#kyojuro valentine’s day

[demoiselettes]

Forbidden fruit

Valentine’s Day event, day 1.

.♡ Pairing: Kyojuro x reader

.♡ Category: fluff, suggestive themes

.♡ Warning(s)/note(s): fem! reader, teacher/student relationship, slight make-out session(?) definitely some suggestiveness but-not smut-so proceed with caution!

+ Your professor comes to you with a bit too much sake in his bloodstream.

@kokushiboswaifu , @brokeniced , @taisho-era-secret , @holywaterforevery3ne , @m5dearbri , @bunny-n3zuk0 , @potofstewie , @crimsonkenjii-writes , @inufinuf

The simple truth, was that Tomioka Giyuu, Rengoku Kyojuro, Shinazugawa Sanemi and Uzui Tengen were among the most loved teachers in your school.

The reason had nothing to do with their love for the subjects they taught, or their reputations. Actually, none of their reputations were.. good. Decent, at most, but they weren’t the sanest teachers you’d been assigned. You had no doubt the majority of students didn’t follow their classes, either out of boredom or because they were too busy undressing them with their eyes. Still, it wasn’t morally right nor legal to have a crush on your teacher, or to pursue a relationship with them, was it? That’s what your friends told you, that’s what you told yourself. But the lingering glances and the innuendos didn’t go unnoticed by you, and yet everytime you saw his eyes smother with guilt. You weren’t making it easy for him, and he probably came to school everyday with a clean mind and a fresh resolution not to stray, but as the day wore on his eyes would travel to places they weren’t supposed to, his face would redden, his words would come out in stutters.

For Valentine’s Day, a last minute party was put together by the staff, courtesy of having had an ‘uneventful’ year. You remained alone while everyone danced around you. But when a gloved hand landed on your naked shoulder and your history teacher- in a tuxedo, his messy hair held up in a loose ponytail- asked for a dance, how could you say no?

There were glances thrown your way when his hand met your hip and yours moved to his shoulder. He was clearly drunk too-where did he get alcohol?; his face was flushed and his words slurred, but he danced with surprising dexterity and his hand trailed upwards and squeezed your side occasionally.

But that wasn’t enough.

Underneath the invisible weight of knowing you were doing something that wasn’t right, you both slipped out of the gym and into the empty hallways. Your back met the cold surface of a locker- whose, you couldn’t tell and you didn’t care- and you drew him in for a kiss without either of you knowing the direction of things. He was so hungry, he kept your head in place and your lips glued to his, but just when you’d began to unbutton his shirt he pulled away, breathing hard.

« I’m sorry, » he implored, seemingly seeing through the haze. « I’m so, so sorry. We shouldn’t be doing this. Let’s go-« 

He met your near pleading gaze and all was lost. He knew it was wrong, you could feel it and a huge part of you felt guilty for loping him along. If you were caught he’d most likely lose his job but you couldn’t stop yourself from tugging at his shirt.

He seemed to ponder over this for a long time, his hands came to rest on your hips and his eyes travelled to your face, strayed on your swollen lips, trailed to the glimpse of cleavage your gown provided. He wanted to refuse, fervently so. But you lifted a finger to your lips to promise secrecy.

The locker door clanged when you were pushed against it, your leg-supported by his hand- raised to his hip, his lips on yours again, searching, yearning, both of you breathless but unwilling to let go of the other, forgetting the risks you were taking when setting aside your boundaries.

[cinnamoth-art]

Rengoku my beloved

Rengoku doodles for Valentines Day ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[kny-choco]

[comatosebunny09]

When you’re ready to wake up, but he isn’t.

That adorable thing he does with grabby little hands and a cute, hoarse groan for “five more minutes.” Of course, five more minutes turn into ten. Ten to twenty. Before you know it, you’ve dozed off for another half-hour. And sure, you’ll be late for work.

But you’re always on time. You are always working your ass off to get through the day and impress your boss.

Besides, it’s worth it if it means spending the morning wrapped in the sanctuary of Kyo’s arms, his breath at a steady tempo in your ear, and his legs wrapped securely around yours.

He feels dreadful for making you late. Tries to make it up to you by showing up with your favorite dish for lunch. Later that afternoon, a mysterious bouquet of roses appears at the reception desk addressed to you in a familiar scrawl. Which makes it ten times more adorable because who knew your husband could be such a poet?

[saellefanwork]

𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼

Contains major KNY / Demon Slayer manga ending spoilers.

Modern Era, Reincarnation. Polyamory Kamado Sumihiko x F!Reader x Rengoku Tojuro

The story is in second person. Unamed Reader. Reader's features are not described.

This Demon Slayer fic is rated Teen. There are sexual implications in some dialogs, but that's it. (I know, it's shocking).

As always, Yoshiteru laments about his single status. That's just how you know it was another typical day at school. Usually, he can find comfort in the fact that his classmate and friend, Sumihiko, is sailing in the same boat as him. But today... Sumihiko surprises him with important news.

Author Note: I originally wrote this story as a Modern Era Sequel of my other fic, "Echoes of Loss," but it can be considered a standalone one-shot too.

Rengoku Tojuro is the reincarnation of Kyojuro and the descendant of Senjuro (with an unknown wife).

Kamado Sumihiko is the reincarnation of Tanjiro and, in canon, the descendant of Kanao and Tanjiro. In the context of the "Echoes of Loss", Sumihiko here is supposed to be the descendant of the former Reader and Tanjiro, but as a separate one-shot you can consider he's still Kanao's descendant, it doesn't really matter.

The Reader is the former "Echoes of Loss" Reader's reincarnation, but again it doesn't really matter here. Their family lineage is not specified, so it's up to you.

(Valentine's day is far gone, but I'm a sucker for japanese Valentine's day fluff, hugh.)

The chapter is primarily from Sumihiko's POV

Two centuries after the Taisho Era, in Tokyo.

As the bell rings to signal the end of the school day at Kimetsu High School, students spill out of the main gate, gradually dispersing into the neighborhood. Among them, sixteen-year-old Yoshiteru Agatsuma once again laments his single status and romantic struggles. It is yet another day dawned on his teenage life without him finding a pretty girl willing to give him a chance. His classmates shoot him exasperated glances, worn out from hearing the same complaints every day on their way back home.

With most his peers ignoring him, Yoshiteru seeks solace aloud.

“At least you get it, Sumihiko. We're in the same boat, you and I."

Kamado Sumihiko, the youngest son of the area's renowned bakers, is known for his pure heart and lack of interest in pursuing romantic relationships. This fact is the primary reason behind his celibacy, since many people are actually interested into him (not that Yoshiteru would ever tell him that). The boy turns his burgundy-haired head toward his desperate friend with a sheepish smile. He rubs the back of his neck, a slightly uncomfortable expression etched on his soft features.

"Oh, no, sorry Yoshiteru. In fact, I've been off the market for a few weeks now."

"Wha-… WHAT?!!! WITH WHOM? HOW DARE YOU BREAK OUR SINGLE MEN PARTNERSHIP?! WE'RE FRIENDS, RIGHT?? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ANYTHING?"

The boy winces at Yoshiteru’s deafening cries. While not wanting to escalate the situation, Sumihiko can't help but direct his wine-colored eyes towards the sky with a slightly exasperated sigh. This dramatic reaction is precisely why hadn't disclosed this information earlier.

"I never signed a single men partnership with you, Yoshiteru…" Sensing a deadly glare from his companion, the young man abandons that approach and chooses to apologize instead. "Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I did want to tell you, but our situation was a bit unusual, so we preferred not to talk about it immediately with others… But see, now that we've decided to make it official, you're the first to know!"

"NAH, I know nothing, man!!! There's missing information!! Who's this desperate chick who fell for you?!"

Not bothered by the rude question, Sumihiko states your name and that of Rengoku Tojuro with a radiant smile.

Yoshiteru momentarily freezes, his overheated brain grinding to a halt as he’s trying to process the news.

"Wait… You just mentioned two names, right? Aren’t they the heads of the archery and kendo club respectively? Which one are you dating?"

"Both!"

…

"BOTH?!!! I know we live in a century of sexual liberation, but don't you think you're pushing the boundaries a bit too far?! Consider those who are still single – what hope do you leave them if you're dating multiple people, , especially popular and unfairly hot onesn huh?! One wasn't enough to satiate your needs, or what?! You- you perverted libertine!"

"W-We haven't done anything like that yet, we're still in high school, Yoshiteru!" Sumihiko corrects on a reproachful tone, his cheeks ablaze.

"Stop playing the prude boy! You've already reached sexual maturity! Our ancestors were already married at that age! Are your hormones not working or what?! More importantly, explain to me how you went from being single to the hero of a harem shonen, huh?!"

With an overwhelmed expression, Sumihiko tries to calm and appease his hysterical friend and plunges back into his memories…

Sumihiko and Tojuro first met when they were toddlers, though they don’t remember much of that time, of course. Their two families are close, both descending from lineages that supposedly fought demons together two hundred years ago. They became friends in elementary school, when the Kamado family opened a bakery in Setagaya, and Sumihiko transferred into Tojuro’s class.

The first days after their initial meeting, Sumihiko found himself dreaming that he was a valiant warrior, battling monstrous foes alongside a Rengoku who bore a striking resemblance to Tojuro. Admittedly, all members of the Rengoku lineage looked like younger or older versions of each other, but the swordman from his dreams and his classmate really gave off the same feeling; their staring habits and constant smiles were identical, and they were both strongwilled and friendly, though maybe a little odd. Immersed in the tales of their families' legendary exploits since his childhood, Sumihiko didn't think much of these dreams, attributing them to his imagination. But they did add to his curiosity and sympathy toward the fiery boy. Their friendship blossomed effortlessly from the moment they engaged in conversation. Despite their contrasting dispositions — Tojuro always overflowed with energy and determination, while the Kamado's youngest leaned towards a more relaxed and laid-back demeanor — they proved early on to be perfectly compatible and complementary, like two sides of the same coin. Their camaraderie only strenghtened over time, and Sumihiko never dreamt of the Taisho era ever again.

In comparison, the young Rengoku and yourself had first crossed paths fairly recently, at Kimetsu’s high school interclub meeting. Despite this, a strong bond quickly formed between you two. Within a few weeks of your initial encounter, Tojuro introduced you to his childhood friend.

Witnessing your first smile directed at him, Sumihiko knew he was a goner. It was love at first sight, he realized instantly.

There was an undeniable familiarity about you, akin to the connection he had experienced when meeting some of his closest friends for the first time, especially Tojuro. It felt as if you had always known each other. Maybe Yoshiteru and his grandmother were onto something, after all; perhaps it meant you had met in a previous life. If that were the case, Sumihiko couldn't help but wonder about the depth of his past self's affection for you and whether he had succeeded in winning your heart.

In a cursed twist of fate, he soon realized he wasn't the only one irresistibly drawn to you. It became evident that his best friend also harbored a crush on you. Tojuro had never looked at another girl the way he looked at you, not to mention how he constantly sought your attention and praise. Gods, Tojuro just loved praise, and and you seemed to have an endless supply of it for him. Granted, you were an amazing person, and anyone would be pleased to earn your admiration. Since Sumihiko didn't want to come between you two, he tried to keep his growing feelings to himself, hoping he could find contentment in your happiness if you ever started dating. But after a year of close-knit friendship between the three of you, he began to feel anxious. Instead of fading over time, his feelings for you only intensified.

