#flower tsuguko

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hello! I hope you’re doing alright, may I please request some Romantic headcanons for Kanao with a Male reader, who's perhaps Aoi’s brother but he stayed as a Demon Slayer, who has a crush on Kanao and cares about her (he never minded her bluntness, and was always ready to help her) but he's secretly jealous on how close she and Tanjiro got? Just some slight angst with plenty of fluff, but only if it's alright!

Ooh! I’m pretty sure I haven’t written for Kanao solely yet so this’ll be exciting to try out!

Tsuyuri Kanao- Sunflowers and Roses

Kanao doesn’t really have many actual friends. Sure, she has her adoptive sister and the girls of the Estate but they aren’t true friends in a level that you are and because of that, she highly values you. She met you when Shinobu brought in you and your younger sister, Aoi to work for the mansion but you trained under Shinobu to become a demon slayer

Kanao’s heart pitter patters with you. Is this what friendship feels like? She always asks her as she calmly listens to you talk. She doesn’t ever talk to anybody about her opinions on you as she has been conditioned to keep her mouth shut, though she can’t help but wonder if that feeling is normal for friends to have

Kanao patiently waits for you to return to the Estate and stares at your hand when you do. She wants to hold your hand, it makes her feel a strange warm feeling but she just can’t bring herself to ask so it is awkward silence for a few seconds before you take charge. She blushes and gasps everytime, no matter what

Kanao believes she views you as just a friend and the treatment you give her is viewed as positively normal when everybody else can clearly tell you don’t feel just friendship for the Tsuguko, you’re madly in love with her and you always tend to her, every injury. You’re there to care for her, whilst she is oblivious to your advances

Kanao loves making baked sweets for you but again, can’t gather the confidence to directly give you them so she leaves the tray in your room with a unspecified note. Aoi is usually the one who tells you that the gift is from Kanao and her friendly gestures enable your massive crush on her

Kanao is more than a bit insecure about your strong bond with her. Wouldn’t, a nice guy like you, get so sick of a annoying girl like her? Doesn’t have any emotions, so quiet and blunt, can’t decide for herself. She believes you deserve a much better close ally but she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings at all

Kanao doesn’t notice the way you glare angrily at her and Tanjiro spending time together, from behind her back. She just genuinely believes you’re completely fine with Tanjiro and she doesn’t believe you would care so much about her being close to another guy

It all crumbles down when you notice how Kanao stares lovestruck at Tanjiro. No… she’s in love with him?! You can’t take it. You’re so jealous that you can’t even bare to keep the fact you want to sock Tanjiro in the face for winning your crush’s attention so easy when she doesn’t even notice all your attempts

Kanao is concerned by the way you close yourself off from everybody, out of the blue and she is desperate to help you, like how you always helped her, but she doesn’t know what to do so she goes to Tanjiro and his friends, unaware that including them makes you more cold and hostile towards her

Her heart is broken at the way you bark at her to leave you alone. B-but… you’re best friends, don’t you think that? Are you angry at her? What did she do?

Kanao will figure out how to make you talk to her, one way or another. She truly cares for you, as much as you care for her and she really does value you to a extreme degree. You’re her only longest friend and you’ve always been her rock, her support

You have a very special place in her heart

“Dokusha… I don’t know what I said… look. You’re amazing and you’re so talented, you mean a lot to me and you’re my greatest friend. You’ve made me feel more… like a human being and whatever girl wins you as her husband, I’ll envy that girl. Because you are the whole package, Dokusha. Don’t forget that”

[phantomirage]

Swaped AU

I already posted this on twitter,now I show it here...

Sabito as Kanao and Kanae as Genya!

[xoxoxkisses]

Flowers

Warnings:none

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You are Muichiro’s Tsuguko. He was recently sent on a mission and gave you some chores to do while he was gone, such as, training, taking care of the plants, and feeding the stray cats. You were used to doing this while he was gone.

As you were watering the plants, Muichiro walked in. “Oh I see you remembered to water the plants.” You never noticed he walked in. “Ah Tokito you startled me!” You sat down the watering can and walked towards him. “Are you hungry?” He looked at you as if he didn’t know if he was or not. “I am I suppose.” You laughed and started making lunch. ————————————————————————

“I’ve missed your cooking Y/n. The other places I ate at were good, but your food is better.” You blushed a little at his compliment. “Thank you.” You smiled at him and went back to eating. After a few minutes you noticed something was off. “We really need to get some new flowers to put on the table, these are dead.” You reached up and crumbled the leaf in your hand. “Oh yeah that reminds me,” he reached down and picked something up from behind him, “I forgot to give these to you.” He handed you purple tulips, your favorite flower.

You felt yourself get red. Muichiro wasn’t the best at remembering things about people, but he remembered your favorite flower. “Thanks Tokito! They’re really pretty.” You smiled at him as you grabbed them. “You’re welcome. I thought they were pretty and they reminded me of you so I got them.” He gave you a small smile.

You excused yourself and prepared the flowers into a little clear vase. You brought the vase back over and put it on the table. “There! Much better.” You said while putting your hands on your hips. “I suppose it is. I’m glad you like them.” You smiled at him and he smiled back.

Ever since he got you those flowers, he always made sure to bring you some everytime he came back from a mission. He noticed the first time he gave them to you, the way you smiled at him made his heart jump. He liked that feeling, a lot.

[fatkish]

hashiras reacting to a little girl reader about 8 years old who is a street fighter and has faced people much bigger than her and possibly killed them (like the case of akaza/hakuji) and has developed combat skills at a young age and a tough personality (like toph from atla)

Hashiras x Child Fighter Reader

Your parents had been killed when you were an infant. The area you live in is well know for having demons. Your parents lived outside the village and had hidden you when the demon attacked. Since no one was really willing or financially able to care for you, you took care of yourself. You traveled often, going from one village to the next, as a means of survival. During your travels, you had come across various people who knew some kind of martial art and you copied what you saw.

Being on your own, you often had to defend yourself from people and demons. After fighting with demons, you always had some kind of injury. Eventually one night, you fought a demon who managed to cut one of your eyes. Leaving you blind in one eye. After that, you quickly learned self defense and became quiet skilled at using your opponent’s strength against them. When you learned that demons were weak to sunlight and wisteria, you began carrying a wisteria paste around with you. The paste was made from ground up wisteria flowers and leaves. Every time you fought a demon, you’d coat your hands in the paste and use a small knife to stab the demon with. Once stabbed, you’d dig your fingers into the wound on the demon.

You didn’t particularly go looking for demons. You just defended yourself whenever you came across one. That’s how you ended up meeting one of the Hashira. Shinazugawa had been on a mission, he had gone to a small village that was said to have multiple demons. Something that you didn’t know, was that you needed glasses. With only one eye that’s very blurry, you’re very defensive. You’ve adopted a ‘fight first, ask questions later’ kind of attitude. Whenever anyone who seemed hostile touched you, you would quickly throw them over your shoulder and proceed to attack since you couldn’t tell whether someone was human or demon.

Sanemi was on the trail of a demon when he came across you. Seeing a seemingly defenseless little human kid all alone in a forest at night, Sanemi knew he had to protect you. He however, went about it the wrong way. He walked up to you and grabbed you by the shoulder rather roughly and was about to speak when your little hands wrapped around his wrist and suddenly he was on his back looking up at you. He growled and was about to speak again before you started attacking him and trying to stab him. During your scuffle, the demon Sanemi was chasing decided to attack him while he was focused on you. However, Sanemi quickly subdued you and cut of the demons head as it leapt towards him.

Now here Sanemi was with his knee on your back holding you down as you thrashed about trying to escape. “You little brat! Stop fighting already! You’re safe now!” He shouted. Still you continued to struggle forcing Sanemi to have to knock you unconscious. When the Kakushi came, they decided to bring you to the butterfly mansion to treat any wounds you had. When you woke up, you wandered around before coming across Shinobu. When you were unconscious, Shinobu checked you over and found the Wisteria paste you used against demons. She was intrigued by your ingenuity and wanted to ask about it. When she spoke to you, she realized that you needed glasses and gave you an eye exam.

After some time, you became Shinobu’s Tsuguko. You picked things up very quickly and wore a mask that both covered your blind eye and held a prescription lense for your other eye. The mask only covers your forehead, eyes and ends near your nose. Unlike Shinobu, you use a spear to fight. The spear is always coated in wisteria poison that Shinobu taught you to make. You often train with the other Hashira since your fighting style is mostly defensive and they find it a challenge to break through your defenses. Despite your blind spots, you’re very accurate when defending yourself. This is what the Hashira’s thoughts on you are.

