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fanficsat12am · 6 months ago

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pairing: Obanai x Reader

wc: 1.8k

prompt: “You weren’t there…why weren’t you there?”

A/N: This is my first kny work so I'd love to hear from your feedback :>

📜 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃!! 📜

It’s hard to think that the face that typically adorned a bright and beautiful smile is now littered with scars and bruises. Tanjiro’s forehead was wrapped with an otherwise white bandage had it not been for the tints of red seeping through the cloth. Despite the gruesome image, his body wasn’t any better. On each arm lay great purple blemishes that peeked over the dressing prepared by Ms. Shinobu. Despite being tended to by multiple Kakushi as well as the residents of the Butterfly Mansion, the metallic scent of blood remained.

As you watched the boy’s chest rise and fall, you couldn’t help but wish you were there, or another hashira for that matter. Perhaps everything would have turned out differently. The trio wouldn’t have left the battle in such bad conditions, Uzui wouldn’t have lost an eye and a hand, and maybe he wouldn’t have retired from the corps. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice the presence by the door, heterochromatic eyes staring at your slumped figure.

Obanai glared at the unconscious boy, feeling the seed of jealousy continuing to grow in him— the albino serpent slung on his shoulder hissing at the scene in front of him. He never understood why you cared so much for Tanjiro. In his eyes, you were far from the women he had the displeasure of meeting. You were strong, determined, selfless, and many more. Perhaps that’s why Obanai had grown to enjoy being in your presence, unaware of how he’d subconsciously always want to be by your side. So to see that Kamado kid steal you away from him made him loathe the boy with a passion.

He scoffs, alerting you that you were no longer alone, with your eyes darting towards him. “You shouldn’t get all bent out of shape about him. It’s his fault he’s lying in that bed right now.” He crosses his arms, gaze hard as it trails to the bandages on the boy with the Hanafuda earrings.

Your eyebrows crease. “What?”

“He’s weak and impulsive. The kid couldn’t even kill a lower moon demon without a hashira’s help. It’s a surprise he got out of there alive.”

“Iguro-san, I know you’re not too fond of him, but he did his best to help and survive. He and Tengen kill the first upper moons after 100 years. That’s a huge step for the corps and–-”

“They got lucky. Had it not been for Uzui, those demons would have just ended their pitiful lives right then and there. At this rate, he can forget about defeating Kibutsuji and just get it through his brain that his sister’s stuck like that. Maybe tell him to kill her already while you’re at it and save us all the time.”

Your eyes widen, unable to believe the words coming from the Serpent Hashira. You pursed your lips, a mixture of shock, disappointment, and disbelief brewing within you, but mostly that of anger. You were no stranger to Obanai’s sharp tongue, his words venomous like that of a snake’s bite. But to demean the work of those involved in the Entertainment District was beneath him. You huff before turning your gaze back to Tanjiro. He doesn’t miss the glare in your eyes as you scan every injury on his body.

“You weren’t there…” you said through gritted teeth. “Why weren’t you there?”

He took a sharp breath, masking it with a scoff. “They shouldn't have needed me in the first place.” They were trained demon hunters, not children who had to be looked after every minute of the day.

You couldn’t help but drop your jaw in disbelief, attention now back on Obanai. Despite his harsh words, he looked unfazed.

“How can you even say that? They could have died!”

“With lives like ours, death is always around the corner. As a hashira yourself, you should already know this”.

“But—”

“But nothing. We can’t save everyone, (Y/N). The weak have no place in the corps” he said, leaving no room for debate. Why did you care so much? Those who don’t have what it takes only have so much time before a demon puts them six feet under. Seeing how it’s futile to make you see his side of things, he turns to leave, but what you say next makes him stop in his tracks.

“You know… You hate your family for what they’ve done to you, for treating you as nothing more than a mere tool, just a sacrifice for their benefit. But from what I see, you’re no different…”

He was stunned into silence, the only response being the hiss Kaburamaru sent your way. The expression on his face got darker before stalking off, making sure to slam the door as he slid it close. Walking through the hallways of the Butterfly Mansion, he couldn’t deny the pain brought about by your words. Perhaps he was a fool to think that the suffocating grip his bloodline held on him would ever disappear.

***

Guilt gnawed away at you as days passed without Obanai. Despite his harsh words towards the others, you knew you went too far. After that day in the Butterfly Mansion, he had yet to talk to you again, no surprise visits to your abode nor a crow in sight. You finally had enough after enduring his silence for a week. Enough was enough, and you needed to be the bigger person here.

The two-step plan of privately talking to Obanai and apologizing proved to be harder than expected. It felt like hours had gone by as you continued to knock on his door, calling out his name. You sighed, thinking about trying again another day, had it not been for the underlying feeling within of being watched. Sharply turning your head to its presence, you saw a blur of black and white zipping from the trees.

“Obanai!” you call out, immediately following after him. He whisked through the forest, his serpentine-like running style allowing him to maneuver around each obstacle with immense speed.

“Please! I just want to talk”. Despite his speed, you were able to catch up to him. Just as he rounds a wisteria tree, he disappears from your sight. Darting your eyes around your surroundings, you see nothing other than miles upon miles of leaves and bark. Only when a low hiss from above you sounds do you find Obanai perched on one of the tree’s long, winding branches. You don’t miss the way his eyes follow your every movement—like that of a predator stalking its prey.

“There’s nothing to talk about. You’ve said all you needed to say. Now leave.”

Seeing how he was about to leave yet again, you quickly leap up the tree and grab a hold of his haori. Wishing to protect his friend, Kaburamaru bares his fangs on instinct. You draw your hand and try to step back, but instead feel your foot slip off.

A surprised shriek leaves you as you flail your arms around, trying to grasp at anything. Before you could fall off completely, a strong tug on your uniform wrenches you into a tight embrace. Pulling your face back from his chest, you meet the eyes you had been missing for days. Despite both of your feet now flat on the branch, his hold is still tight—one arm securely wrapped around your waist as one reached from one shoulder to the other.

You both stay like that for a while, not breaking the comforting silence. Staring down at you, Obanai can’t help but bask at how the wisteria flower’s glow encapsulates your beauty. Despite almost memorizing your features, from the rounds of your cheeks to the crinkles on your eyes when you smile, he can’t help but still be entranced by you every time you look at him.

He blushes at the realization that he has been holding you for far too long. He turns his head in embarrassment, trying to avoid your gaze, but is stopped by your hand cupping his cheek to face you once more. As your fingers graze over the fabric, the hand once by your shoulders shoots up to grab your wrist.

“Don’t…I’m hideous,” his gaze falls, “Just like they were…”

Your heart squeezes in pain. This was your fault—the words you had thrown just to hurt him had done its job. All those times you had reassured him that he was nothing like his family were crushed by your own doing. You could only hope that you could still mend the pieces that remained.

Despite his dissuasion, you slowly take hold of the bandages once again and pull it down. Had it been anyone else, Obanai would have pushed them off immediately. But with you, it was as if the walls he had built around him crumbled with your gaze alone. The band unravels to show the shameful scars it hid underneath, its jagged lines decorating his face from ear to ear. He’d expected you to look away or even squint in disgust. But no, instead, your eyes held intrigue as the pads of your fingers ran across every bump and crevice of his wounds.

“I’m-” disgusting, he’d wanted to say, yet you had cut him off before he could say anything else.

“Beautiful. I’m sorry I let you think otherwise, Iguro-san,” you pause before bringing your gaze back to his own. “I shouldn’t have said what I did when it was further from the truth. Please believe me when I say that you are not hideous in the slightest bit. No one in this lifetime nor the next can convince me otherwise.”

He tries to look for any signs of you lying—dilating pupils, or even a slight flinch—nothing. You lean forward, staring down at his scarred lips, with Obanai doing the same. Before your lips get close enough, you stop.

“May I?” you ask, taking a deep breath in anticipation.

“If you’d have me” he whispers, finally allowing them to meet in a long-awaited kiss. His lips closed on yours, soft yet engrossing, kind yet strong all at once. He felt rough, a stark contrast to that of yours, which was soft and delicate. They fitted together like two puzzle pieces. Obanai pulled your waist to him, drawing you closer. There was no lust, just two souls finally finding one another. Pulling away, your breaths heaved, both wishing that this moment would never end.

The silence was cut off by a hiss from Kaburamaru as he tilted his head in awe before slithering his way onto your shoulder and nuzzling himself on your cheek. You giggle as you place a finger on the top of his head to pet it, the snake leaning into your touch. As Obanai watches the scene in front of him, a feeling of hope blossoms within his chest. His past may stain the blood inside him, but he will never let it tarnish the future he could have with you.

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chiharuhashibira · 10 months ago

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What about a shorts featuring your fave Kimetsu No Yaiba teacher?

But make it Professor X Student 👀

Hey guys~ As promised! I am here again in one of my... favourite masterpiece 🤭

Thank you for answering the poll we had before~

So this will be the plan for the NSFW Series, I will finish our Special Class: Chemistry with Obanai then proceed with one chapter of the Tsugoku X Hashira and one chapter of the Oiran X Hashira.

Hope it works with y'all. Love yah hoho

Honestly I am so happy that I writing for this series again 😍

Anyways, let's start. You are very quiet 22 yo graduating-student. Obanai is 29.

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔: 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>

Content Warnings: ProfessorXStudent/Age Gap/Suggestive/Curse Words/Matured Content/18+/Sexually Explicit/Mentions of Death/Angst/Tragedy

Minors DNI.

🌸𝑶𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒊 𝑰𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒐🌸

(Images are not mine, credits to the rightful owner)

"Is that all you've got?"

Your chemistry professor, Obanai Iguro, spoke, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. Feeling the biting pain of his apathy more than any harsh criticism, you grimaced inside as you heard his remarks. His intense scrutiny pressed down on your already fragile self-assurance, forcing you to look downward.

"I... I'm trying my best, Iguro-sensei." You felt your insides tremble as you spoke with a low voice, which could barely be audible under the quiet hum of the fluorescent light inside his classroom.

You're usually the jolliest and most active student in all science classes, particularly chemistry, because you want to be a chemist. But then, everything changed four years ago when the woman you regarded as an older sister passed away because of her dedication to science and education.

You hated science. You barely make an effort at it right now because it triggers you so much. But, of course, you don't want your professor to know that. Especially because of the rumours about his "allergy to women" and so on. Of course, he wouldn't understand your pain.

With his visage frozen in place, Obanai studied you dispassionately, as if you were a specimen in an exhibit. He repeated, "Your best?" He spoke with an acidic undertone of doubt. "Well, Y/N-san..."

You gulped.

"Your best? It seems severely lacking," Obanai added, his comments cutting through your delicate self-esteem. "Perhaps you should reconsider your actions before I end up failing you this semester. Chemistry's not for the faint of heart."

After saying that, he looked away, shifting his focus elsewhere, leaving you to grapple with the aftermath of his heartless disregard. However, one could not help but detect a hint of warmth and longing concealed beneath the academic dispassion that adorned their facade of indifference.

"I heard another student cried at Shinazugawa-san's classes earlier."

"I know, right! Someone also cried at Tomioka-sensei's. What's wrong with these professors?"

"I don't know. There's another professor, though, who is a terror. That... that weird face mask guy."

"Oh, Iguro-sensei."

"Yes! I'm glad I'm not in his class."

"Yeah, me too. We're lucky that we're in Rengoku-sensei's classes all day. I wouldn't ever complain. He's a ray of sunshine!"

"Uzui-sensei too... He's handsome, too. We're so lucky!"

"DAMN YOU KIDS! YOU'RE SO NOISY! GO BACK TO YOUR CLASSES!"

You watched as Shinazugawa-sensei stepped out of his class to yell at those two talkative students. You gulped, feeling scared that he might yell at you too. But fortunately, he didn't. You can't bear having additional stress today, especially after hearing Obanai's words earlier.

But then, you clearly remembered your earlier encounter. Looking into his enigmatic eyes, you can't help but wonder about that sudden flicker of emotion that he showed you. It's hard to believe, but it seems like there is more than meets the eye when it comes to Obanai. And yes, you're kind of curious to know what that is.

You didn't know that Obanai was secretly watching you on the corner. He's used to hearing students complain about him, so it's surprising that you didn't escalate the situation after hearing them. Especially considering what he did earlier.

"Am I too harsh again, Kaburamaru?" He asked the harmless snake, who was just busy slithering on his shoulders. No answer came, of course, so then Obanai just went back to his lonely classroom.

In the days that passed, Obanai's harsh words still haven't left your mind. But yes, even if you wanted to do your best, his subject is just so hard to deal with, not because you find it hard, but because of the sad memories that it brings you.

As you sit and listen to him in his classes, you can't help but find yourself grappling with a tumult of emotions. So one afternoon, you were astounded to feel a presence beside you, only to discover it was the chemistry professor. You were startled to see his heterochromatic eyes fixate on you with an intensity that took your breath away.

"Y/N-san," he said, his voice more muted than you'd ever heard before, but with an understated strength in its tone. "May I have a word with you?"

Your heartbeats were quickening at the unexpected invitation. "Of course, Iguro-sensei," you replied, your voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.

Obanai led you to a secluded corner of the hallway, away from prying eyes and wandering ears of the other college students. As you both stood there, bathed in the soft glow of afternoon light, you couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in Obanai's demeanour—a concern that belied his usual stoic composure.

