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sunandflame · 2 years ago

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Not a Monster

Warnings: fluff, nsfw, smut, implied violence, neglect, threesome, double penetration, biting, mating, jealousy

Word Count: 7,2k

Pairing: Yoriichi x Fem!Reader x Kokushibo

crossposted on AO3

In a world where Demons had become domesticated in the last century or so, becoming glorified pets and workers.

You knew you had done your friend a favor by getting her a pet demon, especially since you were worried about her mental state, which had been rapidly getting worse.

Weeks and months had passed now. Of course you remained in constant contact and had observed how good it was for her to take care of the demonic creature. Which of course left you wondering why you didn't have one, since you weren't any better when it came to fighting the loneliness that was a constant part of your life. Some solitude was always good but when prolonged, it was overwhelming and could be painful.

That's why you thought it couldn't hurt to - maybe - keep your eyes open, look and behold, it literally popped in front of your nose as you walked past a shelter. There was a red sign with 'HIGH DISCOUNT' there.

It wouldn't hurt to take a look, right?

Your entrance was announced by the ringing of a bell above the door. There was no one there and you looked around cautiously. There were all sorts of things that were used for keeping a demon. You walked down the corridor and saw a big cage standing darkly in the corner. It was larger than the other cages you had seen and you became curious, especially since the sign also said high discount.

As you walked in closer, you noticed the demon who was on his knees behind the bars, dignified and humble, he had his gaze lowered until he realized you were there. He was beautiful with his maroon colored eyes and long black hair that turned reddish at the tips. A prominent mark on his forehead took nothing away from his beauty and neither did the two horns that protruded from his forehead. Two horns…? Wait a minute, this means…

“This is a pureblood, very rare on the market.”

Startled, you turned to the clerk, who suddenly stood behind the counter and stared at you. Your gaze went back to the demon, who looked at you carefully and didn't take his eyes off of you. “Then why is it at such a low price?”

“Because of his brother.”

"His brother?" You frowned and looked confused from the seller to the cage and you felt another presence in the cage - 6 glowing eyes stared at you from the dark corner.

He stepped forward next to his brother and even though you could tell they were probably twins, you could clearly see the differences. The red of his long hair was darker and more spikier, his complexion paler, his physique was broader and more muscular. But this was not the main difference. It was his eyes which he held 6 pairs of. Golden with red sclera. His aura was intimidating and yet also very regal and proud. He had two horns as well that were more purple than red. He also adorned an additional mark that ran from his chin down to his throat.

“Why, what’s wrong with his brother?” You couldn't take your eyes off him as you asked your questions and saw him squinting all of his 6 eyes on you.

“Yoriichi is a very domestic and remarkable demon. Very trusting, friendly, and listens to every command but his brother, Kokushibo, on the other hand… Well, I can only say that his previous owner was not able to handle him.”

“It didn’t occur to you to separate the two?”

“Of course, but every time they were separated, Kokushibo became more and more uncontrolled, and Yoriichi always managed to escape and return to his brother. We’ve tried it several times but it just didn’t work, which is why these rare purebloods are on discount.”

You saw Yoriichi looking at you with interest and Kokushibo about to hiss at you. You turned your head to the seller and grinned at him. “I’ll take them both.”

~ ~ ~

You really didn't know what got into you when you found yourself standing in front of the two demons that were clearly too tall. They literally towered over you by almost two heads, looking down at your pathetic height. You should have been intimidated, but strangely enough, you weren't. Maybe it was because Yoriichi's calm and tranquil manner balanced out Kokushibo's wild and angry one. The two of them were like yin and yang. Brothers who couldn't be separated.

The purchase was so spontaneous that you weren't really prepared and you were lucky enough to have a larger apartment with an additional room that you could possibly make available to the two of them. Your friend, whom you surprised with the demon Giyuu, probably felt as unprepared as you too.

“When was the last time you two ate?”

The two of them stared at you before Kokushibo turned away in disdain and Yoriichi felt obligated to answer for them both. He opened his mouth and it was the first time either of them had opened their mouths. “We last ate 10 days ago.”

What?! No wonder the six-eyed demon was in such a bad mood. Demons didn't have to eat regularly like humans. 1 to 2 a week was enough, but not 10 days! They must have been absolutely starving!

After they had eaten, you prepared their room. Unfortunately you didn't have any other beds, just futons, but that should be enough for now.

~ ~ ~

A few days passed and they were quieter than expected. Kokushibo hadn't done anything bad to you but still refused to talk to you while Yoriichi was very pleasant.

“Yoriichi, do you want me to take your collar off? The Wisteria pouch must be uncomfortable for you.” Collars were mandatory for demons when they wanted to go outside, but the owner was able to choose at home.

He lowered his gaze humbly. “You are too kind, Mistress.”

You were very fond of Yoriichi. You liked his kind and gentle nature that even soothed your own chaotic thoughts. It was the least you could do for him. You asked him to lower his head and carefully took off his collar. While you came so close to him, you noticed his hair and gently stroked it. “How about I brush your hair, it’s looking a bit dull.”

His hair was beautiful and you could feel how he enjoyed being pampered by you in this way. How your brush went slowly through the dark red waves, making them shine again. It was a very domestic situation between the both of you that got interrupted by a dark aura from the corner. You quickly glanced from Yoriichi’s hair to Kokushibo. If you didn't know any better then you would assume that he was jealous, but you were not sure.

“Are you hungry?” But there was no answer. It was not like you expected him to talk. Both demon brothers had been very silent since the beginning. After taking off Yoriichi’s collar you noticed that he spoke a little bit more. His pleasant and calm voice relaxed you deeply and you wondered whether Kokushibo could even speak and whether it was perhaps because of the prong collar that he still had around his neck. The prong collar looked painful and even if you weren't intimidated by his strong presence, you still wanted to be careful.

But somehow that seemed unfair to you.

