#Giyuu: Sanemi: exploding him with my mind exploding him with my mind exploding him with my mind explo

[cheerscafe]

I love the times during canon when Giyuu will say something and Sanemi looks like he wants Giyuu to explode so bad he’ll make it happen himself

[raidenssblog]

With a tall boyfriend<3

Characters: tanjiro, Zenitsu, inosuke, nezuko, genya, sanemi, giyuu, obanai.

Genre: fluff

Pronouns: male

Warnings: swearing.

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Tanjiro

Absolutely loves it. But mainly loves the piggy backs or sitting on your shoulder.

Makes him feel safe or comfortable. Maybe even both.

Doses tend to blush easy because of how you easily tower over the poor boy.

He will make you hug him though he doesn't need too. And oh my fucking god. I you pick him up while hugging him. Jzbsjaoqw. He falls for you all over again.

With your height also involves a lot of body heat. And let me say this.

He. Loves. It. So. Much.

Overall 10/10 on him loving your height.

Zenitsu

Quite scared at first but slowly learns he fucking loves it.

When I say loves it I mean to the point where he WILL climb on you.

Steals a shirt or to and says its 'because he doesn't have any.' but he just loves how big they are on him.

Cuddles in bed is a MUST. no exceptions. He loves the be hugged from behind so it's quite obvious that if you guys are spooning he would be the small one.

Your body warmth does tend to sometimes get to much. Especially in the summer. But other than that he loves it.

9/10 on loving your height.

Inosuke

Oh boy.

He think your height is your way of saying fight me. 😐

But is surprised on how tall you really were.

Definitely hates loves hugs. Just because you have to really bend down to hug him proply.

Makes him feel extremely small. And weak. But for some reason he doesn't not like it. He feels welcomed by it almost.

Play fighting is a must with this man. If he beats you, you'll never hear the end of it. He feels powerful after being you down.

You and Inosuke's body is almost the same temperature so it doesn't really work him to much.

9.5/10

Nezuko

Like her brother she lives it.

Hugs are nezuko's favourite part of it. She feels so small and so warm.

Will cling onto you when you guys take walks. Ether that or you pick her up.

Another favourite part is just your's and her size difference in everything. Hands mainly.

When you guys hold hand she feels like it's just so tiny and yours is protecting hers somehow?

Nezuko loves to sleep so when tanjiro goes out in missions she tends to sleep with you alot. (Not in that way😒)

11/10 on the love metre

Genya

Another one who adores but hates your height.

He hates it because whenever you're around he just can't stop blushing and stuttering.

Poor genya.

Tho I feel like he is one to wear your shirts to bed just because of the baggyness.

Genya will die if you hug him from behind, but only in private otherwise he'll be pretty awkward.

He loves your body heat during the night and rather like to lay on you chest or cuddled up together (face to face embrace)

He purely loves your height but don't know it :( 8.5/10

Sanemi

Fr thinks of you as someone who he can take down.

Hates your height most of the time because it makes him feel weak and small.

Hugs from behind wether he gives them or receives them.

You body temperature is completely different. Sanemi's body run cool while your body is basically a oven.

He would rather you cuddle him that the other way around. Especially during the colder nights.

Wears your shirts to bed wether you like it or not.

7.5/10 tho he adores you height when he wants to.

Giyuu

He someone who is used to people being taller than him, and he doesn't mind.

Tho he is in love with your height.

Sure you may be a bit if not a lot taller than tengen but he loves it.

There is a very large gap in your heights but he find the gap perfect.

He will on occasion wear your haori but that's only when his is being washed..

When y'all first hugged he swears that his stomach and heart was going to explode.

Now it's a must when ever you or him come back from a mission.

When you guys cuddle it is almost always the same. Him being curled up on you side with your arms easily wrapping around him:(

On the colder night he would just....lay on you. Like full in become a small blanket.

11/10 he is in love all over again.

Obanai

Another one who is used to people being alot taller than him. He says he doesn't mind but deep down he minds.....a lot.

But when he met you. Oh man.

You were like double his size. That definitely made a spark somewhere tho he threw it off as nerves.

