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♥︎ "having fun without me?" (various characters x reader)

cw/s: 18+, afab!reader, exhibitionism, voyeurism, degradation, slight fingering and cunnilingus, etc.

He catches you in the midst of your shaky fingers pumping in-and-out your wet, gaping cunt. Engulfed in hazy pleasure and nearing your climax, you remain unaware of his rigid, looming, and painfully horny presence by the doorway to your room. Your door was stupidly left agape when you hopped into your bed, hastily stripping yourself bare to relieve the heat within you.

Your moans reach a higher octave, and your depraved sounds mix harmoniously with the sweet slick of your fingers gliding inside your clenching walls.

He's silent and doesn't move an inch, but the throbbing member in his tented pants, alongside his dilated pupils and salivating mouth, attest to his insatiable craving to replace your fingers with his cock.

His mouth falls open and he feels himself dryly swallow at the sight of your arched back and exposed cunt gushing out warm liquid that he wants to scoop up with his tongue. You reach your orgasm, and you unconsciously — embarrassingly — moan his name, making him step towards you with a renewed fervor.

"Is this show all for me, dumb slut?"

You gasp at the sound of his voice, lamely bringing your thighs together as you wrap your arms around your perky, pretty breasts.

"When—when did you get here?"

Your pathetic inquiry ends in a quiet whimper as he pushes you flat on your back on the damp sheets of your bed.

"You did this on purpose, huh — leavin' the door open and touching your pretty pussy, knowing that I'm coming over?"

Your desperate attempt at an explanation gets stuck in your throat as he renders you speechless with a hungered kiss on your lips. You hiccup due to the slight sting of his teeth nibbling on you bottom lip.

"It's okay," he spreads your legs wider than how you had them positioned earlier. "I'll forgive you in one condition."

You thrash faintly when he drags the pad of his thumb up your folds, staying on your enlarged clit to teasingly rub circles. He dips his ring finger in your gaping cunt, shuddering when he sees that his digit is now painted with your juices.

"You ain't gonna touch this pretty pussy without my permission ever again, got it?"

Your reponse comes in the form of a pleasured yelp, too distracted by the meticulous movements of his rough fingers on your poor pussy. You really didn't intend for him to catch you in the act — the mere thought of him coming over your house sent pulses of uncontrollable lust throughout your body, after all.

Regardless, you don't complain as he lowers himself between your legs, flicking your clit with his tongue.

This is going to be a long night.

FUSHIGURO TOJI, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Sukuna, Suna Rintaro, Tsukishima Kei, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Gyutaro, Tengen Uzui, Haganezuka Hotaru

[13rurururi]

Snippet of a scene from @13rurururi's adorable fic:

At this point, the two men are in a whole new dimension, exchanging stories about their married life. Kotetsu once again begrudgingly thanks the heavens for allowing Haganezuka to be passionate about something other than swords, but he feels himself sink onto the table as he thinks, "There are two of them now..."

[13rurururi]

♡ミ Married Life with Husband! Haganezuka Hotaru (Haganezuka x Reader SFW)

featuring six moments that will make you fall in love with him all over again

Pairing: Haganezuka Hotaru x Female!Reader

Content: SFW (but there's one suggestive line), fluff, domestic life, etc.

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA is a surprisingly doting lover who is never ashamed to let the world know about your love-filled union.

"My wife—"

At Hotaru's 16th use of the word 'wife,' Kotetsu begins to feel his thoughts blur into anything but the unending spew of Haganezuka's wife-related stories. The young boy feels grateful that the hard-headed smith found a life partner; however, Kotetsu's patience is falling short, and he definitely does not want to know about your 10-month anniversary dinner.

Kotetsu feels a brief sigh of relief against his mask when Kanamori strolls inside the quiet teahouse. "Ah, Haganezuka-san and Kotetsu-shounen!"

Kotetsu sees Haganezuka swivel his head to face his younger colleague, and without missing a beat, he uses 'wife' for the 17th time in that very hour.

"My wife's birthday is coming up. She keeps telling me not to get her anything, but I'll be damned if I don't." Haganezuka regards Kanamori with a short nod.

"Oh, my En-chan says the same! Regardless, I'll gift her at least a bouquet of flowers. Just this other day, I came home to give her a—"

At this point, the two men were in a whole new dimension, exchanging stories about their married life. Kotetsu once again begrudgingly thanks the heavens for allowing Haganezuka to be passionate about something other than swords, but he feels himself sink onto the table as he thinks,

"There are two of them now..."

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA never fails to come home to you with a gift in hand, letting you know that you are always on his mind, no matter how hectic the forge gets.

"Here," he firmly places a haphazardly wrapped present on your palms. Your body jolts at the sudden weight on your arms, and you blink up at him in curiosity. "Open it."

"Hotaru," you cutely drawl out the last syllable of his name with a pout, shaking your head at your husband's stubbornness. Your lover is a gift-giver; after all, he is a maker of many marvelous blades and trinkets. In the earlier months of your relationship, he would court you with handmade jewelry, even if you bashfully tried to tell him that you'd appreciate even just simple quality time.

Lightly blushing from the adorable glint in your eye, he repeats himself, "Open it." You do just that, and you find yourself faintly gasp in wonder at a welded flower with the most intricate design he's done yet. It's made entirely out of shiny steel, reflecting your mesmerized expression on the metallic petals as you softly caressed the pattern on the leaves.

"Flowers die too quickly," he purses his lips — a mannerism he does whenever he feels shy — and turns his body to the side. "This one should last forever."

At a loss for words, you opt to kiss him meaningfully on his his blushing cheek. "I love it."

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA is still as stubborn as ever. He sometimes overworks his muscles until they are cramped and tense, so you — his beloved — offer to alleviate his pains with a soothing massage. He loves it.

You see Haganezuka roll his shoulders for the 5th time that morning. The crinkle of his brows seems to furrow deeper in silent aggravation.

Silently sighing, you embrace him from behind, letting your palms press firmly on his broad shoulders. This makes him groan in a mix of pain and relief, confirming that he is under discomfort.

"You never tell me when you're hurting," your breath is against his back, and you continue to massage his hard muscles.

"It's nothing that'll drag me away from smithing." His prideful quip makes you lightly slap his shoulder in annoyance, and it only makes him bark out a chuckle.

"Let me take care of you, okay?" You tip his head towards yours and bat your eyes in an attempt to persuade him. "Let's get you to bed."

Hotaru merely huffs as his lips form a suggestive smirk. "Fine, but you know I'd want to take care of you, too, my love."

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA will never want to prolong your arguments and misunderstandings. He may be a prideful and headstrong man, but he acknowledges your side and your feelings, even if a little begrudgingly.

The moment your husband raises his voice at you, you turn away and head to a separate room, urging yourself to regain composure as you blink away your tears.

You're aware that he doesn't mean any harm with his gruff shouts — it's more of a habit he developed due to his social ineptitude — but you can get caught up in a flurry of petty disagreements and feel saddened by his misdirected rage.

Knock, knock, knock.

You hear knuckles softly knock on the thin wooden door of your shared bedroom. Muttering a soft 'come in,' you wipe the residual tears from your face while Hotaru stalks towards you and joins you on your Western-style bed.

