#kimetsu no yaiba Hashira

[soulofapatrick]

How they react to physical contact

Summary: how Sanemi, Giyuu, Obanai, Muichiro (aged up), Zenitsu and Inoskue react to you showing them any form of physical contact

Words: 3.3K

Warnings: none

Notes: should I do more of this type of thing?

The fire flickers weakly in front of us, the flames struggling to hold back the biting cold of the night. I sit wrapped in my haori, staring at the glow, but my attention keeps wandering to Sanemi. He’s sitting a few feet away, his back against a tree, arms crossed tightly over his chest. The tension in his shoulders and the sharp edge of his jaw tell me he’s trying to act like the cold isn’t affecting him, but I can see the faint tremble in his frame.

Sanemi Shinazugawa, always so damned proud. Always so determined to take on the world alone.

I sigh, pulling my blanket tighter around my shoulders as the wind picks up. A part of me wants to leave him to his stubbornness, but I can’t. Not when I know how much he’s been through. Not when I know how much he’s hurting—even if he won’t admit it.

Standing, I take the blanket with me and walk toward him. His head snaps up, his piercing gaze locking onto mine.

“What the hell are you doing?” he barks, his tone rough and defensive.

“You’re freezing, Sanemi,” I say simply, stopping in front of him. “Let me help.”

“I don’t need your help.” He glares at me, his pride practically radiating off him in waves, but I don’t miss the way his fingers twitch slightly, betraying how stiff they must be from the cold.

I roll my eyes, ignoring his protests as I sit down beside him. “You’re impossible,” I mutter, draping the blanket over both our shoulders before scooting close enough that our sides touch.

He stiffens immediately, his whole body going rigid. “What the hell—”

“You’re shivering,” I interrupt softly. “And I’m the Fire Hashira. If I can’t warm you up, who can?”

His mouth opens like he’s about to snap at me, but no words come out. He just glares at the fire, his jaw clenched tight.

Minutes pass in tense silence, the only sounds the crackling of the fire and the wind rustling through the trees. Slowly, though, I feel the tension in his shoulders start to ease.

“I don’t need—” he starts again, but his voice is quieter now, less sure.

“I know,” I reply, my tone gentle but firm. “But you deserve it anyway.”

He’s silent for a long moment. Then, to my surprise, he shifts. It’s subtle at first, a slight movement closer, but then he turns, rolling over to face me. Before I can say a word, he wriggles under my arm, pressing his face against the crook of my neck. His breath is warm against my skin, and I feel his arm slip around my waist, holding me with a surprising gentleness.

My heart stutters in my chest, but I don’t pull away. Instead, I wrap my arm around his shoulders, holding him close. His hair tickles my chin, and the warmth of his body against mine feels like a fragile kind of trust, one I’m almost afraid to break.

“Don’t say anything,” he mumbles, his voice muffled against my chest.

“I wasn’t going to,” I whisper back, smiling softly.

His grip tightens slightly, and I swear I feel the faintest hint of a sigh escape him. The fire crackles softly beside us, and for the first time tonight, the cold feels far, far away.

The campfire crackles faintly, its glow barely keeping the darkness at bay. The cold night air wraps around me like a second skin, and despite the layers of my uniform and haori, the chill seems to seep right through. I glance over at Giyuu, lying on his side a few feet away from the fire, his back to me. Even in the dim light, I can see the faint tremor in his frame, the cold getting to him more than he’s willing to admit.

Giyuu is like that—always quiet, always trying to endure everything on his own. It’s a part of who he is, but it also makes my chest ache to see him like this.

The wind picks up, and he shivers again, curling in slightly on himself. That’s it. I can’t just sit here and watch him freeze.

Without a word, I shift out of my spot by the fire, grabbing my blanket as I crawl over to him. He doesn’t move or say anything, but I can tell he knows I’m there; his body tenses slightly, almost imperceptibly, as I settle behind him.

“Giyuu,” I whisper softly, but he doesn’t respond.

Gently, I drape the blanket over both of us and lie down beside him, pressing myself against his back. He freezes completely when I slip my arm around his waist, holding him close. His body is cold, far colder than I expected, even under all his usual layers.

“You’re freezing,” I murmur, my voice barely audible over the wind. I bury my face in the back of his shoulder, feeling the rough fabric of his haori against my skin and the faint, shivery rise and fall of his breath.

“I’m fine,” he finally mumbles, his voice quiet and distant.

“No, you’re not,” I say softly but firmly, tightening my hold on him. “Just… let me do this, okay?”

He doesn’t answer, but he also doesn’t push me away. His body stays stiff for what feels like an eternity, as if he’s bracing himself for something he doesn’t know how to handle.

Slowly, though, I feel him start to relax, his shoulders dropping slightly, his breathing evening out. He’s still quiet, but there’s a subtle shift in the air between us—something softer, more vulnerable.

I close my eyes, letting the warmth we’re sharing push back the cold. “You don’t have to do everything alone, Giyuu,” I whisper against his shoulder.

This time, there’s no response, but the faint way he leans back into me, just enough to close the last bit of space between us, says more than words ever could.

The evening is quiet, the air heavy with the sounds of crickets and the distant rustle of trees. I can feel the tension in the space between us, but it’s not the kind that usually lingers—this time, it’s something different. Something… softer.

I sit across from Obanai, watching him as he sharpens his sword, his focus intense, his usual guarded expression set in place. His snake-like eyes dart over his work, lips pressed into a thin line. He always carries himself like there’s a wall between him and everyone else. I don’t mind it; it’s part of who he is. But sometimes… sometimes I just wish I could break through that wall, even if it’s just for a moment.

The urge to reach out to him hits me unexpectedly. It’s a simple gesture—a soft touch on the arm, just to show him that I’m here. Just to remind him that he’s not alone in all of this.

I shift a little closer, my hand brushing his arm as I rest it there, my fingers lightly grazing his skin.

For a moment, there’s nothing. No reaction, no change in his posture, just the soft scratch of his sword against the whetstone. But I can feel the slight tension in his muscles, the way he stiffens, like he’s unsure how to react.

“Don’t,” he mutters under his breath, his voice low and strained. “You don’t have to do that.”

I pause, but I don’t pull my hand away. Instead, I let my fingers linger for just a moment longer, tracing the line of his sleeve, a quiet reassurance. “I know. But I want to.”

His hand falters, his grip tightening on his sword, but he doesn’t withdraw from the touch. His breathing hitches just once—so quietly that I’m not sure I even heard it—but it’s enough to tell me that my presence is reaching him in a way he hasn’t let anyone else see.

“You’re not good at this, are you?” I tease softly, my thumb brushing against his skin.

His gaze flicks up to meet mine for a split second, and for the briefest moment, his eyes soften. “I don’t need anyone’s pity,” he responds, but there’s no bite to his words, just a faint flicker of vulnerability.

“I’m not giving you pity, Obanai,” I reply, my voice sincere. “I’m just offering you a little comfort. You deserve it, you know.”

His mouth tightens, a stubbornness still present, but he doesn’t move away. The warmth of his body still radiates through the fabric of his uniform, and for the first time in a long while, I sense him letting himself feel something other than the weight of his own isolation.

“You’re an idiot,” he mutters under his breath, but this time, there’s a quiet, almost fond tone hidden beneath the words.

I smile at that, gently squeezing his arm. “Maybe. But I’m your idiot.”

And for the first time since I met him, I catch the briefest glimpse of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It’s fleeting, but it’s enough.

He doesn’t pull away, and neither do I.

The sky above is dark, stars scattered across the expanse like tiny pinpricks of light. The mission has left us exhausted, but there's a strange calm in the air tonight, the kind that settles between us without a word being spoken. Muichiro sits next to me, staring into the distance, his usual distant expression making it hard to tell if he's lost in thought or just simply existing.

I watch him for a moment, the way he’s so still, almost like a statue, his hair falling neatly over his eyes. Despite his calm demeanour, I know Muichiro has been through more than most people can understand. And sometimes, I wonder if even he understands it.

I don’t think about it much longer before I shift, deciding to inch closer to him. The night air is chilly, and it feels right to just share a little warmth. He doesn’t move as I settle next to him, just the faintest tilt of his head in my direction.

Without asking, I lean over slowly, gently resting my head on his shoulder.

The moment I do, there’s a sudden tension in his body, as if I’ve triggered something deep within him. He freezes. His whole body becomes a statue, no longer just his face, and I can feel the slight tremor in his muscles as his breath catches.

