Kimetsu No Yaiba

# to tell you the truth

20 — change of heart

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synopsis — all you wanted was a peaceful and productive uni life, but despite your pleas, your plans start crumbling when the star of the football team, itoshi rin, begins to beat you in every aspect possible. as you confront the inevitable, what happens when you uncover secrets behind an unforgettable event from the past?

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When you read a fanfic and a character says such a raw line that it fucks you mentally for the rest of the day

Coraline

Synopsis: Y/n’s childhood and history with her parents has always stayed a secret, and she likes it that way. Until a journalist reveals the truth, and everything seems to come crashing down at once.

young female driver reader x 2023 F1 grid

A/N: a few things for this fic: reader will be 20 years old, had driven for alpha tauri since the beginning of 2022, the 2022 is the same as the 2023 grid, and please look at the trigger warning below.

Trigger Warning: This fic contains abusive parents, talks of eating disorders, neglecting a kid, verbally abusing a kid, signs of depression, and a lot of hurtful comments in general. This fic is not meant to idolize or romanticize having abusive parents or depression. If anyone finds anything particularly disturbing with this fic, do not hesitate to let me know and I will fix it.

tagged: @treehouse-mouse

2023 was supposed to be a good season for Alpha Tauri. The cars looked good, your driver pairing was solid, and the hopes were high for your junior Red Bull team. You could only laugh at the naivety of it now.

Most of the season was exceptional; you and Yuki Tsunoda brought in points almost every weekend, your team was seventh in the constructors championship, and overall, you were having a great time traveling around the world.

This was your second year in Formula 1, and now that you weren’t a rookie anymore, you could have more fun now that you knew what you were doing.

Some people just don’t like others being happy, though.

With less than 10 races left, you walked into the paddock for the Monza Grand Prix Thursday afternoon feeling optimistic. This was the second race after the summer break, and Alpha Tauri was expected to do well in Italy.

Your press officer, Ally, greeted you in your garage, and after saying hello to Yuki, you followed her out of the garage and into the media pen for a press conference.

You walk in to see Lewis, Carlos, Lando, and Fernando and talked quietly with them as the press in front of you get settled. “Everybody ready? All right, first question please” One of the directors asks, as a journalists speaks up.

“Lewis, you’ve witnessed the infamous ‘Monza Curse’ multiple times in your career, do you think the theory is true and will it strike again this year?”

“Um, no” Lewis chuckles. “I don’t believe in the curse, but it would be nice to see someone new finish first today, and if a curse is what it’s going to take, then yeah, why not”

The five of you laugh, not noticing the second journalist beginning to speak. “Y/n, what do you have to say about the recent article published regarding your past with your family?”

You instantly stop laughing, hoping you misheard the man.

“Sorry?”

There’s no way

“The article? That was recently published concerning your past with your parents, what do you have to say about it?” The journalist stared at you curiously while your mind blanked for an answer.

You had no idea what article he was talking about, but if it concerned your past with your ‘family’, you knew it wasn’t anything that should be published.

Suddenly there’s movement in the midst of the media pen, and your press officer emerges from the crowd. “Y/n, come with me” She pauses, seeing one of the directors nearing out of the corner of her eye.

“It’s urgent, I need her” You’d take any excuse to get away from the current situation, so after exchanging a look with Lewis, you follow the woman into the paddock towards your garage.

Once you were both in the safety of your drivers room, you turned on her. “What article is he talking about? What’s going on?” You said, voice heavy with concern.

Ally hesitated, looking uncomfortable, before answering. “This morning, an article published a story talking about you and your parents, and the-um, harsh history you have with them” She hands you her phone, said article already open.

“I think it’s better if you read it yourself” The bold letters blink up at you, clear and sullen.

“F1 DRIVERS UNCOVERED: THE REAL REASON WE DON’T SEE Y/N L/N’S PARENTS”

Your heart falls to your stomach and your hands start to shake as your eyes skim over the words of the most invading and overwhelming article you’ve ever read in your life. Whoever wrote this, wrote it in hopes of exposing every secret of your past, and further tangles the truth of an already over-complicated background.

The real reason your parents are never around you is a reason you hate talking about.

You first realized it when you were around ten years old, the way your parents never looked happy around each other, and always tense around other parents. The way they never said ‘I love you’ or kissed each other goodbye. It confused you, as these were the things you always saw your friend’s parents do, but you were too young to understand at the time, so you mainly ignored it.

It wasn’t until one night when you were eleven that you heard an argument erupting from your kitchen, one about money and divorces and you. The shouting continued for ages, until you heard one statement, loud and clear.

“Think about this, she’s getting good in those karting competitions of hers, and according to other parents she could go really far in this thing and get money from sponsorships and mentors. So let’s just give it a little time, make sure she gets better and gets paid, and the money will go to us and eventually she’ll leave to Formula- whatever and we won’t have to worry about her”

You put your pillow over your head, turned around, and went to sleep sobbing that night.

From then on, there was no ‘I love you’s’ or kisses goodbye even to you, and eventually, no happiness in your house. The ‘other parents’ were right, the older you got, the farther you looked to go in racing. Just before you turned 13, the three of you moved to a city in England so you could pursue karting further, and that’s when it all got worse.

You competed in countless competitions, and every race you won, the more criticism you got from your mom and dad. The second you stepped off the 1st place podium, your parents were waiting to comment on your driving and the techniques you should’ve used to win.

They never let you focus on anything but karting, letting you go nowhere but the track and to school, and made sure you were always looking for ways to get better. They ruthlessly compared you to kids in other series that were performing better than you, and countered every compliment someone gave you with a complaint.

All of this seemed like a dream compared to the treatment you got when you lost. Whether it be second, or tenth, every race you didn’t come first in was a loss, and your parents simply didn’t accept this.

When you lost, they’d make you practice on track for twice as long, no matter the weather, and berated you the second you started to complain. They limited your diet after your losses, claiming you needed to be lighter if you wanted the kart to go faster.

