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Love Sick

Yandere Giyu x Lower Moon Reader + Shinobu lol

Warning: dub-con, experiments, semi-forced pregnancy, Yandere actions and behavior, essentially being held captive but enjoying it? Knife play, blood, etc etc etc

A/N: this one is a little…out there lol. I hope you enjoy nonetheless. It is also a full send lmfao, not even proof read or nothing so I’m praying it’s all cohesive and minimal errors 😵‍💫

Word Count: 7k

You didn’t remember anything about your life as a human. All you knew now was to hunt and kill demon slayers, under the orders of Muzan Kibutsuji. He had high hopes for you, something you didn’t quite understand and you certainly didn’t like the pressure it made you feel. He still hadn’t prompted you to a higher rank, leaving you to sit at lower 1 for what felt like an eternity.

Now, here you were wandering a snowy forest alone. “As if anyone would be stupid enough to be out here.” Your eyes scammed the snow covered foliage and sighed, at least you couldn’t feel the cold. Muzan had promised to promote you to upper 6 so long as you defeated the Hashira stationed in this section. Ever since Daki and Gyutaro had died, the spot was open and practically calling your name.

“That man sent me on a wild chase. I don’t think a single demon slayer has even reached this area.” Your sandals crunched into the snow, leaving a trail of footprints behind you. The most annoying part of the whole thing was the fact that your hakama was getting damp from the snow. Compared to the other demon’s in your ranks, you were pretty covered. Your nose scrunched at the idea of wearing something as revealing as Daki had. You still weren’t sure how she managed to walk around like that without a single care…then again you doubt she had any insecurities.

You were pulled from your thoughts at the sound of snow crunching. Well that certainly isn’t me. Your eyes scanned the seemingly empty forest, you’d see them before they saw you. Your eyes widened in realization that there was, in fact, a Hashira roaming this section as part of their duties. It was one thing to go up against a demon slayer at your level, usually you wouldn’t be phased. Hashira, however, opened up a world of challenges. You decided it would be best to try and understand your opponent before heading in with no preparation.

Muzan didn’t exactly tell you who the Hashira was or what their breathing style was. None of that ever truly mattered to the demon king, so as long as they were dead he was somewhat satisfied. Though… nothing truly satisfied that man either. You leapt upwards, landing on a low tree branch to stalk your prey. The white sleeves of your kimono rustle in the breeze, your black hakama along with it. You concluded that it was a man when he finally got close enough, dark hair tied back in a ponytail with a half maroon half green and yellow patterned haori. How odd.

“You can certainly see me, just as I can see you.” Your body stiffened slightly, part of your demon arts was the ability to cloak your whereabouts. He must be the Hashira, there is no way a demon slayer of lower ranks could have discovered me that easily. You decided to play along, dropping from the branch and landing in the snow yet again. “I’m rather impressed you were able to detect me so quick.” Giyu was taken back by your appearance. Had it not been for your glowing eyes with lower one etched into them, he would have assumed you were a normal woman. His eyes trailed over you, you’d be the perfect choice for the experiments Kocho was telling him about.

“You what?” Giyu’s eyes followed the petite woman, watching her stir around some test tubes. “I’d like to figure out if there are any other ways demons reproduce.” He couldn’t believe those words had actually left her lips. “What does that have to do with me?” Shinobu set down her vials with an annoyed sigh. “Does it look like I have the ability to get someone pregnant?” So she was actually serious. When Giyu didn’t say anything, she continued.

“I’d like you to capture a demon, Tomioka. That way I can conduct some experiments on them. Though, I'm sure you have no interest in having intercourse with them. Since that is likely the case, I’ll need a sample of your semen. That way I can try to inseminate them myself.” Giyu actually had to take a seat after that, slightly embarrassed that the idea was causing his dick to twitch. “So? Will you help me?” Shinobu looked him dead in the eye now. “Yeah, I’ll help.”

“Why are you just standing there? I’m talking to you.” You didn’t know whether or not to put your guard up. He was a Hashira, naturally you should, but something about his aura was keeping you in place. “Are you really lower rank one?” Naturally this would be an easy kill for Giyu, but he could already sense that you would make the perfect candidate…he needed you alive. “No, I stole their eyes for shits and giggles. Yes I’m lower rank one.” Why the hell wasn’t he trying to attack you? You decided you’d initiate the battle yourself, not wanting to play around.

Your demon blood art was similar to the blood art of both Upper 3 and Upper 2, it was related to ice. Of course you had a few more tricks up your sleeve, like the ability to cloak your location. “Stop being fucking weird, you’re a Hashira aren’t you?” You got into a fighting stance, your promotion to Upper 6 was sitting right in front of you. Maybe Muzan would even grace you with more of his blood, maybe then you’d stop looking the way you did as a human. “How am I being weird?”

“You aren’t even drawing your blade!” You were already annoyed by the man’s aloof attitude. “I don’t intend to.” You felt a vein in your temple begin to throb out of pure annoyance. Instead of amusing him with more conversation, you charged forward. This was your first time going up against a Hashira, normally you wouldn’t lose your temper. The man before you dodged your attacks easily, you decided you wouldn’t use any blood art until the man revealed his breathing style.

