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cozymoko · 1 year

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Kamaboko boys reaction to, "I love you."

This includes: Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Genya Shinazugawa

Pairing: All x Gender neutral reader

WARNING(S): none

HASHIRA VERSION KNY MASTERLIST

⠀⠀TANJIRO KAMADO

He smiled kindly, sneaking a peek at you through his dark, thick lashes. A field of unkempt sakura blooms blossomed along his round cheeks, tingeing them a faint pink. BA-THUMP! BA-THUMP! BA-THUMP! His heart cried out. Your words left him uneasy, embarrassed even, as they lightly tickled his chest. Despite his wishes, he could not speak for he was grinning far too wide to do so.

Training that evening proved to be quite the challenge for the young slayer as vivid pictures of you had obscured his mind, slowly but surely eating away at his concentration. Your words rang through his head like a silver bell, loud and persisting, furthering his desire to see you —touch you— He's getting red just thinking about it!

“T…Thank you for loving me. I really don't deserve you sometimes.” He whispered, leaning into your shoulder. “I love you too.” Tanjiro pressed a light kiss to your cheek, using his free hand to gently grip your unoccupied shoulder. A cheery laugh had escaped you at his chastity, nearly sending his heart into another frenzy. And to no one's surprise, you were enjoying every bit of it.

⠀⠀ZENITSU AGATSUMA

Oh my, you've made the poor thing faint. Stumbling over his words much like any other sweet adolescent. His fair skin held a warmth much like the sun, if not putting it to shame. Even with his lack of consciousness, that same lovesick grin had never fled his lips. Oh, and be a dear and close his mouth. We wouldn't want him to swallow any pesky flies, would we?

Upon his return from the land of dreams, Zenitsu was distraught. His body rested against the plush cushions of your futon with you seated by his side. He watches you gently rest a damp cloth on his burning skin, humming a feeble tune to occupy the silence. Zenitsu cleared his throat in hopes of "cooly" responding to your confession, but as you'd expect, he fails miserably.

“I-I love you too!!” He shouted, clasping your hands to his chest. “Wait, no — I love you more than anything!” You gently push him back towards the futon, tucking him beneath the sheets once more before lightly caressing his rosy cheeks. To him, words simply cannot convey his feelings for you. They are far too complex to describe. He's happy and he sure as hell wants you to know that.

⠀⠀INOSUKE HASHIBIRA

“Eh? The hell is that!?” Of course, he's confused, why wouldn't he be? Don't take it to heart, you expected this after all. (growing up in the wild does that to you.) Nonetheless, you can't help but feel a little bit annoyed by his statement. Just how clueless could he possibly be and why did you care about him so much? Two questions that you decided to indulge in another time.

Once you walked away, Insouke was quick to find Tanjiro and ask what this "love" thing was, seeing as you were so reluctant to tell him. At first, he finds it rather silly. Why do people use those words as a term of endearment anyways? He can just show you how much he cares! But with further convincing from Tanjiro, Inosuke shoves his inquiries to the side...for now.

“I ‘luove’ you, or whatever you said, too.” You gave him the most deadpan expression, using that moment to take in the immediate panic dancing across his gentle features. A snort slipped past your lips as you snaked your arms around his perfectly thin waist. At that point, you didn't know what you hated more, his obliviousness or his pretty face.

⠀⠀GENYA SHINAZUGAWA

“What...what'd you say?” He grimaced at the harshness of his tone as it was not his intention. He turned away from you, brushing his nose with the pad of his thumb in sheer hope of masking his embarrassment. But it didn't. You were able to spot the deep red creeping up the back of his neck to the tips of his ears. Scooting a bit closer to him, you rest your head on his back, rendering him stiff. But at that moment, you just didn't care.

Being as ill-mannered as he is, Genya hadn't expected anyone who didn't share the same blood to genuinely care for him. The boy has natural bitch repellent unbeaten in his DNA so surely even you are aware of the reasoning behind his insecurities. But, I suppose that makes him charming in a very questionable sense.

“You aren't too bad yourself...” which roughly translates to “I love you too so please don't take this the wrong way.” Genya needs as much love as he can get, though he refuses to admit it. As his partner you should go with your gut when dealing with him — if you think he needs comfort, a hug, then just do it — because at times, you seek to understand his emotions better than himself.

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thewritetofreespeech · 10 months

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Since you do Demon Slayer requests, could I request Tanjirou, Giyuu, and Douma's s/o(s) petting their hair as they start to doze off on their lap?

Demon Slayer men (and 1 demon) + falling asleep in s/o's lap

Tanjiro Kamado

It was, for once, a peaceful night. The fireflies dancing around the garden of Butterfly Mansion, while Tanjirou enjoyed the sweet smell of jasmine in the air.

“What are you doing out here?” Tanjiro perked up when he heard [Y/N]’s voice behind him. Soft, but still able to be heard. “You’ll catch a cold.”

“Oh, I’m ok.” He insisted, with his usual comforting smile. “I was going to head in but….” He looked down at his lap where Nezuko was resting. In her petite form almost fully in his lap as she dozed.

[Y/N] chuckled. “I suppose you’re pinned then. I’ll join you.”

They sat down beside Tanjiro. Both their feet dangling off the edge of the porch as they looked out over the garden. “Hopefully she’ll get up soon. I don’t know what it is but ever time she lays on my lap she goes right to sleep.”

“She trusts you.” Tanjiro looked up and over to [Y/N] curiously. “Plus, I’m sure it’s comfortable. Haven’t you ever taken a nap in someone’s lap before?”

“Oh. No.” He replied. Nervously scratching his cheek. If he had it had been years. Perhaps with his mother, or father, when he was much younger and certainly not a big brother. “I think it would be pretty silly.”

“It’s not silly.” [Y/N] insisted.

They then got up and adjusted so that they were sitting on their ankles behind Tanjiro, and gently patted their lap. “Come on. Try it. This way you won’t bother Nezuko either.” Tanjiro blushed and gulped a little. It was a little embarrassing, being in a position like that. It was also embarrassing on how much he wanted to try it.

Carefully he leaned back until his back was flat against the wood and his head was in their lap. He suddenly realized that the roof over the porch had little butterflies and flowers carved into it. He’d never bothered to look up, so he never noticed. It was comforting, he thought.

Very quickly Tanjiro was asleep as well, dozing off with his sister. Nezuko eventually did wake up, rubbing her eyes with tiny fists, and noticed her brother was asleep. Her big eyes turned to [Y/N], who placed their finger over their mouth in a silent shush. The little demon didn’t say anything in response. She just got up, jumped off the porch with a quiet thud, and went to chase fireflies.

Giyuu Tomioka

A big part of being a member of the Demon Slayer Corps was traveling. Demons and evil never rested, and the ones that caused the most havoc tended to wander. The corps went where they were needed. Which could be any area in Japan.

“Why don’t you get some rest?” [Y/N] asked rhetorically as they and Giyuu bounced along in the back of a wagon. Along with lots of travel came lots of unconventional ways of getting there. Not every mission had a luxury train to get them there.

Giyu grunted, but still sat up with his arms crossed. [Y/N] sighed.

“You’d feel better.” Giyu glanced over at them from the corner of his eye. “I know when you’re tired or upset Giyu. You can’t hide it from me.”

They had been together a long time. Originally partners before they became partners. The little ticks and subtle hints in Giyu’s mood that were often lost on others were an open book to them. One that he should know by now.

“I can't sleep on hay. Makes me itchy.”

[Y/N] smiled softly, then adjusted to make their lap open & free. “Rest here then. No hay or scratchy surfaces. I won’t tell anyone you took a nap on the way.”

Giyu didn’t say anything, but [Y/N] could tell their mind was reeling about it. Eventually, he submitted and laid his head down. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me just yet. After you get some sleep it’s my turn.”

There was the faintest hint of a smirk on Giyu’s lips before he eventually fell asleep. Rocked there by the wagon and warm, damp smell of hay around them.

Douma

A big sigh echoed across the room as Douma heaved it out, followed by a yawn. “I’m bored.” Being a cult leader was really rather boring. All he had to do was sit here and listen to people’s problems. And since he didn’t care what happened one way or the other, to the problem or his followers, then there was really no interest to be held in the situation. He just sat here, listening to someone play the shamisen, while people brought him their problems and offerings he wouldn’t eat.

“Where’s [Y/N]?” He asked. Examining one of the many mandarins brought to him as a present, and not having the stomach to even consider eating it, before he tossed it aside. “I haven’t seen them all day.”

“It’s only noon Douma-sama.” The demon growled. He didn’t ask for the time. “But, I will find them. They were helping with the new members earlier today, so they must still be doing that.”

