REQUESTED BY: Hermityoshie

A/N: Set during married life. Basically, (y/n) says "NO" to them trying to bite her neck/give her a mark.

Also... hey, I guess I'm back to post some more. Sorry for the super-long wait. I hit a wall with this book. I'm still not ready to post the last chapters, but I'm getting there. Hopefully this can tide you over until then!

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Tanjiro:

"Tanjiro, honey, wait--" you pushed at his chest, fighting off the brief pang of regret upon seeing his brief disappointment. "--I have a meeting in the morning, I'm sorry."

His brow furrowed in confusion for a moment before realization set in and he nodded. "Oh, that's right. I'm sorry. I forgot."

"You're fine." With a smile, you pulled him back in. "I never said you couldn't keep going though~!"

Nezuko:

Normally, your wife was more chaste. But tonight she seemed way clingier, judging by the way she pressed kisses to the side of your throat.

"Nezuko," you tried, pushing gently as her forehead. "Hey, darling, hang on a second..."

She paused in her attempts to nibble, looking a little hurt.

You sighed. She was too cute to resist. "The last time you gave me a hickey, you almost drew blood and you didn't touch me for a week."

She nodded, looking guiltily away at the memory.

"Do you still wanna...?" You raised your brows, gesturing towards your bedroom with your chin.

Her kisses starting anew on your cheeks was your answer, and you smiled as you led the both of you down the hall.

Zenitsu:

"Darling," your husband moped, resting his face against your chest. "I'm booooored..."

"There's leaves to rake outside," you suggested mildly with a smile, knowing full well what he was trying to do.

"It's cold outside... and you're warm," he answered, pressing kisses up your sternum.

"No hickeys."

"Whaaaa... why?" Zenitsu whined.

"Unless you want everyone to see them tomorrow at our kid's birthday party..." You trailed off, letting out a small laugh as he all but scrambled off of you, face alight with a blush.

Inosuke:

"Wha-- Ino, Inosuke--!" You helped, feeling your husband bite down on the back of your neck. "H- hey! Quit that!"

"Ow! What was that for?!" He yelped, feeling you smack him.

"You can't leave marks on me tonight, remember? We have a mission in the morning!"

Inosuke tilted his head, looking at you blankly.

You raised your brows. "Zenitsu will never let me hear the end of it if he sees bruises on me in the morning. No hickeys until we're home."

"Aw..." Huffing a sigh, he went to sulk on the couch before perking up, realizing. "Hey, just leave them on me!"

You did not, in fact, leave any on him.

Giyuu:

"Darling..." he rumbled into your neck as he pressed you harder against the wall. Giyuu didn't always initiate like this, but when he did...

The heat pooling in the pit of your gut sent your mind into a fog, but as you felt his teeth scrape against your skin you paused in realization. "Wait, Giyuu..."

"What?" He pulled back a bit, confused.

"Be careful." You sent him a warning look. "I don't want Tanjiro or his friends to see any... bruises, when they come over for dinner tonight."

The thought of one of the boys knowing about your intimacy made him flush a bright mortified red. Nodding vigorously, he moved back and cleared his throat. "R- right. Um. Yes."

"Don't stop, damn it!" you mourned, mentally kicking yourself for stopping him.

Kyojuro:

"You taste so good, my love," Kyojuro whispered against your cheek.

The two of you had been busy cleaning the sitting room when one thing had led to another and here you were, pinned against the cushions, your husband holding you close.

"No marks," you reminded, your breath leaving you in a huff. "Your father and brother are visiting tomorrow, remember?"

"I know," he responded, leaning in for another kiss.

Muichiro:

All day your husband had been teasing you. A peck here, a swat there, and now you were just about ready to explode.

It was when he suddenly appeared and playfully nipped at your neck that you yelped. "H- hey, hey! No marks!"

"Why not?" He pouted, folding his arms.

"Don't you remember? We have to meet Mitsuri and Obanai for breakfast in the morning!"

Rolling his eyes, the man sulked a bit. "You have no faith in me, do you? You won't have a single bruise to be seen tomorrow."

In the morning, you freaked when you realized your hips and thighs were bruised. He smugly responded that they wouldn't be seen in your usual uniform, causing you to throw his shirt in his face.

