Idk What To Say With Kaku Being Hot And The Fact That Izana Heard It Aggshwhsnnnnn!!!!

idk what to say with kaku being hot and the fact that Izana heard it aggshwhsnnnnn!!!!

Kakucho x Fem!Reader

Summary: Christmas dinner with the Sano Family Household!

Word Count: 1976 Warnings: Manga spoilers (final arc), established relationship, cursing, and smut (kissing, grinding, spanking, Kakucho calling reader pet names, a bit of Dom!Kakucho, bondage, oral, edging, creaming, creampie, and a little aftercare). 

Tag: @mekiza for Secret Santa Collab and my person I am writing for is @nanamis-wifey-reye! I hope you like this :)

Special Thanks: EB for proofreading!

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The sound of the oven beeping, alerts you to grab oven mitts and open the oven’s door.  Once open, the aroma of your dish makes your mouth water. Mmmm, it’s perfect, smiling to yourself while pulling your dish out to carefully placing it on the counter. Izana and your beloved boyfriend, Kakucho, are hosting a small early Christmas dinner in their shared home. Christmas music is playing in the background, the Sano family is setting up the dining table, and the laughter of Emma’s and Draken’s newborn baby girl brings joy to everyone's ears. Removing the over mitts from your hands, someone slides their strong arms around your waist, leaning against you.

“Smells good,” Kakucho snuggles his head into the crook of your neck, “but not as good as you.” His hair tickles your neck, making you giggle softly. “Anything I can do to help, baby?”

“No, just waiting for this to cool down a bit before I take it to the table-” Kakucho releases you to grab the hot dish with his bare hands, “Ah wait! Kaku it’s too hot-!” You worry that his hands might get burned.

“I got it.” He smiles softly, giving you a quick peck on the forehead before bringing it to the dining table. Everyone stares at your dish, complimenting how it looks and delicious smells. Kakucho proudly gushes how amazing of a cook you are, bringing a bright and shy smile on your face.

Kakucho and you have been together for about two years. You two first met at Izana’s non profit organization ‘Tenjiku’, where you were one of the volunteers. You make bento boxes for the underprivileged orphans and play with them along with the others.

“It’s time to eat!” Izana gathers everyone to come sit at the dining table. You sit between Kakucho and Emma. Everyone passes the plates around to load the appetizing food and offers choices of holiday drinks. The conversations at the table vary between Mikey’s recent race competition, Shin’s bike shop, Izana’s organization, and Emma’s and Draken’s newborn. You hold their newborn, who is the exact copy of Emma. Blonde hair and big blue eyes. Blowing raspberries on her cute little tummy, she laughs while kicking her little feet. In the corner of your eye, you notice Kakucho staring at the both of you in a loving gaze. 

“What is it?” Tilting your head to the side, Kakucho breaks into a tender smile.

“Nothing, just think how cute you are.” Your cheeks have a little heat from his sudden compliment. Not knowing what to say you go back to playing with the baby. After the big feast, everyone is hit with food-coma. Feeling a bit tired yourself, you decide to take a nap in Kakucho’s bedroom. Heading to his bed, you slide into his warm comfy sheets. You lay face down, smelling his pillows which smells just like him and wrap yourself deeper into his comforting scent. “[Y/n]?” Hearing a light knock on his door, “Are you in here?”

“I’m in here.” Kakucho opens the door to find you all bundled up and chuckles.

“What are you doing, baby?” Leaning against the door frame with a sexy grin. 

“Just… missing your scent.” He raises one of his eyebrows, then comes into his bedroom, closes his door and makes sure it is locked. 

“If you miss my scent,” Sliding into the bed next to you and pulling your body onto his muscular body, “all you have to do is straddle me.” Laying on top of him, he rubs his large hands on your wonderland body, lighting your skin in a blaze. His hand moves your hair out of your face, tucking behind your ear. The way he looks at you, it’s as though you are the only woman for him. His fingers gently pull your face towards his, kissing your soft lips. 

The kiss starts off slow but deep, his other hand slides towards your ass and gives them a squeeze. Gasping, he slips his tongue into your mouth to play with yours. You moan into the steamy kiss and grind your hips to feel his clothed cock. He lets out a sexy low groan and spanks your ass, urging you to keep doing that. Moving your hips more, your panties get more wet. The friction of rubbing your clothed clit against his is infuriating. You need more.

“Mmm Kaku… need you.” You whimper close to his lips, pleading with your sensual gaze. Fortunately, you are wearing a dress, making it easier for him to slide his hand under to pull your wet panties off. Impatiently, you remove his trousers and boxers and toss them to the side. About to touch his large hardened cock, he stops you. “Kaku?” Not understanding why.

“You worked so hard today.” He sits up, the way his cock sliding across your wet slit makes you squeak. “Let me take care of you.” Flipping you onto your back, he reaches over to his side table to grab something from his drawer. It is a  gold rimmed, translucent ribbon, normally used for wrapping presents.

“What are you doing?” You ask him curiously, he smirks.

“I want to try something new. Do you trust me?” Nodding your head without hesitation, he grabs your chin and stoically stares into your eyes. “I’m going to need to hear you say it, baby girl.” Whoa, you did not know he had this side of him. Kakucho is normally a loving and tender lover. Excitement courses through your body, your clit throbs like crazy.

“Yes, I trust you.” He grabs your hands and ties the ribbon together in a nice, not too tight bow. Kakucho places a tender kiss on your wrists, then holds them against your tits. Sliding his muscular body down, his breath on your wet slit brings you shivers. 

