#tsugoku

[chiharuhashibira]

I just found your blog and im also getting back into kny! I just read the Tomika with the tsugoku whos the opposite of him!

I was wondering if I could request one like that but for Mitsuri with a young fem Tsugoku thats Aromantic and instead is like- driven by platonic love and has a tone of friend and sometimes even is able to befriend demons?

𝓞𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝔀𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷~

So, I'll make something for Mitsuri's fem Tsugoku and the reaction of Hashira's with knowing she can befriend demons.

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑶𝒏𝒆-𝒐𝒇-𝒂-𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐬 + 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Content Warnings: None-Completely SFW 🌸

(Image is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner)

🌸𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐢 𝐇𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚🌸

❥ Gyomei was surprised to know that Mitsuri finally got her own tsugoku. You are very young, friendly, and lively, and he can sense something unique in your aura. Like Mitsuri, you are a ray of sunshine that lights up the room each time you arrive. You always spend time talking to Gyomei whenever you see him, as you are really intrigued by how strong he is. With that, the man had a soft spot for you, as you reminded him of the children that he took under his sleeve a long time ago.

❥ When Gyomei knew that you were able to befriend demons, he was astounded. He couldn't even believe it at first. But then Mitsuri saw it with her own eyes. As much as he wanted to tell you that what you're doing is dangerous, he can't do that. He isn't the person who would make you feel bad just because of his beliefs. So then, he just always makes sure to remind Mitsuri to always look out for you in battles, as sometimes you really tend to be too soft.

"You're really a unique person, Y/N. I believe you'll be a great Love Hashira, someday because of that pure heart of yours."

🌸𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨🌸

❥ The boy is just your age, so he really caught your attention when you first met him. You wanted to be friends with him. But it seems like Muichiro doesn't want to, as he is very forgetful. He tends to be nonchalant towards you as well. But that doesn't stop you from making friends. You noticed that Muichiro loves training, so whenever you are free, you make sure to join him.

❥ You have mentioned to him that you can befriend demons, but it seems like he doesn't care at all. He just told you not to do that because it is stupid. Muichiro's straightforwardness meant he didn't care if his words hurt you or not. But still, him constantly reminding you not to befriend demons, even if he is forgetful, made you quite happy. Perhaps the boy just cares.

"I don't know if I have told you this, but what you're doing is stupid. You can't be friends with demons. Demons are meant to be killed. You might just end up dying if you continue this. So, what are we doing again?"

🌸𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐢🌸

❥ Mitsuri loves you so much, as her best friend and as her younger sister. She is incredibly enamoured with your performance as her tsugoku, and she cannot help but guzzle excessively regarding your excellence in Love Breathing. Mitsuri is very happy with how positive you are. She loves the fact that you are very friendly to everyone, as, like she said, you are really worthy of being Love Hashira someday. She never ceases to give you praise, as she really adores you so much.

❥ When she had the chance to witness the seemingly miraculous thing that you can do, she almost fainted. Yes, she was sure she wasn't just getting insane. You can really befriend demons. And those demons turn their backs on other demons and fight for you. She was so proud that she just embraced you in the middle of the fight. But then and there, when you see that your demon friend has died, you can't help but cry.

❥ Whenever this happens, Mitsuri will make sure to comfort you. She can be very clingy, but she just loves you so much.

"Y/N-chan. Everything will be okay. Let's just be thankful to your friends for helping us in the battles. Let's make their sacrifices memorable by perhaps making them a memorial. Don't worry, I understand how you feel! Just tell me what I can do to make you feel better. Okay?"

🌸𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮🌸

❥ Kyojuro was so proud of his former tsugoku when she introduced you to him. The Flame Hashira is definitely proud of you too, as he watched you train with Mitsuri. You're very friendly towards Kyojuro; thus, he acts as your big brother. He always takes you out to eat with him, and yes! You love food as much as he and Mitsuri love it. You're so close with the Flame Hashira that you seem to have a second family because of him and Mitsuri.

❥ Kyojuro knew that you could befriend demons from Mitsuri. He was very shocked, but then worried. But then, Kyojuro believes in you, so he just constantly reminds you to take care. Little did you know that, like Gyomei, the Flame Hashira always makes sure that you are being looked after by Mitsuri. He just cares about you so much.

"I'm so proud of you, Y/N-chan! You've really become a great demon slayer so fast! Just always take care, okay? I believe in you!"

🌸𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚🌸

❥ Like Muichiro, Giyu Tomioka acts so nonchalant around you. The Water Hashira is so distant that he tries his best to avoid you because of your friendliness. But, of course, no one can stop you. When you manage to get ahold of the man, you always try to make a conversation, telling him that he is very enigmatic. That will fluster the man, so yes, in just a blink of an eye, he will disappear again.

❥ Giyu knew that you could befriend demons, and so that piqued his interest. That's because of Nezuko. Since that time, you have noticed that Giyu will try his best to talk to you and ask you about how you can do that. He seems so amazed, but of course he won't show it to you. Like an older brother, though, he will remind you to use your sword if you really need it. Yes, Giyu had a soft spot for you as well because of your kindness.

"Glad to know that your friendliness can help you in battles. You should take care, though. Use your sword whenever you need to."

🌸𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮 𝐊𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐨🌸

❥ You amazed Shinobu. She liked your company. It's just that your aura reminds her of her older sister, Kanae, even if you are years younger than her. Because of your niceness, the hidden anger in Shinobu's heart seems to slowly melt. She treats you like her sister, like Mitsuri. Sometimes, she even teaches you about medicines, which eventually becomes your bond.

❥ When Shinobu learned about your ability to befriend demons, she wanted to learn more. She's very curious about this, so she tends to ask a lot. The insect Hashira even accompanied you on your mission one time just to witness it. She couldn't hide the surprise on her face when you did it. But, of course, when she saw you sad, she acted as kind as Mitsuri and just embraced you. She is not just good with her words, so she tends to sound awkward when comforting you. But yes, she really cares.

"Shush, Y/N-chan. Everything will be okay. Those demons are surely thankful to see such a kind soul before they... Don't be sad, okay?"

🌸𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢🌸

❥ Tengen finds it flashy to know that you are Mitsuri's tsugoku. He's amazed at how you do the Love Breathing. Sometimes, he will be present at your trainings at the Rengoku estate. You are very nice to Tengen and his wives. Of course, Suma is obsessed with you. So then, the Sound Hashira finds your positivity so nice.

❥ When Tengen knew that you could befriend demons, he was astounded. As much as he wanted to disagree with what you're doing, Kyojuro would always tell him to stop and be nice to you. And so, Tengen didn't meddle with your business, but as your friend, he still teaches you some techniques you can use to fight. He's not the one who'll constantly remind you of things, but the man makes sure he shows he cares by being your pseudo-trainer if needed.

"Uhh, that's flashy, Y/N-chan. Um, you want to learn more about how you can improve your stance? You're already flamboyant with your ability and stuff, but we got to have plan B in case, kid!"

🌸𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚🌸

❥ Sanemi's not very nice to you, and you can sense that he doesn't like you around. But then, you try your best to talk to him. But he still sees you as a pesky kid. But in reality, your niceness reminds him of Genya; that's why he avoids you so much.

❥ The moment that the man really spoke to you was when he learned about your ability to befriend demons. He looked annoyed and unamazed, but he still approached you to tell you that.

"Dimwit, I don't know, but in case you don't know, demons are enemies. Stop befriending them and shit. Don't be an idiot like Kanroji." You start tearing up. "I mean... uh fuck. Just be safe out there. Bye."

🌸𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚�� 𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨🌸

❥ Obanai would never act mean to you, even if he isn't comfortable with your presence. Mitsuri means a lot to him, and so he tried his best to be quite nice and approachable to you. Sometimes, Sanemi would end up cursing him, but he'd just shoot him a glare to shoo him away. He's quite aware that Sanemi scares you after that encounter with him. But sometimes, he unconsciously acts like a big brother to you, caring like he cares for Mitsuri. He won't just admit it anyway.

❥ The Snake Hashira doesn't agree with the fact that you are befriending demons. But then he tries his best to understand it, as he doesn't want you and Mitsuri to feel bad. Obanai would sometimes remind you that you should not trust too much. He also reminds you not to make Mitsuri cry, so you shouldn't die.

"Don't trust too much. Not all friends are really friends. You should still be cautious about what you are doing, Y/N. Don't make Mitsuri cry, so don't die, kid."

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉!

I hope you enjoyed this @ame-delights!

I tried my best to make her aromantic and I hope it worked huhu! Just feel free to comment in case!

Feel free to request, reblog, or comment!

Ja ne~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

[tinyperson00]

An Idea has sprouted in my mind

Tagging my moots :D (continue this if youd like)

@aceofstars0 @larz-barz @tokito-dulya20 @frostburn-shoto @silliestsakura @muitsuri @shycroissanti @kiyokatokito @kimetsu-chan @ta-ni-ya @moshi-moshh @cloudymistedskies @co-py-cat @boo-simplified @night-mince0

sorry if I missed anyone;-;

[hinatastinygiant]

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: eclipsed encounters :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

sun and moon (fem!reader x rengoku)

back to... eclipsed pt 2, fated encounters, masterlist

The battlefield is chaos.

You don't hear the clash of steel against claws, nor the earth-shattering laughter and roars of the demon as it narrows in on you and Kyojuro. There's no time to focus on the sounds around you- not when the demon you're facing is so impossibly fast.

Kyojuro moves like wildfire, his blade in a beautiful arc of light that illuminates the dust-filled air. You stay close, weaving through with precise movements. For each powerful blow he strikes, you're there to cover his blind spots, deflecting the demon's slashing claws.

But you know this can't last.

You can feel it in your bones, the way the air feels heavier with every breath you take. This isn't a battle you'll walk away from.

Still, when Kyojuro glances back at you- his golden eyes blazing with the same determination- you force yourself to smile. He needs your strength. And if this is how it ends, you'll be content knowing you're fighting at his side.

Because wherever Kyojuro goes, you follow.

You first noticed the ache in your chest in a quiet village about a year ago.

It wasn't an injury. No demon had struck you, and there was no visible wound at all. But when you caught sight of Kyojuro, standing tall and bright as ever as he spoke to a woman from the village, something inside you twisted.

She was leaning toward him, her hand brushing his arm as she laughed at something he'd said. Kyojuro didn't pull away, though he didn't encourage her either- his focus was on the questions he was asking about recent demon sightings.

You knew there was no reason to feel this way. Kyojuro was always respectful, always professional. He wasn't interested in the woman. But still, the sight of them together made your stomach churn.

"Excuse me?"

The villager in front of you cleared his throat, dragging you out of your thoughts. Heat rushed to your face as you realized you'd missed what he was saying.

"Oh, I'm sorry," you said quickly, bowing your head. "Could you please repeat that? My mind was wandering."

The man didn't seem too offended, smiling at you as he repeated the information he'd given you earlier, recounting the details of a strange disappearance near the forest's edge. You nodded along, forcing yourself to focus on his words, though your gaze drifted back to Kyojuro more than once.

He caught your eye at one point, tilting his head in a silent question. You smiled back at him and shook your head, waving a hand in reassurance. It was nothing.

But the ache in your chest told you that it was definitely something.

That was the first night you laid awake, staring up at the stars. Your thoughts kept wandering back to Kyojuro. How handsome he was, his golden eyes burning like a summer sunrise. The way his hair flowed around his face like fire, his laugh warm and bright.

And then there was the time the two of you sat alone in the grassy field at night after a long mission.

His legs were crossed, the glow of the small campfire painting his features warmly. You sat across from him, tending to your sword and trying not to stare too much.

"You're quiet tonight," he said, breaking the silence.

You glanced up, startled to find his gaze fixed on you. "Am I not usually?"

He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You are," he admits, "but this feels different."

"Sorry." You shifted, looking back down at the sword in your lap. "I guess I'm just tired."

"Hmm." He looked up at the night sky, watching the stars for a moment before turning back to you. "Are you sure nothing's on your mind?"

You hesitated, weighing your words before speaking. "I was just thinking... You never seem to be afraid. Even in our worst battles, you're always so sure of yourself. How do you do that?"

His smile softened, his usual cheerfulness giving way to something calmer. "Fear is natural, Y/N," he said. "But so is hope. And if I can hold onto that hope- even in the darkest of moments- then I can keep moving forward."

You stared at him, watching the reflection of the firelight dancing in his eyes, and wondered if he even realized just how much his presence meant to you.

"You're amazing, Kyojuro," you said softly, holding his gaze.

He looked surprised, his lips parting slightly as a light flush rose to his cheeks. But then he smiled, the familiar warmth returning to his eyes. "And you," he said, his voice steady as he spoke, "are stronger than you think."

After that, it became easier to admit to yourself just how much he meant to you. But it wasn't until you had gotten back to the Rengoku estate that you both started to act differently around each other.

The courtyard had been quiet, only lit by the glow of the moon. You sat on the edge of the stone wall near the koi pond, listening to the distant chirping of crickets and the soft trickle of water when he came to sit beside you, his arms resting on his knees.

You looked over at him quietly, observing how his haori was draped loosely around his shoulders, his fiery hair almost muted in the moonlight.

"You're not tired?" he'd asked, his voice warm and low, breaking the silence.

"Not yet," you replied, watching the ripples in the pond again as a fish rises to the surface. "It's peaceful here."

"It is," he agreed, his gaze landing on you.

You could feel him watching you, but you kept your eyes on the water, your hands fidgeting slightly in your lap. His presence had always been comforting, but this night felt different- heavier, more charged.

"Hmm," He leaned closer, his shoulder brushing yours lightly. "Are you alright?"

You inhaled sharply, the subtle contact sent your thoughts into a spiral. You'd suddenly become aware of how close he was, the faint scent of pine and something smoky clinging to him. "Yes, I'm fine. Was just thinking, is all."

"And what are you thinking about?" he asked, his voice even quieter this time.

"Nothing important," you lied as you attempted to ignore the hammering in your chest.

"Everything you think is important," he said firmly, as though it's an undeniable truth.

You turned to him fully, your lips parted in protest, but the words died in your throat when you saw the look in his eyes. His usual cheerfulness was absent, replaced by something softer.

The world around you seemed to fall away. The air felt warmer, the night quieter, and all you could hear was the faint rustle of his haori as he leaned closer. His gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there for just a moment before returning to your eyes.

