#genya save me... genya... save me genya...

[demonslayedher]

Things that went through my head while watching this episode (in 2025!)

--Everybody's faces in this arc are dough. It was Gotouge's dough period. Dough and googly-eyes. And some more tongues and teeth than usual for fun. Gotta keep pushing Zenitsu to more powerful levels.

--And Ufotable was like, "Maybe Sensei can get away with this in little tiny manga panels, but we are known for how hard we go on animation. Uhhhh..."

--"Don't worry, we can do this. We are going to honor the dough faces. We are gonna honor those bug-eyed dough faces so hard. Enough to justify 8 whole episodes of runtime."

--"Yes, but how? By slowing everything down? By adding filler?"

--"By... by drowning Zenitsu!!"

--"OHHHH!!!! Shimono-san will surely make a masterpiece of this!!! Get Hanae-san in there too!"

--"We can't drown Tanjiro! That's not allowed!"

--"No!! It will be silly! It will be so silly as he tries to save Zenitsu. They will be blubbering and chanting sutras and screaming all at once. It will be amazing. And it's going to work BECAUSE of the dough faces. And because we are Ufotable, the water is going to be beautiful."

--"Ohhhhh!!!! Genius!!!"

--But still, it is not as good at Tanjiro BRINGING INOSUKE BACK FROM THE BRINK OF DEATH. You know, that thing that just casually happens sometimes. Casual for everyone except Tanjiro, who is traumatized by it every time.

--One of my very favorite Gotouge doodles is Himejima smashing Inosuke's head to the ground. What a statement.

--Gosh, this made me want to go stand in a waterfall so bad. (Unfortunately, every time I have tried, the weather did not cooperate. Like, either flooding or waterfalls left at their driest in ten years. Nature does not want me to be cool.)

--Murata works so hard.

--So does Nakime, and she gets praised for it.

--Love using the crows flying overhead to announce when parts of the training are done.

--I love the added detail of all these guys who haven't given up on the training having a bunch of scars. They may not be on Tanjiro's level, but gosh dang it, they have survived for a reason. I wonder if (and where, and when?) we'll be seeing them later?

--It hits SO HARD to see Genya just... be normal.

--When he's not freaking out in understandably stressful situations or acting like a scared animal backed into a corner and trying to puff himself up to look like a threat, Genya is... a pretty normal dude.

--He could have just lived a peaceful, normal dude life and that would have been fine. Everyone would have been happy for him.

--The way that he can Tanjiro can just talk instead of bring out each other's stupidest sides and react to one another (ala Kamaboko style) is so refreshing. My gosh.

--And then they meet up again later and just. Go back to simple talking. The most low-stress interactions these two have in the whole series, with just about anyone as their interlocutor.

--Genya is just so wonderfully chill when his anxiety isn't getting the best of him (anxiety can often take the form of anger, and I think that is where a lot of Genya's defensiveness stems from).

--Himejima spying on the boys AND NOT BEING NOTICED AT ALL is so my jam. Like, this time time, Himejima is just doing his own thing. At some point he leaves the mountain entirely to go visit Kagaya. The crows are the ones overseeing the completion of the training. Himejima isn't even supervising. He's just pushing his own rocks in the background. Lighting himself on fire because whatever, it's got nothing to do with those guys' waterfall meditation. (Tanjiro is sure gonna get lucky that Himejima happened to be around when he is dying of thirst... again.)

[kantsuri]

CHERRY POPPER ! [18+]

(Part 1) You live for the way Genya turns beet red the moment you give him even the tiniest bit of attention. It's adorable, really, and you wonder what else you can do that might push him over the edge !

Genya's heart stutters at the sound of your soft greeting, a flush of deep crimson blooming across his cheeks. He hadn’t expected to run into you at the Butterfly Estate—especially since your visits are so rare. His throat tightens, and he swallows hard, dark purple eyes flickering nervously across your face before darting away.

“H-Hey…” He mumbles, and it’s clear as day that he’s struggling to maintain his usual gruff demeanor despite the flustered, shy feeling welling up inside him. You find it so painfully adorable. His large hands clench and release at his sides, unsure of where to put them.

Genya takes a small, hesitant step back, creating some distance between your bodies. Yet he remains acutely aware of your presence, the subtle scent of your hair, the gentle sway of your body as you move is almost too much for him to process, his body visibly overheating.

"I didn't expect to see you here," he continues, his voice a bit rougher than intended. He clears his throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "I mean, uh, uhm-”

“Careful, don’t hurt yourself,” you laugh softly, stepping a little closer to him. You can’t resist teasing him when he reacts so cutely. “I just stopped by to drop something off for Kocho-san.” 

You feign a curious glance around, rising onto your tiptoes to peer over his shoulder. “Doesn’t look like she’s around right now,” you murmur, a playful glint in your eye. “Guess I’ll hang around for a bit.”

“You…You can wait in my room, if you want. I was just heading there anyway,” Genya blurts out before he can stop himself. His eyes go wide as the words escape, and he immediately slaps a hand over his mouth. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“Is that so?” You interrupt with a smirk. “Well then, lead the way.”

Genya stares at you, startled, color rising in his cheeks. There’s a beat of silence before he swallows hard, heart hammering in his chest. The realization hits him all at once—he’s about to be alone with you.

“O-Oh! R-right!” He stammers, words coming out a bit too eagerly. He tries to mask his flustered energy with a rough cough. “I mean—It’s no trouble. This way.”

As the two of you begin to walk, Genya becomes painfully aware of every small detail: the brush of your shoulder against his, the rhythm of your footsteps in sync with his own, the warm presence of you beside him. He keeps his pace steady, careful not to move too fast—partly for you, mostly because his knees feel like they might give out at any moment.

“So, um, how was your mission?” Genya asks, his voice softer now, trying to ease the quiet tension between you. He scratches at the back of his neck, glancing your way. “Did you run into any trouble with the demons? I mean, I know you’re strong and all, but I still worry…”

He pauses, realizing a little too late how much he’s just revealed. “I-I mean—We need you in top form, as a Hashira, of course,” he adds quickly, stumbling over his words as he tries to save face.

You let out a small laugh. “Thanks for worrying so much about me, but I’m fine. My mission went smoothly,” you reply with a smile, locking eyes with him.

He flushes instantly, the tips of his ears turning pink as he averts his gaze.

“Oh, Genya,” you tease, leaning in slightly. “You’re red! Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

His face grows even redder, the blush creeping down his neck as he fidgets under your gaze. He rubs the back of his neck, clearly trying—and failing—to compose himself.

“Y-Yep! All good!” He blurts out, sneaking a quick glance at you. When he sees the playful smirk dancing on your lips, a strange flutter of embarrassment and happiness stirs in his chest.

Before long, you reach his room. With a quiet breath, Genya steps ahead, placing a hand gently at the small of your back as he pushes the door open, guiding you inside the dimly lit space.

And just like that—you decide you’ve had enough waiting.

With a swift motion, you press him back against the closed door. Genya lets out a startled yelp, eyes wide as he looks down at you, stunned.

“W-What!” He shrieks, voice crackling slightly. “[N-Name]-san, what are you doing?!” His heart is pounding so hard he thinks it might burst out of his chest. You’re so close to him, too close, and it’s making it nearly impossible for him to think straight. The way he squirms under your gaze only makes it more tempting for you to fuck him.

Genya lets out a sharp gasp as he feels your hand cup his dick, his entire body stiffening. His eyes widen and his blush deepens even further, turning a shade of red you didn't think was possible for human skin.

He hisses under his breath, glancing around nervously to make sure no one had seen your brazen action. He can’t believe you would be so bold, so shameless in your advances towards him. He tries to regain control over the situation, but the feeling of your hand on his hardening length makes it nearly impossible. He grits his teeth, his breath coming out in short, sharp gasps.

"D-Don't...Don't do that..." He warns, his voice a bit breathless. But even as he says it, he makes no move to push you away entirely. Instead, he keeps a tight grip on your wrist.

“Tell me no if you really don’t want this,” you smirk, looking into his eyes. He whimpers as he looks down at you, closing his eyes and turning away, body relaxing in acceptance.