"I'm sorry," he exhales through his nose as he hesitantly wraps an arm around you. To his relief, you completed the embrace and snuggled close to his chest. "You're right. I shouldn't have gotten so angry at the vendor, even if he did look at you for far too long—"

"Hotaru," you cut him off in a scolding tone. "Having you beside me is enough to ward off any danger."

You gaze deeply into each others' eyes. "Just stay by my side, and we'll be fine." You softly kiss his parted lips.

Hotaru only sighs one more time. "Okay."

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA is protective, and his concern for your safety is immeasurable and genuine. He'll cease his work and come join you if you wish to go somewhere during the evening. You'll never feel lonely with him as your lover.

"Where are you heading?"

You feel yourself faintly jump at the sound of your husband's voice. You gaze at him as he shifts from his usual spot in the forge, a half-finished katana laying behind him.

He's been engulfed in his craft for the past 3 hours, staying completely silent and diligently focused on smithing; you simply didn't expect him to do anything else for the next few hours.

"I just want to walk outside for a while," you begin to open the sliding door to exit, but your movements are ceased when you see Haganezuka fully stand up from his station and walk towards you.

"Darling, you still have a sword to finish—"

"It's nearly nighttime. Don't be stupid." You try to protest but he stays rooted by your side. "I'm not leaving you alone."

With a bemused huff, you find yourself smile at the bulky masked man walking next to you.

You definitely feel much safer with Hotaru.

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA never leaves your home or sleeps without telling you he loves you. He shows it through his actions, but he regards the simple words as devoted declarations he will never forget to remind you of.

Haganezuka rises from slumber before the sun even fully peaks through the valley. It's part of his dedication to his duties as a swordsmith — the only downside is how he barely gets to spend slow mornings with you.

After firmly wrapping his scarf over his head, he stares at your sleeping figure behind his Hyottoko mask, and he feels nothing but rampant swirls of adoration and love.

He sits down next to you, his weight causing you to stir in your sleep. Lifting his battered and calloused palm towards your cheek, he caresses you softly with a smile behind his mask.

"I love you, and I cannot imagine a world without you." He adjusts his mask and kisses your forehead. "I love you."

Before he can entirely leave the bed, he feels your gentle grip tug on his arm. He looks at your smiling, half-asleep face as you whisper,

"I love you, too, Hotaru." You beckon him for another kiss, and he dips down to do just that.

At that moment, Haganezuka was certain — there won't ever be a life where you wouldn't be reborn as each others' lovers. He swears in his heart that he shall always be yours, as long as you allow him to be.

a/n: I miss Haganezuka a lot. Have some domestic fluff of him! Reblogs and comments are much appreciated! ☆

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♥︎ "he can never be mine" (gojo satoru x reader)

A heartbroken Gojo uses you as a rebound after he loses his one and only best friend. It's supposed to be a meaningless night for him, but it means the world to you — even if it hurts like hell.

pairing/s: Gojo Satoru x Female!Reader, implied Gojo Satoru x Geto Suguru (SatoSugu)

cw/s: 18+, rebound relationships, one-sided love, friends with benefits (but you're developing feelings), sexual themes, fingering, penatrative sex, angst, etc.

You let Gojo use you as a rebound.

You heard about what happened with his best friend — his proclaimed one and only — and how Geto Suguru is now a Curse User sentenced to death.

You heard about Gojo confronting the fallen sorcerer in the busy streets of Shinjuku, yelling in unrestrained rage and desperation at a man who has already chosen his resolve.

And, just an hour ago, you heard Gojo's defeated voice — raspy, exhausted, and cracking — through the speaker of your phone. He called you so suddenly, yet you picked up a little too quickly. Satoru only spat out one sentence before static took over your brain,

"I need you."

He doesn't need you — at least, not in the way you want him to. However, you couldn't resist the lump of hurt encapsulated in his voice, and you relent with a resurfacing weakness that only the strongest man can elicit from you.

"...Okay, I'm home right now."

Now, you're letting Gojo use you.

You barely register the rigidness of his tall build in the doorway, for he already hastily crashes his soft lips onto yours. He's quivering, but you don't say anything, and you simply let him corner you on the wall of your apartment, pinning your body with the strength expected from him.

You try not to let your mind wander. You try to shut down any bubbling insecurity, hurt, and any emotion resembling the horrible curse of love. It's futile, and you let your body be carried to your living room couch while your head spins in simmering confusion and potent pleasure.

You love Satoru. You have loved him for quite some time now. However, you're certain he doesn't feel the same.

After all, it's Geto that he loves.

Unfortunately, Geto isn't here right now, and Satoru turns to you the moment he can no longer reach his beloved Suguru.

Gojo unlatches the buttons of your pants, pulling them down your ankles with his swift, deft hands. Despite the thin barrier of your undergarments, he messily runs his long digits on the apex of your legs, making you jolt and subconsciously whine for more.

His tinted glasses are askew on his flawless, symmetrical face, and he uses his free hand to fully get rid of the protective accessory, revealing blue eyes swimming with depravity and depths of untampered heartbreak.

He presses his weight against your body, pushing you into the mountain of pillows on your soft couch. Your mouth is intruded by his tongue, and your senses are entirely numbed by his overwhelmingly masculine scent. With that, your living room slowly starts to fill with quickened huffs of breath and short whines.

You're well aware that he's using you for your body and that you are only an appreciated distraction who should be grateful that the oh-so-powerful and handsome Gojo chose to bed you. After all, he has an entire entourage flocking him at every corner. Everyone wants a taste of the tall, well-built, and unbelievably gorgeous man. He can have anyone he wants.

Even as he runs his wide palms across your stomach while he discards all your clothing until you're left vulnerable and bare, the hurricane of doubt continues to wreck havoc in your mind; it tells you again and again:

'Satoru doesn't want you the way you want him. You're not Geto — you will never be his Suguru.'

You feel tiny clumps of tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes, but you quickly blink them away in fear of being detected by the ever-so-perceptive sorcerer. To distract yourself from your painful thoughts, you unbotton the white-haired man's uniform, and you soon palm your hands over his muscular abdomen to ground yourself.

You think he doesn't notice the conflict pooling in your eyes.

He does.

He notices each pained hiccup disguised as a quick intake of air. He notices the shakiness of your fingers that struggle to touch him with vigor. He notices the downward curl of your lips that you try to mask with a half-hearted grin.

He notices everything about you, and he can perceive the entirety of your disposition with a single fleeting glance. He thinks it's not because he's extensively attentive and caring towards you — no, it's because he's Gojo Satoru, and his eyes are too sharp to miss anything.

He abruptly pauses his ministrations and peers at you with a blank expression. You return his heavy gaze with your own bemused one, wordlessly prompting him to say if something's wrong.

Gojo thinks back to the first time he met you — cheery, shy, and kind. He deemed you as his favorite underclassman before you decided to separate yourself from the bloody world of Jujutsu Sorcery. He recalls the sweets you frequently gifted him: tiny chocolates, mochi, sugary drinks, and decadent cakes.