As Valentine's Day approached, Sumihiko found himself increasingly restless. He wasn’t certain he could keep it together if he witnessed you giving honmei chocos (conveying romantic feelings) to Tojuro, so he opted to spend minimal time with both of you. Somehow, you managed to corral the two teenagers at the end of class, surprising them with handmade, heart-shaped chocolates.

The boys were flattered, but intrigued by your gesture. These gifts stood out from the typical giri-choco they had seen you give to classmates, and strongly resembled honmei choco. Yet, usually one wouldn't give multiple honmei choco. Perhaps these were fancy giri-choco, because you were close friends? Still, that heart shape was undeniably misleading…

Despite his rattled thoughts, Sumihiko was too shy to voice his questions. On the other hand, Tojuro couldn't contain his curiosity:

"They look delicious, thank you very much!!!" Gosh, he was loud. Not in the same way as Yoshiteru, but still. "But tell us, are these honmei or giri chocos?"

Sumihiko winced at Tojuro's directness, prepared to deflect the question to put you at ease. However, you responded naturally with a charming smile:

"Isn't it obvious? They're honmei."

Even the typically bold and boisterous Tojuro was momentarily at a loss for words, his brain freezing at the significance of such a gesture. However, he quickly recovered, seeking to clarify the situation:

"Should we conclude that you love both of us?"

"Tojuro!" Sumihiko couldn't help but feel a flush of embarrassment as he nudged his friend, reprimanding him for his unrestrained spontaneity.

"Well, yes… Is it bad?" your voice trailed off as you became increasingly uncertain. "I thought long and hard about who I wanted to make honmei chocos for… but since I couldn’t decide, I opted to make some for each of you instead. I'm not expecting anything in return; I simply wanted to express my feelings… But, of course, if it's too awkward, you don't have to accept the chocolates at all… I'm sorry," you said quietly.

Quickly, the two boys reassured you, affirming that your gesture was appreciated, and they graciously accepted your sweets. However, they remained somewhat evasive in response to your confession.

Once you had departed, they found themselves strolling in silence until they reached their customary spot at the nearby park, where they settled onto the swings. This was their ritual whenever they needed to discuss something important, like Sumihiko grandmother's death. There, they broached the topic of the unexpected situation.

"I admit I was surprised, but I'm flattered that she likes us that way!" Tojuro pointed out carelessly, popping one of the chocolates into his mouth. "DELICIOUS!"

"Congratulations, Tojuro," Sumihiko forced himself to say with a sad smile. "You can finally date her…"

"Hmm? Me? But don't you also have feelings for her?" His childhood friend's owlish red and gold eyes bore into him, filled with genuine puzzlement.

Sumihiko's face flushed with embarrassment.Even Tojuro, who usually paid little attention to such matters, had noticed his affection for you? Unable to deceive his friend, the redhead shook his head, "I don't want to come between the two of you. Our friendship means more to me than any high school crush." Though it had transcended mere infatuation at this point, he preferred not to dwell on that. "Besides, you've known her longer than I have."

While Tojuro had always admired Sumihiko's selflessness, he couldn't help but feel unsettled knowing that his friend was willing to sacrifice his own feelings for him. Crossing his arms, he pondered for a moment. "Hmm… we're best buddies, she likes both of us, and we feel the same way. What if we went out together? That could solve the issue!"

"Huh? Are you suggesting that we both date her?" the baker boy asked, his confusion evident.

"Why not? The athlete Uzui has multiple girlfriends. But it would be a shame to date her separately, wouldn't it? I was suggesting that we also go out together, you and me!"

Sumihiko's face turned even redder at the proposal. He could swear steam was blowing out of his ears.

"Huh?! You and me, Tojuro? But… we've been friends for such a long time… I never sensed you had feelings for me, so why…?"

"Hm! I don't feel exactly the same way for you as I do for our dear kyudoka, but it's definitely stronger than anything what I've felt for other people, including my other childhood friends. I think it could very well blossom into love if we gave it a shot!"

"B-but being together involves holding hands… kissing… that kind of stuff," stammered the flushed Sumihiko, not eager to continue his list. "C-could you do that with me?"

In response, after swallowing another chocolate, Tojuro stood up from his swing seat and stepped closer, framing Sumihiko's face with his hands. The redhead froze, his heart pounding wildly. Before he could fully grasp the situation, his friend planted a sweet and innocent kiss on his lips. The gesture left the young Kamado's face burning, and the kendoka straightened up triumphantly, locking eyes with his comrade. Sumihiko nervously moistened his lips, brushing them with his fingertips in disbelief. Tojuro had left a taste of chocolate on them. Your chocolate…

"See! It was pretty natural, right?" exclaimed the fiery boy loudly. "Did you enjoy it too?"

And Sumihiko couldn't deny it…

Encountering you again the next day, they broached the idea of embarking on a relationship together as a trio. Tojuro elaborated on how they arrived at this decision, openly sharing the story of his first kiss with Sumihiko, much to his friend's dismay. He dreaded your potential reaction: what if the idea of two boys exploring such a thing disgust you?

You eemed taken aback by this development, but to their relief, you displayed clear enthusiasm afterward, tinged with a hint of envy:

"Of course, I'd love to go out with both of you! I can't believe you took the initiative without me, even though I was the one confessing…"

They promptly rectified this oversight by each giving you a kiss, first Tojuro, followed by Sumihiko. Their inexperienced smooches were slightly awkward and hasty, resulting in a few accidental tooth clicks due to nervousness. The overall clumsiness of the moment and the unusual situation prompted a burst of laughter from the three of you. As the mirth subsided, you exchanged happy smiles and made a commitment to do your best to navigate this new dynamic together.

"Since then, the three of us have been going out on dates. We gave ourselves a few weeks to test the waters of our new relationship before announcing it to anyone, just to avoid putting pressure on ourselves. While I still spend a lot of time with Tojuro, it's not quite the same as before—we've grown closer. And, of course, I also spend quality time alone with our girlfriend."

"Wow," replies Yoshiteru, still somewhat incredulous but calmer than before. "My brain is struggling to imagine what it will look like when you will take things to the next level."

"Hey! Stop talking about that… It's too early, and it's none of your business!" The young Kamado's face is a deep shade of crimson.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NONE OF MY BUSINESS?! I STILL PLAN TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY BEFORE YOU, THAT WOULD BE THE LEAST AFTER WHAT YOU JUST DID TO OUR FRIENDSHIP! Ah… Here come your lovers!" he gasps.

Indeed, you and Tojuro await Sumihiko in front of the local dojo in the street corner, waving cheerfully from a distance as you approach. Sumihiko offers an apology to his classmate and quickly joins your company. Watching the interaction among the three of you, Yoshiteru can't help but reflect on how he overlooked the obvious signs, he who is usually so perceptive about others' relationships.

Indeed, despite your conscious effort to keep public displays of affection understated, the subtle, intimate gestures you share reveal a different story. Unnecessary touches, discreet hand-holding, whispered secrets, and silly giggles paint a picture of closeness and affection. Yoshiteru is disgusted by the blissful cheesiness your trio radiates, even though a tiny part of himself is genuinely happy for his friend.

Nevertheless, he hopes that his time in the spotlight will arrive soon, and that he will manage to score with a lovely young lady before Sumihiko does with any of you (or both). However, considering the intense and heated gazes exchanged between you and Tojuro over your most innocent partner, it appears unlikely that the desperately single Yoshiteru will see his wish fulfilled on time.

Glad I rewrote this one too, lol.

My mind is brimming with scenarios (some rated T, some waaaay spicier, I have to admit XD) that could follow this one-shot, but I don't think there's much of an audience for a modern-era Polyamory GN or F/M/M Tanjiro/Kyojuro/Reader. So, I'll probably just keep those for myself XD

Let me know if I'm wrong!

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[meowzfordayz]

hashira receive chocolate from you

Author’s Note: only a lil late for Valentine’s Day… 😅

hashira receive chocolate from you

Hashira x Reader

Word Count: ~1,100

CW: explicit language

Emergency Request Fulfilled: this sad b*tch could use an emergency request 😭 men have more audacity I swear

If possible could you do hashira men x female reacting to you bringing them chocolate on Valentine’s Day😭

~faqs~

Don’t mind the varying lengths of these headcanons 😆

I just wrote out scenarios as they popped into my brain

Aka not in order

Some are short and sweet; others are more fleshed out

Cries (happy tears)

—Duh 🤠

Good thing the chocolates are in a box, otherwise they’d be soaked 🙃

Also refuses to eat them w/o you present

Insists you take the first bite of every bonbon 🥺😋

VERY red 😡

—Apparently this is my go to hc for Obanai… he’s always red 😂

“Is this for me?” <— dangerously soft

Uhh- 😶 *cue awkward fiddling w/ the box of chocolates*

“Yes?”

“Are you sure?” <— somehow even softer

“... yes?!”

“Thank you.”

🤨🤨🤨

“You don’t want them,” you accuse, more embarrassed than anything

Obanai’s eyes widen

Barely

He’s still ~mostly glaring

😓 “It’s fine! They’re my favorite anyway! I’ll just-”

A firm (sweaty) palm on your shoulder stops you mid-stalking-away

“I’d like to have them,” he declares

“W-wha-whaaat?” 😳

“Thank you,” murmured again, gentle fingers prying the box from your grip, “How about we sit beneath that tree… andyousharethemwithme?”

Best believe not a single second of eye contact occurs

#shy boi

Also What did he just say? 😃

“NO WAAAY?!?!?!” 😍

“Mitsuri?”

You’re glad she’s so excited, but-? 😅

“I HAVE CHOCOLATE FOR YOU TOO !!!!!” 🍫💝

“NO WAAAY?!?!?!” 😍

—*sigh*

—What I’d give to swap chocolates w/ Mitsuri 🥺💞

“Sugar can lead to cavities.” 🧐

“Shinobu-”

“You want me to get cavities?”

“No, I-”

“What if I get-”

“Shinobu!”

“I’m kidding, darling!” 😃

😒😒😒 <— you rn

Shinobu leans in, pecking your cheek as she accepts your gift, “With you around, the harm’s already done.” 😉

… “Was that you flirting with me?”

“Yes, savor it.”

“Babe, that was so ba-”

“GOOD, [y/n], my flirting was so good.”

“Thank gosh that wasn’t your original approach.”

“You’re saying my flirting wouldn’t woo you, darling?” 😎

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” 💀

“Chocolate?!” 😁

You only wince a tad at Kyojuro’s booming excitement 😬

“For you.” ☺️

“For me !!!” 😁😁

If you take a step back to protect your poor ears, he doesn’t comment

“A token of my appreciation.”

“How thoughtful!” 😁😁😁 “You are most generous!” 😁😁😁😁

And then he notices your slow but sure retreat ☹️

“Are you okay?” voice immediately softening

your relieved sigh = barely stifled 🤫

“Oh,” he blinks, head tilting a fraction, “I was loud!”

“Ouch,” you nod in sheepish agreement

“I apologize! Please! Share your wonderful gift with me to make up for my carelessness!” 

…

…

“I was loud again.” 😅

Sanemi sits cross legged on his engawa, unimpressed by your offering

“I hate chocolate.” 😐

“You’re full of shit.” 🙄

“Just like your chocolate.”