For a moment, there’s nothing but silence between us.

I raise my head slightly to look at him, but his gaze is fixed forward, his pupils slightly dilated. His usual calm demeanour is shattered, and I can see the way his fingers twitch, like he’s unsure what to do.

“I… um…” Muichiro starts, his voice trailing off awkwardly. “Why are you doing that?”

I smile softly, not pulling away, enjoying the rare moment where he seems just a bit off-balance. “Because you looked like you needed it.”

His face flushes slightly, and I can see him shift uncomfortably, his usually smooth expression faltering just a little. He tries to compose himself, but it’s clear I’ve caught him completely off-guard.

“I don’t need…” His voice is almost too quiet to hear, like he's struggling to find the right words. “I don’t know how to… what do I do?”

I can feel the warmth of his body close to mine, but the awkwardness is tangible, almost like the air around us is thickening. I chuckle lightly and lean back into him again, my head resting against his shoulder.

“Just… relax, Muichiro. There’s nothing you need to do.”

For a long time, there’s no response. He doesn’t push me away, but I feel him hesitate, unsure, still trying to wrap his mind around why this simple touch is affecting him so much.

His breath steadies, but it’s still a little shaky as he shifts, allowing himself to relax just a little into the contact. I smile, feeling the faintest pressure against my shoulder where he shifts slightly closer, almost imperceptibly.

And in that moment, I know: I’ve done something to him. Something that breaks through his usual reserve. I’ve short-circuited his calm, and for the first time in a while, Muichiro Tokito doesn’t know how to respond. But he doesn’t pull away. And that, in itself, is enough.

The night is quiet, the faint rustle of trees in the breeze the only sound besides the crackling of the campfire. Zenitsu sits a little further away, staring at the fire with that familiar, anxious look in his eyes. He’s trying to seem tough, like he always does, but I can see the way his shoulders are tense, the way his hands fiddle with the edges of his haori as if the night itself is too much for him.

I can’t help but smile at the sight. Zenitsu, for all his shouting and bravado, really is just a bundle of nerves. He’s brave, yes, but sometimes I just want to pull him close and remind him that he doesn’t always have to be alone in his fears.

I move toward him quietly, watching his back as he stares at the fire. He doesn’t notice me at first, too caught up in his thoughts. I stand behind him for a moment, debating how to approach him—he’s sensitive, after all. But then, the feeling of wanting to comfort him, to ease that tension in his body, overtakes me.

I step up and, without a word, wrap my arms around his waist from behind, pulling him into a hug.

Zenitsu’s body stiffens instantly, his breath catching in his throat. I can feel the surprise ripple through him, and for a second, there’s a beat of silence between us. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, as if he’s trying to process what just happened.

“W-What are you doing?!” His voice cracks in that familiar, panicked pitch. “W-Why are you hugging me?!”

I rest my chin gently on his shoulder, holding him a little tighter. “Just because. You looked like you needed it.”

His body remains rigid for a moment longer, but then I feel his shoulders relax—just slightly, enough for me to tell that he’s letting it sink in. “But… but I’m a mess!” he protests, his voice still tinged with his usual self-doubt. “I-I’m not good enough for you, I’m always screwing things up!”

“Zenitsu,” I say softly, pulling him a little closer, “You don’t need to be perfect. I don’t need you to be perfect. You’re more than enough just the way you are.”

His breath hitches again, but this time it’s quieter, softer, as if my words are reaching him in a way he’s not used to. I feel him melt just a little more into the hug, his hands falling to his sides instead of trying to pull away or push me off.

“I…” His voice is quieter now, almost embarrassed. “I don’t know how to handle this…”

I can’t help but smile against his shoulder. “You don’t have to handle anything. Just let me hold you for a moment, alright?”

Zenitsu doesn’t respond right away, but I can feel the way his breath slows, the way he’s leaning into me ever so slightly. I know he’s still nervous, still anxious, but for a brief moment, he allows himself to be held. And to me, that’s enough.

“I… I’m glad you’re here,” he finally murmurs, his voice small, but sincere. “I… I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I squeeze him just a little tighter, letting him know he’s not alone. “You’ll never have to find out, Zenitsu.”

The air is thick with the scent of the forest, the faint rustling of leaves in the night breeze adding a quiet undertone to the silence around us. Inosuke sits on the ground, grumbling about something, his head lowered as he scowls at the fire, but I can see the way his eyes flicker toward me every so often. He’s never been one for subtlety, always so brash, so full of energy. But there’s a different intensity in the air tonight—like something unspoken is simmering beneath the surface.

I watch him for a moment, the way his sharp features soften when he’s lost in thought. He’s so wild, so untamed, and yet there's something so endearing about him that I can’t help but smile.

Without thinking too much about it, I step closer, drawn to him in a way that feels natural, almost like it’s meant to be.

I slide up behind him, close enough to feel his body heat through the layers of his boar pelt, the familiar roughness of his demeanour still there, but now there's something almost vulnerable in the way he’s sitting—open, waiting, like he knows something is about to change.

“Hey, Inosuke,” I call softly, my voice warm but steady.

He grunts in acknowledgment but doesn’t turn to look at me, his attention still locked on the fire.

I take a breath, feeling a flutter of uncertainty in my chest, but I shake it off. This is Inosuke. He’s not the type to need careful handling. So, without overthinking it, I move in closer, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Inosuke freezes immediately. He doesn’t flinch, but there’s a moment of complete stillness, like he’s trying to process what’s happening. He doesn’t respond right away, so I bury my face into the back of his neck, just resting there.

At first, he doesn’t say anything, his body tense under my touch, almost as if he’s unsure what to do with the sudden closeness. But then, I feel him relax just a little, a deep breath escaping his chest as he shifts slightly.

“What are you doing, huh?” he mutters, but it’s not the usual brashness or annoyance in his voice. There’s something softer in it, a hint of confusion mixed with curiosity. “You’re hugging me?”

I smile against the back of his neck, letting my fingers trail gently along his sides. “Yeah. I am. Is that a problem?”

Inosuke shifts again, his broad shoulders tightening, but this time, he doesn’t pull away. “Tch, not a problem,” he grumbles, but I can tell it’s more to cover up the slight flush in his cheeks than anything else. “Just didn’t expect it, that’s all.”

I laugh softly, letting my arms tighten around him just a little, feeling the warmth of his body under my touch. “I think you needed it. You’re always so tough on the outside, Inosuke. But sometimes you need someone to hold you, too.”

For a brief moment, I feel his hands twitch, as if he’s considering pulling me away. But then, much to my surprise, I feel his hand slowly come up and rest gently on mine, his fingers curling slightly around mine.

“Don’t get any weird ideas,” he mumbles, but there’s a softness to his words now that wasn’t there before. “I’m not some damsel in distress.”

I can’t help but chuckle at his attempt to keep his tough exterior intact. “I know you’re not. But you don’t have to be all tough all the time, you know.”

There’s a long pause, and when he speaks again, his voice is quieter, more subdued than usual. “I’m not used to this,” he admits, his hand squeezing mine just slightly. “But… I like it.”

I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face, and I squeeze him back just a little tighter. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

Inosuke doesn't say anything more, but he doesn’t pull away either. And for the first time, his usual restless energy seems to soften, like the calm of the night has finally found its way to him.

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[faintrustle]

TENGEN UZUI:

[rougepancake]

Pervert!

Ft. Giyuu, Shinobu, Obanai, Uzui, Gyomei, Sanemi, Rengoku, Mitsuri

Warnings: Panty/bra stealing, mentions of masturbation, just sexual themes overall. Afab reader. Minors and ageless blogs dni!

Summary: Just some headcanons! Not proofread!

GIYU TOMIOKA:

He’s so sly about it. Like the two of you will be hanging out and as soon as you turn around, he’s checking you out.

Though, he does feel a little guilty since you’re one of his closest friends (and his neighbor-), but at the end of the day, it won’t matter because he’ll be moaning your name until he passes out.

He’s the type to feel guilt in the moment and then think back on it later and be like “worth it.”

Giyu tells himself that it’s only natural to feel these types of things. (It is, right??) It kind of makes him feel less bad about it.

He walked in on you changing once and was never the same afterwards, I’m talking about the hardest hard on to ever befall a man ✋☠️

He’s not totally perverse though, because he respects your personal space and doesn’t try to hug or feel you up, but every time he gets off to you it makes him feel worse.

This man is borderline about to just get down on his knees and beg for you to be his because he’s so desperate for you.