“Good boy.”

His cock twitches at that, making you giggle. Genya's eyes flicks down to your lips, lingering there for a long moment before rising to meet your eyes again. The desperation in his eyes is unmistakable, showing just how much your touch has unraveled him. He’s breathless, flustered, completely undone and entirely at your mercy, but it still isn’t enough for you.

Genya finds himself pulled into you, your lips crashing against his own in a desperate, hungry kiss. He hesitates for a moment, caught off guard, then melts into you with a soft groan.

His large hands land on your shoulders, then slide upward, fingers weaving into your hair. He gently tilts your head back to deepen the kiss, his tongue clumsily exploring your mouth to taste you fully.

Genya kicks off his shoes and shrugs out of his yukata, kissing you all the while, guiding you with him as he moves towards the bed. He can’t believe this is happening, that he’s finally getting to hold you like this, to feel your body mold against his own. It’s everything he's ever dreamed of and more. 

He lays you down gently, climbing over you, bringing you impossible closer. You pat on his back lightly to signal him to break off, and he reluctantly does so, giving you a small whine. Genya watches as your eyes gaze downwards, eyeing his member that is throbbing against you. He flushes at the realization that you can feel how hard he is, how much he wants you. The evidence of his arousal is impossible to hide. 

“Do you want me to touch you again, Genya?” You coo, bring your hand to caress his heated cheek.

He swallows thickly, cheeks burning as he nods jerkily in response. 

"Y-Yes..." He breathes out, his voice a hoarse whisper. He can’t bring himself to say it any louder, too embarrassed and aroused to voice his desire out loud. Instead, he guides your hand with his own, placing your palm flat against the rigid outline of his cock.

“I-It’s so hard because of you, [Name]-san. Please touch me.”

Genya shudders at the contact, his hips bucking slightly into your touch. He’s already leaking, a damp spot forming on the fabric of his pants. He knows he’s being too impatient, but he can't help himself. He’s waited so long for this moment, dreamed of it countless times. And now that it’s finally happening, he’s determined to make the most of it.

"Touch me, [Name]-san..." He urges, whining pathetically. His breath is hot against your skin, his chest heaving with each breath. "Please, I need you to touch me..."

You shush him. “Quiet. Be patient with me, okay? I’m not going anywhere.” 

Genya lets out a shuddering groan as you finally free his aching cock, the thick shaft springing up to slap against his stomach. He’s already rock hard, the swollen head an angry purple and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. His length is impressive, thick and long and pulsing with need. You hum to yourself; you only expected it.

“You’re so cute, aren’t you Genya? With an even cuter cock…”

He can’t help but blush even harder, head ready to explode from how heated his face is. Genya watches with hooded eyes as your fingers wrap around his shaft, your hand encircling his girth. He lets out a low hiss of pleasure as you begin to stroke him, his hips rocking into your touch. 

"F-Fuck..." He gasps out, throwing his head back as you work his cock. His hand slides up to grip the pillow underneath you, holding it firmly as he fights the urge to thrust into your fist. Your hand is slick with his arousal; he’s leaking so much.

"Your hand feels so good, [Name]-san…”

“Mhm, now switch positions with me,” you sit up, holding Genya’s back to lie him on the bed. He looks absolutely wrecked, and you can’t feel even more proud of your work.

“Hips up, Genya,” you say, lifting his lower half to completely remove his pants and undergarments. “I’m gonna suck your dick now, ‘kay?”

Genya lets out a strangled moan as he feels your tongue flick out to lap at the weeping slit of his cock, his hips jerking involuntarily at the sudden burst of pleasure. His hand finds its place on your head, fingers tightening in your hair, gripping the strands almost painfully as he struggles to maintain control.

"Ahhh, fuck! [Name]-san, w-wait..." he chokes out, voice trembling with desperation, each word laced with a pleading whine. His eyes glisten, the threat of tears already brimming.

His muscles flex beneath his skin as he fights the urge to thrust into your mouth. He can feel the heat of your breath on his shaft, could see the way your lips parted slightly as you prepared to take him in.

Genya surrenders to the pleasure, hips surging forward to push the head of his cock past your lips. He shudders as your mouth envelops him, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head and lapping up everything he’s giving you.

"So good, so good, [Name]-san,” he mewls, toes curling. His grip on your hair tightens, guiding your head as you begin to bob up and down on his shaft. 

He’s already so close to the edge, his balls drawing up tight against his body. Genya lets out a moan that borders on a roar as you take him deep into your throat, his cock disappearing inch by inch into the warm, velvety heat of your mouth. His eyes roll back in his head.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!" He sobs, hips thrusting to fuck your face with short, sharp bursts. He’s completely lost in the pleasure, consumed by the wet heat engulfing him, the way your tongue massages his shaft. He’s close.

His hand stays firmly on your head as he cums into your mouth, hot and thick, painting your tongue with his release. He gasps through it, panting like a dog in heat, tears streaking down his cheeks. You pull back with a soft, wet pop, swallowing every drop he so eagerly gave you. When you meet his gaze, satisfaction gleams in your eyes. His once neat mohawk is now a mess, disheveled from his own restless movements. His strands fall over his flushed face, framing him in a way that makes him look almost boyish; you find it utterly adorable.

Panting softly, Genya gazes at you with pure adoration, his dark purple eyes glistening. He pulls you close, pressing your frame flush against his own, arms wrapping around you. He dips his head, hiding his reddening face into the crook of your neck as a shy, sheepish grin tugs at his lips. He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply as he holds you close.

“I want to make you feel good too, [Name]-san…”

[seri-tonin]

God I miss when I was really into demon slayer. Everything was so much simpler back then

[princeblue]

I like to think in modern au Sanemi actually knows the Kochou sisters for quite a few years, maybe they’re childhood friends. So when they adopt Kanao and they’re like “oh she needs more friends, can we introduce her to Genya?” Sanemi is like “….sure” knowing how fucking socially awkward Genya is.

And I imagine that they’re looking at each other like this when they meet

And Sanemi, Shinobu and Kanae are looking at them like this

And like it works out in the end cuz childhood besties genkana ftw but the vision of this whole ordeal has me chuckling like an idiot

[tobyblue-wolf]

Curse Energy User Senjuro AU

So, this is a very loose AU, but here's the basics; Ruka's family were full of Curse Users, and Ruka had basic knowledge of their connections to The King of Curses before she married Shinjuro. Kyojuro isn't born with cursed energy, but he's still powerful. Senjuro, however, is born with cursed energy.

The connection between Sukuna and Senjuro is very muddy, but i personally describe their relationship to be like. Sukuna is Senjuro's Mahoraga, but sukuna is actually fond of Senjuro.

Anyways, i have a few other videos, but we'll post those later

[tanjir0se]

The first time i ever draw Sanemi and he’s pissed off beyond recognition. Very on brand

[araccoonthatlikesmurder]

I think Genya would be a way more interesting MC for Demon Slayer not just because he can’t use the main form of demon combat (breathing styles) but also because he doesn’t really have any major bloodline shenanigans. Sure the whole eating demons thing could count for that but his lack of capability in styles balances it out.

[yokumirumerafan]

DS x reader (you accidentally sent a nude to them)

I did this with MHA boys and it's Demon Slayer turn!! Hope you enjoy <33

Hashiras:

🔥 Rengoku ("EXCELLENT FORM, Y/N!— Wait, what is this?!")

He’s literally mid-bite into his food when he sees the notification pop up on his phone. He casually opens it, expecting something completely normal—AND THEN HE CHOKES. Literally almost dies. His brain freezes, and in a reflex, he blurts out, "UMAI!" before realizing WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SAY?!

After a full minute of staring, contemplating life choices, and sweating, he finally texts back:

"Ah, my love, is this the dish you intended to prepare for tonight?" 😳

(Translation: "I don’t know how to respond, so I'm pretending this is normal.")

🌊 Giyuu (internal crisis mode activated)

Giyuu opens the message, blinks once, blinks twice, then freezes like a Windows XP shutdown screen.

"Y/N… what the fuck… I’m at work."

