inosuke feels weird recently. and he’s frustrated that he can’t figure out why.
some time after him, you became a demon slayer, and the first time he met you he got this agonizing feeling in his chest.
he felt sick. like he had accidentally swallowed butterflies again. it was similar to the sensation he gets when he can sense something, but different.
he had to know what was wrong.
he visited the butterfly mansion multiple times, trying so hard to describe his grotesque feelings. but he got nothing.
the last thing he resorted to…was question you.
you were peacefully walking through the garden bordering the butterfly mansion. you’d just finish a grueling mission and just wanted some peace and quiet.
“HEY!!!” you heard a booming yell behind you and didn’t even have to look to know who it was.
you sighed softly and turned around with a small smile. “yes, inosuke?”
he stomped his way up to you, so pumped that he took off his boar mask. “you!…whatever you’re doin’ to me..stop it now!” he glared at you, the tips of his ears flushed red.
you tilted your head. “i…don’t know what you mean? i haven’t done anything to you…” you watched as he got even more visibly angry. “YES YOU ARE!!”
he reached up to grip his blue ombré hair. “every time i get close to you…it feels like something’s squeezin’ my organs! and—and my body gets hot!”
the longer he spoke, the more you realized what was happening. hashibira inosuke…had a crush on you. of course he didn’t know that. how were you even supposed to explain?
“uhh…” your hand came up to scratch your scalp. “how do i put this..it’s…not my fault?” “HAH?! so you’re sayin’ it’s MY fault?!”
“nonono! of coursee not, inosuke.” you gently placed your hand on his shoulder, and his face instantly started reddening. “you may have…a crush on me?”
inosuke paused and tilted his head, eye twitching. “…huh?” “it means that you have…erm. romantic feelings towards me. like—like a mom and dad do!”
he stood there. eyes widened. you were genuinely scared for whatever response he was going to have.
“…so i need to do ‘marriage’ with you?” “yes yes…WAIT WHAT?! that’s—inosuke that’s like wayyy too far in the future!—”
“no!” inosuke now had his hands on your shoulders, and that cheeky smile like he was about to utter something stupid.
moving in together — inosuke, mitsuri, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu, tengen
Author’s Note: inspired by my recent move! 🥳 Ty @electronerd47 for reminding me that Inosuke exists- 😆
moving in together— inosuke, mitsuri, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu, tengen
Hashibira Inosuke x Reader, Kanorji Mitsuri x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader
Word Count: ~1,700
CW: explicit language
~faqs~
Have you considered insuring your belongings? 💀
Inosuke gets… a little distracted, while packing
And stuff gets… a lot broken, as a result 😃
For instance!
Spinning plates
Very cool at the circus; less cool when your dinner plates are no longer plates, but are now in pieces on the ground 🙃
Strength training
Yes, he can lift an absurd amount of weight; no, the box he filled past the brim cannot handle said weight; yes, the bottom falls out; yes, there were fragile items in the box 😶
Juggling pretty much everything
For whatever reason, he can juggle knives and lit candles, but mugs and vases? Your collection is a wee bit smaller now 😬 (thankfully, you had the foresight to personally pack your most cherished, one-of-a-kind pieces beforehand)
You salvage what you can (Inosuke’s hidden talent is he’s a master of mosaics; you’ve scolded him enough over broken dishes that he’s had to figure out how to reuse ‘em — your various end tables, dining table, and desk all feature his work ☺️), and let go of the rest
Tbf, he isn’t intentionally careless (thus far, he hasn’t broken anything ~important), and the entertainment and laughter you get to share is often worth the price
You’ve learned to value memories over materials, and also maybe to hire movers 😆 (Inosuke doesn’t trust ‘em, buuut he realizes he has no ground to stand on when you start rattling off a list of Stuff Broken by Hashibira Inosuke in The Past 48 Hours… it’s longer than it should be 😅)
Personally offended if you try to hire movers, but does her best to be chill about it
Look, you know she can carry everything
Loveseat? No problem
3 cushion couch? No problem
Multiple pieces of a 6 section couch? Mitsuri isn’t even breaking a sweat
Fridge, washing machine, vintage bathtub complete with claw feet that you just had to buy? — she can carry it
But moving can be stressful, and you wanted to make it a little easier for her 🥺
You didn’t mean to insult her strength, nor take it for granted! 😅
“Baby, why is there a moving truck parked outside? I thought we were gonna go to the rental place together?”
You grin, “Surprise!” hands resting on her hips as you stare out the window with her, “I hired movers for us!”
“... movers?”
You don’t see her face fall, but you certainly hear it in her tone and feel it in her slouch
“... yeah?” you’re hesitant, “So we can relax a bit today.”