Tengen: the little squirt has some rather flashy moves. For someone so small, they really know how to use their opponent’s strength against them. I wish they’d let me design their mask. It’s too plain. But overall they’re a good kid

Obanai: their fighting style is interesting and they are quite skilled for their age. Whenever we spar, they always seem to deflect or redirect my attacks. They’re still young but they do show some promise and potential.

Sanemi: that brat? Man they’re a pain in my ass. Ever since Tengen learned about my first interaction with them he always makes fun of me. The kids got some skill but I’ve still won most of our matches. (Has a soft spot for the kid and won’t ever admit it)

Muichiro: who? Oh the child? They remind me of a clam. They have a good defense but once you figure out how to get past it, it’s rather easy to take them down.

Giyuu: they’re nice. They talk to me often and they always offer to eat or have tea with me. They are rather strong and we often train together. They call me big brother. I don’t know why, but I enjoy it.

Gyomei: such a sorrowful yet sweet child. Having to overcome difficulty after difficulty. It saddens me that someone so young has had to grow up so quickly. Despite their challenges and setbacks they haven’t given up, and I respect them for that. Recently they asked if they could call me their father. They told me that they don’t remember their father and that they see me as fatherly figure. It brought me to tears and I graciously accepted. Now they call me Papa Mei.

Shinobu: they are a very bright child. They previously had never received any proper training and only copied and learned from the things they saw. I’ve thought them Insect breathing and they’ve adapted it to fit them. I’m very proud of them.

Mitsuri: they are so cute and sweet. Whenever we hang out, they always offer to cook with me. Whenever we eat, they always make sure that I’ve eaten and have had my fill. They even offered me their food. They are so sweet. They were even impressed by my strength and told me that they wanted to be just like me. I love them so much.

Kyojuro: ah such a strong spirited child. Their technique is amazing and they’ve clearly trained quite hard. Whenever they visit, they often spend time with Senjuro. They get along quite well and have helped my younger brother train. They started calling me big brother so it seems I now have a second younger sibling. I am quite impressed with them and look forward to watching them grow.

[larz-barz]

(copied and pasted from when i posted it on yt)

Miki’s father was a yokai and her mother was a demon. Her father was killed for harboring a demon and her mother was killed as well, resulting in her and her brothers going to their uncle. Their aunt had died a few years prior to a demon so Haruki had a hatred for demons, resulting in the abuse of the Suzuki siblings. Miki looked the most like their mother so she received the worst of the abuse. One day, the three of them were trying to escape from their uncle’s mansion and were discovered by a group of demon slayers who mistakened them for full demons and tried to kill them. After this, the young siblings decided to start hiding their ears and tails so something like that wouldn’t happen again. After becoming tsugukos to the flame hashira and water hashira at 9 and 12 (Miki and Miko were Giyuu’s tsugukos while Michio was Kyojuro’s) the three were able to go to final selection after just a year of training. Miki became a hashira the quickest out of them all after just 6 months while Miko and Michio took 1 year to become hashira. The only ones who know about them being half yokai/half demon are the Ubuyashikis, the other hashiras, close friends, and other family.

Fun facts:

-Miki loves to sing but she’s always scared of being judged so she never does it.

-Miki’s breathing style, starlight breathing, is based on moon breathing.

-Due to having descended from Kokushibo, Miki, Miko, and Michio all received some of his strength, but Miki received the most which is why she became a hashira so quickly.

-Chicken udon is Miki’s comfort food.

-She’s sensitive to the sun so she usually tries to not go out in the sun much at all

-She and her brothers have similar bdas. Miki’s is “Death by starlight”, Miko’s is “Deadly constellation’s twinkle, and Michio’s is “Death in space’s depths”.

-Miki is always cold so during winter she has to dress VERY warmly to be able to go outside

-She loves the sound of rain but thunderstorms scare her because of how loud they are

-She absolutely LOVES making flower crowns for her loved ones! She’ll often go out to the garden behind her estate to make some!

-There is a cherry blossom orchard near Miki’s estate that she’ll often go to when she needs to relax

-Kids and animals love her!

-Her love language is touch so she’s often clinging to a loved one in some way

-If she’s embarrassed she either runs away, starts crying, or both

-She’s very insecure about her eyes despite how unique and beautiful they are

@circus-gone-wrong @pulim-v @kimetsu-chan @stellapuffs @lucytsukii @kitkat-moon @rogdona @knyinfinity @pinkwisteria :3

[theartofescapingnerds]

What if I made a HSR Demon slayer au, wouldn’t that be like so crazy ha ha

Stelle: Mizunoto (Final Selection), Adaptable Breathing (Usage of other breathing styles, but only the base breathing styles -Fire Water Wind Stone Thunder. (Unable to use Sun and Moon breathing) And only has one form each of these breathing styles, with her sixth form being her own unique star breathing, descended from moon breathing. This form has drawbacks like Lull/Dead calm or Kanao’s flower breathing final form. As it heats up Stelle to rather extreme temperatures and with that comes the risk of heat stroke.

March 7th: Mizunoto (Final Selection) Frost Breathing. Like Inosuke, was born in Douma’s cult, and has no memory of that time in her life, only having memories of running, blood and that camera clutched in her hand. She later ran into a Hinoe named Himeko, who took her in and introduced her to the demon slayer corp. She chose her name after the date Himeko found her.

Dan Heng: Mizunoto (Final Selection) Water Breathing. Secretly from the Swordsmith Village, with his Nichirin sword being forged by his twin brothers best friend, who, now being a demon, blames him for his twins death. As the sword meant for his twin was given to him. And with nothing to defend himself with, Dan Heng’s twin died to the same demon that turned his best friend into one. (Uppermoon 5 Gyokko)

Himeko: Hinoe and Tsuguko of Rengoku Kyojuro. Flame Breathing, completely immune to most types of poison, as she consumes it regularly with coffee. Has a specialised Nichirin kusarigama. Was the slayer who found March 7th. Sent out to investigate possible demon activity in the area, luckily did not encounter upper moon 2. Exceptional navigational skills, owns a family heirloom of a small model train which is the last thing she has left of her family.

Welt Yang: Mizunoto (Final Selection) Is infact, actually a demon, like Kamado Nezuko, does not eat human flesh. (Is NOT immune to the sun) Goes on night missions exclusively with the others accompanying him, in the daytime stays inside or with a giant black parasol while’st moving between buildings. Not allowed on missions alone yet, but needs one of the others to accompany him. His blood demon art is his sword he carries around (Star of Eden) previously before meeting the others, stayed isolated and used the Star of Eden in its original form. Unlike demons who gain power from consuming, or Nezuko from sleeping, he gains power from creation. As a secondary effect of his BDA, he has the ability to create what he understands how to. Although it takes a heavy toll on his mind, and if he does it too much. He will loose his mind and allow Muzan to ”break in” per say.

[meowmeowgrrrl123]

Got KNY role swap AU brainrot,,,

The Hashira would be as follows:

Kokushibo- Moon Hashira

Douma- Flower Hashira

Akaza- Mist Hashira

Gyokko- Water Hashira

Sekido- Rumble Hashira

Karaku- Wind Hashira

Aizetsu- Stone Hashira

Gyutaro- Insect Hashira

The Moons would be as follows:

Upper One- Gyomei

Upper Two- Sanemi

Upper Three- Kyojuro

Upper Four- Obanai

Upper Five- Muichiro

Upper Six- Shinobu

Lower One- Mitsuri

Lower Two- Giyu

Lower Three- Kanao

Lower Four- Tanjiro

Lower Five- Kaigaku

Lower Six- Kyogai

The demons I didn’t use would be younger or lower ranking slayers. Hantengu was previously the Rumble Hashira but is retired and has severe PTSD and anxiety, Urogi is working on developing Sound Breathing along with Nakime, and Zohakuten has only just passed Final Selection with his Serpent Breathing. They’re all brothers except for Hantengu who is their grandfather. Daki is Water Breathing I think but overall she’s a weak-ass slayer. Rui is Gyutaro’s tsuguko and Enmu is a Kakushi and he’s like totally delusional.

Instead of the Butterfly Mansion being the hospital, it’s Akaza’s Cloud Estate.