“You have been so good this year.” Kakucho teasingly kisses your inner thighs, intentionally making your legs twitch with anticipation. “Just relax and be a good girl.” Sending you a dark smoldering look before diving into your drench cunt. You gasp loudly, his tongue aggressively and enthusiastically licks your entire pussy like it is his dessert. The wet lewd sounds his appreciation grunts, your stifled moans are all you can hear throughout his bedroom. His warm tongue slurping your jewel and slipping two fingers into your entrance. 

“Ah, Kaku~” Fucking his fingers into your tight hole, hitting your sweet spot. Over. And over. And over again. “I-I’m about to cum-!”

“Not yet.” His eyes meet your shocking gaze, he never edged you before. Whining, you are doing your best to hold back your orgasm. However, he makes it difficult for you especially with how hard he is sucking on your clit. 

“Kaku, please! I-I can’t take it!” You plead with tears forming in your eyes, but Kakucho still rejects you. Throwing your head back in, you try to squirm away from him in rebellion but his grip on you is strong. Kakucho looks back up at you, letting out a small chuckle. Where do you think you’re going? Feeling a little bad for making you hold out, he breaksway his lips from your swollen clit. 

“Does my poor baby want to cum?” Nodding your head while whimpering, he blows air into your pussy and your legs twitch. “Use your words.”

“Yes, yes! Please, please, please. Need’ta cum. Wanna cum so bad.” You quietly beg him, tears roll down your heated cheeks. He had never witnessed this look on your face before, it made his cock throb hard. You look so pretty with your cheeks flush and the way you desperately whine for him. He loves it. Using his free hand, he cups your cheek and smirks.

“Hold on for just a little longer.” Not giving you a chance to plead, he easily split your pussy with his hardened cock. You yelp how rough he is with you, but you are all for it. He slams his cock aggressively, making his bed squeak and headboard hit against the wall. His harsh pace is making it even more difficult for you not to scream in pleasure. Especially the way Kakucho hits your g spot, your eyes rolling back. To add more intensity, he slides his hand down to your neck and grabs it to rut his cock into your cunt mercilessly. 

“F-fuckkkkkk.” You can’t take it anymore, accidentally cumming and creaming around his girth without permission. Does Kakucho care? No. Absolutely not. This turns him feral to see white substances around his cock. He continues his pace relentlessly to keep you high in pleasure. Once he feels you are back down, he flips your shaky body and lifts your hips up.

“Shit, baby.” Spreading your pussy with his hands, he sees how creamy and messy you are. “Look so good.” Pushing his cock back into your tight messy hole, he watches your ass bounce. He smacks your ass but not as hard as he likes because the house is quiet and he did not want anyone to interrupt. You moan erratically and gripping into his sheets, he is turning your brain into mush. Kakucho grabs your hair, twirls it, and pulls it hard while fucking you like a jackhammer. 

“Oh, god-!” Kakucho covers your mouth with his other large hand to prevent you from alerting everyone in the house. 

“You gotta stay quiet baby.” He breathlessly instructs you, feeling your drool dripping into his palm. Not bothersome for him, Kakucho keeps going at a steady pace. His cock starts to pulsate, ready to paint your walls. Sweat drips on his forehead, he softly pants, and his rhythm grows sloppy. “Argh, baby.” He moans, thick ropes of cum fills you up. Pulling his cock out, thick loads of cum dribble out of your pussy. “Baby, are you alright?” Leaning forward, swiping loose hair strands on your glowing face. 

“Yeah,” You smile while dropping your hips down, trying to calm your racing heart, “are you?” Kakucho helps untie the ribbon and check your wrist to make sure there are no marks on them.

“I’m alright, I hope I wasn’t too rough with you.”

“No no, that was new and amazing.” Looking back at him curiously, “What made you try this?” You couldn’t tell if his cheeks are red from the rough sex you two had or because he is embarrassed since he is rubbing the back of his neck. 

“It was something I was curious about.” You can tell he wasn’t telling you the whole truth, but not wanting to push further you let it go. “Stay here, I’ll go grab a towel to clean you up.” You nod, letting your tired eyelids drop. Kakucho grabs his boxer and steps outside of his bedroom to find a hand towel in the hallway closet. 

“So did you try it?” Izana’s voice startles Kakucho. He stands behind the closet door when Kakucho closes it.

“I, uh…” Izana’s teasing smirk widens, knowing he helped spice up their sex life. Not that Kakucho nor you were complaining about it. It was Izana that was concerned.

“You know my room is across from yours right? I heard you both. Seems like [Y/n] is really into it since I can hear her this time.” 

“Izana, please.” Kakucho’s cheeks are as red as a tomato.

“Alright, alright I’ll drop it.” Raising both of his hands up playfully. “Though, I wasn’t expecting you to do this now, when everyone is in the house. Didn’t know you are that kinky, Kakucho.” Teasing him one last time before Kakucho runs back to the room to get away from this embarrassing conversation and Izana chuckles. “Consider this as a pre Christmas gift, [Y/n].” He heads back to his bedroom to start wrapping lots of presents to bring to the orphans at Tenjiku on Christmas Day. 