"I've been watching you, Y/N." Your chemistry professor began with his heterochromatic eyes, meeting yours with unwavering curiosity. "You seem to be more lost than when I first talked to you. Is there anything you need to tell me?"

"As far as I know, there's none, sensei."

Obanai raised one eyebrow at you and crossed his arms, only to reveal Kaburamaru, who was hiding beneath his oversized lab coat. You blink in confusion at what you are seeing right now. You have heard the students talk about Iguro bringing his pet snake to the university a lot of times. However, you regarded those as purely rumours.

But seeing the white snake right now, you can't help but be amazed. You also had a pet snake in the past, which you and your best friend used to take care of. "Oh, what's its name?"

"Kaburamaru."

"I see. It looks beautiful..."

"Oh? You're not afraid of him?"

"No. I'm not. He reminds me of the snake that I used to see on our garden before."

"Oh..."

"Yes, sensei. Hmmm, when I was just 5, I used to see a white snake in our garden. I even tried to touch it."

The oozing tension and unwelcoming aura that Obanai used to blanket himself with seemed to fade as his eyes widened with what you said. He looked amused right now, and that kind of calmed you down.

"I see..."

It looks like he wanted to ask more, but then nothing came. So, you decided to get straight to the point.

"Iguro-sensei, I've got to go. I'm so sorry if I always disappoint you in class. I really do."

You said you felt guilty for letting your emotions always take hold of you. But before you could go, Iguro handed you something.

"A notebook?"

"Yeah. Try to study with those notes. Perhaps it could help."

You took the white notebook from his hand and gave him a small smile. "Thank you, sensei."

You swear that before Obanai turned around, you saw his cheek turn pink. That left you dazed, but then, it's none of your business.

Despite the amusement that you have felt for knowing Obanai has a soft spot, you can't help but not believe yourself for what happened. Why did he give you this notebook? Why is he observing you in the first place?

It kind of made you shiver, as you felt like one wrong move and bad things would happen with Obanai. Interpreting that moment as a sign of his concern for you, you chose to give him the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps...

After showering, you sat on your study table and looked at the innocuous photo in front of you. It was your best friend and non-blood-related older sister, Shinobu Kocho, who had passed away. How you've missed her and the time when she's just there for you. You loved the girl so much that you wanted to be like her.

You never would have thought that one day you'd end up hating something you love for taking someone away from you.

"Shinobu-san, I'm sorry for being a failure. I... I'll try my best to bring back my passion."

You whispered in the air, realising that, yes, if the woman is still here, she wouldn't want you to fail.

With that sudden flame igniting inside you, you opened the notebook Obanai had given you. Goosebumps formed on your body as you traced his handwriting. He has good handwriting, and you can't help but smile because of it.

It reminded you of Shinobu's wonderful handwriting, which you have always adored but also sort of didn't, as Obanai wrote in cursive.

And with that, as if by magic, time passed. You didn't realise that it was actually two in the morning when you finally stopped reviewing. Yes. It has been the first time again that you have let yourself get too absorbed in anything related to science for more than an hour.

It kind of felt overwhelming. Yes, it is overwhelming, as suddenly everything started to make sense again. All the things that you studied before came back. And perhaps it is due to the simplicity with which Obanai explained things in that notebook.

It seemed as though he had specifically designed it for that purpose. To make chemistry simple, which is too different from how he explains things in class.

For some reason, you felt a bit happy. Even if Obanai may appear nonchalant and harsh, he seems to really care. This simple gesture unlocked so many memories.

And even your promise to Shinobu before came back to you, pushing you harder to do better this time.

This is all because Obanai has made an effort to kind of talk to you at the uni this afternoon. And yes, he is cold but that gesture had gave warmth to your frozen heart.

A few days had passed, and one Saturday night, you found yourself sitting in a public library, reading the notes from Obanai's notebook. After the night of your realisation, you felt your passion for science spark again. And yes, it reflected on your grades.

However, Iguro still didn't speak to you after that day. No praise, not even a bat of an eye. You're just there again, invisible, despite doing your best.

Feeling a bit low, you decided to ditch the library and head towards the nearest coffee shop. All you wanted now was to chill and perhaps let your mind rest for a while.

But before you could reach the coffee shop, you accidentally bumped into someone. Without wasting time, you bowed down to apologise, and there, a familiar voice came into your senses.

Your eyes widened, and then, when you looked up, you met those familiar and enigmatic eyes. "S-sensei?" you asked, wondering why in the world would fate bring him to you tonight.

You were trying your best to forget him and his nonchalant attitude towards you, which is really weird after he gave you that notebook. Yes, you were expecting him to be a bit nicer, but he became colder.

"What are you doing here?"

He's still wearing his mask. I wish I could just see his face. You thought as you proceeded to take in his presence. Clad in a striped hoodie and black pants, Obanai could pass off as a university student. He looks young for a professor in the first place.

"Hey, I'm talking to you."

"Oh sensei. Sorry, I was—"

"Spacing out. I know. It's okay. I know it's surprising to see your professor around here."

You were astounded when he talked casually to you. He never did that at school. Oh well, that's because he's apparently your professor. You wanted to slap yourself for your foolish thoughts.

"What's up with you?" Obanai added, which made you blink in surprise. He wants to know what's up with me.

"Nothing much sensei... Just—"

"I'm going to cut you there." He said, and suddenly leaned in on you, which made you blush. His voice went out as a whisper as he told you,

"We're outside the university. It's Obanai, okay? I don't want the people around getting the wrong idea."

"Sorry sen— Obanai-san..."

He straightened up and crossed his arms, piercing you with his fierce eyes once again. "So you were saying?"

"Oh, I was just reviewing. Just heading to the coffee shop now to grab a coffee. How about you?" You said, trying to hide your nervousness from your casual tone. Obanai scratched his chin and shrugged his shoulders.

"Nothing much. Just another Saturday night in the pub, I guess."

WHAT? HE DRINKS? You couldn't hide the flabbergasted expression on your face as you heard those words coming from his mouth. You never thought of Iguro as some guy you'd see in pubs. So this information is shocking to you.

Obanai saw this expression and raised an eyebrow. "Is it weird to hear a grown ass man going to a pub? Why are you looking at me like that? Prick..."

"Sorry... I'm just... weird sometimes. Don't mind me."

"Okay. So, you heading towards the coffee shop? Want me to come with you? It's quite dangerous to walk alone in these streets at night."

This night is definitely getting weirder... in a nice way?

Obanai, asking to walk with you? The stern and cold-hearted chemistry professor, caring for you? You bit your lip and felt a bit flustered.

Yes, he's your professor, but he's also a guy. And it's the first time that a guy has ever offered you this. You know that it isn't too much. It's most likely lower than the bare minimum, but then a part of you started to flutter. You know it's wrong, and it's weird... but... For some reason, you just didn't care.

"Are you sure I'm not going to be a bother with you and your pub appointment?"

"No. I'm kind of thinking to drop the pub thing tonight, actually. Can I join your coffee appointment instead?"

"Why?"

"I don't know. I just want to? Is that an enough reason?"

"Yes, actually."

You found yourself sitting face-to-face with Obanai in your favourite coffee shop, wondering why he was here in the first place if he wouldn't order at all. Feeling a bit conscious, you fixed your braids and decided to take a sip of your coffee.

"Why didn't you order anything? If you want to go to the pub, it's okay."

"I just... don't eat much. And I hate coffee."

"Then why did you go with me here, sensei?"

"Obanai."

"There's no one around. And you're my sensei; we can't hide that fact."

"You're pissing me off."

"I'm not trying too, though. It's just..."

"Why did you stop? It's just what?"

Obanai's voice suddenly sounded a bit offended and sad. You gulped and looked down, stopping yourself from saying that this looks weird because somehow you wanted the company.

"Nothing"

"You can tell me directly if you don't want the company. I just came here to... to make sure you'll be alright. But I guess trying to be nice doesn't always pay off?"

You felt guilty as you watched Obanai stand up from his seat. So then, letting your intrusive thoughts win, you grabbed his hand and pulled him down. "Stay." You didn't care if his allergy to women would be triggered by this contact. All you wanted to do now was kind of comfort him.

Obanai looked at your hand and back to you with question marks almost becoming visible on his face. "Y/N..."

"Sorry..."

"It's okay. I'm used to it."

"I want the company. So stay, Obanai."

The facade of emptiness in Obanai's eyes was shattered after hearing your words. It seems like a memory has suddenly been unlocked inside of him. But then, no words came out of his lips. So you spoke up once again, trying to lighten up the mood.

"So... where are you going after this?" You asked innocently, which made the guy shrug his shoulders again. Obanai isn't speaking again.

You realised that he was looking at your hand, which was still holding him, so you pulled away and tried your best to hide your blush.

After you had let go of his hand, Obanai finally got the strength to speak up. "Walk you home."

"You're not pissed off with me anymore?"

"No."

"Okay."

And there... Again, you found yourself ending the night with Obanai walking you home in silence. Yes, it was awkward, but for some reason, it felt a bit warm. And you kind of felt happy.

Yes, he's your professor, but for this night, he made you feel like a normal girl. And yes, it is special, as you haven't felt that in a long while.

Actually... you have been feeling this for a while. Wanting his attention and care so bad and you didn't know when it started. It just sparked again after he lent you the notebook.

But you know you shouldn't feel this so, you forced yourself to stop. And you'll do it again this time.

On the other hand, Obanai found himself slithering back to the pub, letting his loneliness get a hold of him. Yes. He's lonely. And yes, he regretted what he just did. Just because you reminded him of something so important before doesn't mean that he should be as vulnerable as at that time.

You're his student. And yes, he reminded himself of that. You're just his student now. And it should stay that way.

Days have passed, and here we go again. As if that night never happened, Iguro didn't talk to you that way again. It kind of hurts because even if you wanted to hide your feelings so bad, you still wanted him to look at you and speak to you, the same way as that night.

But you have no choice. Even if you had the urge to bring up how confused you are, you didn't. You can't speak to him that way again. Like what you said that night, he is your professor and you cannot hide that fact.

So, you just did your best in his class, trying your best to focus on your promise with Shinobu, trying to fix all your mess.

Little did you know, but the chemistry professor has noticed how you've changed since the day he lent you those notes. You've turned the tables, as if suddenly you were his star student.

He had grown fond of seeing you answer his questions correctly. Especially when you started leading chemistry projects and stuff.

And beneath those observations, Obanai can't help but also adore how beautiful your confidence looks on you. Yes, he was dying to talk to you. But he can't bring himself to do so. He just can't say it but there's tonnes of things that he had been wanting to tell you.

"Iguro-sensei. Thank you for this notebook. I've finished studying them all, and it helped me a lot. I will return it to you now. Sorry if it took me too long to do so."

Obanai was astounded by your voice and presence. He looked up at you with an empty stare and simply nodded. After putting the notebook on the desk, you were about to go when, suddenly, Iguro spoke up in a soft tone.

"No worries. You actually started to do well."

With his words, your face lightened. Feeling your heartbeat race, you fought the urge to smile as you knew that things would not end with him praising you. You still need to pass the class. You need to make Shinobu proud, even if she's gone.

But then, cutting off those thoughts, Obanai stood up from his seat and walked in front of you. You were astounded by the sudden closeness, but of course, you didn't move.

The chemistry professor's heterochromatic eyes pierced within your soul, forcing you to look away. Heat crept up on your face, and you felt that the atmosphere had become a bit more intense.

A sudden, foolish thought had managed to escape from the cages of your mind.

Is Iguro-sensei going to kiss me?

Yes. Rising again from deep within your frustrations on his subject and the pain that it causes you is this feeling. And it is slowly burning you into ashes.

That's why it hurts more when he tells you you're not good enough. That's why you didn't get angry at him when he did so. That's why you hated those people who spoke badly of him.

That's why you wanted his attention again like that night when he made you feel like a normal girl.

Yes, Iguro can be so difficult, but he somehow brings this comfort to you. You have no idea why, but it's like you've known him forever, and you've been longing for his presence.

He feels familiar, but he also does not.

Obanai's hand felt warm on your cheek. The chemistry professor suddenly found the courage to caress your cheek, which made you blush. But then, his next words killed those flusters in just a blink of an eye, rubbing salt on your scars.

"You did well, Y/N-san. Keep it up, okay? You'll make Shinobu proud."

Those words. That name.

You almost found yourself shutting down. Now, all you can think of is: How did he know her? And if he has known her for a long time, why is he just telling you this now?

Turning to look at him with wide eyes, you've witnessed how Obanai took off his face mask. Yes, this is the first time you've seen him without that.

And yes, for the very first time, he looked so familiar that seeing his face now brought back your old memories from the foster home to haunt you.

Flashback:

"Shinobu-san, who's that boy with Mitsuri-san? Is he new here?"

"Oh, I don't know his name but yes, he's new. Don't approach him, though. He seems to be afraid of girls. I don't know why, though."

"Afraid? That's weird. He seems to be okay with Mitsuri."

"I know, right. Enough questions. Let's just study inside. Ne-chan told me that you'll be a Kocho soon! So you'll need to learn lots about science!"

"Hey. That snake will bite if you hold it that way."

"Oh! Sorry— Um, you're Mitsuri-san's friend, right? You're not afraid of me?"

"Oh..."

"Anyway, don't hold it like that. Aren't you afraid of it?"

"No..."

"Hey! Why are you playing with a snake?!"

