Reader’s gender and age isn’t stated but reader is older than Tanjiro and Nezuko, thinking about 18 years old
Dynamic with the siblings
They adore you, absolutely worships the ground you walk on
Remember Tanjiro’s Mr. Giyuu? That’s both of them with you
They’re your little ducklings 🥰
Both of them are relatively clingy, but Nezuko is definitely more open about it than Tanjiro
You absolutely have to force him to relax and rest, especially when he bends over backwards to help everyone
Both of them like to sneak into your bed and lay there with you, just like they did before Muzan came
They’re your #1 supporters for life
Nezuko loves to turn into her toddler form and just be held by you
Tanjiro just holds your hand a lot, still remembering that he’s a child too. He can take a break
Dynamic with Kamaboko squad + Kanao and Genya
Sooo you’re the squads’ big sibling
You have to deal with their shenanigans that may or may not get a normal person killed
But good thing none of you are normal people
Inosuke wants to fight you for “leader”
Zenitsu begs you to tell him everything about Nezuko when she was a child
Genya gets so flustered around you and tries to push you away, but you really remind him of ‘Nemi before everything happened so he won’t fight back for long
Kanao was definitely the one to recognize the older sibling affection you have and silently asks for it like a puppy just begging with wide eyes
Dynamics with hashira
Mitsuri absolutely eats up all of the older sibling affection, she’s the eldest sibling herself but she wouldn’t mind experiencing being the younger sibling for a change
Shinobu really gets taken back to a time where Kanae was alive, it’s bittersweet for her but will never ask you to stop
Big brother giyuu finally gets a break.. wrong. He gets adopted into the sibling dynamics. He has no say
Obanai most likely doesn’t like you at all, but since you’re older he does tolerate you
Muichiro is adopted. Not by your choice. By his.
Kyojuro honestly asks you to watch over his younger brother for a bit since he certainly doesn’t want him alone in the house with his father
Gyomei is just very happy to be in the presence of a pure and loving sibling relationship from both sides
Tengen insists for you to be his student since your younger brother and his friends are so impressive
Sanemi mellows down with you, it’s honestly kinda scary but you make him nostalgic for a time before
Taisho era secret:
I heard that Muzan screamed when he saw you because he thought you were the first user of sun breathing
Who fell first and who fell harder in love? You or them?
Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Giyuu x gn!hashira!reader
Genre: Fluff
Note: Demons version over here
Sanemi Shinazugawa // Wind Hashira.
He fell first and harder.
It was a little crush at first. He admired you from the side, denying and saying to himself that you are not interested in him anyways, so Sanemi doesn’t allow himself the pleasure of even fantasising about taking you out or you liking him back. Firstly, you could never and don’t deserve a man like him, secondly, Sanemi doesn’t deserve you either.
Bottling up his feelings for you ended up being much worse for him. The overwhelming need to be near you all the time, jealousy bubbling up inside his stomach when someone’s being a little too touchy with you. Every thought began to circle around you and it began to drive him mad, really.
You still tease him about it every now and then about how Sanemi used to stutter and be all shy around you until you finally took the first step to ask him out. He doesn’t appreciate the teasing and always denies it— you definitely fell for him first, not the other way around. Totally.
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Kyojuro Rengoku // Flame Hashira.
You fell first, he fell harder.
How can someone fall for him? He is compassionate, bright, caring, strong, a family man and so much more— Kyojuro didn’t make it exactly hard to let your heart choose him as your next crush. You were hesitant to make a move though, content with admiring him from afar and kicking your legs in the air when you think about the way you caught how his sweaty muscle flexed during training today.
Although you began liking him first, the realisation that he liked you too hit him harder than being tossed across the forest by a demon. It felt a little scary at first how he kept getting distracted by you and his thoughts kept revolving around you, so much to the point he had to confess or else he felt like he is about to explode from keeping all his feelings to himself.
