Before missions Tanjiro always makes sure he gets a good luck kiss from you; he tells himself that’s why he’s so lucky when slaying demons.
Your sweet lips on his always remind him of why he is fighting and give him the motivation to keep going.
And once he gets back from fighting, he’ll always rush up to you; despite his injuries, he’ll always be as excited as a puppy seeing you again.
Once in your arms, he’ll just melt as you cup his face, leaning in lovingly as he lets you kiss him.
After returning to the Butterfly estate to get patched up, he’ll be rambling about how much he missed you while gone.
He also doesn’t care if he has some injuries on his legs; he’ll have you sit on his lap, with a firm grip on your hip and waist.
All this just to receive more of your lovely kisses while he recovers, and he swears that your kisses are the reason he can heal so fast.
𝒁𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒂
Zenitsu is always weeping before getting called out for a mission, so he always seeks comfort in your kisses.
“I don’t want to leave you, (Y/N)!! I’m so scared I feel like—" He immediately shuts up when he feels you give him a simple kiss on the cheek.
He’s now all over you, grabbing at your clothes, huffing and puffing that he wants more kisses.
When he finally leaves for the mission, he’s grumbling and whining about not wanting to leave your side, but he follows the crow’s orders.
With the demon's head on the ground, you arrived to help with evacuating the town and were stunned to see Zenitsu acting completely different.
He zooms right towards you, and even with his eyes closed, he cups your chin and asks for a kiss.
Once you brush your lips against his, he wakes up and is all flustered, stammering and asking when you arrived.
𝑰𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒂
Both you and Inosuke were battling a demon, and unfortunately, you two were separated during the fight.
However, after managing through the battle, when you saw Inosuke, you couldn’t help but run over to him to check if he was alright.
“Enough! Get off me! I’m fine!” He’ll huff as you check on him, and he seems kind of upset, and you don’t really understand why.
While checking up on the townspeople, Inosuke was grumbling before grabbing your wrist, dragging you to an alley that wasn’t filled with rubble.
He’d then VIGOROUSLY shake you and poke at your cheek and sides. “DID THE DEMON HIT YOU HARD IN THE HEAD, HUH?!”
He’d yell, and then it clicked: you forgot to give him his after-fight kiss as a reward, and after you slip his mask up just to expose his nose and lips, he’d settle down—for now.
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂
Genya always tells himself that he isn’t the best demon slayer since he doesn’t know how to do the breathing techniques, but your kisses before any mission he goes on always motivate him.
His tall stature is leaned over just to your height so he can receive that sweet kiss of yours, his mind memorizing the taste and warmth of your lips.
He finds himself feeling motivated to just get the mission finished so he can return to you, in your welcoming arms to find peace.
While fighting, he hears some commotion going on and sees you; he tells himself to focus on the mission and finishes off the demon before rushing over towards you.
He checks if you were alright, dropping his gun and sword, and as soon as you welcome him back in your arms, you can’t help but chuckle as you wipe some of his drool from his mouth since he was still affected from consuming demons.
He’d have his hands on your hips and waist, holding you close and tightly as you pepper sweet kisses along his face.
(Hey I feel terrible for disappearing for a while again but I found myself super busy these past few months but I hope I can keep pumping out a bunch of these drafts. Thank you @kawaistrawberry21 for the request! this was a super cute idea and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I had fun writing it!)
I'm too lazy to search and read the canon materials (also slow internet) so I need to ask if in Demon Slayer, how does age work for the demons. I'm aware that they stop growing at the age that they turned into, and many retain their personalities and mentality of their original age, but given some cases, do they actually capable of becoming more 'mature' in a sense?
For example, let's take Daki and Tamayo's cases. I believe Daki's childish personality and behavior is because she IS a child from the moment she was turned into a demon, and that Gyutaro spoils her a lot so she can express whatever she desires without consequences. Then again, she does learn some more stuff as a demon even though it's within the red light district circle. (Writing this and thinking of how really tragic her and Gyutaro's life is :((( ) For Tamayo's case, I believe she was turned when she was 19 years old? Living as a demon for hundreds of years also shapes her to what we can see of her in the series.