Genya is still a slayer and he’s sworn that he will kill Sanemi as both revenge for their family, whom Sanemi killed, as well as to just put Sanemi out of his misery. He also helps out at the Cloud Estate a lot, since Akaza doesn’t like getting help from people and takes on way too much at once.

Nezuko is a slayer and carries around a lil tiny demon Zenitsu on her back. Her brother, Tanjiro, was turned into a demon and he is very rapidly rising through the ranks of Moons. Nezuko is desperate to find a way to turn Tanjiro back and is helped by her friends Aoi and Murata.

Inosuke is a demon too, but he’s super isolated and very protective of his mountain territory.

Also Kyojuro was once a slayer himself but ended up becoming a demon. Not sure how yet. But there aren’t any flame breathers bc he became a demon before he could pass it on and he killed his brother and father as well.

I wanna keep going but now I’m sooooo eepy. I’ll write more tomorrow

Edit 7/25/2024: Part Two of my notes are up now

[therantfairysblog]

Little helper

"Hey Kaburamaru, you fine with me?"

The little snake coiling around his neck loosely. Sometime it rest it's head onto shinazugawa's head, watching the surrounding with curiousity.

Shinazugawa watching the little friend with a nice gesture, slowly caressing it's head.

.......

"I hope you can take care of Kaburamaru, if it's happened that I'll die first. If possible, if you can't take care of Kaburamaru for a long time, i wish for him to have a nice home. Maybe give him to someone that need his help.. Kaburamaru....is my precious friend who really smart you see. And..."

"Don't talk something omnious like that." Shinazugawa interrupted him. He dislike the convo. Watching Iguro from his side, his bestfriend was only laughing at his antic.

"The hell are you laughing for?"

"Nothing. I mean if I'm not asking you to, you'll still do it. I know it" Kaburamaru slipping in between them, with it comfortably sit in shinazugawa's lap.

....

3 months was slipping behind just like that. Spring coming, Shinazugawa remembering the morning the world free from Muzan. It was a morning full of blood and loss. When he look at Kaburamaru, he couldn't help but remembering his bestfriend.

"There's no way this stupid looking snake can help people with poor eyesight like you" one day the two were having a little break after their usual sparring.

"Who are you calling stupid? Kaburamaru has been helping me since childhood and help me in fight too. You want to try? Close your eyes with this fold and we spar again, Kaburamaru, go with Shinazugawa"

They continue their sparing till the sun start to set. Kaburamaru was indeed helping him through his silence hiss and movement, though he didn't really get used to it and Iguro comfortably beating him.

"See? Haha i told you Kaburamaru is a helpful friend"

"Tsk. " Shinazugawa caressing Kaburamaru before he went home. The little snake seem comfortable with him. Perhaps because they already close to each other.

" Thank you Shinazugawa. Aside from Kanroji, Kaburamaru seems to like you the most. I think it's great if i leave him with you"

"Shut up. Stop talking as if you'll die tomorrow"

.....

Outside the butterfly estate building, there's a cherry blossom tree stood there alone. It's flowers bloom prettily, giving colours to the already beautiful yard. Shinazugawa saw Kocho's tsuguko standing there, staring at the tree.

Kaburamaru moving around his neck, looking at the direction too. His eyes fix on her. Her eyes looked odd. He knew kanao from kocho who sometimes telling them about her tsuguko. Kanao has beautiful slight purple eyes but now her eyes looked dead. His feet step slowly towards her.

"Oh, nice to meet you Shinazugawa sama. How are you? I hope the wound healed" Kanao slightly bowed to him, Shinazugawa aware that she was having a slight difficulty to walk towards him as if she didn't really aware of their distance.

"hi, I'm fine. I hope you are alright too.err..your eyes, is it okay?" The awkwardness in his voice was apparent. Well he didn't really close to their junior to begin with.

" oh, well, my left eye is totally blind unfortunately but i can see a bit with my right eye..." Kanao touching her left eyes a bit. Shinazugawa staring at her, and then Kaburamaru. He smiled.

" My friend is good at helping people. I think he is the most intelligent snake ever. I'm so glad"

"are you fine with a snake?"

"eh? ... I don't mind, i like animals"

"You see, if you can take Kaburamaru in your care...this fellow had help Iguro the most in the past, he may help you for your direction and stuff since your sight....." Shinazugawa taking Kaburamaru in his hand. The snake wasn't afraid of Kanao. In fact he looked fine.

"oh, Kaburamaru kun..." Kanao try to caress it. Kaburamaru didn't flinch, instead the little snake was slowly coiling around her hand and move to her neck. She smiled.

" I guess Kaburamaru like you"

"oh... I'm honored, I'll take care if him. Thank you so much"

.....

Once in a while, Shinazugawa visiting the butterfly estate, aside from his regular medical check up, he also went to visit Kaburamaru. The snake seems happy and help his master a lot. He was glad.

"I guess he found a nice home, Iguro. Don't worry. Rest well with Kanroji"

[demonslayedher]

A brief AU idea: Double Kochou

Ok, but like... an AU in which Flower Pillar Kochou Kanae and Insect Pillar Kochou Shinobu are concurrently a thing? Like, before Muichiro comes in, there would be enough spots for that many Pillars, and since they are of different Breaths it wouldn't be like, say, Kyojuro politely waiting in line to take up the Flame Pillar role. Shinobu, despite being a Pillar with her own Pillar missions, would still practically be attached at the hip to Kanae when they are at Pillar meetings, everyone else would see them like a "someone will die... of fun!" set. Iguro might even get annoyed enough to ask if they really have nine Pillars or just 8 and a parasite. Which Shinobu would not take to well. If this a chance for open animosity between Shinobu and the other Pillars? Ahahaha. HAHAHAHAH. As long as Kanae is still there to be Kanae, Shinobu would have no reason to hold back her angry truth. Like, I think she'd still totally befriend Mitsuri, but would also have very little understanding for Mitsuri's desire for romantic partnership, which just leaves Mitsuri flustered and even more troubled in explaining herself. Oyakata-sama would still send Shinobu and Giyuu on a lot of missions together. Shinobu, who has to stake some pride on establishing herself as a Pillar not simply a parasite to her sister (whom she would rather be on missions with if she needs to team up), would probably feel a bit like this is babysitting. She'd probably take this out on Giyuu, and Giyuu might get annoyed enough with her less-than-polite bullying that he chides her more harshly. He knows to stand up for himself, after all. That "no one likes you" exchange is still bound to happen in some form. Uzui would pick up on her being sensitive to the "parasite" thing and he would have fun rubbing it in. Enough that Kanae might take him aside and sternly tell him to stop. Rengoku, of course, if he picks up on it at all, would probably be a stop to it all with his earnest admiration for Shinobu having earned the Pillar position in spite of her size, and how great it is for the two sisters to work together! (Iguro might bring it up again though when Oyakata-sama suggests having ten Pillars instead of the typical nine.) Undecided on if they would have matching haori, since Shinobu would not feel any need to take up any of Kanae's role in the world. Kanao, having the stable presence of Kanae around, might not be as motivated to join the Final Selection, but she'd probably pick up Flower Breath even faster/better with Kanae's ongoing example. It's possible two watchful sisters might better prevent Kanao from heading out, but it's also possible that two busy sisters had no idea and Kanao was just that much better at swiftly sneaking away. She'd wind up being Kanae's Tsuguko, since they have the same Breath. And on Tanjiro's trial, maybe she and Kanae wind up arguing about how much mercy to show Tanjiro (even as Shinobu is forcefully feeding Tanjiro's medicine for his injuries). Kanae would be totally excited to befriend Nezuko and Shinobu might shoot daggers from her eyes and warn Tanjiro not to let Kanae down. Whether Nezuko eventually wiggles her way into Shinobu's heart, or whether Shinobu's hardens her heart more thinking she has to protect her sister from cruel disappointment, it's anyone's guess. For fun, let's say it's the latter. Also, Shinobu would find Zenitsu and Inosuke super irritating, but since Shinobu is so good at teaching, Kanae would ask her to help them with their Breath training. So with Shinobu being so on guard, she's probably resistant at first to working with Tamayo, but maybe some sweet talking from Oyakata-sama about how she's always had her own skills totally unique and valuable and that this is how the Corp needs her more than Kanae needs her. Oh, and they get to beat up Douma together. Sweet.