Your mother and father gave you this relentless attention with anything regarding racing, but the moment the topic drifted, you were neglected. There were no family dinners or movie nights, if you wanted something, you were going to have to buy it with your own money, and if you wanted to go somewhere, you needed to walk or find a ride because they refused to drive you anywhere if it wasn’t for a race.

There was no other family to go to even when things go impossibly rougher; you had no other relatives in the UK, and you couldn’t exactly ask your friends if you could live with them.

So you endured these conditions, all the way through the F4 British Championship, F3 and F2. You turned 18 while you were in Formula 2, and the second you did, you took the little money you had, and rented an apartment in South England, where you’ve been living ever since.

Your parents constantly contacted you in whatever ways they could, but you very quickly made sure they didn’t know where you lived and were never given paddock passes again. No one knows any of this anyway; when people ask where your parents are or when they’d get to meet them, you just shrug and say, “they couldn’t make it”

You haven’t seen your parents in person since you were 17, and you’ve done everything in your power to keep it like that.

Though with a few thousand words and 4 hours, one nosy journalist has managed to unravel all your work and growth and release it into the world.

You’re broken out of your stunned silence when Ally puts a hand on your shoulder. “I’ve set up a meeting with Alpha Tauri and Red Bull’s PR managers so we could figure out what we should do next to keep the press off your back, okay? The meeting’s in fifteen meetings, so I’ll leave you for a while”

Ally takes her phone back and exits the room to leave you standing still in the middle of it, astonished and speechless.

The meeting goes as well as you expected it to go. You shared as much as the truth as you saw fit, and came up with a statement to post with the rest of the PR managers. You were confirmed to go back to the media pen to finish interviews an hour later, and while no one asked you about the article, you could tell it was the unanswered question they all wanted to raise.

You are able to avoid most of the press of the remaining of the Italian weekend, and stuck to answering race-related questions only, your safest and only option, Ally told you later. You finished the Grand Prix P10, and flew home still sullen.

You spent the two weeks in between Monza and Japan in your apartment, regretfully thinking about all those years you had to spend under your parent’s treatment, and trying to forget them with simulator work.

You arrive in Suzuka, quiet and unsmiling, and try to ignore the shouting of the press that greets you on your way into the paddock. Ally guides you away as two new voices greet you.

“Hey Y/n, how are you?” Lewis asks, pulling you into a side hug and stepping into place beside you.

“Are you okay? You seem off” Charles says concerned, meeting you in a handshake.

“I’m fine, my flight just got in late last night so I’m tired, that’s all” You half smiled in response, hoping it was believable enough.

“Sure?” Lewis presses father. “Yeah, I’m okay” You nod.

“Okay, well, we’re still going into the city after media today?” Lewis asks. “Of course, I’ll meet you guys at my hotel after” You assure as you near the Alpha Tauri garage.

“See you then, and try to sleep a bit, yes?” Charles says before the two men walk off together.

Your friendship with the two drivers started because of the Spanish and British Grand Prix’s, the two races that gave you your two highest race finishes, and ended with two of your closest friends. Spain was a great race for both you and Lewis, yourself in P4, him in P2, and after non-stop talking in the paddock, you flew back to the UK together, effectively starting the friendship existing today.

You’d been friendly with Charles previously, but after his P9 finish in Silverstone and your P5 finish, he realized in a conversation before an interview that you were undeniably good at cheering people up, and you guys have been close since.

You’ve talked with them since Monza, of course, but not about the article. They want to talk to you about it, you can tell, but Charles and Lewis aren’t the type of people to just come right out and ask if you’re feeling okay about your history with your abusive parents being exposed to the world.

They also don’t want to pressure you into talking about something you clearly don’t want to talk about, so if all they can do is help distract you from the media, they’re going to.

Your night out with the Mercedes and Ferrari drivers does distract you; Lewis leads you and Charles to different shops and restaurants all over Suzuka, talking and laughing the entire time. You take a few photos along the way, and you go back to your hotel still smiling.

You kept your good mood until qualifying on Saturday, and are brought back into the reality of racing when you only manage P11. It’s technically not bad of a result for your car, but P9 or P8 would’ve been better right now, because all you can think about is what your parents would’ve said if you finished P11.

They’re paying you millions of dollars to race for them and the best you can do is eleventh?

You think you deserve to be here?

They are hundreds of other drivers that would do so much better than you

You are nothing compared to the other drivers

You’re lucky if you keep you seat next season, I know I wouldn’t let a P11 driver on my team

You go quiet at the thought, and get through post-race media stoic. You leave with your trainer as soon as you can, avoiding Lewis and Charles’s eyes on your way out. You have a week before you have to leave for Qatar, and spend a countless amount of hours on your simulator, hoping this time it’ll make a difference.

You flew into Lusail not knowing what to expect other than hot weather, and unfortunately you were right. You felt the heat as soon as you got in your car for FP1 on Friday and was already dreading the rest of the weekend.

You qualify P11 for both the race and the sprint, and end up in P12 for the two. You felt terrible after Sunday’s race, both physically and mentally, and you’re already berating yourself for your performance by the time you get weighed.

Charles and Lewis are in your post-race press conference group, and you can see them exchange a look after every cold and detached answer you give. You only stop to talk to your friends for a few minutes afterwards before you excuse yourself to go cool down, and leave minutes later with the defense of needing rest.

You fly back to the UK with Lewis, and you’re glad the two of you are asleep for most of the trip so Lewis won’t ask you to talk about why you’ve been so quiet.

The 10 days you have until you fly out to Austin are spent mostly on your phone, looking at all the comments people have been making about you since the article came out, saying how you probably deserved the treatment that you got, and how Alpha Tauri needs a more “stable” driver if they want to advance in the championship.

You don’t do much except exercise and train on the sim in those days, finding neither the desire or energy to do anything else.

Even though everyone is happy to be in Texas that week, you can’t find the energy to truly smile once that weekend. Charles and Lewis are practically stuck to your side, and even though you can tell they’re dying to ask you to talk about it, they only ask a few times if you wanted to tell them something, and when you denied, and simply offered companionship through silence.