Shinobu:

What had begun as a steamy rendezvous in your shared bedroom had suddenly lost all its momentum as you heard the triplets calling out to Aoi from in the hall.

"Shinobu, wait," you whispered frantically as she paused in her own movements. "No hickeys."

"I know," she whispered back, glancing towards the door as her hand moved south. "Let's make this quick, before they start looking for us."

(While no marks were seen once you two were presentable again, Aoi did notice a little bit of lipstain peeking out of your collar. Mercifully, she never said a word.)

Gyomei:

"Oh-- darling, hang on a second."

He stopped upon hearing your voice, a questioning raise of his brow as he leaned away from you.

Your hand cupping his cheek made him relax. "You're fine, Gyomei. I just want us to be careful not to leave any marks this time."

"I'm sorry, tsuma. I'll try to be careful."

You smiled, even though he couldn't see it. "Thank you."

Sanemi:

"Sanemi!" You called out, pushing against him with your knee. "Ack-- hey!"

"What?" He groused, pulling away from your shoulder to give you an irritated look.

"No hickeys this time," you ordered. "Tengen will never let us hear the end of it if we visit and I'm visibly bruised."

"Haaaah... is that it?" He rolled his eyes, pressing a kiss to your jaw. "I can be careful."

Rolling the both of you over, he reversed your positions - and he grinned. "C'mon, then."

(Sanemi awoke with long gashes down his back and bitemarks on his arms. Tengen teased the hell out of you both when he noticed them, causing you to just about die on the spot.)

Akaza:

Akaza held you firmly, a peculiar determination in his movements as he moved his mouth around your neck.

"Akaza," you breathed, carding your fingers through his hair and giving it a gentle tug. "Wait..."

"What? Are you alright?" He pulled away immediately, searching your face for distress.

"I'm fine." You gave him an amused smile, shaking your head. "I just want you to be careful. I don't want any marks this time."

"Is that it?" He chuckled, pressing his lips to yours. "Of course. Tell me if you need me to stop."

Douma:

"Oh no you don't," you groused when you felt your husband's teeth grazing against your nape. "No hickeys this time, Douma. I'm serious."

"Oh, but why?" He pouted, leaning against your back.

"Every time we do this, you leave such big bruises that your followers gossip about it." You huffed.

"But what if I'm extra careful this time, my dove~?"

"No hickeys, damn it! I won't let you!"

(Sadly, you woke up in the morning with a bruise teasingly peeking at you from under your shirt collar. Your cult leader partner had the gall to look a little contrite before giving you a charming grin and a shrug of 'what can you do'.)

Kokushibo:

Your husband was unexpectedly voracious as he nipped at your skin, hands wandering beneath your shirt.

"Ah, wait," you suddenly gasped, making him pause. "Don't-- don't leave any marks on my neck."

Kokushibo dipped his head in an understanding nod, instead pressing gentle kisses against your skin as he disrobed you.

(He didn't leave any marks on your neck. Your sides and legs, however, begged to differ. You counted yourself lucky that nobody could see them with your haori pulled so tightly around yourself.)

Muzan:

"A- ah, wait, darling," you pleaded, pushing against your husband's shoulders. "Muzan, stop!"

"What?" He looked vaguely annoyed at your persistence, pausing in taking off your shirt.

"Don't... don't leave so many marks on me this time." Your face was aglow with a bright red blush as you folded your arms. "I don't... want your subordinates to see them again..."

"I'll be careful, my love." Pressing a kiss to your nose, he pulled your shirt open.

(True to form, none of your new hickeys were visible - only because your chest and stomach were riddled with little purple bruises. Muzan looked extra smug when he made you sit in on his meetings, telling you later that none of them suspected a thing.)

Yoriichi:

Your husband descended on you the moment you were alone in your tent, pinning you to your bedroll and attacking your neck and shoulder.

"Wait--" you suddenly remembered amid a haze of arousal, "Yoriichi-- hang on!"

"What?" He pulled back, searching your face. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, just-- don't leave any marks," you responded with a shuddering sigh. "We have to meet with the Kamados tomorrow, remember?"

Nodding, your husband's eyes got a determined gleam. "I'll be careful."

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