[meowzfordayz]

to save you is to save the world

Author’s Note: proud of myself for writing this. Not my most polished fanfic, but still a gentle slip into Sanemi’s characterization and tenderness (~sort of). 🤍

to save you is to save the world

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

Word Count: ~900

CW: death content, explicit language

Emergency Request: i request for a realistic sanemi comfort interaction with a reader whose around the same age as him, (hes 21 i believe) started late, joining into the slayer corps but proven to be as hard working and having a knack for combat, honing her skills, body etc, (which was effective most of the time, earning her up to tsuguko rank like kanae) but in this particular night, she just couldnt be 100%, let alone 30% or lower, she was at her worse today (hah like me) — giving up wasn't her thing, but yeah... 🥹 everything feels heavy, breathing techniques seem more harder, nerves shaky from lack of sleep and food intake just—yeah (shit is happening to me too rn) i love sanemi and his hardened shell with a soft budding flower inside, its so comforting (or am i just traumatized cough)

~faqs~

“You aren’t taking care of yourself.”

You shrug at Sanemi’s blunt statement, knuckles tremoring as you regrip your katana, beads of sweat threatening to fall from your brow as you inhale slowly. Moonlight glimmers lazily through his white hair, the tucked away clearing as familiar as it is difficult to locate, an ideal place for sparring bordered by tall, tall pines and the layers of many winters past. 

“If you were a demon, then you’d be dead.”

You shrug again, dust stirring as you lunge toward him, a low growl vibrating in your throat when he easily stepsides you, the dreary weight of the bottom of his pommel smacking you square in the back. He snorts while you swallow a dry cough, lavender eyes following your hasty retreat as you rethink your position.

“Seriously, you’re stupid for continuing to fight me.”

“We aren’t fighting,” you mutter, upper lip curling, “I’m fine.”

With a devastatingly simple maneuver, Sanemi’s blade suddenly rests shiny and sharp against the curve of your collarbone, his expression grim as he says plainly, “Wrong.”

You blink, unable to breathe, his warm scent of freshly ground matcha powder softening the starkness of his violence.

“We are fighting,” he insists, withdrawing in a heartbeat, “Training this, training that, this is real,” giving you a withering look, “And you should be dead.”

“Well I’m not,” you deadpan.

And thank fuck for that Sanemi nearly exclaims, jaw clenching at the weariness in your gaze, the memory of your sluggish movements. He knows your chances of beating him are essentially zero, but you usually hold your own at least fractionally better — you usually bite harder than he does, adequately compensating for your lack of skill with your passable company. But currently?

“No thanks to your effort,” he scoffs, gesturing to your katana, limp in your hand, “You’re wasting my time.”

“I’m tired,” you mumble, fingers numb as you flex them around your handle, “Don’t you ever get tired?”

He can tell by your intonation that he wasn’t really meant to hear your final utterance, but he is a Hashira, and you are a mere five feet—give or take—away from him. You should’ve kept that question to yourself.

“I’m tired when I’m awake, I’m exhausted when I’m asleep. I can’t remember feeling alive. But I am. And as sorry as I feel for myself, there are more pressing matters than being tired.”

You flinch, the uptick in his volume and intensity flaring, your eyes closing as a swell of shame fills your lungs. Of course Shinazugawa-san gets tired. How silly of me to-

“Enough.”

“Enough?” you sputter, shame crinkling into indignation as you suck in a tight breath, “We’ve been fighting for less than an hour!”

“And you’re already bringing up tired,” Sanemi interrupts coolly, sheathing his katana, harsh chuckle hurting your ears as he nonchalantly dodges your lame attempt to charge at him once more, “Like I said, you aren’t taking care of yourself.”

“You don’t know me,” you retort, knees aching as you pivot to face him, “I’m tired, not unconscious.”

“Do you want me to knock you out?” he drawls amusedly, “Because it would take precisely no energy on my part to do so.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” you huff, impatience bubbling over, “Why would I want a concussion?”

“So you can get a good night’s rest?” he smirks.

“I’m leaving,” you declare, your katana returning to its scabbard, tongue dripping with sarcasm, “Thanks for sharing your keen observations with me.”

“Before you go, let me share another,” Sanemi’s voice darkens, his intoxicating aroma of green tea, discipline, and coldness stifling the air surrounding you as he circles you, “You aren’t taking care of yourself, and you will die. If you’re tired, then rest. If you’re exhausted, then rest some more. And don’t let me find out that you died due to carelessness or fatigue.”

“We die every day,” your eyes roll, uninspired by his scathing “pep” talk.

“And you’re okay with that?” he challenges, “You’re okay with dying?”

“If it means you’re nicer to me-”

“Shit like that should never come out of your mouth,” he snarls, firm palms hot and crushing as he grasps your shoulders, “If you want me to be nicer to you, then just fucking ask. Don’t fucking die. So fucking dramatic.”

“And you had to shake me to get your point across?” you remark carefully, pulse erratic as delicate flecks of deeper violet in his irises reveal themselves to you, “Shinazugawa-san…”

Sanemi doesn’t have the decency to look embarrassed, pressing himself into you for a fleeting moment, the sensation of his embrace almost false, gone even as it registers. You swallow thickly, head empty, pinpricks of doubt and heat and fear stabbing at your chest.

“I don’t want to see you until you’ve eaten, bathed, and slept through an entire day. In fact, you won’t see me until you ask.”

“Ask what?” you say dumbly, still reeling.

“Until you ask me to take care of you,” he scowls, “And no, beating you up doesn’t count.”

Watching your eyebrows furrow, Sanemi sighs, teeth gritting as he tacks on roughly.

“I notice everything, everyone.”

You glance away, sparing him from further explanation, the slight itch of dust on your skin signaling his departure.

—

If only I could save it all too.

[acediaedeus]

Demon Slayer AU where Ichigo has to deal with TWO demon sisters at the same time, anyone??? (I am not so cruel as to make one of the twins die). role reversal with Isshin being the one who died (he was a Hashira) and Masaki raising the kids. maybe to fill up the family more we make Zangetsu their (either a twin or older) brother. alternatively the twins die and Zangetsu becomes a demon.

Kisuke is obviously Urokodaki (Ururu and Jinta as Sabito and Makomo, in that order).

Soul King as Ubuyashiki, Gotei 13 captains are the Hashira, the lieutenants are the Tsuguko. Unohana is kind of like Shinobu, if Shinobu was an insane combatant. Mayuri also gives Shinobu vibes, bc ⋆⭒˚.⋆ poison ⋆⭒˚.⋆, Kenpachi as Sanemi, because they’re both insane (Kenpachi recreating the Sanemi & Nezuko first meeting). Kyoraku as Mitsuri, nahhh, I’m dying. the breathing styles are different, but these are some of the characters I find similar.

don’t really know what to do with Squad 0… maybe retired Hashira. Ōetsu as the head of the Swordsmith Village, Senjumaru designed the Demon Slayer corps’ uniform. OR Squad 0 as some of the creators of the first breathing styles along with the previous Gotei 13 captains.

Aizen as Muzan (betrays the Demon Slayers and becomes a demon??), also quite obviously. The Espada + Gin and Tōsen (also betray the corps) are the Twelve Kizuki, Numéros and Hollows as other demons. The Visored as the Tamayo and Yushiro equivalent kinda??

Grimmjow is Akaza, cause they are very similar imo, trying to convince Ichigo to become a demon. ends up being the one convinced to switch sides (Rengoku/Akaza with a happy ending, lmao).

should I make Yoruichi Ichigo’s fucking crow?? that’d be hilarious. Orihime, Chad and Ishida as ppl he meets during the Final Selection/missions. I just know ppl be giving Ichigo the nastiest side-eyes, bc “what the fuck is the size of that box on your back, boy?” or imagine he has to carry 2 boxes, nahhh.

I think I’ll make Rukia the one to find Ichigo, but she’s not a Hashira yet.

kind of writing out the whole Quincy genocide and Quincies as a separate entity in general.

don’t ask me shit about what breathing style to assign to Ichigo, bc I’ll have a meltdown. Rukia, Tōshirō, Ishida have some kind of Ice Breathing. Rangiku with Love Breathing, bc cats. Komamura and Beast Breathing (I do find myself hilarious, yes). were Yoruichi not a crow already I’d give her Thunder Breathing. Kisuke and Unohana smth to do with Blood?? Kenpachi and Stone Breathing. Byakuya and Flower Breathing for sure. Yamamoto Flame Breathing, not even up for debate. something like that.

ANYWAY, chat, am I cooking?!?! do you see the vision??