It’s another sprint race, and you only pull off P12 and 13 for qualifying and the shootout, and drop a place by the end of both races.

You feel more frustrated with yourself than ever; you don’t understand why you can’t work with the car like you once used to, and you can’t even figure out how to again. You were doing so well until that fucking article came out, and all the sudden you don’t know how to drive.

The worst part about it is that every race, more and more people are realizing how you’ve been under-performing, and how people are starting to question your ability to drive for the junior Red Bull team.

You aren’t stupid, you know how things work at Red Bull, so you know that if you don’t pick your pace up soon, you could end up without a seat for the 2024 season.

This thought alone starts to destroy you, and soon you can’t even deny how burnt out you are. You pick up on the forced habit of not eating much, and making yourself to do nothing but train and look for ways to be better.

You spend the days before Mexico with data analysts and strategists, looking for any and every way to go faster. You dedicate too much time looking at successful F2 drivers, hearing Liam Lawson’s name come up too much for comfort, thinking about how Dennis Hauger had been looking fast in F2.

It’s a terribly unhealthy time killer, one that makes you look sick and go quiet. Charles and Lewis aren’t the only ones exchanging concerned looks now; multiple other drivers on the grid, friends with you or not, notice the change in your behavior and quickly grow worried when they hear Yuki’s description of you.

The drivers aren’t stupid either, they all know about the article that was published in September, and most of them would be lying if they said they hadn’t looked at it in curiosity. They’d also be lying if they saw their eyes didn’t widen in concern or eyebrows didn’t furrow with worry when they read how terrible your parents treated you.

The grid saw how the comments got nastier and nastier under your lessening social media posts every day, and even asked your PR officer multiple times to make sure she was managing your accounts and making sure you didn’t see what people had to say about your background or yourself.

They saw how you got quieter every race, how you stopped hanging out with Yuki and Charles and Lewis, no matter how many times they offered. They saw the rumors of you and your 2024 seat, how apparently Helmut Marko was paying close attention to you and the clauses in your contract.

They asked a lot, if you wanted to talk or if they could help in any way. It was always the same response; a weary smile, a small shake of the head, the words,“No, I’m fine, just tired” and an excuse that you were needed in your garage or media pen.

So they try to help in more discreet ways; when Yuki is asked about your position on Alpha Tauri or your future with Red Bull, he calmly assures that you are working hard with the team, and is doing everything possible to understand the car.

Charles, Lewis, and a few other drivers make a routine of coming to your driver’s room, most of the time just to sit with you as you look at data, or talk with you when you’re feeling up to it.

Mexico goes somehow worse than Texas, and you finish with your lowest result in F1 yet, P15. You try to be as approachable as possible in post-race media, but your sullen face gives you away.

You leave with Ally and your trainer to catch your flight to Brazil mere hours after you passed the checkered flag, and spend most of your time in Sau Paulo alone in your hotel room, replaying every hurtful comment either your mother and father or fans have said about you, and debating whether or not it was true.

You walk into the Brazilian paddock Thursday morning more grateful than you thought possible that this was the third-to-last race of your season.

And according to over twenty media sources, your third-to last race of F1.

After a public statement made by Marko talking about how Red Bull was “considering your future with their junior team” every journalist in the F1 community has decided that it means this was your last season in F1.

And honestly, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Whether you raced in 2024 or not, you just wanted to go home and avoid the press for three months.

It was another sprint weekend, and another terrible qualifying and shootout. You placed 15th in both sessions and kept your place in the sprint, and spent a quiet Saturday evening in your hotel.

You could feel almost every journalists eye’s turn to you as soon as you walked into the paddock on Sunday. You arrived early that afternoon to get some extra data-stuff done, only now realizing that it gave the growing group of reporters behind you more time to ask you questions.

“Y/n! Can you tell us about your future in F1?”

“Will you have a seat next year?

“Y/n, what does Helmut Marko think about your decrease in performance?”

“Does your past with your parents have anything to do with your recent race results?”

You try to keep your face emotionless as you make your way into the Alpha Tauri garage and to your drivers room. You prepare for the race with your personal trainer and look over the arranged strategies for Sau Paulo while you wait for the go-ahead to get in your car.

Due to all the crashed-out cars, you ended the race in P12 in front of Oscar Piastri and Daniel Ricciardo. Statistically speaking, it was one of your better 2023 races, but everyone knows if it wasn’t for all the DNF’s, you’d finish in the bottom five.

You know that everyone knows this because just before you walked into the media pen after your race debrief, you saw Christian Horner and Marko speaking to your team principle, and after Yuki’s P9 finish today, it didn’t take you even a second to understand who they were talking about with disappointed faces and multiple shakes of the head.

Sure, this could mean nothing. This could just be a conversation between the three people that control the top team and it’s junior team. But you also like to think you’re a bit smarter than that.

You walked deeper into the crowded area before the three could see you, and walked to the first open journalist you saw, in hopes of leaving early.

“Y/n, hi! Not too bad of a race for you today, I guess?” The man asked, pointing his microphone towards you

“Yeah, not too bad. The car felt pretty okay and there was a bit of pace, but not enough to overtake or anything, clearly” You reply.

“Can we expect more race pace from you in Las and Vegas and Abu Dhabi?”

“I mean, it’s a bit too early to tell, but we’ll hope and see what comes out out of the practices” The man nods before looking down at his notebook.

“And your seat for Alpha Tauri next year, we know you’re apart of the confirmed driver lineup for 2024 but Helmut Marko states that there are attainable clauses in your contract, what do you think about that?”

You’re caught off guard by the question, but right when you’re about to respond, the man continues.

“Surely, Alpha Tauri isn’t really considering keeping you for next season, are they?”

You’re standing in front of the man speechless now, your brain barely comprehending what’s being spoken.

“Because I know the last thing a team wants is an incapable driver that is too emotionally effected by her “traumatic” childhood to race,” the volume of his voice starts to increase, and other drivers are starting to focus on your one-sided conversation.