As we all know he didn't really let people in so when you guys started dating there was no hugging, kissing or even cuddling at the start.

Tho after you guys slept together (sleeping🙄) he was all like 'this is nice. I want to be around him more' even if he never said it.

He likes your hugs mainly because he feels safe and forgets about the world around you and him.

Your bodies warmth is definitely soothing for him. So when ever he has nightmares he goes to you for comfort.

You height also is comfortable for him. Sue it makes him feel small but it also makes him feel like you protecting him. He didn't get much of that as a kid.

Over all 9/10. He sometimes relies on you for comfort. :(

Sorry if this is bad. I feel kinda sick rn. But anyways. And sorry for not posting in ages I've been caught up with stuff.

-Raiden

[tanjirou-no-au]

My mind is a soup of KNY, RWBY & Parahumans, so...

RWBY AU

Salem’s still the main villain, Muzan’s one of her enforcers.

Yoriichi is combined with Tanjuro here, making him T&N’s father, a SEW (ofc) and the Summer Rose equivalent.

Used to be on a team w/ Michikatsu, Gyomei, and Tamayo, w/ Shinjuro, Amane & their team being their seniors.

Nezuko inherited his Silver eyes, Tanjiro just inherited his looks, birthmark, earrings, and a whole host of father issues.

The Kamados (just Yoriichi, Tanjiro, Nezuko & Kie) are Caprinae faunus, w/ Kie, Tanjiro & Hinatsuru (Kie’s little sister) being Argali sheep, and Nezuko somehow coming out a Himalayan Tahr.

Michikatsu is transfem and Mui/Yui’s deadbeat mom.

Inosuke is a boar faunus whose trait is his ears, thus leaving him a pretty boy, to his own dismay.

Tanjiro, Inosuke, Kanao & Zenitsu are on a team. Zenitsu leads. You did not read that wrong.

Nezuko is on a team w/ Genya, Muichiro, and one of the Ubayashiki kids. Or Senjuro, who’s in a Jaune-like situation.

Giyuu (fox faunus), Sabito (hare faunus), Sanemi & Kanae were a team. Tengen and wives are a team. And Kyojuro, Mitsuri, Makomo & Shinobu were a team.

Obanai is ex-White Fang, and Nakime’s twin.

I have most of their semblances & weapons figured out, but they’ll be detailed in a separate post.

Parahumans AU

The less developed one by far, (though longer, ironically) still thinking up powers and triggers.

Muzan is a Master/Brute/Trump, with regeneration and the ability to enter “contracts” with Parahumans, enhancing their own power & regeneration in exchange for being able to kill them at will AND gain a crude copy of their power.

Kagaya is his cluster mate, a Thinker/Master who can discern someone’s beliefs and opinions through conversations, and a voice that both calms them and predisposes them into believing he has their best interest in mind.

Yoriichi is once again the Tanjirou & Nezuko’s dad, and served on the Sentai Elite w/ Michikatsu & Shinjuro.

He was basically Sun-themed Legend, powerful light based breaker state that eschewed lasers for solar flare abilities/whips, with a thinker power that allowed him to perceive the world in slow motion. This power had the caveat of the more people that looked up to him, the more powerful he was.

Kokushibou shared Yoriichi’s Thinker power, but was otherwise a Combat Tinker, specializing in miniaturized fusion powered devices such as a plasma cutter, a specialized combat suit, and a specialized training dummy.

Nezuko is a Brute/Striker/Trump, having the bog standard demon toughness and regeneration, alongside generating flames that could negate other Parahuman powers.

Tanjiro is a Brute/Thinker, who can perceive emotions as scents, along with generating a prismatic forcefield around him, parts of which could break off and explode. Gains a second Trigger which allows him to shape the forcefield into crude weaponry, alongside gaining a Master power that allowed his flames to perceive how his target’s hurt people, and turn said pain back on them.

Muichiro is a Breaker/Stranger/Shaker, who can dissipate into an amnesia inducing fog he can also manipulate and move through.