He'd tease your bashful face as you outstretched your arm to offer him a snack, and Gojo looks back at such memories with fondness.

Unfortunately, Gojo also remembers flippantly bragging about your gifts to Suguru, telling his best friend that he isn't entirely hated by the student population and that he's actually pleasant and agreeable.

His mind is filled with memories of Suguru's exasperated face and playful nudges. His thoughts stray to youthful moments and banter, and even if you are in his dearest memories, they are only memorable because Suguru was in them too.

Fuck.

"I can't do this to you..."

Gojo trails off, pushing himself off of your body sprawled nakedly on the couch. Simultaneously, you are met with cool air and embarrassment, and you curl yourself into a ball as you urge yourself not to cry.

"Did I—did I do something wrong?"

Your small, shaky voice — which greatly contrasts the sweet confidence Gojo attributed you with — made the blue-eyed sorcerer run his hands through his shaggy locks in frustration and bubbling guilt.

He chokes out in an uncharacteristic infuriation that you've never sensed from him before, "No," he shakes his head and covers his eyes with a tense palm. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Then, why—"

"I don't love you."

You feel your heart shrivel in excruciating pain at the harshly straightforward declaration. This is the painful rejection you felt coming the moment you saw how Gojo and Geto looked at each other, talked to each other, and touched each other.

From the very beginning, you were fighting a losing game, yet your heart is too stupid to fully eradicate your affections for the man standing before you.

"I know," you are unable to resist the tears that start to freely flow down your cheeks. "I know I'm not who you're in love with."

You try to make yourself appear more certain, even if the words that you mutter feel like acid on your tongue. "I know what I got myself into when I agreed to this, and I don't mind." Liar, liar, liar — it hurts like hell; your chest feels like it has become an empty cavity that is void of anything but excruciating hurt.

"I know you love Geto. I know he's the only one for you," you exhale a shuddered breath as you desperately attempt to keep your gaze on the strikingly magnificent blues of Gojo's eyes.

"Damn it, Gojo. Just use me all you want," your voice unconsciously rises in frustration and incomprehensible pain. "Just fuck me."

Gojo's unmoving figure shifts so subtly that you nearly miss it. Despite the tall man's pride for letting himself appear unfazed and unreadable, you knew he felt guilt — he's the strongest, but he's still human, and based on the growing tent in his pants, you know guilt isn't the only thing he feels at the moment.

You repeat yourself with all the composure you can muster, "Just...fuck me."

The tense man towering over your bare body releases a final grunt of exasperation before he gives in and lets his body decide for him. Gojo decides that — since you're so persistent — he'll throw away his hesitance for the time being. Your sudden display of boldness made him hard, and you want it anyway, so he'll let you take accountability for the uncomfortably throbbing member in his pants.

'Just for tonight,' he thinks. 'This won't mean anything.'

As if you read his thoughts, you tell him with faux conviction, "This won't mean anything." Your eyes are dilated, not once shying away from Gojo's immensely bright ones. You find yourself on your back once more, helplessly caged between the muscled arms of the strongest sorcerer.

"Good," he mindlessly replies, as if to convince himself — or even both of you — that no long-lasting damage will occur once he takes you in such a detached manner. Gojo dives in for a kiss, and it's not the least bit gentle. He ravishes you with barely any restraint, dragging his tongue across the cavity of your gaping mouth and biting your lip until it's throbbing and red.

Your moans instantaneously permeate the air, getting louder the closer Gojo's fingers trail towards where you need him most. When he rests his palm on your lower stomach, you note how his hands feel firm yet oddly gentle, as if there was a thin barrier that prevented him from fully touching you.

'Is he using Infinity?'

Before you can comprehend the implications of Gojo's guarded nature, your entire body shakes when you feel a sudden warmth on your folds. His fingers are precise — prodding and curling inside your gummy walls as his thumb rubs circles around the hood of your clit, as if to tease you.

Your warm cunt squeezes two of his digits so tightly that Gojo groans in anticipation for what you'll feel like around his cock. Despite the nature of your arrangement, he still has the decency to properly prepare you for his girth.

He pumps his fingers into you feverishly, and his thumb finally graces your throbbing clit, flicking and rubbing in a consistent and mind-numbing tempo. His other hand spreads your thights further apart, and his bright eyes are veiled with lust once your pretty, wet pussy is fully exposed for him to see.

"God, you're so gorgeous..."

Shyness envelopes you; however, anxious thoughts linger at the back of your mind, tormenting you with the fact that Gojo will never see you as more than a good fuck. Thankfully, a harsh bite to your perky nipple sends you back to the present, and you whine lowly while Gojo circles his tongue around your breasts like a starved man.

"You ready for it, pretty girl?"

His voice is low and sultry, devoid of his usual cheeriness, and it only makes you shudder and squirm. "Please, I want it. I want you."

You want all of him, but you know you can't have him; you decide, for tonight, you'll be fine with just his cock inside you. After all, you can't have his heart.

Gojo spares you from prolonged teasing, for he is too impatient to wait until he can fully sheath himself inside your warmth. Hooking your tense legs around his waist, he aligns his tented pants to your bare pussy. With unrivaled efficiency, he unzips his trousers and pulls down his boxers, revealing a cock so pretty that it makes you drool.

He grazes his thumb over his cockhead, moaning lowly as he spreads a bead of precum over his tip. You're entirely entranced — after all, Gojo is simply drop-dead gorgeous. It takes you all your mental strength to push away your inhibitions and tighten your legs around his waist.

"Put it in," you whimper as you palm his well-defined chest, desperate for anything and everything that is Gojo. You'll take what you are given, no matter how little he can offer.

"This," Gojo huffs as his cheeks redden in anticipation. "This doesn't mean anything, alright?"

Your heart aches, but — at the moment — your pussy aches much more, so you resort to pulling him closer to you, his tip now kissing your folds, as you lie through your teeth,

"We're just going to fuck, and it'll be nothing more than that."

Gojo releases a shuddered exhale and shakes his head before finally pushing himself in. Your body curls as heat spreads through your veins. He is being painfully slow with putting it in, but you appreciate being given time to adjust to his lengthy and thick cock.

You moan in unison once he's buried to the hilt. This time, he doesn't even wait a few seconds before slamming his hips into your pelvis like a feral animal.

Your body jolts upward with each stroke, making your breasts bounce so sexily; Satoru couldn't resist wholly engulfing your perky mound with his salivating mouth, nipping and sucking as if he were insatiable. His other hand finds itself on your clit, pinching it so suddenly, making you scream in immeasurable pleasure.

His entire form exudes absolute strength; there is truly no doubt about it. Being overpowered by his mere presence makes your entire body shake and arch in all the right places. It seems that Gojo is fully aware of his effect on you, for he intently gazes deep into your eyes with his magnificently blue ones.

The intimacy of such a gesture makes you moan, and you feel unwanted thoughts etch across your mind once again.

'Don't look at me like that, or I'll fall in love with you even more,' it's the only coherent thought bubbling in your mind, for you are quickly approaching your release.