However, he does enjoy catching sneak peeks of you when you’re in the shower or while you’re changing.

I mean you’re just right there so how can he not stare?

SHINOBU KOCHO

She sleeps over. All the time. Doesn’t even try to hide that she might be a women enjoyer.

She’ll do little things like “Y/N have you ever kissed a girl to see how it would feel? Why don’t we test it out to see if we’re lesbians hehe~”

You two also go skinny dipping together in the nearby lake frequently, and often times she’ll come up behind you and grope you jokingly (Because girl things amiright?)

This chick openly steals your bras and underwear. AND WEARS THEM. IN FRONT OF YOU.

SHE’S PUTTING SHIT DOWN AND YOU’RE NOT PICKING IT UP. LIKE THIS ISN’T PERVERSION, SHE IS HARD ON FLIRTING

She takes you out to places that are referred to as make out spots and likes to give you little sexual innuendos here and there, but you’re so oblivious it drives her up a wall

She literally offered to “demonstrate” how to properly give someone head AND THEN PROCEEDED TO EAT YOU OUT LIKE HER LIFE DEPENDED ON IT

Recently, however, you’ve noticed that some of your vibrators (the ones that weren’t gifts from Shinobu) have gone missing

Not to worry, they’re in good care as long as they’re with Shinobu, and honestly, so is she.

She is shameless.

IGURO OBANAI

He’s so bbg istg, but he’s a DEVIL when it comes to you

He lives for hugging you and brushing his fingers against your ass, or dropping things on purpose and watching you bend over to pick them up

Speaking of bending over- this man has an entire photo album dedicated to pics of your juicy ass

He is definitely the type to get turned on at the thought of you finding that album; He just loves the riskiness of it all

He takes you out for drinks and gets you a little tipsy so he has a reason to ‘watch over you’ because it’s simply not safe for a girl like you to be alone and wasted

Obanai also has pictures of you sleeping, ones where you can see how tight your shorts are and ones where you can see your perky nipples through the shirt you’re wearing

He really can’t wait until you find those ones.

Once after a night out together, he went through your room while you were asleep on your couch and stole one of your vibrators

That night, he used it until the battery died, shaking from pure overstimulation and excitement. However, he never got tired of moaning out your name desperately

He does feel some form of guilt though, after all, what he’s doing isn’t exactly morally acceptable. And he would have made his move a while back if he wasn’t so scared about ruining your friendship

So for now it’s just useless masturbation, pretending it’s your pretty little lips wrapped around his aching cock

TENGEN UZUI

Has more self control than Shinobu, but barely.

He openly slaps your ass in public, placing his hand in your back pocket as you walk together and glaring down anyone who gives you funky looks.

He’s also a lightweight, so whenever the two of you go out for drinks, it always ends in him flirting (poorly) with you and asking you to join in on a foursome with Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma

He gets all whiny when you say no and offer for him to spend the night at your place so he doesn’t have to walk home alone, but then again, he’s gonna be at your house for a night 👀

The next thing you know, your favorite pair of panties are missing, along with your most worn bra and even your favorite perfume.

You ask him about it the next time you see him but he denies all accusations. Low and behold, the next time he spends the night, your bra and perfume return, but sadly, you’ll never see those panties ever again.

Whenever he’s wasted and at your place, he begs for you to bathe him to help him sober up, but the last time you did that, he got a hard on when you ran your hands down his broad shoulders.

Your friendship dynamic is the dumb idiot (Uzui) and the tired mom (You), so it’s often that you wind up taking care of him in situations like this.

However, unlike Obanai, he hardly has any photos of you, instead, he prefers to take sneak peeks while you’re showering

He gets even more painfully hard when he catches a glimpse of how the water runs down your gorgeous body, your head turned away and your ass facing him is the best sight he could ever behold.

But he’s not the type to masturbate alone, moaning your name like a slut, he takes it to Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru, who are far from worried when he ‘accidentally’ moans out your name while they’re pleasuring him.

He’s sworn them to secrecy though, so they’ll never be able tell you how terribly he shakes when he calls out your name.

GYOMEI HIMEJIMA

Out of all of them, he’s definitely the one to feel the worst about it. Like, it goes against his views to be thinking of someone like this and it causes him to feel MASSIVE amounts of guilt.

Since he’s blind, he has to imagine what you look like, which isn’t hard because he had you describe yourself to him when you first met.

He sees you as the most perfect woman to ever grace the planet, he’s 100% smitten. He is legitimately in love with you 🙏🙏

The two of you share an apartment, and due to Gyomei’s strong desire for you, he’s considered moving out.

He hates it, he genuinely thinks it’s wrong to think of you in such a way. But Uzui and Rengoku told him that it’s totally normal for a man to think like that and not to worry about it.

There was one night when he had come back from work later than usual and had assumed you were asleep, only to hear you pleasuring yourself in your bedroom.

He may be blind but he sure as hell ain’t deaf. He’ll never be able rid his mind of how beautiful your voice sounded, of how lewd the noises you made were.

He’ll never stop picturing it either. There’ll be times when he’s at work and he thinks of you like that, immediately having to excuse himself and head for the restroom as soon as possible.

You just get him so unbelievably hard. It drives him mad how he can’t have you, and it creates a deep pit of shame in his stomach when he masturbates to your perfect being.

He can hardly hang out with you like he used to because he starts to think about how it would feel if he had you ride him on the couch, or if he bent you over the kitchen counter and made you scream.

While he dreams of fucking you endlessly, he’d die a happy man if you’d just kiss him.

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

You’ve been tutoring his brother recently, and he just can’t get you out of his head.

Like he loves the idea that you’re so willing to help Genya, so maybe you’d be able to help him?

Or better yet, he could help you.

He’s so mean whenever you come over, openly bullying you whenever you’re trying to teach Genya. He hopes that he’ll get to see tears run down your beautiful face one day, but instead, you only return his comments with a smirk

The first time you did this, it caught him off guard entirely. Like you put his ass in his place with ease and it left him hornier than ever.

He dreams of you on your knees, tears in your eyes and he fucks your throat harshly.

Poor Genya can’t catch a break either- He literally caught Sanemi jerking off to a pic of your ass, literally traumatizing the kid.

You take no bs, so you’re used to going over to their place, immediately shutting Sanemi up and watching him scurry of to do lord knows what.

He has videos of you insulting him and often uses them to get off, but he’d never tell you that even if he managed to pull you.

As far as he’s concerned, he’s going to dominate you, not the other way around. (He just wants you to sit on his face.)

KYOJURO RENGOKU

He’s such a gentleman when it comes to you. But like- whenever you grab his arm and drag him around, or bend down in front of him to look at something, he starts thinking some unholy things-

He does have a couple upskirt pics, but only out of curiosity. He wanted to know what it would feel like to do something risky like that (and Uzui kind of talked him into it-)

He loves hanging out with you, but you’re so innocent. He’d make sexual innuendos if he wasn’t afraid of you asking what he meant. The thought of someone ruining your innocence literally makes him break out in a cold sweat.

(Oh but he gets off to the thought of him ruining your innocence all right.)

He often wonders what it would be like to make you moan in pleasure, how easy would it be to get you to cry out in pleasure?

You’re just so sweet though, and it only makes him feel like a horrible friend when you meet up after he’s been masturbating to your cute little face.

Honestly, he couldn’t care less about how you would make him feel, he practically strives to make you happy. He’d eat you out endlessly if you turned around and asked him to.

I mean it. He’d do it no questions asked, right then and there. As long as you’re satisfied, then nothing else matters.

But it does suck when he’s stuck humping a pillow, pretending it’s you. He’d much rather it be the real deal.

MISTURI KANROJI

MY GOD SHE’S LITERALLY JUST LIKE SHINOBU

She uses the fact that you’ve been best friends for a long time as a way to “test things out”

She also occasionally says things like “Do you ever wonder what it would feel like to kiss a girl?” And “jokingly” flirts with you during sleepovers.

There was one time you two were dancing around and you told her you liked her jiggle physics, resulting in her flashing you

She once found where you kept your toys and judged you for how cheap they were. She mocked you for “not knowing how to pleasure yourself” and offered for you to use hers whenever you liked

You did take her up on that offer once, and she used it right after (cleaned of course)

She jokingly gropes you along with you groping her and just messing around with your sexualities in general. (Just normal gal pal things-)

Though, you’ve always taken her flirting as a joke, since you’ve always been flirtatious with your friends.

She loves cuddling with you on your couch when you watch movies, making fun of the characters and eating popcorn together.