“My chocolate? It’s yours, Shinazugawa Sanemi,” hand on your hip as you huff, chocolates shaking in their box as you hold them out roughly toward him, “I got it for you.”

Raising an eyebrow, he pushes your hand, “I don’t want it.”

“Fuck. You.” ☹️

Scoffing, his eyes roll, “You know I hate chocolate.”

You pout, plopping down beside him, “Hate is a strong word.”

“Eat it yourself.”

“I don’t want to.”

“See! You hate chocolate too, so don’t try pawning it off to me.” 😒

“Shinazufuckinggawa.”

Sanemi finally shifts to face you, mouth smug, knee bumping gentle against the crook of your hip, “Hm, my love?” 😌

Seething, you ignore his advance, “We are eating this chocolate together, and if it kills you, then so be it.”

“Ooh, so this is a we situation now?” he teases fondly, plucking the box from your lap

Crossing your arms, you look away, “You’re insufferable.”

“So insufferable that you bought me chocolate,” he smirks 😇

“Whatever, I’ll keep it,” you grumble, halfheartedly grabbing for the box

“No.” 😐

“No?”

“We’re eating it together, and it certainly won’t kill me.” 🥰

—Bc lover!Sanemi = emotional whiplash central 💀🤍

“What is this for?”

“For you,” you grin

“I figured that part out.” 🤓

Snorting, you tap Muichiro’s shoulder, flicking his chin when he glances down at your movement

“Hey,” he pouts slightly, cheeks tinged pink, “Seriously though: why?”

“Because I adore you.”

“Right.”

“Mhm.” ☺️

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” 😁

You poke his cheek, eyes rolling fondly, “We should eat them now.”

“We? But, they’re for me.”

“Muichiro,” you deadpan

“What?”

“Just trust me.” 😇

His cheeks warming further, he allows you to tug him under the shade of the nearest tree, sweetness soft in his stomach before he’s had a single taste

“You can put that over there,” Giyuu gestures to the nearest corner of the room, not bothering to greet you 

Disappointment curdles in your stomach, stare carefully neutral as you nod, “Okay.”

Your soft sigh as you move away from him does not go unnoticed

“Are you alright?” 😕

Swiveling sharply at the slight edge in his tone, you shake your head, frustration narrowing your eyes

“What’s on your mind?” he asks, gentle now as he approaches your agitated figure

“You’re so dense,” you manage to choke out, tears welling involuntarily

“I’m so…” Giyuu trails off, realization hitting him, “Oh shit.”

—Realization being the train that was just derailed #so punny #the punniest 🤡

“Yeah,” you exhale raggedly, tiny smile tugging at your mouth despite yourself, “Not even a Hello or a Thank you.”

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, lithe body curved protective and apologetic around you before you can even blink, “That was messed up of me.”

“I can leave and come in again, so you can practice,” you chuckle wetly, face buried in his haori, “You clueless man.”

Embrace tightening, he murmurs, “You’re too kind.”

Giggling faintly, you squeeze his hip, other hand still awkwardly clutching the box of chocolate, “I know.”

“Thank you for being patient with me.”

“We better eat them before everyone returns.” 😈

Clucking your tongue at Tengen, you pull another, another, another, and another box of chocolates from your knapsack

“Oh.” 😔

“Tengen-sama, do you look crestfallen?”

“Well, I, hm, I thought we would-”

“Unlike someone, I’m not so selfish to suggest indulging in a pleasure without our wives,” smile unwavering even as you scold him, “Which is why I bought enough for everyone to enjoy their own.” 🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫

“Okay, but! Size wise, I’m large.” 😃

“Which is why I bought you two.”

“You did?!” 😍

“No.” 😐

[demoiselettes]

It’s Valentine’s Month!

⤥♡ in the Taisho Era!

To commemorate the festival of love, your favorite boys have a little something planned for you, aren’t you lucky? Entertain them, won’t you?

➙ ♡ Event will start on 7th of February and will end on the 14th.

➙ ♡ Fics in this event will be short ficlets.

➙ ♡ reblogs are gratefully appreciated!

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➙ ♡ Host- @demoiselettes, event idea by @bunny-n3zuk0 <3

➙ ♡ Works featured in this event will be tagged with #nan’s valentine.

Featuring.

- Rengoku Kyojuro- Forbidden fruit -

- Tomioka Giyuu- Valentine’s calling! -

- Sabito- Why wait? -

- Shinazugawa Sanemi- Sweet memories-

- Agatsuma Zenitsu- Inked under your sleeve-

-Kamaboko Squad- To keep warm-

Reminder that this is not nsfw/ 18+, and will only contain sfw works. Each day will feature only one character.

@taisho-era-secret , @m5dearbri , @oba-and-nemis-side-hoe , @holywaterforevery3ne , @bunny-n3zuk0 , @inufinuf , @its-mellow , @awalkingshame , @lauvissa , @lun4rl0ser , @crimsonkenjii-writes , @brokeniced , @potofstewie

[chrollohearttags]

🌹 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐕𝐎𝐋. 𝟏: 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐘 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 🌹

𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛…….🎧

🌹 14 DAYS OF SENSUAL, SPICY FICS DEDICATED TO YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS……fandoms included: attack on titan, demon slayer, one piece, tokyo revengers, jujutsu kaisen

a collection of love songs from the 90’s and 00’s come to life!

🌹 before you press play…. ┊ ⇄ ◁◁ II ▷▷ ↻ ┊

• no minors allowed. My content is intended for adults only + all works will feature mature and sexual themes.

• this is a set list, I won’t be accepting any requests for this event but let me know if you’d like to be tagged.

• best read in dark mode and there will be a Spotify playlist attached if you’d like to listen while reading. Once the event ends, all fics can be found in the masterlist!

• although this is a valentines themed series, many of the stories will be posted afterwards and throughout the month!

┊ ⇄ ◁◁ II ▷▷ ↻ ┊

TRACK 01: ride • somo x jean kirschtein

TRACK 02: kissing on my tattoos • august alsina x eren jaeger

TRACK 03: perfect strangers • august alsina x chrollo lucifer

TRACK 04: skin • rihanna x portgas d. ace

TRACK 05: burnin’ it down • jason aldean x reiner braun

TRACK 06: pu$$y fairy • jhene aiko x ken ‘draken’ ryuji

TRACK 07: f*ckin wit’ me • tank x levi ackerman

TRACK 08: cum get it • tink x onyakopon

TRACK 09: jam • kevin gates x connie springer

TRACK 10: talk dirty • daniel di angelo x armin artlert

TRACK 11: my body • LSG x nanami kento

TRACK 12: feel it • jacquees x ryomen sukuna

TRACK 13: morning • teyana taylor + kehlani x mikasa ackerman

TRACK 14: hrs and hrs • muni long x kyojuro rengoku

[chiharuhashibira]

Sooooo today's Valentine's Day.

And because of that, I will present you a sweet dating one-shots/drabbles for Giyu Tomioka, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Kyojuro Rengoku, and Obanai Iguro!

Context: You're one of the best demon slayers so the characters already know you, kind of considering you to be their tsugoku too. You like them and you just finished your training. Surprisingly, the characters asked you out on a date as a prize for the triumph. Now, it's your chance to show them your feelings.

I won't write for Mitsuri, Shinobu, Muichiro, Gyomei and Tengen for now XD

Enjoy~

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏

𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚, 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮, 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐗 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Content Warnings: Full of Fluff ^^

🌸𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚🌸

Here you are now, face-to-face with the Water Hashira in a humble restaurant. He can't help but steal glances at you that made you blush, as it was the first time that you've seen him actually do that.

You watched as Giyu ordered sake daikon for him and a beef udon for you. Surprisingly, he knew it was your favourite that caught you off-guard. Tomioka has never acknowledged you this way, so what he did really astounded you.

"Tomioka-san, that's my favou—"

"I know."

"How?"

"I just saw you eating that after training. So I assumed it's your favourite."

"Oh."

You felt more flustered knowing that he still looks at you even outside of missions and training. That made you quite happy. So then, feeling a bit confident, you stared into his eyes and tilted your head to the side.

"Did you take me here to just celebrate?"

"Yes. What else?"

You expected that answer from him, but you didn't expect the blush that formed on his cheek. That made you gulp and shrug your shoulders.

"I don't know... Perhaps you want to make this a date."

You have no idea what has gotten to you. Suddenly, you just had the courage to blurt those words out. Blue eyes met with E/C ones. You bit your lip and were about to take back what you said when Giyu reached out to hold your hand. Your heartbeats started to race at his bold notion.

He spoke up in a serious tone that surprised you. "What if I did?" He asked, causing you to blush as well. Giyu caressed your hand with his thumb, causing a few seconds of silence. "Why won't you answer me now?"

"Tomioka-san... I'm just surprised. I mean, if you told me you wanted to go out with me, as in on a date, I... would say yes."

Your words lightened up the Hashira's eyes. A small smile formed on his lips as he averted his eyes from you, hiding his blush. He interweaved your hands, and there, Tomioka caressed your cheek and spoke up in a sweeter tone.

"It's a date, then."

🌸𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚🌸

You never expected that Sanemi would be asking you out after your training. So, here you are now, walking beside him, still feeling dumbfounded by what is happening.

"Shinazugawa-san—"

"Can you call me Sanemi? Just this time."

Sanemi has been nice to you for some time, and that has surprised you already. But now, actually witnessing him speak to you in a calm tone and seeing him without the veins popping off his head made you comfortable. So then, you complied with his request.

"Alright, Sanemi."

"Good."

It's quite a shock when the man stops you in your tracks to tuck a lost hair behind your ear. You finally got the chance to look into his purple eyes and felt your heart starting to beat fast. Noticing the blush starting to form on the other man's cheek made you more flustered.

"S-Sanemi, your cheeks are red."

"You don't need to tell me that. Idiot."

He said this, looking away to hide his redness from you. But then you cupped his cheeks and caressed them. The man took it as a sign to get that hand of yours and put it on his chest.

"Can you feel this? Don't make it worse." He said this to you, referring to his heartbeat. You gulped and took his other hand and put it on your chest as well. The motion almost made Wind Hashira, the stern and strong guy, almost faint. He was astounded to the core.

"You're also making my heart race right now. But what are we going to do?"

Gulping, Sanemi leaned in on your ear and spoke. "What do you want to do? Do you want to go out on a date with me instead?"

"Y-Yes."

He pulled back and patted your head, smiling as he leaned on your face again. "It's a date, then."

🌸𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮🌸

Kyojuro loves food so much, so he took you to this exquisite restaurant to eat after your training. It's not that going out with him after training isn't happening, because Kyojuro is really appreciative, and he always does this. It's just that there is something about the way he looks at you right now.

He fixed his owl-like, golden, and reddish orbs on you as you waited on your order. It's like he was observing you, taking in all of the view. You can't help but feel a bit conscious, and so you fixed your haori. That's when he spoke up.

"You look wonderful."

"Oh, thank you, Rengoku-san."

Your heartbeat started to race, and heat crept up on your cheek. But it seems like Kyojuro is still unbothered by this. He leaned in on the table to get a closer look at you and gave you a wide smile.

"Would you like to go out with me?"

"Oh, um... We're outside already."

Obviously, that is a ridiculous response, but you are unable to think clearly with his exquisite eyes fixed on you since that abrupt inquiry.

"I mean, like, a date?"

"Why are you asking me this, Rengoku-san?"