"Oi Shinobu-san! Mitsuri's friend was—Oh, where is he?"

"Huh? That boy? He's not supposed to be here... Perhaps he ran away. I heard he had been adopted. But you know what? Let's just go inside. Leave that snake alone."

"Shinobu-san! I know that guy..."

"Yep. He's that kid from before. He's all grown up too. I guess, we'll be co-workers now? He'll be volunteering here as well to teach science with me. Anyways, Mitsuri's also here, she'll be teaching art. You should meet with her soon!"

End of Flashback

"Iguro-san? Y-you look... familiar..."

"Yes. You've met me and Kaburamaru before."

"You are kidding right? You can't be that boy from the foster home. Mitsuri-san's friend? My sister's co-worker? You died... You're already dead... Like them..."

It seems like your words have stunned Iguro. Regret started to paint on his face as he looked away from your wondering expression.

But here you are now. Answers. You need answers. If he had known you all this time, he must have known the trauma that you experienced when you saw the foster home getting burned with Shinobu, Mitsuri, and that unknown lad, who is apparently him, as they tried to save the children that they had been teaching science four years ago.

Why is he here now?

You shove Obanai away and glared at him. "This must have been a sick joke, sensei. You can't be that boy with my sister... No one has escaped that fire that night."

"I did, and I'm sorry I wasn't able to save your sister and Mitsuri."

"It's all too much for me now. Can I go?"

Tears suddenly escaped your wide eyes, and there, Obanai felt his chest tighten. He had expected you to react this way, but no matter how he practiced it, he could never prepare himself for the real thing.

Just like how he wasn't prepared to see his first love get burned to ashes before.

"Y/N, I'm sorry." Obanai tried to touch you, but then you swatted his hand away and gave him a glare.

Your passion turned to anger as you felt betrayed. All you can think of is why. He should have been honest. What other things is he hiding from you, then?

"Y/N, I never knew at first that you were Shinobu's sister. I heard she has siblings, but I didn't even know who they were. I and your sister barely had any encounters before except when we were teaching the kids at the foster home. How could I know?"

You didn't speak. You wanted to hear more.

"I mean, it just dawned on me when you told me about your memory back when you were 5. That's the only time I managed to fit in the pieces."

"What do you mean?"

"You're that little girl I saw when I was 12. The girl whom Kaburamaru almost bit. You had Shinobu's surname, so you got adopted by them. So that's also why you were gone when I came back to visit. Y/N... You were here with me all the time. It was all late when I realised it."

"Then why didn't you say anything?"

Obanai's eyebrows creased in frustration. "What should I say then? 'Hi, I'm Obanai, the boy from the foster home who also didn't manage to save your sister from the fire. How are you?'"

Sarcasm was obvious in his tone, which offended you a bit, so you decided to just leave. Perhaps this conversation shouldn't be happening right now. You want to move on. You're moving on, for goodness sake!

And now you're back to square one again.

𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓠𝔀𝓠

But I swear, it'll be sweeter soon!

And yes, this will be in two-chapters as it is too long and too heavy than I anticipated XD

So see you soon on the next chapter!

Feel free to reblog, comment, and send a request! Will appreciate that my loves~

Wuvyouuuu! Just be on the lookout to our next series and of course, the ending of 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮!

MDNI!

Ja ne~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>

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wisteriaw0rld · 1 year ago

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hii your writing is so good, it’s actually helping me write for kny characters!!

but anywayss could i recommend a sanemi x fem!reader (or gn!reader idrc) where they both like each other but neither of them have confessed! oh also can sanemi have a soft spot for the reader.. i just love that trope so much lmaooo

also feel free to ignore ^_^

-ˋˏ ༻softy༺ ˎˊ- kny x reader

✰synopsis: Sanemi with a kind and caring s/o who’s the complete opposite of him. Regardless of their differences, they love for each other. And Sanemi undoubtedly has a soft spot for her♡

✰additional tags: fem! reader, cursing, fluff♡

✰pairing: sanemi x kind! fem! reader♡

✰a/n: I’m glad I’m helping you write for kny characters as well!!

“they mistook my kindness for weakness.” -Lana Del Rey

“Y/n, it’s so obvious he loves you!” Mitsuri yelled out before plopping a sakura mochi in her mouth. Shinobu nodded in agreement, taking a sip of green tea as she looked over at you, your face red.

The insect pillar smiled softly at your nervous look. “Mitsuri’s right. I’ve never seen him treat another so kindly before.” She told you reassuringly, recalling a few days ago when she caught the two of you talking to each other and sanemi being surprisingly open and kind.

“I don’t really know..” you stated, unconvinced. The two girls looked at each other before looking over at you, a sigh escaping both their lips.

“Y/n, Are you kidding? Have you even seen the way he treats you compared to the other Hashira’s! It’s obvious favoritism!” Shinobu exclaimed, setting her hands at the table making a small thud noise.

Just as you were about to reply, footsteps could be heard approaching. You looked up seeing Sanemi waiting there patiently for you to join him.

“uhm- I’m sorry shinobu, mitsuri, but I promised I’d go to a nearby restaurant with him.” You told the two with a smile before getting up and walking over to Sanemi.

Mitsuri and Shinobu both watched as you left with Sanemi, a smile on both your faces as you began talking to him as he contently listened, a light pink blush on his face.

“They’re so in love!”

“Mhm.”

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“Hey, Sanemi, Look at how cute those koi fish look!” You exclaimed, shaking Sanemi’s arm excitedly as your free hand pointed down at the two koi fish dancing around together in the small pond outside of the restaurant.

Sanemi nodded, one of his arms wrapped around you as you had your head resting on his shoulder.

“is that…” uzui, who had so happened to be passing by, noticed his two fellow Hashira’s. “Y/n and sanemi?” Tengen snickered, looking at the female and male who had looked so peaceful.

it was almost funny how obvious it is he likes you.

“pfft, they’re so in love.” Uzui stated before rolling his eyes and finally walking off.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚

Your face flushed as Sanemi had a few flowers in his hand, looking the other way with an embarrassed look and a flustered expression.

With a red face yourself, you took the flowers from his hand as you heard the wind pillar mutter a small, “I love you.” Immediately, you threw your arms over him, pulling him into a tight hug as he hesitantly hugged you back.

The moment you hugged him, you noticed the multiple demon slayers watching the scene unfold while hiding behind a bush that couldn’t even hide half of them. You giggled at the sight. “Sanemi, we’ve got an audience.”

Sanemi let go of the hug and turned around, noticing the Hashira’s and the Kamaboko squad watching from a far.

“You idiots better leave, Right now!” He yelled out angrily, flipping off the large group as they gasped before running off.

“I love you so much sanemi.”

His face quickly turned red as he felt the tips of his ears get hot.

A/n: I apologize for how short I made this oneshot, I didn’t have much ideas, but here’s a Taisho Secret!⇩

Taisho Secret: Quite literally about every cute moment you had with Sanemi, one of the Hashira’s “accidentally” stumbled upon you two, wondering how despite the difference between you two, you two still obviously love each other.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x y/n #x reader #x y/n #demon slayer fluff #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x you #sanemi x y/n #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you #sanemi shinaguzawa #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #kny x y/n #kny x you #kny x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi fluff

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zikkytheblicky · 1 year ago

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♡︎ you can call me zikky or any pet names if you prefer. I’m black and Jamaican— pronouns are he/him/they/them/theirs i’m transgender and bisexual !!

(REMAKE.)

⊹ FANDOMS ⊹

ও jjk (satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji zen’in, yuta okkutsu, kenjaku as geto, ryomen sukuna, masamichi yaga, kiyotaka ijichi, toge inumaki, aoi todo)

ꔛ csm (denji, aki hayakawa, kishibe, hirofumi yoshida, young kishibe)

✦ astv (miles 42, hobie, miguel o’hara, spider noir)

⊹ demon slayer (tanjiro kamado, kyojuro rengoku, inosuke hashibara, sanemi shinazugawa, tengen uzui, giyu tomioka, obanai iguro, gyomei himejima, kokushibo, muzan kibutsuji, akaza, kagaya ubuyashiki, doma, gyutaro)

★ kpop groups (stray kids n SEVENTEEN)

(such little fandoms ik!! i don’t watch a lot of things/remember what i watch , sorry !!)

⊹ DNI LIST ⊹

-homophobes, transphobes, racists, antisemitics, zionists, trolls, isnotreal supporters, dsmp stans/fans, female readers (this includes SHE/THEY, SHE/HER, SHE/XE/THEY, etc.), people who sexualize itadori, sexists, pedophiles, rapists, sex offenders.

⊹ i WILL write

black male reader

feminine t!m/m reader chubby black male reader

trans black male reader

trans chubby black male reader

pre top surgery black male reader

pre top surgery chubby black male reader

pre bottom surgery black male reader

pre bottom surgery chubby black male reader

male reader

chubby male reader

Pre top surgery male reader

pre top surgery chubby male reader

pre bottom surgery male reader

pre bottom surgery chubby male reader

submissive t!m/m reader

switch t!m/m reader

feminine t!m/m reader

any kink besides body fluid ones and foot fetish

gay t!m/m reader

sugar daddy x sugar bby trope

any trope really except for those cringe ones like golden retriever x black cat idk those are just.. uhm. like just say introverted x extroverted trope if you really want that one!! (My op sorry.)

pet names , i love them. Except for those really.. cringe ones like "my little sugar waffle! " stop it. I will use different language ones too depending on the characters nationality.

fluff

smut

“ crack “

t!m/m reader with a core/style (any types of cores like aaliyah core for ex).

WILL NOT WRITE ⊹

any kink involving body fluids or foot fetish.

HEAVY angst (r@pe, HEAVY abuse, etc.)

m preg. Like i'll do the getting cummed inside of part but not the giving birth.. having kids.. like no sorry!! ( it makes me uncomfortable. )

mahito.

aged up characters

minors

fem readers (you guys tons of stories you'll be ok, twin.)

✧ Thats it really i'll probs add more tho !!

⊹ i write in lowercase on purpose !! and sometimes space my punctuation (like this !! or this , or this . but i rarely space the period.)⊹

☆ if you’re black reader please inform about your hairstyle/texture !! i don’t wanna accidentally just use the wrong hair texture/hair style for you 💓.

request status: closed ! ⊹

#male reader #x male reader #ftm reader #hazbin hotel #gender neutral reader #gn reader #jjk x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #black male reader #black ftm #chainsaw man #gay #astv #cod x male reader #gojo satoru x male reader #könig x male reader #ghost x male reader #angel dust x male reader

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strawberry-lemonade-kisses · 10 months ago

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Empty Nester's (M)

Tags - manga spoilers, new manga ending because it's mine, Fem Reader, Reader is called mama, mom, etc. Cunnilingus, squirting, idk

"With the children away for the weekend, what do you guys have planned?” Makio was swaddled with your baby, 11 months old and so big already, she could easily be mistaken for much older than she is. She was like her daddy, big, smart, and sweet. Harumi had been visiting the Uzui’s on the weekends for the past month giving you and Gyomei a break but also preparing them for the arrival of their own bundle of joy in the coming months. Of course, you had spent weekends as a family with them but then it was suggested that she stay by herself. You compromised with all three of the kids staying with the Uzui’s that way at least Muichiro and Genya knew their sister and could help.

“I don’t think we are doing anything special, a night in, maybe we will get a full night of sleep” Gyomei laughed from the doorway where he was talking with Tengen, the boys crowding him as he talked of their weekend plans. Makio squinted, rolling her eyes before turning back to you. “How is Hinatsuru? Has the tea been helping ease her stomach? It was heaven sent for me, Shinobu had trained Aoi so well” Makio nodded, bouncing slightly as Harumi stirred from where she rested.

“She is doing much better, eating a lot more which we are grateful for. She had us all worried. But she is well, excited to see Harumi, I think the maternal instincts are already kicked in because she hasn’t stopped talking about Harumi since she left last weekend” You nodded, understanding the feeling, throughout your pregnancy just seeing babies made you want to cry from happiness, some mothers would even come chat when they noticed your heavy stomach, letting you gush over their baby.

“Yeah, but Harumi is also the sweetest girl, so patient and she loves her brothers so she’s happy when they are around” Harumi’s head lifted at the mention of her brothers. “You should head home before she falls asleep, she sleeps like her father at night and Hinatsuru may not get to play with her” You urged the Uzui wife back towards the door, Tengen noticing the movement moved to let Makio pass.

“That’s our cue then, we will see you all in 3 days, have a good night, and try not to have too much fun!” Tengen winked before turning to follow his wife, your sons leaving with a wave and a few air kisses before following as well, a row of little ducklings.

As the door slid shut your husband turned to you.

“Come on, I have something for you” He was rocky, still settling into the prosthetic leg, it made him sway a lot when he walked but he no longer had to hold onto your shoulder, he could walk just by holding your hand which was an improvement. He was still hesitant about holding Harumi while standing but that would happen with time, just had to be patient.

“You’ve been so patient with us, every single one of us, from the boys to Harumi, and to me. Since the fall of the demons almost 2 years ago you’ve been so attentive and working nonstop, making sure everyone is comfortable and happy, you’ve kept everyone fed and bathed. You even changed our bandages and helped us bathe, which is no small feat. You did so much and I just wanted you to know how grateful I am, and how grateful the boys are to have you, to call you my wife, to call you a mother. I am so happy to be here with you, to have been given the chance to stay on this planet with you and live happily.” He paused his speech as you got to the backyard, lit with lanterns and decorated with flowers. There was a large blanket in the middle of the yard, filled with pillows to create what looked like the coziest bed ever. Sitting next to the bed was a tray lined with snacks and wine alongside 2 glasses.