She definitely takes a lot of advice from Shinobu, which is where she gets most of her confidence from. If it were anyone else, she would be a blushing mess.

She’s just a fan of physical contact in general. Like hugs and little cheek kisses in general-

My god she loves physical contact so much that like the slightest touch has her shivering a little. Full blown goosebumps.

[slayfics]

Muichiro comforts you after you over hear some gossip.

You were out buying food and supplies for the mansion when you heard a whisper from across the way.

"Hey isn't that the other corps member from our final selection?"

You looked up to see a few demon slayers that you had completed final selection with huddled together whispering and buying supplies as well.

You tried to quickly finish up your transaction with the salesperson to go over and say hi when you overheard the rest of their conversation.

"Yeah, she's gotten super big headed ever since she became the Mist Hashira's Tsuguko and started hanging out with other Hashira's."

You felt your smile completely fall off of your face and felt as though you shrunk inside of yourself. Is that really what the other corps members thought of you? You decided to quickly gather the stuff you bought and head back to the mansion, avoiding them entirely.

Walking back you couldn't help but feel your shoulders slump and you looked down at the floor the whole way home. Being in the demon slayer corps made it hard to have typical friendships, relationships, and human experiences. You often felt saddened by this wanting to have some normal moments in your life outside of slaying demons.

When you saw the group standing across the way you felt excited to run up to them and hi, maybe even shop together but overhearing the gossip felt like a nichirin sword pierced your heart, and the loneliness you already felt amplified.

You made it inside the mansion to see Muichiro already sitting down to eat.

"Hello." He greeted you.

You didn't say anything but set aside the supplies and sat down to join him. You served yourself some food as Muichiro eyed you curiously. It wasn't like you to be the quiet one. Usually that was his job. He noticed your affect was considerably different, slumped shoulders, no eye contact. Something was wrong.

"What is the matter?" He asked.

"Do you think I have a big head?" You asked not looking up but taking small bites of your food.

"No. You have an average size head." Muichiro said, tilting his head to the side in curiosity. You sighed heavily.

"Not like that... It's an expression. I ran into some other corps members I did final selection with and they said I got big headed ever since I became your Tsuguko and started to become friends with other Hashira's."

"I don't think their statements are important." Muichiro said and continued to eat.

"Ok.." You said but you still didn't feel any better. Muichiro noticed your composure stayed small and your usual vibrant energy did not return with his response. He placed down his food and reached over to gently lift your chin up forcing you to look at him.

"I think those demon slayer's are jealous of your progress. You've finished final selection at the same time but have far surpassed their abilities, and they won't ever get stronger if they occupy themselves with trivial matters like gossip. Never hang your head down because of someone's else's opinions. You've trained so hard and you deserve to be proud." He said and brought his hand back down to his lap.

"Thank you Tokito." You said blinking away tears. You felt your shoulders lighten and a smile spread across your face again.

"Now tell me... you're friends with other Hashira's?? Who??" Muichiro asked curiously.

"Don't you go get jealous on my too." You said giggling. "I’m friends with Miss Kanroji of course... and I suppose Iguro since he's always with Kanroji when I see her. Although he'd never admit we're friends."

Muichiro just eyed you as he continued to eat.

"But of course there is no other Hashira I'd rather be spending time with then you." You said smiling. Muichiro looked down at his food but you could have sworn you saw the slightest smile flash on his face.

[peachdues]

My babies

[paintoreos]

Have some Rengoku Kyojuro :)

[mushroomly]

cuddling hcs w/ pillars

Muichiro Tokito:

- loves laying on your lap as you play with his hair

- if he falls asleep, do not move

- he probably won't actually be asleep tho

- mui will just pretend to be asleep so he can see (or rather, hear) your reaction

- lay your head on his chest while cloud watching, he will MELT

- he is little spoon i will die on this hill

- he's a pillar, so he never really gets to feel protected so when you hold him, you make him feel safe

- he's a sweet little bean

Kyojuro Rengoku:

- he is the big spoon

- 800%

- unlike muichiro, he wants to hold you, make sure that you are there and safe

- once you are in his grasp, you aren't getting out

- he isn't a morning person, so good luck with making breakfast

- once, after a particularly stressful mission, he walked in, scooped you up, and plopped you on the bed

- he took off his shoes and cape thingy and just hugged you

- you two stayed like that for six hours

- kyo is a koala

Tengen Uzui & the wives:

- omg

- cuddles with these three are CHAOTIC

- usually, arguments over who gets to cuddle who is ended by tengen grabbing a wife and snuggling them or suma attaching herself to the desired cuddler like a parasite

- a very cuddly parasite

- tengen would always be closest to the doorwhile many may argue he'd be in the middle, the door is where danger would most likely come from

- he wants to be the first in danger

- on the topic of cuddling

- suma is like a parasites

- she attaches herself to you and won't let go

- she's really good at cuddling tho

- makio is like a cat

- she's reluctant at first, then she nuzzles into the crook of your neck

- next thing you know, she's asleep

- hinatsuru is like a dogs

- she sort of wraps herself around you, all warm and motherly

- tengen is like a bear

- he grabs you and just sort of

- nestles you into his side

- which is nice, because this man is HUGE

- never a dull moment with these four

[kakashismain]

Sanemi 💚💚💚

[crimsonfic]

Sanemi Shinazugawa Fanfiction- Turbulence

Foreign Musician Y/N

Subjects: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Violence, Gore, Death, Blood, Vulgar language, Mature Language & Content, other sensitive subjects

8 Chapters

Chapter 6

Chapter Includes: Explicit language, mature concepts, Fluff, Violence

6.4k words

Sanemi's POV

"Fuck." I said aloud as I realize the egg was ruined. I tossed it into the basket with the dozen others I had made poorly. I couldn't serve her this trash. I needed everything to be perfect. Or close to it anyway.

I don't think she realizes it, but before she fell asleep she told me she loved me.

More surprisingly, it made me feel all fluttery and shit inside.

I'm not gonna say I feel the same. But, it felt good to hear. And I had a dream about her. And woke up happy to see her. Now here I am trying to make her the best damn breakfast she's ever had.

She's not too bad. Not as irritating as she used to be. Gorgeous.

I released the breath that built up in me. I don't have time for these feelings and shit.

Great, this egg is finally perfect. I thought to myself.

I carefully placed it on top of her dish. This would help her with her healing. She needs to eat well.

I grabbed our bowls and walked to my bedroom. We could eat in bed. Something she's newly got me doing.

I walked in through the already opened door to see she was still sleeping.

I sat our bowls on the small table I had in the room and then kneeled beside her on the bed.

"Hey, wake up Siren. I've got food for you." I told her lightly laughing at the nickname.

She stirred lightly. Let out a small stretch with a cute little smile on her face before opening her eyes. I just knew she was going to say something steamy. I found myself looking forward to it.

When our eyes locked I smiled, ready to hear whatever stupid compliment she had.

I was so caught off guard by the look in her eye that I didn't register that she had sat up and punched me.

"What the fuck?"

She punched me again, and this time I knew her hand broke.

"What are you doing?" I asked catching her arm by the wrist before she could hit me, and hurt herself again.

She got up in a frenzy and grabbed the table, the food I worked so hard on falling to the ground, and then threw it at me.

What the fuck! I thought.

"Did I do something wrong? What happened? What's the matter?" I asked her. I was so confused. She was smiling when I woke her but when she looked at me it all changed. I don't think I did anything wrong. So I don't know why she's so upset with me.

"Y/N?"

She grabbed the chopsticks that fell on the floor and charged at me. I snatched the chopsticks out of her hands then I grabbed her arms to stop her from approaching me.

"What's going on Y/N?"

She screamed.

I dropped the chopsticks and my arms. Now trying to observe her. She was hitting me anywhere and everywhere. I realized she was still hitting with the broken hand and snapped out of it.

There was clearly something wrong. That hurts like hell and there's no way she'd just be hitting me with her broken hand. She's clearly not in her right mind. Could she be sleep walking? I thought.

"Hey. Sweets? You in there?" I asked reaching out to touch her face.

Just for a moment, she faltered. She blinked slowly once, twice, and then she snapped again.

She bit my hand. It probably wasn't a good idea to put it on her face but I didn't think that far ahead.

She bit me like she was trying to take a chunk out of it. I tried to get her to let go by trying to shake my hand out but she wouldn't let go.

I was starting to feel really stressed. I didn't want to hurt her, but getting my hand out of her grip would require me to force her jaw open.