“Yoriichi, please wait here.” You stood up and approached the tall menacing demon until you were standing in front of him. He didn’t lower his ominous presence when he looked down on you and yet you showed no fear. ”Lower your head, please.” But he did nothing of that sort, but squinted his 6 eyes onto you. You let out a long sigh. You knew that it wouldn't be easy with him and yet you were slightly annoyed when you needed to pull up a chair so you could be on the same level as him.

“Don’t move…” You were very close to him as you fumbled with his prong collar to open it. What kind of brutal device was that? The collar was far too tight on his neck and had left scars; there were also scratch marks that showed that he had desperately tried to open it himself. It was said that demons who have face marks are wilder and less easy to tame. Kokushibo even had two. Was that the reason why they tortured him like that? Anger flared up in you, but you took controlled breaths so you were able to focus on this damn opening mechanism.

Kokushibo watched your efforts with interest and for the first time there was no anger or threatening aura coming from him or his eyes. After some fiddling with his neck, you managed to open the damn collar and threw it on the floor. Your gaze was focused on the puncture scars on his neck. Without a second thought, your fingers roamed over the spots.

Well at least you tried, because he had stopped you with such a quick movement that you took a startled step back. The only thing was that you had forgotten you were still standing on a chair and your foot stepped on thin air.

Everything happened so quickly in the next few seconds that you were not able to realize what actually happened until your body was pressed against his, his strong arms around your waist. He caught you in time and held you against his solid physique, and you could feel how strong and muscular he was. You looked at him with wide eyes while he looked at you almost bored. “You humans are so clumsy.”

Were those really his first words towards you? His voice had a deeper timbre than Yoriichi's and it made your skin shiver. Since his arrival, all he had done was glare at you and intimidate you with his brutal presence, which he was very good at controlling. All that was gone now as he still held you close to him - as if you weighed nothing. His gaze on you was interested, since this was the first time you were up so close to him.

“You- You can put me down now…” And he did. With a gentleness you never expected from him. Your soft body slid along his. You looked at him, slightly puzzled. “I'll get some balm for your wounds. Maybe you should sit down so I don’t have to get back on a chair.” He just nodded at you and sat down on the sofa where Yoriichi was sitting.

You left the room briefly and didn't notice how the brothers communicated with each other or how Kokushibo’s eyes were following you. With the balm in your hand, you sat between the two and turned your attention to Kokushibo. “Don’t be alarmed, it might be a little cool now,” you whispered as you gently rubbed the cool gel along his neck. He didn't even bat an eyelash and just let you do it while keeping all his 6 eyes closed. Was he enjoying it? It seemed like it. You carefully stroked over it a second time as you saw how the wounds were already starting to heal. “Woah!” You let out surprise.

“Our wounds heal very quickly and we can’t have scars, but my brother's collar was coated with an extra strong dose of wisteria that made him even weaker and made it difficult for him to speak. Thank you, Mistress, for this generous gift you gave to both of us.”

Yoriichi, who was sitting to your right, had taken your hand. He brought it gently to face and brushed it against his cheek and gave each knuckle a kiss. There were so many emotions associated with his gesture, like gratitude and affection, that it almost brought tears to your eyes.

You turned your head towards Kokushibo who looked at you with a look that you couldn't interpret. He finally spoke and his voice made you shiver again. “I would like to take a bath. May I, Owner?”

You simply nodded and watched him get up and disappear into the bathroom. Yoriichi, who was still holding your hand, spoke as his brother was gone. “Michikatsu is not evil as anyone would assume. He needs love and affection like any other being. I wouldn't mind if you would give some of your attention and affection to him."

“Michikatsu? His name is not Kokushibo?”

He shook his head. “Koku, black. Shi, death, Bo, eye. They named him like that because of his eyes. He never corrected them as he wanted them to fear him. But in reality Michikatsu is the nicest of them all.”

Michikatsu is the nicest of them all.

Yoriichi's words echoed in your mind as you knocked on your bathroom door and opened a crack. "Can I come in?"

“This is your house, Owner...”

You grimaced at his wording and entered anyway. You saw him sitting relaxed in the tub with all but one of his eyes closed. With the one he watched you carefully as you took a washcloth and sat down on a stool behind him. You gestured for him to lean forward slightly, which he did.

You moistened the washcloth with the warm water and gently slid it over his broad shoulder. Luckily his hair was already in a bun so you had free access to his back. At first he was very tense, but when he realized that you didn't mean him any harm and just wanted to scrub his back, you felt his muscles slowly relax under your fingers.

“I told your brother the same, please don’t call me Owner. Just call me Y/N. It feels so degrading to you both to call me owner.”

He was silent for a while before answering. “We... are demons... We have no right to name anything the way we want... We have no right to have an opinion on what we should be called. We are just objects in people's eyes. Easy pets...”

This time you were the one who remained silent, because you had felt the resentment and frustration behind those words. You took a cup and filled it with warm water and poured it over his back to wash away the dirt that had formed from your scrubbing. “I don’t know what your previous owners did to you. You don't have to tell me, but you're not objects to me. You are living beings who deserve to live a good life. You can call my home yours too. You are allowed to have possessions too.”

“That is…noted…”

The next few minutes were shrouded in silence, but it wasn't unpleasant. On the contrary, Michikatsu actually seemed to enjoy the way you gently massaged his scalp with your fingertips while you shampooed his hair. You enjoyed these domestic activities. To take care of someone. To make them feel good. You hadn't done that for a very long time because you had also been alone for a long time. Being alone was painful-

Before you could delve into your dark thoughts, you noticed an odd smell and was startled. Did you leave something on the stove? No, it smelled way too pleasant for that.

Michikatsu noticed your twitch, but he didn't react like you. “Yoriichi has been watching you for days, like me. He’ll probably cook you something while you’re here with me.”

You looked at him in surprise. He wasn't serious, was he? You really wanted to check, but wanted to finish bathing Michikatsu.

“Go… I’ll wash up and join you…”

You nodded and walked into the kitchen where you saw Yoriichi standing at the stove with your pink apron on. He looked at you and gave you a smile. “Since you take such good care of us, I wanted to prepare something for you. I read that miso soup is very popular and you had the ingredients for it. Do you like miso soup with silken tofu?”

You couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him looking so adorable with your pink apron. “Yes, I love miso soup.”

~ ~ ~

Ever since Kokushibo spoke to you, you were sure that all three of you were getting along very well. You ate together, laughed and talked. Well mainly you talked, because the two of them enjoyed listening to you talk and you finally had the feeling that someone actually wanted to listen to you too. And of course you cared for them too. Pampered them, washed their backs and bought them what they wanted even if that was not much. Yoriichi had once told you that it was enough that you would treat them well as you did now. This always made you question what terrible things had been done to them. How would they dare to treat them badly? You didn't want to think too deeply about it. If they didn’t want to talk and think about it then who were you to do so?

“Ouch!”

You looked at your finger which was starting to bleed. You quickly put your bleeding finger under running water to rinse out the dirt and checked out the wound. Shit, the cut was deeper than expected. Suddenly you felt Michikatsu’s presence very close to you. You jumped. Even after weeks, you couldn't get used to how quietly the two of them moved around the apartment. He looked down at you and your bleeding finger.

“Don’t worry, it’ll stop bleeding soon.” You weren't sure if you were saying this more to yourself than to him, but he wasn't deterred. He took your hand and put your finger in his mouth, licking the blood off. You looked at him with wide eyes. You were even more surprised when he suddenly took you in his arms and carried you to the couch and sat down, you sitting sideways on his lap, taking your bleeding finger into his mouth again.

You were literally puzzled, but he didn't seem to mind. You had been in the middle of cooking and wanted to tell him so, but he just gave you a look which silenced you.

“Clumsy human, let Yoriichi do the cooking and let me take care of your wound.”

You wanted to say something in response but didn't know what. You had already seen Yoriichi scurrying into the kitchen but were distracted again when Michikatsu gently nibbled on your finger and put it in his mouth.

Since that time he always looked for moments to distract himself by nibbling on your fingers. He seemed to have an oral fixation, or he just liked it. Either way, he seemed to be enjoying it and it didn't bother you, so you let him have his way. It also gave you the chance to look at him up close, as he often didn't allow that.

Michikatsu noticed this of course. “You’re not at all disgusted by my appearance.”

“Why should I?” You did not understand the question.

“Are my eyes not too scary for you?”

Oh, this is what it was about… “Is this why you always keep all eyes closed and just look with one?”

“No, I keep them closed so that I don’t have sensory overload and… so that you aren’t afraid of me.”

“So I was right?”

He kept silent and you gave him a soft smile. “Please close your eyes.” He did as you asked. You moved closer to him ever so slowly and gently kissed each of his 6 eyelids. When you let go he looked at you in surprise, his 6 eyes wide. This was the first time you could see the emotions so strong on his face. “You are not a monster and never will be to me.”

~ ~ ~

“You are not jealous, right?” you asked Yoriichi, while he was sitting patiently in front of you as you brushed his long beautiful hair.

He shook his head. “No, why should I?”

“Well… Because I give your brother so much more attention than you.” It was a little bit uncomfortable to admit this, but it was true. Michikatsu was very demanding and jealous from time to time, even if you don’t give him much reason for it. But yet, anytime you were close to Yoriichi or spending time with him, he immediately snatched you away in silence and nibbled on your fingers.

“But I did ask you to do so, right?”

“I mean, yes you did. But I still feel bad about it. You deserve my attention as much as Michikatsu.”

Yoriichi took your hand, it seemed like the brothers had a fixation with your hands, and kissed your knuckles as he always does when he wants to show his gratitude. “Sitting here with you, hearing you talk, while you touch me so affectionately, is everything I ever wanted.”

Yoriichi were always able to hit you with the right words and gestures. You leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the crown of his head. “You are such a good boy and deserve the whole world.” You felt Yoriichi shiver from your words.

~ ~ ~

Months passed, the season changed and it was winter. That meant the Christmas markets opened very soon! You were excited because you wanted to show the brothers how beautiful the markets can be. Of course they needed to wear collars, since demon companions were required to wear one by law. You hated it, since you were not able to forget the painful device Michikatsu had had to wear, but you had to adhere to the law. You decided to get the type that was demon friendly without the wisteria pouch for both of them.

The three of you strolled through the Christmas market, Michikatsu to your left and Yoriichi to your right, and you received a lot of attention. You didn't know if it was because of their height or because of their distinguishing face marks. It could also be due to Michikatsu’s threatening aura, or the fact that they had two horns which identified them as purebloods - a very rare sight to see.

It wasn't important to you. The only important thing was that they had fun like you did and got as many impressions as possible. You curiously looked at all the stands and came across a woodcarver that had beautiful pieces to offer when you suddenly saw a wooden puzzle box. Himitsu-bako. You took it carefully and stared at it, fascinated. You always wanted to try it. The idea to get so fixated with a riddle was so appealing to you that you asked about the price. He named the price. You thanked him, placing the puzzle back down, and went to the next stall.

“Why didn’t you buy the puzzle box? You seemed very interested in it.” Yoriichi looked at you questioningly, while Michikatsu lingered in the back, his attention somewhere else.

“Oh, it was a bit too expensive. I wanted to have money for candied apples and to buy you two something you want! The puzzle has no priority.” You gave him a bright smile as the cold air made your cheeks blush.

You threw yourself onto your couch immediately when you got home. Man, you were exhausted. Yoriichi and Michikatsu didn't even seem to show any signs of exhaustion, but you clearly were. Walking for hours had drained you and you just wanted to relax now. “Do you want to watch a movie?”

As usual, they sat down on the couch on either side of you as you made yourself comfortable. It wasn’t long until your head was resting on Yoriichi's lap, him playing softly with your hair while Michikatsu massaged your calves that were sore from all the walking. You felt so comfortable and safe that it didn't take long for you to fall asleep and you missed over half of the movie. You didn’t notice how Yoriichi gently lifted you into his arms and carried you to bed or how he gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead while you cuddled yourself onto your blanket.

