#iguro is so concentrated i love him

[kozmicmizuu]

i’m going to sob

THEY LOOK SO CUTE!!! I LOVE THEM

GIYUU AND KANZABURO MY LOVES

i did it i won, i got giyuu and kanzaburo content i can die happy now

[ssailormoonn]

❛ It's your first !! Gotta be soft !! ❜

Iguro Obanai X Fem!Reader

WC; 3.4k+ (somehow)| !MDNI! | TW/CW :: nervous!reader, virgin!reader, lovesick!obanai, virgin!obanai, cherry popping, soft sex, gentle sex, oba is rlly soft and love you sm, piv, smut with plot? set in season 5 but no spoilers, kaburamaru slithers away smw when it gets heated dw

⋆·˚ ༘ *𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) I was wondering if you could do reader’s first time with him, and I just head cannon Iguro to be absolutely lovesick with his partner and gentle like how he is with Mitsuri in canon so could you do it with like a nervous!reader x lovesick!Iguro’s first time doing it - ANON

this ended up being over 3k words, dont ask me how

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You had to take a break from training today, so you found yourself watching Obanai beating up the children who trained under him. However, you found yourself nervously fidgeting on the sidelines, watching Obanai as he demonstrated a particularly complex technique through the wood structures.

Your heart pounded in your chest, both from the intensity of the training and the way Obanai's gaze lingered on you whenever he thought no one was watching. Despite his stern exterior and sharp words for others, he had always been different from you—gentle, kind, and unbelievably patient.

He does love you after all.

Obanai's eyes flickered to you again, his concentration momentarily broken. The sight of you, nervously playing with the hem of your haori, made his heart ache with a longing he struggled to contain. He was lovesick for you, utterly devoted, and the thought of you consumed his mind.

As he guided the other Hashira through the rigorous exercises, his thoughts drifted to the times you spent together. The quiet moments when he could hold you close, feeling the warmth of your body against his, and the soft, timid whispers of your voice that soothed his troubled soul. He yearned for more of those moments, but there was a deeper, more primal desire that had begun to take root.

His mind wandered to the idea of having you in a more intimate way, a way you had not yet explored together. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he had to force himself to focus back on the training.

He wanted you, in every sense of the word, but he was determined to be patient, knowing your timid nature. He didn't want to rush you or make you feel uncomfortable.

The day dragged on, and the training ended. Obanai immediately sought you out, his expression softening the moment he saw you waiting for him.

"How was your day?" he asked, his voice gentle as he approached you.

"It was alright," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "Watching you was... impressive, as always."

He smiled beneath his mask, he only smiled for you. "Thank you. Let's go somewhere quiet. I want to spend some time with you."

You nodded, your heart racing as he led you away from the training grounds of his estate to the room the two of you shared. Well, you weren't currently living with him yet, but you hoped to in the future.

It was peaceful as the two of you sat outside on the edge of the path that trailed around the house, your legs dangling off of the edge, accompanied by the soft rustle of trees.

Obanai sat down, pulling you gently to sit closer beside him. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "I've missed you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I missed you too," you replied, leaning into his embrace. The warmth of his body against yours was comforting, and you felt a sense of peace wash over you.

He tilted your chin up, his mismatched eyes locking onto yours. "I think about you all the time," he confessed, his voice aching with longing. "I want you, in every way possible. But I don't want to rush you. I want you to be comfortable, to feel safe with me."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes. "I... I feel safe with you, Obanai," you whispered, your cheeks flushing. "I'm just... nervous."

He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "That's okay. We can take things slow. I just want you to know how much I care about you, how much I love you."

You looked up at him, your eyes shining. "I love you too, Obanai. I'm just not used to feeling this way, but I want to be with you."

He pulled you closer, unravelling the bandages around his mouth, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss. "We'll take it one step at a time," he murmured against your lips. "As long as we're together, that's all that matters."

But the kiss wasn't tender for too long. Obanai had slipped his tongue into your mouth and a gasp fell out of your lips. You dripped his haori in surprise, eyes momentarily widening before closing them in contentment.

Obanai's tongue was entangling with your own and you almost didn't know what to do. It obviously wasn't the first time that the two of you had made out but it still made you nervous under his touch. He was towering over you, his hand entangled in your hair as he tilted your face up and an arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

You felt as if you were going to faint when he was getting into it, more than usual, your heart was beating so fast you thought you were going to pass out. You didn't even know what to do, Obanai was dominating you in such a loving way it made your tummy swell with butterflies and an unfamiliar throbbing fall to your clit.

You were beginning to not be able to intake any breaths and you tense underneath Obanai's touch. You truly were getting more and more flustered by the minute. Leaning into Obanai's hold, you tapped quickly on his shoulder and he pulled away from the kiss alarmed, not even realising your flustered and breathless state causing his eyes to widen in worry.

He leaned back slightly to see if you were okay, mentally cursing himself for being too intense with you. Your forehead was leaning on his shoulder while your hands trembled, clenching his black and white striped haori.

"I'm so sorry," Obanai hastily uttered and in reply, you nodded your head against his shoulder.

"It's okay," you reassured quietly.

What Obanai didn't see was how red your cheeks were and how hot your body felt on the inside, this sensation was absolutely overwhelming and you didn't know what to do.

"Are you-"

You lifted your head up after a few seconds, hoping that you had calmed yourself down but it didn't really work.

"I am!" you replied, interrupting him.

Obanai's eyes widened when he saw the state of you. Your cheeks were flushed in a deep shade of a pinkish red and your hands were trembling on his shoulders. What he felt just then, what he is realising is that he can feel how hot your body is heating up.

You didn't know what this need was so you hesitantly asked Obanai, "could I... kiss you again?" you asked with a quiet voice, looking down, not wanting to meet his gaze in fear he said no.

Oh, how silly you were, you could kiss Obanai whenever you wanted, with or without asking and he would just fall even more in love with you.

Obanai's eyes softened, and he leaned down, brushing his lips against mine. "You don't need to ask," he whispered against your mouth, his voice filled with warmth and longing.

You hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as our lips met once more. This time, the kiss was deeper, more intense. You could feel the electricity between us, a magnetic pull that made it impossible to resist each other.

your hands explored the contours of his back, feeling the strength and warmth of his muscles. Obanai's hands moved with a gentle but insistent touch, tracing the lines of your body, and making you shiver with anticipation.

As our bodies pressed closer, you could feel Obanai's heartbeat against mine, a steady rhythm that matched the intensity of our emotions. You wanted to memorize every sensation, every touch, knowing that this moment was a testament to the depth of our relationship.

Obanai's lips left mine, trailing a path of kisses down your neck, making you gasp with pleasure. His hands moved with a tender urgency, exploring the curves of your body with a reverence that made you feel cherished and loved.

You pulled him back up to you, our eyes locking as we paused for a breath. "I love you," You whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

"I love you too," he replied. "{Y/n}," he asked breathless

Obanai's hand gently cupped your cheek, lifting your chin until your eyes met. His touch was reassuring, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "Yes?" You asked softly, swallowing a lump in your throat.

"I... I want to take things further," he said, your voice barely above a whisper, the vulnerability of your words hanging in the air.

Your body froze, your mind pausing whatever it was thinking about. "You... can," you whisper, gazing into his eyes, realising that what he wanted to engage with you was sex.

After walking over to the futon, Obanai laid you down carefully, as if you would break and you were a nervous wreck but Obanai soothed that. Obanai was straddling your lower abdomen and you could feel the large bulge in his hakama pants as he leaned down to kiss you.

Your tongues danced with each other before he pressed a kiss to the side of your lips and then trailed down slowly, the kisses reassuring you that you would be okay. He trailed down your collarbone and chest, making sure to leave soft, faint red marks in its wake. Throughout the entire procedure, you let out panting breaths and strengthened your grip on his body.

Your reactions only send continuous flushes of butterflies to Obanai's dick. The need that Obanai had for you was restless as he tried so hard to contain himself and be as soft with you, he didn't want to hurt you.

"Oba," you said breathlessly and he could've melted right there and then, the way you said his name sounded so much more intimate than how you would sound when it was just a simple make-out session.

Obanai lets out a hum of approval against your skin and tension ripples through your body at the vibrations as Obanai continues leaving the same soft red marks down your jaw and on your neck.

Obanai pulled away, giving you a soft kiss. "Can I... take your...." Obanai trailed off slowly and you nodded, knowing what he was referring to, your core uniform.

"Yes," you replied nervously.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Obanai reassured, placing a kiss on your lips. "I'm not forcing you."

"No! I want to," you replied almost too quickly that an embarrassed flush came to your cheeks.

You tensed when Obanai's hands trailed down to your waist, your body arching slightly into his touch. He hesitantly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons to the top and slid your pants off. You watched his eyes widen at the sight of the fabric slipping to the side of your chest and stomach. "Can I-?"

"You can," you say, cutting him off.

A breathless sigh leaves your mouth when his hot hand trailed up your lower stomach to experimentally squeeze the mounds of flesh. You let out a moan when Obanai's lips began to press and suck gently on the top of your breast. You covered your mouth embarrassed while you looked away from Obanai. "Sorry," you mumbled.

"You sound so pretty," he whispers in your ear, causing your cheeks to heat up. Obanai's free hand pulled the hand away from your mouth. He leaned up a bit, pulling you gently with him and slipped the black nemaki off your shoulders, placing the material somewhere near us before he lay you down on the mattress again.

Obanai's lips pressed against mine once more while a hand skimmed slowly down your body. you felt the tip of his finger tug only slightly at your underwear and you grasped his wrist, the kiss breaking.

"Do you want to stop? You don't have to do this if you don't want to," Obanai's reassures but you shake your head, signalling that I wasn't implying that.

"It's not that, I really want to," you replied breathlessly before an embarrassed flush rose onto your cheeks. "Could you take off your..."

"Huh? Oh, of course," Obanai hummed, his lips pressing the side of your jaw. you watched him slip himself out of sweats, you see the imprint of his dick press painfully against his underwear and you swallowed deeply before he straddled you once you. Obanai did that without any complaint, he must really love you all that much.

Obanai pressed a reassuring kiss on your jaw before the tips of his fingers pulled the cotton down your legs, the cool air of the room causing chills to tingle down your pale skin. "You're so pretty," Obanai says breathlessly causing butterflies to swirl in your stomach.

His fingers venture further down, tracing a path along your slick slit. The touch is electrifying, causing you to tremble in his hold, your body responding to his every movement. A helpless whimper escapes your lips, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that courses through you.

"So wet," Obanai mumbles before looking back up to you. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," you replied quietly, opening your eyes down to Obanai. "Please, can you... touch me more."

"I'll do whatever you want me do to," Obanai replied and you let a small smile grace your lips.

At your reply, Obanai's fingers experimentally push past v slick folds, his fingers pressing past your clit, and a surge of pleasure courses through you, leaving you breathless and desperate for more. A moan left your mouth as your back arched at his touch. your reaction caused Obanai to press down slightly more and your legs squeezed around his waist, moans stringing out your mouth.

you felt his fingers slide down and he found your seeping hols, drenched with arousal. I felt a finger slowly slide inside your heat, a whimper leaving your mouth. "Does this feel good?" Obanai asked and you nodded frantically.

"So good," you whimpered as he slowly pumped in and out your soaked walls. "Making me feel so good, Obanai."

"Really?" He asked and you moaned as he inserted another finger into your walls.

"Yeah, so so good," you whimper. "So good for me, Obanai."

The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and intensity that leaves you unable to contain your moans. you press your lips against his shoulder, muffling the sounds that escape from deep within you. His fingers explore the depths of your core, igniting a fire that consumes your every thought. Each movement, each curl, sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body.

you surrender to the intoxicating rhythm of his touch, the combination of his skilled fingers and the intensity of our connection pushes you closer to the edge, teetering on the precipice of release. It's a moment of pure bliss, where time stands still, and you are consumed by the overwhelming pleasure that courses through your veins.

As Obanai fingers continued their relentless rhythm, pumping in and out of your seeping hole, there was an unfamiliar tightness growing in your lower abdomen, pleasure tightened inside your stomach. you wrap your shaky legs around him, seeking to anchor yourself to him amidst the overwhelming pleasure. your body quivers with anticipation, responding to his every touch, every movement.

you chant his name into his neck as praises leave your mouth, your voice filled with desire and need. The tears welling in your eyes are not from pain but from the overwhelming pleasure that threatens to consume you entirely.

In response to your plea, sucks the skin around your neck once more, groaning against your neck, his voice laced with desire. He begins to press your clit with the pad of his thumb, adding another layer of pleasure to the already intense sensations. The touch is electrifying, causing you to arch your back in response.

"Please, Obanai," you sob. "I need to... So good, Obanai."

"I've got you," Obanai reassured, intertwining our mouths together, his mouth swallowing the moans that slipped out your mouth.