"Y/N....please." I said, growing more exasperated the more pain I felt from her bite as she had broken the skin already.

I grabbed her wrists with my free hand. Finally preventing her from hitting me.

"I'm sorry." I told her before knocking her unconscious. It felt less extreme than forcing her mouth open. She fell right into me, her jaws slack now.

I ran my thumb across her bottom lip, wiping the blood she drew from my hand away. I began to feel something like sadness in my chest looking down at her face. I was feeling so guilty for hitting her. I picked her up and then laid her back in the bed, before I cleaned up the mess.

While in the kitchen I made more food for her. She would really need to eat.

Whatever is going on with her I hope the sleep helps.

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I sat anxiously in the sitting room while I listened to her wake up.

"Ouch." She mumbled. I could imagine her rubbing her jaw. I really should have done it a different way. I can't believe I hit her.

"Sanemi, where are you?" Her songbird voice, slightly scratchy, called out.

"Out here. I'll be right back, just go ahead and eat."

"I don't feel so well." She replied after a few seconds. "My hand looks swollen."

"Hurts actually." She added after a few beats of silence.

I released the breath I was holding. "Do you remember what happened before you went back to sleep?"

"No. What do you mean?" She asked. Her tone one of confusion.

"Okay, well eat your food and I'll be in there in a second okay? I'll refresh your memory."

"Okay." She said.

I sighed.

She'll eat and I won't get beaten. Sounds like she's back to herself as well. That was so weird. I don't know what happened earlier. Maybe she was sleepwalking.

"You done?" I called after maybe 10 minutes, looking at the doorway in case she got up.

"Yeah." She called back. "I thought you were coming back."

"I am." I braced myself before getting off of the couch. I was hesitant to face her again.

"When?"

"Now."

"Okay." She answered.

I walked quickly to the door and peaked in, stepping back just before she noticed me.

One final breath.

"Did you like your food?" I asked her fully stepping into the room.

"Yes! It was inc-". She stopped talking the moment she laid eyes on me.

It's like all the light left her eyes and she just flipped again.

I took a step back, feeing anxious and sick. She's already harboring a broken hand, something is definitely wrong.

There are no words to describe what I felt when her eyes zeroed in on my sword in the corner of the room.

My speed had never been an issue. Ever. But I felt like I was moving in slow motion trying to stop her. I made it to her just in time of her grabbing it, and was holding onto her wrist and the sheath, keeping her from pulling the sword out.

"Sorai!"

"Caw! Yes?"

"Get Gyomei here would you? I need someone to get her to the butterfly mansion for me."

"Yes. I'm on it."

I knew my crow would get the message delivered quickly but would it be quick enough that I wouldn't have to hurt her again?

She struggled against my grip, never once relaxing her hold on my sword.

"I need you to stop Doll." I told her quietly.

Her response was a grunt.

"Let go please." I said, pushing her hand holding the hilt, so the sword would go back inside the case.

A menacing snarl left her mouth, taking me aback. It didn't sound like her and was so foreign.

I snatched my sword from her, and tossed it to the side then grabbed both her wrists in one hand. I pushed her against the wall. Her hands were now raised above her head, kept in place with my grip.

She wasted no time snapping at me, trying to bite me again. I grabbed her jaw with my free hand, pressing firm enough to hold her head in place against the wall, ceasing her movements.

I looked in her eyes. She clearly was not there. I felt infuriated and relieved all at once.

"Who the fuck are you?" I murmured mostly to myself.

She was lost. There was nothing but blinding rage in those eyes that used to look at me with adoration.

I hated whatever did this to her.  She didn't deserve to be lost. Detached from her own thoughts.

My grip loosened unconsciously. She took full advantage, attempting to head butt me.

I sighed.

"I'm so sorry Songbird." I said.

I could feel her body almost trembling, trying to break free with all the strength she had in her body.

"I'll fix this for you. I'll get this fixed."

Of course there was no change in her reaction. She was still trying to hurt me, no thought or desire stronger apparently.

As I waited for help to arrive I could tell she was becoming restless. I don't know if she was fighting to gain control or what but she started to make grunting noises, her eyes watery and red. She was most likely uncomfortable.

I let go of her arms and almost immediately she tried choking me.

"Sorry." I mumbled as I grabbed her wrists, and pulled her hands from my neck. There was no part of me that wanted to be rough with her.

I was so worried about hurting her, I didn't recognize I was leaving myself open in other ways until her teeth clamped down on the tendon between my neck and shoulder.

Now how the hell am I supposed to get her off without hurting her? I thought as I tensed up. She was trying to break skin, that's for sure, any minute now she'd draw blood. Again!

"Stop please." I said placing my hand on the side of her face.

Nothing. Still no sign of her.

I could feel the separation growing from where she was starting to tear between the muscle.

"Sorry." I muttered before knocking her out again.

I couldn't stop myself from gently kissing her forehead apologetically.

Her weight now slumped against me, I laid her down slowly onto the bed. It was like dejavu.

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I'm not sure how much time passed but the footsteps outside the door told me it wasn't who it should've been. My gaze was already on the door when Genya came into view.

"What the fuck are you doing here! Where's Gyomei?"

"He was busy so he sent me instead."

"Absolutely not. Sorai I need someone else!"

"I'd like to help. I- I'm here."

"No." My mind was racing thinking of who I could get. Then it hit me, the answer was obvious really. Her roommates. They could stay with her until I can get Kocho here.

But it would probably be hard to get them to leave after.

I sighed as I realized that wasn't gonna work for me.

Maybe beef brain. Or one of his wives maybe.

The gentle stirring from her caught my attention. I was running out of time. And if my theory was correct I needed to be out of here before she saw me.

Fuck!

I stood quickly, and grabbed my sword, pushing Genya out of my doorway and into the living room.

"Listen here idiot. If anything happens to her I'll kill you. All you need to do is make sure she's comfortable and safe. Don't let her leave. Keep your fucking hands to yourself. If she tries to attack you, let her. Suck it up and take it, don't you dare lay a finger on her. Don't even slightly raise your voice at her. Protect her with your fucking life if it comes to it. Got that?"

Genya nodded frantically, his eyes wide.

"Say it!"

"I've got it. I promise."

I grabbed him by the hem of his vest. "I will kill you if anything happens to her."

"Yes I understand."

I threw him to the side before leaving.

I couldn't worry. I didn't want to anyway. These feelings were making me uncomfortable and reminding me why I don't do this. It's way too much. If Shinobu can't help us I would never be able to live it down. Whatever is wrong has to be my fault. I know it.

—————

"Sanemi..." you mumbled. Your head was throbbing and your hand was feeling heavy but almost numb. It was the strangest sensation.

"Uh...um. Hi. Er he's not here." A voice answered coming from the doorway.

Your body tensed up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. You didn't know what was happening and you began crying and shaking uncontrollably. You couldn't see your hands in front of you through the blur of your tears.

"I'm sorry." The voice spoke out.

"Where is he?" You managed to get out without stuttering.

"He left to get you help."

"Who are you?" You sniffled.

"I'm Genya Shinazugawa. I'm....his brother." He hesitated.

You remembered Sanemi insisted he didn't have a brother. You were in pain, you were confused, you didn't know what was happening but you knew Sanemi wouldn't leave you alone unless he really had to. Not after last night.

You wiped your tears away with your good hand. Despite the trepidation in your heart, you turned your head to look at him.

This Genya was standing near the door way. The steady afternoon light from the window basking him in a warm glow that allowed you to see him clearly.

You felt relieved seeing his face. He looked so much like Sanemi. Down to the scars on his face, you could tell he was his brother. This helped you feel at ease despite seeing the weaponry on his hips. You recognized the similarity between his outfit and the one Sanemi wore for work, although he was wearing a purple vest over his.

"Hi Genya. I'm y/n."

He nodded stiffly, but then bowed quickly. "It's nice to meet you."

You smiled, noticing both hesitance and nervousness in his actions. The fact that Sanemi denied having a sibling, is likely the reason he didn't seem comfortable. Or it could simply be because you're a stranger.

"Do you know what happened?" You asked him quietly. You were no longer shaking. Feeling a significant ease compared to when you first heard his voice.

He shook his head no. Genya had no idea what happened with you and why Sanemi wanted Gyomei to look after you.

He could see that you were in distress and clearly injured but that's all from observation. He had nothing else to go on.

"You don't?" He asked you.