"Kyojuro..." you whispered, unsure of what you were doing.

He tilted his head slightly, his breath warm against your cheek, and for a fleeting second, you thought he was going to kiss you.

"Kyojuro."

The voice cut through the moment like a blade. You both turned sharply toward the source, and your heart sank when you saw his father standing at the edge of the courtyard, his expression displeased.

"Shouldn't my son know better than to give his tsugoku the wrong ideas?"

The disappointment in his tone was obvious, and it sent a jolt of shame through your body.

You stood up quickly, bowing your head to him. "I'm sorry, sir. It was my fault. I-"

"Come inside, Kyojuro," he said, his tone cold. His eyes flicked to you briefly before returning to Kyojuro. "There's something we need to discuss."

"Of course," he replied, his voice steady, despite a slight edge.

He then rose to his feet. "I'll see you later, okay?" he said softly, his voice for your ears alone.

You nodded, though the moment felt irreparably broken.

As he followed his father inside, you were left standing in the courtyard, staring at the pond and wondering what might have been.

That's all there was.

Because now the demon is moving in a blur of motion, striking toward Kyojuro with deadly precision.

You decide not to think- just act.

Your body moves as if on instinct, placing yourself between him and the blow. The impact sends pain ripping through your chest, but you don't let it show.

His shout of anger and anguish fills your ears, but you force yourself to look up at him, your hand trembling as it presses against the blood gushing from the wound.

"It's fine," you say, though it comes out as a wheeze.

"Y/N..." he says, his voice low.

But you don't let him finish, your body still moving. Your blade slices through the demon's arm, severing the limb. Kyojuro doesn't take the opening you've created for granted. He moves past you, his blade singing through the air.

A single clean strike to the neck is all it takes to end the demon's life.

The fight is over.

You watch him move through the haze, his blade flashing as he slices the demon's head off, leaving no room for doubt.

It's finally over.

Your vision goes dark, your knees hitting the ground. The impact should hurt, but you're numb, the world slipping away from you.

And then his hands are on your face, his voice sounding so far away. You blink up at him, the edges of his figure blurry and unfocused.

"Kyo," you say, tasting blood. "Are you... okay?"

"Shh." He's speaking quickly, his words running together. "Y/N, don't speak. Don't move. Help is coming. Everything is going to be fine."

"I'm sorry." You struggle to keep your eyes open, your breathing becoming ragged.

"It's not your fault," he says, his voice strained. "This was a dangerous mission. We both knew that. But you'll be okay, Y/N. Please, stay with me."

"It's alright," you whisper, your voice trembling. "It's enough to die by your side."

"Don't say that," he says, his fingers brushing across your cheeks, leaving trails of blood behind. "You're not dying, Y/N."

He keeps talking- shouting, pleading- but his words are distant, drowned out by the rushing in your ears.

"I..." You reach for him, your fingers brushing against his, but before you can finish your sentence, the darkness takes you.

He decided to sit beside you by the koi pond, enjoying the contrast of the cool night air after the day's heat, but it did little to calm the storm in his chest.

He glanced at you, catching the soft glow of the moonlight on your hair and the way your hands fidget in your lap. You're close- close enough that he can feel the faint warmth radiating from you- and it sets his thoughts spiraling in ways he's not sure they should.

His tsugoku. His partner.

You've always been at his side, a quiet constant in his world of fire and chaos. He's watched you become a remarkable slayer, your movements steady and precise, a good balance to his.

But this night, there was a heaviness in the air, a charge he couldn't ignore. His gaze lingered on you, and he wondered, not for the first time, if you notice the way his heart pounds whenever you're this close.

"You're not tired?" he asked to break the quiet.

"Not yet," you replied, your attention on the pond. "It's peaceful here."

"It is," he agreed, though his focus was entirely on you.

You didn't look at him, but your hands fidgeted more as the silence stretched.

"Hmm," he leaned a little closer, letting his shoulder brush against yours despite telling himself it was unintentional.

He knows better.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice softer.

You inhaled at the contact, the sound sending a spark through him. Your reply came almost too quickly after that. "Yes, I'm fine. Was just thinking, is all."

"And what are you thinking about?" he pressed gently, tilting his head toward you.

"Nothing important," you said, but the lie was clear in your tone.

"Everything you think is important."

When you turned to him fully, he felt his breath catch.

Your lips parted as if to protest, but no words came out. Your gaze met with his, and the usual distance between you vanished. In this moment, it was just you and him, no missions, demons, or expectations.

His pulse quickened as his eyes dropped to your lips. The thought crossed his mind before he can push it away:

What would you do if I kissed you?

Would you pull away?

Would you look at me the same tomorrow?

It felt wrong for him to even consider it. You are his tsugoku, entrusted to him by your family, a bond of duty and responsibility. But somewhere along the way, that duty had shifted into something deeper, something more personal.

"Kyojuro..." you whispered, his name barely audible.

His resolve faltered. he tilted his head slightly, the warmth of your breath mingling with his. He wanted to close the distance, to press his lips to yours and see if the fire in his chest would finally quiet. But then...

"Kyojuro."

The sound of his father's voice caused him to pull back instantly, his heart hammering in his chest. He turned toward the source immediately.

"Shouldn't my son know better than to give his tsugoku the wrong ideas?" he said, his tone as cold as usual.

The disappointment in his father's voice stung, but Kyojuro forces his expression to remain neutral.

You stand quickly and bow your head before he can answer instead. "I'm sorry, sir. It was my fault. I-"

“Come inside, Kyojuro,” Shinjuro interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. “There’s something we need to discuss.”

Kyojuro rose to his feet, casting you a glance. “I’ll see you later, okay?” he said softly, his voice meant for your ears alone.

The second he stepped inside, the door slid shut behind him with a resounding thud. Shinjuro doesn't wait long before turning on him.

"What the hell are you thinking?" his father growls, his voice low but furious. "You can't act that way with your tsugoku. She looks up to you. And you're leading her on."

"It wasn't like that," Kyojuro protested.

"Don't like to me," Shinjuro snapped, his hand slamming down on a nearby table. "I saw the way you looked at her. Are you trying to disgrace this family? Her family trusted us- trusted me- to train her to be the next Hashira. If she fails, if she dies, that blood in on our hands. If you want a distraction, go find a woman. But don't think you can toy with her like that."

Kyojuro felt his stomach churn. "She is not a distraction," he said through gritted teeth. "I would never toy with her."

"Then what is it? " Shinjuro replied, his gaze flicking to the door. "What exactly were you doing out there?"

"I care about her," Kyojuro said, his voice steady despite the flush creeping up his neck. "Deeply. But I would never compromise her or either of our families."

Shinjuro narrowed his eyes. "Care for her? You're her superior, Kyojuro. Keep it that way."

Kyojuro exhaled slowly, trying to calm the fire building in his chest. He knew his father didn't love the idea of you being his tsugoku, but to think he would speak like this, that he would treat you- a woman who'd done nothing but fight for this family- like you're a mere object to be toyed with.

It infuriates him.

"I will ensure her safety. I always have."

"See that you do," Shinjuro said, his tone final. "Because if anything happens to her, it will be your fault."

Kyojuro didn't respond, but as his father left the room, his fists clenched at his sides. The words will continue to echo in his mind as a harsh reminder of the responsibilities he bears.

The funeral after is silent, filled with only a handful of attendees.

It's not a surprise, given how little is known about her or her family. Still, there are several faces that stand out, those who have fought at her side, or trained beside her.

Kyojuro stands near the front, his posture rigid and his jaw clenched tightly as he listens to the eulogies, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. Then, when it comes time for him to speak, he approaches the wooden platform and looks out at the small crowd.

"Her death was honorable," he begins, his voice echoing through the clearing. "Like the moon, her light will not fade. She was brave, loyal, and selfless. She gave her life for the mission, and for me." He pauses, his hands gripping the wooden railing so tightly his knuckles turn white.

"She guided me through the darkest nights, gave me strength when I faltered, and reminded me that hope was always worth holding onto," he says, his voice low, barely above a whisper.

After that, he steps back, unable to say anything else. Behind him, the sun rises in a beautiful display of oranges and reds, the clouds painted like a watercolor painting.

When the funeral ends, and the guests have dispersed, Kyojuro is the last one standing by the grave.

"Thank you," he whispers, bowing his head.

He lingers there, long after everyone else has left. There are so many things he wants to say, but the words still feel lodged in his throat. 

When he walks away, he catches his father’s eye.

“Because if anything happens to her, it will be your fault.”

That’s what he had told Kyojuro.

He doesn’t want to think of that now.

Why did you have to sacrifice yourself for him? It should have been the other way around…

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[kiwkii]

When you like your demon slayer oc so much that you cant stop drawing her 👀

Anyway this is Harune Suzukaze n she’s the most female ever

I will reveal her lore when I feel like it. (If you message me I’ll tell u if u want lol idc)

[lyrefromthesea]

I really liked the idea of wolf hybrids hashiras :DD.

so maybe now wolf hybrids hashiras who are obsessed with the reader and the thought of owning the reader so they want to mark them somehow? for example by scenting them or leaving bites, etc.

Male Hashira x reader - Courting done right

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

content warning: wolf hybrid!au, omega!reader

Tengen:

• gifts. gifts. gifts. have i mentioned he's going to use gifts?

• such a cute omega, he is more than ready to take care of you and take you in as his tsugoku, his new lover - his everything. you're just not recognizable as his. not yet.

• he makes a point out of bestowing gifts upon you. they always have to be expensive and flashy. the gift that got everything going was a perfume, the same all his wives had.

• every demon slayer knows that exact scent, it's just that there's now a fourth individual wearing it. everyone realized it sooner than you - you carried the same hint as his wives.

Obanai:

• he gives you obvious hints about his courting intentions, directly telling you that he would like to take you to a nice restaurant or walk you home.

• but do not expect him to actually spell it out, he's not the kind of person to do it. by the time you openly acknowledge your relationship, everyone around the two of you has already thought you were mates.

• small presents and weekly dinners are more than common, he needs to show you that he can take care of you.

Rengoku:

• biting and scenting. it started with scenting though.

• when he finds you curled up somewhere, dozing off after a mission, he always does the same thing. as soon as he made sure you're really asleep, he's by your side, warm arms wrapping around your body and keeping you close.

• waking up and realizing that his scent had rubbed off on you, you are more than happy. it becomes natural to wake up with him by your side. the biting started after a kakushi eyed you weirdly. Kyojuro reacts quickly, leaving a bite on your shoulder before nuzzling against you like usually.

• neither of you complains about the new addition to his old habits. in fact, you make sure to doze off near him sometimes, happy to wake up with a new mark.

Sanemi:

• he's possessive of you, definitely not in the cute way either. when he realizes other corps members take interest in you, he's lurking near you. it doesn't take long for others to flee, the man is staring daggers into them.

• he starts to come up with courting methods when he realizes you're not going to be around him all the time. he needs to make his presence known, even when he's not really there.

• he's quick to give you a few pieces of his clothes, telling you to wear them every now and then. the clothes nearly reek of his scent, strong pheromones taking over the area around them. if he wanted to prove he's an alpha, he had clearly succeeded.

• and though the clothes came with the best intention - protecting you - people subconsciously try to avoid you whenever you wear them.

Giyuu:

• he's not to sure about courting you, he had never done so before. he tries to sneak a few secrets from couples he watches walking past him. presents, taking you out, scenting - he had tried it all.

• eventually manages to eat outside with you from time to time, often finding yourself conversing under a tree. he had to stop his tail from swishing around when you leaned against his arm, resting your head against his shoulder. uses the moment to rub his cheek against you lightly, leaving a faint hint of his scent behind.

• it's always a nice surprise to find a small gift from him near your door, wrapped in a small cloth. he knows that you know where they come from, happy when he sees them on you the next day.

Gyomei:

• with him, you can't say when exactly the courting began. he first offered scenting you a few weeks after you were ranked a hashira. though it was slightly weird at first, you quickly became used to it.

• you knew he would never force the scenting on you, but it somehow gotten to a silent agreement. it was for your safety at first - demons prefered attacking omegas - he could cover your scent with his own.

• however, the simple scenting quickly escalated into a mark or two, nuzzling against each other and eventually leaving bites on your shoulders.

[yoditopascal]

My Nemi

summary: sanemi cries during sex

warnings: smut minors DNI, gentle sex, hand holding, light angst

a/n: Can be read as a stand-alone or a sequel to Home! The sequel to both is up too! Con La Brisa

He unravels one of your hands from his hair, lacing his fingers with yours giving them a squeeze.

He clung to you, his lips faltering in the kiss as he found himself unable to do anything besides hold on. His eyes, dark and heavy with unadulterated need.

He presses in deep with every stroke. You clench around him and do your best to meet him mid thrust. It’s slow and sweet, just like this whole night had been.

Your fingers curling in his hair, ankles locking above the swell of his ass. You don’t let him pull away and he doesn’t want to go, smearing tears against your neck as he drives himself deep, further, into your very being both physically and emotionally.

"My Nemi." You cupped Sanemi’s cheek pulling him from your neck to wipe away the tears that were steadily streaming down his face.

“I love you.”

Love.

He wasn’t sure he knew what that felt like anymore. Everytime he loved someone they went away. Masachika……Kanae.

He wanted to answer you back, but he couldn’t. Not while he was like this, he knew he’d choke if he tried.

More tears flowed from his eyes as he reburied his face in your neck and picked up the pace.

At one particularly sharp thrust you moan lewdly right into Sanemi’s ear, that sent him into a feral frenzy.

He grabs your legs and pushes them as far up as they could go. Your knees practically by your head at this angle.

The new angle allows him to go even deeper than he was before. His mouth exploring your neck, mouth and chest as he loses himself in your cunt.

The room was filled with the sounds of your breathless moans and the echoes of wet rhythmic slapping sounds of your skin against his.

A shiver creeps up your spine as Sanemi huffs over you. A long low moan leaves him as his hips begin to stutter.

He was getting close, you could tell. Your own orgasm building in the pit of your stomach too.

Both so close you could almost reach out and touch it.

“S-so fucking warm.” Sanemi rasps out hips losing their rhythm as he looks down to watch his dick disappear in and out of you, a creamy translucent ring forming around the base.