“Awww you can absolutely relax! I’d love to carry everything!”
Bless her sweet, beautiful heart 🤧🥲🥰🥰
“I mean, you can totally carry whatever you want,” you kiss her head, frowning to yourself, “I know you’re better than any mover out there. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” smiling faintly as her spine straightens, “I thought maybe it could be nice to delegate a bit, take a load off of us.”
She spins around, eyes a little misty but voice steady as she meets your gaze, “That was really thoughtful of you,” nose crinkling sheepishly, “I guess a bit of relaxation would be nice. We’ve been packing nonstop for weeks!”
You know things will be fine when she gives you a careful squeeze—she’s cracked a rib before 🫣—and winks
“But not too much relaxation! Now let’s go help those movers!” 😤😎💪💪
It does not matter how much stuff you have
Everything will be packed, and then unpacked, within 3 days of departing/arriving 😌
A part of you is almost annoyed by how Kyojuro is just THAT efficient 😵💫
But can you really be annoyed when you have a comfy bed to sleep in literally Night 1? 😴
Or a fully stocked and functional kitchen by Morning 2? (never mind that Kyojuro can’t cook; it’s the thought—and the hot chocolate 🤤—that counts)
Y’know those couple videos where one’s a neat freak and the other is trying to fill up a glass of water or something but their partner puts it in the dishwasher before they can even put the water in it?
That’s Rengoku Kyojuro
Well- He’s not that frustrating, but he’s certainly ~attentive! 😅
Srsly tho, the slightly cumbersome consequence of Kyojuro doing a majority of the unpacking (at 5am while you’re still deeeeep asleep) is that you have no idea where anything is 🙃
Do you tell him how much you appreciate him unpacking the bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, the, the, the? OF COURSE! 🥹😍
Do you also have to ask him where the trash bags are? And the extra hand towels? And the mugs? And the spatulas? And your rubber band collection? And the laundry detergent? And your socks?
Yup.
🤦🤦♀️🤦♂️
Repacks everything, twice 🥴
“It’s not you, it’s me,” makes you feel better about the first box, and even the fourth, bUT SERIOUSLY?!
“Sanemi, why are you emptying-“
“It’s not you, it’s-“
“I DON’T CARE!”
His eyes widen, frying pan in his hand as he freezes
He didn’t realize he was upsetting you 😶
“I don’t care. I know you’re particular. I know you want everything packed a certain way. I know it isn’t me. It’s very fucking obviously a you problem—”
You might be yelling, but he doesn’t really mind
He kinda likes it
“—But it’s hurting my feelings! Maybe I’m not the best fucking packer in the entire fucking world, but I can still help!!!!!”
Ah
He understands now 😅
He hopes he does
Sanemi puts the pan down, wraps his arms around you (you can’t deny that you immediately sink into his chest), and kisses your forehead
“Of course you can still help. You have been an amazing help. I’m the one doubling the work, belittling you, and making a mess of things. I’m sorry.”
“Moving is stressful,” you mumble
Sanemi swallows thickly
You’re so patient with him 🥹
“And we should be alleviating each other’s stress,” he frowns, “Not creating it.”
He kisses your forehead again, squeezing you just tightly enough that nothing breaks, “I’m sorry.”
Procrastinates until the last second possible
Don’t get me wrong! He’s very excited to move in with you
But he’s also fragile sentimental, so moving tends to bring up aaall the feels 😮💨
What do you mean We can just buy new ones?! He remembers exactly when and how that plate chipped! And now you want to take that memory away from him????? 😵💫
“Giyuu, didn’t you say you were gonna give those away a couple months ago?”
You raise an eyebrow at him as he tries (and fails) to sneak past you with his arms full of throw blankets, doing your best to remain stern despite how absolutely adorable he looks, his face barely visible amidst the pile of floof
“Uhh…” 😃
“I thought we already packed like, five of those?”
“Well…” 😃
“And you’re gonna pack three more?”