The pleasure builds, the tension mounting with each passing second until you are on the precipice of release. It's a moment of pure surrender, where pleasure reigns supreme, and you are consumed by the overwhelming ecstasy that engulfs me.

Waves of ecstasy wash over you, leaving your legs trembling and weak from the intensity of the sensations. He slips his fingers from your hole and you continue to tremble from the aftermath of the orgasm. you managed to release yourself from Obanai's neck and move away from his hold.

"How are you feeling?" Obanai asks cupping your cheeks.

"Good," you breathe out slowly while looking into his eyes. "But, I want to make you feel good too."

"You don't need-"

"Please," you beg and you watch him swallow deeply, tension showing on his body.

Obanai asked once more. "Are you sure?"

I nod. "Please."

"Alright," He smiled gently moving off you to get himself out of his underwear and your eyes widened as you saw the size of his length. Obanai moves over you, you place your hands on his chest.

He delicately bites the shell of your ear making you let out a quiet whimper. you could feel him smile against your ear at your reaction. Obanai's touch caused you to dig your nails slightly into his chest leaving light crescent marks causing more deep exhales of breaths to get caught in your ear.

Obanai moved his head and his body suddenly firmly pressed against mine and I whimpered at the feeling of his dick pressing up against your stomach. His lips mingled with mine his minty taste and smell overflowed your senses making it a complete euphoria for you. you cupped the back of his neck to create a deeper angle for him to explore deeper into your mouth with our tongues continuing to entangle with each other.

Obanai groans into your mouth, the hand that was trailing down your thigh moved swiftly back to your waist and the other intertwined with your hair at the base of your neck, pulling you closer to him. you let out breathy sighs into him as your own hand interlaced with his black and your other wrapped around behind his neck.

His other hand moved its way down to tightly lift your thigh up which made his body mould closer to mine making you feel his dick press up against your soaked core. The kiss slows down and turns soft and almost desperate it's as if he wants to take his time with you, savouring every inch of your taste, to take his sweet time to memorise you.

"You're doing so good," Obanai pants agasint your lips and I didn't have time to reply as he pressed them against you once more. "I'm going to do it now. If it hurts, please tell me, I don't want to hurt you."

"Okay," you reply.

He presses his lips against mine to take your mind off the pain that's probably soon to come. you feel a hard tip get lubricated at your entrance making your back arch into him as you let out a strangled moan of pleasure into his mouth. He continues to push further into you making your eyebrows furrow together in pain but the pleasure is still overwhelming your senses making tears prick at your eyes.

"Oh, you feel so good," Obanai whimpers into your neck. "You're so perfect."

"You feel so good," you moan. The feeling of pure ecstasy of him fully entered you, the pain gone.

you feel his dick scraping across your plush walls in all the right places as he slowly exited your cunt, but not fully. Our moans and whimpers get swallowed by each other. you feel his thrusts speed up and you moan in response, your walls clenching around him causing the grip Obanai held on your thigh and waist to tighten.

The coil in your stomach getting tighter and your moans slightly became higher. Obanai continued to groan into your neck after he pulled away from the heated kiss.

"You make- me feel so goo- d," you say moaning throughout your sentence, "Feels so good-"

"I'm close-," He groans.

"Me too," you choke out.

you felt the coil in your stomach snap as your back arched painfully into Obanai's bare chest causing Obanai to groan and his arms moved to wrap tightly around you. After a few more pumps Obanai came, letting a few more rolls of his hips into you to help ride out both our highs before he pulled out slowly, making sure not to hurt you.

Obanai slumped down beside you before he slipped the condom off his length and walked over to the bathroom with a warm, damp wash cloth to clean you up and after he did so, you did the same.

"I love you so much," you tell him as we lay down together, our legs and arms entangling, bare bodies pressed against each other.

"I love you more," Obanai replies, holding you tighter.

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[verxca]

IMAGINE 05 ⟡

➤ sanemi + patching him up

⟡ sanemi hated when people helped him. sure, it was fine when iguro and you accompanied him on missions, though he hated the prospect of being viewed like that— weak, despite everybody knowing he wasn’t at heart.

⟡ so, of course, when you offered to come help him after a mission, sanemi was hesitant. you and him were staying at a small village, scouting out a demon who’d been active nearby. after a particularly rough fight out in outskirts of the woods, he returned all bruised and bloodied up. it took a handful of convincing to get him to even sit down.

- can you tell me what happened, exactly…?

you ponder gently, taking his arm into yours, studying each scar he’d acquired. on sanemi’s hand— your gentle voice was sort of soothing for him. it helped the hashira get his mind off of things, off of genya, off of his mother.

when you were with him— it was just you.

- oh, you know. nothin’ new. glad you stayed here.

he scoffs, eyes drifting to your gentle fingers caressing his skin. he had a particularity large gash on his arm, and you’d insisted on wrapping it up first.

- i mean how’d you get this scar, sanemi.

your eyes find his, gently smiling as a subtle reassurance you wouldn’t judge a man for preforming his duty— that you thought he was brave above all else, far from weak. his eyes widened ever so slightly.

you reach over the table to grab a tiny vile of iodine, pouring it onto a cotton swob as you awaited his reply.

- it scratched me, is all.

he spoke, voice a little lower then it previously was. sanemi didn’t flinch as the substance came into contact with his open wound, the sting a mere background sensation compared to the effect you had on him currently.

to be honest, you loved days like these, when he’d really show his soft side to you. notably on missions with other people, he would never have been this comfortable. he felt vulnerable— and you felt as though this side of him was mutually exclusive— private.

- i’m just glad you got back safe. again, sorry i wasn’t around this time.

sanemi slightly shakes his head, eyes glancing back down towards your hands. if anything, he preferred you to stay back and out of harm’s way. he hated the mere fact you were in the corps to begin with.

- no, don’t say that, you’re good.

a faint blush settled onto your cheeks at his words. you twist your body to reach over, half trying to simply grab the bandages, half trying to hide your face from how embarrassed you were getting. just how did he make you melt in an instant?

sanemi’s eyes kept glancing over towards your soft expression as you worked at his arm once more, concentrated on not applying to much pressure to the wound. gently wrapping bandages around the demon’s gash, the simple action was done with such care and tenderness that he couldn’t find himself to look away.

- so, should we head back tonight?

his words bring you out of this trace— pondering the question at hand. in truth, you two didn’t get side by side missions like this often. though each duty carried it’s burden and stress, you didn’t want this one to end.

- maybe we could stay another night in here, just to make sure everyone’s okay. we’ll move back at first light.

he had to stop himself from smirking. though it was clear you two had the same intensions— of resting together once more, nobody wanted to really admit it.

- yes ma’am

finishing up with his wound, no excuse could really hide your flushed state. you simply smile it off, fingertips turning cold as your hands leave his.

- could you flex it for me?

sanemi let’s out a tiny huff upon retracting his muscles. your gaze was lingering in his mind more than he’d like to admit— than he could admit. the bandages were still snug despite movement, meaning they’d be good for the night. he watches his own arm, admiring the work you’d done.

- perfect. does it feel alright?

you cock your head ever so slightly, eyes searching for any sign of discomfort in his.

- yeah. thanks’

a mutual silence sunk over the room. despite how you two were usually comfortable in times like this, an underlying tension pondered in the sky. each syllable muttered from the start of this conversation, hell, mission- felt suspenseful.

despite everything, his gaze felt primal. you had to act soon, to tease him, to encourage him to make a move.

you stand soon after, leaning over him. sanemi still sat upon his chair next to yours, looking up with an almost exited gaze. one hand snaking behind his head, you plant a gentle kiss onto his forehead.

a breath gets caught in the hashira’s throat. there was no chance this was just you being tender.

- rest well, sanemi. goodnight.

studying each scar— each blemish on his face was addicting. after pulling back, your hand grazes over his white locks for a second longer than needed. smiling, you take a step back, heading to your own room in the estate, silently praying he’d come visit.

as the door shut, he was swiftly left in his own room, still sat, mind running a million miles per hour. the gentle caress of your fingers still lingered on his arm, not to mention your kiss— your scent.

- fuck it.

sanemi stands quickly, shutting out the light in his room to go and find you.

[kyojurismo]

Hey Rin!

Happy 1k! I got a prompt for you!

Bottom iguro smutty prompts 63?

🪼 1K CELEBRATION EVENT

— obanai iguro x fem!reader

— nsfw, bottom!iguro, top!reader, penetrative sex, nipples play for like a sec, this turned into more a dom!reader but anyway, dirty talk? i tried alright, not proofread.

— prompt : “first one to make noises loses.”

— hii !! thank you <3 i felt more comfortable writing this w fem!reader, i hope that’s alright anyway. second time ever that i write directly for obanai, feeling nervous lol. aaaa hope you’ll enjoy it !!

you glanced at your boyfriend, before sinking down in a swift motion. obanai stopped breathing for a moment, trying his best to hold back a groan. you smirked and grabbed his shoulders for leverage, before starting to ride him.

“that’s okay, baby boy?” you asked then, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the room. you noticed obanai was biting his lips and gripping the sheets tightly, his cheeks were all red now and his expression showed how concentrated he was. “hm,” he slowly nodded, not trusting himself to answer you properly.

you chuckled before rotating your hips, your hands reaching his chest to pinch his nipples. obanai gasped, his eyes snapping to your face. you were smirking, your cheeks were warmer but you seemed unfazed. obanai lifted his hips and hit a certain spot inside you, making you clench hard around him as it was now your turn to hold back a moan.

“s-slow down,” he then muttered, looking away. you could see how tensed up he was as you kept moving up and down fast, seeking your own release while holding back your moans. you were doing pretty good.

“na-ah, i wanna cum,” you informed him, grabbing his neck now. “i’m sure my baby boy want to fill me up… with his warm seed, huh?” you teased him, grinding onto him. obanai closed his eyes for a moment, a silent moan making him part his lips. you knew he was close as his hands gripped your hips desperately.

“c’mon… give it to me,” you murmured, feeling the knot in your stomach tightening.

you won.

“f-fuck!” he arched his back and groaned as his cum filled you with hot and warm spurts, painting your walls white. you bit your lips as you kept riding him before reaching your climax too, clenching around him as your legs started shaking a little.

— thank you so much for taking your time to read my work. have a good day / night and remember that you are loved !! ♡

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[plutogist]

TANJIRO HEADCANONS

i. a bunch of tanjiro headcanons.

ii. tanjiro x fem. reader

iii. not proofread, unedited ver.

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✶ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 / 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐎 𝐄𝐑𝐀

━━ 01. Due to his sympathetic nature and friendly behavior, Tanjiro is really fairly well-liked among the Demon Slayer Corps. As a result, he occasionally received love letters thru the crows or in person. He would always reject them, but of course in a nice way.

━━ 02. After a mission, he would visit Senjuro and they would always talk for hours. As a result of his frequent visits, Shinjuro grows fond of him and treats him better than at their initial encounter. After Tanjiro leaves their home, Shinjuro would tear up a little because Tanjiro reminds him of Kyojuro.

━━ 03. Mitsuri invited Tanjiro for lunch but didn't know that she also invited Iguro. During their lunch, Iguro was throwing glare daggers at Tanjiro and he couldn't concentrate on eating at all. When Mitsuri offered him a bite, Iguro's glare became sharper, indicating that he should reject it. So, he did and Mitsuri was a bit sad, but nothing too serious.

━━ 04. He and Kanao had various tea dates each time he visits the Butterfly Mansion or subsequent to getting harmed in a mission that he needs his wounds to recuperate, so the trio is constantly sent off the manor after a mission. He is overjoyed to talk about his experiences and stories about his mission. He also told Kanao stories about his siblings and parents and what he did when he still wasn't a demon slayer. His stories always make Kanao happy.

━━ 05. Kie taught him the fundamentals of cooking before he became a demon slayer, and in just a few months, he was able to prepare a variety of meals. He would therefore volunteer to cook each time he visits the Butterfly Mansion. While he was cooking, the triplets would awe as he worked. Inosuke would make comments like "I can do better," etc., but he really enjoys it, and Zenitsu likes the food he made and gives him praise for it. Kanao quietly enjoys it, and Aoi is just surprised that he can cook pretty well.

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✶ 𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

━━ 01. Tanjiro is very loving and devoted to you as his partner. He would always come to see you after a mission and tell you about it. He often strokes the top of your head and gives you cheek kisses, making you feel flustered.

━━ 02. He gifted you a haori, somehow with the same similar design as him and you love it. Every time that he has free time, the two of you would walk in the bustling and radiant streets of Tokyo and eat in a restaurant while watching the fireworks.

━━ 03. He loves when his hands are intertwined with your hand. He enjoys the warm sensation of your hands linked together, so whenever you're on a date with him, he always holds your hand, even if you're simply staying at home.