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pervert! manjiro is your best friend, you‘ve been friends for over 5 years now.

pervert! manjiro who thinks you‘re adorable, he loves the way you‘re so innocent, it makes him gets so turned on :( the way you‘ve never touched yourself because you‘re scared & don‘t how :((

pervert! manjiro who steals your panties every time he comes over, & you would be so clueless about it, everytime he sees you distracted he would sneakily slip away & go to your bedroom, he would search for your already used panties in your laundry & he would pick them up & shove them in his pocket.

pervert! manjiro who's a pervert & doesn‘t even try to slightly hide it, he‘d grope & play with your boobs all the time & you being so dumb & innocent you think that it's okay for him to do that! manjiro also reassures you about it & says that it's okay! :)

pervert! manjiro who would cuddle you & have his face between your breasts, basically drooling on them.

you felt his hard dick brush against you, causing you to let out a gasp, mikey‘s breathe hitched once he felt his dick brush against your clothed cunt, "y/n...c-can you help me...?" mikey asked in the softest tone you‘ve ever heard him talk in.

mikey tucked down his pants along with his boxers, his hard cock sprung out which made you let out a gasp, "look y/n... it hurts" & you would believe him, it does look like it's in a lot of pain after all. his red tip, & his veins that run alongside his dick. you suddenly brushed your hands on the tip making mikey let out a whimper.

pervert! manjiro who would have you jerk him off, your small hands wrapped around his length, your strokes were slow, scared that you might hurt him :((

at the end mikey would be cumming all over your hands, sticky & hot substances covering your hands. while Mikey was trying to calm down after his orgasm, your curiosity got the best of you & you decided to taste his semen, you quickly licked your finger that had a little of mikey‘s semen on them.

pervert! manjiro who caught you doing that & his cock got hard again, without mentioning that he saw you tasting his cum he just pulled you into an unexpected kiss, "y/n...it‘s not enough, your pussy needs to help too" he whispered in between the kiss.

mikey‘s fingers brushed against your cunt, "can i put it in?" & You nodded, you don't mind giving your first time to manjiro! he is the sweetest after all, he‘ll also probably take good care of you! :))

THAT'S SO CUTE????

tokyo revengers | mikey.s ⏤ 01:15

mikey meets his future child through takemichi

not proofread ; please excuse the grammar/spelling mistakes

Takemichi couldn’t be happier, after all the grievances and the heartache, he was finally able to go through a timeline that resulted in everyone’s happy ending. He was all the more grateful at the fact that he’s been made to be the godfather of your child who is now four years old. The only problem was that, although it wasn’t intentional, Takemichi ended up travelling back in time when playing around with your adorable toddler and ends up….bringing your toddler with him…

Takemichi didn’t know what to do, he was suddenly back in the past, back in his high school days when he finally was able to give everyone a happy ending. Everyone was on their way to a bright and happy future so he wants to keep everything as normal as possible.

If anything changes, if you and Mikey meet your future son, Kenjiro…Takemichi doesn’t know the implications. He doesn’t want to potentially ruin anything for the future happiness he worked so hard to achieve and will now protect with his life.

While he tries to figure out how to get back to the future, he’s going to have to keep Kenjiro from going outside as much as possible. It seemed like a simple task until the little boy started throwing tantrum after tantrum, day after day about wanting to see his papa and mama.

“I-I can’t Kenjiro-kun, they’re busy right now,” Takemichi exasperates, sweating nervously under his collar - he’s piling up on homework and assignments to be able to take care of the little boy and he’s worrying the gang and Hina with his absence. And now he’s having to deal with endless tantrums begging to see you and Mikey. Takemichi loves his godson but…he doesn’t know if he could take this much longer!

“B-bu” the little boy huffs, unable to pronounce his ‘T’s “wanna see papa! wanna see mama!” before the little boy, who was a splitting image of Mikey’s younger self but with your eyes and nose, could cry even further, Takemichi finally came up with a compromise.

“I-I’ll let you see them!”

“Really?” The boy’s eyes sparkled with joy, beginning to bounce on the balls of his feet at the prospect of finally getting to see you and his papa again. He misses your warm cuddles and he misses riding atop his papa’s strong shoulders, his godfather tries to calm him down by mimicking them but it never feels right.

“But you need to promise to not let them see you, okay?” Takemichi held up his pinkie finger.

“Why?...” once again, tears pooled into Kenjiro’s eyes.

“I-It’s a game you’re playing together!” the blonde hurriedly tries to reason, “And the prize is dorayaki!”

“Okay!” without a fuss, Kenjiro agrees. He’s definitely Mikey’s son.

Takemichi took Kenjiro to see you both during a Toman meeting even if it was past your son’s bedtime. It’s a dirty trick but the blonde hoped that having the usual ball of energy more drowsy than usual would play in his favour when he finally does see the two of you again. If Kenjiro did something unexpected and snuck off or rushed to you, it would be a massive spoiler for the future, especially since you and Mikey weren’t together yet…

“There see?” Takemichi, holds the little boy up as much as he could without drawing too much attention from anyone in the meeting of founders and their vice captains.

“Mama…” Kenjiro whispers pointing to you chatting away with Emma, keeping her company as the others continue to discuss where to keep a closer eye on.

“That’s right,” Takemichi silently cheers, thanking that his plan worked on coming out at night.

“Papa…” Kenjiro points to Mikey before beginning to tear up. He missed his parents so much and all that build up of frustration, loneliness and desperation came pouring out due to his fatigue.

Just as Takemichi realises what’s about to happen, a resounding sob slices through the calm air of the chill night.

“What the fuck?” Pah exclaims exactly what everyone was thinking as they turn to see Takemichi with a child in his arms that looks surprisingly like Mikey.

“Is that a little kid?” Mitsuya continues in disbelief. What was going on? And why did the little boy look like their commander, who was intrigued enough to raise a questioning brow at the situation.

“Papa!” the little boy wails, stretching his little pudgy arms out towards Mikey.

“Who is that, Takemitchy?” Mikey asks, not knowing how to process being called a father. He hasn’t been interested enough in a girl to have a kid.

Everyone subconsciously leaned in closer, anticipating his answer, “Haha…funny story…”

“Mama!” Kenjiro bawled louder as he reached out to you and everyone’s breaths still. There was no point in hiding the truth, everyone knew his time travel ability anyway.