~ ~ ~

"What is this?" You stared at the small box that was placed in front of you and you didn't hesitate to pick up. It didn't take long for you to realize what it was. It was a wooden puzzle box. Himitsu-baku! You looked excitedly at the beautiful piece. “But where did you get that from, Michi-kun?”

“Michikatsu is very skilled in wood carving,” Yoriichi replied as Michikatsu watched you with interest. “He made me a flute too, see?” He took out the little flute and showed it to you.

You looked at the beautiful piece in awe and then looked over at Michikatsu. “Michi-kun, I didn’t know you were so talented! Yori-kun, can you play on that?”

Yoriichi didn't hesitate and played some soft tunes. You clapped your hands enthusiastically. “You two are so talented!” You watched as Michikatsu turned away and hid his face behind his hair. Was he blushing? You probably saw it wrong… You looked back at your box. These were some refined skills, which made you wonder.

“It never occurred to me to ask you about your hobbies or what activities you like to do…” You felt guilty because until now they had always obediently gone along with everything you wanted but you never asked what they wanted.

The brothers looked at each other, visibly confused by your change of topic. This time Michikatsu spoke to answer your question. “We enjoy…training kendo together… But our previous owners didn’t like it at all… They got scared… Also we always lack the space and the necessary tools.”

"Tools?"

“A bokken, but a simple wooden broomstick will do too,” Yoriichi explained to her.

"Oh! I think I can organize that! Also a place for you to train! The apartment complex has an unused backyard. We can go there in the evening! As often as you want too!”

You three were at the said place. You were not able to find a bokken, but Yoriichi had said that broomsticks are enough for now. You can get them the necessary equipment later. Oh, how happy they would be, you thought excitedly to yourself.

Now you sat in a corner, lulled in your jacket as you watched the two brothers standing in front of each other. They first bowed respectfully and then it began. Their movements were so fluid and elegant that you were barely able to look away. It was a dance between two brothers who couldn't be more different. Like the sun and moon, Yin and yang. You weren't sure who would emerge victorious, but you were still surprised to see Michikatsu a few minutes later on the ground.

Another fight. Michikatsu was on the ground again. It went on like this until the yukatas were thrown over their shoulders, hanging down from the Hakamas. They were both suddenly topless, the cold didn't seem to bother them. You felt heat creeping into you. It wasn't like you'd never seen them topless before, since you washed and bathed them both from time to time. But now they are training. The muscles rippled in harmony with their movements, it was only then that you realized how incredibly sexy they both actually were.

Both were muscular and strongly built. Yoriichi a little leaner than Michikatsu. Your eyes wandered and you couldn't get enough of what was presented in front of you. Wandering up and down until they stopped on the seductive V-line of the two of them. Your eyes switched back and forth and you had to suppress a sigh as Michikatsu lunged forward, flexing his big biceps.

It didn't take long for you to get wet and dampen your panties. Crap. That was not good. You couldn’t be horny for your demons! That's irresponsible! Both of them had immediately stopped and stared at you as if they knew something. You blushed like a tomato.

“It seems like Y/N is cold. We should go home,” Yoriichi said as he put his yukata back on.

Michikatsu nodded and did the same and you were happy that demons were not able to notice things like that, right?

~ ~ ~

You laid in bed, frustrated, not being able to finish what you had started. Fuck, why can’t I come already? For the past hour you were touching yourself, trying to get rid of this horniness and the lewd thoughts that bothered you all evening. But it didn't work!

You huffed, frustrated, pulling your hands from your pants, and rested your arm on your forehead. It has been a while since you touched yourself. Was it possible to unlearn things like that? You didn’t know. What you did know was that you were exhausted and wanted to sleep but the hot images of the two brothers haunted you badly.

Your thoughts were interrupted by soft knocking. “May we come in?” It was Yoriichi’s soft voice.

You immediately gathered yourself and sat straight in your bed. “Um, y-yes, sure!” The door opened slowly and the two brothers entered your bedroom. “Were you both not able to sleep?”

No answer, only gazes as Michikatsu sat down at the end of your bed and gently massaged your calves while Yoriichi sat close to you and held your hands in his. Normally you didn't have a problem with them being so touchy, you were happy to give them whatever they wanted and secretly you enjoyed it too, but at the moment it wasn't so good. Because you were a bit oversensitive due to your frustration.

Yoriichi looked at you with his soft maroon eyes as he cupped your face. “We sensed your troubles.”

Your furrowed your eyebrows. “My troubles?”

Michikatsu’s hands were gliding a little bit higher onto your thigh. “Yes, your arousal.”

You didn’t know if you were blushing because of the embarrassment of being caught or the feeling of his hands being so close to your core. It also didn’t help that Yoriichi lowered his head closer to your face and talked in his soft beguiling voice. “There is no need to be ashamed, Y/N. You always make sure that we feel good. You care about us so much, never seeing a monster in us. We want to give it back to you…” With each word he came closer, until his lips were on yours. His kiss was so soft and loving that you sighed into the kiss. Yoriichi took that as an invitation for his tongue.

While Yoriichi distracted you with his sensual kiss, you felt Michikatsu slowly dragging your pants along with your underwear down and spreading your legs. “Brother, she smells so intoxicating…” You felt his breath close to your pussy.

Yoriichi, who let go of you briefly to let you catch a breath, answered his brother. “Her lips are sweeter than anything I’ve tasted before.”

Michikatsu did not wait and licked at your slick like a hungry cat and groaned. “You are right… She tastes like heaven…” With these words he dove into your core and lavished on your juices. You let out a surprised moan as you threw your head back. Your hand grabbed desperately at Yoriichi’s yukata who just watched you, fascinated, and then kissed you again. But he didn’t stay on your lips for long. His mouth traveled down your neck, nibbling at the soft skin there. You felt how his hands were slowly pushing up your loose shirt to cup one of your boobs and massaging it slowly with one hand. His mouth also found his destination and kissed and sucked on your other nipple.