“New people….” To a normal cult leader that would be a good thing, but to Douma it was just another headache.

Sure, more people to choose from when he was selecting his meals, but also more people to listen to. Maybe he should make some sort of decree that the Gods asked for their silent contemplation and meditation so he didn’t have to hear them whine anymore. Yeah, that would probably work.”

“Lord Douma-sama?” The demon perked up when he heard his name and saw [Y/N]. “You wanted to see me?”

“[Y/N]-chan!” He beamed brightly as he perked up in his seat with a big grin. “I did. I wanted to see you because I missed you!”

“I’m flattered Lord Douma-sama.”

The pink in their cheeks and the subtle smell of desire made Douma’s stomach tighten in hunger. But he doesn’t want to eat them. Yet.

Once and a while he would get a favorite. No particular rhyme or reason. He would just decide to keep one of the humans as a pet, more than an hors d'oeuvre. It usually worked out well, as humans were pretty stupid and susceptible to flattery, and he was a master manipulator.

“Come sit by me. I wanted to borrow you for a moment.” [Y/N], of course, instantly came to his side and sat down. The demon giggled a little before he dramatically laid down in their lap. “Ahhhh….that’s better.”

“Is this all you wanted of me, Lord Douma-sama?”

“For now.” He replied. Eyes closed, with a cat ate the canary grin on his face. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not.” They replied, without question. “I’m happy to be of any service that brings you comfort Lord Douma-sama.”

He can smell a wave of sickly-sweet perfume coming off [Y/N] that he’s come to realize is ‘love’. Douma has never felt it, but he has smelt it before. Bombarded with the scent from his followers. Clinging to those people left behind by their lovers as he devoured one and the other fled for safety. His last favorite had the same smell, but not for him. A ‘mother’s love’ and all that. Not that he believed any of it.

“This will make me happy for now. But if I think of anything else I’ll let you know.”

“Of course Lord Douma-sama.”

The demon yawned and started to doze. Still bored, but at least mildly entertained by his new pillow. He supposed he’d have to find a new favorite soon; since this one was becoming stale and dull. For now though, this was fine.

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fairy-hub · 1 year

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𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢; “𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭” & “𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! brat!reader, outdoor sex, teacher/student, soft knife play (no cutting or blood), sanemi is rude af but still soft spot for you he will deny having, light praise (he can't help it you're gorgeous babe), light spanking

Laying flat on the spongy moss with only your hands-free. Sanemi sits on your thighs, with a firm grasp on your hair, holding a knife to your neck. The submissive position is more of a turn-on than it should be. Clouding your thoughts with lewd fantasy.

He lightly drags the knife across your neck. "You're dead I win!" You moan, sucking in a shaky breath. You're about to explain yourself when Sanemi drags the knife's tip down your side.

He grinds his cock on your squishy cheeks. "You're wriggling so much, moaning like a bitch in heat underneath me." He pulls away, keeping your thighs pinned and slapping your ass.

You speak with your pussy, "Fuck me at knifepoint, use my cunt as your reward for winning. I can take it any way you want, need your cock." Heating floods your body, biting into your bottom lip. He drags the tip of the knife along the curve of your butt cheek.

Sanemi slips the tip of the blade underneath your tight shorts. "Wouldn't that be a reward for you too?" He slices your shorts off. "Do you think you deserve this? After your piss-poor sparring job." Ripping your shorts off the rest of the way.

You furrow your brows, huffing, "I worked hard training! I'm getting better! Maybe a little encouragement to work harder would be a better way of teaching." You freeze when Sanemi glides the tip slowly between your wet lips.

He scoffs, "No panties for your beautiful wet slutty cunt?" He turns the blade flat, rubbing your clit. "Should have expected that from a perverted brat." Your hot cunt clenches from the cool metal.

One quick move from Sanemi is all it would take. But the utter trust you have in the man pinning you down prevents you from being scared.

You smirk. "Fuck it outta me then." Sanemi pulls the knife away, and seconds later he groans,

"You're lucky you taste so fuckin' good. I have something to do after this. "I want you naked on my bed with your legs open for me to bury my frustrations. We'll see who outlasts who." He moves to the side, rolling you over onto your back.

He stands up, pushing his baggy pants down. Your soaking wet cunt throbbing at the glorious sight of Sanemi standing naked in the light of the setting sun. His veiny, thick hard cock is wet with pre-cum.

"Your cock versus my sass might become my new favorite fight. But who knows you might not know how to use your fat cock." You spread your leg when Sanemi kneels in front of you. He grabs his cock, smacking your plush lips and fat clit.

Sanemi lines himself up, parting your wet lips, and nudging your clenching hole. "Right now, I don't give a fuck if you cum. If you cum, you cum, if you don't, not my problem." He grabs your left thigh, pinning it to your side with his weight.

He uses his strength Sanemi roughly ruts his hips forward into your tight soaking cunt. "I can see the beautiful face you make when cumming later tonight. Because I know you're going to want more." Your body jolts, your cunt clenching, Sanemi trembles above you, groaning,

"This isn't a reward for you. It's mine for having to put up with your annoying ass all damn day." Sanemi's pace is steady, yet harsh.

His cock head hitting your spongy cervix. "Shit you feel too damn good, going to make me cum too fast." Your sink your nails into his forearm, splaying your fingers on his sculpted abs. Which flexes beneath your palm with every quick, rough thrust.

You whine, "Fuck! Fuck!" You're scrambling to comprehend the intense, mind-breaking pleasure. Your toes curl from the delicious burn of your tight unprepared cunt stretching for his, fat cock.

He grabs the knife, slicing through your compressional top. "Scream louder for me, princess let the whole damn forest know you're getting fucked." Lightly pressing the knife's tip to your chin, Sanemi kisses your forehead.

"Say red I'll stop, take you to mine, and clean you up." He leans back, dragging the knife down your neck, over your collarbone. "You're doing so good taking my fat cock in your poor little cunt."

strawberry brat all works

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chee-shep · 10 months

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Can I request first time making out with genya headcanons? You can add kaigoku if you want since he’s your favorite!

Thank you for the request, and I'm sorry I took so long! I feel like I might be shoving Kaigaku down everyone’s throat at the moment, so I’ll let this one be Genya’s! The first kiss head cannons I wrote a while back are referenced here a bit.

Genya was pretty shy about kissing in general at first

Even after the first kiss it took maybe half a dozen more kisses before he was able to kiss you without freezing up about it

He’d still be a bit red though (he can’t help it!)

Genya has actually relaxed a lot in your relationship

It first happened when you and Genya got assigned a mission together

The two of you were taking a break in the woods, and your crows had flown off to find information on new orders

Genya was sitting down, leaning against a tree

You decided to go over and sit on his lap, flustering him since that was something you didn’t do often

“Wh-What…” That was pretty much all he could get out

I’d like to state now that a make-out session wasn’t what you had in mind at that moment

But when you kissed him a bit to eagerly Genya’s mind got a different idea

Genya placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer

The feeling of his tongue running across your lips was surprising, but that didn’t turn you off

You opened your mouth to let him in

Genya wasn’t really sure of what he was doing, mainly just going on stories and instincts

Genya seemed to have more confidence here than he usually he did

Something about this situation, maybe it was you sitting on his lap or the boldness of doing this out in the woods, had riled him up

His hands didn’t adventure much, they simply stayed on your waist until he slips them down to hips

The kiss was rough, but he was gently with your body as he pulled you closer

It took a minute or two for you two to catch your breath

And of course only then did Genya’s face start turning red now that burst of confidence and adrenaline had died down

Those poor crows…

#genya x y/n #genya x reader #genya shinazugawa #genya fluff #genya x you #demon slayer #kimestu no yaiba #genya headcannons #genya head cannons #genya scenario

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 2 years

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Ehem…may i request some content on reader that draws (again) 🥺 kyojuro has really pretty eyes right? And so i wanna know what his response would be if reader mid sketching tells him that, and that they’d like to try and paint his eyes some time soon (as in ask him to be a model) 👀✨how would that conversation go?

a/n: im finALLY writing again- who knows how long this brain blast will last LOL - E im sorry this took so long!! thanks for being patient with me lol ;n;

-x-x-x-

it's become a very common occurrence that kyojuro is present during your downtime- whether than be reading, resting or indulging yourself in your hobbies

your hobby in art still fascinates him and entertains him

he really likes checking on your progress from time to time to see how you start and how you do things to get the end result

he's also verY supportive in your process- even if you say that you hate it even though youre not close to finishing, he makes sure you have enough encouragement to keep going!

kyojuro is 'trust the process personified and put through an amplifier

its in one of your sit-ins that he's reading a book that had been recommended to him through senjuro that you find yourself watching him instead of the other way around

instead of sitting in your art room, you were both sitting out on the engawa enjoying the weather with your sketchbook in your lap

you sketched whatever you saw, a tree, a flower, a patch of grass, a quick sketch of a bird before it flew away

it's getting later in the day and the golden hour is just around the corner of the clock

the golden hour is the best time of day for kyojuro- there was no question about it. it made him seem like a walking candle- burning brightly and lighting up whatever area he wander in

bring warmth with him along with his light

his eyes were the most brilliant of all like the burning wick of a candle that smolders and flickers with embers that fan it's own flames

he looks up from his reading momentarily to check on you beside him, maybe ask if he could see how far you've gotten in your sketching but was shocked to see you already looking at him

it wasn't like you to get distracted in the middle of a piece since you get so absorbed in your work

had something happened while he was distracted perhaps?

