#demon slayer himejima

[vrystalius]

Cuddle bug? Cuddle bear.

Gyomei thought he’d prefer holding you in his arms, but it seems like it’s the opposite.

Pairing: Gyomei x gn!reader

Gyomei always leaves right before you go to bed. You invite him to stay and offer to let him sleep together with you in bed, but he always declines. You two have been dating for almost 3 years and the stone hashira continued to visit you almost every day now, it wouldn’t be weird to ask him to cuddle with you through the night, right? At first you thought that was the reason he didn’t want to stay the night. The second reason you thought he might not want to stay is that Gyomei fears that you want to sleep with him. You’re not 100% sure how he feels about that topic, but since he’s a religious monk, you’d think he’d rather not do it with you. You decided to ask him himself on why he didn’t want to stay the night…

“I’m afraid I might be too large for your bed. Too tall and heavy, beloved.”

Oh. Oh! You almost wanted to giggle a little. You thought it might’ve been because of you or whatever else reason, but that should’t be a problem. Tears were running down his face while you explained to him that your bed frame is incredibly sturdy and your bed itself large enough to host both of you. It didn’t take much to convince him to finally share the bed with you for the first time. Gyomei removed his yukata and unbuttoned his uniform, but keeping his pants on for comfort purposes. He was hesitant putting all his weight down onto your bed at first, but carefully came closer and closer to your body. A smile started spreading on your face as his muscular arms slowly wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer carefully.

“May I…?”

His voice was hushed and even deeper. You could feel the rumbles in his chest while he was talking. You hummed in approval to his question. That cue made Gyomei pull you right up against his warm body, making you nuzzle your face against his chest. You sighed contently and wrapped your arms around his chest, your hand lazily traced his back muscles. He sighed deeply and buried his head in your neck. You slowly shifted positions, your collarbone and chest against him while your legs wrap around his waist. Your hand moved from his muscles up to the back of his head, running your fingers through his short hair. Gyomei closed his eyes. You felt his whole body relax against you, him now being nothing but an oversized teddy bear. You grinned and leaned down, softly pressing your lips against his forehead. Silent tears ran down his face, but not in sorrow. A soft smile grazed his face as his arms wrapped around you tighter.

“I regret not accepting your offer before. I apologise, my beloved.”

“I’m glad you did now, ‘mei.”

You cupped his cheek and tilted his face, your lips finally meeting his. Gyomei hummed approvingly, his palms kneading your soft skin beneath them. The smile on his face grew after pulling away from you. He nuzzled his face back into your neck and placed featherlight kisses there before closing his eyes. Your fingers continued to work their way through his hair while he let himself get pampered by you.

Gyomei is only completely at peace when in your arms, he notes.

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Fictober prompt: “Let’s try this”

I’m sorry if this was too short, but I hoped you enjoyed it anyway! @los-huesitos asked me to tag them in future Gyomei works I post but for some reason the tag isn’t working. I hope you see this anyway!! I noticed how… sad.. my masterlist for Gyomei is, so I wanted to write a little something for him today.

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <3

Take care of yourselves!

Here’s my event masterlist 🎃

[mommageto]

Domestic Hashira: Part 3 (Himejima x Reader)

Title: Domestic Hashira Chapter 3 (Himejima x Reader)

Word Count: 1709  words

Description: (Y/n) and Gyomei navigating the unfamiliar territory of an arranged marriage. 

Part 2

The whole day, you and Himejima did not speak a word to each other.  You shared lunch together, and both of you spent the rest of the afternoon doing your usual duties and Himejima training as hard as ever. It only felt like a day, but you did not want to be with Himejima like this. It was awkward, peculiar, and uncomfortable. You missed your husband.

After your bath, you stepped outside the bathroom to the changing area to change into your sleepwear. You were startled by a large, familiar form in the corner. Himejima was changing there, his movements muffled by the fabric. To your surprise, this caused you to jump and let out a small scream. Gyomei was taken aback. "I apologize, (y/n). I didn't realize you were coming in," he said, his voice filled with genuine remorse. 

You instinctively covered yourself but then realized the absurdity of your action. After all, Himejima was blind and already partially clothed. The giant man quickly left the room with his robe in his arms. You couldn't help but wonder how much he has to avoid you. This did not help with how you feel but only tested your insecurities. 

It wasn't long until you had to be in a position of discomfort because of your current situation. Spending the night sleeping beside Gyomei while a tense atmosphere lingered between you. This made you feel uneasy, so you decided to pack up your futons and sleep in the other room. It feels heavy to be sleeping beside him with everything that's going on. 

Gyomei entered the room to sense you packing your futons. Though Himejima was blind, he could figuratively read the room as he could hear you putting away your beddings. Even so, he didn't assume. Instead, he asks you, "(Y/n), what are you doing?"

You remained silent for a moment, not answering him immediately. The feeling of speaking feels weird. It's like there is a lump in your throat trying to hold you back from speaking with him. "(Y/n)," he called out again.

"I'm sleeping in the other room," you replied, your voice barely a whisper. The towering man beside you froze.

"Can we please talk about what happened?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "Gyomei, do you still want me to be your wife?" you countered, your question a direct challenge. He was taken aback by your sudden inquiry. 

"Yes, I do want you to be my wife (y/n)," he responded, his voice firm.

You felt perplexed even if you heard Himejima's voice to admit that he still feels that way for you. An itch you couldn't scratch is why he would go to a certain extent to avoid you at those hours. It was your first argument as a married couple, but you didn't understand Gyomei's actions recently. That night made you feel unloved by him, and your insecurities got the best of you. It wasn't about the action of him refusing you, but thinking about how he could show you that much love and then quickly get tired of you. "Then, I don't understand," you said, your tone growing more agitated. "What is it that's wrong with me?"

"No, nothing is wrong with you–"

"Then why? I feel so unloved, Gyomei. You make me feel like I'm not your wife." Your voice broke as you confessed your feelings to him. Gyomei, with all his heightened senses, tried his best to gauge how you felt emotionally. However, you felt hurt so much that you walked out with haste. 

As you stepped outside, a chilling breeze swept through the air. You shivered, not just from the cold but from the sense of unease that had taken hold of you. You ran away without thinking of anything but to get away from everything until you heard the sound of the waterfall where you saw Gyomei train. You stopped to catch your breath. Suddenly, a dark figure emerged from the shadows, its eyes glowing with an eerie light.

Panic surged through you as the demon lunged towards you. You screamed, your heart pounding in your chest. Trembling with fear that was quite familiar–the night you lost your parents. With your memories flashing from that event, it did not exactly help you but added torment to your fear. You slowly try to walk away as the demon observes how it could feast on you. It was hopeless as you have no defense against him. Just as it seemed you were about to be devoured, Himejima burst out of the forest, his weapon drawn.