He blinked in confusion and leaned back on his chair. He seemed to be thinking deeply, so you repeated your question, and he responded with a sigh.

"I guess what Uzui-san told me doesn't work at all."

"Why?"

"I like you. He told me if I looked at you differently and asked you directly, I'd be able to ask you out on a date."

You were flabbergasted by how innocent the Flame Hashira is. Blushing, you reached for his hand and held it, which made him blink in surprise. You bit your lip and smiled at him.

"I would love to have a date with you, Rengoku-san."

He was surprised to the core, and he can't hide it. Kyojuro held your hand back and spoke up in a jolly tone that made you blush harder, as people can actually hear him now.

"It's a date, then!"

🌸𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨🌸

Obanai has never been good with words or his actions. You've liked the man so long, yet all you've thought is that he liked Mitsuri, so you never made a move.

But when he asked you out today, just after your successful training, you were surprised. Obanai has taken you to a hot spring, saying that you deserve to rest after the rigorous day.

But then, before you could enter, you noticed that he seemed to act a bit anxious. This behaviour is unusual because men are usually composed all the time. So, you turned to look at him and greeted him with a warm smile. You're quite friendly to him, despite being a prospect, Tsugoku.

"Iguro-san, Are you feeling okay?"

"I am. How about you? I don't know if you like these places. I just think it can rejuvinate your body well."

You never expected that the Snake Hashira would want to make you feel better. So then you gave him a smile, which made him blush. That reaction made your heart beat faster. Why is he blushing at me?

So, you placed your hand on his forehead and checked if he had a fever. "Iguro-san, you're not sick, but you're red."

"I'm not sick." He said, swatting your hand away. You blinked and sighed. "Are you okay, though?"

"I'm okay. Don't worry about me. You should be thinking about yourself instead."

"But—"

"No buts."

"Why did you suddenly care?"

You asked him out of nowhere, which made him surprised. He was silent for a while before finally saying something that would change your perception of him.

"I like you."

Admitting his real feelings is not something that you can anticipate from someone like Obanai, but he did it, so you took it as an opportunity to say what you feel as well.

"I-I like you too."

He was astounded, but then caressed your face. "You sure? Do you want to go out with me?"

"Yes. And I would love to go on a date with you."

"I'd like to know you more. After the hot spring, let's go somewhere else."

"Date?"

"Yes. It's a date, then."

𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕!

Thank you so much for reading this~

Happy Valentine's Day y'all!

Feel free to reblog, request and comment! Will appreciate that~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

[mazeruffleposts]

Hashira's React! Pt. 2

HAPPY LATE VALENTINES DAY!!! I wanted to do something for the Hashira, especially since I haven't written for them in a hot minute now. I do plan on making a Hashira's React! special for my birthday, even though it's already passed.

Content Warning: Fluff

Word Count: 2031 words

Proofread? No.

Hashira's React to Sweetheart!Reader surprising them on Valentine's Day! Reader surprises them with something nice that they have been planning for a while!

Lacuna- A blank space. Used in place of your name

GYOMEI

Gyomei is a simple man, he never would wish for anything fancy or over the top from you, his love. Though to be honest, the holiday still snuck up on him. He had been so busy leading up to it that it had slipped his mind.

Que to him spending most of the day traveling back home after a ridiculously long mission only to find that the house is damn near empty, save for the few attendants cleaning like all is normal. You are nowhere to be found.

He assumes that you were out doing something in the nearby town and didn't think much about it. He goes to the private bathroom you two share to freshen up.

About two hours or so later, he greets you at the door with a big ol' hug.

Insert surprise Pikachu face when you inform him you want him to follow. You lead him down the path leading to a small creek near the house.

There you set up a small picnic with his and your favorite foods. To top it all off you brought out a book that you had been interested in reading for a while, but put it off till you could spend time and read it to him. Knowing that he loves your voice.

"My dear Lacuna, you are a true blessing. There is no better gift you could have given me than your time and affection. I feel loved beyond words."

TENGEN (+ Hina, Suma, And Makio)

Tengen is a sucker for the dramatic! He loves to see what all his partners come up with for special occasions and will go out of his way to help when he can. Though he can't help but feel a little bummed to think you and the other wives haven't planned anything special this year. He took it as his chance to swoop you all up for a surprise trip somewhere. The four of you WERE planning something, and for once you were able to keep him from finding out about it beforehand.

He had recently been so busy with a rather nasty demon's nest a few districts over and hadn't been able to come home for a while. The letters you all sent never spilled anything about the surprise you all had.

After trudging back home over a few days flowers in hand for each of you, he finally stepped through the threshold of the house and was greeted with the sight of all four of his partners dressed in extravagant kimonos, hair done up, and bright smiles.

The Halls and rooms of your home had decorations ranging from hanging lights to written letters proclaiming various reasons why you all love one another. The aroma of the good food you all had been helping to prepare took him by surprise a bit.

"I honestly shouldn't be as surprised as I am to find you all did something so wonderful. My heart is bursting at the seems with how much I love you, thank you."

Que Tengen taking a moment to greet each of you with a hug and a plethora of kisses.

KYOJURO

You and the lovable Flame Pillar have been together for almost a year at this point, and Kyojuro has been counting down the days to do something special for you but ended up being surprised. Coming home after a surprise rescue mission with none of the gifts he planned to shower you in, he found the hallway leading through the house covered in various flower petals.

The savory smell of your cooking, which he swears is better than anything he has had, fills his senses as he follows the path you so obviously made for him.

Doesn't know what to think when he gets to the other side of the house and sees you set up a little date spot in the garden. You in your favorite yukata, surrounded by candles with that soft smile that just melts him.

Poor man's brain shuts off at the sight of you. He was rooted to the spot in pure awe of your beauty, never noticing how your melodic voice had been calling out for him to join till you walked over to him and waved a hand in front of his face.

The blush on his face when he realized he'd been staring made you giggle. He made up for the silence and oogling by swooping you into his embrace and kissing the crown of your head.

"I must truly be a blessed man... Coming home with nothing to give but my love, yet you welcome me with open arms. My dear Lacuna, you warm my heart more than the strongest fire ever could."

OBANAI

Isn't one for the dramatics or anything regarding the holiday, even after making you his. He wouldn't ever want you to do anything for him.

Similar to Sanemi, he's not fond of dramatics in relationships till he's in one with you. Now all of a sudden he finds himself panicking as he walks home late with nothing but a couple bentos with your favorite foods.

The entire walk to your shared estate consists of him kicking himself over waiting till the last minute and trying to convince himself that you won't be upset. He should have gotten you a plush bear or something.

You're waiting on the engawa before he even enters the estate grounds. You are dressed in a yukata to match his Haori, which he blushes profusely over but will never admit, and you hold what looks like a journal and a single red rose in your hands.

When he finally gets up to you, he's panicking, but nonetheless calms down when you greet him with open arms. Suddenly he's questioning why you would have been upset with him.

He does that adorable head tilt as you explain how you know he thought the holiday was stupid, but you still wanted to do something for him. Que handing him the journal and the rose, telling him that for the past few months, you've been writing letters about your daily life while he's away accompanied by small poems just for him.

Yeah, that blush has him feeling completely flustered now. You both eat the bentos on the engawa together as he reads the journal.

"My Lacuna, the love you continue to devote to me is truly special. I hope you know you are truly my everything, even when I don't say it."

MITSURI

Is much like both Kyojuro and Tengen. She's been counting down the days to plan something rather extravagant for you. But sometimes, the simple things mean so much more

Everything however seemed to be going wrong in every possible way. Not only did she burn the food she was trying to make for you ahead of the date she planned, she got called out to a mission the day of.

Now she's walking home late, wrapped up with nothing but herself to give you. Not that you would complain...

When you answer the knocks at the door, you find your girlfriend on the brink of tears. She doesn't even notice you dressed up in a silk Kimono, instead, she flings herself into your arms apologizing.

After a few moments of you comforting her, she finally takes a look down the hallway and into the main room when candles are lit.

Que surprised face when you tell her you had heard about the surprise mission and wanted to give her a good meal and warm bed to come home to. Now she's crying again and spinning you around out of pure joy as she tells you she'll make breakfast for you in the morning and spoil you.

"Lacuna, my love! I can never express how much I truly adore you! But I will try my best to shower you with it~"

SHINOBU

Isn't one for holidays, but was planning on doing something small for you. However, she ended up too busy to go through with it and was rather bummed.

An influx of slayers needing patching up plus a whole solo mission on the edge of her district took up the majority of the day and night for her. She was practically stomping her way up the path to the separate house you two share but was shocked to find you opening the door for her with a cup of warm tea held out.

Telling her that her crow informed you of the chaos and that it was alright. After taking the tea from you, you lead her down the hallways to the large private bathroom where you set up a whole ass spa just for her. To top it off, you said you bought her a new Kimono with Sakura blossoms embroidered on it to match the one you had on. Now her cheeks feel warm

She embraces you with the first genuine smile she's had all day.

"No matter the chaos of the day, there is nothing more that I enjoy than coming home to you. Well, besides your love, my dear Lacuna~"

GIYUU

Never really paid much attention to the holiday in the first place. So it ended up sneaking up on him and now he's panicking.

Spent most of the day training at his estate while you were out. Only remembered the holiday when he went to Kocho's that afternoon to do something.

However, it gave you ample time to set up your surprise for him.

Giyuu unfortunately didn't give you a whole lot of time before he came back, BUT you were able to set up the main room for a cuddle space.

Came in as you were setting up the snack stash and ended up staring at you as you rearranged the literal mountain of blankets and pillows to your liking.

Got spooked by you squealing as you turned around to him staring. Spent the next few minutes mentally banging his head on the wall because he should have said something.

Was genuinely surprised to hear that you had planned spending the night cuddling him and showering him with affection. Was also surprised when you brushed off the fact that he didn't have anything for you. He thought you'd be upset, but was shocked to hear that it wasn't required to gift you something, that all you wanted was him as himself.

"There's very little I could do to properly show how grateful I am to have you in my life, my Lacuna... Trust when I say you are a blessing to me."

SANEMI

Similar to both Giyuu and Obanai, he doesn't care for the holiday until it hits him smack dab in the face and now he's panicking trying to figure out what to do for you.

You were well aware of his dislike for the holiday but still wanted to do something to show your appreciation for the man. For the month leading up to the holiday you'd been sneaking small purchases and hiding them away in your shared home.

He had a feeling you were up to something but never could find anything out of the ordinary.

After a rather disappointing meeting with a few of the Hashira to discuss recent demon activity, he came home socially exhausted.

You met him at the door with a gift basket. Its contents are hidden by colored paper with a note attached. His name is written by your hand on it surrounded by various colored hearts.

Didn't know how to react when you practically shoved it in his hands. After a few minutes of convincing, you got him to read the small letter.

Big, bad, buff Sanemi Shinazugawa was on the verge of tears as he read the heartfelt confession you made him explaining all the things you loved about it. Did in fact shed a tear when you said you couldn't put everything on it that you wanted to say.

Opening the gift he found various homemade sweets, including Ohagi.

"My dove, you continue to shower me with love even when I feel undeserving of it. There is nothing in this world that I wouldn't do for you~"

You still managed to surprise him with matching Kimono's the next morning that he begrudgingly wore just for you.

Credits to @cafekitsune for the dividers used in this post. They are wonderful, go show them some love!!!

