we going to go on a date or are you going to chicken out?” He stands up and offers you his arm. 

“Well, when you put it like that. Where would you like to go pretty?”

“I don’t know, how about dinner, pretty boy?” Oh yeah, you both could get used to this. And maybe, just maybe Sakusa had a small smile on his face as he watched the two of you walk out of the arena and towards Atsumu’s car. But that’s not something he’s ever going to admit to. 

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Gyomei Himejime

Gyomei would want to show his appreciation towards you

His sweet little wife who knew how much small things mattered to him

You who hated the hot summer sun but still took walks through nature with him

Ate meals with him during the humid nights

And even accompanied him to dinners with the Master and his wife

In a pretty dress that matched his Haori, that you told him you bought purely because it relieved you from the summer heat

But he was sure you were doing it because you knew how much it meant for him to have his wife walking around with a symbol of him on her

How could he not reward you for that

"She's nice and loud for me today isn't she" Gyomei whispers in your ear. The sound sends a pleasant shiver down your spine and straight to your cunt. Which was currently being stuffed by two of Gyomei's thick fingers. You could barely listen to the constant flow of praises your husband was slurring in your ears. Everything was just so hot. The air of your bedroom, his warm fingers curled inside of you, his breath on your neck. And the green dress that had gotten you into this situation was starting to feel suffocating in the best way possible. Gyomei was entranced at the way you pussy took his fingers all the way to his knuckles. You were so wet, he could hear and feel it, the juices starting to leak onto his pants. But he wouldn't complain. The only thing he loved more than rewarding you, was rewarding your pretty cunt. So he could let the stain slide. "You hear her talking Y/n, I think she likes being full...and you earned it for her" Gyomei grins. "Mmm, guess she should thank you, make you cum real good"

Giyuu Tomioka

Giyuu can't help himself when he sees you in it

He definitely hates the summer

There are so many things about it that annoy him

The sun is pestering, the mosquitoes are always out, and his hair frizzes in the humid climate

But there was one good thing about the summer

Seeing his wife in her favorite way to stay cool

Sundresses

His favorite is the one you wear that is decorated with intricate waves of water

It reminded him of his own breathing style...and the way he made you squirt on his tongue

"B-Baby you said- fuck" you groan as your husband dives back into your slit. Lapping at your pussy without tire, as if he hadn't been at it for nearly an hour and a half. He heard and understood what you were trying to say. He had told you if you squirted one more time he'd let up. And he'd said that at least 3 times so far, and he had a feeling he'd be saying it again soon. To be fair, you knew how Giyuu got when he was between your legs. The man was insatiable, he would eat at your clit until he knew for sure you couldn't handle cumming again. And it was such a glorious form of torture. Cumming over and over again on your husband's tongue, juices squirting from you to the point they were dripping all over his face and onto his shirt. And even when he pulled away, watching you twitch and shake. Rubbing along your clit to prolong your orgasm. And when he looked up at you, a pleading look in his eyes. You knew what he was gonna ask before he even asked it. But the plea still fell off his tongue. "Please, Mama, just one more"

Tengen Uzui

Tengen's excited when he sees you in that sundress

All his wives have one

Something blingy and out there so they could be comfortable during the summer

The fact that your dress matches his flashy personality definitely does something to him

But I feel like the easy access the dress provides turns him on even more

"And oh my god! Y/n you'll never believe this flower I saw on the way home, it was so pretty and pink and it had a yellow inside and...." you were nodding your head along to your wife, Suma's story, really trying your best to pay attention. But it was hard, especially right now. To everyone else in the room, It looked like you were just casually seated on Tengen's lap. One of his hands resting on your hip. But concealed underneath your dress, You were hugging Tengen's cock tight. Trying your best to ignore the way his tip kissed your cervix whenever you shuffled on his lap. Just to try to make this position comfortable. And sweet little Suma didn't notice a thing, too busy telling you stories of her day like she always did. You were even managing to comprehend some of it. Until Tengen started a slow grind of his hips up into yours that had you squeezing the flesh of your thigh to hold in a moan. But with the way Tengen was grinding into you, you couldn't hold them back for much longer. Suma saw the way your eyes crossed in pleasure, and her own filled with worry. As if sensing the distress, Makio and Hinatsur walk into the room. And when they catch the sight of you, pathetically grasping on Tengen's lap they can already guess what's happening. But Suma's not so quick to catch on. "Y/n are you okay?""You idiot, Lord Tengen's balls deep in her right now!""Don't call her an idiot, Y/n did a good job withstanding Lord Tengen's teasing, she could have fooled anyone of us!" And Tengen rolls his eyes at his wives arguing, grunting as he feels you clenching around him, extra wet from having all the room's attention. "You guys are no f-fun"

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi's a freak as always

Summer seemed to be the time when everyone had parties

Some people through family gatherings, others hosted dinner parties

No matter what type of party there was

You always got invited and Sanemi, when he wasn't working, had no choice but to accompany you

And he hated it

Well, most aspects of it

He liked the dresses you wore, especially when they were white.