"Is something wrong, my dear?"

"you know," you start and his book gently closes, one of his fingers between the pages to keep his place while he offers you his undivided attention

"has anyone told you the sun looks good on you?"

he laughs at your compliment, and you don't even find it in you to be embarrassed because it was so very true

the sun did look good on him

tremendously good

"what brought that on?"

"it's just a fact," you tell him before using the back end of your pencil to move his hair around and open up the side of his face to show off his sideburns

the way your pencil cast a shadow over one of his eyes and left the other to glow in the early evening sunlight made you realize something

"i'd really love to paint your eyes kyojuro"

he says nothing as you start murmuring to yourself

"the way they still seem to glow even under a shadow, and this time of day is the perfect time for them to shine. they're such a pretty color too"

"you think my eyes are pretty?" he asks and of course, your flabbergasted that he could even think you didn't think that!

"obviously! not only are they pretty, they're emotional eyes. you can convery so many feelings through them without even speaking."

"i've never been told that before," he told you clearing his throat. "I must say, i am rather embarassed to hear you say so."

you laughed at him, leaning into his sholder as he ruffled at the hair you had previously been holding away from his face with your pencil

"thank you for saying so, my dear"

"i'm always willing to state the obvious- just for you though"

later on when it's far too dark to read or sketch anymore, you both head back inside and he stops you as you put away your sketchbook and pencil

the flickering candles and dim lighting of the indoors suits his eyes well too you can't help but notice

"do you really want to paint me- my eyes?"

"are you offering?" the way you said it with so much hope and excitement made him feel bashful in a new way he hadn't felt with anyone else

how could he ever turn you down when you seem so excited?

short answer: he couldn't

even shorter answer: why would he?

-x-x-x-

a/n pt.2 : i'm out of practice okAY

#kyojuro rengoku #rengoku x reader #rengoku fluff #rengoku scenario #rengoku headcanons #kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro fluff #demon slayer rengoku #kimestu no yaiba rengoku #kny #demon slayer

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strawberry-lemonade-kisses · 9 months

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Tags/warnings - Mention of character death(characters unspecified), Injury, wounds, swearing, bullying Tengen

Being a significant other to a demon slayer had its perks, but it also had many, many cons to it. Like the days away from each other, the endless injuries, and the looming face of death that follows them each time they leave the house. Being with a hashira, the face of death was more like a full body, large, dark, and hovering. They were the ones with the largest target on their back. Kill a hashira and Muzan is bound to promote you, right? At least that’s what you figured the thought process went like for the demons. It wasn’t something you thought about often though, remaining positive in your husband's strength. Which is why you didn’t stress it when he didn’t return one night during the hashira training, figuring he might have stayed the night at Sanemi’s after a sparring session. It has happened multiple times already, what was one more? It wasn’t until mid-morning when the crow arrived asking for you to follow it to the butterfly estate. You abandoned your breakfast, stifling the fire and leaving everything to the elements as you quickly left your home.

The Estate was a mad house when you arrived, Aoi directing a slew of kakushi as they carried the injured around.

“Y/N! Thank goodness! Obanai has been asking for you, he refuses to rest. Please help” Makio greeted you as you wandered through the estate, she was carrying a tray of soiled bandaging out of one of the rooms. She waved you to follow her as she walked down the halls. There were many injured but the overall mood seemed overjoyed.

“Makio, what is happening?”

“huh? Oh, you didn’t hear? Yeah, that makes sense” She chuckled stopping to pass the tray over to one of the Kakushi “We did it! We eradicated the demons! Last night, they fought all night long. It was a very hard fight, we lost a lot of good people. But we won, we did it! Come, Obanai is right down here, he’s in the same room as Sanemi and Tomioka” Makio picked up the pace, prancing into the room at the end of the hallway. “Obanai we finally got her! Now please rest” She smiled, letting you into the room before excusing herself. Nothing could have prepared you for the sight in front of you. Sanemi was completely wrapped up in bandages, not an inch of him was seen by the outside world. The only thing that told you he was alive was the steady rise and fall of his chest. Tomioka was asleep in his own bed, bruised and battered and he had an arm in a sling, but he wasn’t too bad. Finally, the last bed, furthest from the door was your husband. His entire head was bandaged, stray black hairs poking through the gauze. Some of it was already bleeding through. He had bandages covering his chest and part of his arms, but he looked to be mostly intact. Kaburamaru noticed you immediately, hissing and wiggling her way free of the sheets so she could get closer to you.

“Obanai? My love?” You stepped closer carefully, not wanting to disturb the other two in the room. Obanai’s head turned towards you at the sound of your voice, a bandaged hand raising in the air. You gripped it as soon as you were within reach. “my love, what happened? Are you okay?” Kaburamaru wormed herself around your interlocked hands, checking on both of you as you tried to swallow the sobs you could feel building in your chest. He looked bad, but he was here and you were thankful. The rise and fall of his chest let you know that he was alive.

“We did it. They are gone. We won” he muttered, his voice was scratchy, probably from a night of yelling, fighting for his life. “It’s not as bad as it seems.” Kaburamaru hissed in disagreement, moving closer to you.

“It looks awful my love, and you should be asleep like everyone else. You’ve been fighting and you need to heal. You have to heal so I can see you again.” At that, his head dropped to his chest, and he took a deep breath.

“It will be a long time” You nodded

“It will, I can’t imagine how extensive your injuries are. Which is why you need to sleep. I am here now, I will remain here for as long as you need me. Okay?”

“We did it,” He said again, head still turned in your direction.

“You did it, my love. You did it. I’m so proud of you” He made a humming noise, Kaburamaru slithering back up his arm to rest around his neck.

“Will you stay? Until I wake again?”

“I will be right by your side.” He attempted to nod, the movement stiff, inhibited by the bandages covering his face.

“Hold my hand, I’ll help you lay back, do you need anything?” With slow movements you got him on his back, head nestled in the pillow with Kaburamaru laying next to him. He squeezed your hand in acknowledgment but didn’t say anything. In the ten hours it took your husband to wake up not once did his grip weaken, still holding tightly to your hand like he was afraid letting go would end his life. All three of the Uzui wives popped in, checking on you in the time, making sure all was well as you sat tethered to his bedside. Leaving snacks in case anyone woke up starving. You even managed t have them bring you medication and bandages for whoever was to wake up first. Giyu was the first to wake up, 4 hours after Obanai finally succumbed to sleep and let his body rest. He was still drowsy, blinking the sleep out of his eyes before focusing on you sitting in between him and Obanai.

“Ah, Y/N, good morning” You startled at the sudden voice, turning to the quiet male in the bed next to you.

“oh, good morning Giyu, how are you feeling?” He made a noise that sounded like

grunt mixed with a groan, it didn’t sound that encouraging. You prayed your fingers out of Obanai's grip, plucking each finger off your knuckles one by one. “I’ll bring you some medicine, okay?” You passed time with Giyu, helping change his bandages and even helping him change into a fresh pair of hospital pajamas, provided by Aoi who brought some steamed soup buns as well. He recounted his own tale of the battles he fought, stating he didn’t know who everyone faced, he just knew who didn’t make it. He asked about other players who were remaining, none of which you could give him a real answer. You hadn’t left the room, stating your promise to Obanai but you could find out if he needed. You spoke quietly, not wanting to wake the other two but with Sanemi’s full body cast, you didn’t think anything would wake him.

Tengen himself showed up, the former sound pillar announcing his presence with the most obnoxious amount of snacks and candies tucked into the sleeves of his kimono, crunching with each step he took into the room. Obanai finally awoke to the sound of Excited chatter as Tengen explained what the outside looked like compared to the somber scene in the estate. A groan resounded from your husband as he waved towards where Tengen was seated, on the other side of you, closer to his feet.