[signedeclipse]

Signed with Love - Hashira

What is this? - A valentines gift to my lovely fem!readers! Its valentines/love letters cards from your favourites <3

Characters - Giyuu | Gyomei | Kyojuro | Mitsuri | Muichiro | Obanai | Sanemi | Shinobu | Uzui

Series Parts Kamaboko Squad - HERE Upper Moons - HERE

Giyuu

To my dearest, Please be my valentine. I'm sorry for not asking sooner or in person, but I just find it easier asking here. You never know who might be listening. I'd rather not do anything too extravagent, but you can come over whenever you want on the fourteenth and I'll have the day off to do whatever you'd like. Love you. Tomioka

Gyomei

Darling, You know I love you more than anything else in this universe, so won't you be my valentine? I promise to take great care of you, and while I don't like the idea of you wanding alone I would be happy to take you hiking so you can finally enjoy the mountains I grew up in. Dress warm, Yours, Gyomei

Kyojuro

Good evening, sparks! I am so happy knowing that once again I am lucky enough to call you my valentine! I'm sure every man envies that Ive stolen you away, haha! You've been speaking plenty of that theater show, so I got us tickets to go and see it! I do not know much of theater, but I would be delighted to see what it's all about. You've always ignited my passions, From your favourite hashira!

Mitsuri

Hey cutie!! You know this is my favourite holiday in the whole entire world! I am so happy that this is my first year actually haveing a valentine, so I want to go all out! How about we go to a buffet we have never been to before and after we can do some shopping! Maybe some matching pyjamas? How does that sound? Please reply ASAP! I am so excited, Your lover girl <3

Muichiro

Dear [Y/N]-chan, Something important is coming up, and you are special to me. If I'm being honest, I don't remember what its called, so I'll just ask you to be mine. I know you've always wanted to go, so I am going to be taking you to the swordsmith village to enjoy the pools. Just don't freak out if you wake up blindfolded. You can trust me, From... me.

Obanai

Dear Serpentine, I do not typically fancy holidays, but on this special occassion I want to celebrate you, especially since I know I'll have the day off- assuming nothing arises. Perhaps its about time we get you your own snake, I am sure Kuburamaru would appreciate a friend, and then you won't be sad when we are both gone on missions. Figure out which breed you want, and I'll find one. Obanai + Kuburamaru

Sanemi

Yo, babe. Since I actually have a valentine this year, I figured its special enough to do something fancy. I'm going to take you out to Tokyo city for a nice dinner, but keep is discreet. I don't need anyone else tagging along. You can dress however the hell you want, but the less the better. Can't wait to see you, The better Shinazugawa

Shinobu

Greetings, Love! I was so busy planning to ask you I hadn't realized you were already off on your mission! So i'll do it this way so their isn't too little time to prepare. For valentines, would you like to come with me to the city? I have a few things I need to pick up, but I know you grew up near it and I would love to have a taste of your home. Whatever you'd like to do, Shinobu Kocho of the Butterfly Estate

Uzui

To our treasured girl, Normally I don't do this kind of thing, but with a new adition to our marriage we all agree it's about time to do something special! I'm going to be treating you and the girls to a dinner on valentines, but the girls thought you could all spend the day before together for 'galentines'. Be ready by 4:00 pm tomorrow and they'll grab ya. Don't have too much fun without me, Tengen, 𝐻𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓊, ᗰᗩKIO, 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚊

Authors Note - Way past valentines but I still wanted to put it out there since I started it! I wont be doing lower moons sadly because I want to get to all my requestst again, but I hope you all enjoyed the event!

Disclaimer - All characters within have been aged up to at least 18 or older, and have been altered to reflect such change as needed.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Oi Could Do Yandere Hashiras Reaction To Their Shy Male S/O Give Them Letters With Love Decorations And Chocolates

I'll do two of them 🖤🖤🖤

Valentines  |  Yandere Demon Slayer

You’ve made something sweet for your beloved Hashira, a tradition they are completely not used to. But for all their struggle and strife this is a wonderful gift its like you’re silently condoning all the bloodshed they’ve done in your name: 

Rengoku Kyojuro

“Hahaha a letter from my beloved!”

He’s elated 

He doesn’t care where you got the custom or idea of it

Or how you were able to even make chocolate in the first place

But he cherishes it nonetheless

Filling him with vigor for days

Gyomei Himejima

“What a thoughtful sentiment.”

He really thinks so 

Its just a shame braille isn’t all that easy to send

And he’d very much rather hear it from your lovely voice instead

But the chocolate’s a good substitute

Really anything from you is gift itself

[sandwitchstories]

Sandwitchstories Master List

I think I am at that point where I need to make one of these!

List will be kept up to date with new links added as I post them!

Fics are sorted by fandom, the pairings are labeled and they are clearly marked SFW/NSFW. Read at your own risk! lol I hope you enjoy your trip into my brain rot!

Fandoms I currently write for: Jujutsu Kaisen (JJK), Demon Slayer (KNY), Fairy Tail and Buddy Daddies

List is under cut as it is over 40 links long!

Jukutsu Kaisen (JJK) Fics

For Better and For Worse (Sukuna x Y/N - NSFW) - new! Posted 6.6.24

But When It Comes To You (Sukuna x Y/N - NSFW) - new! Posted 6.15.24

Daddy's Girl (Head Canons about Sukuna as a Daddy - SFW) - new! Posted 6.16.24

Demon Slayer (KNY) Fics

Accidentally Happily Ever After (Sanemi Shinazugawa x Y/N Surprise Pregnancy - NSFW - Three Chapters) COMPLETED with the NEW and FINAL Chapter as of 6/11/2024!

Say It (Sanemi Shinazugawa x Y/N - NSFW)

Twin Flames (Kyojuro Rengoku x KNY OC, Rengoku Demon AU - NSFW - Multiple Chapters- Ongoing)

Hot For Teacher (Kyojuro Rengoku x Y/N - NSFW)

The Frog(tied) Princess (Kyojuro Rengoku x Y/N - NSFW - Sequel to Hot For Teacher but can be read alone)

Grown Up Birthday Blues (Kyojuro Rengoku x Y/N - Happy Birthday, Kyojuro! posted 5/10/2024 - NSFW)

Wildfire (Kyojuro Rengoku x Y/N - NSFW)

Fools Rush In (Kyojuro Rengoku x Y/N - NSFW) - New posted- 5/31/24

The Shy Guy (Shinjuro Rengoku x Y/N - NSFW) - New posted - 6/1/24

Buddy Daddies

Bitey Daddies (Vampire AU- SFW)

I'm no hero, and I'm not made of stone (Kazuki Kurusu x Rei Suwa - SFW)

I Choose You (Kazuki Kurusu x Rei Suwa - SFW)

Jump Around (Rei Suwa - SFW)

The Diabolical Grandpa (Kazuki Kurusu x Rei Suwa SFW)

Fairy Tail

A Game of Facades (Erza Scarlet x Jellal Fernandes - Evil Erza AU- for the Fairy Tail Reverse Bang 2022 mildly NSFW)

3G: Gay Girls Ghost Hunting (Erza Scarlett x MiraJane Strauss - for the Fairy Tail Reverse Bang 2022- SFW)

The Little Spoon (Laxus Dreyar x Orga Nanagear - SFW)

Electric Love (Laxus Dreyar x Freed Justine - SFW)

Lost and Found (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - SFW - first meeting - Shadowlight week 2021 Day 1- Prompt- First)

The Story Of Us (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney- SFW - Collection Link. Individual links are below)

A Bet On Love (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - SFW - Story of Us)

There is love (Minerva POV after returning to Sabertooth - Story of Us - SFW)

There will always be rocks in the road ahead of us (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - Engagement- Story of Us - SFW)

Groomzilla (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - Story of Us - SFW version)

Chaos, Cookies, and Casseroles (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - Story of Us - SFW)

Your love is like glitter (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - Valentine's Day- Story of Us - SFW)

The Tiniest Tiger (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - Proud Parents - Story of Us - SFW)

Shadowlight Week 2023 prompts-

Anything For Love (Day 1 Prompt -Dare- Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - SFW)

The Monster Mash (Day 2 Prompt - Thrill/Undress - Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - NSFW)

Showtime (Day 3 Prompt - Watching - Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney NSFW)

Lion Bears, Bugs and Potions OH MY! ( Day 4 Prompt- Monsters/Potions - Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - SFW)

In Your Love (Day 5 Prompt - Sweet/Spice - Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - SFW)

Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney NSFW One Shots (Yes this gets its own section)

A Little Bit Older On This Roller Coaster (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney NSFW)

Groomzilla (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney NSFW)

You're the night, You're the light (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney NSFW)

Totally Worth It (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney NSFW)

Simply Eerie-sistable (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - Halloween - NSFW)

Sex For Breakfast (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney NSFW)

Feel The Beat Of My Heart As The Count Down Starts (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - New Years - NSFW)

Older Fairy Tail stories I wrote and abandoned but may some day rewrite or pick up again (These are like an honorable mention lol my early days in fic writing)

Enchanting Dragons (Rogue Cheney x OC - Dragons AU- contains some NSFW)

Kids, Cats, and Dragon Slayers- Oh my! (Sting x Rogue x OC - poly family, contains some NSFW)

By The River (Rogue Cheney x OC - contains some NSFW)

Magic and Mayhem (Rogue Cheney x OC - Mob AU)

Truly Madly Deeply (Rogue Cheney x OC- NSFW)

The Welcome Home Dance (Rogue Cheney x OC- NSFW)

The Sweetest Taboo (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney x Yukino Aguria- NSFW)

[silverynight]

Mitsuri, yes, would definitely win the competition for Best Valentine for Tanjiro. She is the Love Hashira, after all!

But I think Kyojuro would also win, since out of all them, he's the family man. Pretty sure Kyojuro would pick up that the best gift to give Tanjiro, would involve his family. And he totally does that! (It's also a way to show that Kyojuro is a surprisingly good artist? Cause he draws Tanjiro's family by the description he gets and he nails it!)

Tengen would be too flashy for Tanjiro, but he'd appreciate it, cause Tengen went out of his way.

Also, Rui and the Upper Moons would compete, too, but that's another headache all on its own. (They all agree, even Muzan, that Douma needs to be kept far away, though. :3)

At some point Tanjirou starts crying because he's been through a lot and feels so appreciated and loved now! He's so happy he can't help but get all teary-eyed.

And yeah, everyone makes sure Douma is nowhere to be seen that day; he'd ruin everything.

[meowzfordayz]

MILESTONE 15.0 (compiled)

Author’s Note: compiled masterlist for MILESTONE 15.0 !! Click here for masterlist only.

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Kamado Tanjirou x Reader, Kanroji Mitsuri x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~6,100

CW: provided before each drabble

~faqs~

Title by Song Artist; ~Word Count; CW

Valentine by 5 Seconds of Summer; 400; explicit language, mild sexual content

“What do you want for Valentine’s Day?” Obanai asks gruffly, voice muffled beneath the heat and steam of the shower.

“Shuld’t you al-eady ‘o’ 'at?” you retort, words lumped incoherently thanks to the ungodly amount of toothpaste that squirted onto your toothbrush moments earlier.

“Shit.”

“You 'ropped ta so'p,” you snort, eyes rolling knowingly.

“The fuck are you saying?” he grunts, metal rings sliding loudly across the curtain rod as his bedraggled, sopping hair peeks out at you, “Finish brushing your teeth.”