"No. I just remember waking up a little while ago I think, I don't really know when. Eating, and now I just woke up again. I don't know. Maybe I have a concussion."

He hummed in response to your statement. That could very well be true. "Your hand is broken." He stated. "Do you know how that happened?"

You looked at your hand surprised. That would explain the strange sensation going on with it right now. It was obviously swollen. You don't remember it being broken when Sanemi came to get you, but you were so out of it then, it could've slipped your mind.

"No." You replied.

There was a long stretch of silence before either of you spoke. "I think I have to use the bathroom." You told him.

You could see the surprise in his eyes. "Do you n-need help?"

"Just getting up I think." You answered. Your body felt heavy. If your hand wasn't broke you would probably crawl to the bathroom.

He walked over to you and held his hand out. You placed your free hand in his, feeling pain radiate throughout. You winced but still pulled yourself up. You really did need help you thought as you took your slow supported steps. Once you reached the door you carefully let go.

"Thanks." You mumbled as you walked into the bathroom closing the door behind you. Inside you did your best but felt really sluggish. Washing your hands was difficult too but you made it through without shedding many tears.

When you opened the door Genya walked over to you and held his hand out. You took it and smiled.

"Thank you."

"Welcome." He responded.

"Can we go to the living room. I like to sit on those fancy couches your brother has." You joked. You've told Sanemi before that he was boujie for having western styled furniture instead of what's traditionally found around here. His response of course was just an eye roll.

Genya lead you to the living room but didn't say anything. Once you sat down you were inclined to tell him he could have a seat, or do whatever he wanted but you stopped yourself. Knowing Sanemi he'd probably tell him the exact opposite.

"So, Genya are you a demon slayer too?"

"Yeah."

"Is it like a family...thing?"

"No." His eyes widened.

"I'm sorry, that was a stupid question to ask." You apologized. You probably shouldn't ask anything about family or demons.

"Did your brother say how long he would be?"

"No." Genya answered.

You nodded, mostly to yourself.

After a few minutes of silence between you, Genya finally spoke.

"I know it's not my place to ask, but are you and my- I mean Sanemi, together?"

You laughed lightly. "I wish. But no. We are kind of friends though." After a couple beats of silence you added. "We'll, scratch that. We are definitely friends."

"Oh wow."

"Yeah, but I forced him to be my friend. Which you could probably guess." You snorted.

You didn't know this right away but your candidness about yourself and Sanemi made Genya feel relaxed and comfortable. He'd even share with you what caused the riff between he and Sanemi. You felt bad for both of them to be navigating this scary world without fully having one another.

You were a bit overjoyed to be getting some snippets into how Sanemi was as a child. It surprised you that Genya was sharing as he didn't strike you as a talkative or open person. You took it as him needing to talk about it. Needing to reminisce on the positive relationship they had before.

"I feel like I've talked for hours. I'm sorry for rambling."

"Oh no, don't be. I enjoyed it. I feel like I know you now and it's been a pleasure. You're here to look out for me, the least I could do is listen to you talk." You smiled.

He returned the smile and nodded lightly. "Are you um, hungry or anything?" He asked.

"Only a little. You?"

"Only a little." He mocked.

"Well, I'll make you something. I'm sure San has food in here."

"Oh no, it's no worry-"

"I'm feeding you Genya." You cut him off with a smile but pointing your finger at him to let him know you were serious.

He smiled a shy smile and nodded.

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You were placing the final tray of food on the table when you heard Sanemi return home.

"I just cooked! I hope that's fine." You semi shouted out to Sanemi. You figured it wouldn't be a problem but you wanted to mess with him anyway.

Shinobu walked into the room first.

"Hi, I wish I could say it was nice to see you again."

You nodded. You know what she meant. "I'm sorry to cause you more work."

She seemed to be waiting for something, which you assumed was Sanemi since he hadn't appeared yet. You also noted that Genya became visibly tense and had not touched his food yet.

Sanemi slowly walked into the room, his eyes down.

He seemed tense as well, but also defeated maybe? Something was off.

 

You stared at him until he looked up at you.

"Hi." You said. Finally smiling now that you made eye contact.

His eyes widened slightly, his mouth opening. It's like he was shocked. He looked at Shinobu and then quickly back at you.

Your head tilted to one side you asked, "cat got your tongue?"

Something akin to a dry laugh left his mouth before he rushed over to you. He dropped to his knees and grabbed your face with both hands. His eyes searched yours fervently.

"It's you." He said.

"Yes. What's wr-"

His lips captured yours in a desperate kiss. You were surprised, frozen in your spot. He was kissing you in front of people.

Sanemi.

On his own.

As much as you wanted to just kiss him back you were starting to worry.

Pulling back, but resting your hand on his face you asked, "what's going on? Did I do something?"

"I'll explain in a little while." He said laying his hand on top of yours, lightly leaning into your touch.

You nodded and kissed him quickly, stealing one of your own.

"May I?" Shinobu interjected softly.

Sanemi stood, kissing your hand before dropping it to move out of Shinobu's way. You sat still as she took Sanemi's spot in front of you. She pulled some small vial out of her pocket, and took your injured hand. She poured a couple droplets on the top of your hand, placed the vial down and then began to rub the mixture in gently. The pain in your hand was still mostly numbed but you could feel much less the more she rubbed into your skin.

Almost casually she began popping bones back into place you guess. You could only move your thumb on this hand while you cooked and assumed you sprained it. You still couldn't remember your hand being damaged.

"There appears to be only one simple break, there was mostly dislocation. You'll have to keep your hand wrapped for atleast 2 weeks."

"Okay." You answered.

"Now could you look at me." 

You followed her instruction. You didn't flinch when she leaned very close to your face, unblinking and staring into your eyes.

"How do you feel about Sanemi?" She asked suddenly.

"What the hell?" Sanemi practically barked.

"Mm...I like him very much." You smiled, unphased by the question.

"Would you ever hurt him?"

"Never." You replied.

"But you did."

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "I did not."

"You did. Today. Don't you remember?"

You opened your mouth to speak and then closed it. You honestly don't remember much. Just waking up a couple times, eating, and then the time that was just spent with Genya.

"No." Was all you answered.

"You tried to kill him."

Your heart dropped to your stomach. You looked away from Shinobu to Sanemi. The look on his face, plus his silence told you what you needed to know. The only other surprised person in the room was Genya. Eyes wide and mouth agape.

"I would never....do that." Your voice fading as you finished the sentence. You didn't know what to say, and you couldn't remember even remotely.

At the end of the day, you weren't strong enough to kill Sanemi. That made you feel better. Whatever you did probably caused him no harm. Right?

"How?" You asked.

"His sword." She answered.

"Why?" You asked now. Your voice a whisper.

"Well....you're possessed."

This time, your heart jumped into your throat. You couldn't describe the terror you felt if you tried.

After a minute of you not speaking at all, Sanemi spoke up.

"Could you explain what we have to do to change that."

"Yes so one, we need to find the demon that did this to you. If we kill it you're free from its hold.

Or, we could possibly treat the infiltration site, and when that's healed his hold should be released."

You heard what she said. You just couldn't respond. Shock would be an understatement.

"Treated how?" Sanemi asked.

"Medicines of course." Shinobu replied. "How does that sound?" She spoke to you. Although her tone never changed, her eyes softened as she watched you, waiting on some type of response.

"Okay." Was all you said.

"I'll get started on some medicines. It may not be a smooth process but we want you comfortable. Further we would have to make sure you're safe and this demon can't find you again. I would want you to come to the butterfly mansion."

You haven't seen your friends in a couple of days you think, you really don't know how long it's been since you were attacked. The thought of them not knowing what was going on with you when you could be gone for who knows how long, just didn't feel right.

"Can I go home first?" You asked.

"I'm afraid not tonight. It may be a risk for you to be outside with the sun down. You're safest right here for the time being with us, or at the butterfly mansion. Maybe if things go well tomorrow I can allow you to stop at home before coming to the mansion."

Shinobu left with the promise to see you tomorrow.

Genya was still sitting at the table, food untouched.

He felt like he was encroaching but was also perplexed by the news. He didn't know if his duty was done or if he was needed.

"I-"

"You can leave." Sanemi said to Genya as if he was just reminded of his presence.

Genya was taken aback but nodded anyhow.

"That was rude lover. Genya, you're fine. You can finish your food and take your time." You told him. Some fire back in your eyes. You hated to hear Sanemi speak to Genya that way knowing how much Genya just wants to make him proud.

Sanemi's eyes softened as he looked at you.