“What is your deal!” You threw punch after punch yet he wasn’t even slightly phased. If anything it was becoming quite unsettling that the man was so reserved. You decided to start throwing kicks instead, hakama fluttering in the wind as each kick landed. Still, he was silent. “You’re freaking me out. Say something!” It wasn’t like you to lose your composure, never mind your anger. All you did was blink and he completely vanished from in front of you.

What the fuck?

Your head whipped around, you knew he had moved behind you but it was still jarring. “So this is the speed of a Hashira? What is your name?” You leapt back a few feet, just outside of his attack range. “Tomioka.” Your eyebrow raised, head tilting slightly “just Tomioka?” You assumed it was his surname. “That isn’t anything you need to know.” He still hadn’t drawn his blade. “Why haven’t you done anything yet?

You’re staring at me like a creep!” Maybe that was his plan all along, infuriating you until you threw a tantrum and taking your head off when you were too distracted.

“I don’t intend on killing you.” You rolled your eyes, if he was attempting to win your trust that surely wasn’t the way to do it. “You don’t intend to? You said that already.” You were about to take off in the other direction, there was no point wasting your time with him. Then again if you didn’t complete the mission or at least die trying, Muzan would surely kill you anyways. You decided to try again, still not using your blood art to attack. “Are you not trying to kill me? You haven’t used anything but your body.”

“You’re a real pain in the ass you know. Do something.” You’d come to quickly regret those words, the man before you moved at the same inhuman speed he did the first time. You weren’t even exactly sure how you let it happen, but you were flat on your back in the snow. “Is that something?” He was hovering over you now, leaving you to stare up at him stunned. “There is no way you are lower one, you’re rather weak. You’ll suffice nonetheless.” Before you could even say something back, his hand hit the side of your neck, effectively knocking you out.

Your eyes opened slowly to a dark room. “My my, you’re awake!” You went to move your arms, surprised to feel something tug them back down. As you adjusted you realized there was a woman sitting beside you. The more you woke up the more aware you became, your arms were tied to the bedpost. You stared at her for a moment, round purple eyes bore into your own. She was pretty and smelt like a floral perfume, one that made your nose twitch. Wisteria.

You remained silent, eyes travelling around the room you were in as you struggled to recall how you landed here to begin with. You jumped slightly as you landed on him, the same man from the forest. “So you kidnapped me?” He said nothing in return, the woman beside you spoke up. “He did, Tomioka did me a favor” you could already tell by the way she presented herself. She was also a Hashira. “A favor? For what exactly?” You pulled yourself up slowly, the rope tied around your wrists gave you just enough wiggle room to support yourself.

You could tell they had no intention of killing you, they would have done so already. “I plan on experimenting on you dear. Don’t be alarmed, it’s nothing that will hurt you.” Your brow raised, if you really wanted to you could easily break the restraints. Then again there were no windows in this room, only lantern light filled the room. You had no idea what time it was, if you even managed to escape you could be running straight into daylight. “You want to experiment on me? What kind of experiments?” The man you knew as Tomioka was still silent, letting the woman beside you explain.

“Well, I want to see how demons reproduce. What kind of offspring they’d have…” you looked at her and tried not to laugh. “Demon’s are sterile.” At least that’s what Muzan had said, you never had an interest to try and figure out if it was true or not. “Is that so? I find that hard to believe.” Her cheek rested on her fist now, legs crossing to support herself. You weren’t exactly sure how to proceed, you were basing your beliefs solely on Muzan’s word. For however long you had been a demon, that was all that mattered. “I haven’t tried out the theory myself, whatever he says…I follow.” You knew they were aware of your master’s name but you didn’t dare utter it out loud.

“Oh! So would you be willing to test the theory out?” Shinobu seemed intrigued by the fact that you weren’t fighting, if anything you seemed to be curious of the answer yourself. “I’d rather not.” You could see her deflate, panic spiking in your nerves. “I believe my master’s word. I have no reason to satisfy your sick curiosity.” You watched a sadistic look spread across her face, even as a demon you still felt a twinge of fear. “Who said you had a choice?” Your mouth opened and closed, slightly offended that she clearly thought so little of you. “Who the hell do you think you are?” You made no move to tug at your restraints.

“I’m a Hashira, though I'm sure you know that by now. You may have the title of lower one, but clearly you don’t have much fight in you. Though I guess that’s because you know you are outnumbered. Even in the scenario where you were able to escape, you don’t know what time it is. You may somehow overpower us, but you could be running into direct sunlight. Even then, if it’s not daytime, you would certainly run into other demon slayers on your way out. You have no choice but to sit here and let this happen. But like I said, it’s not going to hurt you. I think you’ll enjoy it.” She wore the smile of a woman who knew she won.

“So you’re going to have someone fuck me to see if I get pregnant?” You had to be dreaming, there was no way you had actually gotten yourself stuck in this situation. “Precisely, that someone being Tomioka. I offered to just use his sperm to inseminate you…but he seems to want to do it himself.” She stood up from her stool, walking over to a desk on the opposite side of the room. In the meantime, Giyu was making his way over to you. “So you’re going to fuck me?” You were slightly amused by the blush on his stoic face.