Shinobu is a Bio-Tinker, specializing in alchemical creations, specifically poisons and medicines, along with altering her own chemistry to become toxic, and devices meant to deliver them.

Sanemi is a Brute/Blaster, who by cutting open his skin kick starts aerokinesis that aerosolizes his blood into a disorienting gas, combined with a somewhat limited healing factor.

Genya is a Changer/Trump with some Brute characteristics, just tougher and with a healing factor, who by ingesting the flesh of others can take on their physical characteristics, including Parahuman abilities.

Inosuke is a Brute/Changer, rubbery body and flexible organs combined with a wereboar transformation that becomes more and more monstrous the longer he fights. Imagine Lung, but admittedly less powerful.

[caspersscareschool]

Being near Sanemi made Giyuu want to ruin him, to take some of that goodness for himself, so that Sanemi could be selfish, and Giyuu could be brave. 

Brave enough to say something dangerous, like I love you.

don't look at me

Surface Tension

Giyuu had spent so much of his life indulging in mourning. 

He used to think that to mourn was to punish himself for his selfishness. He’d blamed himself for the deaths of his sister and the boy who had called him a brother, so he’d carried the two of them on his back along with the sword at his hip. He’d occupied his meaningless time on this earth with repentance. He’d hoped the weight of his guilt would bury him in the earth. 

He’d lived here with Sanemi for months, and not much changed throughout that time. Funny how the most suicidal of them all had become the only two to survive. They’d bonded over this, fallen into a fast, unspoken rhythm, and when the time came to leave the Flower Estate, they’d built their own cabin, feeling like strangers in their own separate homes. They moved in together. Took care of each other, when necessary. And they stayed in the same routine. 

More loss made Giyuu realize that his loved ones couldn’t live with him forever and that mourning only distracted him from what he still had. After Muzan’s fall, he came to terms with this. What he couldn’t come to terms with, with the weight off his back, was the absurd lack of guilt--and the foreign feelings that had come to replace it.

It was a rare day that Giyuu woke up earlier than Sanemi, but once he got up these days, he stayed up, not liking to wallow in depression as much as he used to. Sanemi looked exhausted, so Giyuu tiptoed outside, resolving to stay there until he woke up. The sun just barely kissed their greying garden. With all the birds gone south and the frogs in hiding, silence hung thick. Giyuu sat by the pond for nearly an hour, fall chill biting his face. 

The sound of Sanemi’s footsteps, then, and the brushing of his clothes as he sat down sounded deafening in the dead silence, the same way a dim torch looked bright in the pitch black: like a lighthouse. Then, quiet overtook the pond again. Sanemi studied him. He must have noticed his pensiveness, because he tread carefully. Giyuu stared ahead.

"How are you?" Sanemi tried. 

There's something wrong with me, Giyuu thought. I'm feeling things that I shouldn't. I'm not feeling the things I should.

"Fine," he answered.

"What are you doing?"

Mourning something that hasn't died yet. Maybe that hasn’t been born.

"Enjoying the quiet."

Sanemi was more perceptive than him--maybe if Giyuu thought loud enough, Sanemi would hear. Then, they'd never have to say it out loud. They could go on like this forever, just the two of them, and Giyuu found he wouldn't mind being alone so much if it was with Sanemi. As long as they could stay like this. Usually, Giyuu spoke his mind and took what he wanted, but he knew there were invisible lines somewhere dangerously close that if he crossed, would make Sanemi leave forever. He just had to keep absolutely still.

"I'll enjoy it with you."

Giyuu felt like the two of them were sailing, swaddled in a shriveled leaf barely light enough to stay afloat on the pond. The water cradled them, but if it rained, they would grow too heavy and drown. The wind rocked them, but if it grew too strong, it would blow them away and they'd lose their ship forever. Neither moved a muscle, on opposite sides of their fragile vessel, for fear that the weight of them both might break the surface. The surface tension of silence was the only thing keeping Giyuu and Sanemi from unknown depths.

Still, he reached for his hand.