“What is all this? When did you do all this?” You turned towards your husband of 5 years someone who you had watched grow into the beast of a man before you today, so gentle and loving and at the same time he held power you couldn’t even imagine carrying after knowing him for 8 years he still gave you butterflies.

“Had some help, you are quite oblivious when you are with Harumi so it was easy, she loves her mama just as much as I do. You are an amazing woman and I’m so honored and blessed to call you my wife.” Your eyes watered at the thought behind this surprise and his sweet words, you hadn’t put thought into the things you did, there was a house to run and a family to take care of after they literally saved the world, the least you could do is take care and help them, it was almost natural, you had been taking care of Gyomei’s injuries since you had first met in the wisteria house your family-owned, although it was closed now, once again it was just a home but more than welcome to those who were former corps members.

“I don’t know what to say” his hands moved to your back, gently guiding you towards the bed, the warmth from the overwhelming amount of candles provided such comfort that it didn’t take long for your muscles to relax as you sunk into the cushions and pillows.

“you don’t need to say anything, just relax, enjoy your night” There was a soft smile on Gyomeis face as he sat down, stretching his legs. “c’mere let me hold you” his words were quiet, like a whisper to draw you into his space, you didn’t hesitate before moving between his legs, letting your back rest against his chest while he wrapped you in his arms, letting his hands rest on your thighs. You both sat in silence, enjoying the clear night with the stars shining so bright you could probably see without the candles, but they provided extra comfort to your night. It was nice having a night with just the two of you, it was something that you hadn’t experienced in years. Between them fighting Muzan and having to relearn how to live normally, to giving birth to your daughter there was always a full house. Now they were able to leave, more than ready to get out of the house and spend time with their friends and family. It was something you weren’t quite ready for. Large hands were wiping away tears before you could realize you were crying.

“What ails you? What can I do?” Gyomei was soft as he addressed you, still holding your cheek as you relaxed back into him.

“They are all leaving, they can leave us now” you sniffled, turning around to face your husband, sitting on your knees. “Gyomei, the boys are gonna get married and leave” Deep down you knew it was ridiculous to think that they would suddenly leave, they were only 17 but you were dating Gyomei at 19 and he was 22, they could leave at any age. Gyomei smiled, his clouded eyes flickering about.

“Let’s slow down, no one is going anywhere. They are spending the weekend with the Uzui’s, and no one is getting married anytime soon unless we marry them off. Lay back, listen to that quiet, no kids, no screaming or fighting, no crying. Tranquility. S nice isn’t it?” You sat back, taking Gyomei’s advice and listening to the world around you. “What do you hear?” you listened close, relaxing into the embrace of your beloved and closing your eyes to truly listen.

“I hear the trees as they shake.”

“Mhm”

“I hear The birds sing their young to sleep. It sounds like they are getting tired” You were focusing, you swear you were, but his hands were distracting, wandering from your hips. His touch started slow, just rubbing your sides like he did when you wanted to relax, but then they started to move inwards, resting on your stomach and moving up.

“What else do you hear” His voice was low like he was telling you something you were allowed to hear, trying to hide it from the world.

“um…” You couldn’t focus on the sounds, not when he cupped one of your breasts, applying pressure as he leaned into your neck, wet kisses trailing from your jaw to your collarbone.

“focus, what’s going on?” The tone of his voice was a warning, a baritone hum as he continued his ministrations, biting into the skin of your neck as you leaned to the side, giving him more access.

“Frogs” is all you got out, moaning as one hand undid the ties to your clothing and the other continued to fondle you.

“good girl, what else” He paused, leaning back to watch each inch of your kimono fall off your shoulders and reveal your skin.

“I-“ a moan interrupted you as both his hands went to work, pinching the nipple of one breast while massaging the other. His lips still danced along your skin, slowly compared to his rough hands. “The river” He hummed into your skin, encouragement to continue as he worked like he was tuning a violin, plucking the strings of your pleasure until he had it just right. “You” Your answer was met with his hands removing themselves from your body, his mouth detaching itself from your skin. You sat up, turning to look at your husband.

“Yeah? What do I sound like?” His disheveled hair and lack of prayer beads had him looking almost feral, his hooded gaze staring down at you as he crawled over you, moving you until your back hit the ground, looking up at him. Your answer never came as he engulfed you in a kiss, claiming your lips as his own. You couldn’t stop the moan that erupted as one of his hands found purchase on your hip, pulling the band of your panties until they snapped back at your skin. Your tongue grazed his lip, asking for more, and was met with a hasty reply. Your mouths danced so familiarly with one another, like every movement of the other's tongue was rehearsed, practiced an infinite number of times over, each clash of teeth and head tilt a piece of intricate choreography. Gyomei pulled back gasping, head tilting towards your ear.

“You know what I want?” He hummed pressing a kiss to your collar, lips wet with your shared saliva. You made a noise of acknowledgment, too high-strung by his constant touches everywhere but where you wanted. You're sure if you looked down you would see your panties soaked through, uncomfortably damp but you couldn’t care less. “I want to be the one to listen to the pretty noises you make when you cum on my tongue” Your breath hitched as he placed another kiss on the slope of your breast, moving his way down your body, with teasing touches and wet kisses. “Okay?” He continued his path down your body, nipping at your hip bone, tracing the soft skin of your stomach as he nosed at your panties.

“Yes sir”

“Good girl” His praise was accompanied by his tongue, licking at the wet patch that had stained your panties. He was never a patient man when it came to pleasure, you had grown used to it, he knew what he wanted and he wasn’t afraid to take it if you let him, and who were you to deny your husband of such pleasures? He pulled aside your panties, not bothering to slide them off your hips, just revealing the glistening beauty of your pussy. The groan he let out was pure sin like a predator warning its prey before it eats them. Which is what he planned on doing. Gyomei didn’t waste time, diving into the heat of your pussy. His tongue flicked at your throbbing clit, teasing and divine. He went from flicking to sucking, not wasting a breath between both, switching the rhythm to keep you on edge. You reached down, hoping to hold onto him as grounding, afraid you would float away in the thralls of pleasure.

“Mei, please don’t stop” You moaned a symphony for him, following the beat of his tongue. 2 fingers pushed their way into your heat, thick and practiced it was almost too natural for him to do it, like he was using the hand to tighten the ropes of your pleasure, cranking at them in hopes they would break. He hummed into you, enjoying his meal thoroughly, eyes closed like he was lost in his own heaven and that ad you clenching, teetering on the edge of orgasm thinking he was enjoying this as much as you. By the way you could make out the subtle shift of his hips against the ground, you had no doubts he was. His fingers curled upwards, thrusting in at a speed faster than his tongue. You fell, the pleasure quickly overwhelming your body jolted, trying to breathe through the pleasure. You saw stars, eyes rolling back for a few seconds as his ministrations continued, not wanting to slow and end his own pleasure. Another groan resonated through your core that had you yelping, an unfamiliar swirl in your stomach itching forward.

“C’mon baby” He moaned again, begging for your body, and his hand continued it work, mouth quickly attaching back to your overly sensitive bud. A second orgasm came crashing down on you, a litany of explants leaving your mouth as you released all pent-up energy, coating your husband's face in a stream of pleasure. He lapped eagerly at your sex, not wasting a drop of you, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean as well while you tried to come back to earth, breathing heavily and holding weakly to the and that still held your panties to the side. Gyomei sat on his heels, rubbing at your tighs while you tried to get ahold of yourself.

“You did so good mama’s, so good for me, huh?” His tone was encouraging. He was careful as he moved your legs together, giving him room to lay next to you, a space heater for your bare body, still recovering. You looked at him through lidded eyes, a sleepy smile gracing your lips.

“Gyomei,” You whispered, still breathless. He smiled, pulling you into his chest so you could snuggle in, using your kimono as a blanket to cover you and keep you warm.

“I’m here” He pressed a kiss to your head, damp, but you didn’t care.

“Thank you” He hummed, knowing that this was just the beginning of a long night.

#gyomei himejima #kny gyomei #gyomei x reader #gyom #demon slayer gyomei #kimetsu gyomei #kny #kny hashira #kny scenarios #kny x y/n #kny x reader #kny x you #kny smut #demon slayer fanfic #kny fanfic #kny himejima #gyomei x y/n #gyomei smut #gyomei headcanons

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atarathegreat · 11 months ago

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His Precious Daughter Demon Slayer 1

ft: Uzui Tengen, Iguro Obania, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Inosuke Hashibira, Giyu Tomioka

Spoiling his kids was something Uzui was amazing at. You were the youngest of four, your older brothers got the privilege of being around their father all day for training, and you were stuck inside with your mothers. While it wasn't so bad being inside, learning to cook, and being with your mothers, you constantly whined for your father's attention. "Papa!" You pushed through your brothers and raised your arms to him, jumping, "Hold me! Hold me!" Your excitement reached Uzui until he couldn't help the new energy that flooded him as he lifted you from the ground. "Is that a new kimono?" Uzui always noticed the new clothes or haircuts you received, never needing his wives to point it out. You nodded eagerly, tugging on his collar, "Mother made it! See?" You had been born to Hinatsuru, so you would no doubt grow up to be as level-headed as she was, hoping that Makio or Suma didn't rub off on you too much. Their sons were already a handful when in the same area. "Mhm, it looks beautiful on you, songbird. Is it comfortable?" The way your hair bobbed around as you nodded again made him glad he had a daughter after nothing but three boys. "How about me and my little girl go out to town, hmm? Show off your new clothes?" Sparkling eyes made him smile, Uzui had never been happier that he'd suggested something to you. Everyone through town was more than impressed with your kimono, commenting on how pretty you were and how you looked like your mother, and then they would congratulate Uzui on having such wonderful kids. Uzui let you wander, so long as you were in his sight, and get your fill of attention before he scooped you up and set you on his shoulder. "Dango, Papa? Can we get dango?" You leaned your tiny form over his head, pouting. Pouting was never something you needed to do to get your way, you simply had to ask and Uzui would buy the whole stall for you. But he settled for buying you three and a small bag to take home for the others, as he wasn't a sweet person himself.

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Iguro was known to spoil not only his wife, Mitsuri, but his daughter as well. The two girls were pampered and protected as if they were royalty, and for the Slayer, they were. He remembered when Mitsuri was pregnant, the way he dropped everything to make sure she wanted for nothing, and how Kaburamaru always wound up resting on her baby bump. Not only did the snake carry on in its obsession with sleeping close to Mitsuri, but also you as you lay in your small cot at Iguro's feet. "You can't just sleep in there with an infant." Obania sighed, tugging the snake from its place around your head, "She's a baby, not some warm blanket." But he would later find that Kaburamaru wasn't fond of being away from you, and was less keen on those who came too near. So it was expected that when you first were walked home by a simple, lower-rank Slayer, your father's companion was already slithering up the boy's leg, hissing as he wrapped his slender body around wrist and arm. "Kabura!" You chided the reptile. "He's guarding you, dear." Iguro leaned in the door, watching the boy closely, "Keeping filth away from purity, as it should be." You huffed at your father, pulling the snake from the petrified boy's arm, "Come on, Kabura, stop scaring people." Obania waved the boy off, turning to come face-to-face with his wife. Mitsuri was shaking her head, "You're going to make her sneak out, you know." And of course, he knew she was right, Misturi always was when it came to things about their daughter. What else was he to do? You're his baby, his soul bared to the world in human form, there was nothing more he wanted to do than make sure that no one corrupted you. You were pure, a bright light that he was going to keep safe from the darkness. "Y/n." Obanai knocked on the sliding door, opening it slowly, "Can we talk?" The sight of you with his serpent, the tender way you held it and kissed its head, it was as if he could see that your sweet heart could never be doused by the darkness. A girl kissing a snake and still smiling felt like a powerful message to him. "He was just walking me home, Father. Nothing else." He could hear your soft voice, how it mimicked your mother's. "I know, I know. I just wanted to warn you against being out late. People don't always have the best intentions." He loved that you could smile at him, despite how it killed him that you'd never seen the lower half of his face. "Kaburamaru was telling me about it. I'll take him with me tomorrow, okay?" And that was the best he could ask for; a sweet daughter who understood and was willing to compromise.