BUT HE DOESN’T DELETE IT. Oh no, he saves it. But in his brain, he justifies it like, "Well, I’m her boyfriend, so it’s fine, right? I have a RIGHT to have my girlfriend’s photo, RIGHT?"

And now, he can't focus on his work because every time someone calls his name, he's thinking, Did they see? Do they know? Am I a disgrace to the Water Hashira name?

🌪 Sanemi (throws phone across the room)

The second he sees your name pop up with an image, he instinctively opens it. Big mistake.

He YEETS HIS PHONE ACROSS THE ROOM so hard it leaves a dent in the wall. "WHAT THE FUCK—"

After five minutes of pacing, running a hand through his hair, and cursing at thin air, he tiptoes over to pick up the phone, glances at it again (while muttering "just one more time"), and then saves it without thinking.

Two seconds later:

"You’re an idiot. But a fine-looking idiot. I’ll be teasing you about this forever."

And he DOES. Every chance he gets.

🎆 Tengen ("Flashy, but could use better lighting.")

Tengen examines the picture like a fucking ART CRITIC. His first thought isn’t "Wow, Y/N is hot." No, no. His first thought is: "This needs better lighting."

He literally squints at the screen, analyzing it like he’s about to write a professional review. Then he texts back:

"Next time, use the other lingerie set. And honestly, the lighting is a bit off—try positioning yourself near a window. Flashy things deserve proper presentation, after all."

His wives: "EXCUSE ME???" 💀💀💀

☁️ Muichiro ("Why would you send this? Oh well.")

He opens it. He blinks. He turns off his phone. He puts it in his pocket.

Five minutes later… he takes it out again.

He opens it one more time. He blinks again.

Then, without a single ounce of emotion, he saves it and deletes it five seconds later like he’s playing some kind of weird self-control game.

Finally, you get a text:

"Not sure what you want me to say."

💖 Mitsuri (blushes so hard she faints)

Poor girl. She literally malfunctions. As soon as she sees the image, she lets out the cutest little squeak and FLINGS HER PHONE.

She tries to calm herself down by drinking tea but her hands are shaking. She tries to breathe but her lungs are malfunctioning. She tries to text you back but her fingers won’t work.

Eventually, she FAINTS.

You don’t get a response for HOURS until she finally texts:

"OMG Y/N I DIDN’T EXPECT THAT BUT WOW YOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL BUT ALSO OMG I THINK I DIED FOR A SECOND???"

🐍 Obanai (stares in judgment but secretly combusts)

He reads the message. His face doesn’t change. His expression remains 100% deadpan.

But on the inside? His soul is burning in hellfire.

He grabs Kaburamaru, his snake, and just whispers, "What do I do with this?" 💀

Finally, he texts back:

"This is highly inappropriate."

...And then IMMEDIATELY follows up with:

"Not that I dislike it. Just saying."

Main Trio + Genya:

🐉 Tanjiro (IMMEDIATE APOLOGY TEXT BACK)

The moment he opens the picture, his soul leaves his body.

He panics so hard he starts BOWING TO HIS PHONE.

Then, he starts typing like a madman.

"I'M SORRY! I DIDN’T MEAN TO SEE THIS, I SHOULDN’T HAVE LOOKED, PLEASE FORGIVE ME, I RESPECT YOU, I WILL DELETE THIS, I AM UNWORTHY—"

⚡ Zenitsu (NO THOUGHTS, JUST NOSEBLEED)

Zenitsu SCREAMS. FAINTS. DIES. REVIVES.

Then he saves it.

Then he faints again.

Then he texts you:

"Y/N. I'M NEVER LETTING GO OF THIS PHONE."

(Tanjiro beats his ass immediately.)

🐗 Inosuke (doesn’t understand but likes the colors)

Inosuke literally tilts his head like a confused puppy.

"Oh, this is that game you were talking about, right?"

He likes the colors and the angles, but he has absolutely no clue what he’s looking at. 💀

🔫 Genya (deletes and prays for forgiveness)

As soon as he opens it, his whole body shuts down. His face is redder than Sanemi’s rage.

He immediately deletes it like it’s a crime, but when you tell him it’s okay to keep it, he just…

"I… uh… I mean… uh… I— ERROR 404 GENYA NOT FOUND."

Upper Moons + Muzan:

🥊 Akaza ("RESPECT WOMEN" mode activated)

He bows to his phone.

"I MUST NOT LOOK. BUT I MUST. BUT I MUSTN’T."

He puts the phone down and just stares at it like it’s cursed.

❄️ Douma (SAVING IT, ZOOMING IN, SETTING AS WALLPAPER 💀)

No hesitation.

SAVES. ZOOMS IN. SET AS LOCK SCREEN.

And then he texts you back:

"Mmm, lovely. You got more?"

(Y/N BLOCKED HIM.)

👁 Kokushibo ("Unnecessary." But is sweating profusely)

"Unnecessary."

But he doesn’t delete it.

🩸 Muzan ("Kneel." …Excuse me, sir?? 😳💀)

No words. Just one command.

"Kneel."

…HUH??? 😳💀

[ponderingmoonlight]

Saving Genya from his big brother only to make out with Sanemi

Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,9k

Synopsis: It was never an easy job, being the only one who's able to calm the wind hashira down. There was never more than respect and understanding between both of you. Until you bodly decided to stand up for Genya, until Sanemi finally reveals his true feelings...

Warnings: We're talking about Sanemi so language at violence lol, aggressive making out

I love love love Sanemi and I desperately hope you do as well hehe, enjoy and leave a comment/like/reblog <3

There he stands with his hot temper filling the air and his ruthless beatings torturing the poor souls in front of you. Hashira training never sounded like fun to you, especially when you consider who you’d have to deal with.

Sanemi Shinazugawa, especially.

“Get back up, brat. We’re not finished yet.”

You watch from afar as he hits the poor red-haired poor over and over again. Without any mercy, without the slightest hint of regret. And still, you can’t help but ponder about the way his arms flex and show every vein that decorates his skin. How he moves so effortlessly that your eyes are almost unable to follow. No, it’s not a secret that apart from being a madman, Sanemi Shinazugawa is hot as hell.

And your crush since you joined the demon slayer corps.

“Don’t you think that’s enough for today? The poor boy isn’t even able to stand up straight anymore”, you interfere when he’s about to hit him once again.

 "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were the expert on disciplining. How about me fetching you a chair so you can supervise more comfortably?”

All pairs of eyes are set on you while you step towards the scene in death silence. Apart from everyone else, you aren’t here to train under Sanemi. No, you are a very capable demon slayer yourself, so good that you even managed to beat Mitsuri from time to time. You definetely don’t need Sanemi to train.

In fact, you are here because you’re the only one who is able to tame him apart from Kagaya-sama himself.

"Well, if you ask me so nicely, a chair actually doesn’t sound bad for the next time. Meanwhile, how about we wrap this up? Enough's enough."

Sanemi’s venomous eyes meet yours, tempting you to lose your cool. Within the past few months, you’ve learned how to act around him and that his actions don’t reflect his true feelings at all. Deep within, he is the most caring and compassionate person you’ve ever met, so tender that you’d simply melt away in his touch. He never failed to protect you even if not needed, always made sure you are save before looking out for himself. Damn, he even left his desert for you to eat.

But on the other hand, he’s very good at hiding that side of him.

“Fine. Call it quits for today then. But we two will have a talk later”, he finally mutters before turning around and disappearing without any trace.

Your heart skips a few beats before you’re able to think straight again. Oh, how much you adore him. Just the sheer thought of meeting him alone sends shivers down your spine even though nothing ever happened between you two. After all, you’re only here to look out for him, right?

“Thank you for standing up for me. Now you’ll get in trouble for helping me out”, the red-haired boy lying in front of your feet speaks out while dragging himself up.

“Oh, don’t worry about me, I can handle him. Are you alright?”

In the matter of seconds, your eyes scan his body for serious injuries. Nothing, as you expected. Even though his training methods seem rough, he’d never allow himself to truly lay hands on another corps member. Not even him, Kamado Tanjiro. The boy who has what Sanemi always dreamed of.