[shycroissanti]

Brief intro to my OCs

💙💙💙 Irina is the main character, she is always ready to fight and protect those she loves, that's why she considers herself a hashira, even though most of the other hashiras don't accept her into the corporation. She was hit by a comet which gave her her powers and bubbly personality.

#Irina Gonshira

💚💚💚 Kishin is a demon, but he never ate a human, he only accepted becoming a demon to be stronger and protect Irina and Yuina (his sister), and as he is extremely mentally strong, he was never really controlled by Muzan. He feeds on flowers and is always with Irina.

#Kishin Yakuni

❤��❤️❤️ Satoshi is the tornado hashira, his entire family was murdered by Douma. He is very serious and is a merciless demon slayer. He almost killed Kishin, but Irina stopped him, they later became allies.

#Satoshi Senomi

💜💜💜 Sebastian is Irina's tsuguko. He starts out as just a silly boy who always teases Kishin, but over the course of the story he will become a responsible and incredibly skilled demon slayer.

#Sebastian Delyon

🩵🩵🩵 Liliya is Irina's younger sister, after their father abandons Irina, Liliya runs away from home to try to find Irina again. And on her journey, she needs to fight demons, even if she hates it. She becomes very experienced in survival in the forests, but always remains a docile girl.

#Liliya Gonshira

🖤🖤🖤 Takahiro is the biggest villain, he is the upper moon 0, his powers are based on black holes, being almost invincible, which is why he is somewhat arrogant. His targets are mainly Irina (because of her powers) and Kishin (because Kishin is a demon who can walk in sunlight)

#Takahiro Shinkirou

🩷💛🩷 Sayuko is a sweet and friendly demon who eats minerals, she is always looking for fun! But her future still holds many surprises, will she always be this friendly demon?

#Sayuko Saki

(I've wanted to do this for a while now, I hope it's not too bad! Thank you so much for reading and sorry for any writing errors💖)

[phantomirage]

You know something, remember that in my AU Giyuu is Makomo's tsuguko, well no longer, now he is a cursed spirit that is vengeful and full of resentment @misty-memories09 and @bluespiderlullythis goes for because they did like the idea

In addition to the fact that it is not only Nezuko in training with Urokodaki, she is with Genya, it is just that they were not sent with Urokodaki in the same way Sabito was the one who found the Kamano brothers and Makomo was the one who found Genya and sent her with Urokodaki,and I think it's better not to kill Sanemi or and I'm a little doubting whether to kill Shinobu, maybe it's better not to since it wouldn't make much sense

(Giyuu bullies Genya because he can't use water to breathe, and that's why the girls hate him, and they still hate him after finding out that Giyuu had his bones broken, his limbs torn off, and his head crushed)

(Yes,I referred to Genya and Sabito as she/her, because they are transfem)

(Sabito is still a live because Murata)

[irene9900]

His Little Flame Part 2

Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Tsuguko!Reader NSFW

Part One

Description: After the recent passing of the Flower Hashira, Shinobu thinks it would be best for you to train under someone stronger, who is more capable of honing your abilities. You become Rengoku’s tsuguko, practically relearning everything you thought you knew.

CW: Survivor’s guilt, anxiety, panic attacks, hallucinogenics/drugs (demon art), canon typical gore and violence, teacher/student dynamic, pretend-marriage trope, assault (reader is grabbed by surprise), mentions of pregnancy and kids, intimate sex, consent king Kyojuro, body worship, praise (receiving), oral (receiving), P in V sex, accidental creampie.

^If I’ve missed anything please let me know^

Minors and Ageless Blogs DNI

A/N: This took me longer than I anticipated to finish. It’s my first time legitimately writing smut and I couldn’t get the smut scene right in my head, it took quite a bit of rewrites until I got to this final product. Good news is part 3 is halfway written and the epilogue is complete.

Word Count: 3,500+

You felt bad for brushing past Senjuro in a hurry. Your body felt hot, legs threatening to give out at any moment. The walls felt like cages, trying to lure you in. You lost control of your breathing, face becoming flush with dread.

When you finally make it to your room, you crumple against the floor. The pit in your stomach made you nauseous. You pull your knees to your chest and finally let the sobs you’d been holding in out.

Millions of thoughts ran through your mind, unprepared to face him the next morning.

I just have to apologize and ask him to forget it happened, you thought, I let my emotions get the better of me. He’ll understand… hopefully.

You let yourself rest like that for a while. Slowly coming to terms with what happened, prepared to handle the outcome tomorrow would bring. Even when Rengoku came to check on you remained quiet, words unable to form off your mouth.

You weren’t entirely sure which one of them, or the both of them, who brought you dinner, with a small note attached. Please eat well, it reads.

——

In the middle of the night, it is not Kyojuro who awakens you, but your crow.

“Seven people have disappeared in the last two weeks from the same village in a northern town. Head there immediately before sunrise.”

You properly suit up before meeting Rengoku outside. You offer a meek ‘good morning’ before you both head off in the direction of the town.

——

To call this mission weird would be an understatement. You hadn’t even made it into the town before coming across two demons within a large clearing just within view of the town’s gates.

It’s too close to daylight to risk this exposure, you thought. Opting to make quick work of both demons, you grab the hilt of your sword, ready to pull it out before Rengoku stills your hand.

His eyes are trained solely on the demons, and he taps his ears for you to listen closely.

The demon closest to the both of you was in a crouched position, stuttering about the healing waters and delicious flesh.

The second demon was on his knees, chewing on the tips of his fingers. His rumblings sounded similar in comparison to the crouched demon. Muttering something about them tasting the best after they came from there.

Both were entirely unaware of your presence, lost in their own trance. It seemed like a drug, a blood demon art perhaps? But what kind of demon uses it against his own kind? Were they having hallucinations? Could demons get those if they go without flesh for a certain amount of time?

Fingers growled, a foamy mixture leaving his mouth. “Need more”, he chanted in a low voice, body turning in the direction of the village.

Your eyes widened, just what the hell is going on here? You instinctively backed up, foot landing on a branch with a sickening crunch. Finger’s previous fixation with the village had turned on you, as did the wellsprings demon. Fingers was faster than the crouched demon, launching himself towards you with great speed and power.

You quickly recovered your stance, pulling yourself into flame breathing’s second form. A quick slash upwards, body fully disintegrating before he even landed back on the ground.

As you finished up with Fingers, Rengoku disposed of the crouched demon. The sun was rising at this point, any other demons lurking in this field should’ve retreated by now or would be taken by the exposure soon enough.

The location the demons were in didn’t make sense. Why would they expose themselves in an open area close to daylight hours? It goes against their survival instincts. You split off from Rengoku, hoping to cover more ground in a faster time.

Luckily for you, the search wasn’t long. You followed the path towards where the demons were spotted. Your friend Fingers left behind a trail of blood for you to follow.

“Rengoku! I’ve got something.” You call out to him. He was a bit of a distance away, closer to the tree lining opposite of the town.

After waiting for him to reach you, you both follow the trail in the direction of the town. That much you knew already though.

“Any traces at the edge of the forest?” You ask.

“None. Whatever is happening, it’s all inside that town, we just need to narrow down where.”

“We can see if Finger’s trail leads anywhere specific.” You point to the splotches of blood painting the grass plains, fingers drawing a line in the direction of the town.

“Fingers?” He questioned, brows furrowing with a puzzled look.

“The demon I just took down. This is the trail it seems he left. Maybe it'll narrow the town’s search some.”

Unluckily for you, the trail stops a few meters from the main gate. You both share a look with each other, knowing this won’t be an easy mission by any means.

“I think it’s likely we could encounter one of the twelve here.” You state.

“If there is a possibility of a ranked demon being here, we’ll need to disguise ourselves a bit better than our slayer uniforms. There is a possibility we can catch them off their guard.”

Coming straight into the gate, he directed you both to a small clothing shop where you both exchanged your slayer uniforms for simple kimonos.

Rengoku held his hand out to you. You placed your hand in his, slightly confused.

“Your sword, Y/L/N.” He corrected.

You turned beet red, face heating up in embarrassment, quickly removing your hand and replacing it with your sheathed sword.

“Now, can I have your arm this time?” He asks.

You oblige, linking your arm in with his. Heart hammering in your chest.

“The best way to avoid suspicion is to pretend to be newly married.” He says, “many couples travel to celebrate their union. I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. It’ll only be in public.”

Secretly, your heart soared at the thought of being married to Rengoku. Those thoughts, however, formed from excitement to dread, remembering the incident from yesterday. Guilt for entertaining the idea swept in.