With a fierce cry, he engaged the demon in battle. The clash of steel echoed through the night as they fought. You watched in horror, your fear turning to relief as Himejima managed to strike a fatal blow. The demon disappeared from your sight. Exhausted and relieved, Himejima turned to you. He could sense how afraid you were, he wiped the smear of blood that splashed on your face and put away the strands of your hair that were covering your face. You clung to him, your body trembling, and your eyes tired from the whole incident that happened throughout the night. Himejima carried your body, bridal style. 

On the way home, your hand was gripping Gyomei's clothing, and the fear of the horror you witnessed still lingered on your mind. That reminded you of the night your parents were taken away from you. That night with your parents was the last time you ever encountered an attack, and you did not expect to see more of it.

It was not long until both of you returned to your house safely. Your eyes were barely open; you could feel Himejima placing you gently on a soft futon. "Gyomei," you whispered his name. Thus, with the comfort the futon gave you, your eyes gave up, and you slept.

You were awakened by the warm feeling of a huge boulder-like form. There is a slight pain in your head that didn't help much with your sight. A hot breath can be felt on top of your head. You try to collect yourself to understand the situation around you. As your eyes open, you can clearly see the problem you are in. The room was lit up with the sun's morning rays. Himejima's arms wrapped around you, holding you tight as his body faced you. You noticed that he did not have that rumbling voice as usual whenever he slept. You moved your head up to take a closer look at him and observe his face. He was sleeping peacefully. Your hand cupped his face, and your thumb rubbed his cheek.

You cannot help but wonder how precious your husband was. The memories of the night were still fresh, though you felt differently. Last night, you were attacked by a demon, and that made you recollect the memories of your late parents. The fear of last night was not mainly from the demon attack, but you realized that much of your fear comes from the thought of losing someone you love–Gyomei. You are aware that your situation with your husband has not yet been resolved, but that's barely an enigma for you to face compared to losing your beloved husband. 

Himejima was slowly waking himself up from his slumber. He moved slightly and pulled you into a tight embrace, which caused you to let out a small utter cry of pain, "Ow." With the sound of your voice, Himejima noticed that you were awake. 

"(Y/n)," he called your name and tried to pull his arms away from you. "I apologize, I hope I didn't cause you any harm."

"A little, but not at all," you told him and let out a chuckle.

Himejima did not speak a word after that as he was afraid that he might say the wrong words or do more damage to everything. Your eyes stared at him, and you could see the nervousness on his face. So, you started the conversation with him to clear the air up. 

"Gyomei–"

Before you could utter a word or so, you were cut off by Himejima. "(Y/n), I apologize for the way I made you feel. I didn't mean to push you away like that." Your eyes lit up at his words, and you were silent for a while, but you still wanted to understand him even more.

"It was hard for me to understand everything that night with the two of us. I thought you did not want any part of me anymore," you confessed.

The guilt was plain on the gentle giant's face as you spoke. He seemed worried about your well-being. "No, no. It's nothing like that. If anything, it was my mistake to push you away. I want to be with you, (y/n). I was just not accustomed to things like that, and I was afraid that if we ever reached that point, I would be able to hurt you in that." 

As you listened to his words, a wave of relief washed over you. His vulnerability and honesty were something you hadn't expected. You realized that his fear of hurting you was rooted in his own insecurities and past experiences.

"Gyomei, I understand you. I want to be with you, too. I want to experience everything with you in sickness and in health, in every pain, in every happiness, in every feeling there is. I hope you understand how I feel about you. "A curve from the Stone Hashira's face has formed, and you can tell by his expression that it is genuine.  

"Thank you. I'm glad that we talked about this," he said as he reached out to hold your hand. You felt a deep connection forming between you. It was clear that your relationship was taking a significant step forward. Gyomei planted a kiss on your forehead, and you tickled the side of his torso, which caused him to jerk a little and laugh.

This was another step forward for your relationship with Gyomei, a cathartic release of shared pain that forged a deeper bond between you as husband and wife. As you opened up to each other, a newfound understanding and empathy bloomed, strengthening the fabric of your relationship.

Part 4

[soleilapproves]

I loved what you did with Kento seeing y/n in a backless dress.🌷😭🩷 Could you possibly do something similar with Gyomei from demon slayer if you write for that fandom? He’s blind so he won’t be able to see the dress but I was thinking when he embraces y/n in a hug he could tell how the dress hugs all her curves and maybe he gets a little turned on? 🫣🤭🥹🌷

Thank you so much 🫶 I haven’t watched a lot of demon slayer but I’m definitely open to writing new characters. I hope I got his personality down correctly.

Notes: Modern!AU, fem!reader AFAB, Gyomei has a cane to assist him. Lightly (like feather) hinted at not being with a woman before you. Not proofread yet, sorry :( ,suggestive

Date nights were your favorite because it was one of the many times you had your busy boyfriend all to yourself. For once, the two of you were going out after weeks of not having enough free time together. Which is funny because the relationship hasn’t even gotten into the ‘using the bathroom while my partner showers’ territory yet.

Either way, you were in complete bliss as you spritzed your perfume. A finishing touch to your look for tonight that concluded of a lovely full sleeved backless dress with heels of the matching color. Simple yet sensual.

You heard your apartment lock beep and a shuffling of foot steps along with the slight rattles of metal. Gyomei was here. Since it had been a while since you had last seen him, you decided to cheekily surprise him with a back hug sneak attack.

You removed your heels and tiptoed out of your room to see him before he could let you know that he had arrived. However, you stood still for a few seconds, taking in how handsome he looked.

Sure, you found him attractive no matter what but he looked especially delicious today with his hair styled and his outfit fitting him in all the right places.

You crossed your hands and silently thanked your lucky stars for sending him your way before approaching him.

He turned towards the sound of your feet shuffling and had a blinding smile on his face as a response.

You sulked at the fact that he had noticed you before you could hug him. “Ugh, I wanted to catch you off guard for once.”

“I think you’re forgetting that my other senses are heightened since I’m blind.” He cheekily replied. Having a good sense of navigation around your apartment, he leaned himself against your kitchen counter, retracting his mobility cane in the process.

“Do you want anything to eat before we leave? I can pack some crackers for our drive to the restaurant since it’s kinda far.” You said as you began to look through your snack cabinet for some more light snacks.

“I’m alright. However, I would like a glass of water before we head out.”

“You got it.” You filled up his designated mug that said ‘hottest DILF on earth’ in braille on it. A small gag gift that you gave him on his birthday. You couldn’t stop laughing at his reaction when you told him about the meaning of DILF.

You hand him the mug and ignore the butterflies in your stomach when his large hands purposely engulf yours when grabbing the cup.