“He’s your future son Mikey-kun and…(Y/N)-chan…”

You gave a silent scream as Emaa squealed beside you, she’s known about your huge crush on her brother for such a long time and supported your love in everything because she knew you were the perfect fit for her brother. Maybe this was the opportunity to get you two together!

All other captains and their vices had a mix of reactions. Mitsuya and Draken simply tried to process the new information as much as they could whereas Chifuyu tried to speculate how his partner managed to time travel with a toddler but finally came to terms with why he hadn’t been around for a while.

Mikey simply tilted his head at the little boy. From all the tears and fussing, Takemichi finally set down and immediately ran to him, “Papa! Papa ups!” Kenjiro makes grabby hands at the blonde.

“Well would you look at that?” Baji teases with a toothy grin his arm draped across Kazutora’s shoulders who snickered behind him. Everyone watched as Mikey complied and dropped down to hold the boy up in his arms, “Mikey’s a dad~”

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Draken chuckles, his heart light at the idea of his friend having such a domestic but happy future.

“And all because of (Y/N)-chan! Ahhhhhhh!” Emma squeals once again, shaking you by the shoulders and redirecting everyone’s attention to you and just when you were beginning to calm down and process the situation. Thank you, Emma….

“Mama….” After finally getting the chance to calm down in his dad’s arms, Kenjiro reaches out to you, still being in Mikey’s arms, one hand clutching the blonde’s gang unifor as the other makes grabby gestures at you. Following his son’s command, Mikey makes his way over to you as everyone watches, grinning to their ears. They’ve seen you dancing circles around Mikey, trying to catch his attention in subtle ways only to be considered a friend by the oblivious blonde. It was quite painful to watch but wherever they could, they tried to help you in your endeavours. Most of the help was from Mitsuya, Draken, the twins, Chifuyu and Takemichi, though others were often too lazy to participate in romance.

Wordlessly, you reach out to hold the little boy's small hand in yours and are instantly infatuated by him. He looks like a baby Mikey but with your eyes and nose, the perfect mix between you two. He’s so handsome, just like his father, you thought with a prominent heat in your cheeks.

“Hey there, why were you crying?” you softly ask, the motherly instincts in you taking over, not realising the strange effect it was having on Mikey. As he watched you interact with his future son, he pondered what a perfect mother you would be, your delicate touch that always helped nurse his wounds, your caring words that never failed to comfort him and the warmth you exude as a person was ideal for a mother.

“Missed you mama…and papa,”

“It’s okay baby, we’re here now,” you comfort, leaning down to press a soft kiss on the toddler’s pink cheek, earning a wide grin reminiscent of his fathers. The two of you stood closer as you watched your future son slip into the world of dreams, his one hand still clinging onto Mikey’s shirt as the other held onto two of your fingers.

“So you’re my future wife,” Mikey announces, breaking the soft silence.

“U-uhh yeah,” you don’t know what else to say and look down in embarrassment.

“That means you like me,”

“Y-yeah…”

“...Why have you never told me?” everyone wanted to facepalm at his blunt statement, how could he be so nonchalant about the situation? They didn’t know, however, that he was internally screaming with joy.

“I-I thought I was being so obvious!” you cry out and accidentally wake Kenjiro again.

Before you could apologise and lul him back to sleep, he looks around with curious eyes and asks, “Where’s nee-san?”

YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER TOO?!

Everyone looks at Takemichi as he shrugs in response, “he has an older sister, your first kid together looks a lot like you (Y/N)-chan,” the blonde tries to end on a lighter note but you were about to faint.

“Wh-what are their names?” Mikey asks, bringing you closer to his side with a hand on your waist, not catching the flustered expression it pulls from you as Kenjiro giggles in his father’s arms. He and his older sister know everything that goes on between their mum and dad and it didn’t help that their aunty Emma loved to comment on how she helped them get together and how they acted around each other in high school.

“Your daughter is called Emica, named after Emma-chan and he,” Takemichi points to your son, “is called Kenjiro, you named him after Draken.” The mentioned couple smiled at the honour of being an inspiration in naming your children.

“We have a bright future, Takemichi?” Chifuyu asks, catching everyone’s attention.

“Brighter than ever,” Takemichi grins, which is reciprocated by everyone.

thoughts? ; this was a fun little thought bubble at 1am XD ; it all came from reading so many bnha x reader scenarios on it

navi.

Heyo! Thought I'd drop in with a request, but realized I couldn't tell if they were closed or not, so! If they're open, I have a small (I hope?) request/idea for you! If they're closed... Well, refer to the end of this for the relevant information (it's relevant either way, I'm just saying you can skip the request).

Anyways-

The request: So... I was wondering if you could do a multi character scenario or something? I had an idea where Y/N (probably from our world or something, for plot convenience) manages to get the power to remove Kagaya's curse (plat! Relationship with him. Like, he thinks of them as his child?) But, the repercussions of said power is that the curse is now transferred to them and they hide they have it until they physically can't anymore? Um... Yeah. But, basically, what would everyone's reactions be?

But, yeah. That's it for the request.

NOW!

The relevant information:

Your writing is amazing. Keep it up. YOU are amazing. I hope your life is going well, and that it only gets better. Anyways, have a good day/afternoon/night/whatever-it-is-when-you-see-this. 💜

Unknown Angel

Pairing: Hashiras x reader/ Platonic! Kagaya x reader

Category: angst

Warning(s)/note(s):gn! Reader, death, talk and descriptions of diseases(Kagaya’s curse), platonic! Kagaya, reader got isekai-d into kny, author took a deep dive down Japanese mythology/folklore but i’m no expert so i apologize for any inaccuracies and feel free to correct me! Not proofread

A/n: OMG OMG OMG THIS IS SO SWEET thank you so much for the kind words, it really means a lot to me that you enjoy my writing! And thank you for reading my fics! I hope you have a wonderful day/afternoon/night as well alongside all the joy in life 💕🍡🎐 also! My requests are open! Creating a request rules post has completely escaped my mind but i’ll get to it soon!