“Though I really shouldn’t be okay with this, you’re cute so I don’t mind.” A sly grin spread across your cheeks, at least you’d get a good time out of this bizarre experience. You took in the sight of the dark haired man for the first time in better lighting. Nearly porcelain skin stretched over his body, dark circles hung under his blue eyes. The dark hair turned out to be as black as ink even under the golden lantern light. He was beautiful in your eyes, now that you could truly appreciate him. He took a seat beside your bed, head downcast as if he was too shy to meet your eyes just yet.

“I won’t bite you know.” You leaned slightly, tilting your head in hopes of meeting his eyes. “I doubt that.” His head tilted slightly, looking at you through his bangs. He looked predatory, as if he were looking at his prey. “You aren’t some quiet man, are you Tomioka.” You finally felt some excitement course through you, the feeling making your thighs squeeze together. “You…took off my pants?” You finally realized you were in nothing but your kimono, one that was retied half heartedly at that.

“I had to do an examination, make sure you were in good health.” You watched the woman walk back over to you both, eyes trailing over you and then the man beside you. “When can I start, Kocho?” You realized she was holding a scalpel, handing it over to Tomioka as if she were simply sharing a cigarette. “Impatient? I’m not done talking with them yet.” The woman - you now know as Kocho - seemed a bit irritated. “What else could you possibly have to say? You told them what the end goal is, let me do my part.” It was becoming quite entertaining to you that he was so eager to get his dick wet.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had slept with someone. Of course Upper 2 always offered, but you were never quite interested in his poorly planned advances. Tomioka on the other hand was piquing your interest, sparking a desire you hadn’t felt in what you could assume was decades. “Fine, I guess it’s no fun for them if I tell them everything we’ve planned.” Her voice was as sweet as honey, so much so that you were beginning to forget you were technically in danger. He stood, the half and half haori slipping off his shoulders and tossed to the floor somewhere behind him.

You watched long, nimble fingers easily undo the buttons holding his uniform top together. The second his skin was revealed to you, you felt your mouth begin to water. You expected him to be slim with a little bit of muscle, what you didn’t expect was the clear, well defined muscles that covered his whole torso. “I certainly didn’t expect that to be hiding under there.” You shamelessly admired the hashira. Taking in every dip and curve of his muscles all the way down the v-line that disappeared under the waist of his pants. The part that really got you was the thin trail of dark hair that continued underneath, as if it were teasing you.

He glanced at you, the same stoic look on his face. Part of you questioned if you broke the restraints…would they kill you instantly? You were aching to touch him, and for once that ache had nothing to do with your hunger. “It’s surprising isn’t it.” Kocho was picking up the clothes he carelessly discarded, folding them neatly and setting them aside. Tomioka on the other hand remained silent, eyes focused on yours. You weren’t even acknowledging him at this point, your eyes were more concerned with his hands. You watched each bone flex as he undid the loop in his belt, veins becoming more prominent as he did.

He threw that to the side as well, reaching over for the scalpel he had left on the small table next to the bed. “Do you really think this will do anything? It’s so small.” You huffed in annoyance, upset that he had stopped undressing. “Worry about that later, our subject is getting impatient.” Kocho had taken a seat on a stool across the room, pulling out paper to begin documenting what she witnessed. This time you looked up at him, meeting his eyes and sticking your tongue out between your teeth. You watched his eyes roll, slowly undoing the bottom of his pants. You squirmed on the bed, leaning forward ever so slightly.

He pushed the garment off, it seems the man was full of surprises because his underwear came off with it. You struggled to contain your gasp, eyes drinking in the sight of his dick as it stood proudly against his toned abdomen. He was large by your standards, at least eight inches in length if you had to guess. “My my Tomioka.” Kocho had a sly grin on her face, clearly not expecting the man to have that either. His eyes shot over to her and then back to you, as if he forgot she was in the room for a moment. “Well? Get on with it, pretty boy.” You stretched your arms as much as you could, trying to pull some of your kimono open.

You stopped dead when the scalpel he had been complaining about only a minute or two prior pierced your skin. “You don’t move until I say too.” The bed was dipping as Tomioka shifted more of his weight onto it. Your eyes trailed to where the scalpel stuck into your shoulder, an excited chill running through you. He pulled it out as quickly as he stuck it in, the wound healing before any blood could even leak from it. “Well your regeneration is certainly that of a lower rank.” He was pulling the sheets away now, revealing your disheveled state. “I want a bigger knife, Kocho.” You couldn’t even begin to fathom what he wanted to do with a larger knife.

“I thought this was just about trying to see how else demons can reproduce?” Your faces were inches apart, breaths mingling as he looked disappointed in the lack of blood on the small blade. “We’ll get to that.” You half expected him to kiss you, but instead the flat side of the scalpel was pressed to your bottom lip. “I wonder how quickly you could regenerate your tongue.” You studied his face, realizing that this man just may be a little crazier than you thought. “Just as quick as I could heal the arm wound, though me not having a tongue doesn’t seem all that fun for you.”