“It’s fine Rengoku. We’re doing this for the mission. I should put any feelings aside and complete the mission.” You weren’t sure who was stung more by your harsh words, but he didn’t say anything more. Choosing to continue further into the town.

It was you who first broke the silence.

“Where should we start?” You ask, watching as he carefully scans your surroundings.

“Start with the locals. Keep your ears perked up for their hushed mumbles and whispers, they could likely know that something bad is happening, unless they’re meeting similar fates to our demons back in the field.”

You both glide along the streets, hoping your wandering eyes come off as a tourist marveling at her surroundings.

In front of a restaurant on a couple of wooden vegetable crates sat a short, older man. Accompanying him was a younger woman and man, who talked in hushed whispers.

“That’s the third person this week to have gone missing after soaking in the hot springs.” The old man mumbles.

“It was four last week. Two of them had just gotten married too, what a shame.” A second voice, a younger woman responded.

“Visitors are going to start catching on to the disappearances. The numbers seem to be increasing weekly.”

You exchange a small look with Rengoku before going up to the trio.

“Excuse me,” you say, offering a small bow, “we are unfamiliar with the area and would appreciate directions to an inn for us to stay at.”

“Ah, newlyweds! What a joy to see.” The older man smiles, “there are plenty of options on the other side of the gate where you came. Most of this side is older shops and residences.”

His newlywed comment made you blush, quickly averting your eyes. Kyojuro, on the other hand, used this opportunity to pull you flush with his side, draping his arm across your shoulder.

“Thank you sir.” You both bowed and turned to go back towards the direction you came.

The old man grabs onto your wrist, tugging you back slightly. Your eyes widen, stumbling a bit from shock.

In a low tone, he whispers, “stay away from the ones closest to the hot spring if you choose to stay here. Nothing good has come out of that inn in weeks.”

The young woman pulls his hand away, profusely apologizing for his behavior.

Bidding farewell, you head towards the exact place the older man warned you about.

“It feels like a ranked demon, but at the same time it’s confusing.”

“What is it, Little Flame?” He asks, peering to look at you.

“First there are the demons from the clearing.” You say, “the only explanation to me is a blood demon art.”

“One that had a powerful effect.” Rengoku confirms.

“Yes, but on their own kind. Rengoku, we are missing a big chunk of information.” You sigh, “there are too many unanswered questions.”

How are the townsfolk seemingly unaffected by the spell? Wouldn’t that be who the demon tried to control first? Many thoughts swirl in your head.

——

The area the old man warned you about resembled the rest of the town. Not a stone out of place, until you encountered a confused woman.

Her face was pale, bloodshot eyes widened from shock. Her muted green kimono stained with splotches of red, blood, she stumbled around slightly confused.

You rush towards the woman, grabbing her shaking wrists gently. You try to still her movements, but she tries to push past you as if you aren’t even there.

“Miss, is everything okay?” You peer up at her. She remained unaffected by your presence. That’s when you noticed the glossy look in her eyes.

“He’s gone, he’s gone.” The only words she kept repeating. An older woman rushed out of the door in front of you. She pushes herself between you two, grabbing the woman’s wrists from you.

“She’s not feeling well, she had a slip and fall during her stay at the springs, but she’s recovering. I don’t know how she managed to make it out of her room on her own. Let this be a reminder that one should always be careful of one’s step.” The woman waves you off, ushering the girl inside.

Not wanting to make a scene, you let her. It would disrupt all the progress you’ve made.

If she had an accident, why was she still in bloody clothes, the splotches didn’t match the injury either. Her injury would’ve most likely resulted in with more blood on one side of her kimono, the splotches were centralized, as if she was splashed with blood. Or did something to someone.

Rengoku places his hand on your shoulder, noticing your unease with the situation. Leaning down he whispers, “We will fix this.”

“We won’t be able to do anything until closer to sundown. It is best we rest.” He links your arms together again, guiding you to the closest one.

The man who greeted you all inside seemed human, despite his off putting demeanor.

“Welcome, welcome.” The man glees, “newlyweds, I presume?”

“Yes, we are.” Rengoku answers for the two of you, pulling you closer to him. “We’d like a private room.”

“I have the perfect room in mind.” The man states, gesturing for you to follow him.

As you’re walking the man rambles, “I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors of our hot springs? Able to cure any type of ailment.” He stops in his tracks, leaning close to you, “many women who’ve struggled to conceive a child have been able to conceive quickly after soaking here.”

Rengoku immediately stepped in front of you, putting himself between you and the odd man. The innkeeper remains unfazed by the intrusion, resuming his ramble.

“Anywho, it is 1000 yen per night. Payment upfront.”

“How long would you like to stay, My Flame?” He turns his head towards you.

My flame, that was different.

“I think a week should suffice.” You reply. Plenty of time to investigate and take down the root cause of destruction, you hope.

“7000 yen and this room is yours.”

Rengoku hands him the payment without a second thought.

“If you’d like to soak in the hot springs, continue further down this hallway and turn to your right.” The man mimics the motions with his hands. “I do hope you enjoy your stay.”

The room was quaint. Already prepared futons lay on the floor. You lay against yours, feeling exhausted.

“There is one thing we do know at least.” You say.

“And that is?” He asks.

“The hot springs are the only connections between each encounter we’ve had.” You respond. Counting each encounter on your fingers as you explained.

“It seems we have a lead.” He hums, closing his eyes to think.

“Speaking of leads. That couple the old man was talking about, do you think that could’ve been the woman?” You ask, “maybe she’s still alive?”

“It’s entirely possible.”

“We are going to have to experiment ourselves if we want more answers.” You state.

“We can’t both get in, we don’t know what will happen. I will be the one to get in and you monitor me.” He counters.

“No. I will be the one to get in.” You argue.

“I can’t risk anything happening to you, Little Flame.” He looks at you tenderly.

“Neither can I! You’re the better fighter between the two of us. You’ll be more capable than me if something happens.”

“You doubt your abilities too much. You shouldn’t hesitate the way you do.”

“I don’t doubt my abilities.” You cross your arms, becoming flustered.

“Yes you do. That’s why you act brash and impulsive. You let the wrong things fuel you during a fight.” He remains calm while saying this, as if it’s a known fact. “You don’t trust yourself.”

“I do though.”

“Then why do you keep pushing me away?” He pushes.

“Because I’m in love with you.” You raised your voice. Your bold statement takes both of you by surprise. There’s no going back now, you thought, might as well let the entire truth now.

“I love you. The way you always take care of me, check in. Oh, the smiles you give me. I get butterflies each time,” you continue, “you are patient and just as kind. You are strong and full of determination. I admire your will and devotion, I admire everything about you.”

You take a deep breath, tears prickling your eyes, “Rengoku, I’m in love with you. I can’t tell you when I started to feel this way, but once I realized, my feelings for you deepened. I always wanted to be the best I could be for you.”

“Y/N, my little flame, you are already the best for me. I enjoy the time we spend together. We take care of each other.”

He grabs your hands gently, “We’re a team and that’s how I prefer it. You patch me up even with the faintest of scratches, and always check in on me as well. You are just as determined and strong willed, My Flame, if not more. There is a light inside your heart that will never extinguish.”

His hands move to your face gently cupping your cheeks. He wipes away the tears spilling from your eyes. “I love you, My Flame. Always have, always will.”

“Is it really okay for me to love you?” You whisper.

“It is if you’ll accept me.”

“Then kiss me please.”

He brought his face to yours, pulling you into a gentle kiss. His hands wrapped themselves around you, almost as if he was afraid you’d run away again. It was desperate, like this was the last opportunity he’d get to do so.

Your hands reach up his neck, running your fingers through his hair. You both break the kiss slightly, returning for air. Resting your foreheads against each other, eyes still closed.

“I love you Kyojuro,” you whisper against his lips.

“I love you too.” He replies, pulling you in for another deep kiss.

You tug against the band of his kimono, trying to loosen it up. He pulls apart from your kiss, hands replacing yours as he undos the belt.

“Always eager My Flame.” He chuckles. You hesitantly push the fabric off his shoulders, gently tracing over his muscles and faint scars.

“May I undo yours as well?” He asks, fingers ghosting the fabric.

You nod and lean for him to do so, heart pounding in your chest. His hands work fast, not a glint of nervousness written on his face.

“May I take your kimono off of you completely, My Flame?”

