#kocho

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Much needed redraw..

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Tosenkyo game with Douma🪭🦋

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**Shinobu and Kyojurou were included but krita, for some reason, decided to kill them off valentines day chibis

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Medicate me

Shinobu Kochō x wife! reader

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word count: 1400

-> pt1

It was a busy time for the butterfly estate. Tanjiro and the other Kanoe he travelled with had arrived a few weeks ago and will remain under the care of your girls until they have fully recovered from their mission in the entertainment district. You’d kept busy making recovery meals and organising medication shipments but someone’s absence from the grounds had made it difficult to focus on much else.

Shinobu was not on a mission, rather, she's been out of her office for three days. You knew her work was important and you’d accepted the fact that her attention would always be divided, even before the two of you were engaged. Still, keeping busy and acknowledging that fact did not soothe the ache in your chest from missing her. 

Now you were standing outside her office holding a tray of ginger tsukudani in hopes of coaxing her out. You knock politely and wait for a moment until you hear her sweet voice calling for you to enter through the door. Don’t be fooled by her fake happy voice, she is dying, dead. The bags under her eyes could hold a week's worth of the estate's supplies, your wife is struggling. Not that she would ever tell you that, which is why you found ways to ‘help’ without ‘helping’, nothing annoys Shinobu more than when someone gives HER advice on HER health when she is the head of the Kocho family. So instead you read the situation and pick up some of the weight from her shoulders, but only enough where she doesn’t feel guilty for offloading onto you. 

She turns to meet your gaze, Shinobu knows that she doesn’t need to force her usual plastered smile so instead she stares up at you with this blank look, tired. You set the food down on her desk and press a kiss to her throbbing temple, she closes her eyes for a moment and leans into your side, chasing your presence. “Makio wrote to me this morning, saying Tengens healing well” a croaked broken hum bubbles up from her throat. Instead of responding she just pulls you to sit between her legs on the chair, her nose in your hair, it was quite cute when her cheek was squished against your shoulder. 

You stay with her while she eats, talking as she listens silently. Occasionally offering little sounds of acknowledgement to let you know she was still paying attention to you. “...Honestly, and how does that boy even expect us to heal him if he keeps refusing to take the medicine we are providing. I swear, Aoi deserves a vacation from dealing with his endless whining” Your chatter had brought a small smile to her lips. If you kept this up you might actually get her to leave this room. 

By some miracle of Buddha you actually succeed, she leaves to bathe in the onsen while you get the room ready for a night of co-reading with some tea and sweet treats. After half an hour she opens the shoji screen and is immediately welcomed with open arms. She stands at the bottom of your futon and falls directly onto your chest “Hello, my love” you whisper, mostly because you were left breathless by both her presence and her body crushing down onto your ribs “hmmm hello darling” she coils herself around your body so when you sit up to crab something to help dry her hair she sits up with you. Now in your lap.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your hair?” she leans back into you, face painted with content, soaking in the domestic bliss. “Only every time you brush or style or wash my hair” you can see a faint blush warming her ears and cheeks as you rake your fingers through her wet locks. “Well, just in case you need to be reminded of how beautiful you are.” she pauses for a moment before pinching your side gently “shut up”

The two of you settle down and sleep, happily tangled in each other's arms…for about an hour before hearing a small voice call for you from the hall. It was Kiyo, her voice sounded weepy and you could tell that she probably had a runny nose “Mrs Kocho…Mrs Kocho” she was so quiet. You sit up and struggle out of Shunobu’s unconscious death grip, walking over to the door, only to find it wasn’t just the one girl but Sumi and Naho too.

You kneel and sweep their hair away from their eyes “Did something happen girls? What’s wrong? Where is Aoi?” you start to sweat when they simultaneously start sobbing in front of you, unable to decipher their senseless babbling. You Scoop up the three of them into your arms you tuck each of them into bed with Shinobu, who’s half awake but able to tell that the girls need you both right now. Kiyo was on your left, Sumi was between you and Shinobu and Naho was sleeping diagonally, her head on Shinobu’s leg and her feet pressing into your stomach. 

You could already guess what happened, even now Shinobu still had nightmares about her parents and sister, you can’t imagine what these three girls had experienced so young. It’s a wonder they didn’t have night terrors more often, usually they would go to Aoi but your guess is that she didn’t wake up when they went to her room. Instead they find comfort in the two heads of the house, women they know would protect them against Muzan himself. 

The demon slayers under your care continue to heal, and the pig boy has started to wander your house…unsupervised- this concerns you. All you wanted was to make some tamagoyaki for your girls before they woke up, why was he on your ceiling? How long had he been watching you? He fell and hit the floor with such force the room shook “AH!” you yelped, almost dropping the skillet, he cackles and grabs one of the eggrolls, lifting up the pig mask and sitting on the table to shove it into his mouth. “Ahahahahahah foolish woman, your senses are obviously not as trained as me” he smirks, open mouth chewing on food meant for your wife. Your eye twitches uncontrollably. 

“Actually Inosuke, that was for Shinobu” 

“Why” 

“Becuase it's nice to make food for people you love”

“Why”

“Beacuse she loves my cooking, and it makes me happy”

“Why”

“Because we’re married, I guess”

“What’s married?” 

“...when you… um– hmm”

You pause thinking for a moment, “when you want to spend the rest of your life with someone you’re...close to” 

“Ugh, I KNOW what ‘married’ is and you’re doing it wrong” you place a hand on your hip and lean on the counter, raising a brow “really?”, he puffs out his chest. “Yeah, she needs worms” he spits out bits of egg when he speaks. “Worms. Why would she want worms?” he wipes his nose on his arm then on your tablecloth, “she’s obviously too small to hunt her own food, so worms will make her bigger” he jumps off the table and you hand him another egg roll before he scuttles off to bother the blonde kid. 

You wake up your girls and have to pry off the kids from Shinobu, lest she suffocate under their python like strength. You wake her up with a kiss to the nose, to which she wraps her arms around the back of your neck to pull you in for an actual kiss, much to the disgust of the triplets. You lean your head on her shoulder as the five of you dine on the tamagoyaki. 