━━ 04. Tanjiro introduced you to Inosuke and Zenitsu. Inosuke's reaction was of course to challenge you in a fight which made you uncomfortable, while Zenitsu was praising your beauty and instead of Tanjiro being jealous, he agreed with Zenitsu.

"She's really pretty!"

"I know right!"

━━ 05. He also enjoys discussing your future with him. Whether or not you want children-if you don't want them, he's fine with that-as well as the house where you and him will live and any other things you might love. In addition, he enjoys deep conversations with you. He told you how his siblings and parents would have loved you if they had met you. He cries sometimes, but you are always there to console him.

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✶ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 / 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃

━━ 01. As a student, Tanjiro is very close with his professors and other staff from his school well obviously because of his cheerful nature. He always participates during recitation and helps his classmates if they're struggling with something.

━━ 02. He can't play video games that well, so every time he's playing with Inosuke and Zenitsu, Zenitsu ends up winning because all Inosuke does is smash the controller, while Tanjiro doesn't really understand the mechanics that much. Nevertheless, he had a good time playing with them.

━━ 03. He loves to read mangas and novels. His favorite genre is romance and slice of life. One of his favorite anime is Kimi no Todoke and he loves it quite much that he rewatched it at least ten times. He would always ask Zenitsu for recommendations because that guy is a hopeless romantic and an expert when it comes to romance mangas.

━━ 04. He works as a barista in a nearby café to earn money and avoid having to ask his parents for money. Since the café sells a variety of pastries, he would always ask his manager if he could bring the leftovers home, which his manager would always say yes to because Tanjiro is so kind and they can't say no due to how hardworking he is. As a result, he would give his siblings croissants, a slice of cake, or some other treat at the end of the day.

━━ 05. Tanjiro previously didn't have any social media accounts since he doesn't use electronics significantly but Zenitsu insisted that he do so, so he did. His username is probably his name with jammed numbers. His profile picture is a photo with his family, while his bio is something like "I love my family and friends 😊😊🥰🥰😘😘😘". Zenitsu told him how his profile is cringe with all the emojis and the boring username.

Why do I feel like Tanjiro's phone is a Samsung outdated phone or an iPhone 5 ???

[colourstreakgryffin]

AH THIS HAS BEEN ITCHING MY BRAIN! TATTOO/PIERCER OBANAI?? (You don’t have to write this if you don’t want to :D)

Omfg! Yes! I’m soooo doing this! Now, god please save everybody who reads this. You all are gonna have to deal with my Obanai simp side! I’m gonna go wild! Ima pick just Tattoo Artist for my sanity

@local-obanai-simp! Love, this is for you and me!

Right off the bat. Tattoo artist Obanai is hot. Too hot to drop, he has tattoos all over his arms and chest, pierced ears with black jewellery and such a monochrome palette with his goth clothing style, that just highlight his yellow and turquoise mismatched eyes

He is very diligent with his work and he grabs you, holding whatever body part still if you keep shivering in pain too much. He doesn’t mean to be rough, he just gets annoyed fast with fidgety customers

Obanai does feel bad for the people who are just experiencing their first tattoo, that includes you. He was basically born with tattoos and even as a child, he was forced to have tattoos so they don’t hurt

He is so hot when he is working, his almost glowing eyes glare at the drawing he is starting to shape in full concentration and his rolled-up sleeve denim jacket showing off his forearm tattoos alongside a great amount of muscle

It’s hard to not look at him for real. You look more at Obanai, then you do complaining or whining over the pain as he is simply hypnotic!

Intense stabbing pain courses your bicep as you threw up your hand over your bust, just to clutch it. Your brain was screaming at you to push off the device causing you this level of pain but why would you do that when the man giving you the pain is so attractive

Conveniently, he is a friend of yours you met through your beloved cousin, Kanroji Mitsuri. Iguro Obanai, the owner and main employee of the infamous Serpentine Parlour. Mitsuri had spilled the beans about him a little while back and you were eager to meet him every day since

Mitsuri gave you his number after you basically bribed her for it, to taste out your curiosity over him, and got to chatting in no time. He was quite polite yet busy, he always apologised for answering late and explained himself. You never minded, a polite man like himself is all you could ever want

Almost like a un-recalled dream, tada. Now, you’re in his shop as his final customer for the day, getting stabbed repetitively by the tattoo gun-thingie with your eccentric eyes trained on him to distract yourself from the pain and oh lordy, did he distract you from the pain so well

He is beyond gorgeous as he focused on perfecting your tattoo of choice. Those heterochromatic eyes of yellow and turquoise glowed, his straight-edged raven black hair tied up in a tight ponytail, showing off the many black piercings he had, his denim jacket unbuttoned slightly at the chest to show the wiggly fancy writing of “Kaburamaru” running over his collarbone

Your cheeks blew up into ruby red at the attractive man before you, just switching between his face, open arms and the small peek of his built torso as he kept working. Yeah, his mouth was hidden by a clean, medicinal-like mask so you couldn’t see all of his face but you still found yourself worshipping his looks like he is some model

“I can tell that you’re looking at me” Obanai remarks gently and calmly as he usually is, reaching his spare hand up and pressing thumb on your chin and fingers on your cheek to crane your head up. The sharp pain disappeared as Obanai have seemed to pull the gun away

“Don’t toy with me, girl. Don’t you want a good tattoo~” Obanai remarked, his voice going from sleek and mature to sexy and demanding in a second. Sudden heat flooded you in response as his wondrous eyes basically ate up your reaction, cheeks burning bright and light stutters breaking through your lips

If only Mitsuri could see this side of her best friend! “I-I… y-yes! I do.. b-but i…” It was pretty obvious that he was smirking at you, with the way his pierced eyebrow rose as he rolled his eyes and let go of your chin, his hands were smaller than most men but still very strong, with a few veins underneath the black gloves. “Good~”

Obanai’s occupied hand still held the non-longer running tattoo gun that he brought it back to your bare bicep and flipped on the switch with his fingertip rather quick. Almost unbearable pain begun attacking your senses again when he pressed the needle into your skin and dragged down

You looked away in a instant, very embrassed at getting caught as you kept staring at the marble cupboards decorated by a white glass snake ornament. Obanai, from the left side of the long table that you laid down on, frowned at the lack of gaze. He was just trying to tease you, he didn’t want you to actually stop. Obanai brought back your attention by snapping his spare hand’s fingers in midair. Your head turned in conjunction, slightly jumping from how loud it was echoing through the quiet colourless room

“Did I say you are to stop looking at me?” Obanai barked slightly, eyes never leaving his work but you can he was talking to you as your cheeks somehow got darker, at his statement, then they already are. Your free hand trying desperately to cover your embarrassed and flustered self as Obanai carefully and quickly moved your arm to a specific spot, reaching over and grabbing your wrist, placing it over your stomach and locking fingers with his

“Kanroji told me you’re sensitive to pain. Hold my hand and squeeze it if it’s get too bad” You stuttered out once again, gazing down his features to try forget the pain and gently tapping your fingers against his knuckles repetitively as a attempt to calm yourself down. You’re a mix of confused, flattered and embarrassed all at once, is Obanai treating you this way because you’re his best friend’s cousin or is it because he genuinely wants to?

“W-what about your work? Can you do it with one hand” You stutter back, nervous that he may mess up and trying your best to prove to him that he doesn’t need to hold your hand through it. “I can tattoo with one hand. It’ll be fine” Obanai responds, taking a quick glance up at your face, his hidden lips formed a smile at your sparkling lovestruck eyes. You did like him more than he suspected

His eyes returned back to his work as he needed to finish it quickly. One, so you won’t be in pain anymore and two, so he can wrap up his and his employees’ shift quicker to focus on the more important thing trialing his mind. He could tell his employees were done for the day as most had begun gathering their things and simply waited on their boss to give the cue

He was eager to finish this to as he has a beautifully perfect concept floating around his head, it almost clouded the image of the tattoo you wanted as he could still sense your eyes scanning over him and his body. Perfect, he gets to do what he wants with you

A not so little “talk” in his office

[creative-kny-fics]

The premiere is already so close that I can almost feel it 🥹 (it's the same post, I just edited it so you guys have the translation)

Mitsuri: Come on, everyone! Are you ready?!

~Kanroji Residence (Flexibility training by Mitsuri Kanroji)~

Tanjiro: Yes!

*Music: Become the wind, be free and gentle. Pliable as noodle, chewy as sakura mochi*

Tanjiro: I can't keep up!

Zenitsu: Please! Show us how to do it!

Mitsuri: Well, it can't be helped...

Mitsuri: Well, then. I'll try, so watch carefully

Mitsuri: Eh? IGURO-SAN?!

Iguro: *by chance he was passing by* I brought you a gift

Mitsuri: My favorites!

Iguro: Please go eat this and have a cup of tea. I'll take care of your training

Inosuke: Hey! I'm better than you!

Iguro: I too can bend my joints like Kanroji

Iguro: You, there! Kamado, a step forward

Tanjiro: Me?

Iguro: I have a special training for you. Don't worry, I still won't kill you

Tanjiro: Hey? What did I do?

Tanjiro: What's that weird way of bending?!

Iguro: Dodge the sword! While you dance you must avoid my attacks, to train your muscles and improve your flexibility (STAY AWAY FROM KANROJI! Or you'll die)

Tanjiro: (It's crazy) Iguro has a terrible smell, I smell his anger. Why is he so angry with me?

Zenitsu: If you're going to replace Miss Kanroji, you should wear the proper outfit

Genya: That way we would follow him better

Iguro: I agree

(Iguro looks beautiful 😭🙏🏼)

Mitsuri: Iguro-San is strong, elegant and wonderful! I love it! Look at the softness of his body, it doesn't compare to anything

Mitsuri: Let's go down!

Iguro: I... Kanroji... It was too much training

Mitsuri: Iguro-San! Are you okay?!

Iguro: I love you...

Mitsuri: Mr. Obanai?

Mitsuri: What's wrong? Is something wrong?

Iguro: No, nothing, I was just thinking about something... Something that happened a long time ago when we were pillars

Mitsuri: Pillars? Ah, yes! I remember when the training was! Mr. Obanai was also there and then we all ate together

Iguro: It was by no means fun

Mitsuri: Iguro-San, calm down!

Mitsuri: I have to make more pancakes

Iguro: You don't have to

Mitsuri: Eh?

Iguro: Mitsuri's pancakes are special, but Mitsuri is even more so...

Iguro: Because she's mine

Sanemi: IGURO! STOP WASTING TIME, WE'RE ON A MISSION! CONCENTRATE!! Who do you choose?! Your friend or your wife?!

Iguro: Those days are over, I want to be with my wife

They're so cute 😭❤️ (poor Sanemi JAJAJAJAJAJA)

[i-will-always-be-happy]

Well, seriously, I needed to do this. I mean, he always gets his way, and it's time for his own medicine.

I've also been thinking about this fic for the last few hours and since the publication of the 4 of them was the one that he liked the most. Here I leave the tickle fic!

Warning: This fanfic contains tickles. Also remind them that I don't speak English, so if they find any errors, let me know to correct it. I hope you like it!

Summary: Sanemi, Obanai and Tomioka used Rengoku's past birthday for a small revenge against him.

Lee: Kyojuro Rengoku

Lers: Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyuu Tomioka and Iguro Obanai

Sanemi: There it is... You know what we have to do, right?

Obanai: Yes, we have planned it for a long time.

Tomioka: So... Let's do it, let's show what Trio 21 can do

What are they planning? Let's find out...

Tomioka: Rengoku-San

Rengoku: Hmm? OH! Tomioka! What's happening?!

Tomioka: Could you... You know?

Rengoku: Owww~ do you want me to tickle you? Well, why didn't you say it before? Here I go!

Tomioka sighed, he knew that Rengoku would focus on his request and he really had, since he didn't notice that Obanai and Sanemi were coming up behind him.

Tomioka: Forgive me Rengoku-san!

Rengoku: Huh?!

Rengoku was pushed to the ground by Tomioka and quickly imprisoned by Sanemi and Obanai, he was confused, when had they approached him? Tomioka had tricked him

Rengoku: Huh?! But-

Tomioka: You and Tengen always team up in order to make us cry with laughter, so we'll do the same. I knew you wouldn't resist my request and here we are now

Rengoku: So your used our methods?

Sanemi: Yes and we have the perfect excuse

Rengoku: Excuse me?!

Obanai: Yes, we found out that your birthday was a few days ago and since you love giving us our 'birthday tickles', we'll do the same.

Sanemi: Consider it our gift.

Oh shit... was what Rengoku thought, his smile had frozen as he saw the trio approaching, waving their fingers in a threatening manner, but he had a chance to escape.

Rengoku: Ten-

Sanemi: Don't even try. Tengen isn't here, he's busy, I don't know what but he is... So, don't run away from us!

Rengoku: You know I'll do the same and worse, right?!