“Yes, thanks to you. We really need a break after training day and night. Sorry, may I ask you for your name?

“My name is (y/n). Nice to finally meet you in person, Kamado Tanjiro.”

His eyes widen in an instant when you tell him your name. Even though you’re not a hashira, it seems like a lot of corps member know you. A decently skilled swordswoman, a trained doctor who made sure that no one ever died as long as you were around.

“The angel”, he breathes out.

“What an honor to meet you in person!”

In an instant, he gets on his knees and places his head on his flat palms. A pose of deep respect, so intimate that your cheeks heat up in an instant.

“Please, lift yourself off the ground. I don’t deserve your praise-“

“You deserve so much more than that!”, Tanjiro interrupts in an instant.

“Leave her alone. Can’t you see that you’re making her uncomfortable?”, another voice mutters from behind.

A very familiar voice you haven’t heard in quite some time, that makes your heart jump up and down in joy.

“Genya!”, you cry out.

You waste no time. In an instant, you lunge yourself at the now much taller boy and wrap your arms around him so tightly that he cannot escape. Oh, you really missed him. Even though Sanemi states over and over how much he hates his little brother, you always had a weak spot for him. Maybe because you’re able to see his soft side as well or because of the cute way he blushes when you look at him.

“Genya, are you alright? Your face is so red-“

“SHUT UP”, he barks at Tanjiro while you giggle to yourself.

“Why didn’t you send me a crow like I told you to? I was beyond worried about you. But oh I’m so proud. Did you really help to kill an upper moon demon and supported your friends?”

“Well I-“

“Yes he did! He was a big help for all of us!”, Tanjuro interferes immediately.

“(y/n), didn’t I tell you we need to talk?”, someone suddenly barks from the inside.

All color drains from Genya’s face immediately as he turns around with you.

There he stands with his arms crossed in front of his muscular chest, eyes almost piercing through you while the vein on his forehead threatens to pop any minute.

Your heart sinks in an instant. No, don’t let him control you like that, not when you know that he’s just…jealous?

“I needed to talk to Genya first”, you clarify.

“(y/n), please don’t-“

“Oh, is that so? Why would you even look at that trash?”

Thick anger rushes through your veins like the flood. If there’s one thing you hate about Sanemi’s attitude, it’s the way he talks about his little brother.

“I’m looking at you as well, don’t I?”

He flinches ever so slightly, his furrowed eyes now piercing through you like a thousand knives.

“Get inside. Right now.”

“Get some rest you two”, you quickly shout over your shoulder before you disappear into the house with a furious Sanemi by your side.

He slams the door shut behind you so rapidly that it rains plaster.

“What was that, huh?”, he speaks out with threatening low voice.

“I asked your little brother about his mission.”

He cages you between the wall with no way to escape, dangerous eyes locked with yours.

“I told you to stay away from him.”

“And I told you that I don’t care.”

“Why don’t you leave, then?”

“Because I’m the only one who’s able to tame you down”, you bite back.

He huffs in sheer annoyance while pushing himself off the wall. Why does he have to look so vulnerable and strong at the same time, so scary but also mesmerizing?

“You won’t force me to talk to him”, he finally speaks out.

“I want him to leave the corps and get as far away from me as possible.”

“Away from you or away from the danger?”

“I don’t care about him.”

“So you don’t care about me as well?”

Thick silence hangs between both of you while you stare at each other. To this day he never revealed how he truly feels about you. Does he hate you, respect you, love you? You might never know. But your influence on him speaks for itself.

“Go to sleep. We’ll get up early tomorrow.”

Without another word, he leaves you standing in a new wave of ponderings and emotions.

-a few hours later-

Your eyes dart open for no reason. Aimlessly, your orbs roam around the dark room, ears searching for a single sound.

Voices. Shouting. Blows.

Blows?

“Big brother?”

Your heart drops to the floor. That’s Genya. Why does the floor start to vibrate now?

Out of instinct, you yank out of your room, follow a wave of destruction until you finally get what’s going on.

There they stand. Genya with fright written all over his face and Sanemi with orbs so empty you’re almost able to see through them.

Your guts turn uncomfortably as he speeds forward so fast that your eyes are almost unable to follow. Fuck, is he about to pierce through Genya’s eyes?

You waste no time. In the matter of milliseconds, you drag Genya to the ground and therefore safe him from Sanemi’s merciless attack.

“Sanemi.”

You breathe out his name like a prayer.

“Get out of line, (y/n).”

“I can’t allow you to hurt him!”, you cry out, hands still holding onto Genya’s trembling body for dear life.

“You leave me no choice, then.”

It happens faster than you’re able to think. He dashes forward while grabbing the handle of his sword tightly, his eyes and blade darted towards you.

But you don’t even think about leaving Genya. No, you stand your ground in front of him, glossy orbs watching as his blade crashes down straight towards your face.

Until it stops.

“I said move”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

“And I said I won’t. Leave Genya alone.”

“Are you really putting up a fight with me, (y/n)? Here, right in front of everyone else?”

You couldn’t care less about the stinging fact that the others are watching you drowned in fear. This goes too far without any doubt.

“You don’t have to do this, Sanemi. Not when we both know you love your little brother dearly”, you breathe out.

“Come on Genya, let’s leave”, Tanjiro’s voice mutters behind you, causing a wave of relief to wash over you.

“I don’t love anyone. Not him, not you, I don’t give a shit about anyone around here”, Sanemi barks back at you with nothing but hatred spilling from his mouth.

Genya doesn’t deserve those words reaching his ear. But apart from that, you can’t escape the sting that fills your heart with agony.

Him, not loving anyone? Of course you never really expected the wind hashira to actually like you back. Of course even him respecting you is more than you could have ever asked for. But somehow you still hoped. Each and every night, you imagined what if would feel like to lay in his arms while listening to his steady heartbeat. Every free second, you pondered about how his lips must feel pressed against yours, how it feels to fall asleep and wake up next to him.

And now he tells you that you mean nothing to him.

You swallow hard, desperately trying to avoid his gaze at any cause. No, you can’t afford to lose yourself right here when everyone is watching.

Out of instinct, you straighten your shoulders and cross your arms in front of your chest.

“If that’s the case, I’m leaving. Good night, wind hashira.”

You don’t care about waiting for an answer. All you want to do right now is going back into your room, going back into safety where he’s not around. How stupid to even consider that Sanemi Shinazugawa could feel anything apart from a little respect for you. You, nothing but an ordinary slayer, still too weak to be called a real hashira. You, apparently nothing but a fool.

Hot tears start to swell up your eyes and cause your vision to get foggy. You never allowed yourself to cry over something so minor. What did you expect, a gut-wrenching love story? With the wind hashira?

“Why did you turn your back on me?”

You flinch so hard that you almost trip over your futon.

“What are you doing here?”, you cry out.

Fuck, this is him, without any doubt. What on earth is Sanemi doing in your room? Just now, when you’re looking like a mess.

“Are you crying?”

“Even if I do, why would you care?”

When your gaze drifts towards his, you feel like drowning and taking your first breath at the same time. He looks so distressed that your heart wrenches all over again. Like a lost puppy, he draws closer until he cages you against the wall. His eyes seem to stare right through your soul, make it hard to produce a single logical thought.

“Why would you even think that, idiot?”

His hand yanks your chin up, forces you to stare at him even more intensely.

“Because you said so yourself”, you bite back.

“You shouldn’t have interrupted me in the middle of teaching Genya a lesson.”

“Teaching him a lesson? You’re breaking that poor boy’s heart-“

“Breaking him? I’m saving him, goddamn!”, he blurts out so suddenly that you shake.

“Saving him? What are you t-“

“Poking his eyes out isn’t that big of a deal, he’d definitely survive. But his career at the demon slayer corps would have been over and out, he would have been saved”, he mumbles frantically.

“That would have meant he’s save, that would have meant he doesn’t die in this shit-“

“Sanemi”, your hands grab his face gently, try to get him out of his constant mumbling.

“He’ll die just like our mother did.”