Made you look so sexy when he had you bent over the bathroom counter when you were getting ready

Sanemi always finishes getting ready before you. He usually wasn't one to rush his wife but his irritation got the best of him and he stormed upstairs to the bathroom. And for once he was grateful for his irritation. He went upstairs,  knowing he’d probably have to drag you away from a mirror and out the door. But when he actually lays his eyes on you, staring at yourself in the mirror, he pauses. Eyes trailing down his wife’s body Like this..he could see the low cut of your dress, your boobs pressed up perfectly in the hold of the straps. Sanemi walked closer to you, his hands encircling your waist. Your hips were thick but his hands were bigger, squeezing at the flesh. “This….I like this” Sanemi smiles at you. You smile at first, until you feel his hands start to roam over your body and you let out a breathy moan, “O-Oh…you really like it” He pulls you back and now you can feel his cock growing hard in his pants, “I have a problem now” he tells you, “You gonna help me fix it Woman?” he asks and you groan as he starts to palm at your tits. “Baby, we’re going to be late for the- the party” You whimper out as he pulls your tits out of your dress, fingers tweaking at your nipples. Sanemi shakes his head, “I’ll be quick, promise I’ll be quick” And when his hands trail down to your pussy, touching you through the fabric of your dress you give in. You always give in to your husband. He was insatiable. “F-fine!” you say and as soon as you give him the green light, he’s quick to shuffle your dress up your hips. He doesn’t even bother to yank your panties down all the way before he’s unbuckling his pants, pulling them down just enough to pull his own cock out. “You need prepping Mama?” he asks you, though his tip was already waiting near your entrance and when you shake your head no he grins. "Good, I'll go slow, I know that cunt's too tight to take me all at once"

Shinobu Kocho

Shinobu's Insatiable

On hot days, Shinobu likes to swim in a lake near the butterfly mansion

The only thing she hated more than demons was being uncomfortable and hot

You weren't particularly fond of swimming

Opting to come out and leave Shinobu some snacks in case you got hungry

But every time you had come out today to give her a small snack, it felt like she was getting teased

Because you came out in a pretty little sundress, made out of the same fabric as her Haori

And it was driving her crazy

You were beyond embarrassed right now. There was such a weird feeling of vulnerability that surrounded this. Being spread out on the hot rocks of the lake's shore, pussy wet and visible for anybody walking by to see. Not that Shinobu cared about that anyway. Because if anybody did see you right now, they would definitely see her too. With her head right between your legs, making you scream out so loud you scared all the nearby birds out of the forest. Usually, she didn't do things as taboo as sucking your clit outside, but how could she resist when her wife looked so pretty in her sundress. Pussy wet as if she was waiting...begging for Shinobu to make her cum at some point today. So that's what she did. The insect Hashira made you hold your shaky legs up as she focused almost all of her attention on your clit until you were a quivering but satisfied mess. Reluctantly, after you gently pushed her head away she relinquished you, looking up at you with your slick still wet across her bottom lip. "I think I've had enough snacks for today love...you should let me return to my laps because If I see you out here again...you'll be sitting right back here"

Obanai Iguro

I think Obanai's immediate reaction would be to take you right where he saw you wearing a dress

And he saw nothing wrong in that

How the hell did you think he was just supposed to sit there and see you in that pretty black-and-white striped dress?

Ass so pretty and perked up like it always is

Backshots should have been expected as soon as you wandered back home from a long day of shopping, all dolled up in that damn dress.

"Where the hell have you been hiding this" Obanai gruffed and it always baffled you how he could talk so clearly when he was pounding the shit out of you. You didn't look like you did half an hour ago. Your painted lips were smeared and your dress had sinched up around to your waist to the point where your tits had flopped out the top and your ass was on full display. Allowing Obanai to watch himself disappear in and out of you. He had fucked you out already, only two rounds in. But it wasn't your fault. His backshots were always rough but these were borderline mean. Obanai was so deep you could barely think, hands squeezing the sheets of your bed. You whimpered when Obanai twisted his hand in your hair, pulling you closer to him. Your back arched, toes curling at the sensation of his cock fucking you at a new angle. "I asked you a question sweetheart" he whispered in your ear. "...It's not polite to ignore someone who has a guest inside"

