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fatkish · 2 months ago

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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.

#shinobu x reader #giyuu x reader #tomioka giyu x reader #tengen x reader #sanemi x reader #obanai x reader #mitsuri x reader #gyomei x reader #kyojuro x reader #muichiro x reader

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meowmeowgrrrl123 · 6 months ago

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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

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slayfics · 2 years ago

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Muichiro’s Mansion

Muichiro x Reader series

Muichiro decides it’s time you start going on missions with him.

Chapter 7

Muichiro had been gone for two days now and you were sure he’d return soon. You had picked out some new plants for the house to replace the dead ones, since you decided they were too far passed to nurse back to life. You also made sure to train extra hard like he asked you to do.

You were sitting down eating when you heard the front door open and Muichiro enter.

“Welcome back Master Tokito!” You said with a smile.

"That smells good.” He said, commenting on the food you had just finished making.

“There is plenty more if you’re hungry.” You replied, and Muichiro sat down to eat with you.

“How was the mission?” You asked, wanting to know what kind of demon he had encountered.

“Simple. Just some minor demons to take care of and some scared Kanoto ranks to save. It’s a wonder they made it this far. That demon was child’s play. They should have been able to handle it without a Hashira.” He stated. “I want you to come with me on my next mission.”

“Really??” You couldn't help but let the excitement show on your face. Your first mission together. This must mean he had felt you were getting stronger. Even if it was just a simple lower rank demon you two would go against, this meant he trusted you and your abilities finally. The thought of being able to accompany Tokito by his side as his Tsuguko gave your stomach butterflies.

“Yes, I think you are more than capable.” He said, as he finished scarfing down some food. “Also, before I forget I passed a village on the way back and brought you this.” He said holding out a hair pin with beautiful flowers on the end. “That is your favorite color right?”

“Yes, it is.” You said grabbing it from his hand unsure of what to say. Muichiro hardly remembered anything, so the fact that he remembered your favorite color and stopped to pick something out for you was leaving you dumbfounded. You weren't sure what to say, or how to feel. You stared at the hair pin in your hand trying to figure out the right words.

“Do you not like it?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“No that’s not it! I’m I- It's very beautiful thank you Tokito.” You finally managed to say. He grabbed it back from your hand and moved closer to you and gently placed it in your hair. He sat directly in front of you now, staring at you intently. You weren't sure what to do, it felt like when a cat climbs into your lap and you're afraid if you move or breathe it will get scared away. He stayed silent taking you in for a few moments before speaking again.

“We should get some rest. Training starts back up tomorrow at dawn. Once I get another mission, we will leave right away together.” He said getting up and starting to help clear the table. You stayed frozen for a few more moments still trying to process what had just happened. “Oh, were you not done eating?” He asked, seeing you still sitting down.

“Sorry I am!” You said getting up quickly and helping to clear the table.

"Also the plants look nice, thank you. I'll try to remember to water them this time." He said.

"I could also tend to them for you if you wish." You offered.

"Hmm.." He said and seemed to space off. "Yes... maybe that would be better. Goodnight.'' He said and left swiftly in the direction of his room.

You watched as he walked to his room leaving you alone in the room. You sat back down to try and process the events of the night, so much had changed it was dizzying.

Muichiro had brought you back a gift, remembered your favorite color, helped clean the table again, and he was offering to take you on missions. A warm smile found its way to your face as you realized your relationship with the Hashira was finally growing. For once you felt he might enjoy having you as his Tsuguko. You made your way back to your room feeling proud and happy for the first time in a long time.

It did not take long for Muichiro to be summoned to another mission. The next day in the middle of training a crow came to tell him of a demon lurking in the area he oversaw.

“Are you ready?” He asked. “I am!” You replied enthusiastically.

“Let’s go then.” He said and disappeared in the direction of the reported demon, and you followed behind as best as you could.

#kny x reader #kny x you #anime x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #anime x y/n #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x you #muichiro x reader #muichiro tokito #hashira x reader #mist hashira #kny x y/n #kny fanfic #muichiro x y/n #kny muichiro #muichiro’s mansion

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demonslayedher · 1 year ago

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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.

#kny fix it AU #I have so many Shinobu AUs #kocho shinobu #kochou shinobu #kochou kanae #kocho kanae

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meowzfordayz · 1 year ago

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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.

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If only I could save it all too.

#sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #shinazugawa x reader #wind hashira #one shot #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

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therantfairysblog · 2 months ago

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A beautiful candy and a little pin.

After his brother leave for heaven, the house turned even more gloomy. He was always getting yelled at for even a smallest matter.

"useless son, why are you even here. If you want to leave me like your stupid brother did, just do it"

The words sting and hurt so much. Every day, ever since his mother died, his father has turn into a different person. However, his brother's word to take care of their grieving father embedded deeply in his heart. Everyday he pray that his father will eventually heal. He know his father is a good man.

Aside from Kamado, his brother's fellow hashira and his other siblings, often come to visit. Kanroji and Iguro. The sweet Kanroji who was his brother's tsuguko and Iguro who was rescued by his father. Both of them were still so close to him eventhough they didn't trained with his brother in their home front yard like they always do anymore.

Sometimes he couldn't stop himself from crying. He was still a child. What his father did was unfair. He crying alone and when the two see them, they often asked him out and take him to lunch.

"Hey, Senjuro kun, there's a new sweet stall opened in the town, we want to go there, you want to join?" Kanroji come and trying to comfort him. Her sweet gesture and soft voice remind him of his mother, Senjuro couldn't stop his tears.

"....i...i need to cook for my father" he glance at the love hashira's smile.

"Then, I'll help you cooking, plus..." kanroji come closer and whispered, '...he'll do nothing to you when I'm here, didn't he? Anddd after that let's go to the town, me and Iguro san having an off day today too . It's perfect!"

Iguro just standing there watching the two having a talk. He feel for Senjuro, and that's prolly why he often visit him aside from the fact that he, deep down hoping that shinjuro will comeback to his sense. For him, Senjuro is a bit quite kid, a total opposite of his brother, Kyujuro but he definitely matured and very intelligent. He saw him as his little siblings that he want to protect.

....

The three watching a stall owner sculpting candy into a various shape, fishes, flowers, dragon etc , a unique and meticulous process that Iguro really love to watch. He glancing at Senjuro who equally as invested in it.

"it's beautiful isn't it? " iguro asked him.

"...yeah, its pretty, how could people do this? It's amazing" the two keep discussing and asking the seller about the process while kanroji excusing herself, to go to the nearest stall to buy some hairpin.

"The process that make things like this is what make it more beautiful and precious. It's need a whole lot of training" Iguro bought three of the candy, dragon shaped candy for him, lions candy for Senjuro and sakura flowers for kanroji.

Senjuro just keep listening. Iguro always has a nice words to convey, that he always looking forward to it.

"it's may difficult and take a lot of time, Senjuro, but a continued effort will never betrayed you in the end...i believe Shinjuro san will be out of his slump eventually especially with you by his side. " Iguro slightly smiled.

"Aww sorry you two, there's a lot of people there, i could only snatch these hairpin and this cute flower pins" kanroji coming with her little run showing off her hairpins. She give one of her flower pin to Senjuro.