“I mean, c’mon, no one even believes that even happened to you, and if it did, your parents were probably right for doing it-”

Your hands are shaking, eyes are wide with shock, body suddenly freezing, and you don’t even think you’re breathing. All you can do is listen as this man goes on and on about how you’re a shitty driver and deserved how your parents treated you.

You’re only broken out of your trance when an arm clad in red wraps around your shoulders and pulls you through the paddock. You’re not even aware of the yelling from a certain Mercedes drivers gets quieter and quieter as you’re brought into your driver’s room.

You’re being sat on a couch, and suddenly Charles Leclerc’s face is right in front of you, hands on your shoulders and eyes filled with concerned. “Y/n? Y/n, look at me, please, Y/n-” Your eyes dart to him and in an instant, everything from the past five minutes comes rushing through your head, and you can’t stop the tears that start to fall down your face.

“Oh, Y/n” The Ferrari driver moves to comfort you, but stops as you begin to cover your face and move away.

“No, Y/n, it’s okay, please, let me help you, Y/n” Charles wraps his arms around you in a hug as your body begins to shake with uncontrollable sobs.

“I can’t- I can’t do this anymore, Charles” You say in between breaths.

“I have to quit or something, I can’t keep doing this Charles, I can’t” You let your head fall on his shoulder, as the man tries to calm you down.

Charles’ heart is breaking as he comforts his friend; he remembers loving his first few years in Formula 1, how everything was so new and exciting to him, he could never not want to race, not then and not now. But to hear one of his closest friends breakdown because of how much she hates being there, makes the man’s heart shatter.

The door abruptly opens, and for a moment, all you can hear is the low angry cursing of Lewis Hamilton, until he sees you and Charles, and his face immediately softens.

“Love, I’m so sorry. That guy is a complete arsehole, don’t listen to him” The British man says as he takes a seat beside you and wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“I don’t know what to do anymore, I feel so stuck in this place where everyone is always talking about what happened and I don’t know how much longer I can go through it” You say, your voice breaking off with another sob.

Charles hushes you once more, exchanging a worried look with Lewis as you pull away from him again. “I’m sorry, I know I should be doing better and everything but I just can’t-” You say, voice shaky through the tears.

“Don’t for one second be sorry that you’re not competitive right now. Y/n, thousands of people are talking about the one thing that hurt you the most, and I understand why you feel this way, just please, love, for your own good, let us help you. I promise it will make you feel better” Lewis assures, grabbing your hand.

So for the first time, you do. For over an hour, you tell Charles and Lewis everything that happened when you were younger, and how the article has made you feel since then. They listen quietly, nodding once in a while to let you know they understand, and gave you a hug when you stopped talking.

“Do you feel better now?” Lewis asks.

“Yeah, not entirely, but better”

“Good, that’s all I wanted to hear,”

“Are you ready to go home now? There’s a plane waiting for us, if you want”

“Definitely. I need to go home” You say as Charles helps pack up all your things and Lewis makes sure there’s a car waiting for you two outside. As you’re all walking through the nearly-empty paddock, Charles turns to you.

“I have to go back to my garage, but please Y/n, if you ever need to talk, call me? I want to help you, I don’t want to see you like this again” The Monegasque brings you into a hug.

“I know, Charles, I will” You promise.

“Okay, I’ll see you before Vegas, yes? Feel better!” He calls as he moves backwards and further into the paddock.

“You promise?”

Lewis asks you hours later in the front of the airport in England, just about to get into separate cars.

“Yes, Lewis, I’ll call when I need” You say to the older man in a hug.

“Alright, text me when you’ve made it home and make sure you get some rest. Don’t be too hard on yourself either, you don’t give yourself enough credit for everything you do” You smile at him.

“Okay, I’ll see you before Vegas?”

“See you before Vegas!” He shouts from his already-closed car door.

When you do see the two next, they make sure you’ve made an appointment with a therapist and are setting up a meeting with your PR manager to put together a statement in regards to your well-being the past two months.

Charles and Lewis make sure the media inside the paddock is severely monitored and checked before being allowed near the drivers, and help you fall back into healthier habits.

These changes don’t happen overnight, and they don’t take affect overnight, but you do use the winter off season to make sure these changes are helpful and working.

The three month break is utilized to mentally and physically prepare yorself in time for your 2024 seat at Alpha Tauri that was re-confirmed after your P8 finishes in Las Vegas and Abu Dhabi.

The media still knows everything, and you haven’t completely forgotten your childhood, you never will, but dealing with it still gets easier.

KNY || Favorite Kisses

Characters: Hashiras x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, MDNI, slight angst (only Shinobu)

Synopsis: the types of kisses the Hashiras would give you

a/n: besties I SWEAR ON i b lyin MY LIFE that this was just supposed to be pure fluff with super sweet moments between y/n and the Hashiras !!! but have yall considered the fact that I'm a whore 🤨 also oh no my favoritisms showing !!

GYOMEI

The back of your hand.

Gyomei is very much a traditional romantic

Which is why he specifically loves hand kisses because they're a very easy way to show pda without being too frisky or making you or anyone around uncomfortable. Respectful king

It’s a mannerism that can be done as courtesy, politeness, respect, admiration or devotion. it's such a diverse and gentle gesture that it honestly fits his personality best — Gyomei isn't a theatrical lover, and if anything he finds boasting a relationship is a guise of insecurity

That’s not to say he doesn’t show you off, no no he just doesn’t find it necessary to prove anything because he feels secure in your relationship. You’re his greatest blessing, the lover of his dreams, and he shows it. The kindness and patience he offers you is endless and he’s always protecting you. This man would stop at nothing to please you, and nothing or no one can stop him from laying down his life in exchange of yours. You really lucked out y/n >:(

He also does it because he usually always has his hand interlocked with yours. Like I said, The Stone Pillar isn’t big on extravagant forms of pda but that doesn’t mean he’s not affectionate, so a lot of his public displays are more like reassuring or soothing touches. For example, because he’s such a towering man, Gyomei often places you on his lap when there aren’t a any futons or seats available (but even if there is he still likes to have you curled up in the security of his embrace), he also keeps a hand on the small of your back when you’re in crowded areas to help navigate the both of you through it and to make sure you don’t get lost. Though pda isn’t very common, his love language is mostly words of affirmation and acts of service