I don't know how to make sense of this, there's just this question in my mind that I can't word out properly and the closest thing it resembles is "do demons capable of 'growing up' ", of course not in age or mental but hrnghhhhhhhhhhh hmmmmmmmm ahh hmmmmmmm
Ok hilarious scenario: Tamayo has lived for 500+ years old even though she was turned into a demon when she was 19 years old, and she wants to get a license for something but it requires the person to have experience prior and be 25+ of age. She has the experiences, but does she still get to have the licence?
Edit: WAIT WAIT I GOT THE QUESTION: Do demons psychologically and emotionally develop over time?
"I think of this flute you gave me as you."
I had no idea... what was so pleasing about that piece of junk.
Here Michikatsu's disregard and unease comes not from throwaway superficiality directed at the object itself, as much as it is a reflection of his own perceived lack of value and awakened sense of inferiority. How could Yoriichi, the recently established child prodigy, love something he made with such vivacity? Anything he does or tries is clearly lacking by comparison, and being told the opposite is 'disturbing' (remember these are the emotions, trapped in time, of an ~8-9 year old).
On the other hand, Yoriichi saying 'We may be apart, but I will not lose heart... and I will work diligently each day' shows a clear appreciation and devoted admiration towards Michikatsu's spirit and determination. The flute is a metaphor for Michikatsu in Yoriichi's vision, with his love poured into the memory of his brother as Yoriichi knew him. It's why he kept the object imprinted with this version of Michikatsu into adulthood and old age (in a pouch made from Uta's kimono: two important people in his life, both lost to him). He kept this object for decades, knowing Michikatsu was no longer human and knowing at whose side he stood; knowing how it would end if they met again.
Michikatsu slashing through the flute after their final standoff and Yoriichi's death is both an execution of the Self and the symbol of their shared connection through childhood, adulthood, across a lifetime. Now there were no more ties to that mortal coil: maybe that was the moment he truly became Kokushibo.
Despite all this, once their story ends, as Michikatsu turns to ashes we find he kept it all along: that broken 'piece of junk' that could only play off pitch—not unlike the image of himself which he harbored deep in his hidden heart. For centuries, while killing, maiming, and consuming humans, he kept close this reminder of a former life, someone he both cherished and hated. What if I cry about them and their flute forever.
Listen, I just know that if somehow, a demon, EVEN THE UPPERMOONS, get close to a human who gives them what they didn't get enough of in their human lives, they just won't leave it alone. It's kinda like an AU of mine where a demon can have a favorite human that they don't ever let go of, because why would they? It's THEIR human. Period.
Let’s talk about mitsuri and her relationship with food because I need to talk about this.
⚠️Eating disorder Tw⚠️
Mitsuri has an ED and I don’t care what anyone says she does. (Yes people can eat a lot and be fine and healthy I’m not talking about that) and I haven’t seen many people talking about this but just as shinobu has insecurities I’m sure Mitsuri does too.
It started when she was trying to get married so before she became a slayer. Like when she was 16( the age her fiancé left her)
She starved herself eating less than her body needed to function. I cannot imagine how she felt probably wanting to eat more and holding back just to fit the image that most likely to get her a husband. (It’s not wrong to change how you look but don’t do it at the expense of your health please).
It kinda frustrates me how this was looked over so casually just like a simple sentence but I can imagine this probably continued when Rengoku was training her too. Like even her family said they worried about her just changing and she kinda brushed them off because she thought she was doing good changing.
When someone tells you something that affects the way you go about your daily life it doesn’t just go away in an instant. And maybe Oyakata-san did help with Mitsuri getting better and going in the right direction but I don’t think that was the end of it.
When you struggle with image it’s hard not to continue to compare yourself and wish you were different or born different so I honestly think Mitsuri still struggled with eating afterwards.
Possibly sometimes forgetting to eat or realizing she hasn’t eaten and eating more than her body can handle and laughing it off saying she’s super hungry.
Looking at food and craving to eat but also looking at it and having slight disgust with it.