"as a lucky charm, hehe, take it"

.....

Over the years, his relationship with his father seems to heal little by little, with many people helping , and Tanjiro who always looking up to him, he was able to communicate with his father better. His father has been mellow down a bit, redeeming himself, stopped drinking and dedicated his life by helping others.

Still, iguro words and kanroji sweet gesture remind fresh in his memory. He lost, yet another siblings and that sting but, their words and supporting gesture still freshly there in his memory.

Shinjuro keeping the pin Kanroji give him. ' a lucky charm, yes' his walk stopped at the candy store, with his eyes fixed on the amazing candy sculpting that the worker did. Senjuro smiled. 'Thank you, brother, send my regards to Iguro san and Kanroji san. I'm owing them a lot'

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #obanai iguro #mitsuri kanroji #rengoku senjuro #rengoku shinjuro #rengoku kyojuro #kny headcanons #kny fanfic #kny #brothers

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shycroissanti · 11 months ago

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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💖)

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny oc #Irina Gonshira #Kishin Yakuni #Satoshi Senomi #Takahiro Shinkirou #Liliya Gonshira #Sebastian Delyon #Sayuko Saki

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heyiwrotesomethings · 2 years ago

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salut j'espère que vous allez bien j'adore vos histoires de lecteur shinobu x et je voulais vous demander si vous pouviez faire une histoire de lecteur shinobu x fem où kanae n'est pas mort et shinobu a son vrai caractère et que pendant l'histoire, shinobu et le lecteur sa rivale pour voir qui est le meilleur tueur de démons ou juste le meilleur dans l'ensemble, qu'ils se taquinent constamment mais que shinobu a toujours une longueur d'avance sur le lecteur et que d'une manière ou d'une autre ils finissent en couple à la fin (merci donc beaucoup si vous acceptez ma demande et sachez que vous êtes mon écrivain shinobu préféré <3)

You’re My (Sparring) Partner

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: I don’t know any French so I hope Google Translate didn’t let us down too bad. Quick plot introduction: Kanae lived, Shinobu’s her good ol’ grouchy self, and she and reader are always competing to see who is better. Some bumps in the path before they finally end up together because Shinobu is stubborn. Thank you for the request. Espérons que vous apprécierez! Word Count: 4,340

“I killed two demons last night.” (Y/n) shared with a bit of pride over breakfast that morning, subtlety looking over the rim of her cup at Shinobu as she drank, before putting the cup back down with a quiet click. “I made very clean cuts too, that’s what you said, right? Kanae-sama?”

A quiet laugh left Kanae’s lips before she nodded, “Yes, you certainly are improving. I’m very proud.”

Shinobu rolled her eyes, her teeth lightly grinding together before she added, “Well my record in one night is four. Two isn’t that impressive.”

“Oh yeah, well—“

“Shinobu, (Y/n), please no bickering at the table. It’s a little early to be playing this game, don’t you think?” Kanae sighed.

“It’s not a game, Neesan.” Shinobu refuted, matching (Y/n)’s glare.

This rivalry had been going on for years. Ever since Shinobu finally accepted that she wasn’t fit for Flower Breathing and decided to cultivate her own breathing style and (Y/n) had wormed her way in to train under Kanae as a Tsuguko, the spot that should have been Shinobu’s by all accounts. It had left the girl bitter and looking for just about any excuse to show (Y/n) how much better she was than her. Even now as a Hashira herself, she still hadn’t been able to quite let go of that initial disappointment and start a new chapter.

Of course, (Y/n) didn’t take Shinobu’s challenges sitting down. She had earned her spot within the Butterfly Estate, but the only one who remained unconvinced was the one person she wanted to impress almost more than the Flower Hashira herself.

Ever since (Y/n) had met Shinobu, she hadn’t thought of her as anything short of brilliant. She took every curve ball life had thrown her way and found a way to hit a home run every time. Not able to decapitate demons, she made a special poison that could kill them anyway. Not suited for the more mainstream breathing techniques, she created her own. Not to mention her speed and mastery over Total Concentration Breathing Constant was nothing to sneeze at either.

To be acknowledged and accepted by Shinobu was all she really wanted and she was willing to do anything to prove her worth. She would compete with Shinobu until she earned her respect.

“Yes, it’s a very serious matter, Master.” (Y/n) agreed, smirking at Shinobu’s scowl.

“Well then take it outside. You are making poor Kanao nervous and I’m sure the other girls don’t appreciate the hostility brewing between you two either.” Kanae said, motioning to the group of girls around the table who did indeed just wanted to eat their breakfast in peace.

“Fine.” Shinobu’s hands slapped against the table as she got up. “I could go for a spar, how about you? Or are you still too sleepy from being up past your bedtime?”

“I recall you waiting up to greet me last night. So I’m sure we have the same advantage.”

“As if I was waiting for you. I had questions for my sister about our medicinal ingredient supply shipments.”

They bickered and taunted each other, even nudging and shoving each other as they made their way out the door. Kanae gave another tired sigh.

“Why can’t those two just get along?”

***

Shinobu flung a wooden sword at (Y/n) who was luckily paying enough attention to catch it before it smacked her in the face and quick enough to immediately retaliate.

“Readysetgo!” Thwack!

It was a dirty tactic to begin a spar without allowing enough time to at least get in a proper starting stance, but Shinobu had anticipated the swipe and blocked it easily.

“Can’t even catch me off guard properly.” Shinobu taunted.

“Who said I trying to?” (Y/n) asked with faux innocence, blocking Shinobu’s counter strike, “I gave you fair warning. Did you feel like I was trying to catch you off guard? In that case, maybe I did catch you a bit off guard after all. My apologies.”

Shinobu sneered, then jumped back. With the weight behind Shinobu’s block gone, (Y/n) was suddenly pushing back against nothing but air. She stumbled forward as Shinobu advanced, turning sharply behind her, wooden sword already swinging towards its intended target.

(Y/n) had been burned by that little maneuver once before and she wasn’t going to give Shinobu the satisfaction of a second. She continued to fall forward, kicking her legs up into the air when her hands came in contact with the ground. She could feel the displacement of air roll over her back, Shinobu had followed through with her strike and missed!

With all the force (Y/n) could muster, she torpedoed on her palms, attempting to catch Shinobu’s face with her foot, but Shinobu quickly cocked her head to the side and dropped her sword to the ground so she could brace her hands at (Y/n)’s ankle and knee. With a smirk, she twisted (Y/n)’s leg, and kicked out (Y/n)’s arms from under her, forcing her to the ground completely.

Before (Y/n) could attempt to scramble to her feet, Shinobu planted her foot firmly to the center of her back.

“That was an entertaining little display.” Shinobu cooed. “Where did you pick that up from? Weird boar boy?”

“Just get off of me already.” (Y/n) groused, she attempted to hit Shinobu’s ankle, but was not quite flexible enough to do more than brush against the offending foot.

“I didn’t hear you say you concede.” Shinobu knelt down, one knee in the dirt by (Y/n)’s side, foot still on the disgruntled Tsuguko’s back. She cupped a hand around her ear and got in real close, “Say it nice and loud so I can hear you, okay?”