“I got a message from Tengan today” Shinobu mutters, “I was half tempted to hide peanut oil in his next bottle of medication” you smile before asking “and why is that?” she sighed and you fiddled with the sleeve of her yukata “that man will not stop joking about how ‘fitting’ you would be as his fourth wife, so I sent him a strongly worded letter back” you take a sip of your tea “what did you threaten to remove?” she grinned, obviously proud of herself  “Just the usual. Castration"

“I’m sure if Tomioka lost an arm he wouldn't whine half as much as Tengen” Shinobu’s vein in her forehead pulses under her skin “if that happens I pray I’m not alive to listen” you laugh and later start the day, returning to your duties.

[fatalshinobu]

Warnings : female!user, user is bratty and dramatic, Shinobu is mean a tease, smut with little to no plot, a bit of choking, nipple-play, fingering, edging, user comes at the sound of Shinobu's voice, overstimulation, feminine compliments used; stunning, beautiful, nickname usage; dear, pretty girl, good girl. Aftercare is not written, but it's Shinobu, so it definitely happens!! <3

A/N : we're definitely not going to talk about the fact this took me 3 WEEKS to write, because I wanted to write my girl perfectly. I honestly feel like I write foreplay better than anything else 😭

word-count: 3.2k

Read with caution—I am not responsible for what you read online, please read the warnings. This is NSFW. Other than that, I hope you enjoy ♡. Remember to stay hydrated & eat healthy, have a lovely day/night, my cuties !

Getting Shinobu’s attention whilst she’s trying to work was like—in simple terms, talking to a wall. You had been trying to get her attention for the last hour and fifty minutes, but she just let out a hum in response every now and then. Other than that, not an ounce of acknowledgment. She was working diligently on multitasking between making more poison and some paperwork she had ought to catch up on, as she mentioned last night. Not that you had been paying attention when she said it. 

You let out a heavy huff of discontent as she continued to be unresponsive, plopping down in defeat on the ground nearby, looking around her office subtly. Mostly out of boredom, if anything. Sometimes you’d mutter some annoyed comment about her “ignoring” you. 

“You’re acting like a child.”

Shinobu finally broke her silence, tilting her head away from her work to glance down at you, sitting on the floor, pouty and frustrated. Though the sudden call out from her was slightly embarrassing, you couldn’t help but take enjoyment in her finally responding to your behavior. 

“Am not.” 

“You are.” 

You crossed your arms over your chest, being even less convincing than you already were, if that was even possible. The Insect Hashira’s chair made a slight creak noise as she turned around to face you. 

“You’re acting like you’ve been deprived of attention for a decade.” Shinobu frowned. She wasn’t necessarily annoyed, but her expression was difficult to read.

“It feels like it.” You retorted, quickly.

Shinobu let out a small, breathy laugh at your response, shaking her head at your theatrics. “Really?” She questioned.

Only to receive a very half-hearted glare from you. “You’re cruel.” You pouted, tilting your head to the side in mock-offense. This was not an unusual situation for the two of you. In-fact, it happens quite often. 

The silence hung in the air for a few moments, though not uncomfortable. 

That was until Shinobu rose from her chair, walking over to where you sat on the ground. She kneeled down to you, her gradient, dark purple eyes staring at your face. She let out a small tut noise of disappointment. “Is this what we’re doing now? Avoiding eye-contact, ignoring me.” She pointed out the change in behavior. “All because I didn’t give you attention for- what.. Almost an hour?” She sighed, though she was not shocked. You could be quite the demanding one when you wanted to be.

The two of you held that position for several minutes, with Shinobu waiting for you to give in. Whilst you were too stubborn to do so, even if it was a beyond ridiculous thing to be “upset” about. Even though you knew, you were being incredibly dramatic. Perhaps even behaving like a brat. 

“Y/N.” Shinobu’s voice cut through the silence, leaning forward whilst grabbing your chin, forcefully guiding you to look back at her. The tension hung in the air, thick with heat. Her gradient purple eyes flickered down to your lips, before returning to your eyes. She could see the faint flush on your cheeks, she leant forward to connect her lips with yours. Her lips were soft and warm against your own. Her free hand went to your lower back, she leant you back against the floor as she hovered over top of you. 

Your earlier behavior was starting to fade away at her subtle touches, breath hitching as your back was pushed into the ground, hands reaching up to clutch at the fabric of Shinobu’s haori. 

Shinobu could feel the subtle feeling of your fingers curling into her haori, she slowly pulled away from the kiss to catch her breath, eyes never leaving your bashful expression. Her thumb lightly brushed against your bottom lip, pulling it down with her thumb slightly before her hand moved downwards.

Her hand went to cup the side of your neck, thumb wrapping around the front of your throat. Though not enough grip to cut off your air-way. “Beautiful.” She whispered softly, her hand that had been resting on your lower back sliding to the side, brushing against your side. 

Shinobu’s gaze lingered on you, the way your eyes were wide, the pinkness to your skin-tone. “Shinobu..” She heard your faint whisper, that was almost inaudible. She tilted her head slightly in acknowledgment, letting out a small hum. Her hand running down your side to your thigh.

Her touches were slow and precise, knowing exactly where to touch with precision and familiarity. Her fingers brushed against your thigh, her hand that had been on your neck slid down to the neckline of your uniform shirt. Slowly lowered to the first button of your shirt at the top. 

“Is this okay?” 

You couldn’t even reply at first, chest rising and falling with each eager pant. Till you slowly nodded, not being able to get proper words out.

“I need words, baby.” Shinobu’s voice was quiet, her tone laced with desire. She didn’t like the mere thought of doing anything without proper consent, which a nod was not enough to her. 

The room was quiet, other than the faint sounds coming from outside. You were struggling to vocalize your consent for a moment, wrapping your arms around the base of Shinobu’s neck.

Finally, you were able to get proper words out. “Please touch me. I want this, more than anything.” It was a plea, a need for her touch. 