“Okay, all I need are my shoes and then we’ll be off.” But before you can leave, your boyfriend is quick to grab your arm and put his mug down on the counter.

He pulled you into his hold, hands resting dangerously low on your waist but not high enough to be on your back.

“Before you leave, I’d like to tell you that you smell divine.” He shyly says as he leans his forehead against yours.

Your face burned as you placed your hands on his firm biceps and rubbed them up and down. “You say that for every perfume I wear.”

“Yeah, but this one’s my favorite favorite.” You giggled at your boyfriend before lightly smacking his chest. You missed so much during your time apart from him and you were going to take complete advantage of him now that you were together.

You slowly moved your hands up his arms, to his shoulders, then neck, and finally his face to make him lean further to you. Signaling that you wanted to kiss him.

Gyomei let out a small hum of approval before pressing his lips to yours. It felt like kissing him for the first time again. Like when you both first reciprocated your feelings to each other.

Lips tantalizingly pulling against one another. Molding and melding to relay just how much love the two of you had for each other. His hands slowly trailed up your back, finally reaching the exposed skin just a few inches above the small of your back. He turned you around so your back could rest on the counter instead of his and he pressed his body completely against yours.

“It’s a good thing your dress is unzipped.” Gyomei chuckled between kisses.

“It’s not. It’s backless.”

He stops kissing you. Instead, his hands roam around the expanse of your back. “This is the first I’ve heard of something like this.”

You let out a small smile, letting him quench his thirst of curiosity. “Yes, a lot of people wear these kind of clothes for special occasions.”

It touched his heart to hear you say that. It made him feel a little insecure that he couldn’t compliment you on the effort you made to look good for him but it helped knowing that you never stopped doing it.

He was glad that his presence made you want to dress up and feel pretty.

He leaned in to kiss you again, but this time with his fingers trailing down your spine, enjoying the familiar feeling of your skin. “I love the way your skin feels.”

The fingers from his right hand then began to dance around your zipper while his left hand continued to stroke your spine.

“Honey, if you keep this up we’ll never make it to the restaurant.” You mumbled as his mouth trailed moist kisses down your neck. He deeply inhaled when he reached the base of your throat, relishing the scent of the perfume.

“I’m going to be honest with you, the reservation is the last thing on my mind right now.” He mumbled while moving his left hand to hold you right beneath your right breast. You gasped as his grip gradually tightened with every kiss he left around your décolletage.

“I say we order in and do something I’ve been waiting to do all these weeks.” He continued as his hips began to grind to yours.

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Dry spell so bad I had to watch kissing scenes to get inspo.

[riveroftales]

😗Ummm…. Do you think you could do a little Drabble or some HCs about Genya with a mom figure? Like, maybe Himejima gets married and his wife meets Genya and is determined to give him a stable family and a good female role model. Like sure he totally ignores or is embarrassed by her at first but then she makes him food or cuts up watermelon for him 🥺 Maybe he eventually opens up to the “mom” and she tries to help him untangle all his teenage anger. MY POOR BOY NEEDS A FAMILY AND HIMEJIMA CANT DO IT ALONE. (Also pls feel free to ignore if you don’t like the prompt. Tysm I love your writing and the blind Genya AU kills me in the best way possible)

➳ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ

𝖢𝖢'𝗌 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾: AHHH IM SO SORRY FOR BEING INACTIVE MY EXAMS LITERALLY START THIS THURSDAY AND IVE BEEN CRYING BECAUSE OF IT🥹

Himejima was like a father to Genya. His father was an asshole, so having a good role model made Genya adore him so much more.

He loved his mother. His mother was gentle, smiled a lot and despite being weak, she was able to protect.

He didn’t have anyone in his life to replace his mother and he wanted to keep it that way. That is, until Himejima got married.

Genya was beyond happy that Himejima got the chance to fall in love with someone who loved him and who he loved back, but he didn’t know how to approach the new addition to their tiny family of two.

The poor boy’s cheeks would always flare up intensely whenever he saw you. At first, you thought he genuinely liked you which led you to reject him politely during the hashira training one day in front of everyone else.

It was after Genya passed out from embarrassment when Tanjiro told you Genya just got nervous around every girl whether he liked them or not.

Genya was basically your son, so you had a mission to get him to think of you as a mother.

Even though he ignored you at most times, you managed to talk to him even if he didn’t respond. You opened up about everything and told tales of your past.

You ruffled his hair often with a soft smile before you always went up to your husband to kiss his large hand since he was far too tall for you to kiss his cheek.

Genya stayed up late often to train, so you also started staying up to make him little snacks occasionally.

You would call his name and give him a small plate of a few pieces of onigiri and smile when you see his eyes light up as he ate. Your favourite part was occasionally surprising him with another small plate of watermelon cut into adorable shapes.

You really babied him a lot. He was a huge kid, but you couldn’t help it. Genya was like a shy tiger.

The kid occasionally started warming up to you and he started initiating conversations. He could see the way your eyes lit up every time he made effort into your relationship.

You often say together with the three of them, showing them how to make some of your dishes. Himejima would help with the cutting and washing, while you guided Genya with the cooking.

You cried for the first time in years in your husband’s arms after Genya had left for a mission and he had said, “Bye, mom! I’ll be back soon! Please make a lot of food for me when I get back!”

You obeyed your baby’s request. How could you not? You loved seeing the hidden joy in his face whenever you fed him some food directly. Himejima smiled to himself when he heard the laughter his newfound family let out. He was beyond thankful to the gods above that he was alive to experience something so precious.

Genya soon realised that you weren’t his mother. You were never his mother, and you would never be his mother, but he would love you the same. He loved his mother, but he also loved you. His mother taught him how to love because it was all she could teach before she passed, while you helped teach him the rest.

You were there to hold him when he cried in your shoulders on the day his older brother nearly blinded him. You didn’t judge him for eating demons. You didn’t look down at him when he confessed he couldn’t use breathing forms.

You were there for everything. You were there during both Genya’s and Himejima’s sparring sessions, you were there to cook for your family, you were there to listen, you were there to love them. You were even there when Himejima had to leave abruptly to the demon amuse headquarters after an emergency meeting was announced. You were there when you saw Genya fall in the trapdoors on the floor which appeared so suddenly because you didn’t have a good feeling of leaving him alone, making you run up to his training ground to retrieve your son.

You ran as fast as you could when your husband’s kasugai crow led you to where the big battle was happening, only reaching during daybreak.

You felt your heart drop and tears sting your eyes when you saw corpses everywhere, but the sight of your unmoving husband was the only thing you were focused on.

The kakushi had to hold you back even when you screamed at the top of your lungs, yelling at Himejima to open his eyes.

You choked on your tears when you asked about Genya, your son. You knew he was also gone from the silence you received.