So humiliating! (Y/n) stormed through the mansion after her devastating defeat to lick her wounds in peace. Shinobu always seemed to be one step ahead of her! Of course she was a Hashira, more skilled and practiced than (Y/n) was, but as a Tsuguko to the Flower Hashira, she should be able to last more than five minutes with Shinobu in a spar!

“Hey, everything okay in there?” Kanae had knocked on the door, “I see Shinobu is gloating again.”

(Y/n) opened the door to let Kanae in. Then she flooped back down on her bed and sighed.

“Master, please don’t take this the wrong way, but can’t you train me any harder? Or at least teach me all of your sister’s weaknesses?”

Kanae giggled, taking a seat on the edge of (Y/n)’s bed, “I don’t think that would be very fair. She would be angry with me for weeks, maybe longer. She can sure hold a grudge. As for training, I can only teach you so much… especially now that I have these Mount Natagumo spider slayers that are in need of a rigorous medication program in order to return to normal. I just don’t have the time to train you any more strenuously than I already do.”

“Oh…” though (Y/n) was already laying flat against the bed, she somehow seemed to sink further with her mounting disappointment.

“But there is something we could possibly do while Shinobu and I work on healing the spider slayers.”

(Y/n) perked up a bit, “What?”

“Mitsuri, the new Love Hashira. We got to become aquatinted at the last meeting. She’s a very sweet girl. It would probably do you both some good to train together. It would give Mitsuri a jumpstart on teaching experience and you would get tutelage from another Hashira. Seems like a win-win, doesn’t it?”

“Can you really set that up, Kanae-sama?” (Y/n) was sitting up now, much more excited.

“I don’t see why not. I’ll write her a letter an ask her if she’s busy. She can stay with us for a couple of days and over see your training until the spider slayers are more obviously on the mend.”

“Thank you, Kanae-sama!”

Things might just start looking up! She’d show Shinobu just how strong she could become!

***

Mitsuri was very sweet, almost too sweet. If (Y/n) wasn’t such a well-disciplined Tsuguko, they wouldn’t have gotten anything done. But for as green of a Hashira as Mitsuri was, she was incredibly strong! Maybe even more so than Kanae. Her actual teaching could use work, but (Y/n) felt like she was learning a lot and it was only the first day of three that Mitsuri would be available. She was going to really give Shinobu a run for her money the next time they decided to cross swords. Speaking of,

“Kanroji-san, what are you doing here?” Shinobu had happened by an open door and heard (Y/n) laughing, looking up from the stack of patient files she had in her arms, she had not expected to find her sparring with Mitsuri of all people.

“Oh, hi Shinobu!” Mitsuri loosened her hold on (Y/n) to wave at Shinobu, “Kanae asked me to help pick up on (Y/n)’s training while you guys are working hard with all of your new patients. I’d say things are going pretty well so far!”

“Surprise attack!” (Y/n) tried to pull Mitsuri to the ground. Mitsuri bent forward a little bit, but mostly stood her ground.

“Hey!” Mitsuri giggled, quickly switching the hold to put (Y/n) on the ropes instead, tickling (Y/n)’s sides to make her laugh and beg for mercy.

Shinobu wasn’t sure what it was, but she was not a fan of this new development. (Y/n) never laughed with her like that when they sparred… and why would she! Shinobu didn’t give a damn beyond adding another win to the score board. But they did look like they were having fun… getting along so quickly after only just meeting too… ARGH!

“Try not to go too hard on (Y/n), Kanroji-san. She’s fragile.”

(Y/n) gave Shinobu an annoyed look, “I am not. Kanroji-san can be as rough with me as she needs to be if I’m ever going to be a Hashira one day too.”

“That’ll be the day, won’t it?” Shinobu grumbled.

“I’m sure you’ll make a great Hashira one day (Y/n)! It would be so nice to get to see you more often.” Mitsuri beamed.

“That would be great!”

“That would be great.” Shinobu mocked under her breath as she walked away, the sound of the other girls laughter grating against her ears.

When she re-entered the infirmary and slammed the papers down on the table, Kanae looked up and observed her sister.

“What has you all broody?”

“I’m not broody.”

“If you say so…”

Kanae refocused her attention to the wiggly spider slayer in her arms. It was hard getting them to swallow their medication without giving them her full attention.

“Why didn’t you ask me to help (Y/n) with her training?” Shinobu suddenly spoke up after a few minutes.

“Hm? I figured you would rather do literally anything else. Besides, you’re helping me take care of all these new patients… Did you want to help (Y/n)?”

“No.” Shinobu answered hurriedly. “I just don’t think she and Mitsuri are taking the training seriously is all.”

Kanae looked at Shinobu from the corner of her eye and took note of her disgruntled expression. Such a cute, pouty frown. Kanae moved in to the next patient, a smile growing across her face as a sense of clarity came over her. She wondered just how long her stubborn little sister could hold out before her jealousy overtakes her pride.

Apparently the very same day.

“Kanroji-san, her stance is all wrong, see?” Shinobu had butted in between the two of them after Kanae had sent her off to eat lunch, but of course she could not simply walk past Mitsuri and (Y/n) when she had noticed (Y/n) stance was so blatantly off-balance.

“Oh! I guess you’re right Shinobu.” Mitsuri agreed.

“Stand with your feet further apart.” Shinobu mumbled, kicking (Y/n)’s foot further out, then twisting (Y/n)’s waist and adjusting the way she held her arms up and her grip around the practice sword.

Honestly, (Y/n)‘s stance was perfectly acceptable without Shinobu’s knit picking, but Shinobu had to find some excuse to put space between (Y/n) and Mitsuri. Why that was? She didn’t dwell on an answer.

“There, you feel that pull?” Shinobu asked and (Y/n) blinked back to life, having had gone somewhere else as Shinobu had gently pushed her body into place.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I feel it.”

“Good.”

Shinobu looked for every opportunity she could to step in. Only stopping when Kanae came looking for her and scolded her for letting Aoi’s lunch for her grow cold. She did end up eating with (Y/n) and Mitsuri though, which was good because… well, just because!

She squeezed between them at the table, getting gradually more annoyed as they talked over her head. She did manage to find one way to get (Y/n) to remember she was sitting right beside her.

“You have rice on your face.”

She reached out to brush her thumb over (Y/n)’s chin, coming away with a couple grains of rice.

(Y/n) blinked and subconsciously lifted her hand to her chin where her skin still tingled from Shinobu’s brief touch, “Oh… thanks.”

“You two are so cute!” Mitsuri sighed dreamily, “How long have you guys been together?”

Both (Y/n) and Shinobu’s heads snapped towards Mitsuri.

“We are not together!” They shouted in unison, startling Mitsuri.

“Ehh, really? I could have sworn… Just they way you two acted around each other today, I thought you might be a couple. I’m sorry if I made it awkward.”

“I’d rather cut off my own hands.” Shinobu scoffed, then she was startled by a heavy thump beside her as (Y/n)’s fists hit the table.