While we’re on acts of service, this man is an absolute giver in the bedroom. His favorite position is when he’s lying flat on the bed with your body straddling him, but because of his large stature he sometimes has to place his hands on your hips to help you ride him. Your hands are shaky on his broad chest, moaning and crying in pleasure as you sink into his girthy cock, struggling to fit him inside no matter how many times you’ve made love. Your body was worn from the amount of times he's made you cum with his mouth and long digits alone, even overstimulating you a bit until your moans turned into cries. But seeing you wince in pain as you so bravely try to take him in was a sight to behold — he brushes his hand through your locks, complimenting and whispering sweet words. “You’re taking me in so well my light… you’re doing so good riding me like that” tightening his hold on your hips he helps move you, using you as his personal fleshlight until you cum all over his abdomen, the last of your strength leaving with it as you fall limply on his chest. Gently grasping your wrist, he places a passionate kiss on the back of your hand before moving his hips “try to hold on a little longer, we’re not done yet”

SANEMI

Your spine.

It only makes sense that Sanemi's favorite type of kiss is one where he can hide his flustered face

Expressing feelings is this mans actual downfall

And whenever he tries to show displays of affection he ends up doing it in such an aloof and aggressive way that it just comes off looking almost forced, especially if you're in public — but he tries each and everyday to work on it so pls be patient!!

Instead he opts to kiss your spine, so he doesn't feel overwhelmed or exposed. When it comes to pda Sanemi prefers to keep things simple and light (because if you kiss him in public he'll literally explode) so he usually only ever has his arm wrapped around your shoulder/waist or his hands interlaced with yours. Though occasionally he'll sneak in a kiss or two on the back of your neck where your spine starts as he hugs you from behind — but he only does this if you're somewhere more secluded and he's feeling needier than usual

Elaborating on that last note, it's not only his preferred place to kiss because of his shy softer side, it's his favorite because he loves taking a protective stance wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulls you into the security of his embrace — this way he acts like a protective shield so in an unexpected situation where someone attacks from behind, he's the one that'll take the hit

The Wind Pillar is an aggressive, posessive, domineering lover but he'll steal the stars and hunt down every single demon out there with his bare hands if it means keeping you safe and happy. Sanemi’s love is loud in its silence, and there’s no greater insult to him than someone questioning it. In his eyes you don't belong to him, he belongs to you.

The bedroom is where he most displays how much of him is yours. The sound of squelching and skin slapping on skin echoed throughout the room, your body was bent on all fours with your back arched and ass held high. Fresh hand prints stung your ass as your body slammed against Sanemi’s flexing torso. Your throat was parched from your loud moans and pleas of pleasure as your lover hovered behind you, his heavy balls smacking against your skin with each powerful thrust as one hand gripped your waist and the other pulled your hair for balance, "s' fuckin' good for me huh.. heh you just love being filled with my cum, don’t ya? fuckin’ slut" your walls clenched at his taunting words. Growling in pleasure he bent down, lowering himself to place a delicate kiss right on the center of your spine as he filled you once more and you came undone, "that's right baby.. s' all yours, every last drop." he cooed as his hand trailed back down between your thighs

OBANAI

Your shoulder blade.

There’s something about kissing someone’s shoulder blade that feels so intimate

It’s like declaring your raw devotion to someone without having to say anything , and actions like this are when subtlety speaks loudest — especially for Obanai

Shoulder kisses are somewhat of an earning pass as well as status for him, given that this type of affection is mostly only done between couples who've already built a strong foundation and are deeply in love. Two things the Serpent Pillar has confidently established with you

Similar to Sanemi, Obanai has a hard time displaying affection — of course, not as much as the latter but this raven-haired Hashira gets all the more finicky and shy about it. As a result he's not very into pda and at best he'll hold your hand or brush his arm with yours, but don't let that fool you! This sweet snek boi shows his love in several other ways

because he doesn't show lots of physical signs of affection in public he opts to reassure you of his feelings by buying you lots of gifts and trinkets. His gifts would range widely throughout the beginning of his courtship with you, closely observing your reaction to them until he figures out what gifts you like best. He's heavily observant and protective of you as well

While we're on the topic of being protective, most times Obanai kisses your shoulder it's usually due to one of two reasons: one of you are about to embark on a mission for a few days or he's feeling particularly possessive or jealous — in which case he'll kiss or even lightly bite your shoulder if he feels someone is being too friendly towards his lover. A jealous Obanai is a dangerous Obanai

Lifting your leg over his shoulder, Obanai gripped your waist, his nails digging crescents against your supple skin as he pounded into you relentlessly. The cruelty of his nature showing as he punished you for 'entertaining that civilian scum’ far too long for his liking. It's been hours of him edging and degrading you, pulling your hair and shooting thick ropes of cum in your abused hole — not to mention the scatter of visible marks and bites all over your body. Having edged you to another climax he abruptly stopped his movements, cold eyes glared at you as he sneeringly threatened to leave you like this, mocking you for being too ‘undeserving’ to cum. Clawing at his chest with tears in your eyes you frantically shook your head. Leaning down he licked your shoulder before sinking his teeth down and drawing blood, lapping it with his tongue he chuckled, "Beg me to stay."

MITSURI

Your lips.

Mitsuri is the Love Hashira so tbh she kisses you everywhere and anywhere she can reach and it doesn't matter who's around to see, though sometimes she might shy a bit. This sweet girl is just bursting with love to give so it’s only natural for her to display it in any way she can — and she’s does

But her favorite place to kiss you is on the lips

It's in all honesty that Mitsuri absolutely adores your body, often littering soft kisses and chanting loving praises like it's her dying mission and of course, you do your best to reciprocate every last drop of it and she can't get enough!! Pda is common and sometimes an absolute must for this strawberry-haired Hashira, whether it's feeding you some of her food, holding your hand, kissing your cheek, or clinging onto one another, she lives for it all

But to her, sharing a kiss is something done only between lovers, it marks a bold statement that the relationship she has with you is special and unique. They're sweet and gentle, a way to say "hello" "goodbye" or "I love you!"