Shinobu’s lips faintly curled into a small smile as she heard your desperate plea. Her hand on your shirt moved to slip your haori off. Her hands reaching up to unbutton your uniform, her movements slow as if she were taking her time. 

Once her hand reached the final button, she looked into your eyes once more, ensuring there was no ounce of hesitation in your eyes. Once she could confirm that you completely wanted this, she undid the final button. Her left hand reached up to pull the fabric off of your torso. But her breath caught in her throat at the sight of your bra. “You are..” She trailed off, unable to form her words.

“You’re.. Perfect, absolutely stunning.” She managed to get out softly, her hands rested on your shoulders for a moment. Her gaze filled with love and admiration, she was thankful that you trusted her enough to let her see you in your most vulnerable state.

Even in the heat of the moment, she couldn’t help but admire everything about you. Not a single flaw about you in her eyes.

Shinobu noted the way the blush on your cheeks deepened at her compliment, which she couldn’t help but smile.

Her hands left your shoulders, one tracing the strap of the bra you wore. Her index finger tracing the outline of the fabric. Before she gently cupped your left breast, groping you gently. 

The sounds of your soft moan further indulged the touches she gave you. She squeezed a little harder this time, her other hand resting on your back. She leant forward, planting kisses along your neck. Her kisses got lower and lower, giving a mark every so often.

Till her free-hand that wasn’t giving attention to your breasts eventually unclipped your bra, allowing it to drop to the ground. She kissed the valley of your breasts, her hands reaching up to cup both of them.

You faintly squirmed underneath the mixture of her lips and overall touch, letting out a sharp gasp as Shinobu’s thumb ran over your nipple, one hand flying up to grip her hair. The Insect Hashira’s lips moved to wrap around the other nipple.

Shinobu’s hands gripped your waist, preventing you from squirming. “That’s it..” She muttered into your breast. “Let me hear you.” She said softly, unable to help her selfish want. She wanted to hear you, as loud as possible. She didn’t care at this moment. She wanted every part of you.

“Sh… Shinobu..” You whimpered as she continued to hold your waist, to prevent any unwanted movements. “Please…” You felt like you were going to die, if she didn’t stop teasing you. The inability to not stop squirming faintly was not helping the growing wetness between your thighs. 

Shinobu couldn’t resist smiling at your growing desperation, she pulled away from your chest. Though before she could do anything else, she noticed your trembling hands reaching over, removing her Haori, gentle with desperation. She felt you tug at her uniform shirt, trembling hands unable to undo her buttons. “Off.” You practically demanded, with that typical bratty tone. 

“Alright, alright.” Shinobu conceded, undoing the buttons of her own uniform. She felt your hands immediately remove her bra. “How eager of you.” She couldn’t resist teasing faintly.

Shinobu's hands continued their maddening journey down your soft, delicate skin. Her touch lingering longer than necessary in particular places. She reveled in the way her partner's body responded to her touch, the way your breath hitched and your pulse raced.

You were absolutely intoxicating to her. 

Shinobu’s fingers slid along the edge of your skirt, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. She leant forward once again, pressing her lips into yours. Her free-hand lifting up to cup your jawline, tilting your head back at an angle that allowed her to slide her tongue into your mouth, exploring the inside of your wet mouth.

As Shinobu kissed you deeply, she could feel the way you shivered at the sensation, your body betraying you. Shinobu noticed the way your hands gripped the edge of the nearest surface, trying to steady yourself.

Once you pulled away from the kiss, Shinobu let out a feigned tut of disappointment, her gaze lingering on you for an unnecessary amount of time. She noticed the way your body tensed involuntarily, trying to maintain your composure but failing miserably. "Shinobu... what are you doing?" You tried to sound composed, but your voice wavered. You knew what she was doing. But the words came out faster than you could stop them, giving yourself a bit of second-hand embarrassment internally.

Shinobu’s touch lingering on every inch of your exposed skin. She reveled in the way your body responded to her touch. It was intoxicating to her.

She knew what your question referred to, the fact she was teasing and taking her time with you rather than just getting straight to touching you. "Isn't it obvious?" Her retort came quick, as her fingers slid along the edge of your skirt, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. "I'm enjoying myself." She said, choosing her words carefully and decisively. 

As Shinobu's hands explored further, you couldn't help but squirm at the sensation. Your head tilted back slightly as Shinobu's fingers danced along the edge of your skirt, teasing the delicate skin of your inner thigh.

Your back arched into Shinobu, hips attempting to press against hers to gain any sort of friction. As you arched against her, both of your bodies melding together. Shinobu leaned once again, her lips skimming over the pulse point on your neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

Shinobu’s hand slipped up your thigh, her movements slow and steady. Until her finger-tips reached the fabric of your panties. As Shinobu's fingers danced along the edge of your panties, teasing the delicate fabric. The feeling was both maddening and exhilarating.

“Please, Shinobu.” You whispered with desperation and impatience. “You’re teasing too much.” The tone in your voice was absolutely bordering on whining. 

Shinobu only let out a soft sigh of appreciation at your whining.Her fingers brushing against the lacy material. She felt the heat and the dampness through the thin fabric. Her fingers pressed firmly against the fabric, teasingly applying pressure.

“My goodness, you’re already soaked.” She couldn’t help but comment, her voice soft and teasing. But not condescending either, her remark about how wet you were caused your cheeks to flush even more than they already were.

Her hands found the hem of your skirt, pushing it up slowly but steadily, reveling in the way your body shuddered at her every touch. Shinobu couldn't resist the urge to comment on something she noticed. She leaned in closer, her voice soft and suggestive against your neck. “These are the new ones I bought you last week, aren’t they?” She mused, her voice gentle but somewhat teasing.

“Now be a dear and get this out of my way, hm?” 

Shinobu instructed carefully, nodding her head towards your skirt. Which she watched closely as you quickly removed your uniform-skirt. Which left you only in your final remaining undergarment. 

"You're... insufferable." You managed to gasp out, your shaky voice betraying your clear arousal as much as the blush spreading across your cheeks.