“Do you really have to go that far?” (Y/n) hissed, shooting up to her feet, “I’m so sorry the idea of being with me sounds so awful to you that you’d rather mutilate yourself. If you really hate me that much, then why don’t you leave me the fuck alone!”

“Well, you don’t exactly make it easy, do you?” Shinobu snapped back before she could think better of it, as was the risk being as hotheaded as she tended to be. She regretted it very soon after.

“All I ever wanted was for you to acknowledge me, to praise me just once instead of shooting me down. I thought competing with you was the only way to make you see me, but it only seemed to make things worse between us.”

She quickly rubbed beneath her eyes to catch any stupid tears that slipped over her resolve.

“Well, I know now that it will never happen so I’ll stay out of your way as long as you stay out of mine. And that means quit budging in on my training with Mitsuri!”

(Y/n) took Mitsuri by the arm and Mitsuri gave Shinobu an apologetic look, taking the rest of her plate with her as (Y/n) dragged her off.

“That probably couldn’t have gone worse if you tried.”

Shinobu snapped her attention to the other set of doors that lead outside. They slid open to reveal Kanae, who simply waltzed in as if she hadn’t been eavesdropping pretty much the whole time.

“What does it matter?” Shinobu spoke sharply, “I’ll finally have some peace around here.”

“You could have had a perfectly peaceful three days while Mitsuri was keeping her busy, but you couldn’t even last one without her.”

“Oh great, you thought we liked each other too, didn’t you?”

“If you would stop getting in your own way for a minute, you’d know it’s true. You two have always been trying to prove yourself to each other in some way, just not always the best way. Like it or not, you are each other’s drive to do better.”

Shinobu opened her mouth to argue, but Kanae have gave her a warning look before continuing on,

“I hope you two will realize your being silly and work this out before too long. If anyone here really needs peace from your overstayed rivalry, it’s me,” she teasingly ruffled Shinobu’s hair, “For now, I need your help back in the infirmary.”

With an annoyed grunt, Shinobu followed Kanae back to the infirmary. All the while she ranted within her mind. Everyone in this mansion was delusional. The only feelings she had for (Y/n) were ones of annoyance. But when she passed by the open door near the infirmary again and saw (Y/n) and Mitsuri cuddled up together in the grass, her heart betrayed her mind by pounding against her chest. Almost as if to burst right between her ribs and flop in the grass until it finally reached its destination. If Shinobu wouldn’t go to (Y/n), it would reach her on its own.

“Keep walking, Shinobu~” Kanae lightly warned, “If you want your peace, you must leave them be.”

Shinobu grit her teeth and continued off to the infirmary despite her heart’s protests. This is what she wanted, her heart would just have to deal with it.

***

The healing of the spider slayers was going much slower than anticipated. To Shinobu’s very much internal dismay, Kanae had asked Mitsuri if she could stay just a few days more, maybe a whole other week. For a moment, Shinobu thought things would finally go back to normal because Mitsuri simply couldn’t get anymore time away, but then Kanae suggested she take (Y/n) with her to keep training her until the spider slayers were closer to being cured.

To Shinobu’s dismay, both Mitsuri and (Y/n) found the idea favorable and the left together sometime that afternoon when Shinobu was busy making more stupid spider medicine.

“You seem to be grinding those herbs extra hard,” Kanae had noted, “I’m sorry, had I known you wanted to see them off, I would have come to get you, but you wouldn’t want to miss out on any peace and quiet, wouldn’t you?”

Damn her, Shinobu thought. It didn’t matter if she got to see (Y/n) off or not. She’d be back before she knew it, and in a way she was right, but not in the way she wanted to be.

Only two nights after (Y/n) had left with Mitsuri, she was being carried back in by the frantic Hashira that had taken her, bloody and unresponsive.

“I’m so sorry, Kanae!” Mitsuri cried, “I got distracted during the mission and didn’t notice right away that (Y/n) had been lured into an ambush pursuing a fleeing demon. She fought them off as long as she could before I could get to her, but… I feel awful! I didn’t know what to do, will she be okay?”

“Sit, Mitsuri,” Kanae soothed, “you got her here as fast as you could, that’s what matters. Let me take it from here—“

Shinobu pushed passed Kanae to (Y/n)’s cot, “This isn’t the time for talk, we need to get to work, now!” She demanded angrily.

“Shinobu,” Kanae warned, “if you want to help, you have to calm down. You won’t do her any good if you let your brashness cut corners.”

Shinobu continued to peer down at (Y/n)’s battered body and try as she might to quiet her boiling rage to a simmer, she could not. She was furious. Furious at the demons, even Kanae and Mitsuri to a lesser extent, but most of all she felt angry with herself. If she wasn’t so attached to her pride and stubbornness, maybe none of this would have happened. Maybe her last words to (Y/n) wouldn’t have been so harsh. What if she died before Shinobu could apologize?

“Shinobu, leave.” Kanae made the difficult call upon seeing her sister’s wide-eyed distress, but Shinobu shook her head, refusing to let go of (Y/n)’s hand.

Kanae exhaled sharply, there was no time for this. She wasn’t going to lose her Tsuguko because of her sister’s guilty hovering.

“Shinobu,” the harsh tone made Shinobu flinch, “out. I promise to let you back in once I’ve administered proper care. Mitsuri, take her out with you please.”

Shinobu numbly allowed Mitsuri to lead her away, keeping her eyes on (Y/n) until a Kakushi closed the door behind them. Unwilling to stray any further, Shinobu slid to the ground opposite the infirmary, and waited. Straining her hearing for any hint of what was going on beyond the door.

“You care about her a lot,” Mitsuri spoke up softly after a few long minutes of silence, “why haven’t you told her?”

If that wasn’t the million dollar question… Shinobu kept silent.

“Well, don’t worry. Kanae is going to get her all fixed up and then you can tell her all the things you wanted to say, okay?”

What did Mitsuri know? Shinobu thought bitterly. Shinobu saw that gash on her forehead, that deep wound in her belly, no one could say with one hundred percent certainty that (Y/n) would recover from this.

“You should practice what you want to say.” Mitsuri said, hoping to distract Shinobu from her dark thoughts, “I’ll talk through it with you, if you want. I’m rooting for you guys.”

Part of Shinobu wanted to tell Mitsuri to mind her own business, but she really did need the help if she was going to go through with this properly. So she took a deep breath, and took a step in the right direction.

When Kanae came out of the infirmary hours later, Shinobu and Mitsuri rocketed up from the floor and before they could bombard Kanae with questions, she held up her hands and said,

“She’s going to be okay. You can go see for yourselves.”

And when Shinobu rushed to (Y/n)’s side, she definitely did look better already. Blood washed away, wounds expertly stitched, clean bandages and clothes. Shinobu hunkered down in the chair by her bedside, scooting it as close to the bed as she could before taking (Y/n)’s hand and holding between her own.

Kanae smiled and shook her head. It was a very rude awakening, but at the very least Shinobu was heading in the right direction now. She went to rest knowing (Y/n) would be well looked after.