“Tengen, I think you are too loud for him, please keep a quieter volume so that Obanai can rest” Looking like someone had slapped an ice cream cone out of his hand Tengen silenced himself, moving out of the ay as you squeezed past him to retrieve a few rolls of gauze and the bowl and pitcher of clean water.

“My love, We need to change your bandages and you have to take your medications now that you are awake, can you sit up for me?” Obanai struggled to sit up, his exhausted body refusing to do anything besides lay straight.

“I gotcha bud, c’mon let's sit up” Grabbing ahold of one of obanai's arms and supporting his back, Tengen helped the man into a seating position before holding a hand out to help you sit onto the bed, straddling your husband's legs so you could get to the bandages better. “My, my, Mrs. Iguro, if I knew that’s why I was helping you onto the bed I would have gotten Tomioka out of here” Even with his head wrapped up like a mummy Obanai still flipped off the right direction, earning chuckles from the water pillar.

“I’m going to start removing the bandages, let me know if I’m hurting you, okay?” There was a noise that resembled a ‘yes’ so you started, carefully unraveling the layers of gauze and medicated ointments. The smell of Mint and Aloe Vera got stronger as you unraveled further, the medicated ointments creating a nice sheen on the unmarred skin of your husband. Starting from the bottom of his head and rolling up you finally got to the bloodied portions, slowly revealing very large facial cuts. 3 diagonal lines cut through the upper half of his face, going through his right eye. The middle scar was the only one sewn shut, rendering his right eyelid immobile between the numbing and the medications. You tried your best to hold back the tears at the sight of your husband harboring such injuries. Of course, you had already seen the scars that continued the seam of his lips, but those had been long since healed, these were fresh, he could still feel the pain, the little flinches he tried to compress as you peeled the gauze from the wounds.

“I’m sorry, I’m trying to be gentle.” You apologized, finally unraveling the last bit.

“Don’t worry about my pain, I can handle it. Just take your time, I can feel you shake” You exhaled a breath, dropping the last of the gauze.

“Wow Iguro, your scars may rival Shinazugawa on badassery” Tengen exclaimed, earning a grunt from Obanai.

“Eat shit Uzui, at least I didn’t retire the second I got an injury and saw the fight through” Tengen feigned hurt, dramatically holding a hand to his chest with a gasp.

“Iguro you wound me so, always so straight to the point, need I remind you that if you showed up to the fight against upper moon 6 on time I wouldn’t have had to handle it with 3 MIZUNOTO’S” Obanai clicked his tongue, turning the other direction, facing away from you as you tried to clean the edges of his wound.

“Tengen please do not fight right now, if you want to argue leave, I have bandages to change and Sanemi is resting. Obanai doesn’t mean it, right love?”

Obanai hummed in agreement, turning back towards you with the urging of your hand. “Everyone is exhausted, the battle has tensions high as everyone grieves and celebrates. All of you in this room are what remains of the Hashira, so please remain a strong front until it is officially over. Even the lower slayers will still look towards you for help now.”

“Ah, always so calm and composed, now I remember why Obanai married you, the only one that can reign him in like this. He’s pussy whipped for sure” You turned to face Tengen, meeting his smug grin with a deep frown and a sharp gaze.

“You have three wives who I know don’t take the shit you say lightly, need I remind you that we are very close? I can have Makio in here in seconds” Tengen stood up straight, arms dropping from where they were crossed over his chest as he dropped into a low bow.

“I’ll see myself out”

“Do that” Giyu snickered at the departing sound hashira, having remained quiet as he watched the show in front of him. “My love, I am going to let the wounds air out for a bit while the salve dries some more, would you like something to eat? Any meds?” His mouth barely moved as he spoke up, the creams having numbed most of his face.

“I’m okay. Tired, Want to go home already. Can you bring a hot water bottle for Kaburamaru though?” You turned to the occupant on the next bed.

“Giyu? Do you want more snacks? More water or tea?” the man shook his head.

Obanai and Giyu were sitting in silence when you came back from retrieving a hot water pouch for Obanai’s snake companion. The air was thick with uncomfortable awkwardness, the two hashira who never got along having to room together and share space while they healed. It was a vulnerable space for all of them.

“Alright love, let's get these bandages back on, I’m only going to cover the wounds, not the full face just so you can breathe a little better, It’s the opposite of how I do it at home.” You announced your presence, making sure you were making noise with each step so he knew where you were. Losing his sight really doesn’t make a big change in your household, he barely had any left as it stood so speeding up the process of his loss isn’t a surprise. However, knowing him is another reason to loathe the demons and an even bigger cause for celebration of the defeat of them. But that was all for later after everyone healed and you were able to go home and actually enjoy your time together, spend full days alongside each other. It was a new beginning for everyone, and beginning are always hard, but you had Obanai to face it with.

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allovertheplace-writing · 1 year

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Welcome to my Demon Slayer masterlist! Check my pinned post for request information :3

》》 Multiple

Headcanon - Tanjiro and Rengoku Befriending a Shy Reader (Fluff)

Headcanon - Expressing Your Love to Rengoku, Zenitsu, Tanjiro, Inosuke, Gyutaro, Mitsuri, Tegen + wives, and Shinobu (Fluff)

》》 Hashira

》》 Demons

》》 Rengoku

Headcanon - Him with a Reader Who Has Separation Anxiety (Fluff + Comfort)

》》 Tengen

》》 Mitsuri

Drabble - "Miscommunication" (Angst + Hurt / Comfort)

》》 Tanjiro

♧ Thank You for Reading ♧

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#masterlist #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #writing #x reader #fluff #scenarios #drabble #headcanons #gyutaro #rengoku kyojuro #tengen uzui #tanjiro kamado #misturi kanroji #kimestu no yaiba #hashira #12 kizuki #x gn reader

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yamuuu · 4 years

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Matchup Im distant from others and rather timid. Though I hide behind a shell I’ve made up, normally with the people I trust I become very selfless and do everything in my ability to keep them happy. I have some pretty bed depression and wish someone noticed without me telling directly. I’m very loyal and love to think on my own, I’m scared of the dark but still refuse to admit it. I have trouble socializing and try my best to express through actions. I have a random habit of walking on my toes

I ship you with...

Mitsuri Kanroji!

Mitsuri is your go to girl

She will overwhelm you with affection to the point where your a happy lil bean

Mitsuri might not know immediately about your depression but she will definitely know sometime in your relationship

Mitsuri loves your loyalty

Mitsuri has had insecurity in her childhood because of her looks (if you didn't know)

She understands when you distant yourself from the other demon slayers

She only try's to keep you happy despite your depression

Whether its gifts , affection, or anything she'll try to keep your mind off of the negativity going on in your brain

This girl don't care about how you look she still loves you All though that's basically everyone in Demon Slayer

Close runner up:

Shinobu Kocho!

#demon slayer #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer headcanon #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer scenarios #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer imagine #kimestu no yaiba #kimestu no yaiba headcanon #kimestu no yaiba headcannons #kimestu no yaiba scenarios #kimestu no yaiba imagines #kimestu no yaiba imagine #kimestu no yaiba x reader #mitsuri kanroji #shinobu kochou

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black-aurora-nora · 3 years

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Sitting Duck | Platonic!Yandere!Rengoku Family x Reader

WARNING: This writing contains mentions of blood, controlling behavior, patronization, head injuries, mentions of death, strangling and manipulation. If any of these themes are triggering please read with caution or don't read!

You sat at the engawa of your home, legs dangling over the wooden edge as you watched the butterflies flutter around you.

A fond smile overtook your features.

It was uncommon for so many butterflies to be around.

But you were glad you were able to sneak away from Senjuro and Shinjuro for these few moments of private peace. Those two were always hogging your presence, always fussing over you and making sure that you were never alone.

And you know they mean well, but you needed some privacy every once in a while. It made you feel like they didn't trust you... as if you were a toddler with no self-preservation.

A butterfly landing on your bare foot brought you out of your thoughts and you couldn't help but beam brightly at the insect.

A Plain Tiger.

It looked similar to a the American monarch you'd read about in books, but you always felt that Plain Tigers were much more beautiful.

The door slid behind you abruptly and you sighed sadly as the butterflies flew away towards the forest.

"(Y/N)-chan, there you are!" Senjuro exclaimed, looking around obliviously, "What are you doing?" From what he could see, there wasn't anything exciting going on outside.

You glanced over your shoulder with a small smile, "I was watching the butterflies until you spooked them away."

He hummed in answer before folding his arms, "Well, father said that if you want to go outside one of us has to be escorting you and that you should know better."