“Oh, am I?” Shinbou retorted quickly, particularly amused by the bratty facade you insisted on trying to maintain. Despite the fact, both of you knew, you wanted this more than anything right now. 

Especially considering your earlier pleas, that was borderline desperate begging.

Her fingers curled over the black—lace panties, the fabric rough against her skin. She gave them a gentle pull, exposing more of your skin to the cool air. Her movements were possessive and domineering, her goal to break through her partner's defenses and reduce her to a trembling mess in her hands. One of Shinobu’s hands moved to part your thighs at last, getting closer to where you needed her the most. 

Her middle and ring finger running along the folds of your cunt. Your breathing becoming more shallow, the teasing was beginning to be too much. You needed her fingers—or, at least some sort of relief. 

“Plea—” You had been just about to beg for more, when Shinobu’s index finger rubbed your clit in circular motions, slowly but deliberate. Her gaze never left your face, always ensuring that you were okay with what she was doing—that there was no hesitance, or discomfort in her actions. 

She stroked your clit in back and fourth motions, you moaned softly, unable to help it, your head falling back against the ground. Which only encouraged Shinobu to continue her actions, her finger trailed further down, before she slowly inserted her index finger. She curled it slightly, pulling louder and more needy moans from your mouth.

Your hips jolted upwards, back arching against the ground. Shinobu grinned softly as she felt your hips meet her wrist. She could feel the way you rocked against the palm of her hand, clearly desperate for more.

Shinobu slowly began to pull her finger out, before re-inserting it. She did this several more times, feeling as your heat dampened her finger rather quickly. Her thumb put pressure against your clit, rubbing it whilst she inserted her middle-finger—stretching you out further. 

The sounds of your moans, whimpers and other filthy noises echoing in her office made the already existing heat in her stomach build up more.

“Nnghh—feels so.. So good, Shinobu—haah!” You were barely holding on, already reaching your limit so soon.

Shinobu could tell you were on the verge of your release, therefore she was quick to quicken her pace. “Yeah?” She asked for confirmation, curling her fingers even faster than before, she started to pump them in and out of your walls. 

“You wanna come, pretty girl?” She asked, her voice composed and calm despite the slight shake from her own need as she watched your expression, the sight of you getting off on her fingers alone pleased her. “Use your words.”

The command was enough to make you whine, knowing that she would not let you come unless you used your words. “Say it. Do you want to come? Do you wanna be a pretty little thing and come all over my fingers, like a good girl?” She questioned firmly, fingers pumping in and out of you with even more speed than just a few moments ago. 

“Gah!” You cried out. “Pleas—Hah—Shinobu—! I wanna..” You moaned loudly, the entire mansion was practically hearing you by now. There would definitely be some questioning looks from the others tomorrow morning.

“You want to do what?” Shinobu questioned, suddenly halting her pace, pulling her fingers out of your soaking cunt—she could sense you were not going to follow her command. Not out of disobedience, but rather you could hardly get a word out.

The sudden loss of her fingers was enough to make you whimper in discontent.

However what happened next was exactly what Shinobu least expected, you came. You came at the sound of her voice alone. 

“Oh my.” Were the first two words that came from Shinobu. To say she was shocked, that would be an understatement. She wasn’t sure what she had expected, maybe for you to whine a bit more, before finally getting the proper sentence out.

But you did not, you straight up came at the sound of her voice.

You could feel your face get extremely warm rather quickly, you definitely discovered something… New about yourself. And in the most embarrassing way possible. Not even you realized you had the capacity to be able to come at the sound of Shinobu’s voice.

But you were too caught up in your pleasure to feel the embarrassment too deeply, you rubbed your clit against the other woman’s wrist in a desperate attempt to get more relief.

Shinobu leaned in even closer, her breath hot against your ear. "How greedy of you." She murmured, plunging her fingers back into you, deep inside, feeling the tightness and clench around her slender fingers—the sudden movement was entirely unexpected.

It made you whine out in pleasure, eyes squeezing shut tightly. "You're so easy to unwind, you know that?" Shinobu murmured against her partner's flushed skin, her touch was teasing, her movements deliberate.

She was enjoying the way you were coming undone under her touch, the way your body responded to her every movement. You gasped as she decided to plunge another finger into you, thumb rubbing your clit as she pumped her fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace, lewd and inappropriate sounds filling the office. 

Shinobu was completely overstimulating you, given you were still somewhat sensitive from coming just a few moments before she started touching you again. “Hngh—Shin..obu—s’too much..!” You whined audibly, head lulling back as she hovered over top of you. 

Your hands gripped at whatever you could, to try and anchor yourself. “You can take it.” Shinobu commanded, she knew you could take it. “Come on, sweet-girl. Take it.” She muttered, empathizing with the end of her words when she hit your sensitive-spot, making you cry out in pleasure.

Tears were starting to prickle at the corner of your eyes, not in a negative way. Shinobu leant down and kissed your forehead as she continued to plunge her fingers in and out. “Are you gonna come for me?” She asked, her voice laced in faux sweetness—as if she hasn’t been teasing you this entire time. 

“Pl..Please..” You whimpered gently. “Let me come.. Please.” 

You could feel the coil in your belly tighten, walls clenching around her slender finger. Your hands were instinctively clawing at her shoulders, as she brought you to your second orgasm. 

Shinobu felt as you released your juices around her fingers, her purple eyes glinting in satisfaction as she slowly pulled them out. “Atta girl,” She praised with a soft smile. Shinobu herself was pleased with just seeing you pleasured and satisfied. Or rather… In this case limp and unmoving, lips parted in slight shock and pleasure.

She adjusted herself to sit back on her ankles, “You did so well for me.” She said with a smile, before rising onto her feet to go get a few things to clean you: and the mess you both made up.

[teaandtweed]

Hi!Could you do a Shinobu x Fem!Reader(maybe the ice hashira).Slow burn and enemies to lovers.Reader has a cold personality and is lonely.She sometimes says things she doesnt meanand is also very ,VERY oblivious.Anyway,shinobu and her get paired on missions usually which annoys shinobu because her mood is always ruined by that ice block,but after some time of shinobu bekng around yn,shinobu saw quirks or acts of yn she hadnt seen before,which makes her slowly fall for her.Shinobu foirts with her once and yn is obviously oblivious,saying something stupid.