Your back arches as your second orgasm of the night overpowered you, sensitivity starting to set in. Grabbing your hand again he engulfs yours with one of his calloused pads gently squeezing and stroking at your fingers as he draws closer to his climax.

His hips bucked wildly as he clutched at your spamming hips, your cunt squelches as he finally floods your insides with thick ropes of cum.

The fabric of your comforter sticks to your sweat soaked skin as you both come down from your high. The cool wind from the spring night was starting to seep into the room causing you both to shiver.

Kissing along your jaw, Sanemi gives your hand one last gentle squeeze, his face buried in your neck again as he sniffles and murmurs out “…love you too.”

When he pulls away your grinning from ear to ear, cheeks flustered from your copulation.

“Shut up and get some sleep.” He looks away, flustered, going to pull out.

“I didn’t even say anything!” You yawn

“You don’t have to.” He kisses your forehead before tucking you both into your futon sleep already clouding both of your vision.

The former tsugoku simply smiled some more before snuggling into his chest content to be home in his arms for the first time in months.

[xxsabitoxx]

xxSabitoxx Imagines/Drabbles Masterlist

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Updated Aug.12th 2023

Awkward Encounter | Gyutaro x AFAB Reader | FLUFF/SUGGESTIVE 

Play Fight | Shinobu x AFAB Reader | SUGGESTIVE 

Shit Talker | Sanemi x GN Reader | SMUT

Sanemi Falls In Love For The First Time | Sanemi x GN Reader | FLUFF

Rengoku Falls In Love For The First Time | Rengoku x GN Reader | FLUFF

Plush | Rengoku x Tengen x Wives x Reader | FLUFF/SMUT

Take it and Shut Up | Megumi x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Stay Still | Sukuna x AFAB Reader | SMUT 

Attention Please! | Tengen x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Caught in the Rain | Tengen x AFAB Reader | SMUT 

Earn It | Shinobu x AFAB Reader | SMUT

First | Nobara x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Just For You | Inumaki x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Seven Minutes in Heaven | Giyu x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Seven Minutes in Heaven | Itadori x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Referring to Them as a “friend”| Giyu, Rengoku, Sanemi | NO SET GENRE 

Dating Okkotsu Yuta | Yuta x GN Reader | FLUFF/SMUT

JJK and Your Habit of being Topless | JJK Characters x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE 

Dating Rengoku (Modern AU) | Rengoku x GN Reader | FLUFF/SMUT/ANGST

Mornings with Sanemi | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Singer Shinobu | Singer Shinobu x AFAB Shy Reader | FLUFF/SMUT

Bathing with Giyu | Giyu x GN Reader | NO SET GENRE 

Gojo & Geto Fighting for your Attention | Gojo & Geto x GN Reader | NO SET GENRE 

Childhood Friends | Megumi x AFAB Reader | FLUFF

Winning His Heart | Akaza x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Dramatic Megumi | Megumi x AFAB Reader | FLUFF 

His Favorite | Douma & Reader | NO SET GENRE 

Irresistible | Akaza x AFAB Reader | SMUT 

His Personal Assistant | Hawks x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

First Love | Kakyoin x AFAB Reader | FLUFF

No Escaping | Sukuna x AFAB Reader | SMUT

A Guiding Hand | Rengoku x NB Reader | SMUT

Tempest | Sanemi x AFAB Demon Reader | MILD DEAD DOVE /SMUT

Cravings | Sanemi x AFAB Pregnant Reader | FLUFF

The Fourth Wife | Tengen & Wives x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

Mornings with Makio | Makio x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

Mornings with Hinatsuru | Hina x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

Mornings with Suma | Suma x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

Smile | Megumi x AFAB Reader | SMUT

I Hate Him | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | FLUFF

Uzui Gang & Public Tension | Tengen x Wives x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Tengen & His Husband | Tengen x AMAB Reader | FLUFF/SUGGESTIVE

Reward | Muzan x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Loosen Up | Sanemi x Giyu x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Team Bucciarati & Walking in on you Changing | Bucci Gang x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

College Roommates Shinobu | Shinobu x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Easy | Douma x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Cut | Aki x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

Needy | Geto x AFAB Reader | SMUT

I Want a Baby | Tengen x AFAB Reader | FLUFF/SMUT

Experience | Kishibe x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Promise Me | Giyu x GN Reader | ANGST

Being Sanemi’s Tsugoku | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

Sanemi at the Butterfly Estate  | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Secret Relationship | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | FLUFF

Sanemi being Vocal | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Exploring with Sanemi | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | CRACK/FLUFF

Dating Dabi | Dabi x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

Sanemi and his Newborn | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

Urogi’s Sensitive Wings | Urogi x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Personal Heater | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | NO SET GENRE

Sensitive Aizetzu | Aizetsu x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Rengoku’s Nurse | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Twenty One | Rengoku x GN Reader | FLUFF/ANGST

Tengen and your Panties | Tengen x AFAB Reader | SUGGESTIVE 

Kyojuro and his Newborn | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | FLUFF

Drunk Giyu | Giyu x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Drunk Tengen | Tengen x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Drunk Kyojuro | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Pissing off Sanemi | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | SUGGESTIVE 

Recoil | Haganezuka x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Meeting the Rengoku Family | Rengoku x GN Reader | FLUFF

Stalker Giyu | Giyu x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Pride Month Imagines | Tengen | Shinobu | Rengoku & Giyu

Pull Out | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | SMUT w/concerning themes 

Lecture | Rengoku x AFAB Kocho Sister Reader | SUGGESTIVE/CRACK

Keeping Secrets | Giyu x AFAB Wife Reader | FLUFF

Never Mine | Geto x GN Reader | SMUT?/ANGST

Pheromone Perfume | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Guard Dogs | Satoru + Suguru x GN Reader | NO SET GENRE

Competition 15k special | Sanemi x Giyu x AFAB Reader | SMUT

Karoke 15k special | Satoru x Suguru x AFAB Reader | SMUT

[mrskokushibo]

Just this once

Kokushibo x afab!reader

Warnings: Sex, Smut, MDNI, NSFW, 18+, Kokushibo allows the reader to be a dom for the night, pegging.

Summary: In this atmospheric, steamy dark smut, you become Kokushibo's first-ever female tsugoku, but very soon, you realise that there is more to your relationship than just sword training... He will let you discover a side of him you never knew existed...and after that, you will crave more...

Masterlist

When the word spread that the powerful Upper Moon One was searching for a new tsugoku, things became hectic at the Infinity Castle’s trial grounds, the place where all the infamous blood battles were fought between the upper ranks and where the training of new talents was most frequently conducted. The place breamed with young cocky lower ranks, strutting around like peacocks, intimidating each other with their various physical prowess.

None of them seemed to display any above-level intelligence, and only one was wearing some form of katana. You were standing slightly to the side, watching, and being watched. You were not like any of them. They were all dwarfing you physically, but you did not feel insecure. You knew you had assets none of them possessed: intelligence, cunning, and a high level of swordsmanship.

‘Line up.’ A harsh command sounded through the courtyard.

Very quickly all the aspirants were standing in a neat row, a few were still giggling and talking. But then, as if with a cut of a sharp blade, silence fell almost instantly. An intrusive, oppressive darkness began to diffuse through the warm air, a feeling as if an invisible fire was claiming possession over every particle in its range. Was this what Hell felt like? No one was left unaffected, including the lower rank of the twelve Kizuki that was coordinating the selection event. Some were beginning to cough, showing signs of their breath not coping with whatever was invading.

A few moments later, and there he was. Upper Moon One, also called Kokushibo: the source of the hellish aura that claimed everyone’s strength. He was standing at the opening of the gate, in complete silence, commanding respect and instilling fear in even the cockiest of the young demons. A tall figure in traditional attire, with a fury of black hair and six burning red and golden eyes, a demon samurai, with a power born in the deepest forges of hell.

You have never encountered a presence this ominous. Not even Muzan-sama emanated this much darkness. If you did not know any better, Kokushibo might as well be the Demon King. Slowly and majestically and without uttering a word, he made his way to the end of the row and commenced his inspection of the candidates. You did not dare look up and so you fixated your gaze on a bunch of pebbles in front of your feet. After what felt like hours, you lifted your eyes only to note that he was now two demons away from you. You could hear him speak quietly in a deep and serious voice, a quick interrogation with just one short question: ‘What makes you think that you are worthy?’

And then it was your turn. You thought you knew how to answer, you prepared yourself for ages. This was all you ever dreamt of since you became a demon.

‘Master, I simply want to be the most loyal servant that you could ever have.’

You went silent, as no more words could make their way out of your constricted throat. He stood in front of you for what seemed like a bit longer than what he did with the others. It was almost as if his terrifying gaze softened for a split second. But then he nodded and moved on to continue the selection.

As soon as he reached the end of the row, he walked back to the gate and pointed his clawed finger … toward where you stood. Immediately, the cocky demon closest to you stepped out of the line believing it was him that was chosen. But quickly, he was put in his place.

‘Not you, you fool. You.’

Kokushibo’s voice resounded and filled the courtyard with almost as much power as his aura did. His finger moved slightly more in your direction and as if in a trance you stepped out of the line without him reprimanding you. So, it was … you…

‘Training begins tomorrow. Be ready when I summon you.’ And with that, he left.

The days that followed were a blur. His training was intense with very few breaks. He was a fair sensei, but you were exhausted after each day. He did not seem to lose any of his strength or stamina no matter how hard you were going at him in the sparring. He would not speak much to you either. Apart from instructions and commands, he was short and the hours were passed in silence. He did seem to, however, soften in his attitude toward you, almost so that you could at times spot a glimpse of an occasional faint smile and a softer gaze in his six eyes.

Weeks passed like this when finally, in the middle of a tough sparring match he suddenly paused and waved you in. Without any unnecessary pleasantries, he began to speak:

‘You are progressing well and I am confident that you are ready to learn a breathing technique.’

This was beyond you, as it was only Kokushibo, Kaigaku and the human Demon Slayers that possessed that ability.

‘Will you teach me Moon Breathing, Master?’ Your eyes were still wide in disbelief.

‘No, I do not think your body could handle it. We will devise a technique that suits your physique. After all, you are a female.’ A brief, faint smile graced his face only to disappear just as fast.

He noticed, of course, how wouldn’t he? With his constant transparent world ability, he must have known all along…

The truth was, that all your life, you were uncomfortable in the body your soul was allocated to at birth. A masculine spirit that was trapped in the body of a woman. For years you were rejecting your state, training hard in any martial art you could find, just to counter what the gods threw at you. You developed a slender and athletic physique, however, remaining feminine enough to attract looks. When you became a demon, you could at least attain a physical strength that surpassed any human male. And you were content with that.

As for your looks? Well, you tried to disguise your femininity as much as it was possible, wearing a traditional gi and hakama as well as having your hair cropped short with heavy bangs covering parts of your face. This gave you a fierce look as it was only one of your narrow and predator-like eyes that was visible at any time.

You were shaken out of your thoughts by Kokushibo:

‘Before we proceed with the breathing technique, I would like to offer you an evening of respite. A small reward for your dedication and hard work. I would like to invite you to my mansion for dinner tonight. Would you like to join me?’

‘Master, anything that pleases you is my delight. Thank you for the invitation. I will be honoured to join you.’

He was studying you for a moment, just as if something else was on his mind.

‘Good, I will send a servant to get you tonight then. Be ready at the edge of Infinity Castle. Now go, you are dismissed for the rest of the day.’

As you were making yourself ready for dinner, you could not help but ponder over the true reason he wanted to invite you over to his place. But you quickly dismissed these thoughts as they were foolish and disrespectful.

When the time for your appointment finally came, you were met by a quiet demon servant of Kokushibo. As soon as you stepped on the gravel path, the heavy mist descended seemingly out of nowhere, obscuring your view to only the faint light emitted by the lantern bobbing in front of you carried by the demon leading your way to Kokushibo’s mansion. It was as if you were led by an ignis fatuus, a mysterious will-o'-the-wisp. Everything was quiet, even the sound of your footsteps felt muffled by the heavy blanket of the surrounding fog.

Your progress was slow and it felt like the trip would never end, but before excessive wariness got hold of you, the mist slowly dispersed and you could make out the contours of a wall and a large building looming behind it. Your footsteps felt loud again as you stepped on the wooden bridge leading over the moat and toward the gate. All the time you were walking you asked yourself why wouldn’t he simply teleport you to him. But soon your thoughts got distracted by what became visible to you when you stepped through the gate.

The path led into a well-manicured, large garden, with a mixture of Sakura trees and smaller, ornamental flowers and bushes. Water was pearling in a nearby fountain and warm fires set in traditional lanterns illuminated the almost magical space. Neat gravel paths cut through the garden and to your left in the distance, you could make out what seemed like a training ground.

This would not be the end of your astonishment as very soon you were being let into the mansion itself. After leaving your zori in the shoji, the servant led you through a short, dark corridor and into the room where Kokushibo was awaiting you. You did not know what to expect out of the home of a powerful demon, but definitely imagined something ominous and not overly welcoming to visitors. Instead, you were met by an inviting, ambient space.

The tatami was covered with oriental rugs, there were bookshelves on the walls and various intricately crafted decorative objects emerged from the shadows and into the amber light of the multiple lanterns scattered around the room, as you were slowly making your way toward Kokushibo.

He was already seated at the far end of the room, the contours of his noble figure merging into the space, more resemblant of a statue than a person. He watched you in silence as you approached and pointed you to your seat with a subtle hand gesture. Just as in training, he was not emanating his aura, instead, a strange sense of peace was radiating from his being.

‘You look sophisticated tonight.’ The directness of the greeting took you aback. You did indeed make the effort to look your best, replacing your masculine outfit with a flattering silken, bronze, and gold-coloured kimono. You did not, however, expect him to take notice. You just felt it was in a good tone to show respect by wearing appropriate attire.

‘Thank you, Master. You too look great, as always.’ You almost bit your tongue at your ridiculous response. His reaction was almost comical as he was apparently attempting not to laugh.

‘Well, let us eat. I gather you must be hungry.’ You nodded to this, still recovering from your idiotic and clumsy earlier remark.

He nodded to the servant waiting at the door and a few minutes later an array of fragrant dishes was placed in front of you. As you both ate, he was slowly becoming more talkative giving you more courage to ask a question that was on your mind ever since the selection night.