You frowned at that rule. It wasn't new, but you felt like you'd been here long enough for that to not be one anymore.

Why was it that Senjuro, someone that was way younger than you, could go outside by himself but you couldn't?

The young boy sighed at your face before smiling, "Oh! Guess who's here?" He asked.

You spun around at that.

Kyojuro!

You hadn't seen him in more than 2 months and he always brought you a new book.

You sped inside, Senjuro close behind you, and went straight to Shinjuro's door. Kyojuro always spoke to his father when he got back from a mission no matter how long it was. They always made it clear not to interrupt, so you waited outside until Kyojuro finally came out.

Your smile faltered when the hashira frowned down at you. What could be wrong? Was he injured?

"Father says you've been unruly recently, (Y/N)." His voice was loud as ever, holding more confidence than you could ever have.

You looked away with your brows furrowed.

"I can't believe that you would do something so foolish, (Y/N)… I thought that you'd have the sense to be more careful. Especially since that's how you got badly injured before." He scolded.

Fists clenched at your side, you scoffed in disbelief, "Foolish? All I did was go to the nearby village and get some ingredients so that I could make something special for Senjuro's birthday!"

"But you went early in the morning when everyone was asleep and didn't tell anyone where you were going."

"Why should I have to?! I'm 20!" You rebutted sharply.

Kyojuro stared at you with his wide eyes for a moment, studying your shaking form, "We have those rules in place for a reason, (Y/N). Do you want Senjuro to see you injured again? Do you even remember?"

You stayed silent.

No, you didn't remember anything from the incident.

All you remembered was that you woke up covered in both your own blood and your parents' blood. Rengoku had apparently saved you that night from a demon attack and took you in after.

But you didn't have any memories of the attack. In fact, your memory was really spotty ever since then.

The village doctor told you it was because of both a head injury and that your body was protecting you from the trauma by keeping it buried deep in your conscious. He wasn't sure if you'd ever get your memories back.

You bit your lip with unease and turned to walk away, "I'm gonna go cook dinner..."

"I'll be in there in a few!" Kyojuro responded.

You didn't say anything back. That was another rule in the household.

You couldn't be in the kitchen alone if you were cooking. It was too dangerous, they told you.

While getting things ready in the kitchen, Kyojuro finally came in. You didn’t acknowledge his presence in any form or fashion, just taking out the appropriate pots and ingredients for tonight’s dinner.

The fire hashira silently watched you work, stiffening ever so slightly when you glanced at him hesitantly and slowly picked up a knife.

A silent plea ran through your head, praying that he’d let you cut the vegetables just this once while he was here.

That seemed to be too big of a prayer though, as Kyojuro grabbed your wrist tightly right before you could cut anything.

You froze, suddenly feeling extremely afraid and hopeless.

He looked at you with those bright red eyes of his, “Let me cut it.” He didn’t give you a chance to answer and snatched the knife from your smaller hand, cutting away at the vegetables on the board.

You rubbed your wrist soothingly, glancing between it and Kyojuro.

Why the hell did you feel so afraid?

Kyojuro had never hurt you before.

So why did it feel like he was going to just then?

"Kyojuro."

"Yes, (Y/N)!"

You sunk deeper into the hot spring, "Could you please let me bathe by myself?"

"I'm afraid not! It's too dangerous! You know that!" He had his back turned to you, keeping watch from who knows what. Maybe peeping toms?

"Ok..." You looked at your wrist once again.

Was what you felt earlier connected to your lost memories?

Did you also get attacked by someone before the demon attack?

A distant memory played in your head and you strained to think harder, trying to remember faces.

In your mind, you were back at home with your parents, helping them both cook dinner. You stepped outside for... fresh air, you believed and then...

You met Kyojuro.

Your memory went blurry and then you remembered talking to Kyojuro on numerous occasions. Pointless conversations from what you remembered, nothing special. Your memory went blank after that; all you could remember after that was being with Kyojuro and his family.

You squinted to yourself, staring hard at your wrist and trying to remember who grabbed it. Maybe that would be able to explain why everyone acted so careful around you.

"(Y/N), you've soaked long enough! Let's get ready for bed!"

You stepped out and dried yourself off, disheartened.

Maybe you'd just have to wait until your memories came back to you naturally.

Kyojuro left the next day to go on another mission.

You were upset, but he told you that this one wouldn't be as long and he'd most likely be back in about a week or two. So, it wouldn't be so bad.

You were in the kitchen cooking again. This time, Shinjuro was watching you and drinking some sake to pass the time. Senjuro was sitting right outside on the engawa, practicing different forms for sword fighting.

Humming to yourself, you glanced over when you heard the former hashira shift from where he sat and saw him staring at you. There was a strange glint in his eyes that made you slightly nervous.

"W-What?"

He didn't answer at first, seeming to think about what exactly he wanted to say.

"Nothing... I just wish that I could have you as my wife, you remind me so much of Ruka." He said simply, as if that was a totally normal thing to say, "I'm just glad that Kyojuro got you before anyone else could."

You really didn't know what to say now and suddenly noticed Senjuro glaring at his father with disbelieving eyes, as if he'd just revealed a forbidden family secret.

"Uh... ok..." You went back to cooking.

What else could you say to that?

The day went on as normal, thankfully. Though you did notice that Senjuro seemed to be watching you a bit more closely, but it wasn't too abnormal for you to suspect anything.

That night, however, you realized that Senjuro never fell asleep that night and were awoken when he got up and snuck out of the room.

When Kyojuro was gone, Senjuro slept in the same room as you on a separate futon. He always fell asleep fast and never got back up until morning.

You waited a few minutes and stuck your head out the door to see Senjuro sliding into his father's room.

How strange, you thought.

You quickly followed after, crouching by the door and listening in. You'd never been so sneaky before, but Senjuro had never done this before, so you had a right to be suspicious.

"Father, you can't say stuff like that around (Y/N)-chan. We worked really hard to get her here! Do you want her to get her memories back?"

You heard Shinjuro let out an angry huff, "Even if she did, she wouldn't be able to escape us. Kyojuro would just have to chase her down just like last time."

"But it was only by luck that her head injury gave her amnesia! I don't want her to be scared of us! It won't be the same if she lived with us like that." Senjuro growled, "Don't you remember how she acted when we first tried to keep her here before the incident?"

There was a long pause.

"...How she made sure to always avoid us? Like we were creeps when all we wanted was the best for her." Senjuro listed off, continuing, "We're lucky that Kyojuro led that demon to her parents while they were asleep. We never would've gotten her otherwise..."

He kept talking but you couldn't hear him anymore.

A flood of memories rushed through your head, flashing through your eyes and making your head throb painfully.

You finally remembered the incident.

The way that Senjuro had been stalking you for weeks on end, leaving you anonymous letters about how he wanted you to be his mother and tuck him in for bed.

The way that his father would drunkenly visit your home in the morning after your parents had left for work, weeping for you and asking for your hand in marriage.

The way that Kyojuro allowed the behavior to continue even after you told him.

And to think that you had been falling in love with him.

After you'd told them off and harshly yelled at them to leave you alone, they obliged.

No more stalking, no more drunken visits, and no more Kyojuro.

It had been peaceful and you felt like life was normal again.

That was when a demon came into your home in the middle of the night and killed both your parents before you could so much as scream.

You'd ran outside, stumbling over your feet in shock and saw Kyojuro standing right outside, looking down at you as if you weren't covered in blood.

"Kyojuro!" You'd cried out, "Please help them! My parents-oh god-the demon! You have to hel-" You stopped when Kyojuro grabbed your wrist and stopped you from turning back to the scene.

"There's nothing more I can do, I'm afraid!" He stated matter-of-factly.

You felt your blood run hot.

How dare he?

How dare he just stand there and let that demon eat your loved ones? How dare he let them die such painful deaths when he was right outside? How dare he ruin your life?

"Fuck you!" You gritted out with a pained sob, swinging at him with little remorse.

He wasn't affected by your hits though. He just continued to look down at you with a slight frown before he suddenly looked up and threw you aside, "Look out!"

Unfortunately, the fire hashira wasn't paying attention to how hard he'd pushed you and sent you stumbling forward and down to the ground, your head smacking right against a large rock.

You lost consciousness right after.

...

And then you woke up at Kyojuro's place, surrounded by him, his brother and his father.

You snapped back to present day and a shrill scream tore from your throat, gripping at your head. It felt like it was going to explode!

The door slid open and you ignored your captors in favor of running in a random direction towards the forest, screaming your mind out hysterically.

They were all liars!

They kidnapped you and used your injury to live out their sick fantasy with you.