“You fivish brus'ing yo'r teef!”

“You’ve got a little…” reaching a mischievous hand toward you, “There!” as he smears his thumb from the corner of your mouth to the bottom of your chin, grinning at the mess of toothpaste, drool, and water, your indignant shriek only compounding his satisfaction.

“Obanai,” venmo curling your lip, internally cursing as The Mess™ drips onto your foot, “I swear I’m going to-”

“Finish brushing your teeth?” he interrupts, eyelashes fluttering, water droplet gliding elegantly off the tip of his nose, shower curtain clutched ever so cutely to his chest.

“No,” promptly spitting out the remaining toothpaste, flipping your middle finger at him, “I’m going to go to bed.”

“Without telling me what you want for Valentine’s Day?” he scowls, flicking water at your finger, “Do you truly want for nothing?”

Whining now, you cross your arms, wiping your foot on the bathmat, “I want you to be nice to me.”

“No you don’t,” he immediately quips, releasing the shower curtain, once more disappearing from view, faucet squeaking as he turns off the water.

“Oh loveliest looove?”

“I hate you,” you mutter.

“Pretty please could you hand me a towel?”

“Nope.”

“I’ll let you dry off my butt.”

You huff, eyes narrowing at the traitorous appeal warming your stomach.

“Aaand my penis?”

Ugh.

“FINE, for fuck’s sake, you can dry off my balls too.”

Hehehe. You grab a towel from the rack.

“But only if you tell me what you want for Valentine’s Day.”

You freeze, reconsidering the bargain, “I wasn’t kidding.”

“I’m very nice to you!”

“Annoying and nice aren’t synonymous,” you scoff.

“But You love me and Obanai are!” he protests.

“That makes literally no sense.”

“You make literally no sense!”

You wait, towel fluffy against your heartbeat, amusement etched permanent and crinkled around your eyes.

“I’m getting fucking cold.”

You smirk.

“So step onto the bathmat? I’ve got your towel ready.”

“Cherish my balls, carefully,” he demands, still hiding in the shower, plick plick plick steady as he begins shivering.

“I will cherish your balls,” silently counting to three before you finally tack on, “Carefully.”

~~~

You Will Find Me by Alex & Sierra; 300; mild sexual content

Kyojuro has never told you outright, but his favorite part of date night is after date night. After giggling over buttery popcorn, wincing as your lips become mildly irritated from too much salt (he didn’t mean for the salt shaker’s lid to pop off!), insisting he isn’t crying as the end credits roll; after a spontaneous mini golf outing, grinning every time you complete a course before him, chest puffing happily as you tell him again and again I haven’t done this since I was a kid, thank you Kyo; after beating you in chess, Rummy, Connect 4, Monopoly, heck even Chutes or Snakes and Ladders (what can he say? he’s been lucky ever since he met you), sheepish as you jokingly glare at him, apologetic kisses promptly sprinkled across your nose and cheeks.

His favorite part of date night is getting to watch you undress, the subtle lines of tiredness and your indefinitely growing to-do list fading faintly from sight, veneer of devotion and desire separating real life and right now. Getting to tuck strands of hair behind your ear, thumb pausing on the softness of your earlobe, heat grazing your spatial consciousness as he steps closer — this is his favorite part. Gentle words murmured inaudible, because, well, their contents don’t exactly matter.

How could they? When his hands grasp warm and steady on your hips, smile radiant as usual, your low exhale breathy and familiar. How could sweet nothings compare to the sensual everything of his mouth? Sucking light and moist at the dip between your collarbone and neck, traversing slow and patient to your other collarbone. How could hurried phrases, uttered in lust and with urgency, compare to the languid, honest adoration of his tongue? Flicking coy and then decisive, exploratory and then comfortable, tracing the outlines of your sighs, reiterating his promise that We share more than lust.

Because as much as he loves after date night, he craves the taste of your soul long after the caress of your pleasure cools.

His heart forever stained the color of your laughter.

~~~

10,000 Hours by Dan + Shay ft. Justin Bieber; 300; none

“You did what now?” you gasp, eyes wide, ready to smack Gyomei’s shoulder.

“Um…”

“What did you do?” you repeat, face hot, disbelief furrowing your brow.

“I bought you 10,000 roses?”

“Well don’t ask me,” you snap, “Did you, or didn’t you? Why did you?” exasperation creeping in at the mental image of the bedroom packed full of roses Perhaps the living room would be better.

“You don’t want 10,000 roses?”

You pause at the sheepish softness in his voice, gentle hands grasping yours, held tender against his chest, his next words rumbling sweetly through your fingertips.

“I would buy you 10,000 roses to commemorate the 10,000 hours I have dedicated to you, and infinite roses to commemorate the infinite hours I hope to dedicate to you.”

“How much would 10,000 roses cost?” you groan, blinking anxiously at the thought of the bill, “Do we have that much money?” eyes narrowing suspiciously, “Do you have that much money?” realization registering as you scowl accusingly, “So you didn’t buy me 10,000 roses?”

“But I would!” raising your knuckles to his lips, grinning as you fluster.

With a huff, you tug your hands back, arms crossing, “Not funny, Gyomei. Do you know how frantic I was trying to calculate how indebted we’d be? I hate math. Let alone where they’d go without rendering an entire room unusable!”

Pouting, he reaches for your hands again, grip tightening slightly, tone amused, “We’d be about $35,000 in debt, depending on where I bought them from.”

Your aghast expression doesn’t stop him from kissing your palms, pressing them to his cheeks, waiting for your inevitable sigh as you finally melt into his touch.

“One,” you murmur into his shirt, “You can buy me one rose.”

~~~

My Song Too by Hunter Hayes; 400; none

Giyuu still sings along to that song whenever it comes up on shuffle, softly murmured lyrics bringing a melancholy smile to his lips, haunted depth to his stare, as he remembers how you’d tease him for his Abysmal singing.

Singing out loud had always been a private activity for him, reserved for quiet morning showers and long walks down empty sidewalks after checking once, twice, three times that he was truly alone. Embarrassment played a role, but acute awareness of how torturous his singing would be for any unfortunate soul that happened to be nearby was the main reason — he’s a thoughtful fellow, thank you very much.

—

And then he met you.

Cliche? Yes. Beautiful? Yes. Too close to touch, too far to taste? Yes.

—

When discussing hobbies, singing had remained meticulously hidden under board games, appreciating nature, and fluffing and reorganizing throw pillows (don’t ask). Already astonished that you stayed after his fluffing-and-reorganizing reveal, he was reluctant to sully your perception of him any further, gently pressing the reins of conversation into your hands for the remainder of your evening together.

The first time you’d heard him sing was the first morning you woke in his bed, faint pitter patter of the shower running, worn and cozy blankets tucked carefully under your chin, something sounding like a nails-on-chalkboard rendition of Marry The Night (by Lady Gaga) rattling through the cracked opened bedroom door… so falling back asleep wasn’t an option, but basking in the vulnerability—and amusement—of your newfound understanding of Tomioka Giyuu felt even warmer than sunshine.

—

And then came the storm.

A melody of missed calls, sporadic texts, constantly running late, kisses as stoic as his public facade.

He’d promised he loved you, reiterated over and over again, as he belted One Direction in the car beside you, attempted John Legend to serenade you, and even wrote a couple of songs for you, both pinned stubborn and unforgettable to the tatters of your heart.

But for all the lyrics he caressed into your skin, you rarely sang with him.

Giyuu still sings along to that song whenever it comes up on shuffle, mouthing your part as a familiar aching fills the silence of letting you slip away.

~~~

Move Together by James Bay; 300; none

“Sweetheart,” Tanjirou tries again, gentle fingertips resting atop your shoulder, frown deepening when you shrug him off, “Could we cuddle?” poking lightly at the back of your head, “Please?”

Huffing quietly, you tuck your nose further into the edge of the comforter, knees scrunched into your stomach, staring straight ahead.

“I miss you,” he switches tactics, momentary contentment flitting across his face as your scent softens… concern returning to his brow as you stiffen once more.

If you missed me, then you wouldn’t be leaving is your unspoken bitterness, sourness in the way you bite your lip as you continue ignoring him.

“I know you’re not mad,” he murmurs, chest emanating his familiar heat as he dares to scoot closer, “You’re upset that I’m leaving,” arm reaching over your side in search of your hand, “I’m upset too.”

Shut up you swallow tightly, eyes glistening at his touch, involuntarily linking your fingers with his, silent relief loosening your lungs as his own relief—a sigh—grazes audible against your skin.

“I never want to leave,” whispered into your hair, “I always want to stay here,” body curving tender and confident around yours, “After this conference, I’m going to tell them I can’t travel for such extended periods anymore.”

That grabs your attention, eyes widening as you roll over abruptly, forehead nearly bumping his.

“You’re kidding?!”

A simple, warm smile tugs at his mouth, his leg nudging itself between yours, hopeful and longing scents melting into each other as you finally meet his gaze.

“Not in the slightest.”

“You promise?”

Because you couldn’t take it if he didn’t.

“With all that I am.”

Because he wouldn’t forgive himself if he didn’t.

~~~

Good For You - Acoustic by Castro; 500; none

Giyuu waits outside your apartment, umbrella in hand, as rain falls soft and certain.

“Giyuu!” you exclaim, front door slamming behind you as you greet him with a dizzying grin, “I can’t believe it’s raining,” oblivious to the warmth tickling across his cheeks, “I’m gonna be soaked, I was in such a rush, didn’t grab my umbrella,” sticking out a foot, “And definitely didn’t wear the right shoes.”

Silently, he opens his umbrella, pulse fluttering as you promptly latch onto his arm, faint whisper of a smile lighting up his face.

“My hero!” you sigh dramatically, “You’re so pretty when you smile, did y'know that?” poking carelessly at his face.

Grunting at your antics, and resisting the urge to catch your wrist and brush his lips to your knuckles, he allows himself a fleeting moment of contentment, memorizing the heat of your body pressed into the tension of his, almost wishing he hadn’t brought his umbrella so he could’ve offered you his jacket instead.

“I brought extra socks,” he murmurs.

“Extra socks?”

He nods solemnly, “I figured you wouldn’t wear rainboots.”

“I didn’t want to be late!” you gasp, eyes wide in mock offense, “Besides, it’s just a little rain! I can handle it!”

“I know,” he shrugs simply, “Just like you can handle looking out the window or checking the weather on your phone while getting ready.”

“When you sleep waaay past your alarm, you relinquish various luxuries,” you retort, flicking his ear.

Snorting, he moves the umbrella slightly, chuckling lowly when you let out an indignant shriek, raindrops cascading onto your shoulder, clinging tighter to him with a damp glare.

“GIYUU!”

“Hm?” he blinks, overly polite, “Did you get wet?”

“Yes,” you growl, not-so-stealthily attempting to stomp on his toes, pouting as he smoothly avoids your wrath, “Because someone moved the umbrella!”

“Ah, well, that wasn’t very nice of that someone.”

“If you want a hug, then you could ask for one,” you scowl, “No need to resort to violent methods.”

“My methods are never violent,” he deadpans.

“Do you want a hug though?”

“Never.”

Hating himself as the brightness of your stare dims, cold distance shoving itself between you, releasing his arm with an awkward squeak, followed by a gentle smack, his chest hardly feeling a thing.

“You have got to work on your emotional constipation!” you groan, stare bright once more, “If you want a hug, then I’ll hug you!” smirking fondly, “We’re friends Giyuu! I mean, you brought extra socks for me!” rolling your eyes, “If you can do that, then surely you can ask me for a hug?”

“Of course,” he practically whispers, falling, falling, falling into your glow, “I’ll ask, next time.”

With a satisfied huff, you reattach yourself to his arm, entirely unaware of the downpour flooding his heart, drowning in the reassurance of your touch.