‘Why did you decide to choose me, Master?’

‘Well, you were the only one of that sorry lot that displayed some promise, but also because you are a female and I was curious. Not once before have I had a female in my service.’

You could not deny that ever since you started training with him, you were slowly becoming more and more susceptible to him. You never thought a male could instill such feelings in your tough, masculine heart… So, you blushed at his response. He noticed that and smirked.

‘But I must ask you. Why are you covering up the fact that you are a woman?’

Your response was long and when you were done, you felt stupid for blabbering on like you did. But he did not show any signs of annoyance. Instead, he stood up and invited you to join him.

‘Come, I have something to show you.’ He walked over to the wall where a magnificent purple katana was placed on a stand.

‘Do you see this? It is a symbol and a reminder of my own transformation. This was mine when I was still a human.’ He lifted the sword off its stand and slowly pulled the blade out of its’ saya. Instantly, you backed off. It was a Nichirin. He noticed your action and continued talking.

‘Yes, it is a Nichirin. As you may or may not know, I used to be a Demon Slayer once.’ He sheathed the katana and placed it gently back where it belonged.

‘All I am trying to say is that we all go through transformations and life is not a constant.’

He moved closer to you, his hand now touching your shoulder. He was a bit too close for comfort, but something kept you in place, you wanted him this close… It was as if he could sense your feelings.

He leaned into you and whispered:

‘Excuse my impertinence, but have you ever been with a man before?’

Whether it was the closeness or the obvious meaning of his question, either way, you started to feel the familiar fluttering in your belly accompanied by spreading warmth and wetness slowly accumulating between your legs.

‘Yes, I have, but it was never…’ You started off shyly.

‘...good...Is that what you are trying to say?’ He finished your sentence for you and you nodded in response.

‘Well, how about I show you how it should really feel like.’ His deep, warm hushed voice was sending shivers down your spine.

‘Now, Master?’ was all you managed to whisper.

‘Yes, now. I cannot wait.’

With that, he lifted you up bridal style and teleported you both to his bedroom.

He set you down on the floor in front of him, cupped your face in his large, calloused hands, and gave you the softest flutter of a kiss. His hands were soon untying your obi and once it was off, your kimono came undone and he slowly removed it from your body. He stepped back, admiring you.

‘You are a work of art…’ He moved closer to you again, his hands caressing your breasts and back. His touch was firm but gentle, no one has ever handled you this well. With skilled hands, you untied the belts of his hakama and the obi holding his kimono in place and removed the entirety of his garments. You were both naked, warm bodies embracing each other in anticipation of the approaching pleasure. He started slowly guiding you toward the futon and when you were close enough, he commanded in a soft voice.

‘Lie down, I wish to pleasure you now.’

He positioned himself between your legs, your sex straight in front of his face. He looked you deep in the eyes as he dove in to lick the outside of your folds. His gaze did not drop yours as he started to spread your slick-covered labia to grant himself better access. He held them apart with the fingers of one of his large hands and buried his face between them, his tongue lapping up your juices, pressing down firmly, and moving at a steady pace. A finger was now tracing circles around your sopping opening, only to proceed to snake its way into your pussy.

Next, you could feel two fingers scissoring inside you, small, deliciously wet squelching sounds filling up the room. He was growing harder and needed some friction to not become too pent up, thus he pushed you further onto the bed so that he could rub his hard cock on the futon underneath him. He started groaning as his manhood finally received the desired pressure and proceeded to abuse your cunt at a more ferocious tempo, concentrating on the area around your clit. You were consumed by your pleasure, unable to do anything else but arch your back and moan, giving yourself fully into the waves of warmth washing over you. Your hands were desperately grabbing and pulling his hair and as he directed all his focus onto your clit, you began to edge, tears filling up your eyes.

He noted your inner muscles clasping hard down on his fingers and your thighs being sent into small convulsions. With a few hard and fast taps of the tongue, he sent you into your orgasm, making you scream and wail. While rubbing his aching hard dick back and forth into the mattress, his face got squirted with your juices and as he was lapping up your cum, he hissed:

 ‘I can’t hold back anymore, I’m coming.’ And so, he climaxed, spraying his seed onto the sheets beneath.

His own orgasm did not seem to distract him much as within a few breaths he was back to abusing your now overstimulated clitoris. The whole area between your legs was swollen and blood-filled and he was working you relentlessly.

‘Please stop, I can’t.’

‘Yes, you can and you will.’

His eyes had a playful cruelty in them as he kept on licking and rubbing you all over. Tears were pooling in your eyes from overstimulation and your legs were shaking beyond control.

‘This is too much, please..’ You were pleading in protest with a hitching voice.

‘I will pull one more out of you, even if we will be going for hours.’

He intensified his actions, increasing the pressure and strength and very soon you were overcoming the overstimulation and heading toward another climax. With a loud, throaty moan, grabbing hold of his mane for support, you reached another release. This one turned your mind into fuzz and you were simply lying there, splayed on the futon, like a wet rag doll.

‘I am not done with you yet. I need to be inside you.’

He spoke quietly while climbing on top of you and spreading your legs with his massive, strong thighs, his voice sunk an octave lower sending you into overdrive. He was huge, everything including his perfect, large cock was as if carved out of marble. You were tracing the outlines of his muscles, wiping the small droplets of sweat that glistened sensually on his smooth skin. He lowered himself on you, nearly crushing you with his weight, and kissed you, snaking his long demon tongue deep into your mouth. You reciprocated and it was as if the two of you were trying to devour each other. The fire of your passion burning your senses up to dust.

Meanwhile, he shifted his hips and you could feel the tip of his cock press against your gaping entrance. Your core was now aching and dripping so you took him in with ease. His length was filling up your pulsing and needy pussy, your clenching muscles milking him while already on the way in. He commenced thrusting into you, slowly at first but soon increasing his speed and intensity as guided by your savage moans. You were on the edge of consciousness. What he was giving you was beyond anything you could have ever expected. It was as if he was moulding your body to his and all you could do was to allow him to become the master of your senses. The fire inside your core was now intense and you felt that anytime soon, you would climax all over again.

But before that happened you could feel him grow inside you and his thrusts became harder and deeper. And then suddenly, his abdomen muscles contracted and with one deep push into you, he emptied himself painting your velvety walls with his warm, thick cum. As if his seed was the only thing able to extinguish the fire in your core, you came almost simultaneously, squirting all over again, causing you to fill up to the brim with both of your combined juices.

You closed your eyes as you were completely spent, with him still inside and on top of you, thick white slick running out of you and down on the sheets. He was kissing your cheeks and neck softly and when a whisper left his lips, it seemed as if you were deep in a hazy dream:

‘Next time I will grant a wish that I can sense lies in the depths of your soul. I cannot make you a man, I am not God, but I can help you feel like one for a night. Come back here tomorrow and I will make it come true.’

When you woke up the following morning, your body was still imprinted with the memory of his touch. The intensity of sensations kept your flesh nearly at boiling point, despite having been granted release so many times… You moved your hand to your groin and started pleasuring yourself, moaning louder and louder the closer you were to your imminent climax. With eyes closed and thoughts invaded by him, you rode out your high and collapsed exhausted.

You had a day off as Kokushibo was on a short mission somewhere. You took the opportunity to just sleep, eat and relax. After all, tonight would bring new intense experiences… You were equally anxious as you were excited.

With the approach of the night, you were once again led through the same misty path and to Kokushibo’s mansion. This time around, you were led directly into his private sleeping quarters. Tonight, the room was filled with candles and there were wine and various snacks next to the large futon. He greeted you with a deep, passionate kiss and went over to get something from a nearby side table. When he walked over back to you and before handing you the item, he lifted your head by the chin and looked you deep in the eyes:

‘Are you ready to fulfill your wish? Do bear in mind, however, that I would not do this for anyone else but you. Do you understand? So here, I think this will help you feel more, mhm, in character.’

He handed you the object and you were perplexed. You had heard of such a thing but never saw one in real life, let alone used one. It was a fake penis, made in black, shiny, and bouncy material, strapped to a bunch of belts. You must have looked confused as he interrupted your hesitance:

‘It is a strap-on. You use it as if it was your own cock.’ He smiled playfully and winked.

‘Let us see if you are up for it. And oh, I almost forgot.’ He went over to the side table again.

‘You will need this. To make it smoother for us both.’ He handed you a small bottle of oil.

‘Well then, Master, I want you to fuck me hard.’ His lewd and playful words almost made your jaw drop.

Quickly, you regained your composure, as a chance like this, granted by no other than the powerful Kokushibo, would most likely never arise again. You manned up and walked up to him. You grabbed him by his long ponytail and yanked his head back while undoing his clothes with your other hand. You nipped his exposed neck with your fangs and whispered:

‘I will make you scream in pleasure, by the end of the night you will be begging me for more.’

As you let go of his hair, he looked back at you, a mischievous smile lighting up his face. He seemed pleased with your performance, eagerly awaiting your next step. You nearly tore his clothes off him and pushed him onto the futon. You proceeded to deliberately slowly remove your own garments. He was watching you with a hungry look in his eyes, biting his lip and cocking his head playfully. When you were completely naked you grabbed the strap on and after a short moment of inspection, you put it on, making sure it sat on properly.

‘What would you like me to do now, Master?’ He spoke in a flirtatious tone. His cock was fully erect, small pearls of precum already running down the shaft.

‘Lay flat on your stomach.’ You commanded.

*This was starting to feel good*, you thought. Your initial astoundment with being allowed to treat your sensei like this was as if washed away. Instead, you began to feel a powerful adrenaline rush ripping through your body. You grabbed the bottle of lubricant and climbed onto the futon.

You crawled on top of him, pressing his hard cock even deeper into the bed, causing him to release a deep sigh. His huge, hard glutes felt so good under your hands when you were massaging him, spreading his buttocks, and landing an occasional spank.

‘Harder, please.’ He taunted you while lifting his head up and giving you a lewd smirk.

‘No looking.’ You riposted, surprised at your sudden firmness. But you did listen and spanked him harder this time, your hand leaving a red print on his firm flesh.

‘Yes, Master.’ He chuckled out and moaned when the hard spank pushed his hips as well as obviously his dick into the mattress.

‘Please, fuck me hard.’ He kept on taunting.

‘Quiet.’ Another hard spank landed on his ass.

This time he obeyed and you could get to the main course. After you poured some oil onto his buttocks, you started spreading it around, massaging, and using your fingers to prep him before the oncoming penetration. You poured more oil into the palm of your hand and spread it all over the black dildo attached to your groin. Without a word you positioned the tip of it at his entrance and slowly, but steadily pried your way into him. There was the faintest twitch from his hips and thighs, but very soon you could see him slowly pump his hips into the mattress as you were moving in deeper. His breath was heavy and apart from that he was now completely silent. No more bratty remarks nor comments seemed to be in place anymore.

As you began pumping in and out, his hip movements followed your rhythm. You were holding on firmly to his buttocks with both your hands, the feeling of being in this position made the already strong onslaught of adrenaline completely empower you as you felt a surge of strength and aggression run through you. You gritted your teeth as you increased your pace. You could feel your cum literally run down your thighs, you have never been this aroused in your life. It was as if you were turning into a wild beast with its own pleasure as the only goal.

You saw him move his hand to his groin, grabbing hold of his cock to speed up the nearing climax. You could see his arm muscles flex as he was pumping alongside the continuous hip thrusts into the mattress. You sped up again causing him to growl and as you pumped relentlessly, stimulating his prostate, his whole body contracted and he sprayed out cum all over the sheets and his chest with a loud growl.

Cautiously, you pulled out. You grabbed a towel from the bedside table and wiped him clean, removed the strap-on, and wrapped it in the towel, dropping it to the floor.

As you climbed off him, he was lying on his side, breathing heavily, his eyes fogged up with lust and the remains of the recent pleasure. His lips were parted and he was looking at you from under his bangs.

You crawled closer to him and gently rolled him on his back. His arms fell limp to the sides and his face lit up by another lewd smirk. Without a word, but looking him straight in the eyes, you wrapped your hands around his limp cock and started stroking it until hard. It did not take long to get him erect and very soon you were straddling him, sinking yourself down onto his thick length. Your excessive wetness made it easy to do it in one swift move that made him almost gasp for air, as you seated yourself fully, he was now essentially balls deep inside you. Without hesitation, you started bouncing on him, every hard movement creating the perfect friction and making you moan in pleasure. He tried to touch your breasts, but you batted his arms away.

‘No touching. Not until I tell you to.’

You could feel the pressure inside your core reaching the point of being almost painful. Chasing your own release, you leaned over him, your chest almost flat on his, and began humping frenetically. In your mind you imagined him being your little bitch and you her master, dicking her down with your large manhood. You were humping hard and fast, almost at the limit of what your thigh muscles could take.

‘Rub my nipples.’ You hissed out and he obeyed.

When your sensitive buds ended up being rolled between his long fingers, you started to lose control. The entire depth of your inner muscle clenching and milking him relentlessly. You lowered yourself down to his neck and sank your fangs into the skin while scratching his arms with your claws. And doing this pushed you over the edge, your orgasm sending shockwaves of pleasure as you screamed your lungs out.

You kept on humping him lightly even after your climax, but your movement was slowing down as exhaustion was finally catching up with you. That is when he caught you off-guard.

‘I would like to come too, Master. Please?’ He whispered in your ear, landing a powerful thrust into you, making you almost fall off him.

You looked him in the eye and began riding him as if in a trance. He was groaning quietly as you felt his cock grow and twitch. And as you increased your pace and licked the side of his neck, ending up nibbling on the lobe of his ear, he came, growling loud and spraying you full of his cum.

He wrapped his arms around you and you remained in his embrace for the rest of the evening. You were not sure what the future held, but right here, in this moment where time stood still, you were exactly who you were meant to be.

Tagging: @horror4themasses @muzansfangs @sunsblaze

Banner by @cafekitsune

[cosmic-slumber-party]

Training with Sanemi Shinazugawa

As his tsuguko

CW: Swearing, mentions of injuries

💨 As his tsugoku, you go through many hours of very tedious training. Of course, you can take it though, Sanemi would not have chosen you if you couldn't. This doesn't change the fact that you are always exhausted by the end of the day. Some days you don't even finish until morning.