Obanai: I see, so you stay stubborn, huh? We'll see if you think the same after this

Rengoku: GET AWAY FROM ME!! Pffff!!

Well, the trio is going to take revenge on the flame hashira. And in terms of excuse, they are right to want revenge on him. Tomioka's birthday? Tickles. Sanemi's birthday? Tickles. Obanai's birthday? Tickles! Well, then let's keep reading to find out what will happen to him

Rengoku: Y-you really think you'll win?

Tomioka: Yep, a little bird told us your 3 worst points... So

Rengoku: Whahahat? No-! Nonono wait a MIN... PBBBT HAHAHAHAHA!!!

Rengoku's 3 worst spots? Easy. Hips, neck and knees. Well definitely, it wasn't like he could help it, it was already happening. 30 fingers running through his worst spots, if they found a place that made him laugh the most, they would stay there and concentrate as much as possible to give him his 'birthday tickles'

Rengoku: SANEHEHEHEMI! OBAHAHAHANAI!! GIHIHIHIYUHU!! MEHEHEHERCY!! THAHAHAT'S CRUEL

Obanai: Cruel? Not at all, what's wrong with giving you your 'birthday tickles'?. You always say: 'Everyone deserves their birthday tickles', well your time has come

Rengoku: NO! HEHEHEHELP!! I CAHAHAN'T!! GOHOHOSH!! HOW?!

Tomioka: You and Tengen taught us... Relax Rengoku, nothing will happen, you're in 'good hands', aren't you guys?

Sanemi: YES! Now you will suffer our wrath!

Rengoku: GYAHAHAH!!! OK!! NO M-MORE!! TEHEHEHENGEHEHEN!!

Obanai: Do not think that the 'extravagant' man will come to save you, we knew you would try to call him, but it will not work, we made sure of everything, we have planned this

Rengoku: NOT THEHEHEHERE!!!

Tomioka had pressed his calf to shut him up, he didn't think that reaction. I think Rengoku has more ticklish spots, don't you think?

Sanemi: Ooh! Seems like there's a better place, huh?

Rengoku: NO!! PLEHEHEHAHAHAHAHHAHSE!! NAHAHAH!!

Obanai: No what?

Rengoku: TIHIHICKLE M-! NO!! HEHEHEHHEZZ!!

Tomioka: It seems that the tickle monster is more ticklish than its victims.

Trio 21 took it upon themselves to turn the 'tickle monster' into a victim. Despite many pleas, saying that he learned his lesson and would not do it again, no one agreed to his requests. after several minutes they stopped because he started crying and hiccuping, with that they stopped and got off him

Sanemi: Well, our work is done..bye!

Rengoku: (This doesn't stay like that...)

?: Rengoku?

His body turned, to find who he had longed for so much to come

Rengoku: Where were you?

Tengen: A better question... What did you do to end up like this?

Rengoku: Sanemi, Obanai and Tomioka took revenge. They left recently

Tengen: This 3? Teaming up? How flamboyant hehehe. But don't worry Rengoku, just as they have their team, you have too

Rengoku: Thanks friend, we'll show them who they messed with!

[giggly-squiggily]

*Breaks down the door* Fics are open? :o Bet you know that it's gonna be a demon slayer one XD Hear me out, hear me out: Lee!Sanemi/Gyomei + Ler!Iguro/Tengen What the fic is going to be about is entirely up to you :D (Creativity time lol) Have a good day, bestie! Stay hydrated! *Jumps out of the window*

*fixes door and window* What an entrance and exit! Hello friend! :D I was originally going to do these two prompts separately, but I figured I might as well combined them! :D I love writing for Sanemi, so this was so much fun! I hope you like it!

CW: Swearing

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

@myreygn, @thatbigbisexual29, @duckymcdoorknob, @gladdygirl18, @baby-tickles2022, @cupcake-spice13

Sanemi was a man on a mission.

What was that mission, you may be wondering?

Operation: Cheer Up.

Normally the WInd Hashria wouldn’t bother with this kind of thing. Had anyone other than Master Kagaya requested him to do this, he would have laughed in their face and told them to find someone else.

“Gyomei seems…down lately. More so than usual. Do you think you could cheer him up? Whatever tactics you feel are necessary are allowed so long as you don’t cross any boundaries.”

Any tactics necessary, eh? Silly as it was- Tengen and Rengoku’s latest tickling antics proved to be rather effective on pretty much everyone. Would it even work on the Stone Hashira?

Sanemi was conflicted.

Why did the master ask him to do this anyway?

“Suck it up, Shinazugawa. You gotta do it.” He muttered to himself as he made his way towards the waterfalls.