That entire night wasn't an accident at all.

You could feel your heart beating out of your chest, everything was starting to be too much.

Senjuro and Shinjuro were chasing after you, screaming out your name and telling you to come back.

But how could you go back to them?

They'd been caught red-handed and now you had your memories back.

As if bad luck was on your side, you stumbled over an exposed tree root and slammed into the ground, knocking the wind out yourself.

That gave your two captors just enough time to get on top of your back.

They were too strong, you couldn't do anything no matter how much you struggled and soon enough, two hands were around your throat, gripping it closed.

You scratched and kicked as best you could until your vision began to go spotty and your eyes started to water uncontrollably, "S-Shi-j-ro-"

And then your vision went black.

#demon slayer #yandere demon slayer #yandere #platonic yandere #rengoku #kyojuro rengoku #rengoku senjurou #rengoku kyojuro #kimestu no yaiba #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #sfw #yandere scenario #yandere anime

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yanderemommabean · 3 years

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So we talk about yandere love interest, but what about yan child that overprotective of their mom? A man is trying to flirt with their mom? Not anymore when he throws a rock at the guy. And he just bites his lip and hold in the sniffles when mother scolds him for his actions, mother will see the tears and be forced to hug him to comfort him. He got the man away and got affection from mommy, mission complete!

Rui would absolutely be the protective child, not trusting anyone with his mother/ mother figure. I mean the last guy broke your heart! He can’t have that happen again, he just can’t!

So he puts dates through absolute hell, sniffling and crying about nightmares and having tummy aches when you and your guest are getting a bit too comfy in bed, throwing tantrums and making it hard on your suitors to calm him down on purpose until they snap and say/Do the wrong thing and make you tell them to leave while you console him.

He gets older and still resents any male figure walking into your life. He feels none of them are what you need, and if he could he’d build a suitor from scratch and train them to be your permanent family man. It’s been hard on him too you know? He wants a dad just as badly as you want him to have one, but he can’t risk you being hurt by an inferior and unworthy being again.

His obsession and compulsion to make sure you’re satisfied is odd to say the least. He makes sure to help around the house, to help with dinner, to even be your shoulder to cry on when dates continue to go bad (totally not because of him whhaattt??). But then he’s asking to see your phone, scaring away any wandering eyes who look at you for a second too long in public, and hating anyone who takes your attention away from him for purposes he deems filthy and harmful.

You consider sending him to some sort of group camp for summer a few times but seeing how well those fits worked out ...well it’s better to just let things be and allow him to feel like he’s protecting you. Maybe when he’s an adult he’ll understand better, let mommy have some space. Maybe.

-Mommabean

#rui demon slayer #yandere scenarios #platonic Yandere #family Yandere #yandere imagines #yandere demon slayer #kimestu no yaiba #yandere kny #Mommabean

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cozymoko · 3 years

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Y. Starter Prompt - 44 Tracking with Tanjiro from KNY

I’ve been interested in the prompts for a while, so I’m shooting my shot.

TRACKING

Pairing: Tanjiro Kamado x gn! reader

Warnings: Yandere themes

Format: Scenario

Word Count: 486

Prompt: Tracking - "I was worried! What if you were kidnapped!?"

You were scared. Shitless dare I say, and rightfully so. The panicked screams of the man you once called your beloved were a mere distance away. Gravel crumbling beneath your feet, prickly branches scratching against your skin.

With each scream, your heart grew faster. Your legs numbing as a burning sensation flourished through your chest; You were close to tears. Mind clouded as the words Don't stop! echoing throughout your head. Words that kept you sane, determined to keep going, to not succumb to the fatigue plaguing your body.

"{Name}, please come back! Don't go; don't leave me!"

You shake your head, biting back the pained screams bubbling in your throat. Hot tears flowed down your eyes, contrasting with the chilled breeze hitting your skin. Only one thing mattered to you at that moment, it was the only thing you had going for you, that kept you going...

Escaping.

Taking refugee in a nearby village, one quiet with a warm atmosphere. You were misplaced in the crowd of judging stares, shoving people of all ages to the side as you knew the young demon slayer was not far behind. You promptly approach a nearby inn, fishing for a few coins in your pockets, scrambling to your purchased room.

You were far but not far enough to escape those familiar shouts. The ones mixed in the voices of many, likely restraining the boy. Labeling him as a deranged boy who's been traumatized by god knows what. Screaming out a name that you knew too well, one that marked yourself. That being your own.

But nothing good can last forever. Something always has to come and ruin the peace, is that right?

Blood splatters covering your clothes, the metallic scent prickling at your nostril hairs. you were thankful, that without a doubt. The hostess seemed to be a demon, a very sly one at that. Sneaking into your room when the moon reached its peak.

"I was worried! What if you were kidnapped?!" His words did little to calm you down as his grip tightened on your bruising wrists. Blood splatters coating the ground, dampening the cloths beneath it.

Your hands trembled violently at the Gorey sight before you. A sight you didn't think he could commit himself. Yet his eyes remained on you as if he wasn't crouched in a socked futon, staining his clothes red. While the demon gradually disintegrating into dust, gruff noises escaping its limp form.

Fawning over your safety, motives of running away. However, at that moment it all meant nothing.

Perhaps it was a simple thought, before at least. But the moment you met his eyes flooded you with an overwhelming feeling of regret. One that caused thick tears to sting at your eyes, seconds from slipping out. That brought a mindless wish to your mind, one that only a fool would ask for, inquire the possibilities of.

If he killed me...would I be happy?

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thewritetofreespeech · 6 months

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Could I request Sanemi, Himejima, and Giyuu's reactions to their s/o going undercover as an oiran per Tengen's request to watch over the main trio?

Sanemi/Himejima/Giyuu + s/o trying to be recruited by Tengen for the Red Light Mission

“Have you lost your fucking mind?!”

“You really need to calm down Sanemi.” Tengen told his fellow Hashira. “If you keep coming at me with this energy, we’re gonna have some words.” The implication being ‘with swords’.

“I’m not allowing s/o to go on a mission like this.” Tengen arched his brow at the word ‘allow’, and Sanemi growled. “You know what I mean! Don’t you have 3 of your own women to do this?”

“My wives,” Tengen corrected, “were already assisting with the mission when we lost contact. That’s why I need new girls to sneak in and scout the place.”

“So you lost your women, and now you want me to send mine into this bottomless pit as well.” Sanemi hissed between his teeth. “Will one of you say something!?”

“It’s not my place to say.” Himejima commented in his usual stoic fashion. Giyuu his typical silence. “S/O is their own person and can make their own decisions. If they want to volunteer for Tengen-san’s mission, I will not stand in their way.”

“So you’re comfortable with them dressing up like a whore and being ogled by men?!”

“It’s not my place to make that decision for them. And, whatever they look like, I know their heart & intentions for this mission is pure.”

Sanemi growled again. He should have known better than to ask the advice of someone who fashioned themselves after a priest. “What about you?!”

Giyuu had remained quite this whole time, not wanting to get involved. But being asked directly by one of his peers, he couldn’t keep quiet. “….I…would be uncomfortable….”

“See! He agrees he doesn’t want them to do it!!”

“I didn’t say that. I just said it would make me uncomfortable. The mission is more important than my feelings.”

“Oh come off it!!”

The conversation just devolved into yelling at this point. Mostly from Sanemi, but Giyuu and Himejima got in a few raised words as well, about loyalty, duty, chastity, honor.

Tegen sighed and turned around to leave them to bicker. “I’m just gonna go over to the Butterfly Estate…..”

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fairy-hub · 1 year

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𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐨; “𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮!”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! f!reader, fingering, tit sucking, kissing, squirting

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! May I suggest Makio and line 11 for your ask game.

Nudging your fingers into Makio's squishy, soaking wet pink cunt. You flick her soft nipple with your tongue. Her fat breast suffocates you, covering your mouth and nose. You groan into her squishy fat, biting down till she whines.

Makio fondles your cheek, caressing your side., massaging your cheek again. Unable to keep her hand still. Makio gropes every part of you she can reach. "Don't stop nnn! Wanna cum. Don't stopgonnacum!" She pumps her fingers faster, your cunt squelching.

You're dripping down your thighs, your cunt clenching all four of her slender fingers. Makio rubs your clit faster, keeping the same toe-curling pressure. Her plush tit muffles your moans.

It feels so good to bury yourself in her soft squish, to play with her soft wet pussy. You focus on massaging that spot inside her that has her soaking wet cunt clenching around your fingers.

You squeeze her hip, your fingers sinking into the squishy crease. Makio tugs on your hair encouraging you to pull away from her tit with a soft pop. She brings you in for a passionate, deep kiss.