💨 He is very hard on you, to the point you think he may hate you sometimes, but he just wants you to survive. If at the end of the day you come home, he has done his job.

💨 Sanemi is the hardest on you after he comes back from a mission, as he is reminded just how ruthless demons can be.

💨 When you get back from your own missions, Sanemi makes sure that you get the best care at the butterfly mansion. He will go a little easier on you after you have recovered, but it doesn't last long. He doesn't want you to keep getting injured by demons, so he needs to go even harder on you.

💨 If you come home completely unscathed, he becomes very proud. He doesn't show it though.

"No injuries this time? Must have been a weakass demon."

You know this means he's relieved.

💨 He may have a little say on what your next assignments may be. If they are ever suspiciously easy, you just know it was that stoic and aggressive Hashira.

💨 If you ever come home very injured, he beats himself up thinking about where he went wrong with training. As you get better, he comes up with different methods to help you defend yourself better. At first you thought he was punishing you for not being good enough, but with time you learned that this was his way of protecting you.

💨 You have had a couple Hashira come up to you asking if you want to be their tsuguko instead. Like Mitsuri and Tengen. Whenever Sanemi hears this, he immediately gets pissed off.

"Oh come on L/N! Come back with me and be my tsuguko. We can eat sweets together. I promise I won't be mean to you like Shinazugawa."

At the Love Hashira's words, Sanemi scowls. "Like you could train a tsuguko. L/N needs training not sweets. What are sweets going to do to a demon?"

You continue training, but do notice that the next day someone has left some red bean mochi in your room.

💨 Going on assignments with one another is always fun and stressful. He knows he can let you do your thing, but he always keeps an eye out for you.

💨 Overall, he is a great trainer and person. After some time, you both consider each other close companions. Both putting your own lives on the line for the other.

[vrystalius]

Fearing thunderstorms.

Genya is scared of thunderstorms and snuck in to your room for comfort. Why not let him stay?

Pairing: Genya x gn!tsugoku!reader

You were already all cuddled up in your bed, relaxing and ready to sleep. It was perfect timing too since it just began to rain and you could hear the heavy droplets fall onto the roof above you. Thunder was roaring in the distance, making you grin and snuggle closer against your sheets and close your eyes. This is going to be a cozy night with some good, well deserved sleep…

But then, you heard your bedroom door ever so slowly open and someone stepping inside. Your whole body tense beneath your sheet as your fist balled together, thinking it was some intruder trying to break in. You slowly opened one of your eyes and tried to spot who it is by trying not to turn your head as much as possible. That’s where you spotted your best friend Genya sit in the corner right next to your door, hugging his knees and pulling them to his chest. His shoulders looked tense and his eyes were wide open, his lips former into a small pout. Usually you see Genya scowl or just stare at nothing during training or breaks. He is smiling though whenever you talk and hang-out with him, but right now he just looks so small and afraid.

You groaned and rolled over in your futon, stretching your limbs. You saw how hard Genya flinched from the corner of your eye. Poor boy thought he was smooth and quiet by sneaking into your room in the middle of the night. Before you could speak up, the booming sound of thunder stopped you. You saw Genya flinch again and state at the ceiling above as if it’s about to crumble any moment, his shoulders tensing further while his body curls up more into a small ball of fear. Your eyes widened slightly at the sight. It was bizarre seeing such a tall and broadly build guy looking like a distressed kitten. He moved his gaze back over at you, now both staring at each other.

“Sorry. For sneaking in.”

Genya whispered, hugging his knees tighter against his chest. Although his mouth was apologising, his body made no movement to get out of your room. You sat upright on your bed and tried to forget how messy you must look right now.

“Why did you even sneak in?”

The rain got harder and more severe making the curled up boy in the corner even more nervous. You rubbed your eyes tiredly and yawned, his eyes now fixated on you.

“I- uh… I-I’m scared.”

He vaguely gestured to the ceiling.

“Of the loud thunders and stuff… ever since I was a kid I was scared of ‘em.”

That makes sense. You never saw Genya be scared of anything besides disappointing his big brother or failing in training. Those are reasonable things to be afraid of, but thunder storms? That’s kind of adorable. You couldn’t help but grin just a little, but he noticed and blushed.

“D-Don’t make fun of me!! They are loud, bright and the rain- you can get flooded anytime i-if the rain’s too heavy! C’mon!”

His posture loosened a little and his face got covered in a bright blush. He was embarrassed, clearly. You suppressed a giggle and decided to offer him comfort instead of driving him out of your room to cower in fear on his own. You grabbed your blanket and got out of your futon, sitting down on the tatami beside his shivering form. You didn’t even notice how hard he was gripping his pyjama pants before coming up close. Genya’s expression shifted from embarrassment and fear to confusion as you wrapped your warm blanket around his shoulders, tucking him in. He hid parts of his face in the warmth to prevent himself from showing his embarrassing blush. You smiled slightly and patter his shoulder.

“Well, if you’re scared, you can stay with me. I’ll even keep it a secret from Tanjiro and the others.”

You wrapped your arm carefully around his shoulder to offer him some quiet support. Outside, the rain began to die down a little and the thunder wasn’t as frequent as before. Genya nodded quietly and moved the blanket over to your shoulders so you two can share it.

“M’sorry for hogging your blanket— here.”

His arm also wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you a little closer. A soft blush spread on your face, and with that, matching his face. You two sat together in the corner in the dark, listening to the soft rain. You turned to face him.

“Things are getting quieter. You wanna try and sleep a little? We’ll need the rest tomorrow.”

Your soft voice pulled him back into reality after staring into nothingness for a while, listening to the rain. Genya glanced at you and shyly nodded, scooting a little closer to you. You sighed and pulled him to rest his head on your shoulder. His whole body stiffened up by your warm body and the cozy blanket creating a shield of comfort around him, protecting him from thunders and heavy rains. His shoulders sagged and his legs slowly stretched out, releasing them from the straining fetus position. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. Your fingers ran through his mohawk, making him relax further against your shoulder.

You were just about to try comfort him further by talking or rubbing his back but the quiet snores leaving from Genya’s lips made you remain quiet. His head felt heavy on your shoulder but you didn’t mind, not at all. Your hand pulled your blanket further over his body before moving to his back. The repeating motion of rubbing his back felt relaxing and soothing to you and your eyelids slowly began closing and you sleepy rested your head on top of his before finally falling asleep yourself.

🎃

Flufftober prompt: Stormy nights

I read your comment about your favourite characters @starvedluci and decided to write Genya for you! Hope you enjoy and don’t mind I’m calling you out like that :,P Also, fun fact, I am really scared of heavy rains. My country had some heavy flooding a while back and that kinds traumatised me, idk XD Thunderstorms are totally fine and normal rain is very relaxing, but heavy, bullet-raindrops? Nope nope nope nope.

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

Take care of yourselves <3

Here’s my event masterlist 🎃

[chiharuhashibira]

hi! I hope your day is going well, do you do requests with all the hashira? If so, i would like to request the hashira reacting to tomioka with a gn reader being his tsugoku, they werent even aware of the tsugoku but they find out theyre complete opposites! The reader is nice, talkative, sometimes loud and overall a really bright person to be with, while tomioka is tomioka, they have a good bond tho

Its okay if its not possible or you dislike the idea! No one can force you to do stuff, thanks and take care!

YES!

Let me explore this one but it'll be in an HC form~

Like how they will react after knowing that Giyu has a jolly tsugoku! No hard romance here (but romance-suggestive) and completely SFW~

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑻𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝑶𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐬 + 𝐆𝐍 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Content Warnings: None-Completely SFW 🌸

(Image is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner)

🌸𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐢 𝐇𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚🌸

❥ Gyomei isn't the type of man who judges. But he can't hide how astounded he was when he knew that you were Giyu's tsugoku. He even thought you were Tengen's tsugoku at first because of how talkative and confident you are.

❥ Gyomei is very understanding. Nothing has changed since Gyomei knew you were the Water Hashira's tsugoku. He is still nice to you. Even advises you to try to help Giyu come out of his shell.

"You seem to have a good bond with Tomioka-san, even if you're total opposites. I think you should help him cheer up some time."

🌸𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨🌸

❥ The boy doesn't care at all. He instantly forgot what you said a while ago.

❥ Whenever you try to talk to him, Muichiro will continue to ignore you. It seems like the boy is very distant. But one time that you managed to hold a conversation with him, apparently he remembered you being Giyu's tsugoku, so he brought it up.

"Uh, you seem to act different compared to the Water Pillar. It's surprising knowing you are his tsugoku. But okay. Why are you here again?"

🌸𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐢🌸

❥ Mitsuri is very astounded that she went to the point of pinching your cheeks. She looked at you, then at Giyu. She can't believe that you can put up with the Water Hashira's attitude.

❥ But yes, she's very sweet, and nothing changed after she knew your connection to Giyu. Mitsuri still acted friendly to you, even asking you at lunch sometimes to get to know you. Apparently, she's interested in knowing more about water breathing, as she is curious if that is the reason why Giyu acts like that.

"You know, tell me more about yourself and your Water Breathing! I'm so glad you aren't shooing me away. But yes, eat! Try this sakura mochi! I don't usually share, but you're cute, so eat!"

🌸𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮🌸

❥ As he was curious about Giyu, Kyojuro remained friendly with you after knowing you were a tsugoku. Like Mitsuri, he can't believe how you can put up with the silence that Giyu has. And yes, the revelation of Giyu being a bit talkative to you surprised the man as well. You were total opposites!

❥ Kyojuro is just happy to know that you aren't giving up on Giyu. Yes, this man is so pure-hearted. He would often cheer you up whenever he saw you around, while also acknowledging the presence of Tomioka.

"Hi Y/N-san! Hi Tomioka-san! I hope your day is great! If you are free some time, you can drop by the Rengoku estate and train with me! We can have a delicious lunch afterwards too! My treat!"

🌸𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚🌸

❥ Giyu is unconcerned by the sudden attention you received after the Hashiras learned that you were his tsugoku.

❥ Oh well, the Water Hashira remained calm after all that fuzz. But yes, he still avoided everyone (except you) like the plague. You are close, but that doesn't mean that he will be close with the others too.

❥ Despite the attention that others seek from you because of your jolliness, you still made sure to spend time with Giyu. Practices? That's just one of the many things you try together! Apparently, Giyu is adventurous around you! But yeah, he's still insecure.

"I don't know how you can put up with me. But thank you. I appreciate this."

🌸𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮 𝐊𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐨🌸

❥ Shinobu was horrified when she knew you were Giyu's tsugoku! She just can't believe a person so bright and jolly like you would be around someone like him. She would often try to convince you to train with her instead or explore other Hashiras Breathing styles, as you and Giyu seem to be incompatible. The girl is just so concerned.

❥ But yes, she's obsessed with you. Her behavior toward Giyu occasionally creeps you out, but maybe that's because she also seems to secretly like him. When you're with Shinobu, she always asks about the Water Hashira, aside from convincing you to be a part of the Butterfly Mansion.

"No one likes Tomioka-san. I don't know how you can do this with him! But if ever you change your mind, I will welcome you. But, hmm, what are Giyu's dirty secrets? Does he snore? I want to tease him!"

🌸𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢🌸

❥ Tengen finds it unflashy that you were Giyu's tsugoku. He doesn't have anything bad against Water Breathing but he just finds the Water Hashira so gloomy, which is definitely not you!

❥ Like Shinobu, Tengen is obsessed with you. The man finds you flamboyant, and he wants to take you in as his tsugoku instead. He even says his wife would love to have her! (Not as a wife, but as a part of their estate—as their baby XD)

"My wives would love you! Why don't you just join me? Be my tsugoku! Tomioka-san is just too gloomy!"

🌸𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚🌸

❥ Sanemi was also horrified. More horrified than Shinobu. He wasn't expecting you to be Giyu's tsugoku at all. For him, you were just like the sunlight, and Giyu was just like trash. (Apparently the lad adores you secretly)

❥ Sanemi would act less harsh with you, but he will still curse you whenever you act "like an idiot," especially when you're with Mitsuri. But yeah, the Wind Hashira also asked you to be his tsugoku, which you always politely declined.

"Your loss, though. That fucker doesn't deserve a talented tsugoku like you. But if you ever change your mind, don't go to Tengen or Shinobu... Those two are dimwits. Be my tsugoku instead."

🌸𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨🌸

❥ Mitsuri likes you as her friend, so Obanai isn't rude to you, even if he knew that you are Giyu's tsugoku. He is horrified, yes. But he isn't the type of guy who would hate you for that.

❥ But sometimes he mocks you for choosing Giyu over Sanemi, especially whenever he sees the Wind Hashira dismayed by your continuous rejections. Of course, Sanemi's his friend, so he'll side with him. But yeah. You don't talk with each other that much unless Mitsuri makes him talk to you. And yes, Obanai would just talk about Kaburamaru.

"You know, you're wasting your life as Tomioka's tsugoku. Just go with Sanemi. He can help you better."

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉!

So sorry if this request took me too long to write hahahahahaha!

But anon, if you are still here, thank you for the request~

Feel free to request, reblog, or comment!

Ja ne~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

[tinyperson00]

Are you worthy? - Akira & Toju fanfic -

As the Hashira gather for their annual meeting with Master Ubiyashiki, Akira notices the other Pillars talking amung themselves. Lucky Akira, she had an amazing sense of hearing just like Zenitsu does, so she listens in as they all talk secretly with one another.

"Did you hear? Master has gathered some nee children who are requesting to become tsuguko's!" - Mitsuri squeals

"I wonder if Ill get anyone who will be willing to train under the flashiest of them all~" - Tengen boasts proudy

Akira rolls her eyes at him as she walks up to take her place in line next to Muichiro. Master Ubuyashiki arrives with his two children and everyone knelt and went silent.

"My children, as some of you may already know, a few new Demon slayers have applied to become a tsukoku under one of you 8 Pillars."

everyone thinks to themselves and wonders if they will be getting one this year, however Akira is not impressed and has her hands fulls already with Katsu. The master's children read out the list of Hashira who will be receiving a Tsugoku if they wish.

The children recite from the list, "Shinobu Kocho, Mitsuri Kanroji, Muichiro Tokito, and Akira Sakuranbura."