Gojo removes himself from your breast and opts to peer down at your connecting bodies. He marvels at how your slit stretches to accommodate his cock, and he feels himself twitch at how you obediently take him like his own personal slut. He releases a dry laugh at how terribly he treated you just moments prior. He always has been a blunt and disrespectful person. That's what Suguru always told him.

Suguru.

He growls in frustration to shake away thoughts that feature his best friend, and his apparent infuriation results in a quicker and stronger pace that leaves you silently screaming.

Thrust.

Gojo misses Suguru so fucking much.

Thrust.

His mere strength isn't enough to save him.

Thrust.

He doesn't want to be saved, after all.

Thrust.

It's all his fault—

"Satoru!"

The spiral of Gojo's distressing thoughts comes to a halt, for your yelp of pleasure helps him regain his focus. You reach your climax, and your lips are parted as you make small, sensual noises of contentment.

Your expression is overtaken by bliss as your body faintly tremors from your high. The mere sight of you is enough to make Gojo stagger in his movements. With a shaky breath, he fully burries himself in your heat, and he fills you to the brim with strong spurts of his hot cum.

His grip on your waist loosens as his cock softens inside you. Slowly pulling himself away from you, he sighs at your mixed fluids dripping from your gaping hole. Before Gojo can stand to his full height, he feels your hand gently tug at his wrist.

"Won't you stay?"

You're too spent to even think of the repercussions of your question. Drunk in pleasure, you forget how you told Satoru with certainty that no attachments will form after this night — this horrid, heart-wrenching yet unforgettable night.

To your disappointment, he gently shakes off your grip as he takes a few steps away from you on the couch, closer to the exit of your apartment.

"No," he keeps his cool while he dresses himself with his discarded clothing on the floor. "I still have missions to do."

"...Oh," your dejected sigh hangs in the air, and the piercing sadness returns to fill your lungs.

'This won't mean anything,' you painfully recall your untruthful assertion. Your body may feel tired and sore, but your heart continues to mercilessly etch sorrow onto your soul.

You turn away from Gojo, hoping that he won't notice your glossy eyes and silent hiccups. You don't see him stare at your back with a hidden melancholy behind a practiced poker face. You don't see him frustratingly run his hands through his hair, cursing at himself silently.

You don't see him take a hesitant half-step towards you before taking two steps away.

All you hear is an uncharacteristically quiet 'goodbye' before the sound of your apartment door opening and closing fills your home.

"Fuck," you cry to yourself. "I'm so fucking pathetic."

You curl into a ball, a messy heap atop your ruined cushions, and you cry to yourself under the luminous moonlight.

Gojo Satoru will never want you — love you — the way you want him to.

You will never be in his heart.

Someone else is already in it, after all.

a/n: I made myself feel depressed with this one. If you want, I might make a second part (maybe a happy ending can be possible for you and Gojo). For now, enjoy the angst. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated! ☆

[13rurururi]

He piqued my interest when I realized he shares the same voice actor as Oikawa from Haikyuu (who I had been dreadfully obsessed with, and I spent all my money on his merch). His voice caught my attention first, but it's really his complex character that made me fall for him. Now, I spend my money on Haganezuka's merch (even if they're so difficult to find).

In the 7th episode of KNY season 3, he went from someone who only served as comedic relief to a man who showed his pure devotion to his craft — his passion truly is admirable (and hot). Reading his extra story in the book also made me fall for him even further, since — even if he doesn't show it — he's proud to be Tanjiro's smith, and he'll gladly sacrifice his well-being for the sake of doing his part in the war against demons.

I love him, for real.

Storytime Sharing: What was the exact moment that made you fall in love with Haganezuka?

I'm genuinely curious. You can reply in detail or just a gif if you want. I'll go first:

This was actually the first episode of Demon Slayer I ever watched, too, by complete accident so he really left an impression on me and I had never laughed so hard xD

[13rurururi]

Scariest moment of "I'm Your Lover" by @13rurururi

Thank you so much for letting me draw for you T_T

The crow intently looks at Haganezuka, making the man feel an eerie shiver of dread run up his spine. The crow then opens its beak to deliver a message that makes Hotaru drop his pen in sheer horror, “The Hashira — your betrothed — is in critical condition after protecting a town from powerful demons.”

Please read the fic here or else you are missing out:

[13rurururi]

Modern era featuring Haganezuka's descendant/reincarnation who works as a mechanic:

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Closer look:

I was inspired to draw these by @13rurururi's headcanon about a Modern Era! Haganezuka x Reader!!! This is a reference to the line in which the reader isn't a fan of how he treats the Kamado boy. Be sure to check out the post!

Drawing references:

Running forward

Tanjiro and Haganezuka

[13rurururi]

☆ "kiss me 'til i'm numb" (various characters x reader)

content: 18+, AFAB!reader, sub!reader, blowjobs, PDA, etc.

He's addicted to your lips; he can't help himself, you know? They're just so plush, sultry, and look even more gorgeous coated with a sheen of his spit. You're left gaping in submission as he runs his thick digits inside and all over your mouth, occasionally gagging you with the length of his fingers.

"I'm preparing you for my cock," he'll devilishly tease you with a lascivious glint in his eyes.

He's merciless, even if you're out in public. He'll suddenly grip your shoulders and angle your mouth on his, languidly pressing his plump lips on yours. Sometimes, he even bites, making you embarrassed as you stutter out a choked moan. He doesn't care if people judge you or glare at you — at least they know who you belong to.

Once you're within the privacy of your abode, he'll push you on the ground, forcing your knees to carry your weight as he places his tense thighs on either side of your trembling figure.

"Open up, baby," he teases you as you feel yourself salivate at the sight of his tented boxers. Letting his member spring free — erect, hard, and dripping with precum — he grabs your chin with calloused fingers, running his thumb along your jaw.

"Maybe if you can take me whole and swallow my cum, I'd think about giving your cunt some attention, too." You respond in a muffled whine as he pushes his cockhead through your wet lips.

"What are you waiting for? Suck."

Fushiguro Toji, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Sukuna, Gyutaro, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Haganezuka Hotaru, Sekido, Kuroo Tetsuro, Miya Atsumu, Tsukishima Kei, Sakusa Kiyoomi

[13rurururi]

Modern Era! Haganezuka x Reader — wherein you are a regular customer of your local, easy-to-anger mechanic, and your constant visits to him make you initially dislike him (and how he treats the Kamado boy). It's a mutual feeling, you assume, since he seems to hold a grudge against you for wrecking something in your car at least twice a month.

However, your impressions towards him shift when you come to his shop for a broken heater, and you stubbornly ignore the snowstorm warning — lo and behold, you're now stuck in a stuffy car maintenance shop with your hot-tempered enemy.

You have no choice but to make do with the situation; only 24 hours left, and it'll be safe for you to leave this awkward hellhole — unfortunately, it's much more difficult when you have to deal with the unbelievably (hot and handsome) temperamental Haganezuka;

but, hey,

he's not as bad as you thought.

It's also too cold to not at least convince him to share his warmth with you, right?

— (I've been thinking about [eventually smutty] forced proximity, enemies to lovers Haganezuka x Reader.

I am in a chokehold.)