It was the soothing tranquility, strangely yet comfortingly frolicking around you in what you imagined to be similar to the mist that slightly alleviated the inner turmoil that was eating at your insides.

Even with the Master’s requests of being given an Estate, you had asked to be accommodated in a regular minka, far from the Estates of the hashiras, far from the Master himself, far from prying eyes and into a secluded location only the leader of the Corps and yourself knew about. It had seemed ridiculous, you knew you had been surely criticized by the other slayers(which was further backed by the fact that Sanemi had all too happily sneered in your direction upon hearing of your request), but you knew you needed to be far away from everyone else to be able to put your plan into action. You would not be a burden. Instead, you would remove the burden from their shoulders.

One would think, being transported into an anime would be the root of newfound love, friendships and all the goodies. But was the really true, when you were here with a role to fulfill? And not your typical become a demon-slayer and defeat Muzan role though..perhaps you’d play a small role in achieving that. On your first night when Shinobu Kocho had graciously volunteered to house you, your sleep had been interrupted by a shikigami. Perhaps, waking up screaming in the middle of the night would alert the entire Butterfly Estate which is exactly what happened. And Shinobu Kocho had barged into your room with her sword at the ready. But when she’d set sight on the bird, she reassured you- and you had the feeling her patience wore thin- that crows often flew into the manor at night.

But crows don’t bring foreboding news, do they? After Kocho had retreated back to her room, it was in a dry voice that the so called crow had announced your purpose amidst lots of squawking; to rid the Ubuyashiki line of their curse.

It seemed to wait for you to pick your jaw back up from the ground before continuing with its explanation. What you had previously mistaken to be a mission to kill Muzan(which before you had gotten thrown into the anime, you had thought to be the only way to remove the curse) turned out to actually be a piece of cake.

Fruit cake.

Removing the curse as a whole would be impossible without the death of Muzan—and you had taken pride in saying told ya to the crow who promptly pecked you— but it could be transferred from one body to another. In this case, from Kagaya to yourself. You had visibly winced at that, contemplating the pros and the cons. You had little choice but to accept as you knew you were not skilled enough to become slayer. Perhaps this little contribution the corps could go a long way, right? Even if it meant gambling your life away.

You had performed the ritual unbeknownst to anyone, spilling your blood which had sealed the path the curse would take to leave the Master’s body and enter yours. You had watched as the veins on his forehead lessened and more appeared on yours instead. Day by day, his health improved while yours deteriorated. Though you felt the satisfaction at being useful for once, it did hurt to say goodbye to your life, watching it recede little by little.

The shikigami stayed by your side, that much you were grateful for. In your stead, it flew around the Corps, gathering information and reporting back to you. You knew then, that their happiness was short-lived, because they had found a new source of worry. You.

It seemed to them that you had completely skipped off the radar. Though Kagaya remained true to his words of not disclosing your location, he was being pestered so to speak about your current state.

When he did visit, the truth which you had tried so hard to conceal was at last revealed. He had nearly fallen when witnessing your state. You mirrored himself when he was younger, sicklier. Nothing coming from you helped ease the tension and at the end, all he could do was cradle your weak body like a child’s and weep.

The hashiras knew something was wrong when their had returned and carefully avoided the topic of interest. What would he tell them? That you were dying? That you had done something which should place you at the head of the Corps because you were more deserving of the place than him. But they deserved to know. In their absence, the curse had advanced too far— in fact it seemed to have quickened its pace after the transmission— and by the time Muzan would be defeated..

You hadn’t been expecting a reunion or anything. You hadn’t thought of throwing around a pity party. Perhaps it was unfair to them, but you had thought it better to drift off into the afterlife without informing anyone. Your reasoning was that it would lessen the pain. Besides, it’s not like mattered.

Why, then, was your shikigami trying to chase them away from your house?

The first person to materialize by your side was Mitsuri. Her voice turned shrill when she tried, tried to ask you what you had done but the hiccups and sobbing made it hard for her to fully form sentences and she took to instead hugging you, sobbing into your shoulder. While the others didn’t have such a hysterical reaction, they were still stunned, watching the scene unfold. They seemed unsure of how to react and you didn’t blame them. Oh, if only they hadn’t come. Your sight had been long lost to the curse but you knew by the sound of the footsteps and the by the rough skin of the hands that was tracing the scarred skin on your forehead, that Sanemi was also worried.

Your skin pricked from their gazes, you knew they had gotten closer. Maybe they were surrounding you? You could only offer a sad smile and you felt Mitsuri sob a little harder. Throughout the time you had spent with them, though short, you had built a special bond with each of them(though some of them blatantly refused to admit it). And now, they were watching your lifeline disappear and just as unexpectedly as you had appeared into their lives, you would be gone. They understood better than anyone that lives were precious things, that it could so easily be ripped away. Becoming a member of the Demon Slayer Corps wad akin to signing your death warrant. But you weren’t even a part of it. You weren’t dying because of a demon. It was on your own volition that you had helped them, washing away a centuries’ old curse.