So many sensations at the same time and you were not sure what to focus on. The knot inside you tightened, and suddenly everything exploded. You came with a loud moan as you threw your head back once again.

Michikatsu’s lower eyes were closed, his face glistening in your juices. He pushed a single finger into you just to let Yoriichi lick it off. You watched the interaction between them both. It was like he wanted him to know how you tasted. You saw how Yoriichi’s pupils dilated as he tasted your sweet nectar. It was such a lewd image that it made you sigh in anticipation.

You heard your bedsheet ruffle and watched as the brothers swapped their places. Suddenly Michikatsu was in your face, kissing you greedily on the mouth, not letting you take a breath. You were able to taste yourself on his lips but you didn’t mind it at all. Not even that he used his teeth, because all of that was washed away by Yoriichi's tongue and mouth, who was now the one eating you out.

There was a clear difference between the two. Yoriichi was definitely gentler, as were the tongue strokes along your outer labia. Or the way he sucked on your clit. Your left hand was on his head, tangled into his soft waves as you pushed him closer to your cunt, feeling how close you were again.

Your other hand was on Michikatsu, who was pinching your nipples, making you wince and twitch every time, forcing you to keep your attention on him. It was a lot to handle. Lots of feelings and desires at once that you didn't know how to deal with. But they were so strong, able to hold you still while they feasted on you.

Yoriichi hit a point with his tongue that made you come with a loud cry. The waves of the orgasm were so intense that it left you trembling. You had never cum twice in a row in your life.

Yoriichi wiped his face with the back of his hand. Both brothers watched you in awe as you layed there, exhausted from your orgasm.

“She is so beautiful… I want to mark her.”

“Later, when we are inside of her.”

“I am not sure if her bed is able to carry us three.”

“Yes, we should move her to our room with the futons.”

You were not able to distinguish who said what, since your brain felt like mush, but that was not important. You were suddenly lifted up and carried by someone. Your cheek resting on a strong chest. You realized that you were all naked. When did they undress you? You opened your eyes slowly to see his beautiful maroon eyes. “Yori-kun…”

You felt his lips on your forehead and then on your lips again, making you sigh again and heating up the desire in your lower belly.

“Do you think she can take us both?

“She is stronger than you think.”

“I know.” These two words were said in such loving affection that it made your heart flutter.

“Hey… I am still here,” you protested. “You both prepped me so well I… I think I can handle that.”

"Oh, you do?” The first time in your life you saw how Michikatsu smirked at you as he snatched you away from Yoriichi and sat you down on his lap.

You felt his hardened cock close to your core, but your eyes were fixated on that smirk of his. He was “...gorgeous…” You leaned forward, your hands on his muscular chest as you kissed him oh so softly. It seemed like he didn’t expect that softness. Never did he expect anything, though he deserved all the softness and kindness.

You poured all your love into the kiss, playing with his hair, nudging his tongue against yours and biting at his lower lip. He groaned and got impatient. He picked you up by your thighs and placed you on the tip of his dick and let you sink down very slowly. “Michi..!” You whimpered and shuddered at the fullness and how good it felt.

He bottomed out and didn’t move, letting you adjust. Until you moved your hips. “Impatient human,” he murmured as he started sucking on your tit.

You didn't stay still though as you slowly moved your hips and started riding him. His hands grabbed your thighs tightly to help you. Michikatsu couldn’t help but sigh at the feeling of your tightness around him. Gosh, it felt so good hearing those noises coming out of him, knowing that you were the cause of it. Making you feel that you had a tiny bit of control even if it was not like that at all.

Suddenly you felt his hands on your waist, moving up to cup your breasts and kneading them; you also felt his lips kissing along your spine, making you shiver as you still moved on top of Michikatsu. You smiled and when his kisses reached your shoulder, you tried to turn your head to look at him, to give him a kiss. Yoriichi came closer but you were interrupted by Michikatsu, who grabbed your chin and turned your head back to him, just to claim your lips harshly and groan into the kiss.

“H-Hey-” you panted after he left you breathless. “Stop being jealous. I want to kiss Yoriichi too!”

Michikatsu was about to respond when Yoriichi picked you up into his arms without warning. With one fluid movement Michikatsu’s dick slid out of you and you could only go “Oh!” at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Even Michikatsu breathed out harshly at the sudden change and glared at you both.

“Now it's my turn.” You giggled at him teasing his brother and slung your arms over Yoriichi’s neck, your legs around his waist. It was clear that he missed your kisses and you were glad to give him all he could ever want. You started kissing him all over his face - his cheek, his nose, his eyes, and then his lips. You both couldn’t hold back moaning into the kiss when he suddenly sheathed himself into you. You at the fullness he was giving you, and him because you were so tight around his cock.

You marveled at his strength as he held you up so easily, starting to move inside of you at a slow pace. You felt safe in his arms; you knew he wouldn’t even think of dropping you.

You felt the jealous glare on your back and it didn’t take long until Michikatsu got up to stand behind you. One of his hands pushed your hair aside so he was able to kiss and nibble on your left shoulder. You felt his chest pressed on your back as his fingers slid up to spread your wetness and lube you up with additional saliva. It was a strange feeling, but not unwelcome, as Yoriichi’s careful thrusts distracted you from Michikatsu’s motions behind you.

Soon enough, he retracted his fingers and replaced them with his tip. He was so careful with you - a contrast to his earlier roughness - moving in tandem with Yoriichi to bring you pleasure rather than pain. The feeling of them both inside you was overwhelming and you didn’t know what else to do other than to hold tightly onto Yoriichi’s shoulder, your nails digging into his skin.

Michikatsu’s hands joined Yoriichi’s on your thighs. It felt as if the heat of their touch burned you to the core and even if you wanted to get out, it was impossible. You were placed so tightly between the two brothers, moving in sync into you, you could not move at all.

One of your hands reached behind you so you could grab onto Michikatsu’s neck. The other one still gripping onto Yoriichi. The angle changed, and you saw stars, clenching tightly around both of them making them both groan. They sped up, the pleasure bringing tears to your eyes.