Mitsuri thinking she’s fine now because she’s accepted her body and her strength and it’s okay to be different but not realizing she shouldn’t be over eating.
Eating anything offered because it’s rude and she doesn’t want to be rude and doesn’t want to worry anyone that she’s not fine.
I just imagine that she still had some type of problem with food is all.
!!! This is my opinion and thoughts you don’t have to think this but yeah!!!
I see Gyomei being into orgasm control/edging, overstimulation and tantric-inspired sex.
He’s the stone pillar, he’d be into dragging things out for as long as possible. He probably sees sex as something divine/spiritual and enjoys the build up because of it.
Maybe you’re a worker at one of the Wisteria Houses that he sleeps with on occasion but most of the time it’s just hours of edging for the both of you. I could see him dragging things out for months over several visits. Ya know, just taking time whenever you both can to enjoy each other and get to a point where nothing exists but the pleasure you’re experiencing together.
Gyomei would be able to keep going until you tap out. I could see him edging inside of a partner until they’re too sore to take him anymore or they run out of stamina. He’s a big dude so I imagine him packing some serious heat. If you accidentally cum before he’s decided it’s time, your punishment is an even longer edging period. He still wouldn’t cum, though.
When he does cum it’s usually intense and he can have several depending on how long he’s held off. He has serious control over his muscles and that includes his PC muscles, which allows people to orgasm without ejaculation and can open the door for multiple orgasms.
I headcanon that he's into tantric massage, or something close to it. The point of a tantric body massage is to create an experience that makes the receiver feel as though all physical barriers between them and the giver are dissolved. This includes genital attention, but orgasm isn’t the goal. In fact, it’s recommended that the giver curb the urge to orgasm if they sense their partner getting close. It’s not discouraged, however, and there are ways to help people “ride the wave” once they get there.
But the giver offers this massage with no expectation of reciprocation, and the receiver can accept pleasure with no need to return it. The giver can learn the body language of the receiver and responses to touch as well. It's meant to be a deep connection between them.
So - when Gyomei is giving you attention you’re in for a long...slow...sensual massage. He’d use a scentless camellia oil, or other natural oil for it. Connecting through touch and genuine pleasure means a lot to him. The first time you sleep together there wouldn’t be any edging, he’d just want to learn your body.
It would start with a long bath. You help each other get fully scrubbed and cleaned. It wouldn't be an inherently sexual experience, but knowing what was coming would build the anticipation. Also cleaning that absolute unit of a man's back would undoubtedly stir feelings. But he wouldn’t pull anything and if you tried anything he’d shut it down - in a very patient and calm way. You truly cannot get a rise out of this man.
After the bath you'd go to a room or space where all that can be heard is each other and the sounds of nature. A comfortable raised bed would be set up with fresh linens for you, with pillows to support your head and prop up your hips.
He wants you all to himself for a few hours at least.
His breathing, as always, is steady and calm. After laying down on your back, you'd spend time getting your breathing in rhythm. He wants to make sure you're fully comfortable before beginning the massage, and would check to see if you have any areas you don't want to be touched.
Once he starts, you immediately notice how big - and calloused his hands are. But his movements are calculated and deft. It takes no time at all for you to melt under his touch.
He'd start with your fingertips, giving each digit attention before moving to your hand and wrist. Kneading his way up your arm to the shoulder, he’d give a few long caresses down your arm again before switching to repeat the movements on the other side. Once he finishes there, he’d switch to a neck and upper back rub.
“Breathe. Don’t forget to breathe.” He’d remind you with patience and care. Inhale. Exhale.
When working your scalp and neck, he'd occasionally grip your hair at the root for a good squeeze. Nothing intense, but enough to send a shiver down your back.
Then he’d move to your torso, but would purposefully avoid your chest and nipples until later. It might be a bit frustrating, but the point is to drag things out. So you’d lean into the feeling of his hands on your body. The steady sound of his breaths. You open your eyes to peek at him and get a little bashful at the sight of his absolute focus on you.
He’d skip over your hips and move down to your feet and toes. Again, he’d massage each digit before giving you a thorough foot massage, reminding you to breathe when he presses a little too hard on accident. You get the smallest apology kiss on your thigh but his hands stay in place.