***

When (Y/n) awoke, the harsh light burned her eyes so she quickly shut them as soon as she opened them. Her body felt heavy and stiff. She couldn’t even wiggle her fingers. Well, none on her left hand anyway. She couldn’t remember the demons doing anything that would warrant a cast over her hand, but there was too much going on to process every injury fully, she imagined. It was weird how warm and sweaty the cast had made her hand though. It was a little uncomfortable.

(Y/n) tried to flip to her side instead of laying flat on her back, but found she was too weak to do it and groaned quietly. The ‘cast’ around her hand constricted in a light squeeze and a soft voice hushed her. Kanae, she assumed. Kanae must be with her, holding her hand. That made sense. Oh, her poor Master. It must have been hard to see her like that.

She tried to open her eyes again, blinking several times before she could even hold a squint. Though her vision was still a bit blurry, it was clearly not Kanae by her bedside. No, it was… was it really Shinobu?

“(Y/n), you’re awake.” Shinobu sounded so relieved that (Y/n) wasn’t so sure she had actually woken up.

“You’re holding my hand.” She blurted. No filter with her head injury apparently.

“Do you want me to stop?” Shinobu asked awkwardly, no bite whatsoever, nor true embarrassment at getting caught. She just seemed… shy, maybe a little uncertain.

“No… it’s fine.” Though she would have liked to air out her hand a little, she didn’t want to risk Shinobu getting offended and breaking whatever spell had come over her.

“I, I have a lot I need to say to you. Will you hear me out?”

Though (Y/n) was nervous, she nodded, managing to free her fingers to wrap them over Shinobu’s hand that cradled her own beneath the other. Shinobu took in a shaky breath, than began as she and Mitsuri had practiced.

***

One Month Later

“You aren’t back to full strength yet, don’t be so discouraged.” Shinobu spoke softly to (Y/n) as she helped her up from the cushy training room floor.

“But still,” (Y/n) pouted, hugging Shinobu and looking for further comfort once she was on her feet again, “I wanna beat you just once, is that so much to ask for?”

“Put those puppy eyes away. We both know you wouldn’t be satisfied if I just let you win.” Shinobu said, rubbing (Y/n)’s back.

“No, it would still be satisfying. The only real reason you won’t let me win is because you’re too proud of your flawless record of beating me to the ground.”

“Don’t say it like that.”

“But it’s truuue.” (Y/n) nuzzled her nose into Shinobu’s neck, making her laugh, “kiss me and make me feel better?”

“I guess I can give you that much.”

Shinobu coaxed (Y/n)’s face out of her neck with her hands on either side of her face and brought her in for kiss. She had only meant for it to be a short one, but (Y/n) had made it difficult to want to pull away, not that Shinobu really minded all that much. Not until she found herself suddenly pinned to the ground at least.

“I win!” (Y/n) grinned.

“No you don’t,” Shinobu frowned, “this wasn’t a match.”

“I didn’t actually say I forfeited, remember? This match is still on, baby!”

“Then my position still stands, you haven’t won anything yet,” Shinobu struggled against (Y/n)’s hold until she was nearly red in the face, but still she didn’t budge, “don’t you know cheaters never prosper?”

“All is fair in love and war, my dearest Shinobu.” (Y/n) giggled. “Are you gonna forfeit yet?”

Shinobu snuck her hands up (Y/n)’s back, making her shiver, she chuckled darkly, the same competitive glint in her eyes as always as she pulled the her girlfriend down to her lips.

“You wish.”

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Y/N wasn't your typical demon, actually, they were one of Muzan's offspring. A cross between human and the fucking demon king. Safe to say they were in his presence at almost all time, that was until Y/N was "killed" by a slayer. In reality this was part of their recently awakened blood demon art. Their blood art prevented Muzan from reading their mind and causing very real hallucinations to occur when they make contact with their victim. Escaping their father was top priority, as the experimentations he had put his offspring through were less than pleasant. From being thrown into the sun and getting half cooked to being forced to feed off all ages of people, it was hell.

The close monitoring of Y/N's every move was making them insane. The half human in them kept them sane.

Once spacing the demon king, Y/N found little use for themself, being half demon didn't help when you had to travel in the sun. But through all the trouble and hardships, they found their way to being recruited as a demon slayer and eventually the Tsuguko to the sound hashira due to their "flashy" nature, his words not mine. Now that Y/N was free from their father's control they have decided to take it easy as their life as a demon slayer. Hiding in plain sight from both Muzan and the Demon Slayer corps as they continue on with their life like any normal person, or demon in their case. But even if they were free Y/N couldn't help but feel lonely, knowing that they were the only one to have a secret as big as theirs.

That was until they met the tall and brooding teenager going by the name Shinazugawa Genya.

They smelt the demon blood in him, it wasn't even that hard either. The two teens soon quickly became friends, and Y/N was estatic about it. Never had they ever had a friend their own age, though Uzui and his wives were nice to them, it felt more like a teacher and student relationship. Not that Y/N would ever admit but the first time they met Genya they couldn't help but do a double take. His rough exterior attracted the softer Y/N in so many ways. The black haired demon was very awkward around Y/N at first, blatantly refusing to talk to them sometimes out of embarrassment. But as the weeks passed the teens became closer, both in friendship and something akin to desire blooming. When the time felt right Y/N decided to finally reveal their secret to the weaker demon.

The ordeal went better than expected. Genya was obviously startled at the sudden revelation, but also comforted in knowing that he wasn't the only demon with in the corps that was made to kill their kind. As time passed the demons' relationship grew larger, Genya had even developed a quite apparent crush on the fellow demon seeing as they trained together very often, which caused them to get in promiscuous positions every now and then leaving him blushing. These actions always make him quit training a early so he can go back to his room and whip out his cock. Humping his pillows, imagining it was Y/N's plush thighs he was fucking instead. He always came quick to the thought of Y/N, but that doesn't mean he doesn't make himself cum 2-3 more times from more scenarios he could make up for the two. And Y/N was innocent either, their own desire for Genya flowered. The tall male just made Y/N's heart throb, he was their age and kind to them. And never having experienced love before Y/N was hesitant to express their feelings, terrified that Genya wouldn't feel the same way. Ever since Genya's crush became more profound he couldn't help but be more horny in his movements and actions, wanting to impress Y/N and show his dominance.

Even hinting in his words that the two should get some alone time, but with Y/N being slightly dense and not having experienced anything like that, he was always met with an innocent response.

At this point his lust for Y/N was too strong for his hormonal teenage body to stand. There was one time Y/N backed up into him while training and he couldn't help grabbing them by the hips and pulling them against his own, almost grinding on them but stopped himself. Leaving quickly as to not let them see the tent in his pants, Y/N standing there rightfully confused that the now fleeing Genya. That night he had a particularly long session of imaging what Y/N could do to him.

But soon his wishes would be granted. One day while training, both Y/N and Genya's bodies were moving in a quick rhythm as their wooden swords clashed against each other. Sounds of wooden clacking and scrapping filled the small clearing in the secluded forest, leaving them in a private space as to not bother others while training. One final time Their swords met and Genya just happened to overpower Y/N's swing. Swiping his sword in a downward motion caused Y/N's to be pushed to the ground and pinned under his sword. His body also moved to pin them to the ground, as his lower half kept theirs to the ground and his arms caged their top half.