You dared to touch his face, the restraints allowing you just enough room to do so. You were slightly worried he would try and push you away, but to your surprise he welcomed the gentle scrape of your pointed nails. “You’ve already got me all hot n’ bothered you know. The strip tease was so hot.” That was the other part of your blood arts, the ability to seduce without fail. You could make it so your victims fall under your trance, honestly you think that’s why Muzan is so fond of you. But you could tell from the moment he began undressing, you already had him wrapped around your finger. No demon art needed.

“Do something…” you smiled at him, bringing your head closer until your lips nearly touched. He pulled the scalpel away completely, pressing it into the side of your cheek as he closed the distance. The pressure of the blade sliding down made your lips part, welcoming his eager tongue. You fell back willingly, which in turn caused the scalpel to slit your cheek open completely. You were still unaffected, the wound healing as quickly as it occurred. You decided to pay him back for his little antics, waiting until muscular thighs caged in your hips. You sunk your teeth into the plush of his bottom lip, sharp canines piercing them. You whined softly, the metallic taste of his blood coating your tongue.

“You two are taking things rather slow.” Kocho’s voice reached you, a sigh leaving your lips. “I know. He made such a show of undressing and isn’t doing anything to follow it up with.” You watched as he tossed the scalpel off to the side of the room, letting it clatter before looking back at you. “You’re annoying.” The blunt statement coming from a man like him actually made you gasp. He pushed back so he was sitting on the heels of his feet, letting you admire his naked form up close. “Go on.” He watched you, eyes trailing from his dick to you. “Oh?” You tilted your head, catching on to what he was implying but choosing to feign innocence. “I’m not going to touch you until you’ve at least shown me what you can do with your mouth. It’s not like you can use your hands.”

“Well I have one other place you can use that certainly isn’t my mouth or hands…but if you insist.” You wished you could adjust yourself , it was slightly awkward trying to wrap your mouth around him sitting in the position you were in. Yet you still managed, coaxing him forward just a bit so you had better reach. He watched with lidded eyes as your lips wrapped around his tip, the colors nearly blending together. “Of course you’d pick this position to do things, Tomioka.” Kocho had gotten out of her chair in annoyance, how was she supposed to observe if all she could see was his bare back? Neither of you paid her any mind, far too focused on each other to care.

You looked straight up at him, watching his face as you sunk even deeper on him. Your tongue slid across the underside of his shaft, heavy and twitching in the warm cavern of your mouth. You sunk a little deeper, jaw falling slack just enough to allow it. You could still taste the salty precum on your tongue, the sensation of it oozing down your throat was teasing. As if it were trying to quench the thirst you felt. “Do demons have gag reflexes?” Shinobu was eager to write something down, a sly smirk on her face as you seemed to catch on to what she wanted you to do.

Without a second of hesitation, you took him whole. Your nose brushed with the dark hair that resided on his pubic bone. You swallowed around him, throat constricting perfectly around his sensitive length. A shaky gasp left Tomioka’s lips, long fingers burying in your hair and holding you tightly. “I’ll take that as a no.” Kocho scribbled away, laughing to herself. You repeated the motion a few times, gooey cheeks squeezing him perfectly. “Mercy…” he croaked, cheeks scarlet as he loosened his grip. You swallowed one more time just to spite him before pulling off. “I barely did anything.” You wiped the spit from your lips with the back of your hand.

Tomioka didn’t speak again, warm fingers coming to tear the kimono open. Because of the restraints he couldn’t just pull it off of so he would have to settle for what he could get. Though by the look on his face, he didn’t seem all that bothered. “Are you going to fuck me now?” You tilted your head, bating your eyelashes as he pulled the rest of the sheets off, leaving you completely exposed. “No.” You tisked, becoming irritated by his one word responses. It’s not like you had the wiggle room to do anything to satisfy yourself. “Did you get a better knife, Kocho?” He was still damn persistent on that knife.

You didn’t hear her reply, only catching a glimpse of shining metal before you were pushed flat on your back. “Not bad.” He was staring at the hunting knife she had handed him, one that curved outwards creating an arch. Before you could properly register it, he used the blade to split your chest binding open. A thin trail of blood blossomed along your sternum, healing once again as quickly as it appeared. “Oh?” You felt no embarrassment as your breasts were fully exposed to his wanting eyes. Tomioka set the blade off to the side, fingers slowly tracing down your sternum. “Soft…” he didn’t seem to realize he said it out loud. Slowly his fingers began circling the plush skin, watching as goosebumps followed.

“So demons can still get goosebumps.” Kocho scribbled that down in her notes as well, watching the scene before her unfold. “Yes, we can. We can do a lot more, if Tomioka here would hurry.” Your eyes trailed over his frame, eyes landing on his irritated looking erection. A sticky substance was slowly oozing from the tip, teasing you once again. “Why are you so keen on rushing me? We have all the time in the world, baby.” You blinked at him, not uttering a word until he pinched your nipple between calloused fingers. He used your gasp as an opening, spitting directly into your mouth. A surprised gasped left Kocho, watching as you swallowed with no hesitation.