Kyojuro never realised you actually loved him first, but is incredibly thankful nonetheless that you do anyway. After you randomly mentioned to him once, he was actually really flabbergasted and incredibly honoured.
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Gyomei Himejima // Stone Hashira.
He fell first, you fell harder.
Gyomei felt guilty for developing feelings for you. He was sure you had no interest in being with someone that is doing the same work you do and all the heavy baggage that comes with it: going out during odd hours, the pain and injuries, the worrying about if the other is going to come back alive or the death announcement being delivered over a crow— he was sure you wanted a little bit of normalcy in your life, so he avoided the thoughts that seemed to circle you lately.
You fell much harder than he did. You couldn’t stop blushing around him to the point that even Gyomei could feel the heat radiating off your body and checking if you have a fever by touching your forehead, making you heat up even more. You can’t help but really begin to love the hunk of a man that is a walking green flag. You couldn’t help but confess to him one day and hope for the best.
Gyomei can’t help but smile every time you mention your early feelings for him. He feels silly for being hesitant about his feelings for you whenever you talk about how your feelings were gnawing at your brain until you finally confessed. It’s adorable, he thinks.
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Giyuu Tomioka // Water hashira.
He fell first, he fell harder, he almost died while confessing.
Giyuu melted everytime he saw you. On the inside, that is. On the outside, Giyuu only eyed you occasionally and tried to keep his, what he thought to be a small crush at first, at bay and as secretive as possible. This is only temporary and his feelings will pass soon. But for now, he will mentally berate you for your choice in unhealthy foods and stare at the ceiling at night, wondering if you are safe and sound right now.
This “little crush” of his began to get a little out of hand. Giyuu could tell that his feelings were getting a little out of hand as he kept loosing focus and getting beat and kicked to the ground by the other hashira, mostly Sanemi for some reason, during training and rolling over in bed over and over while loosing sleep over if you are still alive. He began to fantasise about being in a relationship with you every now and then, only to become depressed afterwards about how impossible and unreachable that fantasy is.
Giyuu knows confessing to you was one of the best things he ever did, you falling in love with him as well was so surprising to him, he almost thought he was being manipulated by a demon or you were a skinwalker of sorts. But now that he has you secure in his arms as he admires your sleeping face, he realises that yes, this is real and that you’re not going anywhere.
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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!
I finally know what colour to paint my nails in my Douma cosplay after the trailer dropped— AND I can finally colour in my fans the way he had it in the trailer too UGHHH the trailer took me outtttt
Also why is the first pic in Kyo’s banner so delicious
Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!
── 𓏲𓏲⠀⠀.. 𝒯𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐒 fucking you in public !
nsfw, public sex, explicit themes, female reader, non-vanilla content ☆ characters featured: giyu, shinobu, kyojuro, tengen, mitsuri, muichiro, obanai, sanemi, gyomei
author's note ♡ here's your meal for today... eat it up
೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀
The quiet of the forest didn’t matter to him. You were on your knees against a mossy rock, your breath shaking as Giyu’s hand pressed firmly on the small of your back. His usually stoic voice cracked low, muttering against your ear, “No one else… only I get to see you like this.”
His thrusts were slow at first, dragging deep inside you as if he wanted to memorize every reaction. But once he felt you clench around him, his rhythm turned punishing, the water of his breath against your neck as ragged as the river crashing nearby.
You tried to move your hands, but his calloused fingers pinned them down, holding you steady as he drove harder. Every wet slap echoed in the open air, and your muffled whimpers only seemed to make him push deeper, needing you to drown under him.
೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐔 𝐊𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐎
Shinobu loved the sound of your pleading. You were flat on your back on her futon, wrists tied above your head with silk ribbon. Her smile was deceptively sweet, violet eyes glimmering as she moved her hips just enough to brush against you—never enough to satisfy.
“Oh? Did you think I’d let you finish so soon?” she teased, her soft voice dripping with mockery. She slid her tongue along your collarbone before sinking her teeth in lightly, leaving sharp crescent marks.