Panting, and clearly out of breathe, the two exchanged a look. Y/N's now discarded sword laid beside them, Genya taking the chance to pull a slightly cringey move. Quickly adjusting his hands on the sword he brought it to lodge itself in the dirt beside their face. They flinched at the sudden movement but eventually huffed at the move pulled. Lying limp under the tall and brooding male that kept their soft body pinned to the ground.

Genya leaned down to be level with Y/N's face, grinning. “I win." His words made Y/N whine out in faux sorrow. but quickly giggling, finding the situation funny. Their body started to feel sore from being pushed against the ground, some small rocks deciding it would be a good time to lodge themselves into their back. They looked back up at the ravenette, his eyes grazing their body, but they waited a moment, confused why he hasn't moved off of them yet and the look he just gave them. Just as they were finally about to ask him to get off of them, something hard found it's way to poke at their ass.

"No way." Y/N gasped at the foreign feeling, but not an unwelcoming one. Genya's gave shifted to one of horror as he noticed that Y/N had noticed his raging hard on.

Want to quickly deescalate the situation he moved back a little bit, but Y/N's curiosity got the best of them and they shifted a little bit. A groan escaped Genya's chest, eyes opening wide in embarrassment as he slapped a hand over his mouth. The noise he produced made something inside Y/N light up, like a moth to a flame. They watched as they moved their hips against his again, the prettified expression combined with the furious blush on his face made him look so cute in their eyes. Wanting to hear more of his noise, Y/N took his hand from his face and held it in their own, before moving their hips up and down the now protruding length with their ass. He fit like the piece of the puzzle Y/N was missing. Lodged perfectly in the crook of their ass.

Genya's head threw back ass he let out a throaty gasp at the sudden pleasure Y/N brought him. "Ah, fuck, Genya couldn't help the way his hips started to move along with theirs. With a sudden boost of confidence, Y/N bunched the bottom of Genya's shirt up to watch his abs. The rhythm in which his hips rolled to match Y/N's own moment, made his abs clench and stretch with every roll.

The sight made something in them go feral, feeling their core start to heat up at the erotic display. The new feeling made Y/N squirm from their place under Genya, an actual whine eliciting from their throat. Now it was Genya's turn to go feral at the noises they produced. With impatient hands he moved his hand from Y/N's hold and down to his belt. He stumbled slightly when trying to unbuckle his belt.

Eventually he got it unbuckled and ripped the belt off, drool starting to pool in Y/N's mouth at Genya's desperation to continue their actions. Assisting him with shaky hands, Y/N placed a hand on his lower abs, dragging it down until it met the top of his pants. They looked up for approval, only meeting Genya's blushing face. He furiously nodded, accepting Y/N's offer with his predicament. The button of his pants quickly came undone, and once it did Genya shoved his pants down to free his erection. His cock slapped against his lower stomach at the sudden freedom, a short grunt escaping Genya at the cold air now encapsulating his dick. Y/N took a moment to observe Genya's little friend, well, not so little friend. The mushroom tip was already leaking as pearly beads slid down it. Prominent veins decorated the thick length, curly black hair adorned the base.

He gulped at Y/N's staring, eyes darting away, all of a sudden feeling self-conscious. His whole body jolted as something wrapped around his length. Y/N's hand brushed up it, before gently encasing around it. Though acting confident, their shaking hands gave them away. With pleading eyes, Y/N looked up at him. "Genya, please, they paused, taking a moment to choose their next words carefully, licking their lips, "I want you.”

Genya swallowed, their words lighting a fire in his lower stomach. Only one feeling slightly embarrassed when his cock twitched in excitement in Y/N's hand. "Of course Y/N." With no more words exchanged, he leaned his top half down to lay against theirs. His lips hastily finding theirs as they molded together, tongues quick to find each other. As they sloppily made out, Genya shifted both of their positions, pulling Y/N's body closer to his and moving their legs up on either side of his hips. Lifting his chest off theirs a little bit, he moved a hand to start unbuttoning their slayer uniform, a hand keeping their hips in place. Y/N still had their hand on his cock, now slowly stroking it.

With Y/N's uniform top now completely unbuttoned, it slid down to lay loosely around their body. Their cute chest now exposed to the hungry male. His eyes Turing predatory as he observed Y/N's now exposed chest. The hand not holding their hips down moved up to their chest, delicately cupping it. His hand was big and warm, making Y/N gasp into the kiss as he squeezed at their chest.

With their lips still moving against each other, Genya's hand unexpectedly pinched Y/N's nipple. A loud whimper was shot into the kiss as their back arched off the ground and into the big hand holding their chest. Trying their best, Y/N attempted to grind down on Genya, but the hand holding their hip held them down. The sloppy kiss was broken by Y/N shoving their face into Genya's shoulder as he continued his actions of pinching and squeezing on their sensitive nipples. Their hand moved away from his dick, their arms now wrapped around the males neck. He whined at the loss of the feeling of Y/N's hand. Wanting to see the now submissive demons face, Genya pushed the shivering Y/N away from his shoulder and into the ground. The feeling of his heart beat in his cock was prevalent as the fingers digging into his shoulders. When he pulled away he saw the disheveled look on Y/N's face, drool sliding down the side of their face and now down their neck.

Fuck, he couldn't bare to wait any longer. Y/N's adorable whines made him want to push them up against the nearest tree and breed them for hours, or at least until their throat went raw from crying out his name. The arms over his shoulder shifted slightly, before something tugged harshly on his hair. Now it was his turn to arch his back, the stinging feeling leaving his eyes teary and a deep groan to escape his chest. Looking down at Y/N he saw them slyly smirking up at him. He dove down to kiss Y/N again, this time more intense than the previous one. After a few moments of exploring each others mouth, they separated, leaving a long thick string of saliva to connect them. The string of saliva broke and landed on Y/N's face, making them flinch and go cross eyed at the goop of saliva that now later over the bridge of their nose.

Chuckling at the silly display, Genya brought a hand up to wipe the spit away. Y/N appreciated this, until she saw him slip the saliva covered finger into his mouth and lick it away. Their hole clenched around nothing at the view. His face showing a teasing expression at the blushing demon. Wanting revenge at his teasing, Y/N trailed a hand secretly down in between their bodies before…

"Oh fuck~!"

Genya whined out, the rough contact of their warm hand made him buck his hips into it. Y/N moved their hand at a speedy rhythm, to through the once dominant male for a loop as he doubled over and whimpered. Pre-cum leaked thickly from the tip of his penis and over Y/N's knuckles.

Genya, who had finally regained the slightest composure, wanted to give them a taste of their own medicine. He reached towards the buckle of their belt and skillfully took it off along with unbuttoning their pants. Without a care, Genya used some of that demon strength to literally rip off Y/N's pants, which made them yell a 'Hey!' at him annoyed. Caught in the moment of currently being jerked off by a warm hand and the recent adrenaline of training, he swiped their panties to the side and tested the waters by tapping a finger against their hole. Causing them to gasp out and tug at his hair.