(If this gets enough attention, I might make it into my first-ever long/multi-chapter fanfic. Bear with me, I'm still craving for modern au! Haganezuka. ☆)

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♥︎ "my boyfriend is a two-faced liar" (geto suguru x reader)

To an outsider, Suguru seems like the most gentle and doting boyfriend. Little do they know, he's quite the rough brat-tamer behind closed doors, and you're left to handle his harsh punishments like the good girl you are.

pairing: Geto Suguru x Female! Reader

cw/s: 18+, degradation, dirty talk, pussy slapping, vaginal sex, fingering, mirror sex, suguru is possessive, dom! suguru, sub! reader, cockwarming, nicknames (princess & baby), etc.

a/n: everyone is aged-up

Suguru is the sweetest boyfriend.

You are merrily walking side-by-side in the boisterous streets of Shibuya. Bashfully, he gingerly clasps his hand on yours, keeping you snuggled right beside him. He treats you to your favorite meals and buys you numerous gifts in your beloved date spots — cafés, parks, and shopping malls — all the while taking pictures of your giddy, smiling face.

He nuzzles his face on the crown of your head and softly kisses your cheeks 'til they're blushing red. He offers you his jacket when you feel cold, and he laughs heartily at how it loosely drapes around your adorable figure.

When the sun prepares to set, he walks you home, letting you blabber and giggle about anything on your mind. He's a good listener, and you feel truly loved by your dearest Suguru.

As you near your house, however, the softness of his eyes gradually dissipates into a darkening stare. You feel yourself shrink under the intensity of his perusal, and your words falter until it's silent. You're at the entrance of your home, and Suguru doesn't bid you goodbye; instead, he towers over your figure, firmly grabbing your waist under his jacket that flutters around your frame.

He doesn't bid you goodbye — instead, he hoists you up his shoulder and brings you to your bedroom without uttering a word.

After all, Suguru is a two-faced bastard.

Now, as you limply flail over his broad shoulder, he mercilessly trails his cold fingers up-and-down your inner thighs, purposefully ghosting a thumb over your aching pool of arousal.

"You think you can just flirt with anyone like a whore, huh?" With his harshly spat words came a whine-inducing slap on your ass, eliciting a broken whimper from your parted lips. He carries you with ease, as if you weighed nothing to his well-trained, muscular form. Without missing a beat, Suguru pins you down on your bed, nearly burying you in your thick duvet.

"I wasn't flirting! He—he asked me for directions, that's all—" Your attempt at explaining yourself to your agitated lover is interrupted by two thick fingers shoved into your mouth, making you uncontrollably salivate on Suguru's rough digits.

"You could've ignored him, but you talked to him like a slut desperate to get all her holes stuffed full," he berates you in a deep rumble, keeping his fingers in your gurgling mouth despite your desperate effort to move his burly arm. On instinct, you feel your jaw clamp down on your boyfriend's fingers, making him faintly yelp at the prick of your teeth on his skin.

Realizing what you have done, you gape at Suguru with a frantic look in your widened eyes. "Suguru, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

Rip!

The resounding tear of your dress envelops the room, and you feel goosebumps travel across your bare skin — both from the cool air and the sharp, lust-filled glower of your boyfriend's eyes.

Geto takes a step away from the bed, taking a moment to admire your depraved, squirming figure. You didn't wear any underwear; after all, he had requested (borderline demanded) you to do so, and who are you to deny your sweet, sweet lover?

Feeling a vulnerable coolness prick at your bare skin, you cross your legs together as you clumsily try to shield your perky nipples with Suguru's jacket that you're still sporting. Geto dives back into your bed, his sudden weight causing you to lightly jump and jiggle in all the right places.

Fuck, he's getting so hard. He'd usually succumb to your sensual whimpers, but his pretty girl needs to pay for her mistakes. He releases a huff of air through his nostrils as he latches his palms onto your bare midriff, repositioning you to sit on his lap with your back against his sculpted chest.

Spreading your legs in a torturously slow manner, you feel his lips subtly move against your ear as he gravelly mutters, "You know who you belong to, right?"

Your whimper is cut short by him twisting his figure to directly face both your bodies towards a full-length mirror near your bedside table. Such a mirror is an essential prop to multiple cute couple selfies you make Suguru take with you.

You recall taking a romantic picture with him just this morning prior to your date. In the photo, you were carelessly leaning on his well-defined chest while Suguru snaked a strong arm around your waist — both of your faces were alight in joy and evident infatuation for one another. It's your favorite portrait taken with him yet.

Now, as you tearily gaze at your wet, bare cunt spread wide open by your supposedly gentle lover's calloused fingers, you realize that your innocent mirror may soon become tainted by your boyfriend's darker desires. You have no time to ponder further, for Suguru hastily buries two digits deep into your squelching pussy.

Instantaneously, your moans begin to penetrate the sex-filled air, urging Suguru to move his digits quicker. His motions are fluid, precise, and merciless as he manages to hit the spot that makes you arch your body in pure bliss.

Grabbing your chin with one hand, he forces your gaze back to your sinful caricature in the mirror. He relentlessly pumps his fingers in-and-out of your tight hole, coating your slit and sensitive clit with a thin sheen of your wetness.

"My slut — you're my slut, my pretty little cumdump," he gruffly mutters from behind you as he suddenly ceases his ministrations, entirely removing his coated digits from inside you.

The abrupt loss of stimulation made you wiggle on his lap, begging for relief in a shrill, blissed-out voice. "Suguru, please touch me!"

The last intonation of your desperate plea is unconsciously relayed in a scream when Geto roughly brings his palm down on your sobbing pussy, slapping you into a flutter of pain and hedonism.

"Nngh! Mmh!" You're left with no ounce of coherence as Suguru continuously strikes your sensitive pussy lips in a consistent and devilishly harmonious tempo. Your euphoric melody accompanies each slap, slap, slap perfectly — together, you compose a depraved symphony that Suguru regards as his favorite tune.

Soon, Suguru grows satisfied with your obscene reflection on the now-corrupted looking glass. He nudges your limp head to urge you to see, and you can't help but lightly twitch in building arousal at your state: your legs are wide open and limp across your boyfriend's lap; your pussy is fully exposed, revealing a mess of reddish skin and glistening cum; finally, you look at your lover's face on the reflection — the lustful haze is yet to clear, and you know he still has plans for you.

"Think you deserve my cock now, baby?"

The dark undertone of his usually calm voice makes you swallow your anxious anticipation. Tilting your head to face him, you gingerly peck his cheek in an unspoken submission; and you stare into his eyes with a look you know makes him relent and tirelessly please you all night.

"Can I please have your cock, Suguru?"

Blinking your eyes in innocent seduction, you drag your fingers across his clothed chest, trailing down to unbutton his dress shirt. You stop your movements right above your boyfriend's throbbing member, unlatching the buttons of his pants, which makes Suguru shakily sigh in short-lived relief.

"Please, Suguru?"

With a low groan, Suguru maneuvers your frame to face him, sitting you down on his erect cock. He makes you shed off your remaining garments — his jacket — and gives you the illusion of control as he sits back and watches you remove his clothes with clammy fingers.

