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thinking about fem!nicho who is so obsessed with your ass that she can't focus on anything else. the way your hips sway as you walk in front of her, bending over to grab whatever object that fell, or when you're asleep and you turn around facing away from her. the covers slip off, and you're only wearing your underwear and a t-shirt, ass on full view for her to admire.

fem!nicho spots you in the bathroom, leaning over the sink as you rinse out the toothpaste from your mouth. of course, you're still wearing that small shirt and thin strip of panties that do everything but cover you.

she can't stop herself from grabbing you, groping you as she leaves small kisses along your shoulder. grinding her hips into yours as she continues to knead along the curves of your ass. your breathing picks up when her hand travels up towards your chest, fondling your breast while the other keeps your hips pressed against hers.

"fuck," she curses in your ear when she feels how wet you are for her. she turns your face toward her, catching your lips in a deep kiss while her hand travels down between your legs.

she rubs agonizing circles, hips twitching every time her fingers rub against that sweet spot. your moans muffled by her mouth pulling into a teasing smirk. grabbing you by the jaw, she faces you towards the mirror as she yanks off the thin piece of cloth. two fingers shove inside you, ripping a gasp out of you as she pumps them in and out.

hand reaching her wrist, a wordless plea for more. fem!nicho bites her lip, shoving in a third finger, eliciting an obscene moan from you at how stretched out you are. her fingers are so deep inside you and curved right in that specific sweet spot, reeling at how fast she was fucking you with her thick fingers.

fem!nicho bends you over the sink, your ass and pussy in full view for her to see the wetness drip from your cunt. she crouches, tongue licking your juices, which leaves you a moaning, whimpering mess. your legs can barely hold you up anymore as they shake.

she feels you grinding down on her hand, asking for more, and fem!nicho can only think about how much of a greedy slut you are. she pushes her fingers in deeper, holding you by the jaw once more. her face is right next to yours as your hazy eyes gaze into the mirror. she whispers pure filth in your ear.

your whines are getting higher and faster, and it isn't long before you reach your breaking point, climax washing over you as a series of gasps and broken sounds leave you. you go limp in her hold, eyes unfocused as she continues to finger you throughout.

fem!nicho lays a kiss on your temple, your cheek, finally your lips, praising you for how much of a good girl you are for her. 𖹭

You'd lost track of Zenitsu. Cursing to yourself, you look around and try to listen for any sign of him while you continue traversing this labyrinth. You weren't supposed to be here.

You were supposed to be at home, tending to the house and the garden and the kids and whatever the hell else a 'happy wife' was supposed to do. You were supposed to marry that son of a bitch and get to relax for once in your life.

This isn't what you wanted to do! You didn't want to be a demon slayer, but you did it to make the people around you happy, and look where it's landed you. Working, day in and day out, in pain, straining yourself, doing good for others so that they could live the life you want.

You wouldn't have to if that jackass hadn't up and disappeared that night.

Kaigaku

You halt, shoes scraping along the floor. There's not a sound to be heard, which is alarming in its own sense, but you'd thought you heard something... Glancing around as you tense your muscles in anticipation of resuming your previous movement, the sounds of distant fighting and fiendish screams of countless, weak foes is still absent. But you press on.

He was arrogant, haughty, narcissistic, and every other synonym that intertwined itself with its ilk and all meant the same, obvious, redundant thing. That bastard. And yet, even through all of it, you just couldn't stop butting heads with him. You thought it was because you hated him, and how he treated others, and it was, for a time.

But then you grew older, and the attention he gave you changed. Meaner, harsher, more chock full of lies about your character to the people around you. No one believed him, and very few found his defamation of the woman who many considered more a man than he to be entertaining, but he never stopped. Just kept spouting awful things about you.

It all came to a halt when you'd found him out in those woods.

You were supposed to be training, and he never showed, so you'd taken it upon yourself to retrieve him. You found him in that same stupid spot as always. He'd been especially aggravating the past few days, so as he lounged in the sun, smugly enjoying it's warmth as if the rays shined down for him alone...you threw a rock at him.

Gods was he angry. He was furious. He shouted as he advanced on you, getting in your face and jabbing harshly at your chest, trying to knock you down a peg, both physically and metaphorically. The things he says about you don't usually affect you, but he seemed exceptionally eager to dig the knife in further today.

"Who do you think you are?! Coming to me," a jab. "Interrupting me," a push. "Inconveniencing me." a shove. "You should be using that snarky little mouth of yours for something useful, pleasing the men of this pathetic town like the whore you are."

You shove him back, and he sneers. "Me, a whore?! Gee, that accusation is rich coming from you! But I guess a whore would know one when they see em huh?" A push, met with a growl. "You chase the women who pass through this shithole like a stray does a bone, thrown out as garbage, but the most flesh you'll ever get," a jab, whereafter he clutched your wrist and yanked your hand away from his body. "You're a dog, Kaigaku. Wagging your tongue at women, barking at men, and never using those teeth you always threaten to bite-"

You can still feel it. So vividly. He'd kissed you, yanking you in by your wrist and holding you captive with an arm around your waist. Rough, possessive, his tongue invading your mouth, where your own met his with just as much vigor. You yanked your wrist free of his hold and ran your fingers through his hair, dragging you nails against his skin and pulling the hair at the base of his neck and pulling, biting for his bottom lip when he hissed.

He got you back, and he was much more forceful. Scraping his teeth over your neck as his hands yanked your clothes undone. Tight groping of your flesh, your breasts his mouths next target. He sure does like to use those teeth...

Not that you mind. The sharp pain in your flesh is soothed by the tongue laving across it, lapping at your nipple before sucking it into his mouth, pulling it with his lips. You release his hair as he releases your breast, gasping at his mouth rushing further down, and the pleasure following the river of kisses left behind.