Intertwining their fingers into the messy hair. A warm slick greeted his index finger. And soon he was plunging 3 fingers deep into Y/N as they moaned out his name. As the two teens fondled each other, night started to fall. Leaving the two bathed in only the glow of the setting sun, making the scene all the more intimate. Feeling his cock twitch in their hand, Y/N jerked a little harder than before as they watched his abs clench and him letting out a curse. Cum squirted out and onto Y/N's bare stomach, some flicking up and onto his own abs.

Y/N, who felt extremely close to the edge, did something that made Genya hard again. As his fingers continued the wrecked Y/N's hole, a hand came down from Genya's Mohawk to swipe some of the cum off their stomach, bringing it up to their lips to lap up the salty liquid, making eye contact with Genya as they did so. His eyes were now dark and clouded as he watched the scene unfold. Soon his cock came twitching back to life as Y/N's legs started to close around his hips as they were about to cum.

The warm hole wrapped around Genya's fingers tighten, leaving his fingers stuck in them as they came hard. Both at the feeling of his fingers curving up to hit their g-spot and the taste of his cum. Genya could feel the cum start to flow out of them and through his fingers, leaving a sticky mess in his palm. Genya pulled out his now drenched fingers once Y/N relaxed around them. Not wasting a second he pulled up Y/N's slightly limp body and layed them over a nearby log, hips high up in the air. He stood tall behind the bent over Y/N, stroking his cock in preparation for what was to come next. Two fingers came to thrust into their hole, making sure that they were properly stretched before Genya kneeled down and brought his hand back and quickly jerked his dick off, moving it down to graze Y/N's now leaking hole. Y/N gasped at the grazing touch, back arching as they tried to present themself more to the scarred male. Plush ass and thighs inviting the muscular teen to fuck them silly. Asking for consent to continue, he was met with a nod from Y/N's end, making eye contact with him and pleading from him to get inside them already. With no further waiting, he grabbed the slightly smaller teen by the hips and started to push the mushroom tip of his cock into Y/N. He was met with some resistance as this was clearly both of their first times. Their back arched in pain as Genya pushed past their hymen, one of the hands holding them up moved back to hold Genya's hand that was placed on their hip, comforted by the feeling of him.

Slowly, he continued to push deep into Y/N, pelvic bone finally meeting their ass. They had never felt so full, the stretch of Genya's cock made them want to be fucked like this every single day. The stretch was just so addicting. Y/N was able to feel every vein that grazed their walls, even being able to see a slight bulge in through their stomach where the tip of his dick pushed against their cervix.

Once the two accommodated to the new and extreme feeling, Genya drew his hips back a little, before pushing back into Y/N. This small movement elicited a moan from deep in Y/N, the feeling addicting. Just the sound alone was enough to make Genya continue his light thrusting, every time his hips met their ass they moaned out loud, no longer ashamed of being loud. He began to speed up, an obvious sound now present as their hips met. A loud Schlick ran though the air with a particular hard thrust. The thrust made Y/N arch their back and claw against the ground, drool starting to seep from the corners of their mouth.

Biting down on his lower lip to keep from moaning to loud, Genya started to thrust harder, a clap resonating through the forest clearing. Drool seeped from the corners of his mouth as he turned feral, his thrusts sloppy and uncoordinated. Every roll of his hips made Y/N melt into his touch, the feeling borderline heavenly. The grooves of Y/N's hole made him weak in the knees, but no matter how weak his knees felt he didn't stop thrusting hard into the submissive demon. Their bodies were drenched in sweat, both partially covered in cum as well. Feeling that knot starting to form in his stomach, he somehow got rougher, a white ring formed around the base of his dick from fucking Y/N's creamy hole. Slick coated every inch of his cock, the gooey white ring around it started to drip onto their thighs and down the log underneath them. He started to observe the body under him. Their back was arched in an almost painful looking way, shoulder blades tense. The recoil of their ass from his hips hitting it made him feel like he was going mad, as he stared when it bounced against him. Deciding to drape himself over Y/N, he kissed and licked at the back of their neck, leaving love bites in his wake. The new angle made him hit Y/N's g-spot, making them clench harshly around his thick length. The sensation made Genya growl lowly, savagely starting to suck on their neck leaving love bites all around. The knot in Y/N's stomach started to snap as the bit into their wrist, drawing blood.

Screaming through their now covered mouth their whole body shook as they came from Genya abusing their g-spot. A clear white liquid squirting out of their hole. His own breath hitched when Y/N's walls harshly clenched down on him, making him groan loudly before closing his teeth around the back of their neck, biting down hard.

Squealing at the pain, pleasure, and overstimulation, Y/N's arms gave out and their front half collapsed as Genya's hips never ceased to stop moving. Three more harsh thrusts and finally he was cumming inside them, the hot liquid making them feel strange. Coming down from both of their highs, gently, the twos faces found their way to each other, meeting in a gentle kiss. The rest of the night consisted of two new lovers resting and taking care of each other at the expense of their new found love.

BONUS:

Warm puffs of air hit Y/N's face, gently raising them from their peaceful slumber. They found themself wrapped in a pair of muscular arms. Turning to find the perpetrator, Y/N was met with the sleeping face of Genya. He look so serene, so Y/N gently leaned into press a kiss to his forehead, before snuggling back into his arms. As sleep started to deep into their mind, Y/N was rudely awaken by thundering footsteps and the sound of their bedroom door open. "Y/N WHERE WERE YOU FOR TRAINING-" Uzi was stop in his tracks, absolutely petrified by the scene in front of him. At the sound of the bedroom door slamming open, Y/N drearily looked up to see what was going on, still half asleep and a now awakening Genya beside them. Half lidded eyes explored to the room, that was until they shot open at the scene of their fumming mentor. A expression that can only be called mortified graces both the teens face at the sound hashira.

"H-hey Uzu-"

"WHAT THE FUCK-"

#Genya #Genya smut #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #smut #x reader #x y/n #genya x reader #genya x y/n #genya x you #Why are you reading these?

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kimetsu-chan · 11 months ago

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Hello! I was wondering if I could make a request, I hope you’ll be able to find this request in a good place, and please take your time! I’m also new to Tumbler, it’s terms and requesting as well! Though I have been reading fanfic for a while🙃 I was wondering if I could make a request for KIMETSU NO YAIBA? The character I specifically would like to request would be MUICHIRO TOKITO. I’ve requested a similar story for a different writer (But you could probably tell I’m impatient, but please take your time with this when you can get to it!)

The reader is a Hashira-specifically they filled in the role Rengoku had left after the he died

Before that, they were a Kinoto who was taken under the care of the Insect Hashira, and was her second Tsuguko along with Kanao.

(Reader) was picked for the Hashira role since they were a couple higher ranks than Kanao

Shinobu and (Reader) had a sibling relationship with each other. Shinobu had found (Reader) a couple years back in a forest, covered in dry blood and dirt all over themselves. No matter how much Shinobu pried at (Reader) they never told her where they were from, or what had happened to them the day Shinobu had found them.

(Reader) is around Muichiro’s age, and (Reader) tends to take after Shinobu a lot. Sometimes with her personality, Breathing style and more. Though (Reader) is their own person as well.