“Sanemi.”

“I can’t fucking protect you all. Not when you’re around as well, not when you’re not listening just like he does-“

“Sanemi.”

When your eyes meet his, he looks like a troubled child scared of thunder. His glossy orbs stare at you desperately, make your heart ache all over again. All that rambling, giving Genya his coldest shoulder…to protect him?

“You’re just as reckless as him. Not looking out for yourself. What am I supposed to do without both of you around? What if I lose you two as well?”

“You won’t lose anyone, I’m good enough to-“

“How can you know?”, he screams into your face, his voice vibrating through every cell of your body like thunder.

“How can you promise you won’t die? One wrong move and you’re gonna bite the dust. Or you’re at the wrong place at the wrong time like Rengoku-“

It might be the stupidest thing you’ve ever done in your entire life, so reckless that you’ll lose Sanemi completely.

But you don’t care.

Before he’s able to talk about the grief within the past any further, you crash your lips against his while holding onto his face for dear life.

Over and over, again and again until your mind finally shuts up, until it’s only you and Sanemi and his puffy lips against yours.

He wraps his arms around you so tightly that you allow your knees to give in, bodies resting against each other so desperately that you feel like dreaming. Countless nights you pondered about the way his frame feels pressed against yours, what the wind hashira might taste like.

Oh, the reality is so much better, so good that you have to convince yourself you’re not dreaming.

“You’re driving me insane. Since the first time I saw you training with Obanai, since you beamed at me with that sickening gorgeous smile. I can’t escape you. I can’t fucking lose you”, he hisses against your mouth before entangling his tongue with yours all over again.

Sparks fly, stars take up your sight completely as you threaten to choke on all the affection and love that hits you with full force.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”, you breathe out.

“And risking you’ll never talk to me again? You have to be out of your mind.”

“I’m out of my mind because of you. Because you make me feel all those strange things”, you puff out.

Faster than you’re able to react, he pulls his face away from yours enough to almost drown inside your glossy orbs. For a moment, all the does is staring at you as you desperately gasp for air with your chest rising and falling rapidly. This really happened. Did you really make out with the wind hashira after he tried to murder his little brother, after all the fighting and rambling of today?

“You’re my weakness, (y/n)”, he finally blurts out.

“And I hate that power you have over me. Especially that everyone else knows it.”

You tilt your head to the side. Oh, that’s so true. After all, this is the reason why you were sent here. You are here to make sure he doesn’t go too rough on his students, that his hot temper is kept at least a little cool.

Well, given the heat that radiates from him at this very moment, the last part definitely didn’t go as planned.

“They know about my feeling for you as well.”

His eyes widen while he stares you up and down in sheer disbelief.

“Stop fucking with me”, he grumbles.

“You were too blind to realize that I loved you for so long while I didn’t even think about the opportunity that you might like me back”, you admit with your cheeks turning as hot as the sun.

“You fool.”

He yanks your chin towards his face, a small smile decorating his usual so irritated face.

“I’ll definitely never let you go again now.”

His lips crash into yours and leave your mind blank all over again.

“But I’ll still kick your ass for talking to me so disrespectfully and interfering with Genya.”

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Kamaboko Squad time travel AU - The Start

Read right to left! Like manga!

Edit: Just realized I wrote "behead", whoops, he can't die from that, I meant "kill".

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The letter that arrives detailing the final selection this year has arrived on his table. Ubuyashiki Kagaya pick it up gingerly, equal parts eager and dreading what it entails. The handwriting of his son is familiar under his fingertips. Slowly, he reads the letter. He reads it again.

This year was the oddest final selection yet. Five passed, yet no one died.

How? One by one people came down the mountain asking to drop out of the selection, saying that they would've failed if not for being saved by someone else. Many of them were uninjured and even if they were it was minimal. They asked if it would be possible retake the test in later years or instead asked to join the kakushis. Apparently those who saved them had told them they weren’t ready yet. And not unkindly, many of the slayer hopefuls came out of that mountain more determined than ever.

This has never happened before. It's phenomenal. Kagaya never thought he would witness another miracle selection, nonetheless something this bizzare. Kaguya’s hand tightened around the letter, he looked to his wife.

“Something has changed,” He tells her, a smile on his lips. He approved retaking the selection for those willing instantly. Retaking the exam…what an interesting and wonderful notion.

No children died in the final selection that year. Kaguya gets five new children. He could not be happier.

He writes down their names.

Tsuyuri Kanao

Shinazugawa Genya

Hashibira Inosuke

Agatsuma Zenitsu

Kamado Tanjiro

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Some more about this AU -> Here

Also a special mention of @imsosleepyofyourbull who wrote a scene very similar and really well that caused me to rewrite what I had because I liked it so much ^-^ Please go read thier snippet!

[demonslayedher]

Remember that Fate Swap AU?

Yeah. It still has some hold on my imagination, and it suddenly hit me one day how isolating that immediate aftermath would have been for these two. Their bond is gonna be so tight.

If you don't want to read the original 17,000 word AU post, see below the explanation of what's going on.

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The premise was that the characters who canonically died in the Infinity Castle & Sunrise Countdown get to live, and vice versa, with the caveat being that Nezuko was not part of the battle so she gets to live (going by Anon's prompt). The Ask was about the aftermath so most of the AU is about the aftermath, but at this point in AU:

--Zenitsu died of his injuries from fighting Kaigaku, told Yushiro to go save the woman he loves --Yushiro saves Tamayo by getting the secret!medicine from Kanao, changes Tamayo into a human against her will and gets absorbed by Muzan while saving her --Inosuke saves Shinobu (scarring her face in the process) but dies fighting Douma --Muichiro loses an arm in the fight against Kokushibo, but he and Genya are otherwise intact, and Sanemi dies after managing a few words to Genya --After Muzan is defeated, Giyuu collapses and holds Tanjiro's hand, apologizes for being unable to protect him, and dies --Himejima holds on (but falls unconscious), withstanding injury and the mark --Iguro and Mitsuri are comatose and shredded, but they have all their limbs and are alive --When Tanjiro changed, Muichiro noticed and fought him first, Genya and anybody else still standing tried to help, but ultimately Kanao saw that while he had still freshly changed, there was still a chance to stop him if his head was cut off at exactly the right spot --But getting that shot meant Tanjiro had a better shot at her heart

And then in the aftermath of the AU, we followed a bunch of their interactions and wound up with: --So many complicated feelings about what they've all been through (and like, how Tanjiro ended up a murderer) --After going through a depressive episode, Shinobu has a renewed sisterly relationship with Aoi, to whom she gifted Kanao's butterfly hairpiece. Kiyo, Sumi, and Naho go to school like regular children, with Shinobu having rejected Tengen's offer to adopt them. Shinobu has prominent facial scars, wears Tamayo's hairpin, and extremely occasionally, Inosuke's mask. --After some attempt at backing out, ObaMitsu survives and makes good on their promise. They assumed he totally lost his vision and she lost her womb, but neither ever asked for the medical details to be sure, so they are very happily surprised when it is revealed that he still has some vision (they can look forward to other happy surprises later). Also, Tamayo figured out how to treat The Mark, so yay. --Muichiro, Genya, and Nezuko are handling things pretty well, all things considered. They more or less become sworn siblings (Senjuro, a literature fanboy, sort of fanboys over their bond). Nezuko wears Giyuu's (repaired but too big for her) haori and reads scraps of a book called "The Legend of Zenitsu" which a sparrow collects for her. Muichiro wears braids like Mitsuri used to because he finds it funny. He is of course not the one who braids his own hair. Genya has no style updates. --Hear me out, but... I kind of wound up pairing Himejima and Tamayo?????? And I, who am not much of a shipper and generally only tend to go for canon pairings, really kind liked it????????????? Even though I otherwise would never????????? Like??? They have a son and his name is Chachamaru. Plus they pretty much adopted Muichiro, Genya, and Nezuko and they all live in the Kamado house. But if you asked them if they're a couple, they're like, "???? ew no ?????" SO YUSHIRO IS PISSED BEYOND THE GRAVE, RIGHT!? --Well, yes, at the very end --Like --I really, really liked the short conclusion I wrote that takes place in hell --Basically like --Yeah --I loved it --Hashira, and like --Tanjiro, and pals, but like, Muzan, and, yeah