Because Mitsuri can be generally affectionate and kind to those she deems close like the other Hashiras, a kiss on the lips is even all the more special because it's only offered and reserved to her lover. The cutest thing tho is when you catch her off guard with one, for example, if you're both walking around the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters conversing and laughing and you decide to pull her into an abrupt kiss she will MELT!!! so pls do it often!

Mitsuri's kisses come in many forms, but there's a stark difference between her usual kisses and her more private ones. Her gentle butterfly-like pecks switch to more passionate, needy ones as she parts her soft lips to glide her tongue across yours in a heated exchange of saliva and desire. She'll pull and tug at your bottom lip and even involuntarily bruise them if you reach your hand down to slide across her wet folds. Moaning into your mouth she'd pant and cry out your name when you dip a digit inside, pumping them in and out of her spongey walls, her slick on your fingers as the room fills with lewd sounds of squelching, "a-ahh y/n—!! p-please.. more..!" your other hand gropes and squeezes her bouncy breasts as your thumb rubs her swollen clit until she squirts all over your hand, kissing her once more for a job well done

RENGOKU

Your forehead.

Forehead kisses with Rengoku are x8000000

This kind of kiss is most often given to show care, affection, apology, or protection, so a forehead kiss feels like an ‘I've got you,’ or ‘you're safe here,’ kiss — it indicates the emotional closeness between ones relationship

In a deeper sense, it's like a silent declaration that he feels responsible for taking care of you and wants you to feel safe with him. It doesn't matter how strong you are, and it doesn't matter if your strength parallels that of an upper moon, he's your protecter now and forever

The pure warmth that radiates off of his plush lips can almost rival the heat of the Flame Pillars fighting style as he lovingly places a kiss on the temple of your head. It feels as if he's kissing your thoughts, ideas, and you as a being — not just a physical body

Rengoku never shies away from demonstrating his burning love for you, and how could you expect him to? He's full of passion! A man in love!! It doesn't matter if you're out in public or even in front of crowded streets, this man will gush and fret over you any chance he gets so be prepared to be pampered in as much love and adoration as possible

He also specifically has a soft spot for them because they were the first form of affection he could give you before the both of you actually started a relationship

In the bedroom, Rens favorite position is missionary and it's all due to his greedy need to memorize and etch each and every facial express he coaxes out of you as his flushed red tip kisses your core. Rutting into you he presses both your legs up against your chest to shove his girthy length in deeper, his golden eyes darken with lust as you moan and cry in pleasure. Sharp eyes dart to your flushed face wincing in discomfort at the new angle, struggling to take him in deeper and it only prompts him to move in faster, harder until his name is the only thing left floating in your pretty little fucked out head. Once your voice hitches and your walls tighten around him he'll know you’re close to climax, "hmm look at you my little flame, so pretty.. like you were meant to be filled with my cock buried deep inside you, hm?" eyes half-lidded he'd continue to tease and praise you as his hand moves down to stimulate your sex. He leans himself down to press his forehead on yours, peering into your eyes with as much love as he can muster “My life is yours y/n” his voice gently coos as his hips snap into you mercilessly, lifting his head up he places a soft kiss on your temple as you wail out in pleasure, orgasming all over his torso

MUICHIRO

Your neck.

To this lost boy, neck kisses are the epitome of affections. They signify a direct connection to passion and they're a definite way to prove that he’s your lover

By nature Muichiro is a very subtle partner and he's often in a daze or too caught up in his own head to remember to be affectionate — and to be honest, he's not the best at understanding physical forms of endearment

But that doesn't mean that he loves you any less! far from that actually. This Hashiras love language is quality time over physical displays so most tender moments between you two is through the prior, but touch-wise he's always leaning or touching you when he's around you

Whether that's lacing his slender fingers with yours, leaning his body on you, lazily looping his arm around any limb he can reach or resting his head on your lap as he stares up at the clouds — he somehow always gravitates towards you (huh maybe he is kinda set in the physical dept.) neck kisses are common because they're really easy access to him; mostly because he’s usually always draping his body against you as he nuzzles his face on the crook of your neck and subconsciously he tends to place chaste kisses on it

These special neck pecks are also very common even in public. It's one of the few forms of pda that Muichiro isn't too shy to exhibit even tho this one can be considered somewhat frisky, but it's all in genuine fondness to him and he could care less what others think because he never notices them anyways

His kisses can be soft and feather-like or rough and needy depending on his mood and in the bedroom it can vary a lot. Usually, he prefers to have you snuggly straddling his lap as his hot body rests flush against the cool headboard, snaking his arms around your waist he practically gets mesmerized by your bouncing figure, taking his veiny length in so well. His mouth latches onto your hardened nipple, he swirls his hot tongue, nibbling and sucking on your nub before letting go with a pop. Pulling your body closer to his, his buried cock twitches inside of you as he feels your chest press against him, his breathes become short and uneven, "s..shit... you're a dream y/n..ah riding me so w-well!" Nuzzling his face in the nape of your neck he bites and sucks on your neck to muffle his groans as he cums his hot seed deep inside you

SHINOBU

Your chest.