He was a man with a mission, and he wasn’t going to let Master Kagaya down!

~~~

Gyomei was spotted sitting by, eyes closed and hands held in his usual prayer state. It was as the Master spoke; he looked visibly defeated. There was a definite slump to his shoulders, and his expression looked drained.

Operation Cheering Up had to succeed.

Readying himself, Sanemi concentrated his breathing to a state of near silence, moving like the wind towards the older man. With every move, he watched his footing- careful to avoid any twigs or leaves that would give away his position. The element of surprise was absolutely necessary.

Once he was in position, he reached out, readying his hands.

“Hello, Shinazugawa.”

Sanemi swore, flailing to catch his balance when Gyomei spoke. “Gah- how did you? I was so careful-”

“Your footsteps might have been silent, but remember: I rely on vibrations.” Gyomei sounded amused, a small smile pulling on his lips. “Yours are hard to ignore, my friend.”

“Oh? Is that so? Well, this is hard to ignore too!” Giving up any pretense of sneaking, Sanemi shot his hands out to Gyomei’s sides, worming his fingers against the clothed torso with determined fingers. ‘Please work please work please work’ He begged in his mind.

Gyomei stiffened, surprised. Then his core was shaking, soft rumbly laughter bubbling over his lips at the sudden tickle attack. “Ahehahhaa….ahahhaha…shihihinazugaahahahwaa, what is thhihiihihis?”

“Ha! So you are ticklish! Good!” Sanemi grinned, relief coursing through him like waves. His new bounty of confidence pushed him onward, shooting his hands up towards the highest rib he could reach on the bigger man. “Let’s get you cheered up, big man!”

“Shiihihihihihinazuuhuhuhugawa, plehahahahhahse!” Gyomei snickered and laughed, hands bracing his knees, overcome with the feathery sensation. Still, even with this going on, he could feel something else alongside it. “Yohoohoohoohu shohoohohohuld ruhuuhuhuhuhn nohohohohoohw.”

“Run? Why?” Sanemi blinked, briefly pausing his tickles. Had he overstepped?

“Boo.” Tengen said in his ear.

If Sanemi had the moment, he probably would have let out an uncharacteristic scream at the sudden jumpscare. He might have flown across the pavement, turned around and tore Tengen a new one for nearly giving him a heart attack.

But he didn’t have time. For as soon as Tengen scared him, he was grabbed and pulled back a few feet, fingers pressing into his ribs..

“Gahahahhahahhaha! Tehehehhehehngehehehen, you son of a biihihihihihitch!” Sanemi cackled out, flailing and thrashing in Tengen’s lap as the grinning Hashira found all his worst spots. “Gehehhehehhet ohoohohohohoff!”

“No way! You’re out here bullying our dear Gyomei, and you think I’m just gonna let you go?” Tengen tsked in mock disappointment, moving his fingers upwards to the smaller man’s armpits, earning a scream. “I didn’t think you had it in you, Sanemi. Such a naughty boy.”

“Yohoohohhou dahahahmn hihihihihihpocrihihiihiihte! Yoohohohohou tickled him the other dahhahahhahay!” Sanemi argued, letting out a childish squeal when Tengen pushed past his shirt, tickling his bare stomach and chest.

“Oi, who are you calling a hypocrite? I do it in a flashy way, so that negates any hypocrisy.” Tengen nodded proudly, as if any of his arguments made sense.

“Buhuhuhuuhuhhut the Mahahahhahahster toohohohohld me tohohoho!”

“Accusing Master Kagaya of such crimes? How unflashy!” Tengen gasped in shock. “How could you say something so lacking in flamboyancy!”

In the background, Gyomei smiled to himself as listened to his friends play. Now that the air was cleared, it made sense Kagaya sent someone to do this.

Gentle as that man was, he sure had a playful side to him.

“Oi, stone man.” Fingers brushed against his neck suddenly, making Gyomei shiver and duck. “Don’t think you’re in the clear just because the loud rock is busy.”

Obanai. How long had he been in that tree? Gyomei was about to ask when a hand brushed against his neck once more, then again. “Ahehehehehe, Obahahahhanai, please!”

“Sorry, Gyomei. Master’s orders.” There was a clear note of mischief in Obanai’s tone, along with a sudden weight as he placed himself upon Gyomei’s shoulders.

 “Operation Cheer Up must go on.”

I hope this was good!

[paperultra]

Can we get some headcanon how each pilars (or the ones you like the most or Tanjiro group) will react if you invite them to a dance? And how they will dance are they confortable? It is weird?

[A/N: made these ballroom-type dance scenarios, so i hope that’s okay! modern!au :) Warnings: Swearing

Tomioka Giyuu:

Poor Tomioka Giyuu

Does not know how to dance.

He does not particularly want to dance.

But there is an eager light in your eyes

And your hand squeezes his own tightly

“Please, Giyuu-kun? I’ll never ask any favors from you again.”

So after a brief moment of hesitation, he says

“Alright.”

On the night of the dance, he dresses up and walks with you to the venue as you chatter about this and that

When it’s time for the actual dance, you hold your hand out towards him

And as always, he takes it without a word and lets you tug him along.

You’re not that good at dancing either

It’s mostly a lot of turning and haphazard switching from one foot to the other, sticking your tongue out in concentration as the music swells

At first, he follows your path like a kite on a string, his expression blank and reserved

But sooner or later, the music and your laughter start to affect him

His footsteps get just a little lighter

Then a small smile forms on Giyuu’s lips as he suddenly tightens his grip and leads you in one direction

You follow with a bright grin and pull him the other way

And with quicker heartbeats and eager breaths, the two of you begin to dance together.

Kanroji Mitsuri:

Mitsuri loves the entire concept of ballroom dancing

(So romantic!)

When you invite her, her cheeks turn rosy, and she claps her hands together

“Ooh! A dance? Of course, I’d love to go with you!”

She has some experience doing these types of things

(Plus, she’d practiced waltzing in her bedroom many times when she was younger)

Come the night of the dance, Mitsuri is totally excited!

She wears the prettiest flowy dress she has and swoons over your own outfit when you meet up

“You look really pretty, Mitsuri.”

“Ah, you think so? Thank you, [Y/n]!”

“Dancing the night away” is the perfect phrase for the two of you

She treats it like she treats any other thing she does – with great passion – and has an absolute blast spinning about the room, even sweeping you off your feet at times

Mitsuri is totally in her element! She’s quite coordinated and doesn’t step on your toes a single time

(Though sometimes she nearly forgets that you might need breaks, prompting her to whisk you over to the refreshments and give you water)

(But once you catch your breath again, you’re ready to get right back out there)

The entire time, she thinks about how much fun the two of you are having and how great a dancer you are. It’s like you’re the only two people in the world

Iguro Obanai:

Obanai doesn’t like dancing.

You don’t like dancing.

But you’re socially obligated to go to this event, and for some reason, you’ve decided that he should suffer too

“You can pretend to go to the bathroom for the rest of the night after introductions. Just please come, Iguro-kun. I am begging you.”

“Then continue begging. There’s no way in hell I’m going.”

You pout and drop the subject. But during the rest of your time together, Obanai can practically feel the silent begging in your eyes

Finally, out of the weakness of his heart, he clicks his tongue.

“Fine. Don’t expect me to be friendly.”

On the night of the dance, the two of you arrive together and attempt to stay seated for the duration of the event

Your parents will have none of it

So Obanai soon finds himself moving stiffly along the dance floor with you in tow

“It’s like dancing with a robot …”

“You brought this on yourself.”

Holding you this close is a new experience for him

And truth be told, it’s one that he doesn’t completely dislike

(If only he and you weren’t doing this in the middle of some stuffy gala –)

For just a few moments near the end of the song, he loosens up and turns you almost gently

Before murmuring into your ear

“Never ask me to do this again.”

Shinazugawa Sanemi:

“Hah?”

“A dance. Next weekend.”

Sanemi’s mostly confused, thinking about whether he should be offended by your request

Because why would you ask him? Kanroji or Uzui would be a better choice

He’s not the ballroom dancing type at all

“I’d really appreciate it if you went with me.”

“Why the hell’s that?”

You just close your eyes and smile

“’Cause I want to dance with you.”

(He ends up going to the dance.)

Sanemi feels a little out of place at the event, dress shirt unbuttoned maybe a little too much, though nobody’s brave enough to confront him

Glares at everyone who looks in his general direction as you flit around to greet people

When you finally come back to his side and ask him to dance, he grumbles a bit, but puts his drink down and takes your hand

It’s kinda awkward

He wonders what the point of all this is – the two of you are kinda just swaying back and forth

When you suddenly step closer, he starts

“The fuck?”

“Ah – sorry.”

You withdraw sheepishly

…

Sanemi grunts and tugs you in again

“Oi. If you’re gonna do something, stick with it.”

Himejima Gyoumei:

Gyoumei’s never been to a very formal dance like the one you’re describing

(Most of his dancing experience involves swinging his students around during playtime)

He is pleased that you want to go with him, though

“Ah, and it’s a fundraiser? I would be glad to accompany you.”

“Really? Thank you, Himejima-kun!”

He does voice his concerns about being so tall, wondering whether it will be an issue when the two of you dance, but you just pat his arm and assure him that it will be fun

And it is

He’s very gentle and careful

Neither of you are very interested in doing any fancy moves, so he follows well when you tell him the steps, turning and moving whenever he feels the slight pressure of your fingers against him

On the rare occasion when it happens, you let him know where a couple is about to brush by, so he and you don’t bump into them

It’s comfortable. Gyoumei talks to you as you dance, asking you about the little mundane things happening in your life

You answer back in kind; there’s a smile in your voice the entire time

He makes sure to hold you close.

Uzui Tengen:

Tengen knows he’s the last person you want to ask, but he’s also the only one available, so.

Cue flamboyant grin as you shuffle over to him, mumbling your invitation

He puts his arm around you and pats your shoulder

“Sure! Make sure to wear something flamboyant, [S/n]-san.”

“Yeah, whatever. It’s at seven next Saturday night.”

On the night of the dance, he doesn’t hold back on his outfit, fingers and ears and hair adorned with jewels and catching the light

And to your credit, you clean up pretty well too

Tengen’s the one who offers his hand

“Wouldn’t be much of a dance if we didn’t participate, would it?”

You shrug, still grumpy about inviting him, apparently

But you stand up and go with him anyway

He’s ballroom danced before, but not excessively – not that he would need to; Tengen is a quick learner and fluid with his movements

As well as a considerate partner

He is thoroughly offended by your surprise when he asks you to lead

“You’re letting me choose?”

“What’s with the tone?! I wouldn’t just do whatever I wanted with you the whole time.”

You blink and look away, brow furrowed

(That night, you learn that Uzui Tengen isn’t as much of an asshole as you’d originally believed.)

Tokitou Muichirou:

Muichirou doesn’t hear you at first, lost in his thoughts

“—chirou-kun? Hello …?”

“Hm? Oh. What is it?”

You look flustered

That’s not unusual, but nevertheless, it causes him to tilt his head questioningly

… And you’re covering your face as you repeat your request

“G-Go with me to a dance, please!”

Oh

He nods slowly

And then goes back to staring at the clouds.

At the actual dance, Muichirou just kinda floats around, following you or doing his own thing

He’s not totally invested, but you are; so when you ask him to dance, he obliges and allows you to lead him to the dance floor

He is a very relaxed type of dancer

This ends up complementing your more nervous movements

Despite his slightly airheaded nature, while dancing, the boy is remarkably aware of the space around him and keeps you moving in time with the music

(He does stare at you for a concerning amount of time, but it’s not intentional – it’s an unconscious habit of his and you’re quite used to it)

When the music stops, you shyly thank him for dancing with you

“You’re welcome. I liked it.”

Kochou Shinobu:

Shinobu is flattered and slightly apprehensive

“I’d love to go with you. But I should let you know that I’m not a ballroom dancer …”

Upon your insistence that you aren’t either, she chuckles and asks you when and where the dance will be

(Kanae helps her choose her clothes and shoes for it, excited that her little sister’s trying something new with you)

When the two of you get there, you introduce her to all your other friends before bringing her down to dance

“Have you ever danced before?”

“Ah, my parents had us take lessons when we were little, but it’s been years.”

“Okay, cool! I have no idea what to do.”

So, Shinobu ends up leading you in the dance, recalling the basic steps quite easily

She’s pretty graceful and, being athletic, has no trouble keeping up a steady pace with the faster songs

… Kind of gets into a teaching zone and pushes you to stay on beat, smiling a little too cheerfully when your eyes widen during a turn

“You can do it!”

“Uh-hUH …!”

But both of you have fun overall. Your steps get easier and smoother with each song, until there’s less thinking and more feeling with the movements

Shinobu is glad to have accepted your invitation

Rengoku Kyoujurou:

He immediately says yes

Arms crossed over his chest, smile wide and voice booming, Kyoujurou basically lets everyone in the vicinity know you’ve invited him to a dance

“Of course! A dance sounds very enjoyable! I will see you there!”

You grin and nod, rushing away with a quiet chuckle

He accompanies you to the place where the dance is held, peppering you with questions about what it’s for and who you know there

And once the pair of you arrive, he’s eager to meet with people and try the food

As for the dancing –

Kyoujurou is not a very good dancer, technically speaking!

But he is a fun dancer!

He likes spinning around until you’re dizzy, lifting you and putting you down as he does so

Light on his feet and firm with his grip

He also likes to talk as you dance

“You look fantastic tonight!”

“O-Oh, thanks! You look nice too!”

“Thank you!”

Being him, he draws attention to the two of you, some strange looks and some chuckles, but he’s too focused on making you enjoy yourself to really notice or mind

And you don’t really notice either

Kyoujurou likes dancing! But the real treat is spending time with you

[hanniejji]

OBANAI WITH A TSUGUKO! S/O

[ iguro obanai x tsuguko!y/n ]

anon: "Obanai with a fem tsuguko who's soft and gentle. How would others react to that?"

note: I'm sorry that this took so long lmao but here you go anon!! | m.list

warnings: cute shit

before you were iguro's tsuguko, he used to not believe that you were strong enough to replace him or to even be a demon slayer what a judgemental bitch :<

he's not exactly gentle or whatever, so he sees your softness a weak spot

probs didn't want to speak to you back then

but seeing you fight to protect someone else and willingly throwing yourself in front of death did a heavy change and he instantly gives you his respect

NOTHING BEATS A WOMEN WHO KICKS ASS LMAO

when you asked him to teach you his breath style, he was kind of taken aback

he probs thought you'd like the breath of water or breath of stone than his

but he took you in nonetheless :>

he couldn't exactly say no to you with your pleading face uwu

he was definitely NOT he's still in denial oof blushing

BUT YOU BEING A SOFT AND CUTE PERSON DID NOT STOP HIM FROM BEING MERCILESS IN YOUR TRAINING

u may be cute but if you're going to train under him then he's gonna make you one of the strongest demon slayers uwu

HE'S PROUD WHENEVER YOU SUCCEED SOME PARTS OF HIS TRAINING AND GLADLY GIVES YOU HIS PRAISES

sometimes he'd get you the foods u like as a reward :'>