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No one ever thought the Wind Pillar was capable of it. Sanemi had never shown much interest in anything but killing demons and doing his job better than anyone who crossed his path. And yet, there he was at the meeting, a young child in his lap as he absentmindedly played with her hair. "So you're stealing children now, Sanemi?" Obanai stared at the child, yet even the quieter male couldn't deny that the girl looked akin to the angrier man holding her. "Apologies, but not all of us can be slithering monstrosities that eat others' offspring." Sanemi growled back, holding his daughter higher up, "Not that it's your business, but this is my child." Everyone was fawning over the toddler, who had no idea what was happening with her fingers in her mouth. Sanemi could see that his daughter was enjoying the attention, especially from Shinobu and Mitsuri, who she was babbling back to as they talked to her. "She's beautiful. And her mother?" Shinobu asked as the toddler crawled from her father's lap. Sanemi grabbed around her ankle, keeping her little form from crawling too far from him. "I don't speak about that woman." Sanemi glared, lifting his daughter up by her little foot, making her giggle loudly, "She walked out as soon as Y/n was in my hands, so I don't really care where she is." Anger filled him as he looked at the pitying looks from his peers. He had his daughter, she was taken care of and safe and there was always someone to watch her when he had to leave. Why was her mother a topic of importance? Y/n didn't need that woman, she didn't need to be subject to the awful way that woman was. Even if he wasn't the best father, he refused to trust many people with his child, which meant he was the only one good enough to raise and teach her. After the meeting, Sanemi sat with his daughter in the rock garden. "You're doing a great job. She's happy." Shinobu stood just behind him, "You seem to be keeping a very close eye on her at any point." Of course, he'd kept an eye on her! She was his most valued possession. And her equally snowy hair was like a tie that she was his, that she was, in fact, his child and his responsibility and his family. She picked up one of the many smooth rocks and put it in her mouth, drooling on it as she tried to...eat it? Sanemi wasn't sure, but he still reached his sword out and knocked the rock from her hand, "I want her to be sweet. I don't want her to be like me."

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The last person that needed to have a child was Inosuke. Yet he was a father, on the training grounds with his daughter while teaching her how to fight. Aoi was impressed that their child was just like her father. Just as loud, just as crazy, just as flexible and careless with her life. But she wouldn't deny it was better that the two got all the energy out while they could, even if they would give each other scratches and cuts. "Come on! Are you even trying?" Inosuke cackled as his daughter swung the wooden sword at him, her evil grin matching his as she fought harder. "I wasn't! But I am now!" She paused for a second, giving him the false hope of his own attack, that she easily parried and forced her father a few steps backward. Aoi watched from her place on the porch, chuckling as the two went all out on each other. "My child has spunk! Hahaha!" Inosuke nabbed the sword from his daughter and jerked her toward him for a bruising hug, "How perfect! You'll be strong!" She struggled against him, pushing for her freedom, "Let me go! We're fighting! Father!"

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Having a quiet baby that hardly made noise even when she wanted things was worrying for Giyu. Babies were supposed to cry, right? Cry and wail and throw tantrums? Shinobu assured him that the baby was alright, that she was just a calm and reserved little thing, much like her father. Due to the uncertainty of his child never letting anyone know what she wanted, Giyu kept everything on hand and near her. Giyu watched her as she played, pushing her pacifier closer to her as she eyed it. "She's going to become spoiled if you keep answering her needs before she voices them." Shinobu chuckled, taking the pacifier before the baby could grab it, "She has no need to cry if she has it all first because Daddy is watching." He knew the woman was right, but he was too worried about what could happen if he stopped paying close attention to her. What if she needed something and he wasn't there to make sure she had it? What if she fell? "Ah!" The baby screamed angrily at Shinobu, making a grabby hand at her pacy. Giyu watched as Shinobu gave it back, "As long as she makes noise, she'll be okay, I suppose." Shinobu sighed, "But don't be shocked when she does start to cry." But his child never did cry. She could fall, scrape up her hands and knees, he'd watched her get run into once and she still never shed a tear. "Why don't you cry? You've never cried?" He asked her one day. The girl stopped and stared at her father, "Should I cry? I don't have anything to cry for, do I?" And he understood. His little girl didn't have a reason. Cuts and scraps would heal, and the pain would fade to leave her with nothing but a memory of the ordeal. She wasn't damaged like her father, no, she was reasonable and so far from delicate that Giyu nearly couldn't believe it. "I know if you're around that I have nothing to worry about." his daughter smiled, and gods how she had her mother's smile, "I know you'll make sure I'm okay."

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roseeeya · 1 year ago

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daddy’s kid

warnings :: none

genre :: parent-child fluff

synopsis :: the hashiras meet giyuu's adopted 8 y/o kid who is very much a daddy's kid

pairings :: giyuu tomioka x child reader

prologue

giyuu tomioka is a very quiet man. he rarely says anything and prefers only to speak when absolutely necessary. being the water pillar, no matter how undeserving he feels of it, is his position.

one faithful night, he was given a mission. he did as told and followes his kasugai crow to the location wherein he was to slay the demon. he finds that he was too late and that the entire village was in ruins. in a quick response to the situation, he slays the demon and looks around to see the damage done.

checking every house, he finds everyone slaughtered. everyone but you. he tries to assess your condition. looking around, he sees three bodies. a male, a woman and a girl.

he comes to you and crouches. “uhm. who are they to you, kid?” he asks, an awkward aura filling the room. to you, it seemed he didn't know what to do with a child. you weren't surprised. your parents didn't either.

“m-my parents..the other girl is my older sister...” you mutter. he comes in a little closer, making you flinch. “it’s okay. i- uh- i won’t hurt you.” his voice sounded so calm. like the tranquil lakes of your home. or the serenity of the sky at night.

still shocked at the situation, he ponders what to do with you. with what you witnessed, and at your age too, you may just end up like him. labeled as insane. that was something that won’t go away easily. he didn’t want you to go through it. “what’s your name?” he asks you.

“i’m [name]…who are you, sir?”

“I’m giyuu tomioka. would you like to come with me, [name]?”

your eyes widen at his question. was he being serious? he wanted to take you in? in the spur of the moment, you nod. though you felt as if you wouldn’t regret the decision.

months later, you had grown accustomed to giyuu tomioka. his presence in your life has drastically changed you. granted, the trauma of what you saw was still there, but you were happy with him. you called him dad, and he didn’t get angry with it. you could hug him and he wouldn’t push you away.

you sat out in the gardens of his estate, watching the sky, as a familiar bird swoops in and drops a letter onto the man beside you. “what’s that, dad?” you ask.

opening the letter, you peer over to your side to get a glimpse (one which he gladly gave you privilege to do). it seems to have been a while since he received a letter, so naturally he was curious. he reads the contents and his eyebrows rise. it seems that master ubuyashiki has discovered of your presence and existence in his life and has invited him to bring you to his estate to meet his colleagues. he was of course, conflicted if he should expose you to their…antics. would you grow to hate him like they did him?

on the day you were set to meet the rest of the hashiras, you walk into the ubuyashiki estate gardens with your father. you hid in his haori, slightly nervous because you hadn’t had contact with much people other than the people in the tomioka estate, and of course, tomioka himself.

peeking out of his haori, he softly urges you to say hello to the people in front of you.

“h-hello. i’m [name] tomioka. it’s- it’s nice to meet you..”

gyomei himejima

my mans wouldn’t see obv

but he would be able to hear what’s going on and put the dots together himself

either that or whoever’s beside him will update him with what’s happening

when you approach him he melts

like if he was ice cream, he’d be an entire puddle of it

because omg

a child walked up to him and that’s just so cute HAJSHAJS

“it’s very nice to meet you, [name]. i'm gyomei himejima.”

would 100% give u piggybacks

and you love it bc upsies or u don’t if you hate heights and say sorry about it

that or it wouldn’t happen bc he would’ve asked before carrying

“you have a very cute child, tomioka. bless your souls.”

pretty much a 10/10 with him

because who wouldn’t love gyomei?

uzui tengen

would drop

guy would have his jaw on the ground

because the quiet, reserved and boring one of them that’s his words not mine has a child?!??!?

yes. yes he does.

would probably be a little awkward with you

like not shy awkward

it’s the kind where he wouldn’t know what to do with you

it’s as if you’re an object he needs to figure out bc let’s be fr his expertise is women not children

he does care for your safety bc well- you’re a person

well he does admire the deed giyuu did

“that’s a very flamboyant deed, tomioka! and your child is er- flamboyant as well!”

yk that meme where a man carries their child by the ankle upside down?

yea, that’s the vibe between you and him

he doesn’t know what to do, help the poor man

like actually get him some much needed help

rengoku kyojuro

he has a little brother

ofc the man is great with kids

he sees you come right out of tomioka’s haori and he was quite shocked

of all the hashiras he never expected giyuu with a child

though he finds it admirable and adorable

sweet bby

would definitely eat with you

and try out different foods with you

you love him because he’s fun

also because he isn’t mean to giyuu

unlike other people that we will get on with later

he’s probably gonna be a good babysitter

sometimes he’s a little loud but it doesn’t bother you that much

tries to be quiet around you if you’re sensitive to sound

100/10 great man

giyuu likes him so you were more open to being with him rather than obanai.

mitsuri kanroji

squeel

this woman will squeel

no shame in it because

well, there’s an adorable child. who happens to be giyuu tomioka’s child.

put the words adorable and child in one sentence and she will go berserk

would be good with you as well!

you’re slightly shy because of her revealing clothes

bc giyuu taught you to look away in situations like that (we love a respectful king)

so you just learned not to look

and now you’re shy

mainly about the fact that her clothes show her ‘forbidden things’ as you called it

she would definitely try out food with you with rengoku

omg you’d admire her hair a lot because you’ve never seen anything like it

she loves how you haven’t been tainted by the beauty standards

big sister energy and we love that

and ofc giyumitsu friendship?? so she’s like the cool aunt or sister or whatever

muichiro tokito

is pretty neutral with you at first.

and this is after he regains his memories

but then you approach him with a smile on your face

and he’s reminded if himself years ago

so innocent and carefree

which ends up with him having a somewhat soft spot for you

you see him as an older brother because giyuu practically treats the guy as his kid

was still aloof so he let you play with his katana once during a hashira meeting

was scolded by giyuu and shinobu afterwards

it never happened again.

you like his company because he’s quiet but still manages to be amiable with you

you think that his aloof personality kinda reminds you of giyuu

and it’s comforting

god he might attempt to carry you

keywords: might and attempt

he might if he wasn’t tired and if he actually wasn’t tired, he would attempt to atleast twice

until he gives up

just cuties being cuties

iguro obanai

see, i sometimes despise this man but love him at the same time

but i really think he’d berate you your dad

the man lives off of messing with your father

what on earth makes you think he wouldn’t give you the exact same treatment?

if anything, the only reason he’ll end up being nice to you is because of mitsuri

she likes you and he likes her so conclusion:

he has to try to like you.

that, and also partially because mitsuri got frantic when you cried because of his snake.

we all love kabarumaru but there’s never enough works where he just scares the living daylights off of the reader

in the end, he would probably refrain from saying bad things about you

you, not your dad. he still despises your dad.

can you see it? how much i loathe his actions towards giyuu? <3

you don’t like him either, don’t worry. he just-

he’s mean to your dad and you’re such a daddy’s girl so why wouldn’t you?

at this point i’m projecting so i’ll stop this here-

sanemi shinazugawa

omg he doesn’t like you at first

keyword: at first.

he obviously doesn’t like how you are in any relation to giyuu

but then you trip in front of him and you cry

and somehow, he helps you.

he doesn’t know why

he just did

so now you follow him around when you visit because

he helped you

and so with that, he learned to adapt to your presence

less mean to giyuu because he saw how you absolutely despise obanai

like he just doesn’t wanna upset you???

he will project onto you

by project, i mean he will at one point see you as one of his dead siblings

please get the man some help

please

omg would let you draw on his scars

because you think they’re pretty

oh and you were wary of him at first

bc you thought he was as mean as obanai

jokes on u, he just really misunderstands giyuu’s words lmao

shinobu kocho

normal smiling kind of impression

is soft with you

like less offhanded remarks when you are nearby

would treat your wound when you fell in front of sanemi

is probably awkward when you cry

because she can handle wounds but crying children?

not exactly her forte

that was kanae’e thing, not hers.

no matter how much she tried to imitate kanae

crying children is not her thing

you absolutely adore her hair

especially the pretty purple tips

and her voice puts you to sleep sometimes

ofc giyuu does the ‘sleep from calm voice’ thing better than she does

but it works so whatever

would scold tengen because she just knows

she knows of the vibe you and him radiate

(yk, the guardian carrying a child by the ankle.)

is protective of you because

well you’re a child.

you didn’t deserve to witness what you did

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny headcanons #demon slayer x child reader #hashira x child reader #muichiro tokito #mitsuri kanroji #gyomei himejima #sanemi shinaguzawa #giyuu tomioka #shinobu kocho #obanai iguro #tengen uzui #rengoku kyojuro #giyuu x child reader #giyuu tomioka x child reader #hashiras #rose’s garden #daisy fics 💮

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idyllic-affections · 2 years ago

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since you write for demon slayer i was wondering if you could write about the reader being tengen’s tsuguko and their mentor/mentee relationship (personally i think he’d be tough on them but care deep down. maybe touching on the entertainment district arc? thank you <3

being the sound hashira's tsuguko.

summary. what is it like being tengen uzui's student?

trigger & content warnings. mild depictions of injury, limb loss, voluntarily consuming poison, etc.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. found family-ish, fluff, slight angst towards the end. tengen uzui (and his wives) & reader. 0.7k words. they/them pronouns for reader.

author's thoughts. i took this request and RAN with it, i love mentor/mentee requests for any fandom but especially for demon slayer.... the age was unspecified in this req, so i personally imaged tsuguko!reader being around tanjiro's age, however i left it pretty ambiguous so anyone can imagine it however they want. i also decided not to touch too deeply on the entertainment district arc, since this is only a headcanon post, but i'm totally cool with writing an actual fic about it! just shoot me another request if that's something you'd like to see <3

tengen is definitely a very tough mentor, and he doesn't get the opportunity to train many tsugukos because of this. he's hard on his students. he's a demanding mentor, though at the very least, he lays out his expectations clearly. he knows exactly what he wants he students to know.

the lower ranked demon slayers have favored hashira, ones they would prefer to train under if they were ever given the chance to. tengen is not really one of those favored potential mentors. preferred mentors would be people like kyojuro or mitsuri. that isn't to say any other hashira would be any less tough on their tsugukos than tengen is, but the sound hashira supposes those two come off as kinder than he does.

of course, it should be made very clear that he's hard on his students not because he gets some kind of sadistic pleasure out of watching them struggle, but because he wants them to survive.

his training is just downright difficult. it's all in the spirit of survival, though.

a tsuguko of his would have a lot of things expected of them.

his student is expected to build poison resistance by microdosing themselves day after day.

his student is expected to have a certain amount of stamina.

they're expected to be stealthy.

they're expected to be able to make split-second decisions.

simply put, it's... a lot.

generally, anyone who trains under him quits shortly after beginning, so they don't really get to know him. they don't get to understand why he does what he does. they miss the opportunity to really understand him. the one exception would be his current tsuguko, [name].

he cares very deeply for the one tsuguko that did stick around!

tbh, he's pretty open about that fact, especially when he's alone with them and his wives! he's not secretive about caring for them.

he expects them to prioritize their own life. it is something that other demon slayers might not agree with, something that others find "selfish" and "cruel."

tengen does not see it that way.

he's seen that self-sacrificial, "give everything up for the mission" ideology tear people apart. he's seen it tear his blood family apart. he'd be damned if he let it tear his chosen family apart.