You couldn’t even cry anymore. Your eyes just closed before you passed out.

You woke up with a message from Sanemi that Genya had turned into ashes. Your little boy didn’t have a body to bury, meaning he’ll never have a proper funeral.

You folded Genya’s clothes really neatly and placed it in your dead husband’s arms as he laid so beautifully in the casket. You placed your son’s gun on top of his uniform, unable to watch the burial since tears were blurring your vision.

You woke up the next day, wishing you could feel the weight of Genya’s leg over your stomach as he slept in the most atrocious position ever while Himejima’s arms refused to let you go even in sleep one last time.

[sugarygetoo]

cats and cuddles

-> pairing: himajima gyomei x fem!reader.

-> cw/ tw: none

-> wc: 480

-> an. thank you for your patience for this story, yena has been constantly saying to her that the world owns her more gyomei fan fics so I have come to give her more :3   Love you all and enjoy the fluff <3

main masterlist. | kimetsu no yaiba masterlist.

✎ xoxo, viz

A gentle breeze of the wind calmly moves through the air as a young woman slowly brings a pot of piping hot tea. Three cups and a few lightly sweetened treats for her fiancée, his sweet but not so little tsuguko, and herself.

While walking through the halls to reach her dear lover and his student, loud gun shots could be heard in the not so far distances. A small chuckle could be heard from the woman as she approached, knowing the sound was from her lover’s tsuguko. 

Once the young woman made it to the estate’s training grounds, she smiled at the two young men’s training session. Her fiancée, the stone hashira, was diligently ‘watching’ over his tsuguko’s training, helping him perfect his shots and swordsmanship. 

“Take a break you two, I have some tea and sweets. I’m sure the cats would love to spend some time with you both as well.” The young women spoke in a gentle yet assertive tone that got their attention, five cats purring and rubbing against her legs happily in anticipation of the coming cuddles they’d receive.

The older man, who held the title of ‘Stone Hashira,’ chuckled at her request while ushering the young boy towards his lover to take a well deserved break. The young tsuguko quietly snacked on the homemade sweets as the stone hashira greeted his smaller fiancée with a warm kiss, the cats around her legs moving towards the older man’s legs.

The three sat down in the shade of the estate due to the brightly shining sun blinding the young woman and tsuguko while the stone hashira never had to worry about such small details. You know, cause he’s blind. When the tray was set down, the stone hashira brought his lover into his lap while gently rubbing her thigh therapeutically. Three of the cats sat around the couple while two of the tiny kittens sat on the young tsuguko’s lap, purring happily while their silky smooth fur was being stroked by the ecstatic and excited tsuguko.

A light mist from the waterfall at the stone estate cooled the area down and brought a sense of peace to the estate along with its surroundings. The energy couldn’t help but make the stone hashira silently cry and pray with such gratitude for this beautiful day with his beautiful fiancé, precious cats and dear student. 

The young woman couldn’t help but let out a silent chuckle, her mouth curving into a gentle grin. She wiped her tears away from her dear lover’s face. He couldn’t help but hold her close as the three got to enjoy their break together. Cats purring as they relax together with their favourite humans. 

What could be better than cuddling with your dearest lover, eating treats and drinking piping hot tea whilst spending time with our five adorable cats and my fiancée’s cute tsuguko.

@ sugarygetoo, all rights reserved.

[shegetsburned]

himejima thoughts 彡 ♡ ⋆｡˚

one day, you stumble across gyomei’s secret collection of sculptures, and they are all different representations and angles of your body and face. he knows every inch by heart and you recognize his talent when passing your finger over one of the sculptures, you feel a bump where you have a scar, and another bump where your moles are. there’s not one little detail he omitted to include and you’re so flustered that he remembers all of you from that one time you were together. all of your curves, your imperfections, your lips, your ass, your breasts. it’s almost scary how every part of you is perfectly represented.

it’s one of his many ways to remember what you feel like between his hands since he can’t see you and it’s the hottest thing everrrr. he doesn’t even realize it-

[thisonegirl]

Himejima : the gentle giant

I will be the first to admit that when his character was first introduced I thought he was going to be a gentle giant in a goofy, overly dramatic side-character type of way but when we got to learn more about him, he became one of my top 5 favorite characters in the show.

I learned that he's defined by his remarkable strength, profound faith, and compassionate nature. Despite his intimidating physical presence, Gyomei Himejima is a gentle soul and a devout individual who prays for those around him, even his enemies. His immense physical power and resilience have made him one of the strongest Demon Slayers, but his inner strength and compassion are what truly define him.

I was surprised to find out that he was a caretaker, being blind and all and it was especially saddening to see that his character was shaped by loss and betrayal. After a horrifying encounter with demons forced him to become a warrior and that experience, coupled with his blindness, taught him the importance of faith and inner clarity, both of which he uses to center himself in battle. Himejima’s connection to his spirituality allows him to face unimaginable horrors with grace and humility. He inspires those around him through his unwavering dedication and disciplined lifestyle.

Himejima represents an amazing blend of physical strength and spiritual depth, embodying the virtues of kindness, courage, and resilience in the face of adversity. I find that his character serves as a reminder of the strength that can come from faith and compassion, even in a world plagued by darkness.

[m444vi]

GYOMEI BIRTHDAY BOYYYY🩷🩷🩷🩷

Close ups under the cut jiji

So cute, so beautiful, my pretty and sweet husband 😭😭🩷🩷

A cute artdump for a cute man😭🩷

ANYWAYYYY I hope you all like it besties🩷🩷

Nyanpoo but a chachamaru version😭😭

[knyinfinity]

OC Intro Post:

Link to Drawing

The art was done by none other than my bestie Leon @risingscorchingsuns 🥰💜

Name: Amari Karita

Age+Birthday: January 29 and she's 15.

Breathing Style: Smoke Breathing

Nichirin Sword Color: Pale Red/Pink Blade

Crows Name: Gakuto! They hang out quite often. He's very efficient in carrying messages and missions back and forth.

Rank: Kinoe/Tsukugo

After she lost her siblings and her parents vanished, she found an ex Hashira, named Hayate in the mountains. There are six forms for her technique and she worked her way up the ranks, hoping that traveling from being a demon slayer would help her find her parents and that it would help distract her from the grief and guilt.

She ends up becoming Muichiros Tsuguko (it wasn't her first pick tbh). After meeting him, she considers them to be far too similar for her to really gain anything. But she trusts Master Kagaya.

Shes loyal to a fault and incredibly passionate. Outwardly though, she appears apathetic and rather dull. Shes introverted and chooses not to speak much. She prefers observing and learning.

However, during training and battle she also tends to be a bit argumentative and has a bit of a one track mind. This is also true once she's able to open up to someone. Shes not worried about hiding her emotions as much and she'll become more talkative.