~~~

Kiss Me Like You Mean It by Kate Yeager; 400; mild sexual content

“You’re really leaving me?” you whine, head sticking out from under the covers, sunlight tickling your nose.

“It’s Tuesday,” Muichiro shrugs, smiling softly at your bedhead, “Work beckons,” bare chest disappearing from view as he buttons up his shirt.

“Tuesday, schmuesday,” you huff, “It’s Valentine’s Day,” curling a sly finger toward him, “And I’m beckoning too,” winking exaggeratedly, “So what’s it gonna be? Work…” stretching in what you hope is a sexy manner, “Or me?”

Shaking his head, he allows himself a breath to admire your cozy, sunlit face, snorting inwardly at how you look more like a lump than anything remotely seductive, “You realize that would be more effective without the blankets on?”

“You realize how cold I would be without the blankets on?” you retort, promptly pulling the covers up and over your head, voice muffled as you sulk, “Whatever, go to work, see if I care. I’ll just have all the orgasms by myself.”

Gasping playfully, he steps quietly toward the bed, amusement in his tone, “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh I would!” you quip, legs moving beneath the covers, “You’re gonna be late for work, by the way,” hips lifting to tug down your flannel pants, “Don’t mind me,” grunting at the effort required to strip while submerged in blankets, “Nothing to worry about here!”

Rolling his eyes, he stands beside you, knees barely brushing the mattress, waiting for you to resurface.

“Can’t- Breathe!” you exclaim, head finally popping out again, swallowing your surprised shriek with practiced ease when his proximity eventually registers, “MUICHIRO!”

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” he declares calmly.

“I already said that!” cheeks hot as his fingertips trace along the underside of your jaw, “What about work?”

“I’ll call in sick,” he murmurs, eyes narrowing at the dilation of your pupils, “If that’s okay with you?”

You nod wordlessly, abdomen warming, still in mild disbelief that your teasing actually accomplished something.

“Mind helping me undress?” he asks smoothly, hovering above your eager hands, chuckling as you reach for the top button.

“You planned this,” you mutter accusingly, “Bet you requested today off weeks in advance.”

He doesn’t answer, opting instead to kiss your forehead, your nose, your ears, melting into the scent of you and your delighted giggles, scooping you into his embrace as soon as you undo the last button.

“Maybe,” he whispers into your skin, “Maybe I did.”

~~~

8 Letters by Why Don’t We; 300; mild sexual content

From the beginning, I love you has burned slow on Giyuu’s tongue. What started with a tentative wave—Is that him?—snowflakes caressing the softness of your hair, excitement expanding your chest, pavement crunching beneath your boots—He’s more handsome than he gave himself credit for—all the while a subtle, sweet warmth tickled the back of his throat… What continued with finally understanding familiar, the gleam in his eyes, thigh snug against yours, amusement curling his lips—I can get us another blanket, no need to hog—shaking his head fondly as you nuzzled your nose into his shoulder, pointing firmly at the tv—You can’t miss anything!—already knowing better than to mention—We could pause it—lest you shot your daggered glare at his already trembling heart… all the while an irrevocable heat twirled certain and spicy from the pinpricks of his taste buds to the roof of his mouth. What blossomed into an aching, playful, wild masterpiece, laughter stealing your breath as your smile stole his—You’re not funny!—hopelessly poking at his cheeks, unwilling to sip from your overflowing cup of devotion, spilling through to the secrets in his bones—Then why are you laughing?—smugness in his tone, honest longing in his gaze—Because I love you!—declared without judgment or expectation… all the while, a searing epiphany begging to jump, I’ve never felt this way before still clinging afraid and unaware to the tip of his tongue. “I love you,” he murmurs on a fairly regular Tuesday, “I love you a lot.” Flames somehow stronger as he seeks to smother them in your embrace, tracing your lips, your mouth, the smoothness of your jaw, the pulse within your neck; a promise of Until the sun ceases to set as he presses I love you into every inch of your skin.

~~~

Never Was by REAVES ft. Katelyn Tarver; 400; none

Sanemi keeps his apartment as bare as his heart's been since you walked out. It didn't end with a bang, tears, or even a raised voice, but with the depth of your pleading eyes stenciled permanently across the scar tissue of his regret. Some days, he contemplates getting them tattooed onto his sternum, their dry lashes, familiar heaviness, and all. Other days, he wishes he had bottled the flutter of his skin whenever you touched him, the criss crossed numbness in his chest tenderly and decisively worn away by your stubborn, adoring fingertips until he could finally—miraculously—feel his pulse.

Most days, he misses you.

He misses the trinkets and knick knacks lining his shelves, the occasional spoon or fork left in his kitchen sink, and the scent of your commitment to him lingering on his pillowcase (because apparently he always had the comfier pillow, even when he'd secretly switch them).

He misses the random sock popping up in his laundry from time to time, immediately texting you—Look what I found...—because you'd lamented its lost two weeks ago. He even misses the dreaded noise of something shattering behind him, already anticipating your sheepish, frantic explanation as he sighs and braces himself—Really? You had to target my favorite mug?

He misses you.

Perhaps, definitely, he should've told you. Should've told you how you inspired him to do better. To be better. Should've laid out his bare bones for you to understand just how much better. Should've pressed his secrets into your warm, safe palms for you to understand just how much worse he could be. How much worse he'd been.

And he absolutely should've showed you, despite having never fully done so.

Should've showed you how capable and strong he could be. How gently he could love; how earnestly he could cherish you. How even as you stripped him of his pride, his silence, his animosity — he could still hold your hand as your equal. Not lean on you. Not take you for granted. Not shiver in the fragility of his reflection and rebirth. How he could build you up as you tore him down, providing what you needed just as you gave breath to him.

Sanemi keeps a single photo of your brilliant smile: as soft and promising as he never was.

~~~

You & I by One Direction; 400; none

"I'm surprised we've been together for so many years," Giyuu remarks softly, his hand cool and calloused as it envelops yours.

To anyone else, his statement could feel offensive, and not particularly suitable for a Valentine's stroll, but you aren't anyone else.

"Me too," you chuckle, eyebrows pinched slightly, fingers wiggling playful and sweaty in his grip, "You're way too sophisticated for me."

"I'm the opposite of sophisticated," he deadpans, stepping off abruptly, dirt sinking beneath his boots, lips warm and fleeting against your forehead, "Your statement's impossible."

"Impossible?" you snort, "Have you seen yourself in a suit and tie?" winking as the usual flush creeps up his neck, "I'd call you sophisticated," voice lowering teasingly, "And then some."

Shrugging, his free hand tugs lightly at the hairs tickling his nape, lifting your knuckles to his mouth, "I hate it. Suits are too fancy, and ties are too confusing."

"You can hate something, and still wear it well," you're undeterred, body pressing close to him as your words press even closer, "Fortunately, I only require a couple nicer evenings out per month."

And thank gosh for that he sighs audibly, fond smile grazing your skin, "Do you think you've gained more spending your years with me than spending them..." alone? Or with somebody else? "... not with me?"

Bright laughter greets his tentative question, letting go of his hand to fidget with the lapels of his coat, your delayed response filling the distance between his anxiety and your certainty with a familiar hum.

Well? he almost pushes, generally so indifferent, yet somehow so pliant and demanding in your palms.

"I can't say whether I've gained more," you begin slowly, "But I can say I'm content with you," nodding firmly, "I can say I like you, I love you, that I'm in love with you," patting his cheeks, swallowing a giggle as his flush creeps up further, "And I can say that my feelings for you are stronger and happier than any desire to worry about what might've been," squishing his cheeks for good measure, his nose and ears pink as ever.

"I feel similarly."

And although part of you wants to cross your arms and huff—Really Giyuu? I answered you with a passionate monologue, and you give me a blunt sentence?—a larger part of you is touched by his echoed sentiment, knowing all too well by now that your beloved, sophisticated man would rather hold an umbrella over you while getting soaked himself than utter anything verging on romantic.

In fact, you suspect he may be missing romance and its acquaintances from his personal dictionary altogether.

~~~

Bonfire Heart by James Blunt; 600; explicit language, implied alcohol, mild sexual content

After a day, what will you think?

The softness in your eyes makes Sanemi balk inwardly—Maybe I should’ve buttoned more of my shirt?—creeping tendrils of intrigue and pity spilling from your stare; wrapping around his wrists, along his arms, caressing the scars across his chest and torso; your mouth opening then closing then opening again.

“What?” he snaps, stalking toward you, “You are [y/n], right?”

Fucking blind dates as he struggles with the buttons of his shirt; Fuck Tengen and his wives the closer he gets, buttons still uncooperative; Fuck Obanai and his worrying watching warmth fill your cheeks; Fuck their colluding wondering how on earth they thought you’d be a match for him.

“You know, I was warned you’d be underdressed,” you finally remark, faint humor and light awkwardness in your tone, “No need to make yourself uncomfortable.

They got a warning? he nearly snarls, promptly giving up on the buttons Why didn’t I get a warning that they’d be severely overdressed?

"But you look nice,” you offer a small smile, holding out your hand, “[y/n],” compliment tumbling from your mouth before you can stop it, “And you smell good.”

I smell good?! his glare sharpens, rough hand practically smacking yours as he grips your fingers, “Shinazugawa Sanemi. I’m hungry.”

Your skin feels… polite. Kind. For a fleeting moment, he imagines your fingertips cool and gentle against the tautness of his back.

“And, uh,” swallowing thickly, avoiding your gaze, “You look nice too,” sighing loudly, “Nicer than me.”

After a week, how will you feel?

“No way, a second date?!” Obanai exclaims, enthusiastically punching Sanemi’s shoulder.

“I’m offended,” Sanemi scowls, fixated on his phone, scrolling diligently for the perfect gif.

“And I’m surprised,” Obanai retorts, snatching Sanemi’s phone with a sly grin, “What’s occupying you, buddy?” grin widening when he realizes exactly who Sanemi’s texting.

“Fuck off,” Sanemi groans, not even bothering to wrestle for his phone.

“How long have you been searching for cute cat gif?” Obanai cackles gleefully.

“Fuck. Off.”

“Dinner and drinks on me tonight!”

“The fuck?”

“Tengen thought you wouldn’t survive five minutes. I thought you’d fall head over heels.”

“Head over heels?”

“Dude, you are the world’s driest texter, and suddenly you’re interested in cute. Cat. Gifs?”

“Whatever,” Sanemi mutters, resisting the urge to toss Obanai through the wall, “You’re driving,” and I’m getting wasted.

After a month, what will you want?

“Nemi,” you murmur, carefully poking his bicep, “Did you hear me?”

Oh I fucking heard you.

“Are…” you inhale deeply, thumbs stroking smoothly over his calloused palms, “Are we dating?”

What else would we be?

“Like, is this casual? Are we official? Monogamous? What…” trailing off as his breath catches, “… what are we?”

Blunt as ever, he grits out, “What do you want?”