As with everything else, he takes his time moving up each leg and you're drinking in each touch by this point. He’s slowed down by the time he gets to your upper thighs, and you whimper when his hands leave you before he gets to your needy wet pussy.
Comfort comes with a warm palm on your solar plexus, encouraging you to breathe in rhythm with his clear, strong breaths. Once he's satisfied, he replenishes the camellia oil before massaging your chest.
He’d circle your breasts in smooth motions, waiting until your breath gets a little more heavy before moving to knead and massage them. As with everywhere else, he'd take his time before even brushing over your nipples. Each motion is deliberate, never a moment too soon.
By now your body is totally relaxed, your submission to his touch is not lost on him. As you respond to his attention to your nipples, he leans in to sing soft praises in your ear about how amazing you feel. How good you’re being for him.
When your heart rate starts to increase and your breath catches a few times, he lessens the tension by going back to massaging your neck and scalp.
When you're relaxed again, his hands suddenly leave you entirely. A moment later, drops of the oil are felt on your upper thighs and vulva - your heart rate increases again as his hands return to massage your thighs.
You hold your breath when you feel his fingers brush the ditch between your pelvis and thigh and he spreads your legs wide. A large palm gently presses over your entire vulva, he applies firm pressure but instructs you not to grind into him, much to your dismay.
"Breathe," he whispers, "don't forget to breathe."
He keeps the pressure steady while he explores, stroking your folds delicately. He’d gently glide your inner and outer labia between his thumb and forefinger, a mixture of your own juices and the massage oil making it easy. He’d swap between this finger massage and pressing into your outer lips, asking you to hold still as you get more excited.
Before touching your clit, he’d slip his middle finger into you ever so slightly. You’d be blessed with a hum of approval in reaction to how you feel in that moment. Your quickened heartbeat on his fingers through your swollen cunt would cause his own heart rate to speed up. That feeling is everything he’s built up to, everything still to come. He’d smile to himself in that moment, truly enjoying everything about how you feel, sound, and smell.
As his finger pushes in, he takes the thumb of his opposite hand and begins to massage your clit. His movements stay as steady as ever but the pressure in rhythm with him massaging into your g-spot builds up fast. All the prep he’s done is paying off in this moment as you reach your peak, calling his name and grinding your hips into his firm hands.
He’d keep a steady rhythm through your orgasm and when you’re done twitching, he’d pull his fingers out and lean in to take a few long, broad licks of your pussy. He’d dip his tongue inside you as far as he could, humming in enjoyment once again.
What you didn’t know was that he was already edging for a while at that point, on his own since he wasn’t seeing anyone. So he was already ready to burst at feeling you slowly unravel under his touch. After your breathing was normal again, he leaned in to ask if he could rub himself on you.
You feel your face get hot when he asks a lewd question in such a straightforward way, he’s usually so serious and intimidating. You say yes and in no time at all, he’s sitting between your legs. You’re still laying down on your back and now he’s naked and towering over you.
You’re still so slick from the massage and cumming, he sighs deeply when he presses his cock onto you. You expected him to be big due to his general stature but you found yourself feeling a little nervous. You started to grind back into him in rhythm with his thrusts, both of you careful to not let him enter you by accident.
“Sorry, ‘m not going to last…” he chokes into your ear after he grinds into you for a few minutes. It’s a little flattering that such an unshakable man in every possible way could be brought to orgasm so quickly without even penetrating. You pull him into a kiss and ask him to cum for you in the sweetest voice you could muster.
After he cums all over your belly and tits, he’d lay down next to you and cuddle until you were ready for another round. He could easily go all night.
Once you’re finished, he’d be an aftercare king. Very caring and doting on his partner - especially after an intense session. Plenty of cuddles, your favorite foods, a warm bath, etc. You name it, he’s on it. He’s the quintessential gentle giant.
After the massage experience, he’d use it to bring up edging and the other stuff he’s into to see what you’d be okay with trying out. He wouldn’t pressure you into anything, but he’d be excited for anything you share interests in!