he loves seeing your concentrated and determined face when training or fighting a demon

it totally differs you from your caring and gentle personality

BUT HE WORRIES THAT SOME DICK WILL TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOUR SOFTNESS SO HE'S CONSTANTLY REMINDING YOU TO NOT TRUST STUPID PEOPLE

sometimes he'd take it easy on you

he'd give you advices and corrects you when he sees you struggling

he also took you in some of his missions

HE DISCOVERED THAT HE LIKES IT THE FIRST TIME YOU GUSHED ABOUT BEING CAREFUL

he'd act like he's not listening when you tell him to get some rest but he'd give you want later and rest uwu

smol scene where he's so tired from a mission and he watched you go around making him food, preparing him a hot bath, and just caring for him

he's always delighted when you awe or compliment him about his talents uwu

HE'D FIND IT SO ENDEARING THAT EVEN WHEN YOU'RE KIND OF EMBARRASSED YOU STILL WANT TO TAKE CARE OF HIM

he LOVES your food hfkaif cook for him more pls

he's quite a tsun so he'd probably deny it with a slight huff and a turn of his head and a big ass blush :'>

SPEAKING OF CARING

you unexpectedly got along with kaburamaru uwu :'>

at first he was wORRIED THE SNAKE'S GONNA BITE YOU WHEN IT LITERALLY JUMPED OFF HIS SHOULDER TO YOU

but what's more surprising is when kaburamaru slithered its way around your shoulders and gently nudge its head on your cheeks

HE MELTED UWU

no one, AND I MEANT NOT FUCKING SOUL, was able to get kaburamaru to like them

he literally became a puddle of awe when he watched you coo at the snake

it's your child now

bye iguro

the first time he took you to one of the pillar's meeting was such a fucking mess

uzui thought you were his girlfriend or something :'>

rengoku congratulates him and wished him a strong and long lasting relationship

shinobu was being shinobu and was teasing the hell out of you

YOU WERE A WHOLE STUTTERING MESS HAJDHAKD

he probs shouted that you were his tsuguko out of embarrassment JFAIFJAOD

"NEVER THOUGHT YOU'D FLAMBOYANTLY PICK SOMEONE THAT CUTE AND SOFT"

"I congratulate you, iguro-san! may the both of you have a bright future ahead! I support!"

"I am very happy to hear that one of my children has a lover, I'm happy for the both of you"

"GO FLEX HER SOMEWHERE ELSE ASSHOLE"

"I'm glad you found your happiness, iguro-san! AHHHH THE TWO OF YOU ARE SO CUTE!!!"

"that cloud is shaped like a heart..."

"l/n-chan, what did you even see in iguro-san?"

"......."

"SHE'S MY TSUGUKO YOU DUMB NUTS"

he did not took you to another pillar meeting again :'>

[ketsuyuki-hibana-typed]

Rengoku Kyoujurou x Little Sister Figure Reader (Final Part) (NSFW WARNING)

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4

Phew, finally! This is the last part! Thank you all for the amazing enthusiasm!!

I skipped some part on the wedding, so I’m sorry if it’s not really fully pictured on how traditional Japanese wedding should be. However, the ceremony are in sequence, so you don’t have to worry about it

“Rengoku-san.”

“…”

“Rengoku-san?”

“…”

“(y/n)-san?”

“Yes?”

“What.”

“What.”

Zenitsu looked at you with implausible expression. You tilted your head in confusion.

“You are already married with… Former Flame Pillar, right?”

“Yes?”

“But when I called you Rengoku-san, you’re not reacting.”

“Sorry.” You slurped the last noodle on your bowl, and put the bowl down on the table. “I get used to be called by my given name.”

You got up from your seat, along with Tanjirou and Zenitsu. “Thank you for the food, Uncle!”

“Be careful on your way!”

You waved to the old man and walked out together with these two younger demon slayers.

“But, ‘Rengoku (y/n)’ give us new vibe, right?” Tanjirou chimed in.

“Well, I guess. But, I prefer you to called my name if we’re together. When people said ‘Rengoku-san’, Kyoujurou and I would turn around, feeling the one who being called. It’s a little embarrassing though.”

“Confusing, indeed.” Tanjirou let out small laugh.

You laughed and distracted with birds that went thorough your head. You stared at the blue sky.

How long has it been? Around 2 weeks ago?

The blessing chaos?

Right. Back to the house where both of you still working hard on his blessings. It’s really memorable night.

When Shinjurou told his son to literally kill himself, you reacted fast.

“Kyoujurou, don’t-!”

But it’s too late because he already took the short sword without doubt. He unsheathed it and pointing the blade to the stomach.

Stabbed his left abdomen with it.

You gasped and tried to reach his wrist in desperation.

But you saw no blood. He looked down, confused too because he didn’t feel pain.

“Ha- HAHAHAHAHA!!!” Shinjurou blasting out cackles. “Oh, I can’t believe that you really being a fool in front of the woman you love!! Impressive, you did it without hesitation.”

“Father.” Kyoujurou frowned, checked the sword on his hand. The blade wasn’t sharp, it has its own mechanism. When he pushed the blade down, it dives into the handle, making it down and disappeared. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Just wanted to test you, what a stupid boy. There’s no way I could kill my own son.” Shinjurou wiped his tears, feeling amused. And then, he cleared his throat. “Very well then. Kyoujurou. I give you my blessings.”

“Father!” You glistened and glancing at Kyoujurou. He smiled widely too.

“I should make it into official words right?” He looked at Kyoujurou in the eyes. Kyoujurou fully seated on his heels now. “I, Rengoku Shinjurou, giving my approval for my son, Rengoku Kyoujurou and his future wife, (y/n), to perform a sacred marriage between both of you. May Kami-sama gives us blessings as well.”

“…Father, thank you.” Kyoujurou about to teared up.

“What is with that face? You give a bad vibe, geez. Hurry up and get out. I have something to do.”

“Yes, Father!”

When both of you closed the shoji door, Kyoujurou lifted your body and spinned you on the air.

“We did it!!” He hugged you, clamped both your back leg with his one arm, make you sit on it. You held on his shoulder while crying, sticking your forehead to his.

“Yes!!”

It’s finally happening, trial after trial.

Kyoujurou ran to engawa, you followed him from behind. He stood outside, making “O” sign with his hands, putting it in front of his mouth and screaming,

“I’M GOING TO MARRY MY LITTLE SISTER!!”

“Kyoujurou, stop it!! It’s really weird! The neighbors will get you wrong!!” You pulled his kimono while giggling.

“Oh, let’s correct it.” He smirked and turned his head again. “I’M GOING TO MARRY WITH THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!! I’M! GOING! TO! BE! (y/n)’s! HUSBAND! YOU ALL SHOULD KNOW THAT SHE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THIS WORLD!!”

“SHUT UP!!” Shinjurou’s voice was heard from across the house. Both of you were giggling again.

Everyone in the headquarters was really happy. They congratulated for your next step with Kyoujurou. No one opposed because you really fit each other and plus, you’ve been with him for a long time, it’s not weird if you ended up together with him.

You decided to marry at shrine, Kyoujurou wanted it too. Both of you prepared the necessary things, like marriage registering administration, traditional dress (already picked by Shinjurou), rehearsal before the day and many more.

On the marriage day, both of you prohibited to meet each other until the ceremony begins. All of the men Pillars were gathered in his preparation room.

“Yomoya, is this really necessary?” said Kyoujurou when the staff tighten his obi.

“Rengoku-san, is your body…. vibrating or-?” He’s too eager to see you again.

“Ah, this guy was always like this.” Uzui snickered. “He can’t wait to see his girl.”

“Wife.” Kyoujurou scoffed.

“No, not yet.” Iguro sighed.

Meanwhile, the Pillar girls were busy pipping on how beautiful you are in your dress.

“Aah, so pretty!!” Mitsuri’s eyes were shimmering while the staff puts on veil-like on your head.

“Rengoku-san will fall for you again today.” Shinobu giggled.

Finally, the ceremony began. You entered the shrine where Kyoujurou was already stood beside the altar. With Shinjurou as your accompany and some shrine’s people, you walked slowly as the traditional flute played in background.

You stopped and stood in front of him. You felt nervous and so did Kyoujurou, but he became happy when he finally met you in the gorgeous white dress.

When the veil from your head was revealing your face, that’s when Kyoujurou’s heart melted.

You saw him in the Mon Haori Hakama, and could feel your face flushed in red. Everything attached on his body are perfect, he looks so manly and compassionate at the same time.

On the other hand, he saw you in awe with white wedding dress, Shiromuku. He lost words, and just grinned stupidly there, couldn’t move.

“God, I’m marrying the embodiment of beauty itself.”

“Ssh, Ani-ue! No talking.” Senjurou elbowed his ribs.

The ceremony reached its peak. In this part, Kyoujurou was tasked to read wedding vow with you beside him.

“On this great day, before the Ookami, we are sincerely thankful for this ceremony. On forward, we will love each other, trust one another, share the good times and the bad, and swear that this will stay unchanged, throughout our lifetime. Today-” He stopped for a while, and took one breath.“Husband, Kyoujurou.”

“Wife, (y/n).” After some clapping as a pray for the Ookami, both of you facing each other.

Kyoujurou took the wedding band and put it on your finger and you did the same as him. You almost cry, you almost dropped your body there but you hid the excitement very well until the ceremony ends with drinking sake and cheers among the families and Pillars.

It’s a relief that the ceremony went well. But unfortunately after the wedding, you didn’t went back to home, let alone a honeymoon. An urgent mission was occured and you had to be there, since you have right ability to match with the demon’s type in that region.

So after the ceremony, you changes again to your usual uniform, departed goodbye to Kyoujurou.

“Please stay safe.” Kyoujurou kissed your temple, and cupped his face with your hand. “It’s not funny if I had to save you again in the middle of snow.”

“It’s spring now.” You giggled and kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry, I’m with Tanjirou and Zenitsu.” The said slayers were popped out from behind her back

“Kamado shounen, Agatsuma shounen, I’m counting on you. Don’t make her fight recklessly, will you?”

“Yes, Rengoku-san!!”

And now, just like that. Fortunately today after 2 weeks, you were going home with them.

As soon as you stepped in the house Senjurou greeted you with his daily sunshine smile.

“Welcome home, Ane-ue.”

“I’m home, Senjurou.” You patted his head contentedly. “Where is Kyoujurou?”

“He’s at his room. But…” Senjurou stood on his toe, whispering on your ears. “He’s mad because you extended your mission into 2 weeks. He was being quiet this morning too.”

You chuckled and pat his back. “Don’t worry, I got this! Your sister will fix his mood!”

“How about dinner?”

“I’ll call him!”

You entered your room, met with him while he was writing something on the paper.

“I’m home, Kyoujurou.”

He suddenly stood up without saying anything. You could sense malicious aura emitting from his body, even though he’s smiling.

Uh-oh, looks harder than said.

“So, care to explain why you didn’t reply my message and why did you extend your mission?”

“Uh, I’m sorry, it’s not just killing demons, I’ve been busy with administration too.”

He brought you into his embrace. You didn’t say anything but hugged him too.

“Are you mad?”

“I’m not, I became anxious when you didn’t reply to my message.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Repeat what you said earlier.”

“I’m home, Kyoujurou.”

“Welcome home.” He brought your chin up and kissed your lips. He deepened his press towards you, and you closed your eyes, feeling the warm soft lips meet each other.

He broke the contact and looked straight at your eyes.

Lust.

“We… Haven’t do 'it’.”

You could feel your face slowly burning. You turned around and tried not to be nervous. His face was actually flushed with red too, but he kept it cool.

“Can- can we… do it after dinner, or after everyone was asleep? Senjurou already asked me to call you.”

“Sure.” He smiled tenderly, rubbing your cheek in circle and kissed it.

You couldn’t concentrate while eating. You only sleep with him after he declared to marry you. You even never touched him randomly without his consent. You know marriage before sex is number one in this household.

You understand what does 'it’ means. But still, you’re nervous. Kanroji has given you some advice, and some female Demon Slayers who already married gave you advice too.

Your head was spinning greatly? Sex? How to do it properly? What if he didn’t satisfied with you?

You swayed your thoughts and hurriedly eating.

When everyone was asleep, you and him started to change from kimono to bed robe.

You sat on the futon, still fully clothed, while he dimmed the lantern light. He went towards you and sat in front of you with crossed legs.

'HOW DID I DO THIS AGAIN? WHAT DOES KANROJI TOLD ME?! I SUDDENLY FORGOT! Should I show my boobs? Should I?!’

Your eyes were spinning again, you timidly put your fingers in front of your kimono. Kyoujurou still not saying anything but smile.

Calm down, you told yourself. Tell him everything he had to know about yourself once more.

With one breathe, you looked straight at Kyoujurou’s eyes while holding his hand.

“Kyoujurou, before we started, I wanted to tell you something.” Kyoujurou still smiling but he blinked twice in confusion.

“Yes?”

“I wanted to tell you that… My body… It probably didn't match on what you’re imagining. I got so many scars, and blisters from fights with demons. I know, it’s not really endearing and I know that I should be the one who thought about how to make them disappeared. Shinobu already gave me scar gel, but it took time to make it gone. So, I apologize in advance. If- After you looked at my skins and felt disgusted, it’s okay if you don’t want to do it further with me.”

“Yomoya… Calm down, (y/n).” He kissed your lips gently. You squeezed shut your eyes and feeling the warmness of his lip slowly disappeared. You slowly opened your eyes again and met his warm and gentle pupils. “I’m not judging you from your body. I’ve promised to you no matter what happens, I take your whole as it comes. I didn’t care how you look, how many scars, blisters, wounds you had. It’s part of your beauty, just like how you see my body.” You nodded shyly. Ah, you didn’t pick wrong wrong decision when you decided him to be your husband.

“So… shall we?” He slowly moved forward with his knees. You gulped while flushing red.

“Su- Sure. I- I’ll be in your care! Now, just do what you like!!” You squeezed your eyes shut and uncovered your front slowly, revealing your breast with some scars on it.

“Wait what, nonono!!” Kyoujurou blushed more and pulled your robe back at its place again. His heart throbbed too fast he swear you probably could hear it. “Let’s do it slowly. I want you to be comfortable.”

“Ri- Right.” You never felt so embarrassed from your entire life.

He patted your head first, brought down his hand to your cheeks and cupped it.

He started with light kiss on your lips, and proceeded further with sucking it lightly. You responded, biting his lips too and opened your mouth slightly. He didn’t miss the chance and slipped in his tongue and playing in your warm cave.

He pushed you down, until your head reach the pillow. He slowly undone your front robe lace. He stared at your beautiful body. Your body probably has scars on your chest and stomach, but it’s still beautiful on his eyes and secretly made him turned on too.

“Um, please don’t stare too much.” You covered your face. “It’s embarrassing.” He chuckled.

“Sorry.” He moved your hands from your face and kissed your nose.

He started with kisses on your neck, ligh-bit it and make hickies here and there, while fondling both your breast with his palm. Sometimes, he flicked and petting on those nipples, making you shivered.

He kissed all of your body, from neck, shoulders, chest, stomach, thighs, and inner thighs. He appreciated the scars and everything that presented to him from your body.

It’s an honour for him.