You gasped, arching, but she only laughed, grinding down once before pulling away completely. Every little whimper had her smirking more, savoring how she could control every twitch of your body. The final straw was her lips brushing yours, whispering: “Beg harder.”
೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔
Your back slammed into a tree trunk, bark digging into your skin as Rengoku’s burning gaze locked on yours. His hands gripped your thighs, lifting you with ease before slamming inside you with a force that left you gasping. “Beautiful... You’re taking me so well.” he roared, each thrust deep and fiery.
The warmth of his body consumed you, sweat dripping down his temple as he buried his face into your neck, groaning your name. His pace was wild, almost desperate, like he was chasing the flames themselves, needing to leave his heat inside you.
You clawed at his shoulders, whimpering as he praised every reaction, every squeeze, every cry. His last thrusts were brutal, claiming you completely as he panted against your lips: “You’re mine.”
೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈
Tengen had you bent over the edge of a rooftop, the lantern light of the city flickering below. “Now this,” he drawled, his voice dripping with cocky satisfaction, “is what you call flamboyant.”
Each thrust made your body jolt, your moans dangerously close to being overheard. His jeweled hands wrapped around your waist, nails digging into your skin as he pulled you back onto him. “Louder,” he commanded, smirking when you bit your lip.
“Don’t hold back—let them all know who’s fucking you.” His pace was unrelenting, brutal, almost showy in its rhythm. The thrill of being seen only made him harder, his breath hot on your ear as he growled, “You’re perfect like this, my extravagant little prize.”
೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐈
Mitsuri couldn’t stop gushing—both with words and with need. She dragged you into a quiet shrine, tugging your robes down with trembling hands. “You’re so pretty, I could eat you alive!” she whined, her mouth finding your neck as her hips pressed frantically against yours. When she shoved you back onto the floor and settled between your legs, her gasp was needy, almost a sob, as she buried her face against your wetness.
“Ahhh—you taste so good, I love it, I love it!” she moaned, tongue lapping eagerly while her fingers curled deep inside you. Her hips rocked against the floor as if she could fuck herself on nothing, whining louder with every cry you made. She clung to your thighs like she’d never let go, every wet suck and sloppy kiss paired with praise until you could hardly breathe.
When your orgasm hit, she moaned with you, drinking it all in before pulling up to kiss you messily, whispering, “Please, let me have more—I want all of you so badly.”
೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐌𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐎
Muichiro was eerily calm as he pressed you against the training room wall. His blank teal eyes never left yours, as though he wanted to watch every flicker of expression. His thrusts were steady, deep, dragging slow moans out of you until you had to cover your mouth.
“Don’t,” he murmured flatly, removing your hand from your lips. “I want to hear you.” His fingers slipped around your throat, not squeezing, just holding—reminding you he was in control. Each roll of his hips had you shaking, your legs trembling around his waist as he tilted his head, studying you like an art piece.
“You feel… good,” he admitted softly, voice detached, almost dreamy. “Like a haze I don’t want to clear.”
೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈 𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎
Obanai dragged you into the shadows of the barracks, his mismatched eyes glinting with hunger. His scarf was shoved down just enough to bare his lips as he kissed you hard, biting until you whimpered. “No one else gets to touch you,” he hissed, his grip bruising on your hips as he slammed into you. His thrusts were rough, punishing, almost punishingly deep.
The sensation of his body coiling around yours, his hands tightening on your throat, left you dizzy with need. He marked your skin with sharp bites, each one a warning, each one a claim. “Mine,” he growled, his voice hoarse, “mine forever.”
೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀
Sanemi didn’t care that you were half-undressed in the middle of a training field. He had shoved you over the railing, yanking your hair back as he rammed into you. “You love this, don’t you? Filthy girl,” he snarled, teeth gritted as he used you with brutal force.
Every thrust made the railing creak, every curse spilling from his lips like a storm. Your cries only egged him on, his hand smacking your ass hard enough to sting.