Mitsuri Kanroji

Seeing you in a sundress modeled after her would flip a switch in her

Because of how busy her work keeps her, it was rare she got to come home

So on a warm summer morning, you decided to drop by the Butterfly mansion which she was visiting, to see her

And when she sees you walk up to her in that sundress, she's speechless

Because not only is it modeled after, white that faded into a pink and green ombre that matched her hair...but you look incredibly sexy in it as well

The dress hugged your hips tight, and your skin was sheened with a slight sweat

You looked divine, and everyone else at the mansion was thinking the same thing

And there was only one problem with that

She wasn't particularly fond of sharing

"M-Mitsuri please, people are going to hear us!" you speak, looking over at the girl who had her hand up your dress. She had dragged you into a nearby room, with no hint as to who was coming in at what time. Mitsuri swooped to lock your lips in a kiss, "That means they know you're definitely off the market" You moan as her hands trace circles over your clit, making you jump, "I'm your w-wife love, everyone knows I'm off the market!" you argue back, a slight stutter in your tone as her pace speeds up when she hears your words. "I didn't like the way they looked at you, my pretty girl" Miitsuri speaks and you sigh, turning to look at her. "If I let you do this will you feel better?" you ask and Mitsuri nods her head. And with a sigh, you relent, letting her trail over your body with complete freedom. "There you go pretty," Mitsuri says as your breath hitches at the feeling of her fingers dragging through your clit. "Make a lot of noise for me, let them hear how I make you feel".

Kyojuro Rengoku

Rengoku would short-circuit

Like Kyojuro knows how to control himself.

He likes to fuck you gentle and soft

Show his love for you with every thrust of his cock

But seeing you in a sundress in an attempt to escape the humid climate of Japan in the summertime

The fabric patterned with his flames matched the ones on the end of his Haori

The vision drives him over the edge

And he fucks you like a madman

It was usually you that lost count of how many orgasms you had during sex. But tonight, you and your husband had switched places. He couldn't count how many times he had and neither could you. All you knew was that you felt so full. This man stuffed you to the brim, begging and pleading in your ear every 10 minutes asking to cum inside you as if he hadn't already emptied his balls into you an obscene amount of times yet. But it was nice, a turn to see him like this. Using you for his own pleasure, getting himself off with you. It made you feel good, almost better than he was fucking you right now. As Kyojuro's thrusts into your cunt grew sloppier, and his pleads start up again. You smile weakly, giving him confirmation and moaning as you feel him paint your walls white, a whimper rolling off his tongue. "Thank you l-love, thank you" Kyojuro whines, his hips pumping up again. "I've got so much more to give you sweetheart, you look so pretty. I need to fill you up again"

★This was another request! A little less detailed than usual but I think it's still pretty good! Sorry for any spelling mistakes, hope you enjoyed!!!★

After a night fighting with a stubborn demon that had injured you below your chest, you assured the kakushi that was assigned to your help how you were able to walk to the estate. They fought with you, nonetheless, but were convinced to help you at least walk while resting upon them for support, by the time you were walking up the stairs your legs were feeling weaker and weaker with each step taken.

Shinobu was talking with the water hashira when your silhouette appeared on her view field. Trying to act as if nothing had happened to you, you straightened back up; in an attempt to greet them, your grip on the kakushi vanished and your legs finally gave in, tripping in front of Giyuu and, if it wasn’t by his fast reflexes, you almost hit the floor.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hey, you guys! So good to see you, how've you been?” your voice asked, dragging words and feeling dizzy you hang into the man's arms that now were holding you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm so sorry!” the kakushi was quick to say, bowing before trying to take you back. “She has a deep cut in her left side, has been losing blood and didn’t want to be carried, we could've been here already hours ago.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “My legs work just fine.” you defended yourself quickly.

Giyuu's eyes moved from the slight embarrassed helper back to your face, blue orbs examined the tired traits and the small cuts on your skin.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Here, Tomioka, allow us to take her to a bed.” Shinobu talked, making the motion of move you from his grip, but the hashira was faster to take you in arms and walk to the community room.

A small complaint sound came from you by the sudden move. Your eyes tried to focus on the man and a weak smile met his gaze when he was laying you down with such care and caution, as if the most delicate of things he was handling.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm sorry,” a hoarsely murmur you said, he frowned confused. “You got stained.” your hand pointed to Giyuu's uniform.

His eyes looked down at him first and then back at you, shaking his head a little bit. “I'll wash it off, worry about yourself first.”

The water hashira stayed for a bit while the healers helped you out, first he made sure that you were okay before leaving the estate once you were finally asleep knowing there were very capable hands taking care of you.