"You can join us, I made enough for everyone." You told him, turning to face the table.

Sanemi said nothing as he sat his sword down and sat down beside you. He started to eat and kept his eyes on his food.

Genya slowly started to eat as well. More timid and tense than you've seen him in your short time together.

Your mind wanted to replay the conversation you just had, but you kept it at bay. You knew you would feel terror and overwhelmed which you didn't want. You just wanted to be okay. To live a normal life, to feel good, to have fun.

Getting possessed was not what you had in mind.

What a short and depressing life you've lived huh?

"You're not eating." Sanemi said.

You picked up a piece of fish and dropped it after a few seconds. Tears prickling your eyes. You couldn't eat. You felt sick to your stomach with worry and fear.

"San....your brother-"

"I don't have a brother."

You sighed. "Genya deserves to have his brother in his life. You deserve to-"

"Don't." Sanemi huffed.

"Please. I don't want you to be alone."

"Woman, what are you talking about?" He turned his body to face you, his fist now clenched in frustration. "Why would I be alone huh? You thinking of going somewhere?"

You were caught off guard. Your mouth dropping open, leaving you floundering like a fish.

"I-"

"You what? Thinking about giving up? Hmm? When it hasn't even been 24 fucking hours? We haven't tried to fix it yet, but you're throwing in the towel? Just made a fucking plan and it means nothing? You feeling defeated already? Suck it the fuck up. You're not going anywhere."

"Eat your food." He added before turning back and angrily chomping on his own.

A part of you felt a spark lighting within you. You could have a more positive attitude. The other part didn't understand even remotely how you could come out of this situation.

You tried eating the rice. Successfully eating 2 spoons.

"I uh-should get going." Genya spoke up.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. It was a um, pleasure, meeting you and helping you." He said stacking his dishes back together.

"Likewise. Please take care. I hope I can see you again soon." You replied standing when he did. He was slightly confused when you approached him but was absolutely flabbergasted when you hugged him.

"Thank you so much." You added grabbing his hand. "I'll walk you out."

Genya could only nod. He had to ignore the daggers Sanemi glared at him.

Genya bowed to you after putting on his shoes. "Please be well Miss y/l/n."

"You too." You smiled and waved back.

Once he disappeared through the gate you closed the door back. Turning around you saw Sanemi walking out of the kitchen.

"You got a crush on my kid brother or something?"

Instead of entertaining his foolish question you walked over to him and hugged him. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, hugging you back.

"Can we sit out back?" You asked him.

"Unfortunately, no. You shouldn't be outside tonight. Just in case."

Your embrace dropped causing Sanemi to grab your arms and pull them up around his neck.

"I have a better idea."

"What?"

"You know what." He smirked.

You of course laughed. He was so attractive, and the spontaneity and joking he's been doing lately was so good. He's a natural.

"Okay." You replied.

"That's my girl." It was pathetic the way something so small had you clenching around nothing. Eager to have him over such small praise.

————

Sanemi insisted on giving you a massage afterwards. He wanted you to stay relaxed and at ease no matter what.

You were laying on your back with your foot in his lap as he rubbed soothing patterns on your calf and around your ankle.

"You have beautiful skin." He told you.

"Thank you." You replied.

"Beautiful legs, beautiful body, beautiful face."

You smiled more. Heart truly fluttering at the repetitive compliments from him.

"You're being so sweet San."

He rolled his eyes playfully, switching to your other leg.

You laughed at his fake attitude and tried to let yourself sink further into the mattress.

"What are you thinking about?" Sanemi asked.

"You."

"What about me?"

You contemplated whether you should actually tell him or not. You watched him, as you mulled over your thoughts. His face was neutral. He stared back waiting on you to tell him.

"You deserve so many good things." You paused, gauging his reaction.

He remained neutral, and didn't say anything.

"I think, you're amazing, and you're a great person, and always have been. Learning about your past I realize that you care so deeply about the people you love. You just want everybody to be safe. It's made me so much more attracted to you. I admire you. And I'm happy I got to meet you, and know you. Thank you for letting me."

Sanemi was listening while fighting every urge to withdraw from your praise with a smart remark. It made him feel good about himself. Like he was worthy of such praise. It felt foreign. Shocking. At the end however is when he felt displeased with your statement.

"Why does it sound like you're saying goodbye?" Sanemi asked you.

You've been around Sanemi long enough to know that he was upset. You could see that he was holding it back, and you appreciated that. You didn't want him mad at you. You didn't want to upset him. You meant every word you said, and you could understand why he was peeved.

"I'm not lover." You smiled. Ignoring the lump in your throat.

His eyes narrowed as he watched you. They were fiery and didn't lose any intensity as he sat your leg down on the bed and leaned forward. He slid his hand beneath your back and easily lifted you up so you were face to face.

"You don't get to lie to me."

You were tempted to tell him you weren't. While this wasn't your goodbye, it was implied. It was the start of your goodbye. You didn't think you would comeback from this. It was so bizarre. You didn't want to be defeated but having no memory at all of what happened made you feel like you had already lost a piece of yourself.

You nodded your head.

"You are going to get through this, and get back to normal. I'm going to help make sure you get back. I'm fighting for you. You need to fight too. Got that?" He asked you,

"Yeah." You replied.

"I'll get you back." He said aloud but it felt like he was speaking to himself.

Although you weren't feeling positive about the outcome, you knew Sanemi would try. He didn't seem the type to half ass anything, so if he said it, you knew he would do everything in his power to make it happen. He's never told you anything he didn't mean.

You settled on a half truth.

"I believe you."

—————

You woke up expecting to see Sanemi but was instead greeted by a horribly destroyed room. Your head was ringing and you were certain something bad happened.

"San." You called out standing slowly from the mattress.

"Hey. Um, he's not here right now." Genya responded to you, his voice floating from the living room.

"Did I? You know?" You asked walking carefully to the doorway.

"Yeah. I'm here to walk you to the Butterfly Mansion."

You nodded your head solemnly. "Okay." You took your time to change, not wanting to make the pounding in your head any worse. Genya said nothing as he waited for you.

You eventually met him in the doorway, ready for your trip.

The walk began quietly as your mind raced wondering when you'd get back to normal. Genya remained silent, not wanting to be a nuisance. He had a little trouble with it, being that he felt anxiety for you. He felt like you were going to be a friend to him; you had defended him. He wanted to be of help to you too.

He could tell you were in your head, but he didn't know how to help you. He didn't know how to distract you. He didn't know what he should say.

Once you made it to the butterfly mansion Genya stayed with you until you got settled. You were placed in a room separate from others healing. You were instructed to wait for Shinobu to arrive.

"Is there anything I can get you, or do for you?" Genya asked after you sat down on the bed.

You shook your head.

"Would it be okay if I visited you during this process?"

"Of course!" Genya noted this was the first time you smiled since you woke up.

He nodded and slightly bowed to you. "I'll give you some space. But I'll see you again soon."

"Thanks Genya."

You watched silently as he left the room. He was a sweet kid. Despite his rough disposition he had good intentions. You laughed to yourself at the similarity to his brother.

A knock on the door stopped your thoughts.

"Come in." You said.

"Hi. How are you feeling?" Shinobu jumped right in as she walked into the room.

"Sad." You answer truthfully.

"I'm sorry. I can understand that." She replied. "I was able to curate a medicine that I believe will help to minimize the effects left on you by the demon. Now we just have to find the site."

You nodded. Releasing a breath you hadn't realized you were holding.

"I will have too look over your whole body. Will that be okay?"

"Yes." You answered.

"I believe the mark will be somewhere you wouldn't normally look or pay close attention to. Possibly the back of your foot, or maybe behind a knee. They wouldn't want it to be visible."

"Okay." You mumbled.

"You can lay in bed or you can stand. What's your preference?"

"I'll lay down." You replied getting fully on the bed and laying on your back.

Shinobu was gentle and quick. "Ok could you turn over please?" She asked. Once you laid on your stomach, she lightly grazed your neck. You squirmed a bit feeling a slight discomfort.

She caught this, and leaned closer. After a long minute she spoke. "Found it." She lightly pressed on your neck making you tense up.

"I'm going to apply some medicine here." She added.

It felt weird. Touching the area sent waves of uneasiness through your body, but when she applied the medicine it was painful. Down to your nerves. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire.

When she finished she asked if you were okay. You told her no.

"It feels like I'm burning."

"That means it's working. I'm sorry. Is there anything I can get you in the mean time?"

"Sanemi?"