“Please…!” You begged, not knowing what for, but it seemed like they knew.

You were not sure if you saw it correctly as your brain was not able to comprehend anything logical at that moment but you saw a change in Yoriichi’s face as if he was communicating with his brother.

The knot inside you tightened for the third time that night. You cried out their names as they thrusted harder into you making your vision blur. This time your release was more intense than you’d ever experienced, but before it could ebb away you felt teeth on both of your shoulders.

You could only cry out and everything went black.

~ ~ ~

Ah shit... Why does my shoulder hurt so much?

You woke up between two muscle-bound bodies and didn't know where you were until you remembered the last night. “Oh fuck…” you whispered and immediately put your hand over your mouth when someone started to grumble in annoyance. Did you wake one of them? Suddenly you were pulled by a strong hand and pressed against a muscular chest. “Stop thinking too much, human, sleep a little bit more. You need rest.”

You looked up into the face of Michikatsu, who had narrowed one of his lower eyes to look at you. You couldn't contradict him because you felt tiredness overcoming you again and you fell back into a deep sleep, safe in his arms.

You woke up again, but this time on Yoriichi's chest, who was playing with your hair. “Good morning.”

“Good morning…” You yawned and looked around, realizing that you both were alone on the futons. “Where is Michikatsu…?”

“He is preparing a bath for you. How do you feel?” He watched you as he waited for your answer.

How did you feel? You were not sure if you thought about last night. Did you regret it? No… But your shoulders were killing you. “My shoulders hurt and I feel sore, but that’s it.”

“Oh, that’s because we marked you.”

“Marked me?”

“Yes,” he smiled at you, “We are now mates.”

Mates… Wait what?! Was that even possible between a human and demons? You heard about this rumour that demons were able to mate each other, but fuck… This was the last thing you ever expected. “What will happen now?”

“First of all you are going to take a bath while we take care of you.” Michikatsu appeared at the door frame as he looked at the both of you, laying naked on top of each other.

~ ~ ~

Even if it was weird in the beginning you quickly got used to the idea of being mated to both of your demons. You hadn’t been sure what to do with the situation and called your friend, who just told you that she had also got mated with her demon. It was not a common thing at all, actually unheard of, but here you were, having not one but two demon mates.

You asked them if that was something common, to have two demons, but they shook their heads. “It’s probably because we are twins and very attached to each other. Perhaps it was inevitable we would share a mate,” Yoriichi told you, while he nuzzled his face into your hair.

“Who would have thought that we would mate with a clumsy human?” You saw the smirk on Michikatsu’s face that now happened to appear more after that night. He seated himself next to you both and snatched you away from Yoriichi again. It seemed like a game between the two brothers at this point - as if they were not able to share a toy.

You faux-sulked. You just took his face into your hands and gave him a long loving kiss. Then you felt how he placed something on your lap.

It was a wooden carving of a woman with two tall men at her sides and looking closer, you realized it was the three of you. The gift nearly made you spill tears, touched by his gesture of love.

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Always here

Kyojuro x f!reader

A/n: I was listening to sad playlist and it gave me an idea to write a scenario for Kyojuro (and also because my mind has only been on him lately😮‍💨).

I'm sorry if I make anyone cry, I cried too🥲 I promise to make up for this sad scenario with another work that is "happier" than this one❤️

and I apologize for my absence too, I've been preparing a lot of projects at the same time.

Tw: angst, anime spoilers and a little mention of nsfw if you squint

Your footsteps sounded heavy and desperate, stepping on the fallen branches between the trees. The sun was rising in the background and the first rays of sunlight were appearing. But this was not a normal morning. It was not just another morning in which you wished to stay in bed for just five more minutes with your body wrapped in the strong arms of your beloved. It was not just another morning in which he looked at you while your eyes, still barely open, saw his sweet smile for you, his eyes shining at yours and his fingers combing your hair away from your face.

The tips of his fingers on your scalp sent shivers through your body. He was so gentle. He always kissed your forehead and wished you a good morning, he was always there, on good days and also the bad ones. Just like he promised.

You felt loved around him and the way he looked at his ring with pride, saying that finding you was a blessing, made your heart melt. He was also everything to you, meeting him was the best thing that could have happened to you. Being able to hug him every day, being able to touch him, being able to see his eyes shining for you, all of this was what made you feel so good.

You still remember the first day, the first smile, the first kiss, the first hug, the first time, the first everything. Unfortunately, these would be empty memories today, because the one who gave them color and life, was leaving and turning them black and white like an old movie.

Your eyes were wet and the tears had been running down your face since you ran out of the house and went towards where he was.

"Please hold on...Wait for me...please...You have to live. Please." You sniffed, quickening your pace

~~~

"I love you, Y/n. Your whole being, your body, your soul, everything." He whispered against her lips before kissing her

His strong hand ran over hers on the mattress, intertwining his fingers with hers in a secure grip. She always delighted in his lips-- in practically everything about him.

He rested his forehead against yours and stayed like that for a moment while he moved his hips slowly against you, eliciting a few low moans from you. He was gentle, he was soft, he was your safe haven. Sometimes he was an unstoppable flame, the one that burned everything, fast and voracious. But today he was just your slow flame. The one that warmed your hands and your soul.

Your hands went to his back, running over his muscles and the small scars from the missions he had been on. He was a warrior, a dedicated warrior, with an unparalleled selfless heart.

"You always make me feel so loved. love you so, so much." You whispered with tears running down your cheeks. He ran his thumb over your face to wipe them away and kissed your lips.

So much, and always...

~~~

"Kyojuro!!"

She came out of the middle of all that trees and saw the overturned and derailed train. She felt her heart tighten and as soon as she looked to the side, she witnessed her worst nightmare. The worst scenario she had ever imagined, it was there, right in front of her. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open, her breath caught for a moment, her body remained still and the heavy tears rolled your face down.

"No...He's...No." The despair started taking over you and your mind

The hashira saw his wife in the background and was surprised to see her, she had probably been warned by his crow and came running. As he could have expected.