This was not a fairytale because if it were, perhaps they wouldn’t have been by your side as you took in your last breath.

hq boys and soulmates

daichi, tsukishima, oikawa

PAIRING: Oikawa Tooru x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff | friends to lovers | romance | soulmate au

wc: 3.3k

a/n: THIS has to be my favorite of all the three ive written for this series (´ ω `♡) i fell in love with the concept (maybe bc i resonate with them lmao) and i went overboard with this csjsbms i hope you guys like this as well! enjoy~

oikawa

He lets go of your wrist, and in a snap, Oikawa becomes frantic, almost like he’s losing his mind. He has his palms pressed on the socket of his eyes as he paces back and forth.

“Oikawa-san.” You call for his name, but his mind is elsewhere.

“Oikawa-san, please calm down!” You stop his trides by pulling the hem of his shirt. His hands fall to his sides as he peers at you. Worry and exhaustion clad his face. You never thought he’d react this way, not from someone who appears to have an unbreakable confidence.

“Listen.” You speak as your fingers ungrasps his shirt. Turning your back on him, you gather your hair in one hand while the other hand tugs the collar of your uniform, revealing your nape to him. Your voice came out clear.

“We’re the same.”

3 hours ago.

Stepping inside the volleyball gym would have been a nightmare for a person who hates crowds and social interaction. Still, luckily, you’re friends with Iwaizumi. Actually, ‘friends’ is barely a term for it. You happened to share one class with him last year and felt comfortable with each other’s presence. 

“Iwa!” You scream as soon as you spot him by the benches, tucking his jersey shirt inside his shorts. It is with a quick wave that you summoned him to come to you.

“Hey, what’s up?” He briefly smiles before pulling his eyes back to his tucked shirt, pulling out the linen near the garter out of his shorts so his top won’t be too stretched and tucked inside.

“Where’s the captain?”

“Shittykawa?” He arches brow making you titter. Although the nickname he has of him may appear insulting, his tone was rather coated with affection.

“Yeah, that guy. I need him for this.” You wave a notebook in your grasp in the space between you.

“He’s at the club room. The small building adjacent to the gym.” You quickly bid him thanks before jogging your way out of the volleyball gym. Following his directions, you find yourself in front of a mahogany door and rapping three consecutive knocks alerted the man inside the room.

“I’m still here-” 

Without thinking much of your actions, your hand lands on the doorknob, swiftly twist the it before pushing the door open. Your eyes immediately land on a toned bareback. His shirt is over his head, and the expanse of his dorsal is exposed to you. Your eyes capture the space below his nape, eyelids widening at the visual in front of you. As if sensing your eyes on him, his upper body turns. His eyes meet yours, mirroring your wide gaze.

“AH!” You both scream in unison. He jumps in surprise while your grip tightens around the knob as you pull the door close. Your hand rests on your chest as an attempt to steady your heartbeat. Your mind replays the image you saw seconds ago. Oikawa-san is…? You shake your head to the sides to stop the building thoughts in your head. You don’t want to intrude his personal life. Seeing the unmarked skin on his back is already means you have crossed lines.

“I have your notebook, and you have mine. I’ll wait for you after practice. Sorry!” Your shout behind the door before running away.

You have nowhere to kill time so have no option but to go back to the gym. Iwaizumi sees you climbing to the mezzanine and joining the rest of the students screaming and waving at the players. The men’s volleyball team have a practice match against another team today so everyone is anticipating it.

Leaning your body forward on the steel barrier to support your weight, your orbs lock with Iwaizumi who’s at the court waiting for you to notice him. He raises his hand up with his fingers spreaded apart. He rotates his wrists from side-to-side, a nonverbal way of asking “he’s not there?”

Immediately, embarrassement paints the tip of your ears. You smack the notebook to your face while your other hand stretches out. You pop your thumb out before drawing a straight across your neck. You slowly drag the notebook down just enough for him to see your eyes. Iwaizumi’s shoulders shakes from laughter, enjoying the distressed look on your face.

Albeit, the man of the conversation shows up minutes after your exchange with spiker. His expression is flat and he didn’t bother waving at the audience like he used to do. He walks pass iwaizumi without batting an eye at him. He neither look angry nor pissed but rather he appears clouded by his thoughts.  

The game ends with the homecourt winning two out of the three sets. You make it a point to sneak out and wait for Oikawa outside the gym as you lean back against the wall. Soon enough, your eyes spot a brunette walking with the rest of the third years of the volleyball team with a towel wrapped around his neck.

“Oikawa-san.” You call for him quietly and in a snap his charming smile washes off his face. You gulp, knowing exactly that you are the cause of his despair.

“Walk with me.” He pulls you by the wrist, making you slightly off balance. He didn’t bother bidding goddbye to his companion as he drags you out to the gate of the school. Your view hinders you to see the expression on his face but his grip on you is enough to tell you he’s pissed. The unusual behavior of the captain tugging a nameless student out of Aoba Johsai earned whispers.

“Where are we going?” You ask when his feet trails down an empty street.

“Somewhere where we can be alone.” He replies. You shift your attention to the signs on the streets.

Minamisakuracho, Higakisakuracho, Shiroishi… Then, it hits you.

The riverside.

The Shiroishi river is glamored in pink cherry blossom, attracting tourists and locals to feast in their eyes with its awe-strucking beauty. But for the first time, you completely ignore the breathtaking view. All you can think of is the thick air between you and the captain.

Upon reaching a spot by the riversider where no eyes can spy, he lets go of your wrist. In a snap, Oikawa became frantic, almost like he’s losing his mind. He has his palms pressed on the socket of his eyes as he paces back and forth.

“Oikawa-san.” You call for his name, but his mind is elsewhere.

“Oikawa-san, please calm down!” You stop his trides by pulling the hem of his shirt. His hands fall to his sides as he peers at you. Worry and exhaustion clad his face. You never thought he’d react this way, not from someone who appears to have an unbreakable confidence.