Your fleeting sense of boldness disperses into air once the two of you are entirely bare. Your sudden shyness makes Suguru chuckle at you mockingly, and he runs his rough palms from your hips to your breasts, toying with your pert nipples by pinching them with his thumb and index finger.

You instinctively rub your body against his in response, yearning to be wholly engulfed by his warmth. Seeing you so desperate in your lewd display, Suguru decides to give you just that.

"Then take all of it, princess."

Wrapping his hands around your arched waist, he hovers your sopping cunt right above his fully-erect cock, and as if you were his ragdoll to play with, he brings you down on his entire length without an ounce of warning.

An explosion of sensual moans, breaths, and the beat of skin-on-skin permeates your bedroom. You ground yourself by latching your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his loose man-bun. You occasionally tug his locks, and such an action makes him release a short, pitched moan that only heightens your excitement.

Suguru watches your connecting bodies with dilated pupils, his movements slowly becoming sloppier with your gradual approach to release.

"You're fucking sucking me in, baby," his breathy words of humiliation make you subconsciously squeeze his length even more. "You're so damn cock-hungry for me, huh? Only for me, right?"

You rapidly nod to appease your boyfriend, for you feel as if you have been stripped of all sense due to the overflowing pulse of pleasure coursing through your veins. Geto's cock stuffs you full with each thrust, and his ruddy head manages to hit your g-spot each time. Your warm walls twitch when his cock leaves you, only to cry out in a painful stretch when he enters you in the next beat.

You feel Suguru's fingers slip from your waist — either due to a layer of sweat or his approaching climax — and you press your lips together to muffle a particularly loud whine when he circles a finger on your bulging clit. The combined actions of your surprisingly impatient lover accelerate your build-up to release. Then, suddenly—

"Suguru!" Your shrill yelp of pleasure indicates the arrival of your climax, and it was romantically simultaneous with Suguru's own release. Your vision blurs and is momentarily overtaken by a bright light before you regain consciousness once again.

Panting and grunting faintly, he sits you down on his half-hardened length. To your surprised contentment, he brings you closer to him as he fully embraces your limp and sensitive frame, sensually kissing your forehead.

You still need to get used to Suguru's abrupt switches from a sweet and loving boyfriend to a domineering bastard that leaves you fucked senseless, and vice versa.

Regardless, you embrace him as well, and you hum in hazy satisfaction when he rubs gentle circles on your lower back. You know you'll spend the rest of the evening cock-warming him as he listens to your hushed stories. If you're lucky, you may get him to share some of his tales, as well.

In the end, your boyfriend Suguru truly is a two-faced bastard; however, your exciting days of eruptive pleasure always end in tender kisses and embraces.

"I love you," he whispers in your ear, and it feels like the universe silences itself to make way for his meaningful declaration.

Truly, you wouldn't want it any other way.

a/n: Here I am once again with Suguru brainrot. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one — he's such a complex character, you know? Reblogs and notes would be appreciated! ☆

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Comic: Steel Hashira Haganezuka Hotaru

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Afterword: I haven't been able to get this idea out of my head ever since I drew this on a whim the other day:

I feel like Haganezuka as a Demon Slayer would practice what he preaches as a swordsmith and never be the one to break his sword and thus has the right to give anyone else shit about it xD

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Continuation of the one with Kuina (I am working on the Haganezuka comic)

A 'What-If' situation where Kuina is the one monitoring the Final Selection with Kiriya instead of Kanata.

Based on:

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☆ミ "you're not leaving this bed" (various characters x reader)

cw/s: 18+, suggestive content, edging, teasing, etc.

a/n: all characters are aged up

It's a slow Sunday morning, and all he wants is to keep his arms wrapped around your soundly sleeping figure. The curtains do little to shield your bodies from the bright sun, leading to a warmth that should prompt your boyfriend to untangle himself from you — he won't, and you undoubtedly wake up in a weak effort to shake him off.

"Aw, don't want me anymore, baby?"

You feel the smirk on his lips pressed against your nape, making you shiver despite the morning heat. For a moment, he lets you go; but before you could get up from your shared bed, he abruptly grabs both of your wrists with one hand, pinning you firmly onto the soft mattress.

"What's the rush, pretty?"

For the next few hours, he'll have you helplessly spread on the sheets — kissing, nipping, licking every crevice of your body. He revels at each gasp and twitch he can elicit from you, and you are rendered immobile by the strong grasp of his wide palms and the weight of his legs toppled onto yours.

Beg all you want for any sort of relief, and he'll only prolong his torturously slow kisses even further, chuckling at the growing wet spot on the cloth beneath the apex of your legs.

"I'll take my time with you, alright? Be good and take it."

gojo satoru, geto suguru, sukuna, fushiguro toji, tengen uzui, urogi, karaku, gyutaro, haganezuka hotaru, oikawa tooru, miya atsumu, tsukishima kei, kuroo tetsuro, matsukawa issei, hanamaki takahiro

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I’m Your Lover: Haganezuka Hotaru x Reader (SFW One Shot)

in which Haganezuka thinks he lost the love of his life

Pairing: Haganezuka Hotaru x Female! Reader

Content: angst, hurt/comfort, you have an argument with Hotaru, near-death experiences, etc.

Synopsis: Seeing your long-term lover, Haganezuka, battered and bloodied — with gashes etched across his body — filled you with overwhelming dread. Unfortunately, the ever-stubborn swordsmith upholds his craft over his own health, and you exchange heated words neither of you truly mean. Hotaru thinks you overreacted, and he believes his fresh cuts and wounds aren’t worth an ounce of worry; that is, until he saw you in the same state — on the brink of death.

The pain from a wounded heart is shared with one’s true love.

Your night is sleepless and engulfed in excruciating dread. Pacing within the quiet gardens of the Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters, you try to steer your attention away from your pounding heart by listening to the crinkling leaves below the soles of your feet.

It was a futile attempt, for you inevitably return to the spiral of paranoia clouding your mind.

“The Swordsmith Village is under attack!”

You remember how your heart dropped to your stomach when you heard the shrill caw of your Kasugai Crow. It has been a few hours since the dreadful news, and no updates are yet to be shared.

As an esteemed Hashira, you are entrusted with protecting the fragile lives of humans against the evil deeds of demons. You act with honed composure and impressive calmness. However, in this moment, no sort of breathing can alleviate your clammy hands and panicked eyes. After all, in this moment, you are none other than the lover of a man who resides in the endangered village.

You blink away the tears framing your waterline as you internally plead for the safety of your betrothed — your soon-to-be husband — Hotaru.

You remember having your forehead touch the ground as you lurched yourself in a desperate bow, begging for the secret village’s location to be revealed to you. You have to ensure your lover’s safety, and you would never forgive yourself if he found himself in irreparable harm.

Oyakata-sama — the frail, sickly, and kind leader of the Demon Slayers — could only offer a gentle and genuine smile as he said, “I believe in the combined strength of Kanroji and Tokito. Please, raise your head.”

If this were any other situation, his calming voice and presence would have reassured you, but the anxiety of whether or not Hotaru is still alive overwhelms any other thought. With that, you pace around tirelessly, restlessly under the glaring moonlight.