She whimpers into your mouth when you slip your tongue past her lips. She's getting so close, you can tell by how her cunt clenches. You break the kiss. "Come on, you can be louder. Let me hear you whine while you squirt." Makio's eyes roll back, her beautiful, soft cunt gushing on your fingers.

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Ohohoh secret lover? How about giyu having a secret lover AND his child has already been born. (2-3 years old maybe? giyu is 21...). Then instead of the pillars finding out themselves maybe he brings his child to a meeting because oyakata-sama wanted to meet him/her and they just freak out. Its fine if you dont want to do it i just got this idea suddenly after your post jwbsje

i like this one! thanks for sending it in!

a little messy , but plz just roll with it lololol

“Why is Tomioka-san late?” Shinobu complained as she tapped her foot on the ground impatiently. “Do you understand how rude it is to show up late to a pillar meeting?”

Sanemi scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Obviously, he has no respect for any of the demon slayer rules,” to which all of the pillars nodded in agreement—all except Mitsuri.

“Come on guys! He’s never late to the meetings I’m sure he isn’t purposefully trying to be late!” she defended, arms out in front of her as the pillars tried not to fall for her charms.

“Give it a break, Kanroji,” Iguro said from the tree, earning a pout from the love pillar.

With one soft step onto the tatami mat that would have gone unnoticed, the pillars immediately knelt into their positions as Oyakata-sama walked into view.

“I am grateful to see you this morning, my children,” he spoke softly as he gazed over the pillars with a soft smile. Turning to the side, his smile grew as he felt the presence of wife and kids as they walked quietly behind him.

“I am glad to see that you and your family are as healthy as always,” Sanemi voices clearly as Oyakata gives him a nod. “I’d hate to discuss anything but, however, it seems that Tomioka isn’t among us this morning, Oyakata-sama.”

Raising his head, Oyakata gave him a smile before turning towards the distance. “Perhaps he is just running a little late,” As if on cue, Tomioka had just arrived at the meeting, stepping into the garden grounds.

It was a surprise to see him late, but it was more surprising to see the young boy who held tightly onto Tomioka’s larger hand. The timid boy glanced around nervously before taking a step toward Tomioka, hiding behind his legs.

It was as if the young boy was looking for someone and once he locked eyes onto his friend, he dashed away excitedly.

“Kiriya!” he shouted as Kiriya carefully stepped down from the engawa before hugging the young boy. “Hibiki! I missed you!”

As the pillars watched the two young boys, Tomioka walked over toward Oyakata before offering a bow. “I apologize for being late today,” he stated respectfully as Oyakata shook his head.

“Not at all. It was my request you bring Hibiki along, he’s grown well,” Oyakata smiled at the water pillar, “I’m sure, (Name) is doing well?” Tomioka gave a nod, “Yes, I’m glad to have her.”

“I believe this is the first time Hibiki has met the pillars. Why don’t you go ahead and introduce him before we start this meeting?”

With another bow, Tomioka stood back straight before calling the young child over. “Hibiki, introduce yourself,” Tomioka said softly to the young boy as he gave him a gentle pat on the back, encouraging the boy.

Sheepishly, the boy took a step forward, playing with his hands, “Hi, my name is Tomioka Hibiki,” he said softly, but loud enough for all the pillars to hear.

Shinobu shakily brought her hand to her mouth, “T-Tomioka? Do you mean-”

“You have a child?!” Sanemi shouted in disbelief, the pillars confused out of their mind. “Since when?! And how!”

“Well, my wife and I wanted to start a family,” Tomioka stated nonchalantly as Sanemi yelled in the back about Tomioka having a secret wife.

“I’m two,” Hibiki said with a proud smile as he lifted his small hands in a peace sign, causing Mitsuri to squeal.

“Hibiki, go ahead and play with Kiriya for a bit okay? Papa will come get you when I’m done,” Tomioka stated as Hibiki gave a nod before running off.

The pillars all gasped as Tomioka referred to himself as papa. The day just kept getting weirder and weirder.

“You are so cute!” Mitsuri cried as she pinched his cheeks playfully as Hibiki giggled in her hands.

“I can’t believe you’ve hidden the fact that you had a child from us for the past two years! Do you hate us or something?” Shinobu exclaimed as Tomioka just gave her a silent glance before turning back to his child, “Wow, rude.”

“Only Oyakata-sama knew about my family with my wife. Kiriya and Hibiki seem to have a close bond, perhaps its because Kiriya doesn’t have any brothers,” Tomioka explained as Mitsuri squished his cheeks once more.

“Children are so small,” Muichiro states as he watched Mitsuri interact with the young boy only for Uzui to remind him that he was still a child as well.

“Tomioka! There is a lovely lady at the gate requesting for you!” Rengoku shouts as Tomioka raised a brow before everyone followed the water pillar to the gates.

“Oh, (Name),” Tomioka’s lips curved into a smile upon seeing the woman in front of him. Hibiki glanced up before running into a sprint with his arms open wide, “Mommy!”

“His wife?!” The pillars gasped as they watched the scene unfold. They were surprised, to say the least, and it wasn’t the fact that his wife was here, but the fact that she was carrying a bundle in her arms.

Tomioka had been hiding not one, but two children this whole time. “I think I’m going to pass out from all of this,” Sanemi said from behind his hand as Mitsuri and Iguro tried to calm him down.

“What a lovely family,” Gyomei said, tearing up as he watched the family.

“He has two kids; how did he keep this a secret?” Iguro questions with narrowed eyes.

The pillars had never been so shocked before, but seeing Tomioka happy for once was a pleasant surprise to this crazy morning.

#tomioka #tomioka giyuu #tomioka giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka #kimetsu no yaiba tomioka #Tomioka Giyū #tomioka giyuu scenario #giyuu #giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka scenario #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu tomioka scenarios #kny #kny x reader #Kimetsu no Yaiba #kimestu no yaiba #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 2 years

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Hello is it okay to request how Rengoku would be with a s/o who is a kakushi?

a/n: ofc you can :D (why are there like zero gifs for the kakushi? like hello??)

-x-x-x-

if you were in the corps as a medical member among the kakushi- rengoku is so proud of you !!!!

obviously, everyone has their own reasons for joining

rengoku joined to follow in his father's path, others join to protect people, or just for the thrill if they're crazy like that

and if your reason is to help the people who choose to fight then so be it!!

it takes a different kind of strength to be on the medical side of the fight

you see all sorts of injuries, cure illnesses, help people get back on their feet, and try and not only help physically but mentally and emotionally in some cases

you've watched people slip through your fingers and rengoku has been there to hold you when you are just so frustrated with yourself for letting someone else die

he knows it can be hard just like fighting out in the field can be

its a different type of strength, but what a wonderful, proud strength to have

every time he gets injured (either minorly or ambling back with a broken limb) he smiles and laughs through the exact lecture he gets from you every single time while you patch him up

sometimes if he's got the time to spare, he'll sit in on your work and watch you asking questions about the medicine you use, how it's used and for what

he learned his basic first aid from you too!!!

with you being a part of the medical division, you often run into shinobo for one reason or another so among the hashira you'd consider her the closest to you (obviously aside from rengoku)

she'd teach you all sorts of new things and you'd run to rengoku and launch into a child-like excitement telling him all that you've learned

and he'd sit through your excitement and give you his undivided attention all night and day if need be

he just loved seeing you so excited and passionate about your work!!

if there's one way to get to this man's heart, it's through passion and passion of work that he can share with you? TKO

there are times though that he has to step in as your own personal health benefactor when you start overworking yourself for one reason or another

it's easy to overwork- he knows this- but he still very much dislikes when it happens

he'll keep an eye on you after first when he notices it just to see if you become aware of it yourself and ease out of the mental state of work, work, work

but if you don't, he's draping blankets over your shoulder when you fall asleep at your workstation or bringing you teas and snacks (that even he can't mess up) to help lift your spirits and your energy

and if he believes it's for your own good, he can- and will- throw you over his shoulder and march you to bed so you can get a well-deserved nap (and don't think he won't- did you see how far he threw akaza? man is stronk)

he'd also offers the BEST massages (without ulterior motives smh) since he knows all the best pressure points- because you showed him- and obviously he holds a lot of strength in his hands

your shoulders, legs, arms, hand, feet, back- whatever you wanted to be worked on, he was on it

if there was an instance where your work required you to travel and go to a different location or just send you off to a location where there would be possible injuries- rengoku would be thrilled if he ran into you

he'd be finishing a job and you'd just sort of show up with a few other kakushi with you and he's just ":D my love!" without a scratch on him

if he were with others (say tanjiro and the gang) you'd patch them up while rengoku tries balancing his training spiels on where the boys could have avoided injury and talking with you

of course, you always told him to be as professional as possible and try and separate work and personal life- and he respected that especially if you were literally in the middle of working

sometimes he'd just sit and watch you patch tanjiro up in pure silence

and sometimes the younger boy would get so uncomfortable with the atmosphere he'd try and convince you he felt fine just so rengoku and you could have your together-time

all in all- if he were in a relationship with a kakushi corps member not only would he grow more knowledgable from your long rambling sessions about medicine and the human body-

but he'd grow more fond of you in general

#rengoku headcanons #rengoku scenarios #kyojuro rengoku #rengoku #rengoku x reader #rengoku x kakushi reader #demon slayer #kimestu no yaiba #demon slayer headacanons #demon slayer scenarios #kny