He opened your legs, and putting his head in between it, hold one of your thighs with his hand. He put one finger inside you. You shuddered under the sensation. He started to fingering and stretching your hole, sometimes licked your clit and labia. He also put his tongue, tasted you.

“Kyoujurou, it’s dirty the- Nghh…” You lost your voice, he ravished you with gentle touch from his tongue and lips, slowly licking your entrance while hearing your moans. You can’t help but clenched your legs, trying to sandwiched his head but he hold your thighs and keep licking down there.

“Wa- wait, something is-Ah!

You came on his face. You panted hard, your chest puffed up and down. You loosened the clench on the futon and looked down. You saw your husband licked your cum from his cheek.

“I’m- I’m sorry!!” You hurriedly pulled a small towel at your side and wipe his face. He chuckled and gripped your wrist.

“It’s fine. Let’s continue.” He pushed you down again, nibbled on your lower lips and presses your stomach.

He readied his own length towards your entrance. You looked down and immediately thought, “Will it be fit down there?” But you shrugged that feeling.

“Are you ready?” You nodded certainly. “Hold into my neck.” He lifted and positioned your legs, straddled on both of his hips. His body moved towards, his lips kissing your temple tenderly. You draped your hands onto his neck.

“Tell me if it’s hurts.” He slowly pushed his length down there. You shuddered on the sensation. First tip was in and you jolted at the strange thing. He shushed you down.

“Mm, ow.” You felt a slight pain in the middle of your entrance. You gripped his back, and accidentally dug your nails inside it. “I’m sorry, Kyoujurou. I clawed your back.”

“Are you okay?” He concerned and looked down, checking if you’re bleeding or anything that cause you writhed. You nodded. “Please, just tell me if you sense a discomfort.”

“I’m fine, sorry I clawed your back.” You said that, with teary eyes. Kyoujurou was really worried, but you still insisted to continue. “It’s just- It’s strange to think yours could fit inside me.” You tried to lighten the mood by giggling, but he became more concerned. He knew that you hold back the pain, but he decided to kissed your tears, cheek and nose to soothe you.

“It’s okay, relax.” You nodded and shut your eyes. You could feel he’s holding something because his breath was heavy. He really tried hard to not hurt you.

After awhile, you tapped his back, “It’s okay, you can move now.”

He let out low groan and started moving from slow pace.

It felt weird, really weird. But you enjoyed it. You still hang into his neck, while holding both of your legs intact, change the pace from slow to faster. You suddenly felt random, it’s hot, warm, happy, pleasure, sharp, shivering and a lot of mixed feelings build up inside your body. You started let out moans and mewls. You released your hand from his neck and grabbed the futon sheet instead. It made your breast jiggling more and it’s really erotic view for Kyoujurou

He relished every thrust he made, always make sure his wife felt good too. He tried any position that could made you scream, so he pulled out almost his length and quickly thrusted it again inside you.

“Mh, AH!” You covered your mouth in confusion. What is with that great feeling earlier??

“That’s the spot.” He smirked and licked his lower lips. He change his pace again, from faster to rougher.

You cried and tried to low your voice by biting your hands. He pushed your hands and moving forward, telling you to bite his shoulder instead. You do it, surpressing the muffled moan and cries. His pace became frantic, he groaned more on your ears.

“I’m close.” He whispered to you, holding his grunts.

“Me- me too, ah!” He lifted one of your legs on his shoulder,His thumb rubbing in your clit carelessly.

The over stimulation made you came first, you screamed his name from your lung, hoping that nobody wake up. It’s the first time you feel such great pleasure in your entire life. You shuddered with the sensation. The liquid from your body slowly made it way out of your lower hole. Kyoujurou still moved, until he reached his own euphoria. He groaned on your ear and releasing his seed inside you. After few thrust, he pulled out, looking at his cum trail broken from your inside.

“Are you feeling good?” He asked you while caressing your hair, make it on your side. You nodded while smiling. You cupped his cheek and kissed him on the lips. “I’m glad. It was so great. Thank you.” He kissed on your temple.

After that, you forgot what happened next.

“Ouch.” You woke up with stiff back and hips.

When you peeked on your lower bottom in the next morning, thick liquids was oozed out from there. “Right, I was… Unconscious after-”

Your face suddenly burned, you put your palm on your face. 'AAAAH, WE DID IT.’

You felt something covered your body. It’s Kyoujurou’s big kimono.

“By the way, where is he?” You tried to stood up with your knees and palms. If Kyoujurou looked at you, you exactly looked like a newborn fawn.

When you finally stood up, you lose your balance and almost fell down.

“Oops.” Kyoujurou came in time to held your back. “I was planning to clean you up last night but you were asleep. So, let’s bathe together!” He wrapped you with his robe, and slipped his hand behind your knees. “Was- Shoi!”

“Wait, I could walk alone! What if Father and Senjurou spotted us?!” You started to panicked when he brought your body out of room with bridal style. Squelching sound was heard from your lower part and you tried so hard to covering that part more with his robe while embarrassed. He laughed.

“Don’t worry, they were on the other side of the house today!”

He cleanse you up in the bathroom. You shuddered under his touches. You’re counting on him, relied everything on scrubbing your body, bathing you with warm water and cleansing you up.

After bathe, he brought you to your shared room again, dressing you up with new kimono.

You took a peek on his bare back. There are claw marks here and there, some even scratches thoroughly his skin. You blushed because you exactly knew what happened. You slowly touched them. He startled.

“I- I’m sorry. Did it hurt?”

“Don’t worry about it!”

“Wait, I’ll be back!”

“Huh, (y/n)?” He quickly wore his robe to cover his back. “It’s okay, I just wanted you to- Ah, there she goes.”

You came back with a box contained with aid kit.

“Let’s change your eye patch too.” He sighed in defeat. You tilted your head. “What’s wrong?”

“I wanted to pamper you today, but instead, you had to busy taking care of me again.” He sulked while putting his weight on your back and putting his chin on your head.

“This is my duty as your wife.”

“You’ve been doing this since you’re 'my little sister’.”

“Well that’s right, but it’s still my responsibility to take care of you right?”

He didn’t really like it, but he gave up. You put off his old eye patch, and like always, you changed it into new. Kyoujurou loosened up his robe, showing his bare back once again. You started to smear oint treatment on his skin.

“Are you mad?” You teased him while applying the oint.

“No.”

“Looks super mad to me.” You laughed, and he pouted, propped up his chin with his palm. “Don’t be mad, this is my obligation.” You quietly write 'I love you’ behind his back. He got the message and turned around.

“You sly.” He caught you in his big arms and showered you with kisses everywhere on your face.

After treatment, both of you sat on the engawa, just looking outside while enjoying the morning spring sun.

“Hey, how about you retiring?” Kyoujurou started the conversation.

“I… Still think about it. I still able to fight, and have no serious injury unlike you-”

“I wanted children.” He goes straight to what he desire most. “I wanted their mother to be by their side when they grow up. Being a Demon Slayer or Pillar is really high risk. I… I’m not ready to lose you, not after what we’re going through. You’ve done so much.”

“You wanted child?”

“Only if you could bear with it.”

“Of course, it’s my wish too after all.” You twined your finger with him while leaning on his shoulder. “I will rethink about retirement and ask Oyakata-sama.”

“Maybe two or three children.” He played with your fingers. “I could imagine Father played with them, Senjurou having nap with them. They ran around at this yard. I will make our children into great Demon Slayers or at least, has great swordsmanship, just like their mother.” He snuggled on your head.

“Well, I could imagine them saying 'I will burn you’ to the demons and 'Wasshoi’ parades.” He laughed.

“It’s good if it’s more merrier!!”

You chuckled and leaned more on him. His shoulder was warm and really comfortable, fitted to your small head.

“Are you still tired? How about your hips?” He looked at you yawning.

“A little stiff, but I’m fine. I probably should take a nap.” You rubbed your eyes. He smiled and pulling your head onto his laps.

“Since you always lend me your laps, it’s my turn to return the favour.” You blinked in brief moment but then nodded and positioned yourself. “Well, my lap isn’t soft, unlike yours.”

“It’s okay. I like my new pillow.” You smiled and closed your eyes, slowly drifting in your dreams. Kyoujurou gently caressed your hair, and kissed your cheek.

You never thought it will be a happy end like this. Your world already crushed into nothing when you were a newbie Mizunoto and found out your family was murdered. But when Kyoujurou came, he rebuild your world again, from crumbles, until slowly made it into endearing and beautiful world once again.

It is such a blessings for you, from the day he saved you until you fully became the part of this family.

You didn’t realize that both of you saving each other. Kyoujurou really thought you saved this family when he almost couldn’t resolve the situation in his house anymore. He thinks that you brought warmness once again inside his family. You brought love, pierced thorough his self defense smoothly and find his true self, accepted all of him.

Both of you never realize, you bring that fortunate together. You and him shared happiness and sadness, laughed together, cried together, and fought together.

It’s just the beginning of your journey.

[project-ohagi]

Obanai Iguro x Reader {Kimetsu No Yaiba}

Swordsmithing had always been your passion, even from a young age. So, despite your youth, the hard-working and friendly atmosphere of the village lured you in. Forging custom-made Nichirin blades for the Demon Slayer was thrilling, the excitement caressing every single nerve in your system. You were alien to everything here, but the quaint little houses, even the veteran smiths themselves, they all felt so homely. The villagers welcomed you immediately, and you became quite closely acquainted with most of the Pillars.

There were, of course, exceptions.

To your horror, one man had decided to relentlessly torment you, forever skirting around your vision and serving as a major distraction. Come on - all you really wanted was to be able to concentrate on your work! Which god had you disrespected so badly, to warrant this verbal abuse, among his other forms of taunting? He had many. Too many. Though, fate apparently deserted your heart, coiling around your neck and threatening the delicate flesh with shots of venom. The lack of oxygen reaching your system must have constituted to the tinting of your cheeks, for they flushed a vibrant crimson. Wait…that wasn’t the hue they would adopt under such dire circumstances! And…what was causing your heart to seek escape from its cage of bone? At the moment the hammering palpitations began, you would duck away from sight completely, but somehow, that sly fiend of a Demon Slayer always managed to creep up on you. He was so sneaky! Also, he never just sat normally, which confused you. Figuring out his hiding spot was rather a hassle, too, until he started lowering snakes on to your head. You never screamed, and you assumed that simply flinching wasn’t enough to satisfy his sadism.

In reality, all he actually craved was your unbridled attention and undying fidelity.

Was that honestly such a great requisition?

Something about you had piqued his interest, although he couldn’t attest to exactly what. Your masterful hands could produce the most incredible blades, and, similar to him, you were covered in bandages. These mainly veiled your arms, and they could have been a discussion point, if only the Snake Pillar wasn’t lacking in proper social etiquette. He always made a point of hovering nearby, trying to catch even a fleeting glimpse of the skin beneath all that white paper. It was hypocritical of him, yes, considering he refused to show his un-bandaged mouth to anyone. He also noted your unyielding dedication to the craft, but the corners of his lips tugged upwards slightly, not quite in a sneer, whenever he appeared to be grating on you.

Finally, some of your attention was being redirected to him! The swelling of his heart felt unusual, but not unpleasant.

Why was so much of his precious time being wasted, purposefully, at the Swordsmith village? Before this, love hadn't been an emotion he wished to possess, for he was aware that it was capable of seizing control of his life, and bringing him to complete ruin. You, a simple artisan, were cradling his heart amid a bouquet of feathers. It was…such a light feeling, so gentle, so pure. But…he didn’t know how to arrest your unadulterated affections - definitely not in any sort of conventional way, at least. Instead, he guessed that the stalking, the gifts of snakes (which you always seemed to spurn, for some reason??) and the odd comment about your shy nature (this was done with extreme arrogance and very little regard for your feelings, which was wholly unintentional) would capture your attention.

Well, at least you faced him!

Though, that strangely-comical mask was wonderful at shielding your expressions, so he couldn’t tell just how affected you were by his actions and remarks, or if you were blushing. Around him, you were constantly flitting between anxious and flustered, but he could only decipher the former, from body language. Your words never betrayed your innermost emotions, and he presumed that you were simply expecting another beratement. He couldn’t see the scarlet painting your cheeks, nor hear the thundering of your heart. When you refused to counter him, or even acknowledge that anything had been said, he grew upset.

On your end, curiosity was gnawing on your brain, forming questions like: how did he look beneath those bandages? And: could he communicate with ALL snakes? Also: DID HE HAVE A FORKED TONGUE? The latter, if anything but fantasy, would certainly pierce your heart with sheer force of cuteness! You did feel an unquenchable adoration fluttering around your system, like thousands of butterflies' wings, brushing tenderly against your neck and cheeks. With the red dipping further down your face, you wondered if he would soon discover it.

Why must he spend such extended periods of time in the village? This was really muddling up your thoughts and emotions. You had swords to craft! Swords! For Demon Slayers!

"(L/n), when will my blade be ready?"

You sighed quietly, not wanting to cause him any dismay, but needing him to understand your plight. "Please consult someone else, Iguro-san. Surely you can see that I am busy?"

This answer was, apparently, unsatisfactory. "I want you to forge my blade. No-one else."

"I cant."

Uwaa! Why is my heart beating so loudly? I really hope he can’t hear it!

His dual-coloured eyes shimmered beautifully in the daylight, and it hurt to rip your own, duller pair away. "Why not?"

Seriously?!

"I already told you, Iguro-san, I am busy at the moment." You continued to gaze at some ores, praying that your message would be conveyed and comprehended.

"Then stop making that one, and make mine."

...Did he just hiss at me??

[colourstreakgryffin]

Could I request separate headcanons for Yan!Tengen and Yan!Obanai for a reader who's like Pastry? Here's a link for reference

https://cookierunkingdom.fandom.com/wiki/Pastry_Cookie

As you wish, my glass angel! I hope this’ll be what you want! Damn, this one is tough too! But I hope I got Pastry Cookie’s character right!

Yandere! Uzui Tengen

Tengen finds you cute with your colourful looks and last name of cookie! Like Obanai, he is very impressed by your skills and in that moment, he knew he needed to make his fourth wife

Tengen is not aggressive to physically attack anybody that tries to talk to you but is possessive and protective enough to drag you away and make up excuses. You shouldn’t have to expand your energy for wastes of time