“We have all the time in the world, but I’d like to do something with it.” You didn’t miss a beat, watching as Tomioka’s brow began to twitch with annoyance. You watched as he placed the blade directly against your throat, pressing down so you could feel it. “Try and keep still.” He wore an evil looking smile as his mouth landed on your breast. Dull teeth sunk into tender flesh, making your back arch into his touch despite wanting to pull away. “I-ah-I’d be careful there, pretty boy… don’t want you turning into a demon…” his bite loosened right before breaking your skin. Tomioka continued his attack on your breasts, finally taking one of your perked nipples into his mouth. “I thought it was only your master that could make demons?”

You couldn’t be bothered to respond, not when his tongue was lavishing you. Breathy whines escaped regardless of your attempts to keep them in. Thankfully your restraints allowed you enough room to bury your fingers in his hair. You couldn’t put together any coherent thoughts, every movement sending jolts of pleasure straight to your clit. “Would a demon still be able to breastfeed?” His breath was hot, but against your wet skin it made you shiver. “If a demon can get pregnant, I don’t see why not.” You were getting agitated by the slow pace of everything. “You nearly came ten minutes ago. Can you fucking do something already! Or are you a fucking coward?” You could easily break the restraints, at this point you were tempted.

“Did you just call me a coward?”

The blade you had forgotten about dug deeper into your neck. You knew he wouldn’t kill you, but it still had you choking for breath. “And…what if I did? Do something … about it.” You couldn’t stand his agonizing pace. You relaxed when the blade was pulled from your neck, only to tense again when he trailed it down your sternum. This time it was deeper, just to satisfy him you held off on healing. The blade dragged down your stomach to your abdomen, stopping right before your cunt. “Are you going to taste her?” You began healing your wounds, blood desingrating as you did. “I’m down here, aren’t I?” So he was feisty when annoyed. You spread your legs before he could do it for you. “Ugh finally!” You began to laugh when his nails dug into the plush of your thighs.

You could hear the gentle scrap of Kocho’s pen, probably writing down who knows what about the scene she was observing. Tomioka on the other hand looked fascinated by what he was seeing. “What? Were you expecting to see tentacles or something?” You tried to keep a calm composure as his fingers spread you apart. “Maybe…” a calloused thumb brushed over your exposed clit, a whimper leaving your lips as you were finally receiving the attention you wanted. “It would certainly be interesting if you did.” His tongue glided across the junction where your thigh met your cunt, perfectly avoiding where you wanted to feel him.

“Oh c’mon!” Your legs thrashed slightly, you were in no mood to be teased anymore. “Watch your mouth. I may just have to revert back to my original idea of cutting off your tongue.” He moved so quickly you barely registered it, his tongue licked a fat stripe straight up your cunt. Sucking and nibbling on the sensitive flesh before using two fingers to spread you open for a second time. He didn’t bother holding back anymore, his tongue lavishing your pulsing clit in ways that made you dig your fingers into the sheets below you. “At least - ha - you’re g…good at this.” You hated how you stumbled over your words. Tomioka on the other hand was loving every second of it.

The aching feeling began building in your gut, a feeling that you didn’t even get when using your demon arts. Usually you only used it for drastic measures, when the prey you wanted was putting up a fight. You never actually got pleasure from it. “Like that…” you croaked, hands tugging against the restraints in an effort to hide your embarrassment. You forgot how much pleasure could be delivered with just a skilled tongue. His tongue was moving perfectly, your pleasure continued to build when he slipped two fingers past your entrance. A shocked gasp flew from your lips, long fingers not so gently scissoring you open. “How are you feeling?” Kocho’s voice caught you by surprise, her breath was fanning against your ear.

She was kneeling beside the bed, soft delicate fingers slowly massaging the flesh of your breast. You mumbled some sort of response, one neither you nor her understood. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She pinched your nipple, making your back arch further into Tomioka’s touch. “Where did you learn to do this? You made her a mess, Tomioka.” He didn’t answer, his fingers busy trying to find the spot that would have you screaming. “I bet she tastes sweet.” She was right against your ear again, studying your every movement. A hum of agreement rattled you, causing your thighs to twitch around his head.

You were close, walls fluttering around his prying fingers as he continued to stimulate your clit. Kocho on the other hand was busying herself with your breasts but going no further, as if she just wanted to watch from a closer angle. Finally, he found it, calloused fingers massaging your spongy walls and feeling you quiver. The halt in your breathing was all he needed for confirmation. Tomioka continued as he was, noting how close you were with the way you tightened around his fingers. Had his mouth not been full, he’d probably make a comment about how well you’d take his dick. “Oh? Are you about to cum?” Kocho watched you with curious eyes, tears slowly slipping down your cheeks as your high was held just out of reach.