Upon hearing her name be called, Akira is half annoyed and half shocked. She's still not really ready to accept a tsugoku to train, but she is interested to see who applies under her. The other 3 Pillars stand up and Akira does the same. The other take their leave to just have the four of them left over.

The master starts to walk away and says, "I will go fetch the children now. You four can wait here and talk amongst yourselves"

"Akira!" - Mitsuri calls over to her.

"hm..?"

"Are you excited to see who you may get!?" - she blurts out.

"Uh.. I guess so, I kinda have my hands full with Katsu right now tho.. so Im not exactly looking to take in another person to train at the moment." - Akira answers back.

"Aw thats no fun.. What if they are really good tho??"

"Ill see when they arrive Kanroji-san."

a few minutes pass by and the Master appears back with all of the children who have applied. As Akira examines the young Demon slayers, one seems to stand out at her. A tall boy who looks to be about a year or so older than she was, with white hair and blue eyes. Akira has felt like she's seen this boy somewhere before, but memory isn't one of her strongest. The children read out the names of each Demon Slayer and assign them to the person they wish to train under. The Hashira may accept as many, or as little of them as they'd like. Akira listens to the names of all of the young slayers and waits for her name to be called with one of them. The other three Pillars have all received their opinions, which left one child left over, The boy. He watched Akira with a great stare as his name is called and he walks down to her. 'Toju'. That was his name.

Instantly, you watch the other mist pillar, Muichiro, decline all of his tsugoku's. He's never really been one to want to train someone else really. Mitsuri Accepts both of hers, and Tengen accepts his one. Both Akira and Toju just stare at eachother, a tension forming between them. Akira, who isn't one to speak very much, just looks up at the tall boy (who is about a foot taller than she is) and tries to remember where she had seen him before. Finally, Toju says something.

"Your trying to remember where you know me from, aren't you."

akira's cheeks go a little red from embarrassment, but also from how soft and calming his voice was.

"uhm. Yes actually.. I can't seem to remember, but I feel like I know you from somewhere"

"Final selection" - he says, "You saved me from one of the stronger demons on that mountain."

"Oh..?" Akira replies

Akira starts to wonder how she has been hashira for almost half a year now, but he was only still a Tsuchinoe. Then her brain starts to work for the first time in forever, and she remembers that she got Hashira in under 5 months, similar to the other mist pillar. Akira took Rengoku's spot when he sadly lost his life to upper 3, and become the second mist pillar. Toju looks down at her and was just wondering what was going on in that mind of hers.

"... so, will you accept me as your tsuguko..?" He asks.

"Hm. Well.. no. I cannot right now." Akira bluntly responds

Toju looks as if his heart had just shattered, as he is devastated that Akira declined him. Toju has had a small crush on Akira since the day she saved him during final selection, so seeing her so blatantly turn him down like that was just heartbreaking. Akira, seeing the look in his eyes and hearing his heartbeat becoming unsteady, decided that she can't just do that to him.

She sighs and then says, "Alright fine. i guess I can make room to train you.."

he perks up almost immediately and responds with, "Really..!"

"Sure why not, I can't bear to see you so Devastated like that either. It hurts my heart.."

He looks at her as she turns her eyes towards the ground to avoid eye contact with him.

"On one condition though." She replied back to him.

"hm..?"

"If you can get even just one hit on me, then I will train you. If not, I will just be wasting my time with you." Akira states.

Toju thinks for a moment. He knows how strong and agile she is.. and he has doubts if he will even be able to get close to her. But he does know one thing, he has a special weapon up his sleeve. Literally.

"fine then. i accept your challenge."

Toju and Akira find themselves in one of the training ground at her mansion where she has Katsu watch to see if he can make contact. Katsu had impeccable vision so she would see if he did. As they get ready in their spots, Akira takes out her Katana and prepares to unsheathe it. Toju takes his swords out and Akira notices that he dual wields, but there is also a string holding them together. She also sees that in both of his sheathes, there looks like what appears to be arrows? She doesn't think too much of it, and Katsu yells to start the spar.

about 10 minutes pass and Toju has yet to make a single speck of contact to Akira. As he swings both his swords at her to hit, she aggressively blocks and flings him back, far back. She watches as he gets up. He isn't coming closer to her just yet, and she is curious to see what is going on. She hears a clicking sound from his Katana's as she then sees that they have become one big Bow. Suddenly it all makes sense. The string connecter, the extreme curvature of his blades, the arrows in the sheath, He can switch his Katana's into bow and arrows.

As Toju begins to charge toward her and pull back his string to the bow, an arrow flies out. Akira blocks it, and then another, and another. The out of nowhere, he is so close and breaks to bow apart back to katana form. For a split second Akira thought she may actually be hit, he had a really good distraction technique that even took her a bit to realize. Though, she managed to block, duck, and trip him off his feet. Toju was now pinned down to the ground with Akira over top of him. Wrists being squeezed so hard that he couldn't hold his katana's anymore, legs pinned down by her legs, her hair dangling into his face. Luckily, whenever sparing or training Akira pulls her hair back into a ponytail, so not as much hair fell onto Toju's face. Once it had sunk into him that he was being pinned down by her, his face began to turn red and he had no choice but to surrender to her. Akira smirked and began to get off of him. Toju was still stunned and just layed there for a bit.

"Katsu! Go get Ushuu, I wanna make sure my new tsugoku is still in one piece" she says with a chuckle.

"Alrighty, ill be back in a little bit." katsu said as she sprinted off.

"And he careful of the switch!" Akira shouts after her sister.

Akira was now turning back to the defeated Toju, who still lay on the ground. She held out her hand for him, and pulled him up. At this point he was only in his undershirt and uniform bottoms and sweating from the spar. Akira had taken off her Haori and tied up her hair, but she seemed to be perfectly fine and in tact.

"come on tough boy, that was fun" she smirks and chuckles a bit.

".. yea but I still failed." He says in a dismissive tone.

"eh.. But who cares about that right? Im still gonna accept you as my tsugoku."

"huh? Wait really?? .. but why?" He says confused.

"because I can see the potential you have as a strong demon slayer."

Toju looks at her with a sparkle in his eye and just smiles.

"though, next time I wont go so easy one you" She taunts with a devilish smile on her face.

'Easy?!?!' He thinks

"come on lets go inside now to cool off until Ushuu arrives." Akira smiles at him "Oh, Ushuu and Katsu are my little sisters by the way."

Toju smiles back and walks inside with Akira. Once Ushuu arrives to check on poor Toju, Akira and Katsu walk outside to enjoy your time together. Akira can hear Ushuu's angry shout from inside not long after though..

"AKIRA!!! YOU ARENT SUPPOSED TO BE BREAKING YOUR TSUGOKU'S!"

"Shit-" She says, "Gotta run! Cya for dinner Katsu! Make sure to fix him up real good for me"

end-

i hope you enjoy that :D I did not expect to write that much ;-;

also sorry for all the spelling mistakes and messed up words... I didn't exactly proof read it lol-

[hinatastinygiant]

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: eclipsed encounters :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

sun and moon (fem!reader x rengoku)

ALTERNATE / HAPPY ENDING

back to... eclipsed pt 1, fated encounters, masterlist

Kyojuro stares at the floorboards of his family’s home, his father’s words still echoing in his ears from moments ago. He grips the edge of the nearby table, knuckles turning white, his heart twisting painfully.

It isn’t until Senjuro’s soft voice breaks the silence that Kyojuro looks up.

“Brother,” Senjuro says, his hands clutching the hem of his haori. His voice waves, but he remains determined to say what he came to. “Do you… like Y/N?”

The question hits Kyojuro like a lightning strike, and for a moment, he doesn’t know what to say. “Yes,” he admits after a moment, his voice almost breaking. “More than anything.”

Senjuro’s expression softens, but the fire in his eyes remains. “Then why are you listening to Father?” he demands, stepping closer. “Why are you letting a rule he made up stop you from being happy?”

Kyojiro blinks, surprised by his brother’s words.

“Brother, you’ve always told me to do what I believe is right,” Senjuro continues. “If you care about Y/N, you should tell her. Before it’s too late.”

The weight of Senjuro’s conviction settles over him, and Kyojuro feels something inside him shift. His lips part, and a quiet, “You’re right,” escapes.

Senjuro beams and grapes his brother’s hand, tugging him toward the front gate. “Then go! Don’t waste another second!”

Before he knows it, Kyojuro is standing at the edge of their yard, the open path stretching ahead of him. He looks back at Senjuro, who’s grinning from ear to ear, and nods. “Thank you,” he says, his voice firm.

Then he runs.

The evening air is cool against his face as he sprints toward your home, his heart pounding harder with each step. When your house comes into view, he slows, his breath catching as he sees you standing just outside the door, reaching for the handle.

“Y/N!” he calls out.

You turn, startled, and before you can say a word, his hand wraps around yours. In one smooth motion, he pulls you toward him and spins you around, leaving you breathless. “Kyojuro?!” you whisper, your eyes wide.

“I have to tell you something,” he says, his eyes blazing with determination. “I care about you. More than anything. And I promise- I’ll make sure nothing bad ever happens to you. No matter what.”

Tears well up in your eyes and your lip trembles. “Kyojuro,” you murmur, your voice breaking. “I feel the same. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t even know where I’d be without you.”

A wave of relief washes over him, and his grip on your hand tightens. Without thinking, without hesitation, he leans down and captures your lips with his.

The kiss is soft, yet filled with every ounce of his love and promise. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, and he smiles- a smile so bright it makes your heart ache.

“Thank you,” he says softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “For letting me feel this way.”

You laugh through your tears and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him close. The world around you feels still, like nothing else matters but the two of you.

In that moment with the demon, your grip on your sword tightens as you watch the demon lunge toward Kyojuro. But he’s ready, his blade already in motion as he steps forward with beautiful precision, blocking its attack.

“Stay focused, Y/N!” he calls, his voice steady.

“Right behind you!” you reply, darting to the demon’s blind spot. Your heart pounds as the two of you move in perfect sync like you’ve done this a thousand times before.

Kyojuro clashes his sword with the demon head-on, his strikes relentless. His flames dance in the night, lighting the area around you as his voice booms, “Now, Y/N!”

With a sharp inhale, you leap up, your blade cutting through the air. You aim for the demon’s exposed neck, and with one clean strike, your sword slices through. The demon freezes, his body dissolving into ash and his head falling to the ground.

Breathing heavily, you step back, the adrenaline still coursing through you.

“Nice job!” Kyojuro’s voice calls out proudly, and when you turn to him, his smile is as radiant as the rising sun.

Before you can respond, he’s running toward you, his arms outstretched. “Come here!” he laughs, scooping you up into a tight embrace.

You gasp, then laugh as he spins you around, your feet lifting off the ground. His infectious joy makes your heart swell, and you wrap your arms around his neck, holding on as he twirls you around the clearing.

“We make a great team!” he says, his voice softer now as he slows, finally setting you back on your feet.

You smile up at him, your hands lingering on his shoulders. “We really do.”

He reaches his hand up to your cheek, holding you softly. “I’ll always protect you, Y/N,” he says, his voice low but still filled with determination. “No matter what.”

“And I’ll always have your back,” you reply, your smile widening as you lean into his touch.

For a moment, it feels like the world has stopped, and all you can see is him- your sun, burning brighter than anything else in your life.

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[chateaaa]

☆ Home - T. Giyuu

synopsis: Giyuu Tomioka as your mentor

pairing: Giyuu Tomioka x fem! reader (platonic)

warnings: fluff, Giyuu self doubts lol

request: Heyyy could you write smth for like giyuu x teenager reader (platonic). Like reader meets giyuu after the hashira meeting about letting nezuko live (yk what I mean?) and she just goes whenever he goes like a puppy, cuz she admires him so much and want to become his tsugoku, and the hashira and giyuu reaction to this? Like they suprised that someone looks up to him? If ya don't want to just ignore this (Sorry for my English btw😭)

❝ Time is slowly tracing his face, But strangely he feels at home in this place ❞

- Giyuu Tomioka who refused in making you his tsuguko, thinking that one refusal is enough but no. you followed him everywhere for 9 days till he finally agrees.

- Giyuu Tomioka who was very hesitant to make you his tsuguko, he would probably have self doubts thinking if he could really teach you.

- Giyuu Tomioka who reluctantly agrees on making you his tsuguko, having the plans of quitting his spot as a hashira and giving it to you (he still thinks he's a fake pillar)

- Giyuu Tomioka whose training is very harsh, he can't help it if he wants you to survive demons

- Giyuu Tomioka who is very cold and strict around you.

- Giyuu Tomioka who asked you "why do you want to be my tsuguko?" and when you replied how you admired him, he had this bubbly and warm feeling coming from his chest

- Giyuu Tomioka who grows fond of you after a few months of becoming the water hashira's tsuguko.

- Giyuu Tomioka who finally introduces you to the hashiras as the pillars (Mitsuri, Shinobu, Rengoku and Uzui) kept pestering him that his tsuguko that he keeps on telling about is fake and he is delusional.

- The hashira's reaction were literally 😧 because how did Tomioka get a tsuguko that is so good?!?

- Some hashira's even offered you to be their mentor and quit being Tomioka's disciple, but when they heard your reason on why you want to be with Tomioka's side, Giyuu blushed (NOT ROMANTICALLY) because finally someone was defending him from the hashira's relentless teasing.

- Giyuu Tomioka who would come out of his shell and gives you small trinkets from his mission ranging from sweet western candies to cute hairclips.

- Giyuu Tomioka who can't help but worry over you when you go to a mission, thinking the worst things possible and he can't even protect you because of his hashira rank.

- Giyuu Tomioka who takes pride when someone compliments you, his tsuguko but when a hashira compliments you, he feels a small surge of jealousy (he thinks they will steal you from him knowing he has a tsuguko that's good)

- Giyuu Tomioka who uses your name against Shinobu when so goes —

"Ara~ Tomioka-san you don't have friends do you?"

"I have, Y/n is my friend"

"hoho what are you talking about? are you seriously thinking that your tsuguko is your friend?"

- yeah that hurt giyuu a lot, after that interaction he became very stern and stiff around you, and when you bring that up, he then asks if he can be your friend you agreed of course!!