Specifically your sternum — the very middle of your chest where your heart rests

Shinobu had spent so many years forcing a smile no matter how she felt that she forgot what it was like to actually feel something stir within her, demanding begging to be set free, and at first it scared her. She's lost so much already, what if she loses someone else too? She won't be able to handle that

But whenever she saw you, heard your laugh or felt your warm touch caress her pale skin, she felt her heart start to pound, quicken, tighten, race, all things she never thought she’d feel again — and patiently you coaxed your way through her defenses to find a vulnerable, loud, glimmering love underneath

You were her heart. The one who shared theirs with her when she couldn’t bring herself to have one. So she kisses you most where yours is found, it's her own way of promising herself to you. Kisses are also frequent there because often she’s placed between the safety of your arms as she lays her head on your chest to listen to your steady heartbeat thump against her ear

When you're out in public, Shinobu is somewhat casual with her forms of pda — mostly consisting of soft caresses and small acts of service but one thing that never fails to make your heart flutter is when she kisses her index and middle to gently tap them on your chest. Indirectly giving your heart a kiss since she can't actually place one in public, all the while her lavender eyes pool with love

In the bedroom is when the Butterfly Hashira really takes flight. Her amount of attentiveness and care is unparalleled as she focus on your enjoyment, carefully watching your reactions as she skillfully treads the line between pain and pleasure. Leaving bruising colors in her wake, she'll trail pecks and kisses starting form your jaw all the way until she reaches your chest, "my my aren't we eager? hearing you whine and whimper over the smallest of touches" sighing she glides her thumb across your bottom lip "really, how shameful y/n.." Moving her head down, she continues her assault on your skin as she switches to whispering out sweet nothings and praises. Hovering above your chest she'll place a kiss right where your heart beats rapidly under her touch, all the while smiling to herself

TENGEN

Your wrist.

A pulse point — one that thumps ever so lightly against his lips

Wrist kisses can be an extremely sensitive point of the body, it elegantly depicts a sexual undertone and adoration to the receiver and can easily signal an act of loving affection or lustful neediness

This type of kiss pairs perfectly with the sensual Sound Pillar as well as contradict his flamboyance all at once. Mostly because the act itself is both a low-key gesture as it is a loud confession — but of course his fav gesture is a contradictory expression that’s both complicated and simple, something that just can’t be put into words, now that’s flashy!

Uzui is flashy with his affections and he doesn't back down from any act of pda no matter where he is or what he's doing , the bigger the better. He's often holding, caressing, kissing, or extravagantly claiming you as his lover — but really did you expect anything less? The man has 3 wives after all, each with their own handcrafted forms of pda

With this Hashira you just have to accept his pampering and praise. He lives for the moment, and how could he not show off his beloved s/o to everyone he meets? It's honestly impossible! But he'll respect your feelings if you feel like he's doing too much, just don't expect him to cut back completely

But there's something about wrapping his large hand around your forearm and placing a gentle kiss on your pulse that feels so intimate. As the giver Uzui is silently vowing his devotion to you when doing this, maroon eyes intensely focused on you — it's one of the rare times when he fully and willingly submits to you

Placing your trembling body against his broad chest and between his muscular thighs, Uzui nips and kisses the shell of your ear as he presses his throbbing cock on the curve of your ass to relieve some tension. His silky voice coos and whispers a mixture of degrading and encouraging words as he plays with your sex, overstimulating you until you come undone over and over again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cum all over his slender fingers for the nth time, “how flamboyant my love.. cumming all over me so shamelessly” he pulls his hand up as his other one grasps your jaw, prying it open to shove his coated digits into your mouth forcing you to taste yourself. With teary eyes, and body spasming as you’re hiccuping and babbling he smiles in satisfaction. Releasing his hold on your jaw he’ll trail his fingertips down your arm to bring your wrist to his lips, with a low chuckle he’ll press a warm kiss, "mm.. that's my good girl/boy" Abruptly pushing you on all fours he hovers over your marked body, his marked body. Aligning himself with your hole, he rubs his blushing tip on your entrance as his large hands caress your waist to hold you in place, “now then … let’s get started”

GIYUU

Your Palm.

Devotion, submission, or adoration?

Palm kisses are highly overlooked and honestly it's a real shame. They symbolize love from an innocent heart, like subtle ways of saying "i give you my heart" or "my life and heart are yours to do what you see fit with"

This type of kiss embodies Giyuu's devotion to you perfectly. It's known to everyone that the Water Pillar is a man of very few words, and he himself is aware of that. He knows he's not good at expressing himself but to be honest it doesn’t really matter because what he can't put into words he supplies in actions

Pda isn't very common and generally he gets too shy and flustered to be overly-affectionate in public. Intimate moments like that should only be reserved in the privacy of closed doors where he doesn't need to hold back

That doesn't mean he avoids pda but at best he only holds your hand or pecks your cheek (but that's only if no one is looking), though you have a little more leisure to show your love for him, just please don't overdo it because he might combust!!

Though kissing the palm of your hand is his most preferred act of affection it's something he saves when the both of you are completely alone or somewhere more secluded, and it's only something he does on rare occasions so the meaning behind it stays impactful — but you have a higher chance of receiving one during sex

You're at the brink of exhaustion, having cummed already for the fourth time in a row. Your body was trembling underneath Giyuu as tears streamed down your flushed cheeks. A light sheen of sweat glistned across your body as wet strands of hair clung to your forehead, at this point you couldn't take anymore. Your body was already bruised and marked, you had hand prints decorating your plump ass and a mixture of your and Giyuus cum leaking from your hole. Weakly lifting your arms up you tried pushing your lover away from you, hiccuping as you begged him to stop but all he did was soften his gaze as he gently carressed your wrist. Staring into your irises he brought your shaky hand up to his lips and placed a loving kiss on your palm, "just one more... you can do that for me, ca-ah.. can't you?"

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Mission Possible

genres: elementary teachers au, fluff pairing: reader x seungkwan words: 1.2k warnings: none! notes: a short fic for seungkwan day!! I'm slightly late because I am me, but an anon requested early education kwannie and I thought that was so cute!! hopefully this lives up to their idea 😊

One of Mr Boo's students sees his brand new engagement ring.

Mr Boo's fourth grade class has been on a group mission ever since their orchestra field trip.

Their mission — and they did choose to accept it: get Mr Boo (the funniest and most glaringly obviously single teacher at Greenfield elementary school) together with you (the new music teacher Mr Boo's students always catch him smiling at while you're not looking).