The two of them said nothing for what felt both like seconds and hours. Sanemi said nothing of Giyuu's hand finding his own, sending ripples in the water, absently rubbing the stumps where his index and middle fingers used to live. Giyuu said nothing of the naturalness of that gap: the fingers must have hurt to lose, but the space they left was the perfect size for Giyuu's thumb. It felt like home. So did Sanemi’s hand when he slotted it under Giyuu’s right stump to prop him upright sometimes, though Giyuu would never say so out loud. 

They'd both lost so much. Saying it out loud would only give them something more to lose.

Giyuu was selfish at heart.

“It’s so still, huh?” Sanemi mused. “You’d think it was frozen over.”

Giyuu hummed in reply. 

“You cold?” Sanemi asked.

“Not really,” Giyuu answered, but found his shoulders tucked under Sanemi’s haori anyway. More ripples. He froze.

It had occurred to Giyuu from the very start that Sanemi embodied everything Giyuu wished he was. A true pillar. Someone able, even eager, to protect others, even at the cost of his own life. He didn’t even have to think about it. Maybe that was why Giyuu had resented him at first: he was just like Sabito. But in the end, despite his bravery, confidence, and ineffable strength in the face of loss, Sanemi was every bit as dumb as him, and on some level, maybe that had spurred Giyuu to let a little bit of that strength possess him toward the end. He only wished it had come sooner.

“I’m gonna start on breakfast.” Sanemi ruffled his hair. He leaned towards him standing up so that his nose--and lips--brushed the top of Giyuu’s head before he tipped back to his center. “Don’t stay out too long.” 

He walked away.

Before Muzan's defeat, Giyuu had thought of Sanemi as stupid. He still thought as much. But Sanemi was brave, and selfless in a way that Giyuu never was. Giyuu had never so desperately wanted to make another person happy. Being near Sanemi made Giyuu want to ruin him, to take some of that goodness for himself, so that Sanemi could be selfish, and Giyuu could be brave. 

Brave enough to say something dangerous, like I love you.

When Giyuu slid back inside, the smell of eggs and rice welcomed him. Sanemi’s back faced the entrance, clad in that faded purple yukata, and not for the first time Giyuu wondered how he managed to spend so much of his life killing and still look so at home in a kitchen. He must have been born to provide.

Giyuu could stare at that back from the door all day, but he was tired of being selfish, so instead, he squeezed in beside him at the counter and picked up a knife. The tension between them wavered again, but he ignored it. Saying nothing, Sanemi held a bundle of chives still with one hand so that Giyuu could chop it, his attention still on the eggs he was whisking, trusting Giyuu completely not to chop his fingers off. Giyuu worked slowly in comparison to Sanemi’s confident dashing, sprinkling, and whisking; he aligned each chop with care. 

Even without the pond in front of them, Giyuu still felt that he could slip at any moment and drown. He considered going back to bed until he felt more stable. He didn't.

There wasn't much else Giyuu knew how to do in the kitchen department, but Sanemi never asked him to leave, only gently elbowing him aside when he stood in the way. Giyuu watched Sanemi season the egg and roll it, with unreal gentleness, into a lovely cylinder. 

"You wanna eat in bed?" Sanemi offered. It was a habit Giyuu had picked up over years of living alone, and Sanemi never teased him for it. In fact, it felt a little less pathetic when someone joined him.

"Sure," he said despite himself.

They only ever ate on Giyuu's futon, because Sanemi liked to keep clean and Giyuu didn't give a shit. Dim light seeped in through the walls. Plates sat in their laps. He was glad Sanemi sensed his need for quiet, because he thought that if he spoke now, something he'd regret would slip out, and there would be no going back. At the same time, Sanemi's presence at his side, and the fact that he knew Giyuu well enough to stay quiet, drove him crazy, and he might just say it anyway. Giyuu stuffed his face to keep from talking. 

Sanemi picked at his food. Giyuu forced himself to speak.

Don't be selfish, don't be selfish, don't be selfish. 

"Is…" Giyuu swallowed, restraining his thoughts. "Is something wrong?"