- Giyuu Tomioka who asks you for help when wanting to give Sanemi some ohagi (spoiler, it did not go well)

- Giyuu Tomioka who smiles when you make his favorite food, simmered salmon with daikon.

- Giyuu Tomioka who takes you out of town once in a while and treats you with every sweet possible.

- Giyuu Tomioka who finally accepts you as his little sister.

- Giyuu Tomioka who finally talks about his past with you, he shared how his older sister died by the demons, he shared how sad he felt when sabito died and how he thinks he's a fake hashira.

- Giyuu Tomioka who would always risk his life for you.

- PostWar! Giyuu Tomioka who sobs uncontrollably after he wakes up from his coma and sees you alive and well after the battle with Uppermoon 3

- PostWar! Giyuu Tomioka who appreciates it when you stitch and saves his very torn haori after the war (with the help of nezuko)

- PostWar! Giyuu Tomioka who you and him lives together and adopted 8 cats (i headcanon that dogs hate giyuu but cats love him)

- PostWar! Giyuu Tomioka who is very thankful you came to his life because you have given his useless life a new meaning, his life has turned into a new chapter when he met you, where he experienced the joy and laughter of having a little sister, his new home <3

Tashio Secrets! Giyuu Tomioka actually gave Y/n a matching sword hilt with her favorite color !

DAMN THIS WAS SO LONGGG, but i literally had fun writing this, thank you so so much for requesting, i blabbered so much on this work lol!! HOPE U ALL ENJOYY!! TYSM FOR READING

i might make a sanemi or obanai headcanon like this, idk you guys can request!!!

BTW TYSM FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!! LUV U ALL

- cheatea ☁️

[sabrina-kpop]

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, can I request a the poly hashira x fem gyaru reader who gets made fun of by the other demon slayers? (Angst but a very fluffy ending) :3

ׅ𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑢𝑡! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

my very first request yay!! and it's of my life style!? Double yay!! In this oneshot I made the reader off of my sub style which is manba!! And sorry if this is bad which it probably is.. AND YOU ARE NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH MUICHIRO YOU ARE SEEN AS A MOTHER FIGURE

WARNINGS: swearing (Sanemi ofc) slut shaming (I'm based this on my experience with being gyaru) bullying ect.

Being a gal while also being a demon hunter has is pros and cons, pros being hanging out with Tengen and Mitsuri for new clothes and cons being your makeup sweating off and hair getting messed up while on a mission.

Today is a day where the hashira (specifically Tengen) invited you and the rest to a summer festival, of course you where excited you haven't gone to a festival since you were a little girl.

You have finished doing your hair and makeup looking beautifully crazy along with your outfit, you hear a knock on your door and before you could answer Shinobu walked in "Ara ara, well aren't you looking beautiful my butterfly" she said complimenting you, you utter out a small thanks,still not being used to compliments.

you walked out with Shinobu and met up with the rest, Gyomei and Giyuu grabbed your hands and the rest began to go to the city.

What you didn't know is that Rengoku, Shinobu and Giyuu brought some of their tsugoku's and slayers with them and they don't really get along with you. They saw you as a weirdo because of your fashion sense and looks although you try your best to ignore them sometimes it can hit you a little hard......

"What is she wearing" strike one.

Ouch that hurt. You are so confident for your rebel style and yet now you're feeling like it's getting pulled away you try to ignore it but it remains in the back of your mind.

"Y/n...are you feeling okay..?" Said Muichiro you reassure him that your fine and continued your way to the city with the rest.

It was evening and you have a ride to the city it was crowded and it was bright seeing people talk, dance, laugh and show of their Japanese pride.

"Ah! It's so crowded! " Mitsuri said in a high pitched voice. Obanai suggested that you all go to a restaurant to rest and eat but you said that you wanted to see the jewelry booths and clothing booths set up outside.

Giyuu sent two of his kakushi just in case something happened.

You immediately wandered off into one of the booths that were selling jewelry. You mean started buying a bunch of them some for partners and some for you.

"Jesus Christ doesn't she have enough... She going to die from blood stopping with all those tight bands around her wrist... "

Strike two.

You really put some back listening to what they said it hurt you like if someone stabbed you in the heart you tried to ignore them again but how could you all they do is talk about you and your features you feel like nothing you feel like a clown.

"I'm back!" You said with a bag in your hands "I bought all of you some new cute clothes!" You said happily as you hand them their gifts. They happily thanked you and began to order food.

The food was delicious. The meat had a juicy flavor and the rice was perfect.

"Fuck, I'm full" utter out Sanemi

"Really? I could go for more!" Said Mitsuri. Both Obanai and Sanemi look at her in a "what the fuck?" face as Shinobu and you giggled from the side.

You got up to go to the restroom but you ain't mean it shivered due to your clothes being slightly revealing. Although you knew that this will be the consequences from deciding that your outfit looked better without a jacket and quickly shrugged it of as "beauty is pain"

As you went to the restroom and finished doing your business, you were washing your hands so you heard this.

" you can clearly tell that she's cold she was shivering so hard that when she gets for being a slut with those revealing clothes. "

Strike three, your out.

You immediately began to tear up why were they saying these things to you what did you ever do to them this has been going on for years now and it hasn't stopped. why couldn't they just accept you for who you are? Why couldn't the see that you were happy being yourself? Why couldn't they see that you are human too?

Suddenly you heard a knock on the restroom door.

"Y/n you've been their for a while are you okay?.." It was Giyuu.

"Y-yeah I'm okay..." You said trying to cover up the sound of your crying.

"Are you sure..? It's sounds like you aren't.."

You went quite and started sobbing as Giyuu opened the door and went in while the rest followed..

Mitsuri went up to you and tried to calm you down the best she can, keyword "tried"...

"Y/n just tell us what happened..!" Said Mitsuri panicking not really knowing what to do..

"Am I w-wierd?" You utter out as the rest looked at you with worry

"The fuck is that supposed to mean" said Sanemi.

"I-it's just that people when they see me the way I am they think of me as some kind of slut.."

Who the hell told you that I swear I'm going to beat them into next wee-" Sanemi said as Shinobu cut him off.

" Oh my little butterfly....you're nothing like that you're not even close you're beautiful and you're special.

Shinobu said.

" yeah you have the courage to be flamboyant while the others are just idiot with no sense of style "

Said Uzui.

"Y/n your beauty is like a flame bright and beautiful! "

Said Rengoku

"You're so beautiful doing your nails everyday is so much fun especially trying out new patterns!"

Said Mitsuri.

" Seriously tell me who made you think like that, I will show them no mercy.. "

Said Sanemi.

"You remind me of that one flowers...what was it called...? Hibiscus..? "

Said Muichiro.

"You remind me of water.... Useful and when at sea.... Sparkling.."

Said Giyuu.

"Your personality is bright and energetic...I will always pray for it to stay that way.. "

Said Gyomei.

But your personality is also soft and kind... It's one if the reasons why Kaburamaru loves you so much...

Said Obanai.

You can't believe them each and every one of their words fix your heart piece by piece you made them all get into one group hug even if Sanemi and Giyuu can't stand them..

"Wait! Hurry the fireworks are about to start" squealed Mitsuri dragging you and the rest outside. You guys found the perfect spot to watch the fireworks. as you all sat down you couldn't help but think of grateful you are to have such partner's "Thank you.. " you said as they look at you and smiled. You rest you head on giyuu's shoulder while you all watched the fireworks...

[yoditopascal]

Home

“I made it, I'm home.”

Or

Four times Sanemi wants you to use his first name and the one time you do.

pairings: shinazugawa sanemi x fem! reader

warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, slight angst, sanemi is bad at feelings and communication, slight sanemi/giyu if you squint

a/n: first sequel is up! My Nemi is 18+ so minors DNI. The second sequel is also up! Con La Brisa !

The first time Sanemi crossed paths with you was the day you were introduced to him.

He’d recently become the Wind Hashira and you were requesting to become a tsugoku.

They were all gathered for a hashira meeting to discuss the next training procedures for the lower ranking slayers. As time drew on, Shinazugawa found himself mentally thankful as the meeting drew to an end.

“Before we draw this to close, I’d like to bring one last thing to attention.” Oyakata-sama paused before continuing as you stood behind him head bowed in respect as he spoke

“I’m sure you’ve heard of a demon slayer who has been performing above expectations,” Oyakata-sama said gently. “She’s an exceptional swordswoman and has been recommended by Tomioka-san.”

The training grounds remained silent as the nine hashira waited for their master to continue.

“After some thought, I have reached the conclusion ….” Oyakata-sama smiled. “I’m assigning her to one of you as a tsuguko.”

“Shinazugawa-san,” he offered Sanemi a kind smile. “Since you both trained under the same master I think she would be best in your care.”

“Not interested.”

“Maybe Tomioka-san would be interested then since he-“

That got his blood boiling.

If he didn’t want to do it, why the hell should Tomioka be the one to replace him?

“With all due respect sir,” he said, Tomioka’s head tilts in his peripheral. Sanemi’s index finger plays with the hilt of his sword. “I don’t think Tomioka can cut it.”

“Why does it matter to you Shinazugawa? You already said you weren’t interested.” Uzui raised a brow at him, a hint of teasing behind his words. Obanai nodded his head in agreement in the background.

“It's because I doubt she can handle my training.”

“I’d like to prove myself to you if you’d let me Shinazugawa-sama, '' you said, stepping forward. You were significantly shorter than him, probably around Obanai’s height.

“Cut the -sama bullshit.” He fired back, also stepping forward. He practically towered over you at this point. You were cute he had to admit albeit a little annoying.

You had to admit from your distance you thought he was attractive too. His lilac eyes and fluffy white hair were striking, his scars added a liveliness to his features that you also liked and don’t get you started on his muscles that he proudly had on display.

“Fine then if you think you can keep up with me I’ll take you.” He said snapping you from your thoughts.

“Very well, then.” Oyakata-sama said, pleased. “She will continue training from here on as Shinazugawa’s tsuguko.”

“I can’t wait to work together, I’ve heard so much about you from Giyu-san!”

Giyu?

Why the hell were you already on a first name basis with him?

“It’s Tomioka to you brat.”

“My apologies I didn’t mean to-“

“Don’t let it happen again.”

The remaining hashira grinned teasingly in the background, at the commotion. For someone who had claimed to hate Tomioka’s guts he sure was defensive about the first name thing.

But that wasn’t it at all.

Did he just take on an apprentice because he didn’t want Giyu to have you?

Yes, yes he did.

Did he also correct you just because he didn’t want Giyu to have the satisfaction of being on a first name basis with you?

Of course he did.

He was Sanemi Shinazugawa after all and he had a reputation to uphold.

He had no idea how you two had even met each other with your breathing styles being so different and all or why the hell you two seemed so close to begin with but if you were to train under him he had to squash that in the butt right here and now.

Sanemi was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize that the meeting had officially ended. As the hashira began filing out of the courtyard you approached him startling him from his inner monologue.

“Are we ready to begin training Shinazugawa-sama?” You asked

“What the hell did I tell you about that honorific shit?” He groaned.

“Fine then how about Shinazugawa-sensei?” You replied cheekily

Knowing that he wasn’t getting through to you he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He decided then that he doesn’t like being called Shinazugawa by you.

The second time

“Fuck off.” He rasped. You had just reached the inn you were staying at when you noticed him wincing.

“You’re hurt.” You mumbled, noticing the blood dripping onto the floor beneath him.

“‘m fine,” He shook his head, but the state of him said otherwise.

The blood around the wound had already started to congeal, sticking to his skin and clothes. He was starting to go dizzy from the blood loss.

“No, you’re not,” You frowned

“I told you I’m fine.”

“If you’re as fine as you say, then you won’t mind me taking a look.” You persisted with a grunt he submitted to you and your examination

You were looking at the cut now, nose wrinkled as you assessed the damage.

“Well the good news is you’ll live.”

“Oh joy.”

“The bad news is this’ll probably scar up pretty bad” you said standing to gather the necessary medical supplies before returning to his side. You two had foregone bring Kakushi with you this time as you weren’t that far from the butterfly mansion.

“Let me bandage it up so it doesn’t become infected.”

Wringing a rag out, you forced Sanemi to sit as you began to dab at the wound cleaning it, little sparks of pain ate away at him at each stroke of the cloth, his muscles tensing under your delicate touch.

“Sorry sensei, I’ll get this done as fast as I can.”

Again, there it was.

“I told you to drop the formalities.”

You pulled the clean bandages tight as you began to wrap his torso with a small uneasy chuckle.

“Force of habit.”

You were warm and he could smell the soothing scent of you with how close you were to him, the proximity was getting unbearable, a knot was beginning to form in the pit of his stomach.

As your fingers gently brushed against his chest with such tenderness he wasn’t used to since Kanae, Sanemi felt a jolt of electricity in his chest.

What the hell was that?

“There, that should do it.” You smiled to yourself admiring your handiwork as you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“We’ll get Kocho-san to take a better look at it when we return tomorrow.”

“Whatever.” He brushed you off but all you did was smile your same smile at him.

Realizing the close proximity he felt another pang in his chest as his cheeks began to dust pink.

Was he developing a heart condition? He’d have to ask Shinobu about that the next time he saw her.

Easing up from his place on the ground he stood with his back to you hiding his flustered expression.

“Get some sleep. We’re leaving early in the morning.”

“Shouldn’t I be telling you that?” You teased.

“Just shut up and get some rest.”

The third time

Sanemi pulled off your haori and tied it to your torso trying to staunch the bleeding. The feeling of the warm, sticky blood dripped down your side as you approached the Butterfly estate.

He could feel the warmth from your blood soaking through your uniform, staining his own.

Shinobu, who had been tending to the grounds outside rushed to his side at the sight of you and ushered him to bring you inside. It was hard to separate him from you, he was holding on so tightly, his grip almost like an iron vise.

A strong hand on his shoulder pulled him out of his thoughts and got him to loosen his grip. He looked to see it was Rengoku who had also just come back from a mission and was having his own injuries tended to. “Kocho’s got this Shinazugawa.”

"Don't worry, I’m sure she’ll be fine."

He didn’t know that, how could he?

“You don’t know shit.”

“I know that she’s in good hands here. The same hands that treat you and all the other Hashira when we need it most.” Rengoku said, placing a hand on Sanemi’s shoulder which he shrugged off immediately. “So just try to keep a clear head Shinazugawa.”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do.” Sanemi said, storming off in the direction they took you, feeling more irritated than he was before speaking with the Flame Pillar.