“I want to date you, officially, nobody else involved,” your wry smile seeping through his stiffness, “But you seem, upset?”

Shit he blinks Maybe Tengen had a point exhaling lowly I’m hopeless.

“I’M NOT UPSET!”

“But you’re yelling?” your eyebrows furrowed.

“BECAUSE I LIKE YOU!”

Oops Sanemi blushes, embarrassment promptly melting as your arms fling around his neck, forehead knocking into his Oof, your joy so radiant he has to consciously stop himself from shying away The hell is this?

“I like you!” you squeal, lips squishy and determined as you kiss him once, twice, until he’s noticeably red, “You’re so fucking dumb,” biting playfully at the tip of his nose, “And I really like you.”

After a year, why will you stay?

“Sanemi?”

“Hm?”

“Do you still like me?”

“Babe,” deadpan, “I love you.”

“Buuut you still like me too?”

“More than anything.”

~~~

Where You Are by Gavin Degraw; 400; none

Kamado Tanjirou. Tanjirou. — The man who traces love into your skin every time he holds your hand, calloused thumb rugged and adoring against the center of your palm. “Let’s stay like this forever,” bright grin so familiar, yet somehow always catching you off guard, “Okay?” — The man who rings your doorbell at 2am, eyes tired, bedhead evident, limbs warm and sturdy as he embraces your shaky frame, careful to avoid stepping on your bare feet. “Tan? Why’re you here?” murmured drowsily. “You had a bad dream,” he says, the rush of scrambling around in the dark for the past half an hour ebbing as you sink into his chest. “To be fair, I didn’t expect you to see that text until the morn-” “And I don’t expect you to sleep poorly,” he hushes you softly, “I’m here now, aren’t I?” “I suppose,” you shrug, clammy fingers reaching up to stroke his cheek, “Let’s get in bed.” The man who sets his wet shoes neatly by the front door, tugged willingly along by your gentle grip until you’re folded into each other, dreamless touch finally lulling you to rest. — The man whose actions speak louder than words, stumbling over sentences and paragraphs, fixing his mistakes with an apologetic smile, commitment to you apparent… even as he accidentally ruins your favorite pot while cooking mac and cheese. “Seriously?!” you exclaim, mouth open slightly, eyes wide, a long exhale following as you blink slowly, “Kamado Tanjirou.” “That’s me!” he squeaks, face red, eyebrows furrowed. “You couldn’t have experimented with a different pot?” poking at the burnt mess with a partially melted spatula, “Or how about sparing my spatula?!!” “I’m sorry!” “That’s it, we’re going on a date.” “Huh?!” “We’ll take one of those couples’ cooking classes,” you huff darkly, “Because clearly someone needs it.” “I’m normally fine at cooking!” he protests, itching to rattle off all of his usual repertoire, “I just…” “You just…?” “ForgotIwascookingsomething.” — The man who shows up when it’s important, and when you insist that it’s not, because he knows better. Knows better than to ever leave you hanging, leave you wondering, leave you hurting at the thought of more. “Thank you for loving me,” you whisper, moonlight glistening on his eyelashes. “Thank you for loving me,” he whispers back, wishing he could weave the starlight in your eyes.

~~~

Not Yet by Brett Young; 400; alcohol

I’m in love with you Mitsuri realizes as you reach for the bottle of rosé, dry fingers brushing her knuckles, your eyes widening as your cheeks fluster.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t-”

“Baby,” she chuckles, patting your hand before relinquishing the bottle, “You’re okay!” tilting her head, tone playful, “Should we give up and-”

“No!” you exclaim, “No wine glasses!” the bottle’s neck slender and fragile in the eagerness of your grip, “We drink out of the bottle because we’re classy!”

“We’re definitely classy,” she giggles, watching the rosé slosh precariously, “Don’t forget to unscrew the cap this time.”

“Heyyy,” you pout, sticking out at your tongue, “There’s a reason I recap it!” aggressively shaking the bottle, “See!” grin triumphant and smug, “No spills!” flipping it upside down, “M'a genius!”

“Alright genius,” she murmurs pleasantly, tamping down alarm, “How about we get the bottle upright and take a sip?” a small sip tacked on silently.

“You think I can’t hold my liquor,” you scowl, cradling the bottle against your chest, “I’ll have you know I’ve helped drink half of this bottle!”

Aaand therein lies the issue she sighs, endeared smile tugging at the corner of her mouth nonetheless, “I know, love. You’re amazing.”

“Lemme have one more sip, okay?” you wink, leaning toward her soft, frangipani scent, “Then we can eat snacks and talk ‘bout life!”

Her laughter soaks through your clothes, warming your skin, bones straining to partake in the irresistible sensation, a knowing weight in her gaze as she nods slowly.

“One more sip,” her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, “But only if you pinky promise snacks.”

“And talking about life!” you gasp, “What are snacks without life? What is living without snacks?!”

And what is living without you? she sighs again — a gentle, devoted sound. A sound of acceptance and amusement; of adoration and affection.

“I want to kiss you,” you hiccup, “Change of plans! Kisses, then sips, then snacks, and talks!”

“Sips?” she blinks, gradually processing your declaration, “I can certainly provide kisses,” heartbeat quickening at the thought, “But there shall be no sips for you.”

“You’re no fun!”

Humming teasingly, she carefully pries the bottle from your now inattentive grip, setting it aside with a lazy thud, “My kisses are no fun?”

“Your kisses are fun,” you huff, eyes rolling impatiently, “But limiting my sips? Not so fun!”

“Sweetie,” she snorts, “You’re cut off.”

“On Valentine’s Day?!”

“Especially on Valentine’s Day.”

~~~

I Like The Sound Of That by Rascal Flatts; 500; mild sexual content

“It’s 2am,” you yawn, eyes blinking tiredly, “Go to sleep.”

Squinting, Tanjirou flicks your nose, heart fluttering as you let out an indignant squeak, “No.”

“Rude!”

“But you’re so cute,” he grins, bumping your thigh with his knee, “All sleepy and cuddly.”

“You’re sleepy and cuddly,” you huff, kneeing—much harder—at his groin.

“OI!”

“Go to sleep.”

“How am I supposed to sleep if you kick me in the balls?” he pouts, rubbing carefully—placatingly—at your knee, his own legs crossing (a protective measure).

Shrugging, you tug the comforter up and over your head, inhaling the soft, warm scent of recently washed sheets and freshly showered Tanjirou, “I missed.”

“And you’re not going to make another attempt?” he chuckles quietly, grin returning at the adorable lump of you under the covers.

“Hm,” you respond nonchalantly, cool fingertips making their way toward his bare stomach, “Maybe not.”

“What are yo- AHHHHH!”

“Everything okay?” you hum innocently, savoring the surprised flex of his muscles, palms pressing eager along his sides, mouth nuzzling fond and satisfied at his chest — a stark contrast to the uninhibited, gleeful torture of your cold palms.

“You’re! So! Mean!” he gasps, eyes squeezed shut, resisting the urge to jerk away, hands gripping gentle at your shoulders as though to brace himself, “You'reluckyIloveyou!” gulping for air as your ministrations continue.

“Oh hush,” you mumble into his skin, beginning Phase 2™ as your feet go in for the kill, outright cackling when his body goes rigid, plaintive whimper burying itself in your hair at the touch of your frosty toes, “You signed up for this.”

“I! Did! Not!” he whines, grip tightening, teeth gritted, internal mantra of I love them, I love them, I love them the only force keeping him in place.

“Did too!” you declare, smooching wetly at his collarbone, “Thank you for being my favorite space heater!”

“I take it back,” he huffs, shivering despite himself, “You’re not cute at all!”

“But I am sleepy and cuddly,” you retort, “Aren’t I?”

Disgruntled, he pulls lightly at your ear, endearment audible in his tone even as goosebumps creep up his forearms, “Absolutely.”

“Are you cold?” you coo teasingly, fingers grazing the curve of his pelvis, “My favorite space heater’s struggling.”

“Nope,” he mutters, “Not cold, not struggling,” stubbornness narrowing his eyes, “I might start sweating, actually.”

“Sooo I can use them then?” you ask sweetly.

“Use what?!” he swallows nervously, immediately on alert.

“The forbidden hand warmers!”

Shortly thereafter, Tanjirou almost wishes you’d just gone for another knee-to-balls… your contented sigh hardly enough compensation for his embarrassing shout and consequent shuddering + the temperature shock and potential flash freeze death of his sperm.

—

“You’re dramatic,” you giggle, wiggling upward to meet his begrudging gaze, apologetically kissing his forehead.

“And you’re cruel,” he scowls, expression quickly breaking into an exasperated smile, because I love you, “You better sleep with one eye open!”

“Ooh is that a threat, my sleepy man?”

“YES.”

~~~

Elysium by Mars Mignon; 500; 18+NSFW, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral

“Beautiful,” Sanemi murmurs, breath warm on your inner thigh, firm arms wrapped around your legs, “So fucking stunning.”

“You know what would be even more stunning?” you hum cheerfully, fingers tangled through his hair, tugging affectionately, “Less staring, more doing.”

“Don’t fucking rush me,” he mutters, nipping lightly at your skin, smirking when you yelp, “Thought you liked me sappy and shit?”

“Yeeeah,” you huff, thighs attempting to squish him closer, eyes narrowing as he refuses to budge, not even straining, “But I prefer sappy time separate from sexy time.”

“You’re impatient,” he snorts, thumb sudden and smooth as he spreads your folds, low rumble in his chest at the sight of your body rippling, “Now let me admire your perfection in peace, fuck’s sake.”

Hoping you don’t sound too breathless, you manage to quip, “If this is your idea of admiring, then I’m five seconds away from going to the bathroom and admiring myself, alone.”

Rolling his eyes, he flicks delicately at your clit, smugness filling his stomach as you whine loudly, “You do that, and I’ll barge through the door.”

“Not the poor door,” you protest weakly, head tilting backward, pile of pillows plush beneath you, “Could you please do something.”

“Are you thirsty?” he chuckles, feathery kisses along your slit short circuiting your frustration, lips sticky as he inhales your scent, “I can get you a glass of water.”

“That’s not what I meant,” you grumble, hips bucking gently, “Could you please use your tongue to play with my clit,” tacking on gruffly, “And thank you in advance.”

Swallowing amused laughter, he acquiesces, familiar, delicious heat sliding wet and languid between your folds, your essence tart and viscous as the tip of his tongue slips teasing and coy around your clit.

“Did you forget where it is?” you snap, gasping at his immediate, scolding pinch to the crook of your knee, “I said please.”

“Say it again,” he demands, hovering over the slight swell of your clit, satisfied smile nearly touching it.

“Again?!”

“Beg.”

“Nemi,” you pout, cheeks darkening, pussy clenching at the bite in his voice, “I…” faltering as his index finger smears the slow drip of your pleasure, retort caught in your throat.

“Hm?” he prompts, fixated on the flutter of your pussy, resisting the traitorous itch to devour you whole.

“Please use your tongue to play with my clit,” you exhale shakily, legs parting wider, back arching, pretenses forgotten as desire coats your veins, “I want you, need you, to make me cum.”

The prettiest fucking cunt is his only thought as he promptly obeys, tongue sloppy and ravenous as he worships the squelching mess of your pussy, spit dribbling down to your asshole, hardly breathing as he melts into the rhythm of your moans Gonna make you cum and cum and fucking cum again, gonna break my fucking record for sure.