A part of him was grateful to see her on his own deathbed, but another part begged her to go away because he didn't want her to see him in that condition. He don't like seeing you cry.

You ran towards him and when you were almost reaching his kneeling body, your legs give in and you fell to your knees in front of him, your breathing completely irregular, almost in a panic attack, your hands shaking and whimpers leaving your throat in a failed attempt to form a simple sentence about what your eyes were seeing.

"Kyojuro...N-no! NO!!"You denied through your tears

The three younger slayers who were there, cried even more when they saw you crying like that for him. They looked so tired and sad, after all they had passed and for having to see the hashira dying in front of them.

Kyojuro's weak hand reached your face and caressed your cheek with his thumb. You held his hand as you cried and tried to convince yourself that this was a dream. A terrible nightmare.

"My love, look at me."He asked in a whisper and you slowly raised your head, looking at his face

A smiling face, although bloody. One of his eyes was closed because it was injured and there was blood in the corner of his mouth. It wasn't that image you wanted to see, it wasn't that face you wanted to see. You wanted to see him laugh, you wanted to see his big, bright eyes that lit the fire in your heart.

"Kyojuro, I...I won't see you die. You're not going to die, okay?" You held his face, looking at him. "You're coming home with me now. You need...you need to come with me because otherwise, I'll be alone. And you know that...I hate sleeping without you."

"I know, my love. You don't even sleep when I go on a mission." He smiled and you giggled through your tears. "I...I really wanted to go back to you today, I wanted to have you in my arms again." He let a tear run down his face that mixed with the blood. "But today I won't be able to go back."

"No, no, please!" Your voice went weak and cracked as you begged. "Don't leave me alone. I don't know how to live without you, I can't lose you." You hugged him and his arms wrapped around you

He knew that soon his body would stop moving, he was using his breathing technique to maintain his last reserves of energy because he didn't want to leave without seeing his beloved one last time.

Without saying goodbye. Even if he didn't wanted to do it.

"Let's go home, love. Let's go to our bedroom, let's... let's sleep for a moment and wait for this nightmare to end." You rested your forehead against his as you sobbed softly."And then we'll wake up and you'll kiss my forehead and hold me and keep me safe."

Kyojuro felt another tear fall down his face, he wanted to do your bidding. He wanted to go home with you, he wanted to be close to you, he wanted to hold you, he wanted to spend every minute by your side.

But the harsh reality shattered that illusion of returning. His death was a more than certain sentence.

If you only could change that situation, if you only could save him. But you couldn't, you could only watch him slowly die in front of you.

"I love you so much, you were the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm so proud of you. So, so pround, my love. I would do anything for you to come back to me today. I...I would even trade all these lives for you." You said in despair and he held your face

"No, no, don't do it, love. Don't let my sacrifice be in vain. I saved them because it was my duty, because I want them to live, because it's my duty as a hashira. I want them to live, just as I want you to live for me. Lift your head up and live long, my love. Be very happy." He made the last request and you shook you head

"How will I live without you? How will I be happy if you're the one who gives color to my life? You're my beloved, my husband, my best friend, my everything. Mine since day one. I want you to live too."You cried, desperate not knowing what else to do

"Y/n... I will always be with you, always. I will never leave you alone. Wherever I go, I will always have my eyes on you, always hugging you and kissing you. Your forehead, your face, your lips. Looking at your form from head to toe. Loving you until we meet again on the other side. I will never stop loving you, you will always be my wife." He declared, holding your face and kissing you

You kissed him back, tasting his love for you and the blood that was running down his mouth due to the hemorrhage in his abdomen. You didn't have the courage to look down and see his pierced torso, you didn't want to see him suffer.

Yes, he was suffering, but he wouldn't admit it to you. He was in pain, his body was at its limit, but his willpower overcame that pain so he could kiss you and hug you for the last time. He would endure any pain he was feeling so he could prolong that last kiss.

How he wanted that to be just one of many that he would give you in the future.

"You will always be my love, my first and last." You said, kissing him once more

"You too." He said between kisses."Always. Always, my dear wife."

You broke the kiss after a moment and he ran his thumb over your lips, wiping away his blood that was now on you. To finish, his lips met your forehead, kissing it tenderly, just the way you liked it.

For the last time...

He hugged you close to his chest and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him so tightly as if you never wanted to let him go. You could never let him go.

"Your hug... feels good...it eases my pain." He said, his voice starting to get weak

"I'll always hold you, I'll make you forget your pain." You whispered close to his ear."You know, your arms are also my safe haven, I love the warmth of your arms wrapping around me." You ran your hand through his golden hair. "I love everything about you."

"Me too, me too." He felt his right eyelid grow heavy and his body give in. He knew he had no more strength left."I wanted... I wanted to hold you forever." He said and your heart sank as you noticed that the request could not be fulfilled. It only made your tears fell heavier.

"One day... I will find you and we will be able to stay together forever, holding each other close. I promise to never let you go again."

"And I... promise..." He coughed a little, feeling the blood run down his mouth. "I promise to wait for you...My love."

He blinked slowly, his arms lost their strength and slipped, she pulled away and held his face, panicking as she noticed his eye slowly close and his body losing its strength. He looked at her and she at him, a last smile appeared on his face and finally, his eye closed and his body fell forward onto her, who grabbed him in her arms.

"KYOJURO!!!" She screamed, shaking his body to get some reaction from him."NO! PLEASE!"

The three slayers felt the tears fall harder when they saw that he just had died in that moment. You cried with your beloved's death body in your arms. You kept him close to you with your face on top of his head, caressing the gold and red strands of his hair. You sobbed and screamed, begging for him not to live you.

He had left that world, to somewhere... far from everyone. You would never accept it. For you, he would always be there by your side. Always. As he had said in his last words.

The tears you shed that day were still marked on your soul, your heart broken, undone and desolate. Your other half had been ripped from you.

However, he had left roots... Roots that he never knew he would have and that you only found out about after his death.