Relationships to the Others:

Hashira

Sanemi: She loves sparring with him. They're both people of few words and very rough around the edges in the beginning. He understands she wants to get stronger to slaughter demons so he helps her, in turn she brings him ohagi as a thank you/bribe.

Obanai: She keeps her distance quite a bit. He's snippy at times and she doesn't speak to him much so she'd rather just not interact with him at all. However she doesn't hate him, more like awkward colleagues/friends (through Mitsuri).

Mitsuri: Amari never had a big sister before so she had no idea this is what they were like. She enjoys Mitsuri's good nature and understands her physical prowess in battle...but she has to keep her distance because she can't handle the constant sunshine positivity. Mitsuri is too extroverted for Amari, personally but they still have a sisterly type relationship.

Rengoku: Another extrovert that Amari would rather keep her distance from (awkward at first), however she also really enjoys training with him. She enjoys being pushed to the limits of her mental fortitude.

Himejima: After she went to train with him, she found him already closed off and so they came to a sort of amicable standstill. They understand that they don't exactly trust each other on a personal level, but they will always have each other's backs when it comes to saving lives. She also still has that big sister heart that she shares with him from time to time

Giyu: Rocky at the best of times. They definitely work well together because they don't talk much and she believes his attitude needs to change.

Shinobu: After noticing how Amari was almost always learning or observing, Shinobu decided to take on the role of mentor/tutor (again). Amari only comes to help when Ms. Kocho's short handed but its not all educational. They're able to connect on a more interpersonal level at times, though they do mostly work in quiet

Muichiro: Amari's mentor. They usually end up having a discussion about the differences in breathing styles, ways to improve, playfully arguing about which style is more deadly at full power (its Mist Breathing, she knows that but she'll never admit it). She argues with him when he's being too much of a perfectionist and her arguments are amusing to him. As their relationship evolved from mentor/student to relationship, things get more complicated.

Kamaboko Squad

Tanjiro: She understands his goal and will aid him whenever she's sent on missions with him. She begins to develop a slight distaste for him after the events of SSV and a mild jealousy during Pillar training. Nothing that she would care to do much about but she definitely side eyes him here and there and is shorter when addressing him than most.

Nezuko: She hears the rumors but doesn't interact with Nezuko much.

Inosuke: She respects his self taught style and enjoys his strength as a training partner. She can handle him in small doses here and there, usually during meal times. After she's begun to open up she begins to tease him here and there which starts their 'train on demand' regiment.

Zenitsu: He was quiet around her and when she asked, he said she reminded him of a wisp or a spirit. Whatever that means. She didn't appreciate how easy zenitsu appeared to be with his feelings at first until she learned to read between the lines a bit more. They're kind of awkward friends

Kanao: They're the quiet and introspective type. They'll enjoy lunches and training sessions in the quiet together while being in complete understanding that they're enjoying each other's company. Whenever there's not a hashira available, Amari and Kanao are the Tsuguko they send instead.

Smoke Breathing Facts:

It requires you to be light on your feet with a smaller frame, almost like a dancer.

There have only been 4 known Smoke Breathing users so far, with only Hayate being the first known Pillar.

Amari's uniform/haori is designed with a smokey haze over it so it gives the illusion that she's moving even if she's standing still. This haori was actually a gift from Hayate before her Final Selection because he was so scared she wouldn't make it back and she was his first student.

This breathing technique works best in forests and cities since it primarily works to obscure the enemy's field of view.

There are 6 original forms and the most common death for demons by Smoke Breathing users is a combination of beheading and suffocation.

This breathing style usually requires the user to remain in the shadows or, at the very least out of arms/blades reach in order to build up power to be effective.

It's adaptable like water breathing but not AS adaptable. Amari is later able to learn combine it to 4 others! Mist, Flame, Water, and Wind. She's only able to come up with two full fledged forms for each combination though

Sidenotes/Random facts:

1. She's got faded full body scarring.

2. She originally had a blue jay, named Nobue assigned to her after final selection. She asked to have a kasugai crow instead to be more uniform with the rest of the corps.

3. Her favorite sparring partner is Sanemi, though she still has to bribe him with ohagi to convince him (IDC if this is repeated I love this dynamic with them)

4. Speaking of favorite foods, hers is plain onigiri (rice balls). She can't cook well and they were one of the few things she was able to make for her siblings while their parents were working. It's a bittersweet reminder anytime she has some

5. She's insecure about her laugh and covers her mouth whenever she laughs hard enough to make any sound.

6. She's traumatized by fire and explosions, even particularly loud thunderstorms. She's able to remain self aware at times and reinforce her Total Concentration Breathing.

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Happy Birthday

Gyomei Himejima (23rd August)

Demon Slayer

[vrystalius]

Gyomei’s favourite dish.

His training is taking a great toll on both his mind and body. You took it upon yourself to make sure he’s eating regularly.

Flufftober prompt: Favourite food

Pairing: Gyomei x wife!reader

The smell of simmering rice inside your favourite pot and stir-fried vegetables filled the empty residence of the some hashira. You full heartedly supported the decision to plan a hashira-training instance in order to prepare the other slayers for the impending war against the demon king, but you are not approving the amount of meals Gyomei is skipping and nights he is skipping in order to either train his slayers or to train on his own. As his wife, you promised to each other to take care of the other. Your husband does that plenty by cooking meals, preparing baths or even cleaning the whole house. He’s incredibly sweet and so caring, so how can you not return the favour for once?

You’re preparing Gyomei’s favourite dish, Takikomi-Gohan. But since he’s still a devoted monk, you left the meat part out and instead used some fish your husband caught just this morning. Now, all you had to do is wait on your husband to return from his training and taste your with love (and with a hint of both boredom and loneliness) prepared dish.

You slowly got tired from waiting on him but were determined to stay awake, just to see the happy expression spread over his face once he realised you actually made his favourite dish. Finally, around midnight, your front door opened with your husband quietly treading through the hallways. Despite his blindness, he sensed your presence in the kitchen.

“Love. I believed you were in bed at this hour.”

Oh gods, his face looks sunken in and those black patches beneath his eyes reach all the way into the abyss, his clothes had a little dirt on them and the muscles on his forearm still looked incredibly tense, with thick veins protruding. Gyomei cocked his head slightly and approached you. You shoved the bowl of Takikomi-Gohan towards him.

“I cooked you a little something, I thought you’d might like to eat after training.”

You took his large palm into yours and handed him some chopsticks as a way to encourage him to take a bite. A soft smile spread across his face. Your husband sat down beside you and pulled the dish closer to himself before turning to you.

“Have you eaten today?”

His worrying made you smile a little. You patted his bicep to give him some physical reassurance.