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strawberry-lemonade-kisses · 2 years

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Growing pains

Warnings: Snake abuse(I do not condone this)

I had to repost this because half of the story got deleted, but it's all here now

Shinya and Seina Shinazugawa, 2 gifts from the god himself, Sanemi. You were overjoyed to find out you were carrying not just one, but two children. Sanemi was equally excited to see you carrying his children, he finally would have a family after so long. He was protective as ever as the months passed and you grew bigger and fuller with the 2 humans growing inside you. He was all you could wish for in a husband, during and even after the delivery of your children, attentive, loving, and overall perfect. The children, however, were a nightmare.

“Shinya! Put that down and stop terrorizing your sister!” You scolded your son, reaching to grab the worm he had dangled over his sister, a wicked grin plastered on his face. “That’s not nice, you know she doesn’t like worms, apologize to her” He looked up at you, a baffled expression as you arched a brow, waiting for him to apologize.

“It’s not my fault she's a cry baby” He scoffed, just like his father would, turning his back on you so he could go back to digging in the garden.

“Shinya Shinazugawa come here right now before I get your father out here. You will not speak to me like that, nor will you speak of your sister like that. She did nothing wrong and only asked if she could play with you. Now apologize or you aren’t allowed to go see uncle Tengen with your father tomorrow” The young carbon-copy of your husband paused in his steps, swerving on his heel with wide eyes.

“Mom! You know that Itsuki promised to take me to the graves tomorrow!” You waited as he stood there, arms crossed familiarly. He continued to pout, stuck in a stare-off as your daughter clung to your leg. You sighed, stooping up your sniffling daughter and turning to go inside. You heard Shinya huff behind you as you approached the house, ignoring his tantrum as he kicked around what you presumed to be the bucket of dirt he had.

“What happened?!” Sanemi came rushing forward as you approached the study where he was looking over some letters from the corps. He smoothed back his daughter's long white hair, whipping the tears off of her face as she gave him her best puppy dog eyes.

“Shinya put a worm in my face daddy! He’s a big meanie!” she wailed, throwing her head into your shoulder to cry.

“Shinya won’t apologize to Seina so he’s not going to Tengen's with you tomorrow. He can stay here and clean with me, take Seina instead, she’s so great at helping out Suma and Makio. They are both due any second and I'm sure they could use the help, especially with Itsuki and Irene” Sanemi cooed at his daughter, rubbing a warm hand over her back as she continued to cry, but he was nodding so you hoped he listened.

“I’ll try to talk to him, he’s been moody lately, he can’t be hitting manhood at 5 right?” you shrugged, you had the same amount of experience as him in the parent department.

“Seina? Sweetie, why don’t you go with daddy and talk to Shinya, okay? Maybe if you both make up we can try to make that cake that uncle Giyu told us about, huh? How does that sound?” she lifted her head, wiping the snot off her face with her palm before rubbing it on her kimono.

“Okay!”

“Okay, but only if you two are good for daddy, he’ll tell me if you two weren’t” she nodded as you placed her on the floor, watching as she followed her father, a copy and paste, side by side down the hallway. You let out an exhausted sigh, raising twin toddlers was an exhausting feat, you were beyond lucky your husband was retired, leaving you more than able to spoil your family, but it didn’t help with the lack of energy you had. You wandered into the living room, picking up the stuffed animals and wooden blocks thrown out of the toy chest Sanemi had built shortly after the birth of your two bundles of joy. Shinya was pretty good at picking up after himself, at 5 years old he was a neat freak, unlike his sister who threw anything around before she moved on to destroy the next room. She left a trail wherever she went. Screeching interrupted your small cleaning session, throwing your heart in overdrive as you dropped everything and rushed outside towards the noise.

“Seina, calm down! Shinya put the snake down NOW!” Sanemi’s temper flared as his daughter clung to his leg, hiding behind his hakama pants as her brother swung around a garden snake.

“Mommy! He did it again!” Seina ran towards you as you descended the porch stairs. Sanemi took the opportunity to crouch down and scold your son as he threw the snake into your hydrangea bush.

“You don’t treat animals like that and you don’t treat your sister like that! What is your problem Shinya? Why are you torturing her today? Huh?” He was practically growling in your son's face, his own face turning red as he tried-and failed-to reign in his temper.

“Sanemi” you warned, holding your daughter's hand as you approached the scene. Shinya looked between you and your husband, eyes tearing up before he turned away with a scoff, so much like his father. You dropped your daughter's hand, crouching down next to your husband, hoping your son would notice the movement.

“Shinya, what’s wrong? Did something hurt your feelings? Are you okay?” your softer voice made Shinya turn his head back towards you, blinking away the tears as you looked at him. He sniffled, trying his best not to seem like he was getting ready to have a meltdown as he wiped his nose on his sleeve, smearing snot across his cheek. “Come here sweetheart, what's wrong?” he immediately ran into your arms as you opened them, tucking his face into your shoulder as he let out a shuddered breath. You ran your hand over his back, softly shushing him as he sniffled. Sanemi was calmer as you looked at him, worry overtaking his features as he watched your son cry on your shoulder. Seina walked in front of all of you, laying a small hand on her brother's shoulder.

“Shinya, I’m sorry” her lisp was worse as tears pooled in her eyes, thickening her words as she watched her brother cry. “Don’t cry, it’s okay. I can play by myself” she let out her own sniffle, removing her hand as Shinya lifted his head, turning to look at Sanemi and Seina. He stared at them through flooded eyes before turning back to you.

“I want to show Seina all the things I find but she doesn’t like them and you guys yell at me. I don’t like it, I think their cool” your eyes flicked to Seina before returning to Shinya

“Well Sweetheart, she's scared of them and you know that. You are a very brave boy, just like your daddy but Seina is like me and she is scared of a lot of things. How about this” you adjusted your position, plopping onto your butt so Shinya sat in your lap, looking up at you as you freed your hands.

“How about we help your sister so she's less afraid of the things you like, okay? Like the caterpillars and worms. We can go to the library and read about them and show Seina that they won’t hurt her, and we can even learn more about them! Then when she wants you can show her all the worms you want, but only when she wants. If she says she doesn’t like something you can’t shove it in her face and make her like it, that’s not nice and it scares her more.” Shinya sniffled some more, wiping at the tears and snot running down his face. “I promise I won’t yell at you for this anymore if you promise me you won’t shove anything your sister doesn’t like in her face like worms” he nodded

“Can we go to the library tomorrow?”

“I thought we were going to Uncle Tengen's?” Sanemi butt in

“I want to learn about the worms, so I can show Seina and Itsuki all about them, and then we can learn about the snakes and the turtles!” He turned around to face his sister.

“Do you want to learn about them?” her eyes widened momentarily before she sheepishly nodded, twisting her hands in her kimono.

“Can we learn about butterflies too?” you chuckled

“Let's learn about something different each week? Okay? This week we can start with worms, and then next week we can do butterflies. One week something Shinya wants and the next week something Seina wants, does that sound good?” The twins nodded, Seina crawling into Sanemi’s lap as he sat quietly.

“That’s a good idea, should we ask Tengen if Itsuki and Irene can come as well, little trips to learn?” you hummed in agreement, letting Shinya go as he crawled out of your lap and turned to his sister.

“Do you want to go play with the ball?”

“Okay!” Seina hopped off of Sanemi’s lap and trotted behind her brother as they ran off. Sanemi let out a sigh, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close to him.

“They change their minds so quick” He huffed, resting his chin on your shoulder.

#Sanemi #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi #kny scenarios #kny sanemi #kny scenes #kny wind hashira #wind hashira #sanemi x you #sanemi x y/n #kny shinazugawa #shinazugawa x reader #kny #kny scanrios #demon slayer scenarios #kimestu no yaiba

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