The Melting of Absolute Zero: How to Romance a Glacier

Shinobu Kocho x female reader

Word Count: 3039

In the Demon Slayer Corps, there was an unspoken rule: if the Insect Hashira and the Ice Hashira were placed in the same room, the ambient temperature would paradoxically drop below freezing while the tension soared to its absolute limit. The two of you were the living embodiment of polar opposites, and your mutual friction was common knowledge to every swordsman, from the greenest recruit to Oyakata-sama himself.

Shinobu Kocho was a butterfly. Graceful, always wearing a flawless, polite smile that masterfully concealed a lethal venom and deeply buried rage. She conversed effortlessly, her voice carrying the melodic cadence of crystal chimes, and her manners remained impeccable even in the goriest of battlefields.

You, [Y/N], the Ice Hashira, were a walking glacier. Your personality was an exact reflection of your Breath style. You were cold, pragmatic to the point of cruelty, blunt, and profoundly reclusive. You didn't grasp jokes, saw no utility in small talk, and aggressively preferred isolation over human company. Your face remained perpetually unreadable, as if sculpted from marble. Furthermore, you harbored a terrible habit: you frequently said things that wounded those around you, though in reality, your brain was simply outputting dry, emotionless facts.

Shinobu absolutely loathed it. Your impenetrable density drove her insane. Her artificial, sugary smiles and passive-aggressive commentary—which typically caused other slayers to swallow nervously—shattered harmlessly against your deaf wall of literal comprehension.

"Good morning, [Y/N]-san," Shinobu once chirped during a Hashira meeting, gracefully taking a seat beside you on the engawa. "You look just as cheerful as a frozen corpse today. I do hope your icy armor won't impede your ability to wield a sword?"

You didn't even turn your head in her direction, continuing to systematically wipe the edge of your katana with a soft cloth. "From a medical standpoint, frozen corpses do not possess cheerfulness, Kocho. It is dead organic matter. Your comparison lacks logic. As for my sword—my efficiency rating is currently thirty percent higher than yours, factoring in your physical inability to decapitate a demon."

Shinobu’s smile locked into place, a tiny blue vein throbbing violently at her temple. Giyu Tomioka, who was seated nearby, discreetly shifted half a meter away.

Shinobu dismissed you as an unfeeling demon-killing machine. A block of ice with gears where a heart should be. And when Oyakata-sama began pairing the two of you up on joint missions with increasing frequency, the Insect Hashira was utterly convinced it was a sophisticated form of psychological torture.

Your joint missions always initiated in the exact same manner: with a heavy, long-suffering sigh from Shinobu and absolute, indifferent silence from you. Oyakata-sama maintained that Ice Breathing—which decelerated a demon’s regeneration and mobility through extreme sub-zero temperatures—complemented Insect Breathing perfectly, allowing Shinobu to administer precise, lethal doses of poison to an immobilized target.

Tactically, he was indisputable. You were an incredibly efficient, near-invincible duo. But emotionally, it was a waking nightmare.

A recent assignment brought you to a snow-blanketed mountain village in the north, where a cluster of travelers had reportedly been devoured by demons. You trekked through the deep drifts. Shinobu, huddled tightly within her haori, shivered noticeably against the piercing gale, while you marched in your standard uniform without even bothering to button your collar.

"Have your nerve endings permanently frozen over, [Y/N]-san?" Shinobu inquired bitingly, blowing into her hands to warm them. "Or are you simply trying to demonstrate your unbelievable resilience to me by contracting pneumonia?"

You halted, turned on your heel, and leveled your empty, vacant gaze at her. "I am utilizing a Breathing Technique to regulate my internal core temperature. It is basic concentration. If you are experiencing cold, it indicates your respiration control is deficient, Kocho. You should dedicate more time to training rather than expending energy on meaningless dialogue."

"Oh, how exceptionally charitable of you to grant me such invaluable counsel!" Shinobu hissed, her smile morphing into a taut snarl. "I shall be certain to log it when I draft my report regarding your intolerable personality."

You merely shrugged and turned away. In reality, deep down, you had noted exactly how violently she was shaking. You paused, unfastened your thick wool scarf, and without uttering a syllable, abruptly threw it around Shinobu’s neck, wrapping it so tightly her nose was half-buried in the fabric.

Shinobu froze in sheer bewilderment. A faint, residual warmth radiated from the cloth. She blinked, her anger temporarily derailed by genuine surprise. "What are you…"

"A frozen medic is an ineffective medic," you cut her off dryly, turning back to resume the trek. "If your fingers stiffen, you will be incapable of injecting poison. I have no intention of carrying the entire weight of this mission simply because you fail to dress appropriately for the climate. It is pure pragmatism."

Shinobu initially wanted to rip the scarf off and hurl it at your face, but the fabric smelled of pine and crisp winter frost. She buried herself deeper into it instead, boring a hole into your back with her eyes. "She is so remarkably rude," Shinobu thought. Yet, a fraction of her analytical mind registered a glaring contradiction: the words were harsh, but the action was undeniably protective.

The skirmish in the village proved far more taxing than anticipated. There were five demons, and they utilized a Blood Demon Art that manifested razor-sharp ice spikes out of the snow.

You fought back-to-back. It was a lethal, perfectly synchronized dance.

"Ice Breathing. Second Form: Shattered Glacier!" Your blade described a massive sweep, instantly freezing the moisture in the air and trapping two demons inside a thick crust of solid ice. They locked up like statues, completely immobilized.

In that exact microsecond, Shinobu launched herself into the air. "Insect Breathing. Dance of the Bee Sting: True Flutter!" Her needle-like blade pierced the frozen necks of the demons with terrifying velocity, delivering a fatal concentration of wisteria.

As the final demon disintegrated into ash, you leaned heavily against your sword. Your left shoulder had been impaled by an ice spike. Crimson soaked through your uniform, dripping onto the pristine snow. Silently, you snapped off the protruding fragment of ice and began packing loose snow into the wound to freeze the tissue and stem the hemorrhaging.