“Yes, don’t worry. Please, go ahead.”

His smile grew and began eating the dish you so lovingly prepared for him. Tears began streaming down his face once he recognised what you’ve made for him. Gyomei gently placed a hand on your thigh, his thumb slowly running up and down.

“You remembered my favourite. Thank you.”

Your husband leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your cheek. You giggled softly and his affection and leaned your head against his bicep, your hand briefly brushing over his arm before finding rest on top of his large hand that was still resting on your thighs.

“Will you be joining me in bed soon? I’m tired.”

Hearing you say this made more tears flow down his cheeks. A hint of a smile spread on his face.

“If you are patient enough to wait on me to finish this meal, I can show you my second favourite dish.”

Knowing exactly what he meant by his smile, your whole face flushed and you gently slapped his arm. You’re not quite used to your husband flirting with you out of nowhere. Perhaps it’s the sleep depravation speaking for Gyomei.

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Now, I really like Gyomei, but I’m always incredibly nervous whenever I write for him. I’m intimidated by both his blindness and his character XD also, I’m wondering if anyone ever reads my little author notes. I’m always just talking about silky unrelated stuff anyway, soo…

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves!

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Domestic Hashira Part 4 (Himejima x Reader)

Title: Domestic Hashira Part 4 (Himejima x Reader)

Word Count: 2441 words

Description: (Y/n) and Gyomei navigating the unfamiliar territory of an arranged marriage. 

Warning/s: This story contains sexual content that may not be suitable for readers. Read at your own risk.

Part 3

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Days with Himejima felt better after you both had a conversation about your true feelings with one another. The weight on your chest felt lighter, and the days have gone sweeter since then. Himejima's gentle nature and unwavering support have created a haven for your love to flourish. You felt as if every day with him was a precious gift, a reminder of the beauty that can only be found in sincere human connection.

The stone hashira was invited to a festival in a busy neighboring village by the mayor, as Himejima was known to have defeated a demon that attacked their village. As his promise, Himejima asked you to accompany him to this festival. You could not be more thrilled to enjoy this festival with him. This will be your first trip together, and you are looking forward to the sweet and intimate moments you will share with your beloved husband. 

You carefully adjusted the position of the kanzashi Himejima had given you, ensuring your hair looked neat and elegant. This night had to be perfect, and you wanted to look your best as you were clothed in a beautiful embellished kimono. There is a mild feeling of nervousness in your heart. Not for anything negative, but you were not sure about today–you were hoping nothing terrible would happen to ruin your perfect night with Gyomei. 

You stepped out of the changing era to be greeted by your seven-foot-two husband standing firm with an olive kimono. He looked more attractive in your eyes than he was. The sight of him formed a curve on your lips. Hurriedly, you walked towards him and hugged his form. "My darling, you look so handsome," you told Gyomei.

As your body was pressed onto Himejima, you could feel his large hand rub your hair. You looked up to him to see him smile. His hand moved to feel your kimono; there, he tried to use his sense of touch to get a visualization of how you were clothed. Thus, his hands moved up to your cheeks, feeling the details of your face. He pulls you to plant a kiss on your forehead. 

"You're beautiful, (y/n)," You knew that Gyomei was blind and could only rely on his other senses, but he did not lie when he muttered those words to you. "How would you know? I'm starting to think you're just secretly pretending to be blind," you said, and you both let out a chuckle.  

"You're the most beautiful woman in here. I know that." Himejima confidently said it with a smile on his lips. This caused your heart to flutter, and your cheeks turned red. Gyomei really knows what to say every time. 

Both of you enjoyed touring the village by buying some souvenirs, playing some games, and eating the food the festival has to offer. In the middle of it, Gyomei noticed how you felt a little tired from the whole night. It was a long night, indeed. Although you wanted to wait for the fireworks show, you could feel yourself wanting to rest and sit down already. 

"(Y/n), are you okay?" he asks you. 

"I'm just a little tired from the walk. Can we rest for a while?" you replied.

The two of you went back to the inn for you to rest. The place was clean and spacious. You were hoping for the fireworks show, but it's still too early for that. Thus, the place was crowded as there were plenty of people at the festival. You rested with your husband, and you checked out the little trinkets you got. 

"Do you like them?" he'd ask, his voice gentle. 

You nod, a smile playing on your lips. "Yes. This is the one you got me," you replied, then reached out to him for a kiss on his lips.

"You barely give me kisses anymore," you mentioned jokingly to tease him. He was taken aback and was silent for a short while. You decided to be truthful and confront him with that, as you missed your husband's physical touch. "Gyomei, it’s okay. We've settled that already." 

Gyomei's face, usually serene and calm, would show a sight of pain. His silence would be filled with a heavy, almost palpable, weight. "That night changed me. As a pillar, I'm sworn to protect the weak and innocent. I cannot bear the thought of touching you when I'm afraid that I would only give you more pain." He would pause, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His voice would tremble slightly.

The love you feel for Himejima is beyond the stars. Your head falls onto Himejima's shoulders to let him know you were there for him and share the pain he felt. The stone hashira felt relieved by your act. He, too, loves you wholeheartedly. Though he has had some traumas in the past, you've also learned to become patient with him through difficult times. 

Thus, without hesitation, you planted a kiss on his cheeks. "Huh. That didn't feel scary at all." you teased him again to assure him that it was okay. This caused your husband to feel more comfortable in intimate moments. Slowly, building trust between the two of you. "Not even a bit painful–more likely sweet," you continued.

You could feel his warm, calloused hand—-Himejima held your face and wiped your cheek, feeling the detail of your right face. "I'll kiss you here." Without haste, he leaned onto your forehead and kissed you. "And here," He continued, kissing your cheeks, one after another. Thus, kiss your face all over. A slight pause to feel the moment of tension between you was getting heavy. You've always loved moments like this with him; it's so intimate, and it makes you explore more of your relationship with your husband. Thus, you never would have thought that your husband would be a man like this. 

Your first impression of Himejima based on his physical appearance was different from who he is right now. Given his colossal form, you would've guessed that he's a very traditional stoic man, especially with his religious background. However, you are glad you were wrong with your first impression, as Himejima is the sweetest and gentlest giant there. 

Then, you both gave in and let the moment happen. You could feel Gyomei's wet lips pressed onto yours heavily. His short kisses were good, but his long kisses were better. It does not feel fast or aggressive. Instead, it felt like he was taking his time. He lightly bit your lower lip in the middle of your make-out session. 

Gyomei pulled back from your ardent kissing. You took the opportunity to catch your breath. In your mind, this was the end of your intimate session with him. Though, you felt Gyomei plant a kiss on your jaw going down to your neck. This gave your skin shivers and butterflies on your stomach. 