If you weren't half gone and also didn’t know any better, such interactions could've been interpreted in different tones, but it was Giyuu we're talking about, right? There couldn't be second intentions in his actions. You've known him since a couple of years now after becoming a hashira yourself, you knew he was the most reserved out of all in the group and it was hard to read him, but you'd try time and time again until you were able to know more about him.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Tomioka!” you called him when his presence was noticed, walking to him, weeks after the encounter at the butterfly estate, completely heal. Now you were in the Ubuyashiki estate waiting for the meeting to start. Ocean colored eyes met yours. “Udon and onigiris.”

Your hands extended a piece of cloth tied up at the very top so it would be easier to carry, inside there were two containers with the mentioned food.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I brought everyone home-made food,” you pointed behind with your head, referring to the other hashira. Everyone had theirs in their hands. Giyuu took the food in his own hands, you move closer to whisper in his ear. “I didn’t get them any onigiris, though. If they ask, don't say it was me.”

You turned back to keep talking to the love hashira after smiling at him, you may never know it, but Giyuu's ears got red by the action. His eyes looked down to the well wrapped food and a tiny smile appeared in his face before walking to his place when the master's voice called for attention, turning his expression back to serious.

If he was to be honest, the way you treat him made the water hashira feel good. He had that feeling of warmth in his chest when you always greeted him with a smile, even if he didn't reciprocate the expression. His face usually felt a bit warm when he hears you laugh at something he just said, his mind would think about you when you get send to missions, would you be okay alone? If you needed back up, would you send for him? Or for another hashira you trusted more? Would it be disrespectful if he followed you in case you needed help? He questioned always meeting his own scolding: You're a hashira for a reason, you're able to deal with anything alone. But nothing could shake his worries away.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What is it?” you asked after seeing a tiny box being left on your side of the table at lunch, days after.

The water hashira took again his chopsticks in his dominant hand. “Open it.” he pointed with the wood sticks.

Your hands were obedient to what he said, undoing swiftly the ribbon, you took the superior part of the box. Your gaze was met with a pastry, the same type of pastry you would get when a mission was set at the south from your location.

At first, you were confuse on how he knew about it, but then you remembered going on a mission trip with him to the south and talking about this place that made the best pastries, how you always bought at least one when traveling near and if your memory wasn't betraying you: you did take him there in the way back after being victorious. Your eyes sparkled with excitement and moved to him, you were met with an expectant Giyuu trying to get a good look at your expression for the gift he just got from last night's mission.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Thank you, Tomioka...” a big smile started to form in your face, feeling the same getting warmer. “I'm... This is– thank you, truly.” your mouth couldn’t make what you wanted to say, but he understood nonetheless with just the 'thank you's'.

You were sure he was hiding a smile with a big portion of noodles in his mouth.

There was this unspoken connection you two had that was getting stronger with each interaction and it was clear to the most attentive hashira in the group (so, everyone, but Sanemi, Obanai and Giyuu himself apparently), the first one to clearly approach you about it was the love hashira, a full-blown interrogation was made by Mitsuri to only you. She had intercepted you one day after training and pulled you aside to talk and made all the questions her mind could think of.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Since when are Tomioka and you so close? Have you already went out together? When did you finally realize he liked you? How did it happen? Did you tell him or did he tell you? Can I be your maid of honor?” where all asked on one breath, making you feel dizzy.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What are you talking about, Mitsuri?” furrowed eyebrows painted your face. “We're just friends... I think we're friends.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Please, I know you well enough and I've seen how Tomioka acts to connect dots.” her arms crossed on her chest, your eyes stayed on hers, blinking a little bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Wait... Oh my gods... You haven't told him you like him!?” she screamed in a whisper, making you shush her, your head moved saying no. “Then what are all those glances and stuff and and why is Tomioka looking happier than usual?”

You shrugged, slightly timid. “He may like someone, but I don’t really think it's me.”

Kanroji looked at you pouting before sighing, tired. “I need to do something about this.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “No, wait, you don't have to do anything.” you were so quick to intervene, shaking your head. “It's okay, Mitsuri, if he doesn't like me back then I'll have to move on.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Fine... whatever.” she took a breath in and after a big smile appeared on her face. “Want to go take lunch? Because I'm starving.” she changed the subject, tangling her arm with yours and walking while you laugh a little bit, amused by your friend.

After lunch, another session of training and one of gossips with Kanroji, you left her estate almost late at night making your way to yours with a lantern on your hand to see the way.