Shinobu materialized beside you instantly, violently striking your hand away. "What do you think you are doing, you idiot?!" she yelled, her synthetic smile vanishing entirely. "You are going to introduce an infection! Sit down immediately!"

"I am merely inducing vasoconstriction via localized hypothermia," you answered placidly, despite your face being deathly pale. "The injury is non-fatal. We need to begin our return march."

"You aren't going anywhere until I suture this!" Shinobu forcibly pushed you down onto a fallen log and retrieved her medical kit.

She worked with swift, focused intensity. Her blood-stained fingers brushed against your bare skin, and to her amazement, she noted that you didn't even flinch. You merely sat there, staring blankly into space.

"Does it hurt?" she asked quietly, drawing the sutures closed.

"My nociceptors are transmitting pain signals to my cerebral cortex. Yes, I register the discomfort," you replied monotonically. "But you were positioned behind my blind spot. Had I not intercepted the trajectory, the spike would have punctured your lung. My regeneration rate is statistically superior to yours. It was more practical to sacrifice my shoulder."

Shinobu’s hand froze mid-air. She raised her massive violet eyes to meet yours. You had stated it so casually, as if discussing replacing a spent component in a machine. You had taken a piercing blow for her, yet you framed it as a cold, mathematical calculation.

"She isn't unfeeling," Shinobu suddenly realized, studying your serene face. "She is simply, catastrophically incapable of articulating emotion."

Right then, a faint, pathetic whimpering sounded from behind a collapsed shed. A tiny, filthy, shivering puppy crawled out from beneath the debris. It limped noticeably, trembling violently from the exposure.

Shinobu had just finalized your bandage and prepared to stand, but you preempted her. You, the merciless Ice Hashira, walked slowly toward the puppy. Ignoring the flare of agony in your shoulder, you dropped to your knees and removed your glove. Your movements, usually sharp and decisive, became incredibly gentle. You carefully scooped the trembling creature into your hands, pressing it against your chest—which, despite your Breath style, was warm.

"Its core temperature has dropped to critical parameters," you murmured, unbuttoning your collar to tuck the puppy securely inside your uniform. "If left exposed, the probability of a fatal outcome is one hundred percent. We will extract it. The Kakushi can secure a caretaker."

Shinobu stood paralyzed, unable to look away. She watched as this supposed "block of ice," who had dispassionately butchered demons an hour prior, tenderly warmed a fragile animal. In that exact moment, beneath the dim illumination of the winter moon, the Insect Hashira's perfect, calculated worldview developed a massive fracture. The glacier wasn't dead stone. Deep beneath its surface lay a profound, quiet, and clumsy tenderness.

And Shinobu felt her own heart skip a violent beat.

Following that winter assignment, everything shifted. Rather, Shinobu shifted. You remained precisely as pragmatic, silent, and blunt as always. But the Insect Hashira began observing you through an entirely altered lens.

She began picking up on quirks she had previously overlooked due to her own irritation.

She noticed you drank your tea at a scalding temperature because your Breath style left you feeling perpetually frozen from the inside out. She began making a point to brew it specifically for you whenever you frequented the Butterfly Mansion.

She noticed you avoided children not because you disliked them, but because you were deathly terrified of injuring them with your strength or frightening them with your grim expression. Once, she caught you—when you believed yourself entirely unobserved—sculpting a flawless rabbit out of solid ice for one of the estate's young helpers, leaving it on the porch before hastily retreating into the shadows.

Shinobu’s resentment gradually transmuted into a burning intrigue, which rapidly evolved into affection, before finally mutating into something far deeper and terrifying. She had fallen in love. In love with a girl whose face never shifted expression. In love with her clumsy care disguised as raw logic. In love with her absolute reliability.

But there existed one massive, insurmountable obstacle.

You were absolutely, unpardonably, catastrophically dense.

Shinobu was renowned for her sharp wit and linguistic play. Flirting was second nature to her. Yet, all of her targeted advances shattered against your psychological armor like glass vials against a concrete wall.

On one particular afternoon, while resting on the veranda after a grueling joint sparring session, Shinobu decided to make a definitive move.

"You know, [Y/N]-san," she purred, sliding closer until her shoulder practically brushed yours, her voice dropping to a velvety whisper. "The temperature is predicted to plunge significantly tonight. And my quarters are always so terribly chilly… I wondered if perhaps you might keep me company? They say it is far warmer to sleep in pairs."

She peeked at you through her long lashes, fully anticipating a flush of color, a trace of bashfulness, or a knowing look.

You blinked. You turned your head toward her, your brow furrowing into a frown. "That is entirely unscientific, Kocho. My average body temperature is beneath standard human baselines due to the mechanics of my Breathing. I literally absorb thermal energy from my surroundings. Should I occupy a bed with you, I would not provide warmth; I would actively induce hypothermia. You should request additional sheepskin blankets from Aoi. Their thermal insulation coefficient is vastly superior to a human being."

Shinobu locked up. Her left eye twitched erratically. "…Thank you, [Y/N]-san. Your mastery of thermodynamics is truly awe-inspiring."

"You are welcome. I am always prepared to rectify your deficiencies in fundamental physical laws," you responded with absolute sincerity, taking a calm sip of your scalding tea.

Shinobu buried her face in her palms, venting a quiet, defeated groan. It was futile. She had fallen for a literal brick wall.

Despite your spectacular failure to decode her signals, Shinobu refused to capitulate. She was a Hashira, and Hashira do not retreat in the face of adversity. She concluded that if subtle hints were ineffective, she needed to deploy a more direct strategy.

A few weeks later, you sustained a superficial injury during patrol—a minor scratch across your cheek from a demon's claw that didn't even require formal medical attention. Regardless, Shinobu adamantly insisted on examining it personally within her laboratory.

You sat perched on the medical examination table. Shinobu stood squarely between your knees, the proximity intimately close. She swabbed your cheek with an alcohol pad, her breath fanning warmly against your skin.