He continued kissing you down to your neck to your chest, which made you caught off guard. "Gyomei, don't hold back," you whispered. The gentle giant heard you and followed your command. He did not stop his act and moved your shoulders down to the tip of your fingers. He then went back to attack your neck by licking a part of it and lightly biting your flesh. This caused you to release a soft moan. 

You felt embarrassed by that, as you didn't know that something like that could come out of your mouth. You covered your mouth to cover up the embarrassment. However, this encouraged Himejima to pleasure you more. His hand can be felt through your knees up to your thighs. Thus, you felt him pull away from your neck and move down on your thighs.

"G-gyomei—"You clearly felt his wet lips bite a part of your inner thigh. You felt a wave of warmth wash over you as Himejima's lips trailed down your thigh. His kisses reached down to your thighs, which caused you to be more nervous than you were feeling already. His lips trailed your legs from your knee up to the innermost corner of your thigh, which caused you to shake a little. Then, you felt Himejima pull away and move up from your stomach to plant kisses on your chest. 

His touch was gentle yet firm, sending a shiver down your spine. You couldn't help but moan softly, your body reacting involuntarily to his pleasure.

Himejima paused and slowly removed your garment, revealing your chest area. You can feel the heat of your body getting warmer. He leaned in and kissed your bare chest, his lips brushing against your sensitive skin. You closed your eyes, lost in the moment. His mouth met your nipples, sucking it and nibbling it gently. "Gyomei," You moaned as you could feel the wetness of that area from his mouth. 

He removed his mouth from your breast and reached out to your forehead to plant a kiss there, only for him to move to the lower part of your body. As Himejima continued his exploration, your body began to tremble with anticipation. You can feel him move away from your robe for him to access your lower area, and his breath can be felt on your most precious part.  

You felt a sense of surrender, letting him take control. This made your body give in to him even more. His touch was so intimate, so personal. As he deepened his work on your lower body, your senses heightened, the world narrowing to the intensity of the moment. With such haste, your fingers covered your lady parts as you felt Himejima breathe.  

The gentle giant paused for a while and moved his head away between your legs. He gently grabbed your hand and placed it beside his cheek. "I want to feel you everywhere," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. You are clueless about the fact that you asked Gyomei not to hold himself back, but his confidence in examining your whole body has made you feel self-conscious. His words enabled you to give in and allowed him to continue with his act. 

He explored your lower area entirely, not leaving any surface of your skin untouched. Himejima's lips trailed a fiery path down your private parts, each brush igniting a shiver of anticipation. You surrendered utterly, lost in the intoxicating swirl of passion and tenderness. 

Himejima leans in after moving away from your lower body, his breath warm against your skin. "I'll use my fingers now." He speaks, informing you politely of the next act he is going to do to you. You felt his rough and thick fingers insert inside your precious parts slowly. With a tender touch, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

You bit his lip in the middle of your passionate kiss and paused for a moment. You have never felt something like this before. Himejima's two fingers were enough to stretch you out and make you feel things differently for the first time. He continued moving his fingers swiftly until you pulled away from his lips and held his arm since you felt a knot coming from your stomach. A sudden, sharp pleasure shot through you, and you pulled away, breathless. A slight, involuntary sound escaped your lips as a warm liquid pooled between your thighs. Mortified, you covered your face, your heart pounding in your chest. 

The stone hashira positioned himself on top of you after you were catching your breath after the intense feeling of reaching your climax for the first time. You can feel Himejima's hands aligning his member to insert himself inside your womanhood. You can feel the tip of his member, and you know that there is a vast size difference between the two of you. However, despite your size difference with your husband, you trust him as you know how much of a gentle giant he is. You felt safe in his care, nevertheless. 

The stinging pain from the size of his manhood lingered, however, a wave of pleasure took over as Gyomei added more force in each thrust. There, you could not hold back your loud moans with each force he exerts onto you. You know well how Himejima could exert a much more stronger force to thrusts, but holds himself back as he is careful when it comes to situations like this. You were far too delicate for him to simply use much more of his strength.

As the giant man became faster, your nails dug deep into his muscular shoulders, holding onto him tightly. You have reached your peak and you felt like you were going to pass out from the feeling of your husband pounding onto you. In a glimpse of an eye, you felt one final hard thrust from him as he pulled out. 

Finally, Himejima pulled away, his breath heavy. You were still reeling from the intensity, the feeling of slumber amounting from the pleasure you felt. Without hesitation, he quickly grabbed a towel having hesitated at the last moment about releasing inside you. A blush crept up your neck as you instinctively closed your legs to hide your pulsating core and cover your chest. 

Afterwards, he gently covered you with his robe, sensing how vulnerable you felt as you were still exposed. “(Y/n), may I?” he asked softly, holding up a clean cloth. You hummed in response, your eyes still closed. Himejima carefully cleaned you, his touch gentle and reassuring. “Are you alright, (Y/n)?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

“No,” you muttered, staring at your husband’s stoic face. His hand stopped and he panicked after hearing your response. “Did I do anything wrong? Were you hurt?” 

“No, silly. I just wanted to get a reaction from you. You looked so serious,” you chuckled. The tension visibly eased from the stone hashira’s shoulders, though his concern still lingered. “I feel astonished…but I’ll forever cherish our first time together, Gyomei.”

A curve formed up his lips, he felt more at ease this time. “I’m glad you feel that way. I just wanted to make sure it was good for you,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “I love making love with you, (y/n).” You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. As you lay there together, a sense of peace washed over you.  Under the soft glow of moonlight casting an ethereal glow upon you as you shared this moment with Gyomei. With enough trust and vulnerability from one another, this intimacy was your first time as a couple where both of you gave in to each other’s pleasure. 

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Demon Slayer/Kny - wallpaper

Artist: @Nest_OF_Boxes (check on twitter)

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Please can I request pre-relationship hashira x hashira!reader, where they are sparing together and it becomes a bit suggestive 💙💙

Male pillars x reader - Sparing with benefits

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu , reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: suggestiveness

Tengen:

"you could just give up, there's no chance you could win against my flamboyant self!" he taunted, running around the courtyard with you.

you had been fighting for ten minutes and there was still no end in sight. you weren't a bad fighter, you've been promoted as a hashira some time ago, but Tengen was at advantage right now.

he was faster than you. he had been saving himself from your attacks by avoiding them every time. the smirk on his face only spurred you on more, wanting to win this fight and show him that you were a good fighter.

however, when you raised your bamboo sword for an attack and he turned around to dodge it, you felt yourself trip on a root. it had been sticking out of the ground, making you fall over.

surprised by what has happened, Tengen lost his own halt and fell backwards, landing in a sitting position. you felt yourself fall onto him, at least partly.

when you checked your surroundings, you found your head on his lap. your cheek pressed against his groin. meeting his gaze, you could see his cocky smirk.