“Mmmhmm…” you whined after, toes curling in effort to concentrate. Your entire body was tense, you were convinced your muscles would cramp if you didn’t fall over the edge soon. Lucky for you, Tomioka was feeling generous. The gentle scrape of his teeth against your clit paired with his fingers had you seeing stars within a few seconds. The pleasure was blinding, your nails tearing the sheets as he continued to work you through your orgasm. “My my Tomioka! If you don’t mind, tell me how she tasted.” You hadn’t even realized Kocho moved back to her stool, ready to write down whatever he had to say. “Sweet.”

You blinked, finally catching your breath enough to bark out a laugh. “Flatter me, pretty boy. Say I was as sweet as Sakura mochi or whatever it is you humans eat.” Tomioka got up slowly, crawling back to hover over you. “You don’t take long to bounce back…good to know.” You froze when the head of his cock slipped between your folds, gliding easily and coating himself with your release. “I couldn’t say it earlier, but you’ll take me so well.” Two fingers pushed into your mouth, startling you as you tasted your own release. It really did taste sweet. Was that part of being a demon? You never really thought about it before now.

“I’ll need you to be a little more descriptive.” The pen scratching stopped, Tomioka glared at her “we can worry about that later.” His fingers were pulled roughly from your mouth, leaving you to stare wide eyed as he observed your body. “How do I want to take you? We can try absolutely any position, we’ll have so, so much time together. This time though? It’s the first, it has to be memorable.” Wet and dry fingers began scraping up and down your sides. “I could take you like this…” he leaned down so his mouth was against your ear. “Just so I can see your face…watch the way each part of you jiggles with my thrusts…” his hands came up to hold where the ropes sat on your wrists.

“Wouldn’t that be fun? Or maybe…” he bit down on your earlobe. “I could take you from behind?” His hand slipped between the mattress and the plush of your ass, digging into it gently. “I-I don’t care…anything…please.” You swallowed thickly, the needy ache beginning to throb between your legs again. “Either position allows deeper penetration, therefore increasing the chances of her getting pregnant.” Kocho’s voice was soft, hoping to not irritate the man above you. “Then we’ll try both.” His other hand slipped between your ass and the mattress, lifting you so you rested on his thighs. The new angle caused your legs to curl upwards, spreading wide for him. “Perfect.” The coo in his voice had you squirming.

He positioned himself at your entrance, “how shameful this would be if it got out. A Hashira fucking a lower moon. We’d probably be asked to leave the corps.” His head pushed past and into you, leaving your mind feeling like a puddle of mush. He kept going, not bothering to slow down or see if you could take it. The burning stretch was the only thing keeping you somewhat grounded. Your breathing stopped all together, panic ebbing it’s way up your body when you realized he was only halfway in and you felt like you’d be torn in two. You finally focused in on his face, sweat forming on his temples as his nails dug so deeply into your thighs you began to bleed. It was as if his goal was to hurt you rather than please you.

Finally after what felt like an eternity, he bottomed out. Heat radiated between your bodies as you tried to adjust to his cock pressing into your cervix, stomach bulging ever so slightly. You hoped for a second he’d stop, give you a minute to adjust. Instead he pulled all the way out until only his tip was left inside before slamming in again. A choked yell left your lips, restraints rubbing your skin raw as you tried to break them. “Hey, relax.” one hand left your skin to reach for your wrist. “Give it a second, you’ll feel good.” His pace started brutal, the bed jerking each time his hips met the skin of your thighs. The uncomfortable pain slowly changed into pleasure, whimpers and moans spilling from your lips as he moved.

You could feel every inch of him, especially the way he was already twitching. Each thrust against your cervix had you seeing stars, desperate pleas of his name leaving you. “So good…so good…” he couldn’t muster much else, eyes watering as you suffocated his dick. Tomioka’s mind was beginning to turn as mushy as you felt, the idea of getting you pregnant only making him trust harder. “You’ll look so…so good.” He huffed, nails scratching up and down your thighs in time with his hips. Your head was tilting back, eyes squeezing shut as your walls sputtered around him. Your orgasm caught you by surprise, so did the tearing sound you made as your nails shredded the sheets.

“That’s two orgasms, impressive Tomioka.” Her sarcasm made him move quicker, regardless of how tightly you clenched. You blinked tears from your eyes as a flash of metal caught your attention. The hunting knife was back in Tomioka’s hand. “Oh?” Kocho said what you were about to, watching with interest as he held it tightly. His trusts slowed, eyes narrowing and chest heaving as he studied you. As if he was trying to figure out what he picked up the knife for. Before you could say anything, you were face down on the mattress, arms crossed awkwardly behind you. “I said we’d try both.” The comment was barely above a mumble.

You began shifting yourself on your knees, sighing at the emptiness you felt. You froze with your ass partially in the air, the cool metal of the blade was digging into your lower back. “What…what are you…” your cheek pressed into the mattress, the slow sting of the blade cutting you open. “You’re mine.” It took you a second, but you realized he was carving ‘mine’ into your skin. “Don’t you dare heal this yet.” He finished a few seconds later, dropping the bloody blade onto the sheet next to you. You choked out a moan as he slammed into you again, the harshness making your eyes water yet again as you let him ruin you. This time there was a slap that echoed the room with each thrust. The new angle allowed him to put even more force into what he was doing, leaving you whimpering and crying.