"because you are very dear to me," he'd say, placing a firm hand on their head and ruffling their hair fondly, "i expect you to value your life above all others. the mission is not worth your life. you protect yourself, you protect others, and you get the hell out of there if you can't handle it. you come back to me, to us. you got that?"

i personally think he'd treat his tsuguko like his kid if they're sixteen or under. yeah, he's only in his early 20s. so what? that's his kid. if they're above that age, he treats them like a precious younger sibling. if they happen to be older than him? he does not care. that's still his younger sibling.

regardless of their age, his tsuguko is a part of his little family.

no demon will ever lay their hands on his family and get away with it. he will not allow it.

if they get injured on a mission and they're recovering at the butterfly estate, my man is at their bedside in an instant. he probably yells at them because how dare they worry him?? where did they get the audacity??? tengen eventually gets over it and admits that he's glad they're alright. his wives also come to visit them when they have the time!!

now, as for the entertainment district...

i think that mission would be very mentally taxing (and of course physically taxing, but let's focus more on the stress and panic for now).

seeing tengen lose his arm like that, thinking he was dead... god, it would terrify them. they have grown to see him as strong and infallible, so to see him so weak and broken would be genuinely horrifying.

they'd cry tbh

good luck to gyutaro, though. bro is at the mercy of their rage. having learned from tengen, i wholeheartedly believe that his tsuguko would be able to hold their own against the demon for at least a little bit. long enough for tengen to recover, long enough for everything to go according to plan.

but, of course... tengen does retire in the end.

well.

the whole point of having a tsuguko is to have someone reliable to succeed their respective mentor, right?

tengen loves his tsuguko.

he knows they're capable enough.

he wouldn't want anyone else taking his place <3

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

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tsukasalvr · 1 year ago

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Hii! I read your nicknames they would give kids imagine and I saw that for Tengen he mentioned to his kids bothering uncle Kyojuro. I wonder if you could write something abt that cause I find it funny😭

s/o and tengens kids w/ uncle kyojuro

Anime/fandom: Demon Slayer

Characters: Uzui Tengen, PLATONIC- Rengoku Kyojuro

Warnings: I don’t proofread, pure platonic between reader and Kyojuro

A/n: BYEEEE THIS IS SOO CUTE ANON OMGGG I need fics where it’s the reader and a character where they have family PLSSSSS THERES BARELY ANY SO IF ANYONE KNOWS ANY PLSSSS MESSAGE OR INBOX ME

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Uzui Tengen , platonic - Rengoku Kyojuro

Tengen, the other wives and you were blessed enough to have twins—one a girl and the other a boy

They were both spoiled to death and you all cared and loved them deeply, of course—which meant they had to obviously be introduced the rest of the “family”

Rengoku and Tengen were always close, they were practically ‘best bros’ and Tengen saw him as more than a close friend, he saw him as family which Kyojuro reciprocated as well

Which is why when the twins were introduced, Tengen immediately introduced Kyojuro to the twins—even though they couldn’t understand because they were still babies, as their uncle and Kyojuro rolled with it

As the twins grew, so did the closeness between them and Kyojuro. Kyojuro would offer to watch over them so the rest of you could have a day to yourself. It was also a perfect time to introduce the twins to their other uncle “uncle”, Senjuro who was excited to see them as well

Rengoku would let them sit on his strong muscled shoulders with a smile on his face just so he can hear them laugh and cheer him on as they call him ‘uncle Kyojuro’

Tengen has thanked Kyojuro for being so kind to his baby twins and how he’ll always be a brother to him even if they aren’t blood related

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keruimi · 9 months ago

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To Be Worthy of Someone

Tengen Uzui x reader

Warning: Angst and Comfort

Note: This oneshot gave a slight peek of what I'm experiencing in reality until it finally burst so I decided to let everything out in this. I don't know if I'm overreacting but I can't hide that worry, insecurities, and fear that I really have no one. Advice is greatly appreciated.

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Before, I thought I could survive in this life as long as I had them.

The people who I shared my problems with, the people who once comforted me at my lowest.

The friends who I'm now watching from far away.

With my social anxiety, I can't have the strength to approach them.

Because I knew they would see me as an outsider.

They have the same interest, while I just join them to have someone accompany me in this lonely world.

Even the introverted people I knew found where they belong to.

So why do I feel like I don't belong anywhere?

The friends I got close with either become backstabbers or insensitive people.

Like one wrong move and they would never turn their head in my direction anymore.

I notice how distant I am to them.

That's what they made me feel.

One opinion from me, they would get angry or annoyed. Like I don't even have the right to speak.

Even the closest one I have, slowly to show her dislike on me.

I told myself I need to walk away, but I can't.

Because they are the only ones I have.

Even if they are the same people who made my self-hatred deepen more.

The same people who made me question if there is something wrong with me?

"Even the others saw you're just forcing yourself to them"

That's how the people around me saw it and I can't help but agree more.

They are right...

I have no true friends in the first place.

That it led me to the position where I am now. Facing the cliff where I once went before I thought of suicide.

I want to start a new life again.

Even if it means reaching the end of this life.

I thought I feared death or the monsters hiding within the shadows.

But I guess I feel more scared when the entire world makes me feel like I was no one at all.

Living in this kind of world doesn't benefit me.

So let's just end it

Even if I'm still confused if I was the one who ruined the friendship I tried so hard to protect.

But did it even exist in the first place?

I heard myself chuckle on my thoughts.

This is why I wanted reassurance. Words coming from their own mouth that I was accepted. That I was someone to the people who are important to me.

Because the time I'm pushed to the edge, the insecurities and doubt would catch up to me.

But I guess it's time to stop expecting too much.

It was toxic for myself to be with them.

If I leave, I will be free from the monsters on my mind who keep ruining me

So starting a life where no one would see me the same way the world did.

Is the best option I need to take.

I felt the tears leave my own eyes as I took a step towards the edge of the cliff.

It was the best for me.

This is for me.

I don't want to keep living in a world where I never felt like I belonged.

One step...

I want to live in a world where I am loved by the people I chose to love.

Where I don't question myself anymore if someone still loves me not out of obligation or responsibility.

Like the love I felt from my parents.

Another step...

Being the second born daughter who learned to become independent at such a young age, they decided by themselves that I can handle myself.

I have no one but myself.

And another...

I finally felt the feeling that people would only come to you if you have something they need.

I gave everything and it drained me.

No matter how much I practice just to reach their standards, learn the things they love even though I don't want those things.

I kept adjusting but no one decided to adjust just for me.

My efforts to be someone was for nothing.

The main thing I feared the most ever since I was a kid.

I feel like I am gladly accepting it right now with open arms.

I look at the moon shining above me.

May God forgive me...

And I finally braced myself to fall forward until a voice broke the barrier of my intentions.

I slowly glance at the person behind me as my eyes widen when the silhouette of the sound hashira is the one that greeted me.

Both of us were silent as I bow down as a respect for a high ranking warrior like him.

"How unflashy" I heard him murmur that made me step back to test him and I saw how he immediately moved from his position that made me stop from my movement.

Until he is within my reach...

I didn't dare lower my gaze at him and saw how he sighed when he realized my actions.

"Ending your life is not worth it. But I admire how you seem certain with this decision of yours" I felt his hand on my shoulder in a friendly manner that I can't help but look up to him who already has his eyes on me.

"Let's talk about this as a colleague of the Demon Slayer Corps"

That time I felt how I slowly changed my decision on ending it.

Because an unknown person decided to show his concern to a person like me.

And I decided to write another chapter of my own story

When I took the risk of trying again

~•~

The situation I am in right now made it clear that It was my fault I was in this kind of situation.

Being warmly embraced by the same man who lightened my world that night.

I don't know what I did to make him love me but I sure did ask him a lot about it.

So I can assure that I would never lose the trait that made me loved by him.

"Tengen, let me go. I still need to finish baking the snacks I'm preparing for you" I told him as I tried to remove his hands away from my waist.

But I stopped from my movement when I felt his lips that was giving small kisses on my shoulder lift into a small smile that made me turn red.

"What?" I have the urge to ask him and it was immediately followed by a chuckle.

"I'm just thinking how you are pushed into that decision when I begin to love everything about you" He stated honestly that made me stop struggling on his arms as I gave him a side glance.

It seems like he is giving me the answer I am badly asking for.

"Please do enumerate those so called 'things'" I challenge him but deep in my heart, I really want to keep holding on to those words he would speak out next.

I let out a squeal when he lifted me up to face him making it look like I was straddling him. I stayed still in that position as our eyes never left each other

"The way you give me everything you have. Whether its your time, love, care, advice, and effort. I love those"

His eyes gaze on mine as I felt how my eyes started to get glossy.

"It was no effort"

"No" he countered my words before chuckling. "Being that kind of person is already your character"

"Y/n, I love everything about you and I'm not kidding"

A small smile lifted from my lips as I thanked the heavens that my tears haven't fallen from my eyes yet.

I took the risk of loving him even though I'm not sure I would have the ending I wanted.

God has finally favored me...

I started to pepper kisses on his face as his arms on my waist started to tighten in an attempt to bring me closer to him.

I am deserving of his love too.

I surrounded myself with negativity that I forgot the loveable traits I have.

Because the time we got together, I made up my mind that I would do everything just to make him stay.

Even if it's exhausting...

Risky...

Scary...

As long as it's our love, I'll do my best to keep that one alive.

I felt his lips on mine...

My destiny finally went to my favor.

I am finally embraced by the person I love.

And I finally become someone important to someone's life

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #love #hashira x reader #kny #kny hashira #spotify #kny fanfic #comfort #kny tengen #tengen uzui x reader #tengen uzui #tengen x reader #demon slayer tengen #kny uzui #demon slayer uzui #uzui x reader

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mystwrites · 1 year ago

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Tickle Fight

Summary: Muichiro and Tanjiro stumble upon a very chaotic Hashira tickle fight and are subsequently dragged into the shenanigans

A/N: Day 15 of Tickletober! Enjoy this really chaotic piece of writing!

It was a beautiful sunny day. For the first time in months, Muichiro and Tanjiro were free and had no real reason to go out and kill demons. Genya, Inosuke and Zenitsu were sent on a joint mission and Nezuko was sleeping to regain her strength. It left them alone to do whatever they wanted.

They trained together all morning and decided to go back to the Butterfly Mansion to cool off and get something to eat. They laughed as they walked back down the trail before shouting was heard.

"Huh, is there a fight happening at the Butterfly Mansion?" Muichiro asked, looking in the general direction of the commotion.

Tanjiro sniffed the air. "No, there's no scent of anger or the wish to inflict harm. I think I do smell the other Hashira though. Come on, let's go check it out and see what is going on."

Picking up the pace, the two started a light jog down the path until they entered through the back entrance. Aoi stood in front of them, shaking her head and deciding to turn around and walk away.

"Hey, Aoi." Tanjiro greeted, looking past her at the crowd of Hashira. "What is going on?"

Aoi glared at Muichiro. "Tell your Hashira friends to take their stupid fight elsewhere! The Butterfly Mansion is too classy for shenanigans like this!! Ugh! They're all so childish and are all adults too!"

As Aoi stormed off, the two carefully approached, Rengoku being the first Hashira their eyes fell upon. Deciding that he would be the best person to talk to about what was happening, Tanjiro and Muichiro reached up and pulled on the sleeves of his uniform.

"Rengoku san?" Tanjiro asked, smiling at his mentor who returned the smile back.

"Young Kamado! Lovely of you to join us! OOHH!! Young Tokito!" he exclaimed, pulling Muichiro into a hug. "There you are!! We were looking for you! You are just in time to witness the yearly Hashira tickle fight!"

The two boys looked at one another before looking up at the Flame Hashira. "The what now??" they asked, confusion plastered all over their faces.

"The yearly Hashira tickle fight!" Rengoku repeated, laughing as he lifted them up and showed them the scene about to transpire.

"There's no yearly tickle fight." Muichiro scoffed, rolling his eyes, his expression showing little to no sign of interest.