“Listen.” You speak as your fingers ungrasps his shirt. Turning your back on him, you gather your hair in one hand while the other hand tugs the collar of your uniform, revealing your nape to him. Your voice came out clear.

“We’re the same,” You expose to him your unmarked skin just below your nape. In a world where society dictates your ability to feel emotions through tiny moles marked on your back, it takes a huge toll for glitches to appear normal in the eyes of the typical. Glitches are humans without marked skin. They are seen as a void. An emotional filler before you find your true love.

Supposedly, each person has a mole or moles on their back dotted along their spine. The number of moles determines the number of times you fall in love. For a person with two moles, it takes them one lover before finding their soulmate. A person with three takes two lovers before they meet their final mate, but for someone who has none, falling in love is never part of their fate. They are not destined for someone and in the same logic, they are claimed to be emotionless.

Like, you and Oikawa.

“Is that what you’re worried about?” You free your hair, letting it sway on your back before turning around to face him. His lips are ajar, his eyes held you endearingly. You continue, boring your eyes at him. “Your secret is safe with me.”

He steps in, surprising you as he wraps his arms around your body. His head is pressed next to yours and he mutters in reply. “Thank you.”

The following weeks went by quickly, in parallel with your growing friendship with Oikawa. You assumed that the confrontation by the river he would make him stir away from you. You thought you’d become a constant reminder of his shortcomings. But contrary to your assumption, he stuck up to you like a lost kitten growing fond of a stranger passing by.

“(Y/n)!” A hurried voice resonates from the hallway outside your classroom. You turn your head to see who it is but judging from the voice alone you could almost tell who it is.

“Tooru?” The way you said his first name earns whispers among your classmates. Bothered by the unwanted attention you’re getting, you approach Oikawa, and he instantly pulls you out to the hallway. He caves you between his body and the wall as his hand plants on the space next to your head. He crunches down to match your height.

“They’re changing our jersey to a non-collared shirt for summer. Our adviser wants us to try it now to test if it’s comfortable.” His voice is already low enough for the two of you to hear, but his following statement came out quieter. “The skin below my nape is exposed. I checked it in the mirror.”

Suddenly, an idea struck you.

“I have a plan.” You say, running back to your seat to grab a marker. You emerge back to the hallways, waving the marker to his face. In an instant, his eyes sparkle in hope. 

“Let’s go.” 

He leads you inside the gym to the back part of the room. A small door leads to what seems like a stock room. He turns the knob and pushes it open. “Here.” He ushers you to come in. 

This is a suspiciously cramped space for two people, but you didn’t think twice as you followed him inside and instead, you focus on today’s goal. Nonetheless, your lids peel in panic and shock at the boy taking off his shirt.

“Woah, wait.” You say in surprise, hands fiddling around, torn between keeping them at your side or covering your eyes with it. 

“What? You’ve seen my naked back before.” He casually says. He tearing your hands away from your face, shooting you a smile. Your eyes ogle at his naked back, feeling like an intruder watching someone change clothes. He kneels down before you, his back facing you. He speaks.  “This is not something new to you, and you have to nail my fake birthmark. Now, quick.”

“Demanding.” You scoff as you approach him. He turns his head to glance at you through his shoulder.

“Please?” He sweetly says, winking, thereafter, earning another scoff from you. 

“How many times do you want to fall in love?” You ask. He twists his neck sideways to look at you, orbs held earnest. You never thought he’d take your question seriously.

“Once.” His voice shifts from playful to serious. You nod at him though he can’t fully see you. You place your palm on his shoulder as you carefully aim at the spot where most people have it. He’s reticent, and you can imagine his face in deep thought even though you can only see the back of his head.

“Does it bother you when people find out you’re a glitch?” He breaks the silence.

“It used to but not anymore.” The tip of the marker kisses his skin, leaving a perfectly fake birthmark on his back. Your mouth forms an “o”  closes the gap between the two of you as you blow on the wet paint. Your warm breath sends shivers down his spine.

“They call us glitches or emotionally numb individuals, but I don’t think that’s the case. Sure, they say that people with marks fall in love intensely. I’ve read books about how their stomach turns, or how their heads feel light when their partner kisses them or touches them but there is not much data about us because we fall into the 5% of the population. All articles about glitches are written by the marked ones. How can they be sure that we can’t fall in love too? So, I thought maybe… maybe we love differently.” 

He caughts you unguarded as he turns around to face you. You keep your feet on the ground as he draws his face to you. The curves of his features softens and a hint of affection and admiration burns in his eyes. The corners of his lips pull into a smile, the same rare genuine smile you saw on the riverside. 

“Turn around.” He says as soon as he snatches the marker away from your grip. Your feet move hesitantly and stop at where your side faces him. His hand gathers your hair to one side as he dips closer to you. His face unlawfully too near yours as the cold tip of the marker lands on your warm skin, marking a dot below your nape.

He pulls back to hold your gaze. You blink at him repeatedly as you feel your cheeks burn at the way he’s looking at you. You have never seen him in this way. He is longing, almost like he’s memorizing every inch of your face. His smile remains on his face as he peers at you fondly.

“I think I feel it. I hope you do too.” He murmurs to himself. Albeit, it was inaudible to you.

“Hm?” You hum in question but he responds with a shake of his head.

“Nothing.” He playfully stains your cheek using the marker, painting your right cheek with a black streak. He stands on his feet and turns his back to you. Still lost in thought, you watch him pull his shirt over his head. What the hell was that? He walks past you and opens the stock room door, revealing Iwaizumi walking by. The spiker pauses when he spots you two inside the stock room.