You glanced at Kocho momentarily, noting the way she was squirming in her seat. This time, each movement had you seeing stars, your walls spasming around him as if to try and keep him in place. “You’re going to look so fucking good carrying my baby…” you still weren’t even sure if you could get pregnant, yet you uttered out “I know…”. The bedframe began hitting the wall as he started taking deeper strokes. Each one kissed your cervix as you struggled to keep your balance with the awkward angle. The warm trickle of your blood made you shiver slightly, you didn’t plan on healing your wound any time soon. You could feel that he was close, his cock was twitching in time with your own body.

You cried out his name when one hand came down to rub harsh, quick circles on your already sensitive clit. Two orgasms and your quickly approaching third had squelching noises echoing the room in time with his thrusts. “T-tomioka…you’re going to put a hole in the wall…” Kocho’s voice was feeble, she knew her words were falling on deaf ears. She had never seen such a determined look in his eyes, sweat beads dripping down his cheeks. Your third orgasm ripped a scream from your throat, warm liquid gushing down your thighs. Your ears began to ring, Tomioka’s thrusts were becoming erratic. You were still sputtering around him, walls clenching and unclenching until he buried himself deep.

“Shit.” A whiny croak left him, warm seed spurting inside you. His hips rocked slowly, working himself through his orgasm until stilling inside of you. “Can’t…can’t have any spilling out now.” His voice was soft. You tried to look back at him, straining your eyes just enough to see him pop two fingers between his lips. The two particular fingers he used to stimulate your clit. “Can…can you untie me now?” You were hoping they trusted you enough at this point. You certainly didn’t plan on going anywhere. “Maybe just one wrist…I can’t trust you fully yet.” He was still buried deep inside of you. “Well, since we’ll be here for a while…” Kocho turned to a new page, empty and ready to be filled with notes. “Why don’t you answer the questions you ignored, Tomioka.”

“Seriously, Kocho?” He eyed the hunting knife, the sigh of annoyance told you the intrusive thoughts didn’t win. “Yes seriously. You seem to forget this is my experiment, Tomioka.” Kocho tapped her pen in annoyance, Tomioka remained silent. “ If you aren’t going to follow the rules, I’ll find someone else to fill your spot.” It was a threat, the tone of her voice was soft and sweet but her words were laced with venom. “Don’t you dare.” His grip tightened considerably. A soft airy laugh left her plump lips, purple eyes trailing over the scene before her.

“I’ll just have to take matters into my own hands and join you two next time. Since you want to withhold such key information from me, Tomioka.”

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𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕.

pairing: dream of the endless x f!reader

a cursed mortal, a lonesome Dream Lord, and a story spanning one thousand years.

content warnings: angst, slowburn/slowbuild, mutual pining, dream being dream.

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🌙  CHAPTER INDEX

YEAR 0-200

YEAR 200-300

YEAR 304

YEAR 304-521

YEAR 522

YEAR 522-619

YEAR 619-850

YEAR 916-994

YEAR 1021 I

YEAR 1021 II

BEYOND.

➥ BONUS CONTENT:

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ONE SHOTS:

inside of you, in spite of you ⋅⋆ ── [the corinthian-centric one shot, coming soon]

midas touch ⋅⋆ ── [dream & wanderer smut, coming soon]

dreamfalling into nightmares ⋅⋆ ── [corinthian & wanderer, dreamfall]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ DRABBLES/BLURBS:

"I wonder what I look like in your eyes."

"I broke my rules for you."

“My heart is so full of you I can hardly call it my own.”

“You were worth the wait.”

"If I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop."

“I don’t think you understand the… effect you have on me.”

when wanderer met destruction

goodbye, stardust.

s t a y.

"lady dream."

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sukuna never says “i love you.”

to him, the words are meaningless. he’s been alive for thousands and thousands of years, of course he knows what it means. he’s not stupid, but for some reason—every time it comes out of your little human mouth, his heart aches. you say it so sweetly with the cheekiest grin on your face, not a single care in the world. he hated it. three words, eight letters of pure rubbish. at least, that’s what he thinks to himself. for sukuna, he expresses his love in a different way.

physical touch. flicking your forehead, teasing you, saying things he’d never say to you while you were awake. that was his version of love, he didn’t need those stupid, stupid words. or did he?

“love you, ‘kuna,” you’d pepper another kiss against his cheek. he tchs, the audacity for you to do something so embarrassing. he never says it back but you know deep down he’s got to feel at least something in that cold heart of his. he just has to, after all you did steal his heart in a way. and he stole yours. your eyes always had a glinting sparkle whenever those words would come out and he hated it. his response to you saying you loved him would always be the same.