Giyuu pouts 🥺, and it takes all your willpower to not immediately go out and buy him another throw blanket 😭
“You got me these,” he mumbles, “They’re special.” 🥺
Apparently your willpower has been quite weak in the past 🙃
“We’re just running out of room,” you say
“These compress down nicely,” he counters
And who are you to argue with sound logic??? 🤷🤷♀️🤷♂️
He does eventually let some things go re: chipped dishware, the rusted pan that takes longer to clean than it does to use, and the shopping bag that you’ve done your best to repair over the years but is seriously at the end of its life — but you end up with about six more bins of stuff than you’d originally intended to take 🥴
Tries his best to carry everything… with moderate success 🙃
Not due to his inability to carry everything 😤
But bc he has 4 partners who, despite him being fast af, are still quick enough to pitch in and help 😉
“I was gonna carry that!” Tengen whines as Makio passes him with a box of dishes
“Eyes on your own boxes!” she retorts, snickering when he nearly trips on the front step, his six boxes swaying precariously in his arms 🫨
“Yeah Tengen, eyes on your own boxes,” Suma giggles, passing him with her arms full of groceries
“We’re gonna make a little lunch for everyone, so unload as much as you can before then!” Hina smiles, her arms also full of groceries
“Aww, thank yoouuu,” you singsong, delicately balancing three smaller boxes as you follow them into the house, “Don’t drop anything Tengen, I’m pretty sure two of your boxes say Fragile.” 🤭
He gulps
Shit 😬
You’re so right 😭
Of course, Tengen is quite capable, so everything gets successfully delivered to its correct room, but he’s mindful to only carry five boxes afterwards 😅 (okay, okay, still six if none are labeled Fragile 😎)
“So, how many boxes has everybody carried in thus far?” 😏
Unfortunately, Tengen is undeterred by the 4 sets of rolling eyes answering him 🙄
“Six boxes,” Hina shrugs, “But Suma and I cooked lunch.”
“Eleven!” Makio smirks, “And a lot of heavy ones.”
“Not too many boxes,” you nudge Tengen, “I’m focusing on odd shaped items.”
“Suuure you are,” he winks, “Well I’ve brought in twenty two!” 🤗
“You do have a ton of clothes,” you drawl, ignoring his indignant gasp, “Have you brought in anything for the rest of us?”
“I’ll bring in everything for us ALL!” 😤😤
“Sooooo should we take out the boxes that we’ve brought in?” Makio grins, “So that you can actually bring in everything?” 😃
Maaaybe he can’t carry everything, BUT he’ll just wait for you all to go to sleep so he can unpack everything! 😤😤😤
Spoiler Alert: You were right. Again. He has a ton of clothes. By the time he crawls into bed (at 4am), they’re the only thing he’s unpacked. 🥴
Inosuke x f!reader (all characters are 18+) established relationship.
Summary: Inosuke gets wounded during a fight, and he is supposed to get bed rest. Well, he had a partner and other ideas.
Tags: fingering, oral [fem receiving], p in v.
The sun was hiding already, casting a warm golden light over the Butterfly Mansion. The air was thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and the faint sweetness of wisteria. You paced outside the recovery ward, your heart thudding against your ribs. Inosuke had returned from his latest mission, battered and bruised, his boar mask cracked and barely clinging to his face. The sight of him stumbling through the gates, bloodied but still snarling with defiance, had sent a jolt of panic through you even if you had seen him like that numerous times.
Now, you stood by his bedside, arms crossed, staring down at the wild boy. You two had been partners for a while, on the battlefield and in the quieter, more heated moments that neither of you spoke about aloud. His chest was bandaged, his arm in a sling, and his green eyes blazed with that infuriating stubborness that he always had.
'Get up? Hah! I’m fine!' Inosuke barked, trying to swing his legs off the bed. His voice was hoarse, and the wince that flickered across his face betrayed his bravado. 'I don’t need to lie around like some weakling!'
'You idiot,' you snapped, stepping closer to block his path. 'You fought a Lower Moon by yourself, and you’re lucky to be breathing right now. Lie. Down.' , you said almost growling.
He glared at you, his jaw set. 'Don’t tell me what to do, I’m the great Inosuke Hashibira, i am the king of the mountains!' He tried to stand, but his knees buckled, and he gripped the edge of the bed, gritting his teeth.
You sighed, softening despite your frustration. Kneeling beside him, you placed a hand on his good shoulder.
'You’re not fighting anyone right now, you stubborn boar. You’re hurt. Even the strongest warriors need to heal'
His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t shrug off your touch. That was progress, ' i want to leave, i have more demons to kill', he grunted taking off the arm sling and trowing it to the ground, crossing his arms, in pain but he did not cared.
You couldn’t help but smile, a small tick also apearing on your eye.
'Yeah, well, you’re stuck here until Shinobu says otherwise. And I’m not letting you sneak out to do something stupid, like challenge a tree to a duel'.
Inosuke snorted, a faint smirk tugging at his lips 'A tree wouldn’t stand a chance'
'Neither do you if you don’t rest' you shot back, poking his chest gently.
'Just… please, Inosuke, i was scared when they brought you in,i thought-' Your voice caught, and you looked away, swallowing hard.
He went quiet, which was rare for him. You could feel his gaze on you, intense and searching. 'You… worried about me?' he asked, brow furrowed, his voice still a little rough but without that agressive edge.