“Say it—say you’re my slut,” he demanded, growling when you obeyed. He leaned over you, panting against your ear, his pace violent, merciless, until you were a trembling mess. “That’s right… only for me.”
೯⠀⁺ ⠀𝐆𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀
Gyomei’s massive hands cradled your body as though you were glass, even as his hips drove forward with overwhelming power. The quiet temple echoed with your gasps, your body dwarfed beneath his towering frame. “Forgive me,” he whispered, voice trembling, “but I cannot hold back when it comes to you.”
His thrusts were deep, deliberate, each one pulling cries from your throat. The rosary beads in his hand clinked with every movement, his forehead pressed to yours as he panted.
“You are divine,”
he groaned, his voice breaking, “and I… am lost in you.” Every motion was reverent, worshipful, but still relentless, his strength unyielding as he made you shudder beneath his devotion.
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good boys that you just can’t help riding till they cry ♡ moaning, writhing and mewling under you as you drop your weight on him, the loud slapping of skin resounding in the room along with his voice and your amused chuckles. He’s cummed so many times he doesn’t know what’s going on anymore, delirious and spit bubbling from his mouth, rolled eyes, all he can pick up is the sparks of pleasure going up his body. His dick is a angry dark pink, your tight hole milking him so much he’s about to go dry. But it’s not any time soon. Because no matter how overstimulated, how much he cries, he is definitely not done anytime soon, the amount of cum he just spurt out is proof of that.
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His face immediately goes redder, the steam of the hot springs disguising it slightly as if he were just warm. Giyu stays silent, as he was quite surprised to find you still here.
As you sigh happily, relaxing into the steaming water, you finally notice your fellow Hashira and give him that signature cute smile of yours, which never fails to make Giyu’s heart stammer.
“Giyu! Sorry, am I intruding on your bath time?” You asked while making your way towards him; it was almost comical how shy the man had gotten once you got closer.
Not wanting him to feel uncomfortable, you were about to leave until he shook his head after seemingly collecting his cool. “No, it’s fine. You had a long day; I don’t mind you staying.”
You smiled at this and thanked him, causing the water pillar to look away in an effort to not further fluster himself around you.
While relaxing with him, he’d steal a couple of glances at you, admiring your calm features, your damp hair, and your flushed cheeks.
You decided to make some small talk where you asked him how his day was, which then led to both of you chatting with one another.
Sighing happily, you decided it was time to wash up and jokingly offered Giyu if he wanted to join, and to your surprise, he did.
Stepping into the wash area, he tries to act like he isn’t surprised or flustered, but with the warmth spreading across his cheeks and his half-lidded eyes as he watches you rinse off the soap, it's pretty damn obvious.
Seeing that he was a bit nervous, you decided to ask him to wash your hair. He’s happy to oblige and enjoys how adorable you are with him.
If you enjoy humming/singing in the shower, he will happily listen to your voice and will sometimes hum along with you while scrubbing your back.
When washing his hair, he likes when you’re in front of him since he gets to put his hands on your waist as you do so. He just likes holding you, y’know? <3
While you're soaking under the water, he likes resting his chin on either your shoulder or head while wrapping his arms around you; he finds it rather calming.
Please kiss him while he holds you; he’ll give you a sly smile before kissing you back.
𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾:
While scrubbing his back, he feels himself harden at your touch. Giyu hated himself for that, for thinking such sinfully dirty thoughts about you.
He shuts his eyes to concentrate, brows furrowed as he hopes his towel covers his aching cock.
He thanks God that he isn’t facing you; if not, he’d consider drowning himself in the water LMAO.
Desperately tries shaking away the thoughts of just pushing you up against the edge of the hot spring and grinding his cock against your slick folds.
He then shudders when he hears your sweet voice tease him while your hands dip down to grasp his cock. All hard and throbbing from being neglected.