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જ⁀➴ LOVE ME, LOVE ME NOT

SUMMARY. with the knowledge of your relationship on his mind, sanemi takes it upon himself to gauge giyuu’s true feelings

WARNINGS. 1.5k words, platonic sanemi x older sister!reader, giyuu x shinazugawa!reader, brief depictions of abuse and injury (from kyogo, their father), giyuu feels slightly ooc towards the end to me 😣

a diary entry of the “mono no aware” series !

sanemi shinazugawa was not heartless. he might’ve been ruthless when need be, but deep inside there was a certain side of his behind closed doors. his late mother and siblings, masachika, genya, you— he cared for all of you behind his rough exterior.

in your case, there was a specific promise he made to himself because he cared. you were bruised after one of your father’s wraths when your mother, shizu, tended to your wounds. her small hands pressed a cold cloth to your arm as stray tears fell down your cheeks.

in a hurry, you wiped them away in the hopes your younger siblings weren’t looking. you were the eldest among them all, so you felt as if you couldn’t show them the pain you felt. your father’s hits hurt, but seeing them writhing in pain hurt more.

it wasn’t the first time you took a beating for your younger siblings, but it was the first time that instead of sanemi being hurt himself, it was you in his place. as you hugged his and genya’s smaller frames, your father, kyogo, repeatedly kicked your back during his drunken fit.

“why’d you jump in front of me?” sanemi asked, staring at the newly formed bruise. despite how recent it was, it was already turning into a deep shade of purple. “how will you heal if you keep getting new injuries?”

you merely smiled at him, “the pain from these go away eventually, but the memory of seeing you guys in pain won’t. as long as you’re my little brother, i’ll protect you from anything thrown our way.”

it was after kyogo’s death that sanemi made his promise to you. he was going back home after delivering materials with genya for money when they stumbled upon you being scolded in front of a vendor’s stall.

someone had run into you, causing you to bump into one of the displays. the man’s fruits had fallen to the ground, and the blame was placed upon you because he never saw the person who was running. this man knew your father, and just like everyone else, hated him. you were only half-listening to his angry rambles when he struck you in the face.

you supposed he hated your father so much that it extended to you, his child.

genya called out for you in worry, and you took that as your cue to leave. you rushed towards your brothers, taking a thrown apple to the back before ushering them away from the scene. sanemi said nothing as you placed your hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly.

you asked them if they were okay, but all he could think about was you. were you okay after everything? how were you okay at all? you always took it upon yourself to keep them safe and comfortable when you could, but besides your mother, who was there to look out for you? 

so sanemi made a promise to himself— he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you anymore. if he ever saw you getting yelled at, he stepped in and argued back. if someone tried laying a hand on you, he took it upon himself to smack their hand away. and when a boy your age was obviously hitting on you, he’d keep his eye out for you. he might’ve been younger than you, but he sure did act like a protective older brother.

even after growing up, his protective disposition remained.

so when he thought giyuu tomioka had taken advantage of you, he was beyond angry. his older sister, one of the kindest people he knew, was being harassed by someone he already disliked— in his eyes, that was reasonable enough to beat up the water hashira beyond saving.

but then you revealed your relationship to him before it could go that far, leaving him at a loss. although he did suspect your feelings, he didn’t expect them to be reciprocated. sanemi knew you got along with the black-haired hashira but not to that extent.

your relationship crossed sanemi’s mind a few times for the next 2 days. sanemi wanted you to be happy, but if it meant being happy because of giyuu’s ill intentions, then forget it. with that in mind, he invited the water hashira to his estate.

giyuu entered the grounds of sanemi’s estate with quiet steps. it wasn’t like the wind hashira to invite him over, and after the events that took place at your estate, it was especially odd. he took a quick look around before the sound of rushed footsteps reached his ears.

‘wind breathing fifth form: cold mountain wind’

‘water breathing seventh form: drop ripple thrust’

giyuu stared at sanemi, whose sword he blocked using his own. a sudden attack was the last thing he was expecting upon arriving at the estate. the white-haired hashira jumped back before scoffing at giyuu’s distant expression. his face alone made him ticked off.

“what was that for?”

sanemi sheathed his nichirin sword and after watching him do so, giyuu did the same. sanemi elaborated, “hurt y/n in any way and i’ll cut your head clean off.”

the noirette blinked, “does she know you’re making threats?”

“it’s a warning, not a threat. listen up, tomioka, if your feelings for y/n are superficial, end it now and don’t show your face to hers. neither of you will end up unscathed-“

“that sure sounded like a threat.”

“i’ll turn it into one.”

they stood in silence for a moment before giyuu took it upon himself to speak, “i don’t know where you got the idea, but i have no intention of hurting y/n. she’s the most important person to me, so i wouldn’t dare to lay a hand on her.”

“and how do i know you’re not just saying that to save your own ass?” the wind hashira raised a brow.

“you don’t, since you only have my word, but don’t you think it’s an insult to y/n? she is no fool. if anyone were to find me in a lie, y/n would be one of the first to. i wouldn’t waste my time in a relationship if it were for a superficial purpose.”

at his words, sanemi couldn’t help but wonder, “do you love her?”

“what?”

“you heard me, tomioka. do you love y/n?”

it was a question he couldn’t immediately answer. as silence draped over the pair, the blue-eyed man found himself deep in thought. giyuu was sure that he liked you romantically, but was his feelings, as deep as they were, considered love? he suddenly thought of the night the two of you confessed.

“this nearly feels like a dream,” you murmured.

“i hope not,” a faint smile adorned his lips. “when i dream of something, it doesn’t last very long. i don’t want this,” he intertwined his fingers with yours, “to end.”

“well then, we best not let it.” you fought back your own smile as you rested your head in the crook of his neck, “i don’t want this to end either. so, if you allow me, i’d love to be yours.”

giyuu’s lips then curled further as he stared at you in adoration, “yeah, i like the sound of that.”

he remembered how fast his heart raced against his chest that night, and the feeling of relief when he got to hold you in his arms. as endearing as it was, it didn’t seem like love.

the past few days, however, there was a shift in the air.

everything was already routine. missions, rest, training— all of it was on an endless loop, and although it was always a repetitive bore, it wasn’t so boring with you. giyuu looked forward to coming back from missions for a different reason other than the fact that he could rest.

everything mundane that he had no reason to look forward to now made him excited to spend time with you because with you, nothing in the world could be a bore.

giyuu tomioka wasn’t familiar with love, but finding joy in such a simple moment with you— that seemed like love to him.

sanemi, watching closely, noticed the slight curve of the water hashira’s lips. a warmth spread throughout giyuu’s chest before he met your brother’s eyes, and that was enough for sanemi to know how he felt.

as much as he disliked giyuu, knowing that you were happy with him and that his feelings were also true, the wind pillar turned his head away. he waved his hand, “nevermind. you can leave.”

giyuu tilted his head in confusion, “do you not want my answer anymore?”

“i don’t need it.”

“you were pressed for it moments ago.”

“leave before i kick your ass.”

giyuu blinked twice before he also turned around. he knew better than to bicker with sanemi when he was in any sort of mood. without a word, the water pillar left the grounds of the wind estate and headed for yours.

when he showed up at your door, you greeted him with a smile and a peck on the lips. and even though the two of you shared a meal in silence, he was sure that in his heart, all he had was love for you.

this entry’s taisho secret— without you knowing, sanemi showed up to the fruit seller’s stall the next day, knocked everything over, and ran away. though, he made sure to take a few fruits for your family to have for lunch, and as much as he hates to admit it, they were tasty

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Gentle Gyomei

(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) Fem!Reader x Gyomei Himejima

G: Fan Fiction, One-Shot, Smut

hey guys so i came out of retirement to literally write this… so yeah enjoy 😘

CW for age gap (el oh el)

As the night becomes day, you, a demon slayer are stationed to attend one of the hashira meetings. Although you aren’t a hashira yourself, you must stay to protect them from outside worries. It’s actually quite rare of them to ask a fellow demon slayer to guard their meeting but if their meeting is so classified to the point they had to stuff your nose and ear and face the other way from them, then you didn’t mind protecting it for them.