Soon, your body grew tired with the weight of your exhausted mind, and you curl yourself into a ball under a solemn tree.

Please, Hotaru — please be safe.

One shall traverse the universe to reconnect fragile hearts.

You vigorously clamp your sweaty hands onto the uniform of the Kakushi carrying you on their back. The sun is already brightly plastered amidst the blue skies, and you eagerly await your arrival in the — supposedly wrecked — village.

That morning, you awoke in an anxious jolt to your crow’s pitched cries, “Upper Moon Four and Five were defeated by the Hashiras and slayers in the village!”

Without a doubt, you wasted no time in traversing the convoluted route towards the Swordsmith Village, heart nearly pounding out of your chest due to immense concern for the well-being of your beloved Hotaru.

Is he well? Did he get attacked? Is he alive?

Your crow thankfully delivered news that made you kneel and shakily sigh in relief: Hotaru is alive; however, he sustained injuries from an encounter with Upper Moon Five — that idiot, he can’t even cease his work for the sake of protecting himself.

Your thoughts are interrupted when the Kakushi gently urges you off their back, “Here we are, Hashira.”

You remove your blindfold and can’t help but lightly gasp at the heaps of wrecked houses that initially stood beautifully in the serene village. All the masked swordsmiths are scurrying about, trying to recover whatever belongings they could find under splintered planks and crumbled concrete.

You feel your lips twitch in a concerned frown when you note how each villager appears to have bandages wrapped around various parts of their body — the attack was that bad, huh?

With a light shake of your head, you sprint towards the nearest familiar face — well, mask — that can inform you of Hotaru’s whereabouts. He always had a tendency to hide himself away for days, and (at least today) you don’t disregard the prospect of tearing down the decrepit village even further just to locate your beloved.

To your relief, you spot Kanamori Kozo, a close companion of Hotaru (even if the latter will never verbally admit to it). He spots you before you can utter a word, and as if he can read the desperate worry on your face, he says,

“Ah, if it isn’t our beloved Hashira. Please, try to wipe off the worry in your eyes. Haganezuka-san is fine; he’s his usual stubborn self, as always.”

“Kanamori-san, thank you — but do you have any clue where he is?” Your shallow breaths are more of a testament to your suppressed worry than exerted stamina, and Kanamori gently places a hand on your shoulder as kind reassurance.

“The last time I saw him, his wounds were already bandaged, and he persisted in returning to his workspace in the mountains.”

You don’t outwardly react to this information, but you feel yourself swallow a lump of frustration. Hotaru’s choosing to return to swordsmithing hours after the threat of death? Stupid, stupid man.

Kanamori flinches at the aura of infuriation emanated by your figure. He continues, “He will be healed fully in time,” he appeases you. “It’s a miracle he only lost his left eye—”

“What?” Your chilly voice rings through the morning air, and you hear a light yelp of fear from the man beside you. “His eye — what happened to his eye?”

Kanamori flings around his bruised arms, suddenly forgetting his dull pain amidst your bubbling rage. “He was too focused — it was both impressive and foolish — the Upper Moon wanted him to stop sharpening the blade, so he took out his eye.” Kanamori’s voice falters by the end of his sentence, a look of concern adorning his features behind the Hyottoko mask.

“I thought he would have sent you a letter prior to your journey here.” His usually collected voice, now barely a whisper, is laced with bewilderment.

You feel your jaw clench as veins pop on your forehead. Stupid man — you’re engaged to a stupid, reckless man! Suddenly, as if thrashed around by harsh waves, you feel your anger falter with sadness. Why hadn’t Hotaru sent you a letter to inform you of his state? Is he unable to comprehend how stressful your night was while all he did was dedicate his whole being to a sword?

Turning away from Kanamori, you bid him your quiet gratitude and rushed towards the mountains where you are sure to find your tactless lover.

Behind you, Kanamori sighs to himself and mutters, “I started a quarrel, didn’t I? Haganezuka-san, please be considerate to your one and only lover!”

However, cowardice shields one from facing their bruised, weeping soul.

You try to suppress the frustration from fully seeping through your figure, briskly stomping towards the collapsed pile of wood and dirt — Hotaru’s work shack.

You instantaneously see your lover’s bulky figure crouched down and digging for whatever tool he was searching for. Your body and heart react in a conflicting flurry of emotions: you feel relief wash over you, and you blink away tears that were beginning to pool; on the other hand, your head feels like it’s overheating from anger — anger towards how Hotaru deliberately forgot about even sending a measly letter to the love of his life.

Perhaps it’s the combination of heart-wrenching stress and sleep deprivation, but you find yourself grasping onto Hotaru’s shoulder, making him aware of your presence as you twist his upper body to face you.

“Stupid! Stupid! Unbelievably stupid!”

Before Haganezuka can even express his bewilderment at your arrival, you snuck your fingers under the thin string of his Hyottoko mask, removing it to reveal his face: his wounded, cut-filled face accompanied by a left eye that can’t even open to reveal one of his brilliant amber irises.

“Why — why didn’t you send me a letter?” The lump of sadness sitting in your heart is veiled by stuttering annoyance; with that, Hotaru simply places his rough palms on your shoulders, slowly standing up to his full height (which prompted you to crane your neck to look at him).

“I was going to send you one, but I figured I needed to salvage some materials first. You see, that Tanjiro brat needs this new Nichirin blade and—”

“Enough with swords, for goodness sake! You lost an eye!” You cut him off as your lips trembled. “You’re bleeding through your bandages because you’re not supposed to work after being nearly killed!”

“Hey, it wasn’t a big deal. I didn’t even realize I was being attacked. Calm down,” Hotaru’s (limited) patience begins to waver, scrunching his nose to hopefully deter you from becoming too angry. However, Hotaru does not seem to understand that it upsets you more to hear him downplay his health after hours of you ruminating whether he was alive or not.

“I spent the entire evening mulling over your safety, and you’re here casually rummaging through rubble because swords are your priority,” your sentence stops before you could mutter ‘over me.’

Rather than deciphering the hidden sorrow behind your words, Hotaru becomes defensive, misinterpreting your sentiment. “I’m a swordsmith; of course it’s my damn priority,” with an angry huff, he stared you down with his eye. “Is my work not flashy enough for you, Hashira?”

“That’s not what I said!” You felt your heart crack with how distanced Hotaru is at the moment.

“These wounds aren’t a big deal, alright? Stop worrying over nothing and go back to your Hashira priorities. I’m not the only one who has work to do,” with a light 'tsk’ of his tongue, Hotaru turns away from you, ready to return to the pile of discarded materials.

Although, you weren’t pleased with his attitude, and the dam holding your tears and overwhelming emotions broke.

“I am your lover! We chose each other, and you have a commitment to me that you should uphold!” Your voice wavers in inconsistent pitches, and you try to choke back your tears. “Right now, I’m in front of you as someone you are engaged to — worried sick because my beloved had his life at risk!”

Hotaru doesn’t face you, and he doesn’t respond with even a hum of acknowledgment. It is silent, and only after a few minutes of your flowing tears and his stubborn front did he speak,

“Right now, I’m a swordsmith, and I have work to do. Go home.”