The way you bond with his wives boosts his obsession with you. You’ll be the perfect next edition if you like the homely environment he will keep forcing you to visit. No matter what, you’ll be his!

Tengen really likes your devotion to the Corp and your zealous beliefs. He won’t try twist them but he’ll keep track of them so he can better try woo you with the topics you like. At least, it helps with luring you to his Estate

As said in his original Yandere Post, Tengen is a very romantic Yandere that spoils the ever living hell out of you, even after you decline his proposal. He may not understand your refusal and keep persisting but he won’t lay his hands on you

“As you always say, Dokusha. Purge him and his foul creations, right? So, let’s go purge all of them together! Like the best married couple in Japan, it’ll be wonderful with you by my side as my bride. Don’t you think?”

Yandere! Iguro Obanai

You are colourful and eccentric with a cute last name. Obanai suspected you’d be a gentle and sweet soul, but he was surprised by how diligent and battle-ready you are, with such amazing skills that made his heart prune

Obanai loves watching you hone your katana with such concentration. He wished he could take pictures from your Estate’s backdoor. Yes, he stalks you a lot, both in and out of public as he is determined to learn everything he can about you

Obanai furiously chases away the people who merely ask you about your religious nature. He gets so barky that you can’t help but see him as a bulldog bodyguard

Yandere Obanai is still as possessive and protective as he usually is, not really wanting you to be a Hashira but he is very impressed by your intense loyalty

He is quite delusional, he believes you adore him as much as he adores you so he often distracts you from your daily praying and get all up in your space. Obanai is invasive but he can’t help himself

“Dokusha. Where are you going? Yes! The unclean should be purged but none of those demons are worth your life, let me handle them. No, I’ll handle them, you stay here with Kaburamaru”

[knybits]

A Murder of One

Chapter: 

12

Summary:

Akiko evolves. Our two protagonists talk. 

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The cause behind Akiko’s unease unravels a day later. 

She’s in the midst of weaving her last stitch, the sun finally having risen, when Miruna hops into the room. 

“Hey! Out! Contamination!” Aoi tries to kick Miruna out, but what Miruna says next thoroughly shocks everyone in the room (minus the unconscious demon slayer.)

“Rengoku Kyoujurou has been killed by Upper Moon Three! Tamura Akiko is to report to the Ubuyashiki Estate at once!” Then, Miruna hops out. 

Akiko finishes up, leaving everything else into the hands of the girls. She quickly thanks them before washing herself up, ridding herself of blood before quickly pulling on some fresh clothes. 

Goto is already waiting for her outside, and she’s blindfolded before thrown onto his back. Then, the two are off and Akiko uneasily awaits for her arrival. 

Time passes by quickly, Goto hightailing it to the Ubuyashiki Estate. Once she gets there, Akiko immediately takes notice that she’s the only one there. This quickly changes, as Miyuki walks into the garden with Sanemi. 

Miyuki looks so utterly drained, and it looks like she’s been crying. Sanemi glances at her with worry, and Akiko can see the love in his eyes. But Miyuki’s tears are shed for someone else. 

“Akiko…” Miyuki weakly mutters, her arms spread out for Akiko to run in to. Miyuki’s cold presence is closer than usual, and Akiko shudders when she pulls away, but it seems to have made Miyuki the smallest bit better, and that’s all Akiko can ever hope for. 

“Akiko? Care to sit next to me?” A familiar voice asks, and Akiko whirls around to the engawa. 

Oyakata-sama is already seated with one of his daughters by his side, and he’s patting the area next to him. 

“There’s something I need to discuss before I start the Pillar meeting,” he says, and Akiko carefully takes her shoes off before crawling up onto the engawa. 

As more of the Pillars begin to show up, they look at Akiko curiously. She knows that she doesn’t have a strong presence, so they must be confused as to why someone like her gets to sit next to the dearly beloved Oyakata-sama. At each Pillar’s arrival, his daughter lists their names. 

So Akiko meets Himejima Gyomei, Tokitou Muichirou, Iguro Obanai, Kanroji Mitsuri, and Uzui Tengen. Her teacher, Kochou Shinobu, shows up, and looks surprised when she sees Akiko seated next to Oyakata-sama. There’s also Tomioka Giyuu, but Akiko ignores him completely. 

The only person missing is Rengoku Kyoujurou, though Akiko’s never met him before. No one makes a move to comment on his passing. Miyuki looks torn enough. 

“Let’s get started, shall we? I know Akiko here has some more lives to save,” Oyakata-sama comments, and Akiko looks down to her lap in embarrassment. 

He’s straight to the point, and Akiko’s eyes widen when he declares, “Tamura Akiko is the official Demon Corps head physician.” 

He chuckles lightly, “Though I suppose it’s been like that since the start. At any rate, because of the overall looming threat of the Upper Moon demons and Kibutsuji Muzan himself, Pillars will only go on missions when there is the threat of an Upper Moon demon. Akiko will be on standby for these missions, so please treat her well.” 

Akiko pales under the gaze of all the pillars, and she can feel their judgement. It’s like being looked down upon by other male demon slayers, but it’s worse this time. Only the female pillars look at her with warmth. Akiko feels like an animal at display in a zoo. 

“Your crows now have orders to fly to Akiko as soon as you encounter an Upper Moon, and for her to hurry to your location as soon as possible.” 

Miruna caws nearby, fluttering into Akiko lap and glaring at the other pillars. Akiko shushes her crow before a bunch of other crows flock to her, and they all start to caw at each other before flying off again. 

Despite her overwhelming want to hide in a pit, Akiko looks up to meet the gazes of the pillars head on, and she raises her hand, “Hi.” 

“I refuse to have a doctor babysit me.” 

“Sanemi.” 

“I will reconsider my refusal.” 

Miyuki flashes Akiko a weak smile, and Akiko is grateful. 

Akiko is told to go back to the Butterfly Estate, and the Pillar meeting commences. Goto asks her what happened on their way back, and when she tells him the news he congratulates her. 

“It was bound to happen,” he says nonchalantly, and Akiko feels warm with the praises she’s been receiving. Three years of hard work and her title is official. She can’t wait to send her parents a letter, as much as her father won’t believe it. 

The trip back seems shorter, since she and Goto have things to talk about. Once a certain distance away, Goto removes her blind fold so that she can enjoy the scenery.

He makes sure that she promises not to tell anyone that he has a certain soft spot for the ginko eyed girl, and she flashes him a bright smile in her happiness. 

Akiko is surprised to see Aoi waiting at the front gate for her. 

She frantically rushes up to Akiko, and Akiko can only assume the worst. 

“Everything is already prepped! Tanjirou’s been stabbed in the lower left abdomen!” 

Everything feels like a whirlwind for Akiko. Aoi has to ask her multiple times if she’s mentally strong enough to perform surgery on her fiance, and Akiko insists that she’ll be fine, but the truth is that Akiko has no idea. 

She’s patched up plenty of torn open stomachs before, and from what she’s heard, Tanjirou stopped the bleeding with his full concentration breathing. This case shouldn’t be all too hard, but her hands sweat a bit at the idea. 

She sees Zenitsu without many injuries, and Inosuke looks like he’s been crying, but Tanjirou is the one that’s suffered the most. 

He’s laying on the table, and he smiles weakly when he sees Akiko enter the room. 

There’s more than just exhaustion in him, and Akiko is too busy blocking out other emotions to try and figure out his own. She’ll just have to ask him what happened after she saves his life, and she makes a promise to herself to make sure Tanjirou makes it out alive. 

A mask is pulled over his face, and the last thing he sees is gold. 

Tanjirou dreams of his father. 

He’s just hit double digits, and he’s helping his father to weave some sandals. Akiko is playing with his other siblings, and Takeo is helping Kie with the laundry. 

Everything is perfect. 

Tanjuro looks down at his son, smiling when he sees that Tanjirou is watching his fiancee with soft eyes. Tanjirou laughs when his father strokes his hair, and he begins to help weave sandals again. 

“I’m really glad you chose Akiko to be my fiance!” Tanjirou smiles up at his father, and a memory is brought back up to the surface for Tanjuro. 

He stares at his son, a bit troubled, and Tanjirou’s nose twitches at the different scent. He looks back up at his father, tilting his head as he waits for his father to explain his change in mood. 

Tanjuro looks at his hard working wife, then back down at his son before smiling sadly. 

“We never told you the story as to why you’re engaged to Akiko, now did we?” 

Tanjirou shakes his head no, and Tanjuro delves into the story. He keeps it quick and straight to the point, and Tanjirou is old enough to understand the situation. But there’s a condition that Tanjuro makes sure to emphasize, and fear makes its way into Tanjirou’s heart. 

“Tanjirou, you must remember that you two aren’t shackled together by ball and chain. If perhaps one of you falls in love with someone else, you’re allowed to leave the engagement. Ray and I didn’t want this to be set in stone, you see?” 

He doesn’t like this. 

There’s a chance that Akiko will marry someone else. 

Would that mean all the time they spent loving each other will go to waste? 

But they’re still kids, so will Akiko not even count her engagement to Tanjirou after she meets someone she truly loves? 

Akiko leaves for Tokyo again next week, and Tanjirou has faith in her while she’s there, but does Akiko know that she holds a key to the cuffs that bind the two? 

Tanjirou blinks when he sees that Akiko is waving at him with a smile, and he waves back too. Akiko can see the mood shift between the father and son from where she is, and she doesn’t like how fearful Tanjirou looks. 

So she runs up to him, orange in hand that she helped Nezuko pick just now. 

“Look! It’s all ripe and everything! Here, you can have it!” Akiko smiles, and Tanjirou takes it gratefully. 

When he holds the orange up to his face, his eyes shift from her eyes to the orange. The colors are off, but he still decides that it’s close enough to compare to again. 

His heart melts from worry and he tucks the new information into the back of his mind. 

“It kinda reminds me of your eyes!” 

When Tanjirou wakes back up, he sees an IV stuck in his arm. His body feels stiff and he’s in pain overall, but he has to assume that he’s already maxed out on painkillers. 

Judging by the smell, it’s Aoi that just walked into the room, and she casually walks up to his bedside. She has a plate of food and a cup of water on the tray that she’s holding, and she sets it by his bedside table to check on the IV bags. 

“You’ve been out for a couple days, and Akiko is a little busy accompanying one of the pillars on their mission, but she’ll be back soon,” Aoi tell him, and he blankly nods his head.

Aoi sighs when she assumes that her words went in one ear and out the other, but there isn’t much she can do about that. 

So she ups his morphine then walks out. 

Akiko returns late at night, a little blood on her hands but nonetheless injury free. It’s not even the blood of a pillar, rather a demon slayer she found on the side of the road that accidentally cut themselves with their katana. 

Idiot. 

She sighs, washing her face over the sink and ridding the blood from her hands. Her shoulders ache a bit from the weight of the bag, since Iguro refused to help her carry it despite the fact that she lagged behind a lot. 

“You’re the official doctor now. Figure it out.” 

Akiko wants to sock him in the face. 

At any rate, when Aoi tells her that Tanjirou is awake, Akiko quickly makes her way to the medical ward, only to find that Tanjirou isn’t even in bed. Zenitsu and Inosuke are out like a light, though they aren’t even injured, and Akiko rolls her eyes at the empty dishes by their bedside. 

Kanon is just too nice sometimes. 

So Akiko wanders the empty halls, her eyes aiding her through the darkness, and she finds herself staring at a mindless Tanjirou looking up at the moon on the engawa. 

She quietly seats herself next to him, her eyes already checking over his state and making sure that he isn’t sleeping while sitting. 

“The demon gave us a bunch of dreams,” Tanjirou starts, and Akiko listens. “It was a really nice dream. You were in it. So was mom, and Rokuta, and Hanako, and Shigeru, and even Takeo. Nezuko was under the sun, and I was really happy. 

I think the fact that it was a dream turned it into a nightmare. 

I wonder what aniki dreamed of…” 

Akiko looks over at him, “Aniki?” 

“Kyoujurou. He promised to make us his tsuguko.” 

Akiko feels bad that she asked, and she can see the pain well up in Tanjirou. He turns away from the moon to look at Akiko, and it hurts even more to see the reflection from the moonlight in her eyes, the exact sight he saw in his dream. 

“Can you hold me?” 

Immediately, Akiko holds her arms wide open, and Tanjirou cries as he falls into her embrace. Her slightly bloodied shirt starts to stain with his tears, but he keeps his sobbing quiet. Akiko is running her hand through his hair like she did in the dream, and he can’t help but cry louder. 

“You could have saved him,” he hiccups out, and Akiko’s heart throbs. 

“If anyone, you could have. Akiko, he died a noble death, and if you were there you could have saved him…! I know you can…” He continues to cry, but Akiko doesn’t say anything. 

“I saw more of the city. I saw the environment you grew up in without me. You’re different now and I love that, but you don’t need me anymore.” 

Akiko blinks owlishly at his sudden turn of topic, but she allows him to release all his pent up emotions. He’s an unstable wreck right now, and the best thing she can do is listen. 

He pulls away to look at her, and he can’t see properly thanks to the tears in his eyes, but he smiles when Akiko thumbs his tears away. 

“I love you so much Akiko. We grew up together, and we taught each other so much. But if you don’t want to marry me because you want to choose your own life, I understand.” 

What.

Akiko glares down at her fiance before squishing and pulling his cheeks, and Tanjirou can smell an immense amount of frustration. 

“You’re really dumb.” 

“....Huh?” 

“Like really really dumb. Super duper dumb! I can’t believe you’re such a big dummy! Dum dum.” 

“Akiko, wait-” 

“Alright listen here,” she slaps his cheeks, and he winces from the pain. But it’s Akiko’s mistake to ram her forehead into his, and he can see a trail of blood roll down her forehead, but she pays it no mind. 

“A- Akiko-?!” 

“I love you, Tanjirou. And I’m glad we get to marry each other. After all this pain you put me through, because I love you, you think I’m going to not marry you? I’ve loved you since we were kids, arranged marriage or not. 

And we’ll keep growing up together, and we’ll keep teaching each other. We’re still young! I’m still choosing my own life, and that includes you. I choose you, Kamado Tanjirou. 

Because I love you.” 

He stares into the eyes of an unwavering woman, and the sunrise reflects in her glassy eyes. She’s tearing up, and Tanjirou can’t help himself from crying again. 

So he holds her face too, and he laughs. 

Her eyes shine with their new beginning together, as equals. 

She kisses him, and all is well between the two. 

thats that on that for that arc :,,) theyve figured(?) things out!! 

also dont kill me but aoi and kanao are gonna date in my story and you hating fuckers can FOF OFF thanks i love the idea of them together :,) also im p sure aoi is actually a year older than everyone?? o h?? shes second year of high school in the kimetsu gakuen au so shes actually older!! 

also the amount of parallels i have in my story,,,, LMAO COOL 

and a thank you to @kny-writings for letting me borrow miyuki again! she might make a couple more appearances uwu