“Okay, what is going on here?” A smirk plays on his face.

“The ventilation.” You spit out in panic.

“Hm,” He nods at you unconvincingly.

“It’s, uh, broken. Tooru showed it to me.” You bit your tongue. It’s clear as daylight that you’re a terrible liar.

“TOORU showed it to you.” He emphasizes your use of first names.

“Yeah, we’re fri-” Oikawa cuts you off when he drapes his arm over your shoulder.

“You’re embarrassing her, Iwa-chan. The stock room is nice place but a bit dusty. Why do you care if we spend time there?” He sneers. Iwaizumi narrows his eyes at the captain and shoots you a knowing smile before leaving the two of you. You nudge Oikawa’s side using your elbow when the spiker is out of sight.

“You made it sound like we’re doing something we’re not supposed to!” You pull him down by his shirt, making him crunch down to your level.

“My words were vague. It’s up to him how he takes it. Besides, it makes us look like a couple. I have one mark on my back, and so do you. If we appear like a couple, the rest of the students will stop breathing down my neck to see how many marks I have.” He straightens his back. 

Likewise, it works to your advantage since you feel uncomfortable when people ask the number of moles you have, so fake dating Oikawa will lessen the talks around you.

“I guess we can work on that, boyfriend.” You shrug, shooting him a smile. “Anyway, I have to go.” 

“Wait.” He says. You turn your body to see him. “Did you hear what I said a while ago?”

“No.” You study his face. His brows form a scowl on his forehead nonetheless he smiles.

“Meet me by the river after practice.” He flashes you a teeth-showing smile, his Duchene marks showing on his face.

Hence, you head to the gym after classes to wait for him. After practice, Oikawa jogs to you the minute it ends. On the other hand, Iwaizumi sees you together, shooting you a teasing smile. He mouths you “update please.” But you scowl at him in return, thus earning a chuckle form him.

The whole walk to the river is in pure silence. It’s not unusual to walk with him in silence since there are times when the two of you would prefer to indulge yourself in nature and keep your words to yourself. Soon, you both reach the destination. You flump at the grass near the river, and he does the same. You rest your weight on your hand as it anchors behind you. Your one leg folded up while the other stretched across the dry land.

“I have something to say.” Oikawa states. You look at him only to realize that he has been staring at you the entire time. You push yourself up to sit, before dusting off your hands. You stretch out a smile as you wait for him to continue.

“What is it?” You say, squinting your eyes as the sunset hue glares behind his figure.

“I love you.” He utters. Your lids strip open though the sun blinds your vision. You look at him, probably, waiting for him to tell you it’s a joke, but the unwavering expression on his face tells you otherwise. “Heck, I don’t even know if I have the right to say I’m in love but what I feel for you is something I have never felt before. As a glitch, I’d like to believe we have the power to choose our soulmates, and I choose you.” 

Your heart skips a beat.

You put your hand over your chest as the overwhelming loud thumping of your heart begins to deafen your hearing. At the same time, your palms turn cold and numb. Your stomach twists in knots and tiny prickling sensations crawl up to your cheeks.

“Are you okay?” Oikawa says when he sees you clutching onto your shirt. Then, you remember all the books you’ve read. The ones were written by the marked ones. The uncontrolled heartbeats are followed by necessary action. A step that will take you farther and deeper into your emotions.

To prove your hunches.

So, you lean froward. Your hands landing on his shirt as you pull him close to you. Your mouth aims for his lips, and without much thought you land a peck on his plumped ones. It was short yet remarkable. Pulling back from the quick kiss, you watch him experience the phenomenon. If he physically feels it, then you might be right. Maybe glitches aren’t numb. You are capable of feeling love. Your cheeks burn bright crimson as your teeth claw on your bottom lip. Oikawa feels his pulse through his neck as his eyes stare at you. His pupils dilates and his ears turn red.

“Can you feel it too?” Your eyes mirror his’. He nods. 

“One more.” He says before crashing his mouth against yours. This time it wasn’t a peck. His lips envelop yours as it lazily moves around every inch and corner of your mouth. His mouth tastes like a lemon power drink, the one he drinks during matches and practices. A warm hand cups your cheeks, guiding you to switch directions, lips momentarily leaving yours as his head tilts to the other side. You moan as he goes deeper into the kiss, feeling his thumb rubbing against the crest of your cheek. He pulls back slowly, just enough for him to rest his forehead on yours.

“I love you too,” You say between breaths.

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this! as always likes and rbs are always welcome!~

Masterlist | HQ Masterlist

series masterlist!

to keep things organized, i’m making a list of all the prompts i have that include more than one part :)

here they are!

telling their s/o they’re being too clingy

part 1: atsumu, sakusa, and oikawa!

part 2: kenma, osamu, and suna!

part 3: tsukishima, ushijima, and iwaizumi!

part 4: akaashi, kita, and bokuto!

reacting to their s/o wearing another guy’s jacket

part 1: sakusa, ushijima, and osamu!

part 2: kita, atsumu, and akaashi!

part 3: tsukishima, kuroo, and bokuto!

forgetting their s/o’s birthday

part 1: suga, matsukawa, and sakusa!

part 2: atsumu, suna, and ushijima!

part 3: iwaizumi, osamu, and oikawa!

part 4: kita, akaashi, and tsukishima!

reacting to their s/o falling asleep on someone else

part 1: sakusa, atsumu, and osamu!

part 2: kenma, ushijima, and bokuto!

part 3: iwaizumi, oikawa, and tsukishima! - coming soon :)

invalidating their s/o’s hard work

part 1: osamu, sakusa, and iwaizumi!

part 2: kita, ushijima, and atsumu!

part 3: oikawa and suna!