Sanemi blinked as if he'd forgotten Giyuu was there. "Huh? No, I…" He met his eyes, making Giyuu's breath hitch. "Actually, I should be asking you that."

"Nothing's wrong," Giyuu whispered. 

After a long moment, Sanemi averted his eyes again. Then, just as fragile as Giyuu:

"Okay."

The two were sinking. He could feel it. He tried to stuff his face some more, but he'd already cleaned his plate. He pointed to Sanemi's.

"Aren't you hungry?" 

Sanemi misread his concern, pushing the plate toward Giyuu. "Knock yourself out."

Selfish, selfish, selfish.

"No, I…"

Sanemi looked so earnest, and Giyuu realized that every time he tried to show concern like Sanemi showed for him, it turned out like this. He always twisted it around so that he was accommodating for Giyuu, like he couldn’t imagine Giyuu wanting to be around him for any reason other than to take and take and take. Infuriating; endearing. 

He thought about little Genya, and the happiness he'd wanted for his brother. Giyuu was the only one left to make that wish come true, if Sanemi would only let him. Their ship wavered dangerously. He wanted to scream. Finally, he couldn't stop himself:

"You're an idiot," Giyuu breathed.

Sanemi frowned. That hadn't come out right.

"Excuse me?"

Giyuu couldn't stop. "You're an idiot. Oh my god. You're so fucking stupid." The unmistakable urge to laugh bubbled up in Giyuu's chest, something he'd only learned to recognize over the past few months. "I can't believe this."

Giyuu laughed, clear as a bell, cutting through the tense quiet. Ripples exploded throughout the water, but the more he tried to stop them, the more the boat rocked. Sanemi had an unreadable expression, but he didn't look amused. He didn't even look angry. The closest thing Giyuu could compare it to…

Concern. Giyuu laughed harder.

"Moron," Giyuu wheezed, knocking the empty plate off his lap. "You absolute moron."

"Giyuu--"

"Sanemi." None of it mattered anymore. Giyuu was selfish, but that was okay; Sanemi was selfless to the point of stupidity, and if Giyuu didn't take what he wanted, no one would. "I want to take care of you. I care about you."

Sanemi stared dumbly. To get it through his thick skull, Giyuu moved closer, cupped his hand on Sanemi’s cheek like he always did for him, and spoke with absolute clarity:

“I love you.”

Any lingering doubt in Giyuu’s mind dispersed. Sanemi’s eyes went huge, reverent, and he stilled like if he breathed, Giyuu would turn to dust and disappear. Brave Sanemi--usually so brash, so confident. Giyuu felt a surge of pride that he could reduce him to this. He wanted to do it again. And again. And again.

"... Oh."

There was one more thing left to break.

"Sanemi," Giyuu breathed, breaking the last wall of silence, "can I kiss you?"

Sanemi didn't look away this time. He didn't even answer. He leaned in, so no barriers stood between them...

And he kissed him. And there was nothing left to mourn. And Giyuu kissed him back. And over the pounding in his ears, Giyuu couldn’t imagine ever sailing in silence again. And they kissed. And they kissed. And they kissed.

Giyuu drowned.

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

thank you so so much again louie and aya for beta reading this!!!❤❤❤

[dudeandduchess]

jealous crush with giyuu, please?

Hey hey, bby! Hope you like it. 💜✨

Also, this was borne from my recent thought that Giyuu would totally kabedon his s/o— if provoked. Lmao. I apologize if it seems a bit rushed, I just wanted to get to the kabedon-ing part. Ahaha.

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Giyuu x F!Reader: Jealous Crush (SFW Scenario):

Warnings: Language, Kabedon

“Oi! Sanemi, you fucking bastard!” (Y/n) cried with a laugh, as she came running up behind the Wind Hashira before jumping right onto his back.

Her arms immediately locked around his neck in a chokehold, which had Sanemi momentarily gasping for air. “Get the fuck off, (Y/n)!”

Out of irritation, the young man lifted his right hand up and began lightly swatting at his closest friend’s left arm. He never would have dared to lay a finger on any other woman, but (Y/n) was different— she had always been one of the boys for him, since they had grown up in the same village and did basically everything together.