Hearts of fiery anger fizzle into hearts of dampened yearning.

Haganezuka regrets what he said to you. It has been a few days since your sudden visit to the ruined village, and he didn’t even embrace you in his arms nor did he properly acknowledge your feelings.

He heard your hiccups and sobs, yet he rooted his feet on the ground and offered no solace. He feels nothing but guilt and a desire to see your lovely face again.

He rolls the quill on his fingers, unable to write anything but your name on the paper spread on his desk. He urges himself to write an apology — or even to bid you to visit him in the temporary village they were residing in — but his hands are stagnant and his mind is empty of everything but the throbbing ache of regret.

“Haganezuka-san, you really messed up,” Kanamori was shameless in scolding him. In any other situation, Haganezuka would have angrily responded in a nearly comical manner. However, Kanamori is right:

He did mess up.

Just as he writes the first word of his letter to you, a Kasugai crow abruptly enters his hut, making him curse under his breath and glare at the raven-colored bird.

The crow intently looks at Haganezuka, making the man feel an eerie shiver of dread run up his spine. The crow then opens its beak to deliver a message that makes Hotaru drop his pen in sheer horror,

“The Hashira — your betrothed — is in critical condition after protecting a town from powerful demons.”

To feel a lover’s warmth once again,  one would relinquish everything.

Hastily running on the dirt path to the Butterfly Mansion, Hotaru’s mind is tortured by the image of your body rendered immobile and weakened on a hospital bed. His rush to see you made him forget his Hyottoko mask, for he only bothered to bring himself and an apology at the tip of his tongue.

Soon, he rushes through the gates of the Insect Pillar’s abode, ignoring the surprised stares of Aoi and the other girls of the mansion. Afraid that he might wreck havoc in his emotionally volatile state, Aoi yells, “Haganezuka-san, she’s resting in one of the guest quarters! She’s stable!”

However, it did little to quell his worry, for he continues to run through the wooden floors of the mansion with only one thought in mind: you.

He then hears the distant sound of voices conversing with one another in a relaxed manner. One of the voices he immediately identifies as Kamado Tanjiro, and the other — sweet, kind yet tired — is your voice.

With a desperate hope bubbling in his chest, he opens the door without an ounce of hesitation, and he sees you — adorned in white bandages all over your limbs and temple, small scars littered on your cheeks, and a dumbfounded look on your face.

“Haganezuka-san!” The bandaged Tanjiro yelps in surprise, eyebrows furrowing in a mix of concern and shock.

“Out,” Hotaru spares no glance at the redhead, for his gaze is locked in your hardened one. “Get out, brat.”

Haganezuka does not even pay attention to the boy limply scurrying out the room, muttering flustered apologies as he closes the wooden door shut.

“Hotaru, he was just keeping me company,” you lightly scowl at your ever-so immature lover, huffing a puff of tired breath.

“Yeah? Well, I’m your company now.” Hotaru brings his large figure closer to your bed, but you twist your head to avoid looking at him. Rather than becoming frustrated, Hotaru feels his heart squeeze with the same regret that plagued him for days.

“My love, I’m sorry.” His voice was quiet, weak, and vulnerable — entirely opposite to the gruff, deep voice that angrily curses at any miniscule annoyance. Hotaru kneels by your bedside, taking your bandaged hand in his calloused one. You initially flinch, but you relent and relax in his comfortable, familiar hold.

“I want you to know that I regret what I told you that day. I am a swordsmith — that’s true — and I pride myself on my role, but I also pride myself on being your lover.” His genuine tone makes your eyes water, and you blink hastily to rid of the tears.

“I was so worried — so, so worried — and you were so mean to me, Hotaru,” you can’t suppress your sobs as you face him again, tears cascading down your bruised cheeks.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry,” he gently shushes you, nuzzling his face onto your temple as he sighs deeply. “I didn’t understand why you were so worried about me, but seeing you in this state,” he swallows down a sob, his tone wavering. “I thought — I thought I lost you, and I realized how you must have felt when the village was under attack.”

“Yeah? You got a taste of your own medicine, that’s good,” you try to playfully tease him, voice tired and raw with emotion. Hotaru’s face contorts into a half-hearted smirk as he settles down on the foot of your bed, not once unlinking his hand from yours.

His expression turns solemn once again. " I mean it when I say I want to be a better lover to you and soon — a good husband.“ His honest declaration of love makes your heart swell in warmth, flaring brightly when he brings your battered knuckles to his lips. 

"I want to live a long life with you, and I’m not leaving you anytime soon — not even when we age into cranky old people with wrinkles and frail backs.” He presses his tender lips against your knuckles once again, feeling himself relax at the sound of your quiet breaths of relief and contentment. 

“Let’s take care of ourselves and each other, yeah?” He bends down to kiss your quivering lips lightly, hand still holding yours as his other palm gently combs through your hair.

“Yeah.”

Once you part, you can only stare at him with unbridled love — his scarred cheeks, unusable eye, and the damp locks of dark hair stuck to his temple; despite all that, he’s still Hotaru, your unbelievably handsome, reckless yet amazing lover.

Hotaru’s face holds a raw emotion reserved for you and no one else. Your scarred face and puffy eyes do nothing to hinder your magnetic beauty — your gorgeous soul — from shining so brightly, and he feels like he’s falling in love all over again.

You bask in each other’s presence for hours, making up for lost time as you share warmth, comfort, and hushed promises of a better tomorrow. By the time the room is painted by the moon’s grace, you whisper,

“Hotaru, don’t you need to restore Tanjiro-kun’s new katana?”

“That can wait. I’m not a swordsmith right now.”

“Hm?”

“I’m your lover.”

Souls can be healed, no matter how nasty the scar, as long as you give the right person your heart.

A/N: There’s a shortage of angsty Haganezuka posts — hope you like this one.

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You, the Kakushi, literally carry our swordsmen and look after them and let them rest. Even if they're dead. Even if they're in pieces. But what about you? Who carries you? Who is there when you're the one who needs to rest?

Just another fanart of my humble series in which Haganezuka marries a Kakushi!Reader :>

Some of y'all might also recognize them from the random epilogue comic (link)

I used this base as a drawing pose reference if anyone else wants to give it a try! (link)

Ever since I figured out how to draw Haganezuka's damn black hair with the inverse line effect I can't stop xD

[13rurururi]

Is the smut alphabet a random tag? Or something you made? I was interested in making my own for another character and wanted to give proper credit 🙌🏽🙌🏽 (that post was amazing btw chefs kiss)

Hi! Apologies for the late response; the NSFW alphabet format has actually been around for a while. A lot of blogs posted the template, and I just altered some wordings. I'm not aware of who the idea originates from, unfortunately.

Although, hey, if ever you finish your NSFW alphabet on any character, I'd love to read it!

Thanks for visiting my blog!

[13rurururi]

May I request a worried Haganezuka about an injured Hashira reader? Both sfw and nsfw please! I love your works so much!

I merged your request with another person's, so I ended up writing an entire scenario just to satiate my need for Haganezuka angst.

The scenario I have is entirely SFW, but hey, I might add an epilogue with some much-needed NSFW.

Thanks for the request!