Once the meeting has ended, you watched as the Love Pillar, Mitsuri Kanroji, walk out. Her aura was shiny and beautiful, kind and warm. She was one of the Hashira’s you talked with and went on missions along, even if your ranks differ. “Y/N!” Mitsuri noticed you and gave you a sweet hug. Before you hugged her back you took out the plugs from the nose and ears. “Hi Mitsuri! I’m glad to see you recovered well from defeating Upper Moon 4. Must have been super stressful!”

“It was! Tanjiro and Genya told me about how when they would cut the demons head off, then it shaped and split into another demon. I was like woah!!”

“Omg so spooky!” You reacted.

Mitsuri was younger than you by a year, and her reaching a high hashira status and you staying as an upper-middle ranked slayer never bothered you. You were never jealous of her either. Her love she shared with you was pure and genuine, in no shape or form you could hate nor despise her.

As more Hashira walked out, the both of you saw Obani Iguro. You were aware of the crush Mitsuri had for Mr. Iguro. In fact, you tried pushing the idea onto her to date but she would always decline at the end of the day, fearful of rejection. You couldn’t blame her anyway, as you had eyes for somebody as well. Mitsuri let herself go as she went to talk with Iguro, walking, she waved at you goodbye.

The final Hashira to walk out was Gyomei Himejima, you stood firm and shy, a different attitude from what you gave the other hashira’s. It was suppressed feelings that you had for Mr. Himejima. In fact, Himejima was the one to save you from a demon who killed your family, then helped you become a demon slayer. You owed it all to Gyomei, and gained romantic feelings over him. Next to Mitsuri, you and Gyomei talked a lot. Never the talker, Gyomei always listened to what you had to say. Even if it’s something small or large, he lends you his hand and cries on your shoulder.

“Y/N.” His deep voice felt like it was vibrating the whole building, it made you shiver.

“Yes, sir?” You responded to him with a confused tone. Your eyes didn’t meet his until he spoke to you once more.

“Can you walk with me?”

You were shocked, this was the first time he asked you to walk with him. It shouldn’t be a big deal of course as you walk around his estate all of the time, yet this was the first time he suggested and initiated this. He slid the door open, holding it for you to exit. As the both of you walked, your arms interlocked with his. Honestly, being this intimate with him was a shocker.

You decided to stay silent as you both reached his estate, once stepping into the wooden floor, he cried. He always cried, but this cry was more emotionally towards you. He stooped down to your level, holding you as he sat on the hallway floor. “Mr. Himejima?” You finally spoke to him, questioning why he cried into your uniform.

“I am stressed for you.” He said simply, “As Kibutsuji inches closer to little Nezuko, who had conquered the sun, we will soon have to face bigger dangers.”

“But I can handle those dangers.”

Gyomei paused before sighing deeply, “I care for you deeply Y/N. You should have gotten off and lived a normal life. Get married and have children.” His head turned to look towards you, “Yet you decided to follow my steps as a demon slayer.”

You felt buried in the choice of confessing how you really felt about Gyomei. You grumbled before explaining yourself, “You saved my life.”

“I was too wary of demons once I found my family in their state.” You paused at almost every sentence, “I couldn’t turn a blind eye to this, you inspired me at first sight. I was on the verge of death, ready to join my family, but you decided that my life was just as delicate.”

Your hands cupped his face, then caressed his head, “I followed you because I fell in love with you.” Your heart pounded loudly as you exposed your secret feelings. “I typically don’t believe in first sight, but when you stayed beside my side while I healed despite having a job to do, I felt safe. You started something for me, you don’t understand it.” Your arms wrapped around his head as Gyomei’s head still rested on your chest.

His head felt hot, but you were stuck freaking out that you expressed your feelings for a guy way older than you. You felt a bit immature now that you took this opportunity to confess how you feel, fully expecting for him to like you back. But the next thing you know, his head is stationed at your face, his pearly eyes still having enough water to cry. Stone and composed Himejima breaks just from you.

“Y/N, Our time together might have not been long. But I was able to express so much joy just by being by you. You reciprocated more than I have, and were able to maintain a smile. Whenever I dream, I see myself outside of the Demon Slayer Corps with you by myself as a married couple. All I cared about was you, and your wellbeing.”

Tears slowly fell down your face, is it coming to an end with how he’s talking to you like this? Confessing to you that he wishes you a long life. “May I kiss you.” You asked sweetly in a quiet tone.

“Yes.” He whispered back in your ear.

The surroundings were quiet, the hallway smelt of sweet incense, and both skins slowly touched. You felt his dry lips but moist face. His tongue slowly sliding inside of your mouth to give you a sloppy yet passionate kiss. He picked you up to lead you into his room, placing you down as if you were a porcelain doll. The way he dragged his hand to examine you more carefully was tender and intimate, romantically intended.

“Would I be a selfish man to marry you immediately?” He asked, moving his head close to your neck. His nose rested on your shoulder.

“It would make me a selfish woman to agree so quickly.” You responded to his question as his hands slowly remove your clothes from your body.

You help him remove his garment, giving him time to caress your body more. His hand was dramatically bigger than your body, and one gentle grip made your body tingle. He massaged your stomach and hips, then slowly moved his hand towards your pussy. Circularly, he moved his hand, his fingers sending you tingles by how simple his movement was. His rough skin bumped with your soft pussy. Slowly but surely, you were lubricated enough for him to slip a singular finger inside of you.

Your hand tightened around his arm that held you in a sitting position with him. Your nails digging in his skin didn’t affect him whatsoever, it did however made him move his finger inside and out of you. The way he pleasured you was gentle, gentle like how he’d hold you. Although his finger moved slow, his hand thickly opened your vagina. So pleased, you bit his arm to start cumming.

“I came so quickly.” You thought to yourself, a bit embarrassed about squirming while he listened to you do so.

“Y/N,” He said your name softly, “Will I be embarrassing to ask if you could have my baby.”

Once he asked that question, you felt his body heat meet an extreme. You look up at him to see his face a redder color from before, “You’re never embarrassing, Mr. Himejima.”

He shifted the both of you once more, having you face him. His dick kissed the entrance of your pussy before it slowly filled itself in you. “Mffgh!” Your mouth was closed as you loudly exclaimed a moan. His dick was thick and veiny, it made the inner walls of your vagina tighten around his dick. “Mr. Himejima.” You huffed out as your hand tightened around his arm once more.

You took an estimate of how big his dick was, 12.3 inches, was your best guess. His body started to move, his dick sliding in and out of you with ease. Each time his skin slapped on yours felt like a kiss. Gyomei remained his simple and benign demeanor towards you, holding your hand and protecting your head with a pillow, while also holding himself up with his singular hand. You took in each thrust like a good girl, holding your moans slightly so you didn’t huff so loudly.

“Whenever you talk,” He spoke out while huffing somewhat, “It grows butterflies in me. The way we have similar interests and feelings made those butterflies flutter faster. Your voice is like a melody.”

His praise simply made you cum all over again, he stopped moving so he could let you breathe. “You really think so?” You asked, wanting to hear more of his validation. He removed his dick from inside of you, making you feel empty from the inside of your cunt. He sat down, and led you to his lap where his dick would reenter you.

“I know so, my Y/N.” He burrowed his lips onto yours, and you felt yourself cum slightly once more. You took deep breaths before moving up and down on his penis. His lips quivered as he would softly grunt. His hand held your back then waist, guiding you to pleasure the both of you two, his other hand massaged your breast. You felt overstimulated by how much he touched your body and how his dick basically kissed your g-spot.

Gyomei placed you on your back again, and his movements became more sloppier and quicker. You moaned loudly as his dick hit your g-spot in the same rhythm. “Himejima!” You moaned out his name as you came the 4th time.

“Y/N!” He repeated your name quietly, over and over again until he came inside of you. Gyomei’s dick removed itself out of your pussy and small drips of his cum came out.