“You didn’t even tell me that you would be gone on a mission,” (Y/n) answered with another tug at her arms— just as she wrapped her legs around her friend’s waist. “Are you trying to avoid me now?”

Sanemi rolled his eyes at that, then decided to give in and let her hang on for a piggy back ride. His steady hands then made their way to her legs— settling on the undersides of her thighs to hold her upright. “Me? Avoid you? I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Good,” (Y/n) chimed happily, before leaning her chin down against Sanemi’s shoulder. Slowly, her grin tapered down into a soft smile, and she said, “Because you’re all I have left, Nemi. You and Genya.”

The moment between the pair was heartwarming at best for most people, but not for Giyuu. He felt his chest tighten at the sight before him but, no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t will himself to turn his attention elsewhere.

His entire body felt so restless and tense— as it always did whenever he saw (Y/n) acting so sweet with Shinazugawa. He knew that they were nothing more than friends, but his heart wouldn’t believe what his brain had been trying to tell it for the past few years.

The way that (Y/n) would talk to the other Hashira always got to him; it made him feel so much jealousy bubbling within in that it was a cause of alarm everytime it happened.

Because he had never been one to dwell on feelings like that, so to have him harbor it whenever he so much as saw the pair together made him so angry at himself.

Angry because it was wrong of him to feel that way.

(Y/n) wasn’t his possession, and she never had been— so his own feelings were out of place.

If only it were that easy to control it, though.

***

And so, with every Hashira meeting that passed, his feelings for her grew. The more that he fell for her, the worse that his jealousy became— until he couldn’t hold it back anymore.

Giyuu felt so restless within his own body— so much so that he had taken to pacing one of the corridors within the Slayer Headquarters, in an effort to clear his mind.

But it wasn’t working.

Because the memory of (Y/n) leaning over to press a kiss to Shinazugawa’s cheek, while they were talking beneath the sakura tree, had imprinted itself into his mind,

Every detail was stark, and every second played on repeat until he felt like he was going to explode with jealousy.

“Tomioka? Are you okay?” (Y/n)’s voice made the Water Hashira freeze mid-step, just as he turned to look at her over his shoulder. “You seem... tense.”

Giyuu couldn’t speak. For once not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t have any words to say.

He knew that if he opened his mouth everything would come pouring out in a haphazard confession, so he bit down on his tongue and forced himself to nod.

“Really? Because you also look really angry.”

What she was even doing inside the mansion, he didn’t know. It was only supposed to have been him in there, since all of the other Hashira had agreed on having tea out in the garden.

“Did someone make you mad?” The young woman asked softly— so soft that he wouldn’t have been able to tell that she uttered such foul words to Shinazugawa on a constant basis.

If he were to be honest, it was the first time that he’d seen her act so... soft, and he found that he liked that side of her— which he had just discovered.

Slowly, (Y/n) closed the distance between her and Giyuu— ignoring the way that her heart thumped erratically in her chest. His gaze was so intent on her, that it made her feel self conscious, but she decided to ignore that as well in favor of reaching out to place a hand on his arm.

Her hand wasn’t even an inch away from his arm when she felt her back hit the wall to her right. In one quick move, Giyuu had spun around and trapped her against the wooden partition.

Both of his arms caged her right where she was, and she could only stare wide-eyed at him as he looked back at her.

“Do you want to know what’s bothering me so badly?” Giyuu asked quietly, which made (Y/n) nod in response.

A brief bout of silence stretched between them after that, as he tried to get his thoughts in order. But he really couldn’t do so, as everything jumped out at him all at once.

He couldn’t be smooth with her, nor could he charm her into forgetting what he had just done.

No decent man should ever trap a woman like he did, but he would be damned if he didn’t admit that the wide-eyed and flustered expression on (Y/n)’s face looked cute.

And he felt that he owed her enough to just admit the truth to her. He would consider that as enough recompense for his lothario-esque actions. “What’s really bothering me... is how jealous I get when I see you with Shinazugawa. Because I love you, (Y/n). I’ve loved you for a while now.”