Though ever since (Reader) joined the Hashira, they seemed relentless when it came to bothering Muichiro. At least that’s how he saw it

Mind you, Muichiro is the only other person here who is working (Reader)‘s age-all they want is a friend!

In a way, you could say their relationship dynamic is like Shinobu’s and Giyuu’s

(Reader) always finds a way to at least bother Muichiro once, wether that’s when Muichiro is cloud gazing, and (Reader) is pacing around him while talking ecstaticly about their day. Or while their on a mission, and Muichiro sees them floating down to the ground right in front of him, elegantly landing in their tippy-toes (Think of the scene where Shinobu finds Zenitsu injured- Yeah that’s how Muichiro always sees (Reader) descending down)

When asking about his impressions about the other Hashira, Muichiro said that “(Reader)’s like a flower falling from a branch on a Blossom Cherry tree. They’re always so chatty too.”

Though one day, it felt strangely quiet for Muichiro. While he may have his head in the clouds 90% of the time, he felt like something else should be there, a sound or presence of some sorts- bothering him at all times. Though he couldn’t put a finger on it.. He shrugged it off and went about his day.

Muichiro was walking by when he saw (Reader) talking with three new Demon Slayers, one of them known for traveling with a Demon Girl… Muichiro’s eyes widened ever so slightly. Strange.. He felt this-twisting- feeling in his throat, like he could breath anymore. And his heart raced ever so slightly, accompanied by a burning feeling. This feeling.. Didn’t feel good. It felt prickly and sore, he wished for it to go away, as he remembered- That’s right! (Reader)! They haven’t bothered him- Not once all day! But- because of the new Demon Slayers?.. What’s so special about them? They’re just a bunch of Mizunoe’s.. He couldn’t see himself wasting his time by talking to them-So why would (Reader) do such a thing? Was he.. Jealous? No-no why would he be jealous? Over (Reader)? How childish! He scoffed to himself

Okay I’m going to stop writing here, sorry I tend to get a bit carried away😔 You can decide whether this be platonic or romantic, maybe both?😙 I hope you’ll be able to take this request, have a good day!

-Anon

~Unknown Feelings~

A/N: of course! And you know what, I would get on one knee for you anon, THANK YOU for making your request detailed :) hopefully this lives up to your expectations, I’m still learning so I apologize if it doesn’t in any way :)

This was written to be romantic

TWs: None, Mui bby is just jealous :>

[Last Name] [Name] and Tokito Muichiro. Not a duo many would expect. Since [Name] was so much like their sister, at first glance you wouldn’t bat an eye at them trying to befriend the air headed mist hashira. But one would assume they would give up after a while of being ignored. But they kept going, and the loss of the flame hashira didn’t seem to stop or even slow them down.

[Name] and Muichiro’s paths would cross occasionally even before they became a hashira. Muichiro would see [Name] either training or running around the butterfly mansion to help Shinobu.

He found them… curious, for that was the emotion they made him feel. He found himself slowly becoming entranced by their attempts to befriend him. At first he would scoff and say they were wasting their time. After all, a hashira had better things to worry about than mere friendship.

But the more time they spent together, the more Muichiro found himself missing them while they were on mission, and the more he found himself thinking about them. When asked, he would describe them as a blossoming cherry tree that was pleasing to the eyes. He would also say that they smelled like a cherry tree too, so maybe that is what fueled the idea.

That brings us to today.

Today, Muichiro was waiting by a pond in the back garden of the butterfly mansion. He had made it a habit to come there, by the cherry tree, daily to enjoy a lunch with the strange person he couldn’t wrap his head around.

He took in a deep inhale, which did not help the way he was currently feeling, and was reminded, once again, that [Name] was late.

Well, maybe late isn’t the right word since they didn’t officially say that they were going to spend lunch together every day. Muichiro even skipped on the days he had missions or was training after a recovery. But [Name] wasn’t on a mission, he had seen them earlier that day. And nor were they injured. So why were they late?

Muichiro gave up on waiting and stood up with a sigh. He straightened out his flowy uniform and took a quick scan of his surroundings for the person who had invaded his mind.

He sighed once more when he couldn’t spot them, and decided to walk around in hopes of bumping into them.

He wandered for about ten or so minutes, kicking rocks that rested in his path as he did so, when he heard the distinct sound of [Name]’s excited voice. His head perked up at the sound and his pace immediately quickened.

He was about to call their name and ask why they weren’t at the pond today, when he spotted three other slayers. Rookies no less.

Without knowing it, a scowl found its way onto the mist hashira’s face. A severely uncomfortable feeling enveloped his chest and mind at the sight of [Name] with someone else. His scowl disappeared as his focus was shifted to this new feeling he was experiencing. He looked down at his chest, nothing seemed to be wrong.

So why did it feel like his heart was going to leap out of his chest?

He gripped the cloth right in front of where his heart should be as the feeling returned in waves.

He didn’t understand what was going on, but he felt as if there were more pressing matters.

He lifted his head to look at the group of people once more and it felt as if his heart drop.

One of the rookie slayers, the one who hauled his demon sister around, had his hand on [Name]’s shoulder as they talked and laughed.

He felt a new serge of emotion that felt like anger and betrayal. Muichiro took a deep breath, finding it silly that he was letting mere emotions control him in the moment, and made his way towards [Name]. He walked up behind them and pulled a bold move. He wrapped his arms around [Name]’s stomach and rested his chin on their shoulder. He glared at the rookie slayers and the one who previously had his hand on [Name]’s shoulder quickly retrieved it.

Muichiro felt satisfaction when that happened and quickly turned his attention to [Name].

“[Name]-San, why are you wasting your time on these lower ranks? As a hashira, you should be focusing your attention on something more worthwhile.”

[Name] was a little confused. Why couldn’t they talk to lower ranks?

Muichiro quickly continued speaking before [Name] would even have a chance to shut him down. He unlatched himself from them and grabbed their soft hand in his. He stepped back and began pulling him towards the direction the pond was in.

“[Name]-San, let’s go have lunch.”

As Muichiro pulled [Name] along behind him, they couldn’t really do anything about it. They shot the other slayers an apologetic smile and the boy who had his hand on her shook his head with a smile of his own.

Muichiro was desperate to make himself the sole subject of [Name]’s attention. They quickly arrived at the pond and Muichiro sat down in his usual spot whilst he tugged [Name] down with him.

[Name] tilted their head at him with a small smile as they tried to figure out what the cause of Muichiro’s sudden behavior was.

“Muichiro-Kun, what was that? Are you quite alright?”

Muichiro nodded his head as he folded his arms with a pout.

“You forgot lunch. You never forget lunch. Also, why were you taking to them? You’re a hashira, you mustn't waste your attention on those lower ranks.”

[Name] chuckled softly as they straightened their posture.

“Muichiro-Kun, were you jealous?”

A/N: hopefully that was a good way to end it! This was not proofread, please let me know if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes!

Taglist: @tokito-dulya20 @larz-barz

#🍁#hehehe #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #muichiro x reader #demon slayer muichiro #kny muichiro #muichiro tokito #kimetsu muichiro #reader x character #anime x reader #x reader

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irene9900 · 1 year ago

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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.

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