"You really must exercise more caution," she said softly, her eyes dipping from your cheek down to your lips. She lingered there, her voice dropping to a bare whisper. "Your face is far too beautiful to be marred by scars."

It was a blatant, unvarnished compliment. Shinobu held her breath, waiting for the impact.

Your expression remained entirely static. Your brain processed the input data and generated a logical rebuttal. "Scars are merely the natural biological process of tissue cicatrization, Kocho. They carry no impact on combat efficacy. Furthermore, the concept of 'beauty' is subjective and evolutionarily driven by the identification of a healthy mate for reproduction. My primary objective is the eradication of demons, not the attraction of potential partners. Therefore, the aesthetic presentation of my facial features carries zero practical value."

Shinobu’s hand froze, the cotton pad hovering in the air. She stared at you with an expression usually reserved for someone who had just swallowed a beaker of sulfuric acid and declared it to be lemonade.

"You… you are entirely impossible," Shinobu whispered, a volatile cocktail of hysterical laughter and raw frustration bubbling up within her. "[Y/N], do you ever occupy your mind with anything besides anatomy, physics, and efficiency?"

"I contemplate tactics, strategy, and blade maintenance," you answered honestly. "Why do you inquire? Your respiration is elevated, and your pupils exhibit localized dilation. Are you experiencing stress? Are you suffering from another thermoregulation failure?"

"Yes! I am suffering from a failure!" Shinobu suddenly snapped. She slammed the cotton pad onto the tray and leaned in so close your noses nearly touched. Her artificial smile was entirely absent. She was genuinely infuriated, but the anger was saturated with affection. "My failure is that I have spent the past month actively trying to flirt with you! My failure is that I am throwing hints at you that even Inosuke would decipher, and you continue to cross-reference me with excerpts from an encyclopedia!"

You went rigid. The word flirt echoed violently through your brain. Your analytical mind frantically began cataloging all of your recent interactions. The invitation to share a bed. The compliments regarding your appearance. The obsessive monitoring of your injuries. The lingering looks.

The data points aligned into a definitive conclusion. The realization was so staggering it caused your internal processor to crash.

"You… you are executing courtship rituals in my direction?" your voice wavered for the first time in your life. Your eyes widened marginally with realization.

Shinobu let out a sound akin to a strangled seagull. She slammed her hands over her face. "Courtship rituals… Gods, grant me patience. Yes, [Y/N]! I am executing courtship rituals! I am attempting to articulate that I like you! That I am in love with you, you icy, impenetrable, unbelievably infuriating glacier!"

The silence within the laboratory became deafening. Shinobu breathed heavily, dropping her hands from her face. She braced herself for you to deliver a clinical lecture on the chemical composition of endorphins. She was ready to accept defeat.

But you remained silent. Your perpetually static features suddenly began to shift. Across your pale cheeks, to Shinobu’s absolute, unmitigated shock, a brilliant, thoroughly human blush blossomed. You dropped your gaze to your lap, your fingers nervously bunching the fabric of your uniform.

"Your… verbal and non-verbal signals were anomalous relative to your baseline behavior," you began quietly, uncharacteristically hesitant as you meticulously selected your words. "Previously, you exhibited exclusively aggression and sarcasm. My cognitive faculties failed to classify your paradigm shift as an expression of romantic interest."

"And what now?" Shinobu crossed her arms over her chest, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. "Now that your processor has computed the data, what is the conclusion?"

You slowly raised your eyes. The coldness was entirely gone, replaced by a vulnerability mixed with something incredibly warm and sincere.

"The conclusion is…" you took a deep, stabilizing breath. "My dopamine and oxytocin baselines elevate significantly within your presence. My cognitive focus degenerates whenever I observe your smile. I originally hypothesized this was a secondary symptom of exhaustion, but… given the new parameters, I am compelled to admit that… my feelings toward you are mutual."

Shinobu blinked. Once. Twice. She had anticipated many outcomes, but a scientifically justified confession of love was not on her chart. It was so absurd, so bizarre, and so completely you that Shinobu couldn't contain it. She laughed. A genuine, loud, ringing laugh, throwing her head back. It was a sound entirely stripped of venom and artifice.

You frowned, feeling deeply self-conscious. "My confession appears to have triggered an inappropriate reflex response. Did I articulate something incorrectly?"

Still giggling, Shinobu stepped into your space. She placed her hands on your shoulders, her eyes glittering with tears of pure amusement and relief.

"You said everything absolutely perfectly, [Y/N]," she whispered, her smile the warmest thing you had ever witnessed. "But let us transition from theory to practical application."

She leaned in and captured your lips with her own. The kiss was tentative and weightless initially, but the moment your hands—instinctively and clumsily—wrapped around her waist to pull her closer, it deepened. Your lips were cool, but internally, you were burning. Your brain completely shut down, surrendering to the raw emotions you had spent a lifetime avoiding.

When you finally parted for air, Shinobu rested her forehead against yours, her breathing shallow.

"You know," she whispered, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "your skin temperature is currently well above standard parameters. It seems the laws of thermodynamics can be broken after all."

You blushed deeply, but your grip on her waist tightened. "In this specific scenario… I am prepared to tolerate a margin of error in the calculations, Kocho."

The Ice Hashira had fully thawed, leaving behind a warmth that belonged exclusively to a single poisonous butterfly. And though you would undoubtedly remain the most literal, dense, and blunt girl in the entire Corps, Shinobu knew that beneath the frozen facade beat a heart she had successfully engineered a way into.

[stingr3y]

I have been in love with Shinobu for years, and in a state of grief from what happened in the Infinity Castle movie, so here's this </3

Shinobu

relationship headcanons

• I believe that Shinobu would have an avoidant attachment style after losing Kanae and her parents. Also the fact that we learned all of her tsugoku have been slain aside from Kanao.

•So, because of that if you somehow managed to get past all of the trauma and walls she has up then good for you! Because it was definitely not an easy task.

•Shinobu would not be the one to make the first move.