“Want me to wash here, Giyu?” He couldn’t help but nod, and that’s where he found himself, sitting on the edge of the hot spring with you between his thighs.
His dark blue eyes were half-lidded, his breath hollow as he watched your soft lips kiss and tease his cock head.
Your tongue swirling around his pretty tip and making sure he’s all “clean.”
He’s so enthralled by the sight he didn’t even notice his hand gripping your hair and guiding your head to go deeper.
You happily sucked him off, your hand grasping his balls lightly to encourage him to cum. Lifting his hips a bit as he fucked your face, he let out a whine.
Surely you felt like your ears were tricking you, but God, hearing a man so quiet yet sounding so needy was such a beautiful sound.
You pulled away from his cock and jerked him off, his hot seed spilling onto your tits and hand. Giyu gasped for air, and you swear you saw tiny hearts in his eyes.
You could only giggle as you watched his cock harden again after he saw you scoop some of his cum with a dainty finger and taste it.
“Since you got me dirty, I think it’s your turn to clean me.” You hum as you sit on the edge of the spring, spreading your legs to show your arousal.
Of course he’d happily return the favour, dipping down between your thighs and dragging his hot tongue against your slit. <3
𝑲𝒚𝒐𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒐 𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒐𝒌𝒖
𝑺𝑭𝑾:
Both you and Kyojuro often paired up together during missions, and after one exhausting journey, the two of you find yourselves staying at a village’s hot spring.
You were already soaking in the water, your back pressed against the stone edge while relaxing. Your shoulders and back aching from being thrown around by a demon.
Moments later you hear a few footsteps approaching you; it was Kyojuro looking at you with his fiery eyes and his usual smile.
You’ve always wondered how he managed to stay upbeat even after tiring himself out during missions but was happy he was in a good mood.
You offered him to sit beside you, and he gladly accepted it, his broad shoulder pressed against you while you relaxed once again.
Oh, how pretty you looked, Kyojuro thought. The faint blush on your face due to the steam of the room made the fire pillar himself get a bit hotter too.
He’d always admired how beautiful you looked; even when you were tired, he couldn’t help but enjoy the sight, a warm feeling tugging at his chest.
Kyojuro watches as you roll your shoulders, wincing a bit. You swear you saw his lips twitch into a frown as he saw you in pain; oh, how the man cared for you.
“(Y/N), let me help you.” Kyojuro offers to massage your back, which you can't deny. As your back faces him, he brings his hands to your shoulders, rubbing them nicely.
His hands skillfully press against your aching muscles in your back and shoulders. He wanted you to feel good; you’ve helped him greatly during the mission, and this was the least he could do to ease your pain.
“Feels good, Kyo…” You mumble, and the fire pillar’s face burns brighter than his breathing technique. Oh, how he loved it whenever you called him that, so sweet with that voice of yours.
As the massage continued, he offered to help wash your back, and he happily took care of you. Carefully guiding the soap along your skin.
His hands were rough from the calluses from all his training, yet his touch was gentle, wanting to comfort you from the stress of the day.
“Relax, (Y/N). You deserve it.” He’d say softly as he caressed and washed you delicately, eyes noting how good you were at holding up after such a long mission.
𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾:
As he continues to massage you, he feels his hands slowly moving down to your hips, giving you a soft squeeze as he brushes his lips to your shoulder.
“(Y/N)…” He’d mumble as he guides his hand to your wet core, rubbing your puffy clit as his other hand gropes your breast. “Let me take care of you…”
As you relax against him, you feel his skilled fingers teasing and brushing against your folds. “So delicate…” He’d mumble while kissing your neck.
Your pleasure was his pleasure; every moan and whimper coming from your lips made his heart aflame and his cock throb.
He then slips a finger inside you; he groans a bit at how warm and wet you are, so flattered and proud of how he is making you feel with just his fingers.
His other hand gropes your tit, rolling the sensitive bud while his other hand focuses on pumping his fingers inside you.