After the funeral ceremony, you went back home and fell to your knees on the floor, crying until you couldn't anymore. Your strength had gone the moment you saw him lying down with his eyes closed, his body cold, nothing like when he was alive. His hands were always warm and warming yours when they were cold.

It was a shock, it was a trauma and you would have to live with that because he could no longer be by your side.

~~~

A few weeks after his death, you consulted Shinobu because you weren't feeling well and it wasn't because the death of your husband. It was physical synptoms, and that was when she told you something that made your world stopped for a moment. You were carrying a child, Kyojuro's child.

Of course, the last time you two had been together before his mission...Your last night.

You remembered the times when you two talked about having a family, he always said that he would like to be a father one day, it didn't matter if it was a boy or a girl. He just loved the idea of creating something with you.

But now he would no longer be here to see his baby grow up, there was only you left to play both roles. You swore to take care of this child and protect it no matter what. It would be the last thing left of him and that connected you to him even if he was no longer here.

Those were difficult months, especially because he wasn't by your side. You weren't alone, his younger brother and your Hashira comrades also helped you, But there always seemed to be something missing. It was him.

His presence, his warmth, his embrace.

When you were suffering, when you were screaming, crying, giving birth to your child, you called out to him, you asked him for help. You might not even see him, but he was right there by your side, holding your hand and encouraging you.

"Come on Y/n, you can do it." He said, crying at seeing you in labour."You're strong, my love. I know you can do it."

And you did it, you did it.

A little boy now in your arms, the reflection of his father. You hugged him and cried with happiness. Kyojuro was so pround, pround of you and of his son. He smiled at the perfect image in front of him. His family.

~~~

A year had passed since little Kyojuro was born. You had given him his name because you wanted your son to one day be proud to carry the name of the hero that was his father. You looked at the boy and smiled as you watched him giggle cutely as he play with the toys. He had a lot of energy and loved to eat. Just like his father. Someone who was always happy and hungry.

The boy's hair was also golden like his father's, as were his eyes. There weren't many of your features, which sometimes made you sighed. That man's genetics were strong. You could see from his father, Shinjuro, that his two sons were born just like him.

You used to visit his grave with the little boy in your arms, showing him what you both managed to do, the treasure he had left with you. You could swear you felt someone watching you sometimes and that someone was him.

Yes, he was there, right next to you, hugging you and your son. But unfortunately, you couldn't see him.

Until one night...

You were watching the boy, sleeping like an angel on the crib after trying to put him to sleep. Your eyes were admiring the little one's sleep and that's when you started to feel sleepy too. You when to the futon and let yourself fall asleep and that's when you had a dream.

"Y/n?" The voice called

You turned around and saw Kyojuro right in front of you, arms open and smiling. You ran to him and hugged him while crying to see him again.

"It's okay, love." He hugged you and kissed the top of your head. "I'm right here."

"Kyo... I missed you. I miss you so much." You cried, hugging him tighter

"I know. I know you didn't feel well after I left, I know it was hard for you, that you cried a lot and that you missed me. But I was here, always here. I promised, remember?" He pulled you away a little just to hold your face and make you look at him. "I saw you give birth and when you called for me in tears, I appeared and held your hand, encouraging you." He told you and you smiled knowing he was there at that important moment. "I felt so proud of you for bringing our son into this world. I'm so proud of you, I love you." He smiled

Now, that was the smile you wanted to see. He was smiling in a sweet and pure way, his face had no wounds or blood, there was no suffering in that man at that moment.

He was happy, he was proud.

"Kyojuro, I wish you were by my side so much, I wish you could see our little boy."You said through tears

"I know, and I'm sorry for can't go back, but believe me, I heard his every cry, every step he took, every little detail of him. I saw it. I really wanted to hold him in my arms, but I'd rather see you do it so I can hug you both."He said, stroking your cheeks gently with his thumbs. "But if you misse me, just call for me. Even if you can't hear my voice, I'll hear yours and I'll come find you, I'll hug you, I'll smile at you in the way that comforts you. Do you remember those times, my dear? When I smiled at you and you blushed?" He remembered and you gave a little laugh that warmed his heart

"Yes, of course I remember, my love. I remember every moment by your side."

"Me too. And seeing you happy is what makes me happy too. I'm not sad, I'm at peace and do you know why? Because I know you love me and you're alive, because I know our little one is fine and born healty, because I know you remember me and that you'll never forget me."

"Never, my love. I'll never forget you." You rested her forehead against his

Your lips brushed against each other until you kissed. A soft and slow kiss like he used to leave on your lips. He put his hands around your waist and you held his face, feeling the warmth of his skin under your hands. A warmth that you missed.

He pulled your body closer and moved away from your lips a little, looking at your face red from crying and using his hand to brush away the hair that was on your damp cheeks. He looked into your eyes and all you could see was how much he loved you there. You could stare at each other until you lost track of time, until you lost yourselves in the intensity.

"My dear wife...one day we'll be together again I promise. I promise, baby."He said and you nodded

"I want to be with you, I want so much to be by your side." You sniffed and he kissed your forehead

"I'll wait for you, but until we meet again, promise me you'll take care of you and our boy, please. Will you?"

"Yes, I promise. I will, I'll take good care of him and myself. You can rest assured, my love, I'll take care of everything here." Your tears ran down your face and he nodded

"I trust you, Y/n. You're a great mother and a great wife. I love you." He gave you one last kiss and slowly you felt his body disappear and that's when you felt your heart tighten

You woke up with a shiver and sat up on the mattress, feeling your face damp from the tears. You were dreaming about your husband, it seemed so real, he looked completely different from the last time you saw him. You were looking downcast and wiping away your tears when you were startled by the window suddenly opening. You looked towards it and could have sworn you smelled a familiar scent coming from there.

His scent.

You got up and approached the window but saw nothing outside. However, there was one thing you noticed. The boy's crib was right below the window. You looked at the sleeping little boy and that was when you smiled after connecting the dots. He had come to visit you and his son.

"I'll always be here. Always."