"Oh but it is a thing, young Tokito. You probably just forgot. Just watch, it’ll come back to you.”Rengoku said, placing the two boys down before shouting Tengen's name.

"Pfftttt! “It’ll come back it you” my ass! This is so stupid!" Muichiro complained, backing up with Tanjiro and finding a small tree they could climb and get a better view. "Look at these fools! They're all grown adults acting like children!"

"Shh!!" Tanjiro hushed, trying not to laugh. “Don’t let them hear you!!”

"Oh please, it's fine! They know they're childish, especially Uzui. He's the biggest man child I’ve ever met. Not to mention the guy is old!”

"Uzui san isn’t that old!! He’s only twenty three!!" Tanjiro laughed, playfully shoving Muichiro who giggled.

"He already knows that's what I think about him. It's fine. The only two here who aren't crazy are Tomioka san and Himejima san." Muichiro replied, laughing as Tanjiro shoved him playfully. "I'm not kidding!!"

Their attention shifted to the shenanigans about to go down. In the center of the circle, Obanai and Tengen were facing off, circling around each other like animals ready to fight. Of course, Tengen looked as confident as ever, smiling and flexing his muscles, pointing at Tanjiro and Muichiro with a cocky grin. Obanai in return rolled his eyes at Tengen's cockiness but looked way less confident and more annoyed. Tanjiro had no idea how poor Obanai got roped into this but he assumed that Sanemi said something to him along the lines of him being too weak or a chicken which in turn forced him to face off against the taller man. Kaburamaru was wrapped around Obanai’s neck, hissing at Tengen who flinched.

“Get that snake outta here!! He might get squished!” Tengen gasped.

“His name isn’t “that snake”, Uzui! It’s Kaburamaru and he’ll be fine!” Obanai retorted, signaling to the Sound Hashira to bring it on. “He will help me!”

"C'MON IGURO! KICK THAT FLASHY BITCH'S ASS!" Sanemi shouted, pumping his fist in the air.

"YOU CAN DO THIS, OBI!" Mitsuri cheered, blowing a kiss to the Serpent Hashira who visibly blushed.

"I know you are short, Iguro! But kick Uzui in the balls and take him down!" Shinobu shouted, giving Tengen the middle finger as he glared at her. “It works every time!!”

The two suddenly launched themselves at one another, Obanai trying to go for a more tactical, battle like approach while Tengen just dodged and swept his left leg out, Obanai jumping over him but being knocked down as Tengen easily flipped the smaller man. Muichiro and Tanjiro let out a simultaneous gasp as poor Kaburamaru’s eyes went wide with fear, leaving Obanai to fend for himself and slithering away. Groaning as he hit the ground, Tengen quickly gained the upper hand, Obanai squawking loudly as fingers pressed into his sides.

Obanai didn’t have a loud laugh, but when he yelled, everyone could hear him. He was screeching and kicking, socking Tengen in the cheek but ultimately losing as the Sound Hashira easily tickled him into submission. Looking over at the bystanders, Obanai reached his arm out only for it to retract as Tengen tickled his armpits.

“GEHEHET HIM!!!” Obanai cried. “FREHEHEE FOR AHAHALL!! HEHELP ME!! I CAHAHAN’T TAKE HIM DOWN AHAHALONE!!”

“I’ll help!! MITSURI TO THE RESCUE!!” Mitsuri screeched, jumping onto Tengen’s back, her fingers going straight for his ribs. “Take this!! And this!! AND THIS!!”

“ACK!! GYAAHAHAHA KAHAHANROJI!!” Tengen cried, startled by the sudden attack.

“One half of the Rengoku-Tengen tickle team is down!! Help me!! We must AAAHHH!! HEAVY!! HELP!!! HE’S HEAVY!!” Mitsuri squealed, slapping Tengen’s bicep.

Tengen released Obanai with a laugh, rolling off of him but now focused his attention on his new attacker. Mitsuri held her own, wrapping her legs around the taller man as Tengen squeezed her thighs. Obanai growled upon seeing Tengen touching Mitsuri and jumped in, Tengen screaming as Obanai squeezed harshly up and down his sides.

“Leave Mitsuri alone!!” he snapped, laughing as Tengen squeezed his sides in return. “Only I can touch her legs!!”

“HAHAA!! SOHOHORRY!! IHIHI DIDN’T KNOW SHEHEHE WAS YOUR PROPEHEHEHERY!!” Tengen wheezed, Obanai growling at him and tickling him with more force.

Seeing this as a free for all, Sanemi and Shinobu joined in, launching themselves at Obanai.

“ATTAAAAACCCKKKK!!!”

Sanemi easily knocked Obanai down with a loud battle cry, Shinobu holding him down by sitting on his hands while Sanemi teased and taunted his friend, laughing as Obanai quickly and easily pushed Shinobu off of his hands. Rengoku had set his sights on Giyuu who was shaking his head from a distance away from the chaos, Gyomei taking Sanemi down and letting Obanai tickle him as revenge while Shinobu ran over to Mitsuri’s aid and tickled Tengen’s thighs.

Muichiro and Tanjiro laughed as Rengoku tried to grab Giyuu but the Water Hashira let out a forceful yet soft “no” and kicked the Flame Hashira in the shin. Rengoku jumped around on his left foot, the pain from the kick distracting him enough to let Giyuu book it over to the two teens, hiding behind them and shoving poor Muichiro off of the branch he was holding onto.

“AAHH!! HEYYY!!” Muichiro gasped, missing Tanjiro’s hand.

“Sorry, Muichiro!” Giyuu whispered, resting his arm on Tanjiro’s head, a rare grin on his face as Rengoku caught Muichiro, pressing him close to his chest. “Hello Tanjiro.”

“Hi Giyuu san.” Tanjiro replied, looking at Muichiro with worry on his face.

“Tomioka san!!” Muichiro gasped. “No!! Nonono! I am not a part of thi-IHIHIS!! REHEHENGOKU SAHAHAN!! STAHAHAP!!”

“Nah, I wanted Tomioka but you will have to do now.” Rengoku laughed, setting poor Muichiro down and squeezing his tummy, suddenly getting tackled as Sanemi and Tengen all teamed up to take him down.

Watching in shock, Tanjiro looked all around at the chaos, Muichiro lying on the grass, recovering from the shock only to burst into laughter as Gyomei walked over to Muichiro and sat next to him, tickling the Mist Hashira’s stomach. Mitsuri was behind them giving Obanai the raspberry of his life. He wasn’t upset but clearly having a good time since it was Mitsuri. On the other side, Tanjiro saw Shinobu approach, Giyuu suddenly growing nervous and dropping down from the tree, ready to run away.

“Tomioka…” she said, Giyuu glaring at her.

“I don’t want to participate.” he replied, yelping as Tanjiro gestured for Shinobu to have at it with poor Giyuu. “Tanjiro!!”

“Don’t use Tanjiro as a human shield you wimp! He can’t protect you!! Come and face us!!” Shinobu giggled, stumbling backwards as Giyuu pushed her forcefully and ran, Shinobu giving chase. “Are you that antisocial?”

“I JUST DON’T WANT TO PARTICIPATE!! WHOAAA!!”

Tanjiro burst into laughter as Giyuu suddenly tripped over Tengen’s outstretched leg and practically faceplanted onto Rengoku’s stomach. This caught Rengoku’s attention and he trapped Giyuu, wrapping his legs around Giyuu’s thighs and pulling his arms up. With the attention now on the poor Water Hashira who started screaming, everyone started to gang up on him, Muichiro seeing his opportunity to escape and get to Tanjiro for safety. Tanjiro climbed down the tree and chuckled. Tanjiro knew Muichiro was fine, having tickled him mercilessly countless times since becoming friends but the teen looked a bit frazzled.

“You okay, Muichiro?” Tanjiro asked, giggling. “You look like you saw a ghost.”

“I-I’m fine…” he sighed, shuddering. “I wasn’t expecting to be dragged into that! So uncalled for- oh no…Tanjiro!! Tanjiro!!!”

Confused, Tanjiro turned around to see Rengoku chuckling and smiling at him. Normally, this would make Tanjiro run and hug his mentor but that smile he had held mischief in it. Chuckling nervously, Tanjiro waved at Rengoku.

“Hey young Kamado, come get in on the action!” Rengoku invited, gesturing for him to join.

“Uh…n-no thank you!” Tanjiro declined politely, shaking his head with a shy smile. “I’m not a Hashira. I don’t wish to impose…”

“You’re not imposing, Tanjiro! Trust me!” Shinobu added, her sweet smile hiding sinister intent. “Also, you have Tokito kun hiding behind you. He’s a part of this.”

“Come here, Tokito kun! I didn’t get to tickle you yet!” Mitsuri giggled, Muichiro containing fear and anticipation in his turquoise blue eyes.

“Noooo!! I am not a part of this!” Muichiro squeaked, only hugging Tanjiro tighter. “Leave me alone you bullies!!!”

“Don’t you want to become a Hashira, Tanjiro Kamado?” Tengen added, smirking as Tanjiro nearly tripped over Muichiro’s foot. “You must at least get into one of these flashy fights with the God of Festivals!”

“I mean…sure, I guess but I’d rather not join…” Tanjiro stammered, backing up. “N-not until I am a Hashira at least…”

“Come on Tanjiro!! Let’s get outta here!!” Muichiro cried, pushing Tanjiro away from the others. “Let’s run!!”

“Don’t be a wimp, you two!” Sanemi barked, glaring at him. “The others may see that you have Hashira potential but Iguro and I still don’t see it!” Obanai nodded in agreement.

“Even more of a reason not to join…” Tanjiro said. “I mean, if you don’t think I belong with you guys, there’s no reason to join…right???”

“Tokito, aren’t you a Hashira too?” Obanai asked, Muichiro shaking his head frantically.

Looking to Gyomei and Giyuu, they stepped aside, deciding that they were done with the tickle fight but the others weren’t going to give up. Gyomei and Giyuu shrugged, signaling that Tanjiro and Muichiro were on their own.

Rengoku grabbed Muichiro as he tried to get away with Tanjiro and lifted him up, the teen gasping as he was hoisted up. Seeing that Rengoku lifted him up by his legs and he was facing away from the Flame Hashira, Muichiro remembered a trick Yuichiro used to do to their father whenever he’d grab him in a similar manner. With no warning, Muichiro slammed his butt into Rengoku’s face with all his might, seeing that as the only way to break free of his grasp since no amount of kicking or pushing would free him.

“PUT! ME! DOWN!!” Muichiro grunted, slamming his butt into Rengoku’s face with each word. “I! WILL! NOT! STOP! UNTIL! YOU! LET! ME! GO!!”

The shock of Muichiro fighting back in the way he was sent everyone into a fit of laughter, Rengoku yelping before finally dropping Muichiro. Tanjiro laughed as he ran over to Muichiro. Tengen quickly scooped Muichiro up, giving the boy’s stomach a squeeze, the loud shriek of Muichiro’s panicked laughter echoing.

“HEHEHELP!! TAHAHANJIRO!! HEHEHEADBUTT THIHIHIS MAHAHAN CHILD!!!” Muichiro screeched, slapping Tengen’s hands.

“Oh but Tokito, Tanjiro wouldn’t dare headbutt the flashiest Hashira around!!” Tengen boasted, sending Tanjiro a wink. “He knows he’s next that’s why.”

Tanjiro looked from Muichiro to Tengen and weighed his options. He surely wasn’t about to headbutt Tengen since he expects it but there was one more option. He slowly approached Tengen and looked at him, puffing his cheeks out with his angriest expression and kicked Tengen’s shin, causing the Sound Hashira to yell in pain. This sudden act sent the other Hashira into more fits of laughter but nothing compared to the laughter that erupted when Tanjiro stepped on Tengen’s toes for an extra distraction.

“OWWW!!! TANJIRO KAMADO!!” Tengen howled, hopping up and down.

“Quick! They’re distracted! Run!!” Tanjiro shouted, helping Muichiro to his feet.

Grabbing his hand, Muichiro pushed off with all his might, dragging a startled Tanjiro for a few yards before the sun breathing user caught his footing and began to pump his legs. A quick look behind them showed the Hashira giving chase.

“Hey!! Don’t run off, young Kamado!” Rengoku shouted. “Young Tokito, don’t help him! You’re supposed to be on our side!!”

“NOT TODAY!” Muichiro cried, running as fast as he could. “I AM NOT A HASHIRA TODAY!!!“

Tanjiro and Muichiro quickly ran away, Aoi noticing them and ushering them through the gate before closing it and going back to doing the laundry, acting as if she saw nothing. As the rest of the Hashira ran past her, the men knocked over the laundry basket, Aoi sighing with exasperation before bending down to pick it up. At least Mitsuri, Gyomei, Shinobu and Giyuu stopped to help her.

#tickletober 2023 #augtickletober2023 #demon slayer tickling #tickle fic #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #muichiro tokito #tanjiro kamado #kyojuro rengoku #sanemi shinazugawa #obanai iguro #mitsuri kanroji #giyuu tomioka #gyomei himejima #shinobu kocho #tengen uzui

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reinababbles · 1 year ago

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longing for more [iv]

⤷ Uzui Tengen x Fem!Reader x Rengoku Kyojuro

♡ portal ♡ demon slayer ♡ series ♡ words: 1.6k | reading: n/a

tags fem!reader, slow burn (not kidding in the slightest), angst central, smut (other parts), emotional cheating, fluff, depression, manipulation, maladaptive daydreaming. (lmk if i missed any!)