With every thrust of his thick fingers, you could feel the slow grind of his hips, his now leaking cock throbbing against your ass.
Being the sweet Hashira he is, he didn’t care for his own needs, only seeking your pleasure as he continued to play with your slick pussy, his fingers coated with your essence.
He definitely makes a mental note to eat you out properly later, wanting your sweetness to coat his tongue and chin.
As you get closer to your orgasm, he’d lean his head down to kiss you, his mouth swallowing up your delightful moans.
As you cum, he’d rub your clit lovingly, wanting to comfort you from your high as he rubs his nose against the crook of your neck. “Good job, you did so well today.”
𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒏 𝑼𝒛𝒖𝒊
𝑺𝑭𝑾:
Oh, this man is living for it—hot springs and you? He’s in his element.
Loves watching you relax—he finds it incredibly attractive when you let your guard down around him.
He has so much respect for you as a Hashira, and seeing you relax tugs at his heartstrings a bit since he knows how much effort you put into your work.
After joining you in the water, he’ll immediately stretch, flex, and make sure you see how flashy he looks before teasing, “Enjoying the view?” He’d ask with a shit-eating grin.
When he catches you getting flustered, he’ll be all over you, teasing you about how you should get a closer look.
He definitely suggests a massage, offering to rub your shoulders. But when his hands move lower, he gives a cheeky grin and chuckles, “Oops, my hands slipped.”
Despite his teasing, he does want you to relax; his hands smooth out any knots and aches in your neck and back, massaging out the soreness from the day.
But don’t expect the massage to be for free, though; this man will then plop down in front of you and ask you to return the favour.
He’d groan and relax against your touch, and the things he says can either be used for asking for a massage or dirty scenarios.
“Shit… That feels good; squeeze a bit harder.” He’d groan, tilting his head to the side as you smooth out the knot near his shoulders and neck. See, he meant his shoulders, LMAO.
He does appreciate your touch greatly, though; your soft hands in contrast to his hard muscles felt just too perfect.
He might get a bit sleepy and lean back just a bit, so be careful, or this 6’6 giant might topple you over.
“Mm… Thank you, (Y/N)… You know, you’d make a great wife.” He’d mumble as he relaxes beside you after the massage.
𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾:
After realizing what he said, Tengen would look at you, and it was either what he said or the steam of the hot springs that had gotten you all flushed.
Just seeing you that way got him thinking about what it would be like to make you flush in a different way…
That’s where you find yourself holding onto the edge of the hot spring; you’re bent over and SMACK! You feel a sharp slap against your bottom.
Tengen smirks as he hears your struggle to keep your voice down; his hands grip onto your hips, and you hear the water splash a bit behind you as he gets in position, his face next to your heat.
“You’re dripping, so beautiful.” He’d say, almost just to himself, before he leans in, his nose brushing against your slick while his lips wrap around your clit.
As you cover your mouth with your hands, hoping to not catch any unwanted attention, that doesn’t stop the sound of Tengen’s own moans.
“Mmph... tastes so sweet.” He’d groan against your core as he continues to eat your pussy from behind, his grip on your hips still strong and tight, not giving you any chance to slip away from him.
After lapping his tongue along your folds one last time, he stood up; his impatient body towered over you.
Grabbing you by the waist firmly you looked over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him, his body chiseled with strong muscles and you felt yourself drool a bit as you saw some water dripping down his body.
He grabbed the base of his cock, all thick with some heavy balls that you know will slap against your clit. Giving it a few pumps he rubs his tip against your folds.
He groans as he pushes in, his cock filling your pussy up perfectly. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size as he leans down to kiss your neck and cup your breast.
“So goddamn perfect..” He’d mumble before rutting into you, his cock deliciously hitting your sweet spot and his heavy balls slapping against your clit.
With every thrust of his strong hips you felt yourself nearing the edge, your pussy tightening up and getting slicker around his thick cock.