“yeah yeah,” he gruffs. or a simple, “i know..”

but— there’d be a time where he’d regret not saying it back. a cold, cruel time where it’s just you and him, no one else. except, it would really just be him.

sukuna had a hard time at expression his feelings. it’s not like he hated you—despite his rough, barbarous persona.

he didn’t hate you but he did. it was complicated. it was a struggle trying to put it into words. all he knew was that he loathed how soft you made him, he noticed his behavior would change around you overtime. sukuna’s voice was get more gentle, his shoulders would relax, and he’d always finding himself flicking your forehead for some strange reason. it’s annoying,

you’re annoying.

the feeling was love though, it had to be.

had to be,

so the moment comes where he regrets not saying it back.

it’s something he’d continuously beat himself up over for. because now, here you are, laid all out near the ground in his arms. all four of his arms held you in a tight, cradling embrace and he’s got an expression you don’t think you’ve ever seen before. sukuna’s scarlet red irises were blown and fearfully dilated. his thin nostrils flared up and his slit brows contort in panic and confusion.

sukuna ryomen was scared.

“brat. get up.” he murmurs, three simple words was all he said to you. three simple words but you could barely even hear them.

all you heard was a brief inaudible mumble. you saw his lips moving but barely any sound came out. your body felt crushed, the pain was excruciating. your limbs, they felt like they were on fire. getting up was the last thing on your mind and you’ve probably sone the most careless thing imaginable.

you took a hit for sukuna, a deadly hit that was powerful enough to cost you your life. it’s funny though—all the talk of seeing your life flash before your eyes, and now, being snatched into the inevitable end, you were starting to really see it.

“get up,” he repeats, and this time, a single tear falls right onto your cheek. you meet sukuna’s gaze. the king of curses was a mere mess right before your eyes. he was like this for just you. teary eyed and sniffling, he can’t stand this pain.

you’re being held in his lap and not once does his eyes leave yours. sukuna takes a while to speak again and it’s as if he’s carefully thinking of what to say. time was precious right now, but he didn’t wanna think about anything. his focus was solely on you, his favorite little human.

“can you hear me? say something.”

“you .. you’re gonna get wrinkles if you keep frowning too much, ‘kuna.” you hum, a weak finger stroking against his cheek.

archons, for whatever reason, that little comment brought a smile to his face. you were so annoying to him and yet, he wouldn’t wanna be in anyone else’s presence. everything hurt though,

your body felt scorchingly hot, your pulse remains to ring through your ears and you were wheezing a bit. “hey, hey,” he watches as you try to cling onto his hand. sukuna didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know what to say - all he did do though, was hold you. it was the least thing he could do. your hand was so small compared to his, his long fingernails gently tickling against your skin.

he didn’t have it in him to scold you for trying to protect him. as fragile of a being you knew you were, you did it anyway. you risked your life for him. sukuna let his guard down and you jumped right in the way without a second thought for yourself. that’s what love was, his heart bleeds at the recent flashback before a shaky breath leaves his lips. “this wasn’t supposed to happen. you can’t leave me like this, please.”

“i’m not l- leaving.” you reply, your voice weak and frail. sukuna knew that was a lie. the more you stared at him, how the look of worry on his face paints and marinates his features, he was really scared. you were his everything, his breath of fresh air, maybe even his one true love. “never gonna leave you, sukuna.”

and sukuna lays there with you on his lap. you seem still - too still. right before his eyes, he watches as your body’s temp run cold, final breaths making its introduction. everything was going so fast. he barely had time to react before he realized,

you were gone.

“no,” he whispers under his breath. the demon was at a loss of words. the feeling in his chest, it was indescribable. painful, and tight as he watches the light leave your eyes, something within him leaves also. a part of him. you were drifting away and there was nothing he could do about it. “no.” he repeats against, feeling a dull ache run cold through his body. sukuna didn’t know what to do. he’s seeing red, but perhaps that wasn’t just bloodshed and anger. maybe, maybe it was the one true feeling he was denying all along,

love.

his breaths become heavy once he realizes you’re actually gone. no movement, no cheeky replies, no random “i love you ‘kuna’s,” no nothing. the tear in his heart was enough to make him see the light with you. it hurt horribly, a lump in his throat builds up before he starts to weep. one tear comes then multiple shortly follow, landing past the thin fabric of his sown kimono and onto your lifeless body.

sukuna hated you. he hated how you made him so soft, so vulnerable, so weak. you came into sukuna’s life, stole his heart, and also broke it.

as his eye twitches, his smile had already faded once you left him.

for the first time in centuries, sukuna was defeated. his enemy wasn’t a sorcerer, a curse, or even himself who he believed was his true worse enemy. sukuna ryomen was defeated by four simple letters, love. not only did you leave him in tears, but you also left him with an engagement ring inside his right palm.

he was far too late, he was gonna propose to you. that way, he’d build up the courage to say those stupid, stupid words. opening up his right hand, he stares at the ring he wanted to give you way earlier before this incident even happened. sukuna waited too long, he’d actually plan this for quite some time but again, he was scared.

with a defeated sigh, he surrenders, glancing at you for one last time. no smile on your face anymore but he just used his imagination. there you laid, peaceful, almost as if you were asleep. taking a deep breath, sukuna gives you his last gentle forehead flick before finally telling you the words he’s been longing to say for years.

“i … i love you too, brat. never leavin’ you either.”