He paws at your robes, searching then yanking with his eyes shut, telling you to follow. You fall to your knees, though they don't bash against the ground with how he grabs your thighs as you near it, pressing you to his body. That tongue finds your breasts again, the other now, and suckles and bites, pushing his forehead against you in a silent order. You nod, eyes closed, enjoying the feelings he gives you.

He lays you down and diverts his attention to your legs, hand behind your knee and lifting it as he bends down to it. They're light but impactful, his kisses that travel far up your thigh, all the way until where he pushes a final barrier of clothing keeping you from him. His eyes are so bright, there's a look in them you can't name, though you try as his lips creep ever closer to your-

That usual smugness returns just before he veers off course, his brows furrowing and lips smirking as he bites, hard, into the fat of your inner thigh. You gasp, a quiet 'oh, you bitch!' knit within the breath of pleasure. His clothes are shed before you hear the end of that telltale triumphant laugh.

It felt so good, so...right. It wasn't slow or soft or 'loving' in the fairytale sense, but gods it was good. The way he fucked you was more rewarding than anything you'd gained from training had ever felt. He was rough, intense, intent on being deeper inside you than you've ever explored yourself. You'd long since forgotten that you came here to bring him back to training, but you were aware of how far away from the village you were, letting your moans escape with no efforts made to contain them.

"Fuck...I've dreamed of putting you in your place like this," you slam you palm on his chest before digging your nails into his shoulder in a half-assed show of anger at his words. "Your place...on my cock...under me, above me," his thrusts grow faster and plunge deeper. "Your hands, your lips, your tight cunt...All of you for me." The moans jumping from your lips soon turn to whimpers and whines, begging him to-

"Cum inside, Kaigaku please, fuck, I want it inside me..."

And he did, but not before torturing your clit to the point you couldn't control the shaking in your legs that you locked tight behind his back.

You shake your head. You're mad, furious, hotter than hell with rage that he left. That wasn't the end of it, no, there was much, much more than that. You'd proposed the idea of marriage to him, cheekily telling him you'd be out if his hair in training because you'd 'finally settle in as an obedient wife', and he'd chuckled so lowly you could feel it vibrate in his chest as he pressed against you, cock hard and close, and told you he wanted you anything but obedient.

You wanted to stop training. You were tired of it, you didn't want to be a savior like everyone expects the demon slayers to be. You grip the handle of your sword and grit your teeth, you want him out of your head, you need to focus. It probably isn't the best idea in a castle filled with countless dangerous demons of immeasurable magnitude, but you scream out a string of expletives.

"I thought that was you~"

You freeze. It can't be. He can't be-

"I'm here, aren't you happy to see me?" His voice brushes your ear, hot and alive. You're thrown off your guard, you must be, because he senses your next move, and is front of you before you could swing back at him, hand gripping your blade.

"Oh, is that any way to treat the man you married?"

Those eyes...they're not his, but you can tell from just a glance that those are the eyes that have stared down at you countless times, seen you bruised, bloody, patched up, freshly washed, laid completely bare for only one man to see... And those lips. Tho they pull back to reveal sharp, elongated canines of a stark, 'new' white...those are still the lips you'd shouted to, berated when they insulted you, kissed when you'd want to silence him, felt paint every part of your skin.

"Kaigaku..."

"Hey babe" the greeting was familiar and caused your heart to race. Your face must betray your guise of composure, because he pushes further. Leaning your sword away to step closer to you, in such a familiar display, you can feel him. His hand traveling from his side to your back, pulling you even closer.

"(Y/n)...what are you doing here?" Your throat squeaks out a startled 'huh?...' at hearing that voice speak your name again. You can feel it happening. Your eyes beginning to burn, your throat beginning to tighten, your chest beginning to heave as you take in air to keep from crying. "Didn't you want to be done with this? Being a demon slayer wasn't for you, you wanted out." He chuckles,"Oh, but you didn't want to disappoint the old man, did you? You needed a way out." His head tilts, his lips pout. "And I was gonna give it to you."

You hear it, that...tone in his voice, the way it deepens, lingering on that word, 'give'. You could've had a good life, safe at home, a stupid, arrogant, ass of a husband to welcome home every day, because he would blow off his job as a demon slayer and stay here to 'valiantly' protect you, a life of little lies to get to have what you both wanted. Each other...

But he. Left.

"You left me there." His lips fall from their pout to a disappointed frown at your push back. "You wanted me to yourself? A nice little wife at home, warming your bed?" That stupid, familiar smirk returns and he cocks his head, looking down his nose at you. "I woulda done it, you know I would've. I'd stay there, waiting for you to get home so you could complain about all the idiots you encountered and I'd let you fuck that aggravation out on me." His brow lowers only a hair, and you know you're getting to him. Your confident, 'bratty' willingness to be submissive to him always conveyed your love for him more than the typical words ever did.

"But you...you left me there! You let it happen!" You shove him with as much force as you can, and he stumbles back, arm no longer around your waist, hand no longer nonchalantly holding the blade you held. The blade made to kill things like him. "You let it in, you let them die! You ruined that man's life!" He sneers, shaking his hand and flinging off the blood from the minor wound your sword had made.

"And you ruined mine. You took our life with you."

A presence nearby grabs your attention. Kaigaku's gaze on you tells you that he hasn't noticed it yet. You could call it to you, or...

You could leave him for it.

"Zenitsu!"

You're beside the boy in an instant, ready to tell him to brace himself for something to come. If the look on Kaigaku's face in the split second you stalled before going to the boy was any indication of the battle to come,

Zenitsu was going to need every ounce of hatred he held for him, and he'll need yours too