It had all happened so fast.

Both you and Sanemi had been chasing after a demon who had been kidnapping and eating children. The absolute worst of the worst.

You were losing your temper and fighting brash, something he’d never seen from you before but not something he was new to entirely.

Just like Masachika.

You were so blinded by rage over the fact that the victims were children that you could barely hear him as he directed you to coordinate your attacks.

The last thing he remembers is going in for the killing strike when suddenly the demon throws a kid at him, a little girl. He stops his attack mid swing to catch her but in doing so he leaves himself wide open to the demon.

Fucking idiot! He thought as he tried to move out of range in time, before the demon could sink her claws into him he felt a hard push and the next thing he saw was red.

Blood.

It was your blood. Dripping onto the ground forming a dark red puddle around your feet.

When had you gotten there?

You had pushed him out of the way at the last second and had taken the brunt of the attack, your side torn almost clean open.

The smell of copper fills his nose completely and he almost chokes on it.

“Shinazugawa.” Shinobu started firmly sitting at a desk chair snapping him from his thoughts. She had just finished stitching you up and had sent Aoi and the others to get you situated in a bed after you had passed out. “If you need to talk…”

“I don't need to fucking talk,” he said pacing grooves into the the wooden flooring of the hall of the Butterfly estate. “She was a fool for jumping in like that.”

“I know you’re worried about her but-“

“I’m not fucking worried!”

He was but he’d never tell Shinobu that.

His anger clouded his senses, sure he was worried but he was mad more than anything.

Who gave you the right to step in and put yourself on the line like that? For him of all people.

No. To Shinobu he wasn’t worried, he was pissed.

You’re met with the sight of a starch white ceiling as you came to, head pounding you slowly, sit up looking around the room, no one was occupying the other beds. Your body ached at even the slightest movement. For a moment, you thought you were completely alone until a familiar voice greets your ears.

“You finally awake?”

Sitting on a chair next to the bed was Sanemi, his arms crossed over his chest as he glared.

"How could you be so fucking stupid, you brat?"

“It’s okay Shinazugawa-san,” you sigh, “Kocho-san was able to patch me up.”

Shinazugawa-san. As if he wasn’t already irritated enough with you.

How annoying.

“Okay, my ass,” Sanemi grumbled, “and drop the -san.”

“You’re a Hashira sensei, your life is worth at least a hundred of mine.”

“You’re an even bigger moron than I thought if you really believe that shit!” Sanemi snapped “Don’t be so ready to throw your life away!”

“I guess I’m your dumbass then.” You mumble under your breath

“What?”

“Nothing, don't mind me.” You said waving your hand in front of you as if to dissipate the tension in the air.

Silence filled the space between you two.

“I won’t let you die. Not for me.” Sanemi said somberly, refusing to look you in the eye.

“That’s the only way I’d like to go,” you sighed dreamily, only half jokingly.

“Don’t say dumbass shit like that.”

“You’ve made bigger sacrifices. Let someone else make them for you for a change.” You nodded contentedly at what you said. “You deserve to live a full life just as much as I do so let me help you live it to the fullest.”

You would have thought that was the end of your conversation if Sanemi hadn’t stood with such force it knocked his chair over from your bedside.

“Don’t gimme that bullshit!”

“You think you’re so high and mighty talking about sacrifices when you really don’t know shit about sacrificing anything!”

Before you could say anything more, he stormed out slamming the infirmary shoji doors behind him.

He was right, what right did you have to tell him of all people about sacrifice when you knew about his past?

Sanemi hadn’t told you much himself but when you asked Oyakata-sama about him he had reluctantly told you about Genya and his mother.

If anyone had known anything about sacrifice it’d be him.

Slowly getting up from your bed you found yourself leaning against the wall as you limped through the halls searching for your teacher.

The wind whipped through his white hair as he sat in the garden attempting to meditate. He had initially come out here to cool his head by slashing at the training dummies but when he saw other slayers out there training themselves he opted to go to the other side of the grounds just to have some alone time.

He hadn’t meant to snap at you like he did, gods know you weren't wrong no matter how much he hated to admit it, so why did it piss him off so much to hear you talking so easily about throwing your life away for him.

You deserve to live a full life just as much as I do so let me help you live it to the fullest.

You reminded him so much of Masachika it made his head ache.

The wind picks up once again carrying with it the smell of wisterias and…something else he couldn’t quite place.

It was almost like it was trying to tell him something, like he wasn’t alone.

Whipping around just as the sliding shoji doors open up, Sanemi jumped up and made it to you just in time to catch you as you slipped and fell out into the garden having lost your grip on the wall.

“Dumbass! What the hell are you doing up?!”

“I was looking for you!” You cried “I’m sorry Shinazugawa, you were right, I had no right to be so ignorant!” You tried to bow but the searing pain in your side said otherwise.

He tsked as he went to sit you down on the engawa. Setting himself beside you so you could lean on him if you needed to.

“You really aren’t that smart are ya?” He asked roughly trying to lighten the mood but the way it came out made him wince at the harshness.

Thankfully after months of training at his side you could tell when he was trying to lighten the mood, so you simply smiled and closed your eyes savoring his warmth. “No one’s ever accused me of being a genius.”

It was then that he realized you hadn’t called him sensei, or by any honorific. He was simply Shinazugawa.

Maybe he was finally getting something through that thick skull of yours.

The fourth time

When the two of you arrived at the swordsmith village you split off almost instantly Sanemi muttering to himself something about needing a drink. You were so excited at the promise of hot water on your aching muscles that you hadn’t thought to ask Sanemi if he planned to bathe too.

Which was how you two found yourselves in your predicament.

This was good. Way too good. The hot springs were perfect. From where he sat Sanemi could see the steam rising off from the clear water. The atmosphere around it is breathtaking, decorated with rocks, and lush plants. The scent of it was intoxicating.

He can already feel the relaxing effects of the mineral waters soaking into his bones as he sinks further in. Sanemi’s entire body felt overly warm, whether from the springs or the sake he drank earlier that evening he wasn’t sure.

Something like a splash echoed off in the distance and Sanemi turned toward the sound only to find you, sitting with your back to him, eyes closed as you groaned in pure bliss, the hot water easing your sore muscles.

“The hell are you doing here?!” He screamed jumping up to point at your naked form forgetting to cover himself up as he did so.

“Same as you Shinazugawa-san, taking a bath!” You smiled cheerfully “you’re naked by the way.”

You said averting your eyes from his very bare form.

He quickly sank back down into the water, cheeks turning a bright red before he rolled his eyes at you.

There it was again. If you said his last name like that one more time he swore he was going to-

But before he could finish that thought he caught a glimpse of your back, almost completely unmarred and blemish free save for the gnarly scar that twisted up your side and shoulder as you moved to grab your rag to wash yourself.

Sanemi had never seen your body so exposed before, he hadn’t meant to look, he swears he hadn’t but he just couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.

That was my fault.

“It’s not your fault.” Your voice brought him back to reality before he could get lost in his thoughts.

“Huh?”

Now you were sitting next to him, back resting against the warm boulders that surrounded the springs, arms folded, covering your amble chest from his view.

“It probably would've happened either way. I was being too reckless that night.”

“Doesn’t stop me from feeling any less shitty about it.”

A silent blanket fell over the two of you, the rippling of the water beneath you two the only sound that could be heard.

“Don’t get hurt again.” The request came in a tone you’d never heard from your teacher before. There was an emotion in his voice, one that you couldn’t quite place. Fear? Pity?

Nonetheless you smiled at him with a reassuring smile before answering back “I’ll try my best.”

“Good,” he began cheeks tinging pink once again as he looked away from you. “now get the fuck out.”

The one time you do

When the battle with Muzan and the remaining Upper Moons was over and the Corps had officially dissolved, you took your time to heal from your injuries, paid your respects to the fallen and moved back home.

Your childhood home looked more or less the same since you’d left, but it felt different. You couldn’t put your finger on it, maybe it had changed somehow or maybe it was just you that had changed but something felt like it was still missing.

Once you were settled in you resumed work in the family’s tea shop, your family thankful for the extra help. Soon you saved up enough to get yourself a little home on the edge of the village.

It wasn’t a spectacular abode but it reminded you of the Wind estate you stayed at when you trained under Sanemi. A place you like to think of as home.

Speaking of the devil, the arrival of Shinazugawa Sanemi to your village was a spectacle. He sent whispers and murmurs everywhere he went, the town buzzing with excited chatter and imaginative speculations but to you it fills your belly with fluttering butterflies.

You hadn't seen him for months since the final battle, a battle you hadn’t even had the luxury of sharing with him since you were with Shinobu at the time. Had he changed at all? Would you remind him too much of the past? What if he didn’t want to see you? Had you changed?

All those thoughts gripped at your head as you walked home from the store, groceries tucked tightly under each arm. It’s as you approached your home that you stopped dead in your tracks nearly dropping your bags.

There, standing in front of your door, was Sanemi himself.

He was thanking an old man, a regular of yours at the tea shop, on your front porch.

“Thanks for helping me find the place, old timer.”

“It’s no problem, oh there she is now!” The old man waved you over.

“Welcome home! I bought you a visitor!” The man cupped his hand around his mouth shouting excitedly as you approached.

“I see, it's been a long time Shinazugawa!” You smiled at them.

Sanemi looked different, he had even more scars and was missing fingers on one of his hands. Even though he appeared more battle hardened there was a surprising gentleness to his features now. As if there had been a weight lifted from his shoulders.

“It’s good to see you too.” He replied, surprising you with a soft smile.

“You wouldn’t expect it by looking at him, but Shinazugawa is really good with kids.” The old man, who you both realized was still there, teased. “We found him helping out some of the village kids before he asked for you.”

Face reddening, Sanemi ears tinged pink.

“Shinazugawa-san, you’re blushing! Ah I remember my first love…” the old man trailed off, his expression dreamy despite yours and Sanemi’s vehement protests in the background.

“I’ll leave you to youngsters to it then.” He waved you two off as he turned to leave, you quickly pulled Sanemi inside, cheeks equally as flushed as his own.

You invited him in and ushered him towards the back before the old man could say anything more. The two of you soon found yourselves resting on the engawa outside as you served him and yourself tea and ohagi, attempting to awkwardly catch up with one another.

You can tell he’s tired from his eyes as he spoke, and he has every right to be. The battle was hard fought not without great sacrifice even if it was months ago, Sanemi had a lot of recovering to do still.

The two of you sat in silence for what felt like hours admiring the beautiful scenery around you. More than once you caught Sanemi’s gaze lingering on you but he always caught himself and looked away before you could say anything.

“Forgive my intrusion.” He broke the stifling silence first.

“There’s nothing to forgive, I’m glad you came to visit.”

“I really wanted to see you, I even thought about coming to visit your estate but I figured, after everything….” You paused

Maybe you didn’t want to see me.

“You might have needed some space.” There’s a pause before you continue. “Have you been to see him yet?”

“I visit his grave as often as I can,” Sanemi says with mournful eyes that can’t quite meet yours.

“It’s all my fault… Genya….” His voice sounded watery as he trailed off. “I didn’t want anything to happen to him.”

“Please don’t blame yourself. It wasn’t your fault.”

“It feels like it is. Maybe if I hadn't pushed him away…”

He’d still be here.

If only he had taken his place. Sanemi thought as he swallowed thickly trying but failing to hold back tears.

“We’ve all done things we’re not proud of, we all make mistakes, it’s what makes us human.” You said placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

How was he supposed to be going about doing this?

All he wanted was to come visit you, see how you were doing, not spill his guts out to you in the courtyard. He never meant for this to happen.

“I can see the love you had for him. I know he saw it too, otherwise he wouldn’t have fought so hard to get your approval when you pushed him away. People have different ways of showing affection." You started, Sanemi remained silent, his eyes fixed on you as you spoke.

"Genya might not have chosen the path you wanted for him, but he was with you all the way until the end and that’s what matters."

"He was a dumbass," he muttered, wiping stray tears from the corners of his eyes.

"He was your brother, and he loved you to pieces. He forgave you even when you couldn’t forgive yourself. I think it’s time you started trying to forgive yourself too." You smiled warmly. “You’re not alone in this sensei. I'm right here with you.”

“Drop that sensei crap. We’re both civilians now, we’re equal.”

“Sorry, old habits.”

A thick silence envelopes you two once again, this time a little less awkward than it was before as a hint of sadness lingers in the air.

“Please allow me to accompany you on your next visit, I’d like to see him too.” You said leaning into his side.

“I think I’d like that.”

It was getting late, the sun was starting to set over the mountains surrounding your village. The two of you had retired inside your home where you offered to make him dinner. Sanemi accepted and the two of you ate peacefully while you reminisced.

After clearing and cleaning up a bit you returned to your engawa where you sat in a comfortable silence just enjoying each other’s company.

Refusing to meet your eyes, Sanemi moved to place one of his hands over yours. The gesture has your heart thumping wildly in your chest, his too. “I very much wish… to see you again.” His words came out as though he was struggling to say them.

“I’d like that too…Sanemi.”

His name falling from your lips makes him stop in his tracks, looking up at you instantly.

“Say it again. My name.” He breathed out, he wanted to say more, but he’s too caught up in the fact that you finally called him by his first name.

“Sanemi.” you said tested it out on your tongue once more, pronouncing each syllable

At that he smoothly bridged the gap between you, pressing his lips softly against yours.

You almost forgot how to breathe. Cradling your face, he reaches his right hand around you and pulls you closer, deepening your kiss, relishing in the feeling of you.

It was then that you knew what was missing all those months ago when you returned home. It was him, he was your home and your village just didn’t feel like it had a place for you without him.

You're the first to pull away from the kiss, lungs not at all what they used to be back when you had to constantly use Total Concentration breathing, resting your forehead against his you stare into his lilac eyes with a shy smile.

“Stay with me tonight Nemi,” you murmur, fingers lightly tracing along his cheek as he hums in contentment. “Let me take care of you.”

Sanemi does not answer you, instead settling to pull off his haori while going in for another kiss, this one a bit rougher.

You admit to yourself right then that the name Sanemi rolls off the tongue so much better than Shinazugawa does.