You nod again, leaning back.

“Your words Little Flame.”

“Please Kyojuro. I want you.”

“As you wish.”

His fingers push under the gentle fabric by your shoulders, letting it cascade down to your wrists. Your nipples harden from the exposure of the cool air. You swore you could hear his breath hitch. His eyes traced up and down your body, taking in each curve. He knew that your typical uniform left little for the imagination, but to see you like this, completely bare for him felt different.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He states, leaning in for another kiss. His hands grasp your shoulders as he pushes you back against the futon gently. His right hand traveled down from your shoulder, gently cupping your breast, making you gasp against his lips.

“Do you like that, My Flame?” He murmurs against your lips, continuing to massage your breast. You moan in response. His lips move from yours, sliding down to your neck. He starts off with gentle pecks, then he licks one long stripe from your shoulder to just under your ear. He suckles on the skin, leaving faint red marks as he works his way down to your collarbone.

He pulls his head from your marked neck, proudly tracing his hand over the marks he made. He maneuvers himself between your legs, coming up to your neglected breasts.

He cups both tenderly in his hands, massaging gently. He pinches both of your nipples, eliciting another moan from you. He starts with your left breast, taking your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around before letting go with a pop. Giving the same treatment to your right breast. Your hands grip his arms tightly, nails digging into his flesh.

He takes the left breast back in his mouth. Sucking tenderly. His hand returning to knead your right breast. You tried to stifle your unending moans, face flushed with heat.

He pulled his mouth away again, making you whine.

“Let me hear your pretty moans, My Flame.” He pinches your nipple, “I want to hear your pretty noises. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

He trailed kisses down from your chest and stomach, stopping just before he reached your pussy, his hot breath against your core. You let out a needy whine when he pulled back.

“I want to make sure you’re still okay with continuing My Flame.” His fingers ghosted against your folds.

“Please Kyojuro. Please don’t tease me either.” You plead.

He spread your folds with his fingers, “My Flame, you’re already so wet for me. I bet you taste wonderful.”

Pulling his hand away, he continued his kisses where he left off, before delving straight into your folds, spreading them apart on his tongue this time.

You moaned loudly, hips bucking up into his face. He grabs your hips, tight grip stilling you as he licks long slow stripes up your folds.

“I was right, My Flame, you do taste delicious.” You wiggle in his grasp.

His mouth found your clit, sucking tenderly on the little bead. Breathy moans kept escaping your lips as you clasped on to Rengoku’s hair, tugging slightly. Legs shaking from all the stimulation he was giving you.

Your tugs on his hair had Rengoku growling against your pussy, stimulating you further. He pushed two fingers inside your hole, curling and uncurling them.

You could feel tightening in your stomach, a band about to snap. Your legs shook, toes curling in pleasure. “It’s too much.” You chant, pulling hard on his hair. He kept firm in his ministrations, until you gushed all over his tongue and fingers with a loud moan of his name. He laps up every bit, wiping the corner of his mouth when he finally sits up.

He pulls his kimono off the rest of the way off, leaving him completely bare to you. Your eyes drift to his member, red and swollen.

“Do you still want to continue, My Flame?”

You nod, spreading your legs further for him. He grips your thighs, pulling them on top of his. He grabs one of your hands, interlacing it with his, using his other to position himself at your entrance. He looked up at you, eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

You squeeze his hand, “Kyojuro, I’m ready. Please take me.”

“Tell me if it hurts at all, My Flame. I’ll go slow.”

“I promise I will.”

He slowly pushes the tip in, watching as your face scrunches up with discomfort. He leans down, capturing you an a small kiss as he bottoms out.

“I love you Y/N, My Little Flame.”

“I love you too Kyojuro.”

He envelopes you in another kiss, slowly pulling out, only leaving the tip in, before thrusting back in again at the same slow pace.

“My beautiful girl is so wet for me. I love it.”

“K-kyojuro.” You moaned, still not used to the dirty words coming from his mouth.

He kept a slow pace, watching as you writhe in pleasure, airy moans leaving your lips.

“F-faster, Kyo, please.” You beg, hips bucking up into his at a sloppy pace, “I need it.”

He obliges, hands coming to your hips to steady himself as he began to pound into your wet pussy. All that could be heard from the room was the slapping of skin, coupled with your cries of his name and his breathy grunts.

Nearing his climax, he pressed a thumb to your swollen clit, rubbing circles as he continued to pound into you.

Your legs curled around his back, hands gripping on to the sheets underneath you as you came on his cock with a loud cry of his name. The way you convulsed around him had him cumming unexpectedly inside you, unable to pull completely out beforehand.

He pulls out slowly, watching as his cum leaks out of you.

Rengoku lays down next to you on your shared futon, pulling your body flush with his. With his left, he adjusts the blanket over your nude forms. He locks hands with yours, thumbs gently rubbing yours.

That’s when the emotions you had been keeping locked away broke apart. Tears stained your cheeks, small sobs coming out.

“My flame, is something wrong?” He leans up slightly, trying to get a better view of your face.

“Sometimes it’s hard, Kyojuro.” You creak out.

“What is My Flame?” He responds, hand coming to cup your face.

“I scare myself. I tell myself I’m not allowed to feel enjoyment in life. I feel guilty each time. The time we first kissed, I felt that guilt wash over me. I thought I was going to be sick. I was ashamed in myself for enjoying it. Wanting more. Wanting you.”

You couldn’t look him in the eye. Shame burning through your core.

“It’s silly of you to think that way Little Flame. You’re alive but you’re choosing to act as if you’ve passed on. You can’t live in a shadow of the past. Progress doesn’t get made that way.”

“You’re right, but I’m still opening that udon shop, to honor them.”

“I’ll be right next to you every step of the way.” A small smile forms on your lips.

“That reminds me, I know of a better taste tester.” You tease.

He laughs, “and who is better than me to be your taste tester.”

“Kanroji.” You say matter-of-factly.

“You may have a point there.” He laughs, pulling you close against his chest, “let’s try and get some sleep before nightfall.”

He nestles his head in the crook of your neck, both of you falling asleep in each others arms.

[jeanneshifting]

Me in some of my new fantasy DRs

✧genshin impact✧

an ordo favonius knight living best life in mondstadt

✧fantasy dr✧

a treasure seeker that explores the world with a group of friends

✧perfect world✧

healer and the herb merchant in the capital city of my race (tellus city)

✧demon slayer✧

a demon slayer with flower breathing style and a tsuguko of shinobu

[helloescapist]

Averted Eyes

Word Count: 2152

Setting: Shinazugawa Sanemi x gn!reader; SFW; short

Content Warnings: mentions of nonconsensual groping [not by Sanemi], gaslighting, language

Summary: a recent victim of Masao Maeda's uniform repairs, you had longed to see Sanemi once again, but not like this.

[not my art, credit goes to the artist!]

Eyes trained to the floor, doing your best to ignore the murmurs of those you passed. Shame clear on your features, head bowed to the point that your chin dipped to your collar bone.

Doing your best to fight back the tears that threatened to spill at a moment’s notice. Your hands glued to your hem, tugging urgently despite knowing that it would in fact… not budge. You could feel the blush tint your cheeks, burn at your ears, and the sob scour your throat as you fought it back. Long hallways ebbed in wood, carefully articulated furniture, wealth barely over looked in expensive vases and composed flower arrangements, the kakushi that passed you pressing their foreheads together, whispers of yet another unfortunate victim of the scum glasses before disbursing back to their tasks. A few openly gawked at your state, their eyes betraying their lust while others scoffed believing that you had intentionally fallen for such a vulgar trap as a means of climbing your way up the corps hierarchy. Your feet feeling hollow as though you were chancing their accusations. Discussions of your raise of rank, hushed mumbles passed amongst the corps at your quick accession Mizunoto to Mizunoe, discussions that you had garnished a Hashira’s attention as of late, a rumor you had assumed, but that hadn’t diminished the gossip. Mizunotos and kakushi alike eager to complain over your rank title, especially if the rumors of your position raise to Tsuguko had any merit. The very reason you were at the main estate today, much to your ill-ease. It was as if all of your own abilities, your training, efforts, and time had meant absolutely nothing to them to begin with, and now… this.