•Probably denied and buried her feelings down for a long time until you had confessed to her

•She prefers more private displays of affection and love. We know she keeps her personal life private, like her past, but she keeps her emotions even more secure

•Has to be guided in a relationship as she will have no idea how to navigate it, emotionally, physically, and mentally.

•She can only manage hand holding and cuddles(on very rare occasions) at first. It will be slightly unsettling for her the first few times

•Making Shinobu open up is a difficult task. She doesn't want to lose someone again and the more people she has to care for the greater that chance is.

•But over time, she gets used to you and your company. To rely on you and expose herself to you in a way she hasn't done with anybody else before

•She needs patience and reassurance, don't get me wrong, but do not guide her like you would a child as that will send you back to square one.

•She doesn't like to feel like she's inexperienced or clueless, even if she totally is.

•The best way to go about courting her is by treating her as if she has been in relationships and navigated them before.

•Ask her to go on dates, talk with her about how her research is going while rubbing her back, offer to cook dinner together, stay in her lab with her while she works, give her gentle touches, and love her patiently. And most of all, just be a reoccurring and comforting presence in her life.

•Set an example for what your relationship is supposed to be like and she will learn it quickly.

•Let her talk about medicine and her hobbies, show her that you're interested and she will fall for you completely.

•For Shinobu, having met someone who is willing to learn and explore new things is one of the top things that drew her into you.

•She definitely likes intelligent people. She is a very smart woman after all.

•When she does get more comfortable around you, I’d say after a few months, is when she starts to initiate touches of her own.

•Her hand reaching for yours as you walk around town, fingertips ghosting across each other before your fingers intertwine. A warm body sinking into your futon late into the night, not yet close enough to touch eachother. But close enough for you to feel the warmth of her body seeping into yours.

•Intimacy comes hard for her, so you better count your blessings the first time you two kiss.

•Her lips are soft and taste faintly of wisteria and tea.

It was late at night and she had just returned from stitching a deep gash on an injured slayer's arm. Her soft footsteps thump down the engawa, coming closer and closer until her shoulder brushes against yours. A moment of comforting silence rings between you two until her hand slides into yours, causing you to turn and gaze into her eyes.

The color of ripe plums, sparkling in the moonlight. Her beauty strikes you straight in your heart. It's like gazing down at an otherworldly being with how hauntingly stunning she is. Her skin, pale as snow and sparkling like icicles on a cold winter night. Hair as dark as a raven's, falling down her face like locks of silk woven by the most talented silkworm.

“What’s that look for? You look like you're in a trance.”

Shinobu laughs, a smile gracing her lips and bringing life to her doll-like face. God. She's beautiful. No wonder slayers swoon over her. If you didn't know her and this beaut of a woman came into your room to tend to your injuries, you'd get hurt more often.

A sigh escapes your lips, reaching up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. She leans into your touch, her soft cheek grazing your palm.

“It’s nothing. I just wish you weren't so busy all the time. Wish we had more time to ourselves.”

“All we have is time, y/n. I apologize for being so occupied lately. I promise to make it up to you soon.” Shinobu murmurs.

You can see a hint of guilt in her expression by the way her brows furrow just slightly. Over the years that you have known her and during the course of your relationship, you have gotten good at reading her. You have developed some sort of niche skill at detecting the smallest twitches in her expression, the faintest changes in her tone of voice. Like now for instance, hands running down to rest on her waist as she shifts her body to fully face yours.

Shinobu exhales quietly, leaning forward and resting her head on your chest. She listens to your heartbeat in silence, hands gently resting on your shoulder blades. Her touch is light and it barely even feels like she's in your arms. Who knew that when she became a hashira that she would make her presence as small as an insect too?

“It has been getting harder to bear lately. The new slayers have been getting weaker and weaker as the years pass… injuries are rising because of it. Deaths are rising. My butterfly girls are getting stressed with the amount of injured slayers coming in and I can only do so much when I am here. I can't help everybody… as much as I wish to.”

Shinobu confides in you, exhaustion evident in her voice. You can hear the tension in her throat, feel it in her body. Shinobu does well under pressure, she always has. But that doesn't mean that she has no limits. Your arms tighten around the girl in your arms, cradling her head against your chest.

“I’ve noticed it too. The corps… we need to get stronger. We need to adapt to the rising strength of demons. Maybe I can talk to Master Kagaya tomorrow. Figure out if the Hashira can do something to train the lower ranking slayers. Like some kind of… hashira training.”

You suggest, running a hand up and down her back. You can feel some of the tension leave her body and barely manage to pick up the sound of a sigh leaving her lips. Her hands move from your shoulders to around your neck, pulling away just enough to meet your eyes.

“That.. Doesn't sound like a bad idea. I would really appreciate it if you did, y/n.” Shinobu’s eyes soften, a look of gratitude filling her face.

“Of course… you know I'd do anything to help you.”

It’s only now you realize how close the two of you are. The way your breaths mingle together. You can smell her shampoo, lavender, and mint. Something you've come to find comfort in. Once you come back to your senses, you can feel a change in the air between you. Her eyes begin to droop and blink slowly as if she's in a daze. Her arms tighten around your neck, and in turn your hands tighten their hold on her waist, drawing eachother closer.

Your mind feels foggy, your thoughts beginning to slow down as your heart rate picks up. A tingling sensation fills your face and you aren't sure if that's because of the chill outside or due to the tension rising between you two. It feels as if things are going to be like this forever. Just you and Shinobu. The perfect, beautiful girl in your arms. Your senses, your entire world, your breath, heart, mind, and soul feel complete when she's around. Merely breathing the same air as her creates a feeling of haziness inside your brain, as if the insect hashira is a psychedelic drug made just for you.

It doesn't take long for an invisible string to coil around your hearts and pull you in. Before you know it, your lips slot against hers. Gliding across each other in a fog of desire, latched on like honey sticks your lips together. Her body tenses and presses into yours, nails digging into the nape of your neck as she draws you in closer…so much closer. It feels like you’ll never get enough of eachother. So just for a moment, you pull away and whisper into her mouth.

“Use me as you please, my Lady.”

[melchiamus]

Sillies :3