"Oh yes, he's eager to see you, but I think we've figured out the problem. You see, when you look at him, you snap. Or I should say, the possession takes over. He can greet you outside the door, but I'm afraid you can't see face to face until tomorrow. We need to keep the trigger at minimum.

"Okay." You replied.

She bowed politely before leaving the room.

Just a couple of minutes later you heard a knock at the door.

"It's me." Sanemi's voice called out.

"Hi." You responded sitting up.

"How are you feeling."

"Really weird honestly. I think I'm gonna lose it San. I feel like I'm going crazy."

"I understand. What can I do?

"I don't know." You sighed.

There was a brief pause of silence. "I'm sorry." He told you.

You got up and walked to the door, leaning your head against it.

"Me too." You replied. "I miss you." You added after a few seconds.

"I miss you too. So fucking much." There was an audible bang against the door. You imagined it was his fist.

"I want to see you."

"You will. Real soon. Okay?"

You nodded. You knew he couldn't see you but it was all you could manage.

"I'll be here everyday. Until you can come back to me."

"You promise?"

It was selfish to want him to promise to spend his free time here with a door between you, but any decency you had was nonexistent right now.

You heard him laugh. "I promise."

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[gnarlycrys]

The most gorgeous man. Yoriichi.

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[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Who's my favorite Hashira?...

🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.

Sanemi, Obviously.

This man! Aggressive dudes are always the most attractive for me. And those scars— hngh! And the muscles too!

Kny is trying to kill people, I swear. Have you SEEN Hagenazuka? That man is a daddy, Tengen too!

But Sanemi? I would 100% let this man fold me in half and use me to filter all his pent up aggression from his missions. I have a body pillow of this man and everything. I just... I want him.

— Benny 🐰

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[veonaa]

[slayfics]

Can you please do a Oneshot of Muichiro looking after you, after you got sick and fainted during training? I really love your Muichiro Content ((:

Muichiro looks after you when you pass out.

You weren't sure if it was the heat or the lack of breaks from training, but you were starting to feel sick. The thought crossed your mind to let Muichiro know, but then you instantly felt even sicker to your stomach. You finally felt like you were beginning to earn his respect and praise, to tell him now you needed a break seemed shameful.  

You felt the heat pound upon your head, and you noticed spots started to appear in your vision. You closed your eyes and shook your head trying to stay focused.  

Just as you opened your eyes Muichiro was moving to strike you and you barely dodged him. Strike back you told your body and as you picked up your sword, you saw the spots cluster together. On top of this you had an overwhelming feeling of needing to lie down. You tried to fight back but your body revolted and gave way underneath you.  

You felt the soft grass under your cheek as the spots began to cloud your vision blocking out any sun. The last thing you managed to see was Muichiro running towards you.  

Your eyes opened and you recognized the ceiling of Muichiro's mansion instantly. Oh crap. You must have passed out. You sat up quickly in bed but immediately felt a hand on your shoulder. 

"Rest." Muichiro said as he pushed you back down.  

"Master Tokito, I am sorry. I must have passed out. I'm not weak, I promise, let's get back to training." You said trying to sit up again but Muichiro's hand did not budge and kept you lying down.  

"Do not apologize. It is me who should be apologizing. I should have recognized I was pushing you to your limit. I am sorry. Rest for the remainder of the day."  

"The remainder of the day? The Tokito I know would say that is a waste of time." 

"This is not a waste of time. It is a valuable lesson. Listen to how your body feels right now. It is important to know the signs of your body telling you you're reaching your limit. Practice your recovery breathing right now." 

"Ok..." You did as told and began recovery breathing. 

"One more thing. If you ever feel as you did just now out on a mission, you call for me right away. Understood?" Muichiro said with eyes wide.  

"Understood." You said looking down. No matter what Muichiro said you felt ashamed you passed out during training. He must be thinking about how weak you were or wondering how you even made it this far. "I'll try harder tomorrow. I promise I'm getting stronger." You said without making eye contact with Muichiro, you were afraid you wouldn’t be able to hold back the tears that were forming. The shame was starting to swell up in your throat and make it hard to continue recovery breathing. 

"Who said you weren't getting stronger? The past few days I have been holding back less and less with you. You've far surpassed your skills when you first came to me. I am proud of how hard you have worked and to call you my Tsuguko." Muichiro said and moved his hand to pat the top of your head. His words of praise made the tears finally fall but you couldn’t help but giggle at his head pats.  

"You're petting me like a dog now?" You laughed. 

"Does this not make you feel better?" 

"It actually does... but a hug would be better." You said finally looking up at him. Muichiro had just noticed the tears in your eyes. He couldn't explain it but your devotion to wanting to make him proud warmed his chest and knowing you felt discouraged hurt him worse than any demon ever had. 

Muichiro moved suddenly and awkwardly, wrapping his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.  

"Like this?" He asked and you could hear his words rumble in his chest. 

"Yes, this is perfect." 

Thank you for the request and support! I loved this idea! I hope you enjoyed the fic and it made you smile~

[rougepancake]

can you do prompt 2 with giyu, mitsuri, and rengoku, I hope you don’t have to many requests so I’m sorry😭

AHAHAHA I LOVE THEM 💚💚

Prompt 2 - “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Ft. Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, and Rengoku Kyojuro

Warnings: None. Not proofread because who does that ;]

GIYU TOMIOKA

He watched in silence as you joked around with Rengoku and Uzui, making dumb jokes and laughing unnecessarily loud at them. It made him happy to see you happy, but it hurt him in a way.

A way that he didn’t know how to describe.

He noticed you running over to him and immediately snapped out of his trance. You began to enthusiastically tell him about what the other two had said, but he found his thoughts wandering as you spoke.

“Tomioka? Are you paying attention?” You leaned forward and waved your hand in front of his face, giving him a worried look as you awaited his response.

“Yes.” He nodded simply and returned his focus to you, his expression unreadable. You sighed and placed a hand on your hip, not buying his flimsy lie.

“Listen.” You paused and figured out the best way to word it, since Giyu wasn’t very in touch with his emotions. “Are you… jealous? Of me spending time with Tengen and Kyojuro?”

He tensed up and avoided your gaze. You could’ve sworn he was pouting, but you can never be too sure with Giyu.

“I’m… not…” He lied quietly, and you wrapped your arms around him and held him close with a smile.

“That’s okay.”

MITSURI KANROJI

She’s so cute. So adorable. Especially when she’s fangirling over everyone else.

It sounds outrageous, but it’s true. She’s so wrapped up in observing Sanemi’s scars to even notice how you’re looking at her.

You love her so much that it hurts, in a way. But you haven’t worked up the courage to tell her. Or anyone for that matter.

So you just wasted your time observing her from afar, getting absolutely nowhere with your love life and growing increasingly more lonely than before as you watched her socialize.

With a heavy sigh, you leaned against a nearby tree and watched her.

So graceful, yet so clumsy.

How could one manage? You had no idea, but you loved it anyways.

You were smitten. Lovestruck. Lovesick. Yeah… lovesick. That must be it since every time you thought of her your heart pounded in ways that made you feel nauseous.

You couldn’t tell if it was beautiful or horrifying.

The sound of Shinobu’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, startling you just enough to make you jump with surprise.

“Y/n. Are you perhaps jealous of Mitsuri’s relationships with the other Hashira?” She asked softly, her eyes shining with curiosity. You stood there, answering her question with silence that said all the things you were too afraid to.

“No.” You said after a while, stepping away from the tree and turning your back to the rest of the Hashira. “That’s so silly, Shinobu-san. I have no reason to be jealous.”

RENGOKU KYOJURO

He’s like a puppy sometimes. It’s actually wild with how close he resembles one when he’s pouty.

Like right now.

Rengoku is staring at you from across the table, his lips pursed in a pout that made him so much more adorable.

“Kyo..?” You tilted your head and offered him a soft smile. It was rare that you got to see him like this, so you couldn’t help but relish in his cuteness. “Don’t tell me this is about what Tengen said.” You sighed and rested your elbow on the table, a quiet sigh escaping you.

“But he said you would look good with children.” He mumbled and avoided your gaze as if he were being scolded. “What did he mean by that? He already has three wives.” He stated firmly, his pout becoming more intense.

In your defense, you had taken him out for drinks. So you technically signed up for this.

“I’m not sure.” You chuckled. “Maybe he was just being polite.” You shrugged it off like it was nothing.

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh please.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of Tengen.”

“…”

“Kyojuro.”

“…no…”