He laid down next to you, breathing loudly. Possibly exhausted, he still took the time to check on you. You looked at him, sweaty and all, giving him a cheesy smile like the one you ways give him. This time, he gave you that same smile, that gentler smile.

After a couple of weeks, you left a resignation message to your crow to give to the Ubuyashiki Estate. Your head turned to the window as your attire completely changed to a kimono and an obvious belly bump.

[getsuuna]

KNY Fandom so fucking insufferable I'm gonna start behaving like those GiyuShino and SaneKana shippers and go around spreading misinformation and say "no you don't get it SaneGiyuu was implied!!!" /j

because I'd actually have more content to mention without even mischaracterizing them

wanna talk about how they're a two-faced mirror? almost as if they were written to parallel each other and there's so much to talk about on this matter

or, since not everyone in this Fandom can dive into analysis, wanna mention how Shinobu figured Sanemi could've made Giyuu smile by inviting him to eat his fav dish with him? why not ask him directly instead? why Sanemi out of all people?

wanna mention Sanemi's pseudo-obsession on that man? he disliked his ass, but if we go back to analysis, his intolerance to someone feeling superior can be tied to a multitude of factors and one of which is being low-key reminded of himself, and he loathes himself while at the same time he puts on that strong façade. he can't face it though. and he wanted to understand why Giyuu felt that way SO BADLY he went to him for training and tried to speak with him, he wanted a contact, he wanted to understand, he needed Giyuu to speak up but he didn't.

on the other hand don't we wanna talk about Giyuu's perspective? Giyuu never hated him nor did he really feel sad knowing he disliked him, contrary to how he felt towards Obanai. not to mention he even got to be sarcastic towards Sanemi's dumb ass at least twice.

and the iconic ohagi scene? idk about y'all but between the hashira I think that's THE iconic scene, alongside Giyuu and Shinobu beefing and Shinobu almost stabbing him (don't get me wrong platonic GiyuShino has my whole heart)

the first time we saw Giyuu smile in the series is while imagining to befriend Sanemi??? and out of everyone he chose Sanemi? the hashira who is canonically the most difficult to talk with?😭 he only ever smiled either for food, for Sanemi or Tanjiro

oh and let's not talk about how Tanjiro, after getting knocked up, wakes up and the first thing Giyuu says is "yeah Shinazugawa left" ..? or the whole novel chapter in which they end up talking about him (supposedly right after that scene in the manga) and Giyuu cheered up. what

anyways, likewise, the first time Sanemi was seen smiling genuinely outside of his family was with Giyuu. Obanai and especially Masachika were both closer to him, not to mention the most important person in his life, Genya...yet here we are ig?? (after Giyuu he also smiled more in general, the scene of him smiling at Nezuko was one of my fav panels ever so keep in mind I'm taking in consideration the chronological events and not the impact of the scenes per se)

or let's talk about the most important part in their development which is when they fought together.

Sanemi saving him, telling him not to zone out while throwing the sword at him, it made Giyuu realize he's the water hashira, it was the first time Giyuu acknowledged it. Sanemi influenced Giyuu's character positively, and so far Tanjiro was the only other one who managed to. Sanemi saw him as his ally (rightfully so), and hopefully seeing him fight also made him realize he wasn't that much of a conceited guy, he was just like him, as he initially wanted Giyuu to understand (despite the fact it was a miscommunication)

Sanemi teaming up with Giyuu out of everyone, in such an impactful panel.... idk, if it was a straight ship that would've felt like a confession for the Fandom 💀

they impacted each other's character, they were the only two hashira surviving after facing the same war, they faced similar struggles during their lives (but let's not get into analysis, once again...), they could've understood each other better than anyone else would ever have, and they ended up bonding and eating together

that panel was there, in the middle of other panels all portraying important bonds, whether canon romantic bonds or platonic and sibling-like ones (Tanjiro and Nezuko, the Kamaboko squad, the swordsmiths etc.)

if it wasn't important it wouldn't have been there, but the funniest thing is that if either of them was a woman it would've been considered canon since it also included TanKana, ZenNezu and InoAoi🙏🏻

but oh, if we try to name either of these things and more, people will rightfully say "can't they be friends anymore?", which is valid, but I wonder why this doesn't apply to equally fanon straight ships.

a show so peak has so many fans that are so dense😭😭😭

[vrystalius]

Sanemi’s most favourite thing in the whole world, is to…

… be held by you in the middle of the night.

(Slight angst with comfort, post Infinity Castle Arc Sanemi)

— Sanemi, post Infinity Castle Arc, has a lot of night terrors and insomnia.

— Sometimes, Sanemi just refuses going to bed all together. He insists on staying up all night, guarding your house just in case those damn demons somehow come back.

— The only thing that can persuade Sanemi back to bed, is to reassure him and promise that there are no demons.

— Sanemi’ll reluctantly give in, but he WILL take his katana to bed and have it lean onto your bedside cabinet. (Sometimes he will insist to have it lay beside him in bed, just in case)

— Sanemi will hold you against him, your head resting on his scarred chest.

— You’ll feel his quick heartbeat in his chest. Sanemi is incredibly nervous about going to bed and resting.

— Sanemi needs comfort, safety and reassurance. He desperately needs to know that you’ll stay with him and that he’s safe now.

— You and Sanemi often talk late in the night. It helps him to get things off his chest.

— Sanemi would talk about Genya and how guilty he feels about being a such a shitty brother and letting him die.

— Sanemi would talk about his mom and dad, of the terrible relationship they had, and how he’d abuse his mother. He vowed to you to never in his life come even close to what that man ever was.

— Sanemi would talk about his other little siblings and about the full house they had. They’d never have enough food for all of them, but they all shared equally amongst each other. Everyone had each other’s backs when in trouble as well.

— Sometimes, Sanemi would talk about the other hashira as well. He misses them and wishes he could’ve done more to save them. He feels so guilty for surviving… him, out of all of them? They deserve to live, not him.

— While Sanemi talks about these things, he feels how you shift positions, now holding him. You cradled him while he talked and cried, running your fingers through his white hair.

— Sanemi would fall asleep in your arms with a smile on his face. Deep down he knows that he is safe, loved and cared for. He just needs time to fully accept it.

— The next morning, Sanemi would wake up still being held by you. He would stay still, savouring the moment of tranquility. Life is so peaceful now, he almost can’t believe it. It’s too good to be true.

“Mmmh… thank you.. for holding me. I really don’t deserve you.”

💠

Note: Over 100 notes!! Tysm!

Thank you for reading!

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

Take care of yourselves!

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[alshamswelnahr]

KnY does an excellent job of establishing and building its characters and their traits, familiarizing them to us one way, and then using this knowledge to make us emotional when they act differently than we expect. There are many moments in the story where this happens, like when Inosuke finally says Tanjiro's name correctly just as he admits he can't bring himself to kill him, or when Zenitsu fights Kaigaku while fully awake. We see it in Kanae's seriousness when she encourages Shinobu to keep fighting and in Tengen's surprising gentleness with his wives.

But my favorite example of this is in chapter 179. Prior to the moment where Sanemi loses Genya and breaks down, pleading with God to save his little brother, we've never seen anything like this from him. Until that point, Sanemi has been portrayed as a menacing, violent, and volatile figure, someone who is fiercely independent highly competent and incredibly strong. He even dismisses his brother for being weak takes out a group of Lower Moons in one blow and goes up against the second strongest demon in the world. While we’ve seen him get emotional before, like shedding frustrated tears at the loss of the master or a quiet tear while reading Masachika’s will, we’ve never seen him truly fall apart. Not even when he lost his entire family in one night, he just stood there empty, like a puppet.

This made the moment in Chapter 179 hit even harder. When I first read the manga, I didn’t exactly favor Sanemi. But when this scene happened, I was struck by how upsetting it was to watch this formidable man beg for something he knows is impossible. Seeing someone who's the embodiment of hurricanes be helpless like that was heartbreaking. It hit me so hard because the story had built up his image so well up to that moment, making the contrast all the more impactful