'Of course I was idiot' you said, meeting his eyes.
'You’re my partner. I care about you, even if you are a dumbass', you said.
Inosuke’s cheeks flushed faintly, though he tried to hide it by turning his head. 'Tch. Don’t get all sappy on me'. But he didn’t pull away when you took his hand.
You squeezed his fingers gently.
' I’m being practical, if you don’t rest, you won’t heal. If you don’t heal, you can’t fight. And if you can’t fight, who’s gonna have my back out there?'
He huffed, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward. 'Fine. But only ‘cause you’re begging me'
'I’m not begging' you said, rolling your eyes. But as you settled onto the stool beside his bed, something shifted in the air between you. The mansion was quiet, the other slayers asleep or occupied elsewhere. Inosuke’s eyes lingered on you, tracing the curve of your neck, the way your uniform clung to your body after a long day. His breathing, though still ragged from his injuries, grew heavier.
'You know' he growled low, his good hand reaching out to grab your wrist, pulling you closer, 'if I’m stuck here, might as well make it worth it'
Your pulse quickened as he tugged you onto the bed, careful not to jostle his wounds too much. 'Inosuke, you’re wounded, i-' you started, but his lips crashed against yours, rough and demanding, cutting off your protest. His kiss was like him, fierce, tasting of sweat and blood and that wild earthiness that was uniquely Inosuke.
You melted into it, your hands threading through his wild hair, pulling him deeper. When you broke apart, both panting, he smirked. 'See? I’m fine. Now shut up and help me forget about this stupid rest'
Before you could argue, his fingers were already working at the ties of your uniform, calloused and insistent. You gasped as he exposed your skin to the cool air, his mouth trailing hot kisses down your throat, nipping at your collarbone. 'Inosuke… someone might hear…', you sighed, but made no effort to pull away.
'Let ‘em' he muttered against your skin, his voice a low rumble. His good hand slid between your thighs, parting them with surprising gentleness for him. You bit your lip as his fingers found your core, already slick with anticipation. He grinned wickedly, feeling your wetness.
'Hah, you’re ready for me. Knew it', he grinned, cupping your pussy.
He teased you first, circling your clit with rough pads of his fingers, drawing out soft whimpers from you. Then, he pushed your panties aside, and slid one finger inside, curling it just right, making your back arch. 'Fuck, you’re tight' he groaned, adding a second finger, pumping them in and out slowly at first, then faster, his thumb pressing against your sensitive nub. Your hips bucked against his hand, chasing the building pressure, your nails digging into his uninjured shoulder.
'Inosuke… please…' you moaned, your voice breathless.
He chuckled, pulling his fingers out just as you were on the edge, leaving you whining in frustration. 'Not yet. I want a taste first'
With a strength that belied his injuries, he maneuvered you up the bed, settling between your legs, completely sliding your panties down,his mouth descended on you without warning, his tongue lapping at your folds hungrily, like he was starving. He sucked on your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, while his fingers gripped your thighs, holding you open for him. The sounds were obscene, wet, sloppy, mixed with your muffled cries as you clamped a hand over your mouth to stifle them.
He devoured you relentlessly, his grunts vibrating against your core, pushing you closer and closer. 'Come for me' he demanded between licks, and that was all it took. Your orgasm crashed over you, waves of pleasure making your body tremble, your juices coating his chin as he lapped them up greedily.
Panting, you reached for him, but he was already shifting, his pants shoved down just enough to free his hard cock, thick and throbbing. 'You ready?' he asked, his eyes dark with lust.
You nodded, pulling him down for another kiss as he positioned himself at your entrance. He thrust in slowly at first, letting you adjust to his size, but once he was buried deep, his control snapped. He pounded into you with raw power, each stroke hitting that perfect spongy spot inside you, making you see stars. The bed creaked under you, but neither of you cared, his grunts mixed with your moans, the slap of skin on skin filling the room.
“Fuck,… so good…” he growled, his pace relentless despite the twinge of pain in his wounds. You wrapped your legs around him, urging him deeper, your walls clenching around him as another climax built.
He came first, spilling inside you with a guttural roar, his hips stuttering as he filled you up. The sensation pushed you over the edge again, milking him dry as you cried out his name.
Finally spent, he collapsed beside you, careful not to crush you, his arm draping over your waist. 'See? Told you I’m fine' he panted, smirking through his exhaustion.
You laughed weakly, curling into him. 'Yeah… but now you really need to rest'
He tried to argue, but your gaze shut him up, his eyes already drifting shut as you both lay there, tangled and satisfied in the quiet of the mansion.
And somewhere outside the estate there was a very, very traumatized Zenitsu running away.