Tengen made you want to curl up into a ball. You woke up with a mission, to prove that his kisses were just out of habit, or him even speaking to you at all, for the matter. A recipe for disaster, considering that conversation last night with him admitting that he was seeking a fresh slate, instead of actually reading what was written on the previous one.

‘Why was it so difficult for him to even say things that aren’t full of double meanings! “Oh, y/n, our marriage is in shambles and we have no intimacy besides soulless kisses because you don’t have the memory of a goldfish” I mean, what was he even saying?’ You thought to yourself as you angrily tussled with your hair in the morning, wanting it to look nice for Senjuro’s dedicated day. He mentioned that he liked your hair in a braid, just like the first time you ever arrived to take care of the Rengoku Estate.

Tengen had jokingly told you that the hairstyle made you look like a complete rookie amongst other things, and you didn’t dare do that style again, but today it didn’t matter. Does he even look at you that closely now, anyway? Your mind started to picture what would happen later on, how Kyojuro would probably be extremely attentive, and how Senjuro would be off the rails with excitement and tackle you, his growing strength every day making it painfully joyful. Even Shinjuro made it less of a habit to upset his children, at least while you were around, and thinking about the time when he told you he looks forward to your tea, which had you gloating to Kyojuro, who was very surprised.

Going downstairs, thankfully Tengen was nowhere to be seen yet, and the wives were all stuffing their faces. You gave side hugs to all of them and excitedly told them your daily greetings, and served yourself a plate and fresh tea. Hina speaks up, “You’re so… new today, y/n!” You grin ear to ear “I’m just starving” you say as you bit into bread that wasn’t stored well overnight. Tengen opened the front door and calls for you as you take your last sip. The girls all scramble to watch from the door as you get inside the carriage, before Tengen invites himself on as well.

He leans down and kisses your lips for a few seconds before putting his arm over your shoulder as he whispered, “Good morning, my love” followed by your mumbled “Morning.” Nearing the Estate, you realized that Kyojuro was outside, sweeping. Your heart started beating as you saw his focused face as he was oblivious. You snuck a glance at Tengen to see him looking to his side, watching the markets nearby. You step in between Tengen’s legs, pressing a kiss to his temple before stepping off. “Thank you, love. I’ll see you at home.” You looked at him with a blank expression as he did the same, just smiling without showing teeth.

You adjusted your clothes and hair before starting to walk, eventually meeting Kyojuro’s eyes. He inched closer to you, “How was your morning, y/n?” You let out a sigh of relief “If excitement could explain it all… yours?” Kyojuro closed his eyes “I haven’t slept well these past few nights, y/n. But-” “y/n!” Senjuro comes running from the garden and hugs you. You and Kyojuro share a look of amusement as you are dragged inside.

Senjuro was clinging onto you as you put water to boil and prepared a simple breakfast, talking your head off. He was excited about meeting the other kids in his neighborhood after breakfast, and you were doing flips in your head over having the house ready for the surprise with no distractions during preparations. He was such a quiet and timid child, at least around others, so this was a pleasant surprise.

Kyojuro came up behind you two and spoke softly “What are you guys up to?” You jumped in response, causing Senjuro to let go and giggle as he ran to the table. “I’m almost done with breakfast-” you turn to look at him. “After eating you should sleep for a while.” Kyojuro’s eyes were so bright and welcoming. He was so close, his scent was- “Just for a little while, I have to help Sen, and you…” he finished with a smile. You could only nod and finish preparing the meal.

As the boys were eating, you were cleaning the kitchen. Kyojuro and Sen made their way to his playdate. You began laying out all of the ingredients for the meal that takes the longest, and are peeling vegetables as Kyojuro walks inside. Without missing a beat he grabs the necessary pots, and begins dealing with the meats, as per your request. You started blushing as he stood to your left and would move his arm behind you in order to move ingredients to the pot you were mixing, his arm occasionally making contact with your right shoulder.

After he’s done, you look at him apologetically, “You should take a nap. I can wake you up when I need you, really.” He smiles and nods, excusing himself to the couch. After the two separate meals are left to finish cooking, you watch his chest slowly rise and fall, his lips forming a pout as he laid upright with his arms crossed. Getting closer to sit with a book on the opposite seat, you hear light snoring, giggling to yourself as you open your book.

The soup you’re making starts boiling over, causing you to clumsily speed walk back into the kitchen. Cracking open the lid, some bubbles of soup travel to your white apron, causing you to furrow your brows in frustration and groan. You remove your apron and Kyojuro grabs it from your hand and observes it. “Did you get burned? I’ll clean this for you.” He grabs some soap and heads to the garden after you nod your head no. Kyojuro gets down on one knee in front of the basin filled halfway with water to wash your apron. You are in a trance, seeing his wide shoulders and arms holding the washboard, veins popping out under his rolled sleeves. Kyojuro seems to notice you staring and turns his head, laughing. You just can’t seem to gather up a response to his actions today. He eventually stood up and hung the apron with other clothes to dry in the sun.

You tell Kyojuro that the food is ready, and he stands outside to greet Senjuro who should be arriving at any moment, since the sun won’t be out for much longer. You alert Shinjuro on the food being ready and he grunts after mumbling that he might join. You go outside to join Kyojuro, standing side by side. “y/n, how are things?” You widen your eyes but don’t make eye contact. You begin mumbling “Things are fine. Tengen is just busy lately. I don’t blame him… Exhausting sometimes-” Kyojuro speaks up, “I do wonder what goes on in his mind…” Suddenly he’s giving you a side hug, wiping away a single tear you didn’t know was running down your face. He wasn’t saying anything, much less looking at you. After the embarrassment dawns on you, you thankfully spot Senjuro and remove yourself from his strong arm.

At the table, the 3 of you were eating your meals, with Shinjuro hanging about in the shadows, eating on the couch. Senjuro brightens up with each bite. “I love it! I want some more, tomorrow!” I smile, “You can reheat it tomorrow! It’s just enough for you, too.” Kyojuro finishes chewing and exclaims “She did this all for you, since she won’t be here during your actual birthday, Sen” His eyes flicker over to you, getting you embarrassed because your mouth is full. “Mhm!” You sound, trying to chew. Senjuro’s bright face formed into a semi frown as he processed this, and said “I wish you could be here with us…” You could hear even a pin drop, the awkward silence was killing you.

After dinner, Senjuro was doing paper crafts as you and Kyojuro were supervising him until your carriage was supposed to come. You both kept smiling at each other, warm just by looking at his sweet widened eyes. Kyojuro put his hand on your shoulder opposite to you in a side hug, leaning in to whisper “You’ve made us so happy today.” “Us?” You whisper back. “Of course! A wonderful meal, as always, and I bet Sen really appreciated your efforts.” Shivers are sent down your spine, he sounded so gruff. He’s so close for the second time today. You smile up at him, your blush hidden, as his face is relaxed and comfortable.

You heard the carriage wheels due to it being so quiet, Kyojuro let you go slowly before taking a few steps back, rubbing Senjuro’s head. Seeing Tengen arrive on the carriage made your heart drop. Climbing inside, you don’t say anything and offer a side smile. Tengen leaned in close to you, for the purpose of sniffing your clothing. He planted a kiss on your cheek before sitting upright, “Did you forget to wear your apron today?” Looking down at yourself, you notice you left it at the Estate, sighing quietly to yourself. “I must have forgotten it there…” “Hmm? Why did you take it off?” He turned to face you. “It got dirty as I open-” His eyes turn into slits, “Dirty? From what?” You groan rather loudly “Don’t start questioning things if you won’t even let me finish talking, Tengen.” The rest of the ride was silent, with you turning your body away from him. You wonder if he feels what you feel when his mind is elsewhere.

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You know this been crossing my mind but this is a request but short here is the new request is short if you think about

Where tengen was fighting daki and gyutaro but he didn't know about a new demon sibling this one is far stronger and well this man fall in love with this demon

If is possible if that the demon is a another male but much more bild then daki and gyutaro

( and if possible tengen as a genderfluid)

Just in case this mysterious demon is a male reader or y/n

I'm sorry 🙏 if I'm asking much but this cross my mind so forgive me and have a goodnight/ day

This is super interesting, so I’ll do my best to make it work.💜

Another One?

Female Tengen Uzui x Male Demon Reader

Angst, Kind of Fluffy, Tengen having a crush on reader. Badass demon reader. Pretty fluffy and reader being indifferent to his siblings. I changed it up a little from the prompt.

Tengen Uzui pov

The battle was over and our wounds were too great. The entertainment district was in ruins now, but at least those pesky demons were killed. The brother took my hand and my eye, but other than that I'm just fine. Especially after Tanjiros sister, Nezuko, healed me. My husbands were releved and so was I. The boar head kid and the ugly one were pretty roughed up as well, but they were still alive. I tossed my head back against the wall with a sigh. My husband Sumio was still crying on my chest, Makio was checking my injuries, and Hino was touching my face gently. I was glad that I was still alive so I could still be with them, my sweet husbands. Just then, I started shaking as a deep chuckling voice as steps approached us. Groining, I got up despite the protests from my husbands, ready for another fight.

"Hey, no need to stand up pretty lady." The voice said.

As the footsteps got closer, my worst fear came true, another upper rank demon. He was tall and well built with large shoulders and a small waist. His hair was h/c and his eyes were a vibrant shade of green and e/c. He wasn't ugly like the other demons I just fought and I found myself surprised that a demon could even be handsome.

He then kneeled down and smirked at me. As his eyes takes across my battered body. Unfortunately, this caused a blush to grace my pale bruised skin. My mind was in a frenzy not just because of the fight, but because of the sight before me. He might have been the best looking demon I've ever seen. Hell, he even put humans to shame, except for my husbands of course.

"Get the hell away from us." Makio threatened in a protective stance.

"Woah there, I'm not here to hurt ya. I just want to talk." The demon said as his eyes never left mine.

"Who the hell are you?" I coughed

"Y/N, and those two demons you just killed were my siblings. I just came to say thank you." Y/N stated sitting down.

"Wait, why are you thanking me." I asked

'Because sweetheart, I really hated those two. Always nagging at each other. Especially Daki, gods she was a pest." Y/N groaned

"But they are your siblings, you shouldn't say that." Tanjiro yelled at him.

"Hush now kid, save your strength. They weren't much of siblings to begin with. Shouldn't love someone if they refuse to love you back." Y/N proclaimed with an 'I don't give a fuck attitude'.

"Are you gonna try and kill us?" I questioned him

"Nah, you're not really worth my time. It's a shame though, I watched you fight and I gotta say I'm impressed. Not a lot of people who fought my little brother managed to walk away alive, let alone kill him. Although, no one has ever come close to beating me either." He boasted.

"Thanks, I guess." I said

"Anytime sweet heart. Say, you want those wounds healed?" He questioned scooting closer.

"Do not touch Lady Tengen!" Hino screamed pointing his blade at him.

"Calm down handsome, I'm not gonna kill him." he yawned

"How do I know its not a trick?" I asked confidently. He then came closer, much to the protests of my husbands. Y/N then lifted his hand and tilted my chin up so he could look in my good eye.

"It's a shame that my brother had the audacity to take out of of these pretty eyes. Eyes like these should never be hurt." He cooed

His other hand then made it way to my stomach and glowing light appeared out of his hand. It was slightly painful, but that feeling was overshadowed by the way he was looking at me. My blush was even deeper now and I felt myself wanting nothing more than to feel his lips on my cut lips. His other hand was still on my chin as his eyes never left mine.

"Close your eyes." He commanded

As I closed my eyes, I could feel his blood demon art working through my body. It felt as though he was reconstructing every cell and replacing it with a stronger new one. It was a strange sensation, but one that left me wanting more.

"Now, let me see those pretty eyes of yours." He cooed

Opening my eyes, I looked around me seeing the releaved faces of my husbands and the kids. I looked down at my hand to see if it was still gone. Except, it was now back, nail polish and all. It was like magic and I felt myself for the first time in my flashy life, being fully and completly thankful to a demon. I looked up to see his towering figure doing the same to my husbands and then to the kids. A wide smile graced my face, knowing that they had recovered.

"Well, I'm off then. The sun is almost up and I really don't want to end up like my siblings." He stated smiling down at me.

"Wait-" I yelled getting up and making my way to the demon.

"Hmm what is it pretty girl? Ya sad to see me go." He asked

"Absolutely not." I lied

"Then what is it?" He cooed

"Thank you." I whispered

"What was that?" He asked bring up one of his hands to cup his left ear as he smirked.

"Oh you heard me." I sassed

"Whatever, I gotta get goin, see ya." he said as he began walking away.

"Thank you!" I exclmained rolling my eyes

"Anytime, pretty lady." He screamed back

"My name is Tengen Uzui, you oaf." I sassed putting my hand on my hip.

"See you around beautiful Tenge Uzui." He responded and in a flash he sped away from my sight.

"Lady Tengen, what just happened?" Sumio questioned with a tearstained face.

"Honey, I've got no idea." I said thinking to myself the same thing.

These last few days were nothing but chaos. I went from losing a hand and an arm, to them magically appearing back in moments. And everyone's wounds disapearing as if in thin air. I stood there as the sun peaked through the mountains questioning if I it was real. And a horror of a thought came across my mind. Was I falling in love with a demon?

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