"it was an accident! i didn't mean to.." you said, wanting to stand up instantly. this would definitely look wrong from an outsider's perspective.

when you tried to stand up, you felt his hand tangle in your hair, pressing your cheek a bit more against his groin, only satisfied when you felt the bulge against your skin.

"just so you know, my wives had always found you cute enough for this.." he teased, his eyes staying on your widened eyes.

you pushed away, running away from his grip and off the training field.

Obanai:

he was proud of you for becoming a hashira. when he took you in as his tsuguko, he wasn't sure if he made the right decision, but he was sure now.

you were able to follow his movements, dodge his attacks and even make some of your own. your elegance captivated him and he found himself admiring your fighting style.

perhaps he had been diving in his thoughts too much, because when his attention was finally back on you, he was already on the ground.

your legs were on either side of him, straddling his body. heterochromic eyes were staring deeply into yours, surprised by the sudden turn of events.

"i win, Obanai." you said, looking down at the man. your hands were resting on his chest, leaning forward slightly.

his heartbeat was increasing under your hands, cheeks flushing. it wasn't the first time he noticed how beautiful you were, but your allure only increased like this.

"you.. you do.." he muttered, not being able to turn his eyes away from you. yet again, neither were you. you leaned down further, remaining with your faces only a few inches apart.

it would've been so easy to kiss him right now. however, feeling your hips rub against his groin, he couldn't stop his body from reacting, his hands gripping your waist.

"[name], g- get down.."

Rengoku:

"flame breathing. third form: blazing universe!" he called out, his bamboo sword coming at you with immense speed. you barely managed to block his attack - meaning you didn't do it.

your body flew a few feet away, landing on the ground. with a quiet grunt, you turned onto your back. "i give up.." you sighed.

however, there was no audible reaction from Rengoku. turning your head towards him, you wanted to know what's wrong, only to see his wide eyes staring.

he shook his head, running towards you and kneeling down. "are.. are you okay?" he asked, seeing you nod. he didn't respond, as if he knew something you didn't.

"just tell me, Rengoku!" you pleaded, feeling yourself enter a state of panic. did you lose a leg? it wasn't like him to behave this way.

he moved his hand closer, placing his hand against the side of your stomach. your eyes widened, looking down at yourself, staring at your torn uniform.

not only the right side of your shirt, but also the entirety of your right pant leg was missing. you instantly sat up, trying to cover up.

"i didn't know, i will-" you tried excusing yourself, but fell silent when he squeezed your waist slightly, attention moving back to him.

"i'll bring you back." he answered, taking off his haori and pulling it over your form. it didn't help covering your leg, but at least your upper body looked a bit more presentable.

he scooped you into his arms, both your legs around his waist. you rested your chin on his shoulder, wishing to disappear. the whole situation was embarrassing, and even worse, you had felt warm when he touched your skin unhindered.

his hand held you up by your thighs, his grip on your right thigh a bit stronger. you could feel his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your leg, glancing up at him.

"you.. you're really soft." he quietly said, not able to hide his red face from you.

perhaps the whole situations had it's advantages.

Sanemi:

"stop running! just admit defeat!" he shouted after you, determined to get this fight over with. the only problem: you were extremely fast. you managed to dodge his attacks every time.

"never!" you answered, seeing him try to attack again. you were ready to dodge his bamboo sword, but were shocked to see him drop it mid-attack.

his hand shot towards you instead, quite literally knocking you down with his harsh hit. your back made contact with the ground, Sanemi tackling you down immediately.

"i win." he said, smirking at your defeated form. you tried freeing yourself, not able to push up with his hand on your neck.

"i didn't give up yet." you huffed out, feeling him squeezing your throat lightly - he was warning you. only that his warning didn't work as intended.

a quiet whimper escaped your lips, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment. he had heard the sound, you knew it.

"oh? didn't know you were into the rough treatment." he smirked - teased. your reaction was immediate, pressing your knee up and right against his crotch.

he groaned, letting go of you. he clearly hadn't expected you to do that, especially not after you pushed him away and freed yourself.

"didn't know you were into that, Shinazugawa."

"you-"

naturally, another fight started right after.

Giyuu:

how did this happen? thirty minutes of fighting just for your bamboo sword to be kicked to the side by him. he had been too fast for you, leaving you unable to react.

your back was pressed against the wall, wide eyes staring into his. he had caged you between the wall and his body, his form towering over you.

ocean eyes were deeply staring into yours, his hand pressing against the wall behind you. he couldn't tear his gaze away from your body, not when you were presented right in front of him.

"you lost." he stated, as if it wasn't obvious to the both of you. his eyes narrowed, his other hand moving towards you.

"if this had been a fight with a demon, you would've died." he said, making you feel like prey under his eyes. he placed his hand on your chin, thumb nearly grazing your lips.

"don't lose focus." he uttered, but his eyes had long broken their contact with yours. he was watching your lips instead, as if he was debating on a kiss.

"i wont." you answered breathlessly, getting his attention back on you. he let go of your chin, stepping away and picking up your sword.

"let's try it out." he taunted, neither of you really focusing on winning or losing now.

Gyomei:

this fight was unfair to begin with. without a doubt, you were one of the strongest swordsman in the corps. you've served as a hashira for three years now, but no one could win against Gyomei.

naturally, you admitted defeat when he threw you over half the lake, immediately asking whether you're fine or not.

your head broke through the water, gasping for air. the water was freezing cold, but you told him you're fine.

he still made the effort to help you out of the water, drenching his own clothes in the freezing liquid.

"are you sure you're okay?" he asked, big tears already rolling down his face again. you avoided your eyes from his form, not trying to appear inappropriate.

"i'm fine." you answered, looking at your own body. both of your clothes were quite see-through, giving you a greedy sight of his muscles and abs.

looking down at yourself, your clothes weren't any better. you thought of yourself as lucky, not wanting to live with the shame of letting him see so much of your body.

"come, it's freezing in here." he told you, pulling you into his arms and out of the water as he made his way out of it.

what you didn't know, was how his fingers could feel everything that you were seeing. your clothes stuck to your skin, not leaving much room for imagination.

he stepped out of the water, but instead of letting you down, his head tilted towards yours, foreheads nearly touching.

his hands squeezed your body, millions of thoughts running through his head. "you're.." he said, but he stopped, not wanting to do something he might regret later.

"you're still wet, we should get some dry clothes.." he told you instead, putting you down again, his hand sliding against your curves for a moment.

you watched him walk forward, your lips parted. was it wrong that you had hoped for him to continue?

[nest-of-boxes]

[kyojuuros]

It's Muzan! Muzan Kibutsuji!! Even if we cut off his head, he won't die!