Future president ten-year-old Kim Sujeong is at the head of the operation. She was behind most of the class's best efforts, including but not limited to running allllllll the way across the school from the music room to his classroom and telling him you had fallen and died and that he needed to come help! or else you might, er, die harder. Despite the flimsiness of Sujeong's story, Mr Boo had gone running full-speed down the halls to you (whom he found perfectly fine and not dead, just wide-eyed at his sudden — and out of breath — appearance in the music room with Sujeong beaming behind him when you were certain she was supposed to be in the bathroom), so she counted that as a success.

Now, future marine biologist Kim Sujeong — she’s still between that, president, or interior designer — is in a fit, arms crossed as she watches the kids of Greenfield elementary run around the playground. She huffs. Can’t the rest of the fourth graders take this seriously? Will they let the mission go? Just like that?

Recess is great, sure, but this is no time for play!

This morning, though Sujeong didn’t notice until a couple minutes before the first recess bell rang, Mr Boo showed up with a shiny silver ring on his finger. His left ring finger.

Sujeong huffs again.

“Are you okay there, Sujeong?”

On supervision duty today, you sit down on the park bench next to Sujeong, slightly concerned. She looks up at you, uncrosses her arms, and whimpers out your name. “Are you devastrated?” she asks you on the verge of tears.

“Devastated?” You point at yourself. “Me?”

Tears brim at the corners of Sujeong’s eyes, and her bottom lip quivers. “Mr Boo!” she cries out. “He’s getting married!”

You blink.

For a few seconds, you say nothing, just staring at Sujeong, and she thinks — oh, heartbreak! — you must have already given up on Mr Boo, must’ve heard about it already and cried before recess started, and, oh! What a cruel man Mr Boo is, to do this to you!

“Oh, sweetheart,” you say, smiling and gently taking Sujeong’s hands in yours. What a strong person you are, she thinks, to smile through such pain… You smooth down her hair, which, although her mum had done it in pretty braids today, has gone a bit wild in the wind. “Mr Boo getting married doesn’t make me sad.”

Sujeong sniffles. “Why not?”

You chuckle slightly, but Sujeong doesn’t know what’s so funny. “I’m happy for him. It’s not every day you find someone willing to marry you. I bet he loves that person very much.”

“But…” Sujeong pouts, breath a little shaky. “I thought… he loved…”

Your left hand comes down from her hair to hold her hands again. “Hm?”

Dropping her head, Sujeong is about to mumble “you”, but instead, she gasps at the sight of your ring finger.

Which sports a silver ring she’s never seen on you before.

“Not you too!” she squeaks, utterly betrayed.

“Ah— Sujeong, it’s not—”

“They’re not better than Mr Boo, are they? I know he’s a meanie because he’s getting married but— but, you’re doing it too! You’re getting married and he’s going to be sad because he loves you! He does! I saw! He looks at you like the boys in the movies! And he talks about you all the time — even when it’s math time! You’re the music teacher! There’s no music in math!” Sujeong is starting to lose her breath, using it all up, but she can’t stop. “So you can’t marry someone else because Mr Boo loves you! He— he shouldn’t marry someone else either, but that’s why we have to stop him! I can take you to him right now. We can show him how sad you are, because you are devastrated—”

“Devastated, sweetheart,” you say, then shake your head because that’s really not important right now. “I mean, I’m not devastated. I’m very happy.” Smiling, you hold up your hand and show her your engagement ring. “I’m going to marry someone I love, and so is Mr Boo. It’s a good thing. We’re both happy.”

Sujeong looks up at you through wet eyelashes, taking in deep breaths. She pouts, but doesn’t say anything.

You sigh, still smiling. “So be happy for us, okay?” You lift her chin with one finger, your other hand giving her smaller one a soft squeeze. “Don’t worry about our boring grown-up problems, and go play with your friends while it’s still recess. You know it’s social studies after, right?”

Sujeong lets out a little gasp. That’s right — there must be only a couple minutes left of recess, and she needs to gather up her classmates for an emergency meeting.

New mission: find out how to break an engagement.

Two of them.

Future president marine biologist interior designer divorce lawyer Kim Sujeong has her work cut out for her.

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Once all the students have been picked up and all his prep work for tomorrow gets finished, Seungkwan packs his things and heads to the music classroom. The door is open, but he raps his knuckles against it and leans against the door frame when you look up from your desk and smile at him.

“Ready to go?” He smiles back.

“Just a second, Mr Boo.”

You throw your things in the backseat of the car before getting in to the passenger seat next to Seungkwan.

“Sujeong seemed pretty put out with me today,” he says as he starts the engine, a slight smile teasing at his lips. He lifts his left hand and wiggles his fingers at you, the silver ring glinting in the sunlight. “Didn’t like my choice of accessory, maybe?”

You snort. “Yeah, that tie is pretty ugly.”

Affronted, Seungkwan gasps and puts a hand over his heart — and pink, star-patterned tie. “You love this ugly tie.”

“I do,” you admit with a sigh. “I really do.”

He likes it when you smile at him like that. You’re tired from the day, but you still laugh with him. It’s a beautiful feeling.

“Sometimes I feel like we should just tell everyone,” you say, staring at the ring on Seungkwan’s finger.

He chuckles. “You’re the one who said you wanted to hide it.”

“Yeah, from the faculty while I’m still new — I could already tell they wouldn’t want a couple working at the same school just from the interview.” (Seungkwan thinks that the rings are a dead giveaway, but you seemed so excited to wear them this morning that he hadn't said anything, and he's not going to now.) “I didn’t think the kids would get so invested, though" you continue. "Sujeong’s mad at you for ruining her OTP, by the way.”

“Just me? You’ve got a ring too, y’know.”

“Yeah, but Sujeong likes me more.” You stick out your tongue at him.

Seungkwan scoffs in disbelief. He reaches over the gear shift and grabs your hand, linking your fingers together. “Whatever. Sujeong will have it all figured out by next year.”

You raise an eyebrow, but give his hand a squeeze anyway. “She will?”

“Well, it’ll be pretty obvious when you have my last name.”

It’s your turn to scoff. “As if. You’re taking my last name.”

Seungkwan doesn’t argue, he just pulls your hand up in his and presses his lips to your knuckles.

“I don't mind the sound of that.”