                Tugging anxiously at the hem of your modified uniform. It’s paneling noticeably snugger than your peers. The open chest leaving little to the imagination, the shorts revealing as much leg as seemingly possible. The smallest bend of your waist liable to provide quite the show, and more propellant to the rumors. The visibility of hips in every step, you could eel the tinge of your ears and the nausea in your stomach. No matter how much you attempted to tug on the hem, it just wouldn’t budge. In fact, you were beginning to suspect that the uniform had its own petty intentions, seeking revenge by growing shorter and shorter with each nag. Doing your best to clasp files to your chest, which as now open. The sewing measurements adjusted Pinned at the collar, but somehow perfectly sewn to leave the opening from your collar to your navel exposed, any swift movement could cause the doom of a uniform malfunction… if this wasn’t already considered one. You should have known better. From your first joining of the corps shortly after passing the final selection, you had come across hearsay of a certain devious kakushi. Reported accounts of the scum glasses praying on naïve members regardless of gender or identification. If the object of his desires had claimed his attention, then they were in danger of uniform modifications at the first proposed opportunity. Never had you considered you would be on the receiving end of such adjustments or notice, and at the time he had presented you your uniform, ugh, the thought making you sick.

When you had turned your uniform in for repairs, a recent encounter against a especially volatile demon having tarnished their appearance, you had noted that the kakushi who accepted your request was different than your usual clothier. When you had inquired where your usual caretaker was, the kakushi had simply adjusted his large round glasses, pushing them up higher on the bridge of his nose with a light smile, insisting that they had been far too behind on work, and that his assistance was brought on by generosity to aide his peer. Fought back the confusion that something felt… off about the encounter when you had turned over your uniform, your retreat quickly blocked by the kakushi. His black eyes focused in on you, as he bore a forced smile. “Ah, my sincerest apologies, but your measurements?” When you had asked if there were any way for him to acquire your measurements from the usual clothier, he had quickly dismissed it with the wave of his hand. Garnishing his measurement tape as fast as a whip, and pinning you between the door frame. “I could, however, it would rather burden them, and I would like to return your uniform as soon as possible.”

                Through wrinkled nose, you had accepted that… you really had no reason to refuse his request. This was after all, his job… right? Dutifully, you had bit back the bile, told yourself that he had not in fact, thrown your old uniform in the waste bin—it wasn’t that beyond repair. No, no, he had just put it to the side. Attempted to convince yourself that, your recent run in with rumors had made you paranoid. There was nothing suspi—felt the urge to slap the clothier as his held felt far higher on the in-seam than you had recalled in past measurements. You had suffered it as long as you could, bidding him farewell at the first opportunity of the door opening to another kakushi entering the room. Quick to flee, knowing that if you had stayed a moment longer, you would strike an innocent man simply doing his job.

Upon picking up the supposed to be mended uniform, you were met with the reality that your uniform had in fact, been disposed of. In trying on the uniform, the same kakushi who had performed the new measurements, glowed his praise. Reassured you that the new fit was perfect, an absolute vision. The length growing quick on realization, “this is it?” You had asked, horrified as you began to tug.

                The growing annoyance on the kakushi’s face evident despite his concealed features. His brows drawn defensively. “[LN], this is the standard uniform for the higher ranks. Just like Himejima, Kanroji, and Shinazugawa before you, you now have the honor of bearing this upper tier uniform.” There was something in the way that he sighed, as though you should have been aware of the honor that the adjustments implicated. You had after all met two of the mentioned Hashira. Kanroji’s own uniform making an impression, but it was true, even Shinazugawa’s adjustments were… confident. S-surely, from there, it was a flurry of words. Some you could barely catch while you had been considering the upper rank slayers before your time. The kakushi’s voice sounded edge and defensive, as he sputtered out something to the extent that you had in fact, greatly over thought this, and were ungrateful for the opportunity to bare the necessary uniform for your rank. Quickly gathering his things, and high tailed it out of there, his retreat reminding you little more than a cockroach scuttling off after a successful plunder.

Stupid, you had thought shamefully to yourself as you attempted to bow your head even lower. Your heightened instincts had murmured caution, sent off wave after wave of warning signals, and yet, you had allowed yourself to be deceived. Talked into wearing a uniform that was very clearly, inappropriate, and unnecessary. As though you were meant to be some sort of obscured shunga painting. The realization thundering your heart as footsteps echoed behind you. Loud and heavy, few members of the corps dared to parade around the estate in such a rude manner. The slight peek over your shoulder confirming your suspicions. The tuft of thick white hair, as expressive and widespread as a camellia that filled your view. Not right now, you internally groaned. Picking up your pace, turning left followed by a right, taking any evasive maneuvers at their earliest opportunity. The now footsteps sounding like a tremble of earth that pounded the wooden planks of the flooring behind you. No, no no, you whispered internally to yourself. Not like this.  Biting your lip as you squeezed your eyes together.

                The howl of frustration evident on his words, “What the hell is your problem?” His voice like thunder, enraged and irritable. As though drums that bellowed against the mountains. The firm grasp of his strong hands as he yanked your shoulder backwards.

                N-Not like this. You had wanted to see him again. Lilac wide eyes the faintest shade of wisteria beneath a curtain of thick eyelashes, now drawn to a scowl. You had wanted to see him. Drawn to him from the moment you had met him in the mountains. Pinned in against a rock and a hard place, he had wasted no time coming to your assistance. Slashing his forearm without consideration to his own well-being—tossed himself into the fray, allowing you the opening to terminate your target. When you had offered lining of your torn uniform to, having already accepted that it was a part of the scrapped material beyond repair, he had shaken you off. Snipping something as though such an abrasion were enough to do him in. An irritable scoff, hiding behind scars that marred his face like a mask, pretending that he did not war a blush as he ripped the fabric from your fingers before kneeling down before you. His battle trained prowess made him heightened, aware that your calf had been seared into. He was awkward, masking his sincere care with abrasive speech, and aggressive manners, but the gesture could not be concealed. The lack of a scar left on your calf due to his care. You had longed to see him, but… not like this. The state of your dress bearing full shame convinced that you were at fault for your appearance, the tears trembled down your cheek as your large eyes glazed up at his own.

                “W-What the hell?” he sputtered. A few more scars had been added to his cheeks, followed down the line of his arm. Your eye drifting to the one gash he had earned on your behalf. The tears only growing stronger as he withdrew his hand from you. It had been a moment of pitiful remarks on his end—Sanemi certainly did not handle crying well. “D-damn it, stop would you!” He had yelled. Taunt muscles that had strained as though a cat pulling away from water, his eyes fell to your state of appearance. The blush emitting through harsh words. The apologetic mumble you had offered reaching his ears as you shyly tugged, doing your best to coil into yourself. Making it apparent that you humiliated by your uniform.

                Through flooded tears, you could make the soft subtle smell of musk, the hint of floral notes and citric orange peel, the warmth of cloth pressed against your head, wrapped around you firmly, fabric bearing down on your shoulders. A callous hand awkwardly smoothing the fabric over your hair, concealing you from sight. The hiss of a growl, “Piss. OFF,” snarled at passing mizunoto, who scurried away in a panic. The wind hashira was renowned for his temper, but something about this situation seemed especially dangerous. None willing to risk incurring his wrath by sticking around. Through soft sobs, realizing he no longer uttered bitter remarks about your tears, you glanced up at him. Aware that he had pinion you against the wall, in a protective stance. Glaring at anyone who might dare to glimpse at you. The cloak of his hashira uniform folded around you, concealing you from sight. Trembling amethyst eyes fighting for something to look at—anything but you, you had realized. The spread of a blush that touched his scars, danced across his neck, and trailed down his—“J-just put it on damn it.”

                Ah! Right, quickly capturing yourself in the scent that you could only compare to spring, you cocooned yourself in his generosity, growing more and more aware of the spread of his back, allowing you room to adjust yourself as necessary without fear of prying gazes. “Shinobu.”

                “hm?”

                “Your costume, dumbass,” he hissed. Still refusing to meet your eye as he guided you forward. Cautious not to make contact with you as his demanding presence thankfully cleared the way down the hall way. He would lead you to Shinobu. Her work in the Butterfly Mansion had guaranteed her consistent interactions with the kakushi; on top of her medical capabilities, he would ensure that that slimy scum glasses had not left a physical mark, making a note of the emotional blemishes that were evident in the cautious way you held his cloak around your shoulders. The route was cleared, mizunoto and kakushi stumbling from his sight as quick as they could manage. Like bugs off to spread disease in the way of rumors, he would leave you in Shinobu’s care. Where she could secure you a change of clothes, uniform or not, who gave a damn, and then…

  I’ll kill him.