Close to the gates of your so called home, your wrist was grabbed. In a quick move you had slammed the foreign body on one of the walls, Giyuu showed a sly smirk when you recognized him and loosened your grip.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Didn't I tell you doing that type of things was a bad idea, Giyuu?” you asked, forcing your smile to stay unshown.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Did you?” his head tilted to one side, taking advantage of your distraction he turned the position the other way now making you be the one against the wall. His face got close to yours. “All that with one hand, I think it's impressive.”

One of his own hands took the lantern you were holding and left it on the floor next to you two. Under both the moonlight and the fire on the candle, his eyes looked darker than usual, but somehow you could distinguish that funny brightness you discovered he had when the relationship between the two started.

Both your arms rested on his shoulders and pull him as close as possible.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Well, I don’t know if you know, but I'm a hashira.” in a jokingly way was said, his eyebrows raised a little bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Are you now?” he asked the same way, making you nod. “Must be my lucky day, then, I've been looking for one beautiful hashira that it's said to live around here.”

His hands now met your waist, you smiled. “Yeah? I've heard she has a boyfriend, the water hashira guy.” your fingers were playing with a couple of dark locks.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I think I can take her from that guy, he doesn't seem too strong to me.” a small slap on his shoulder was your initial answer.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “If you keep saying things like that I will send you home, Tomioka, we talked about it.” you warned, serious enough for him to giggle a little bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Sorry, darling, you left it in silver platter.” he purred for a second, his lips brushed against yours for a second before stopping and look you in the eyes again. “Did you tell Mitsuri anything?”

You blinked surprised at the question, how did he know that the love hashira questioned about the relationship between the two of you? You were sure you were alone, or at least too nervous to notice him hide and listen.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Nope, she said she wanted to do something about it, but I stopped her.” you answered, he nodded. “How long do you think we can keep this a secret?”

In his throat, a sound of vibration was made as a thinking expression. “Maybe a couple more months, they think we just became close friends.”

You giggled back. “They don't think that, have you seen how Tengen is–.”

— Against all odds, Kanae survived her fight against Upper Moon Two. She won’t be returning to her duties as a hashira, choosing to retire and stay behind in the butterfly mansion to tend to wounded and sick slayers instead.

— Sanemi, along everyone else in the corps, is very surprised and glad that Kanae survived. Everyone is doing their best to speed up her recovery and make sure that she heals well, so that she can return to her new work.

— Your boyfriend was one of the most helpful people who helped her. He helps Shinobu carry heavier boxes of medicine or medical devices, or take over Kanae’s nightshifts and patrol the area of the butterfly mansion.

— Your thoughts started spiralling after Sanemi continued to leave your bed at night. Kanae is so much more beautiful than you in addition to her strength. She’s so swift and powerful, she managed to fight Upper Moon Two AND live to tell the tale. With her help, the corps could study the attack patterns and try to work on a solution to defeat the powerful demon.

— You know that Sanemi is just trying to be helpful, but you can’t help but feel incredible jealousy. He never did this for any other hashira before, so why is he doing this for Kanae only? Does he like her more than he lets on?

— Sanemi noticed that you’ve gotten more quiet lately and even sometimes get upset when he leaves to go help Shinobu out or to go patrol the butterfly mansion. He kinds feels worried for you, but is pushing those thoughts away. He’s probably just too worried.

— But one night, after Sanemi returned from his patrol, he found you still awake in the kitchen.

“What are ya doing? Why aren’t you in bed? Are you alright?”

— Sanemi then was taken back what you asked him next. What? You seriously think he likes Kanae more than you?

— He feels terrible for making you feel this way. He just wanted to be helpful and make Kanae’s recovery just a little easier. Besides, the hashira share the patrolling shifts amongst each other. It just so happens that some hashira are out on missions, so Sanemi decided to take it on himself to take over their turns as well.

— He tries to explain himself the best he can, and you can tell how panicked he actually is. Sanemi is trying really hard to convince you of the truth: He loves you, and only you. And he’s trying to become a more helpful and make sure his friend recovers well, but he didn’t realise he never fully explained to you what he was doing in the middle of the night. Sanemi just got up and dipped.

— Poor Sanemi is not screaming or yelling, he’s stuttering and waving his hands around, trying to explain why he is leaving in the middle of the night. He suggested that you can come join him, like a little patrolling-date!

— At the same time, you’re trying to explain your own insecurities and why you thought this way. You both were apologising to each other at the same time for things you two overlooked or understood wrong.

— Sanemi is relieved to sleep in the same bed as you after this little communication fix-up. He holds you close and plants soft kisses all along your neck and shoulder, whispering quiet apologies and reassurances. Sanemi loves you more than the world, and he wants to desperately show it to you.

“I love you, I love you so damn much…”

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

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