After coming down from both of your highs, he’d pull out of you slowly, and despite rocking your world just a moment ago, he’d gently help you clean up.
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Demon Slayer characters x severely injured reader (angst!)
Giyuu
He doesn’t register the injury at first.
It’s only when he hears your strangled gasp — the one that sounds nothing like you — that his body locks up.
You collapse to the ground, and he’s still frozen. Not because he’s calm — because his mind refuses to believe this is real.
Once it hits, he’s all instinct. The enemy doesn’t last five seconds. His attacks are brutal, fast, and silent. There’s no mercy in his blade.
He drops to his knees beside you with shaking hands. He doesn’t speak at first — because he knows once he opens his mouth, he might fall apart.
“Don’t move.” That’s all he can manage. His voice is a broken whisper. “Just… don’t.”
His hands are covered in blood — yours and the demon’s — and he doesn’t know where to apply pressure first. He doesn’t know how to help you.
When you try to smile and joke, he flinches. He hates it. Hates how kind you are, even now. It’s killing him.
“I should’ve been faster.” He says it like a confession.
Not to you — to himself. He can’t stop replaying what he could’ve done.
When the others arrive, he won’t leave your side. Won’t let them move you until he’s sure you’re still breathing. He needs to feel your pulse.
That night, he doesn’t speak. Just sits at your bedside, sword resting against the wall, his head bowed in silence.
“If you die, I’ll never let anyone close again”
Rengoku
The moment he hears your scream, his face drops. It’s the first time his smile breaks in front of his comrades.
“No!!! —” He’s already sprinting toward you, yelling your name with panic that doesn’t sound like him at all.
You’re on the ground, eyes fluttering, body barely responsive — and he sinks to his knees, hands cradling your face like you’re made of glass.
“Stay with me, my love. Please.” His voice cracks.
He’s begging. Begging you like he’s never begged the gods for anything in his life.
He presses his forehead to yours, whispering “You’re going to be alright. Because I won’t accept anything else.” He needs to believe it.
When you tell him to go finish the fight, he refuses at first.
“No. I don’t care about the mission. Not more than I care about you.”
But when you insist, and beg him to protect the others, he finally stands — teeth clenched, heart in pieces. And he burns.
The enemy has no chance. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t shout. He just moves like fire unleashed — merciless, blinding, furious.
When he returns, he falls to his knees again. Not as a warrior. But as a man who thought he might lose the person he loves most.
“You are the brightest flame I have ever known.” He holds your hand through the night. And every hour, he checks to make sure you’re still warm.
Mitsuri
It hits her all at once. One second she’s fighting beside you, and the next, you’re crumpled, bleeding, and screaming her name.
“No no no no!” She drops everything. Tears instantly well in her eyes. The air is knocked out of her. It’s worse than any injury she’s ever had.
She slides beside you, arms wrapping around you gently. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m here. I’m here, I’ve got you…”
But her voice is shaking.
She tries to stop the bleeding, but her hands are trembling so hard. “Please stop bleeding,” she whispers like it’s a prayer.
She starts sobbing right there, panic taking over her normally bubbly warmth. She doesn’t care who sees. You’re all that matters.
When you try to reassure her — even cracking jokes — she completely breaks.
“Why are you smiling? Don’t smile like that, it hurts too much!”
She blames herself. “If I’d just been a little faster, a little stronger… you wouldn’t be like this.” Her heart is cracking open.
Once the demon’s gone, she clings to you all the way back. Refuses to let anyone else carry you. “They don’t love you like I do,”she says.
She doesn’t leave your bedside for days. Her eyes stay pink from crying, but she keeps telling you happy things — even if you’re unconscious.
She braids your hair while you sleep.
And when you finally stir, the first thing you hear is her whispering: “Please never scare me like that again.
Sanemi
The moment he sees you hit the ground, everything else vanishes. The world is noise and red.
“NO—!”He screams your name like he’s being gutted.
He’s at your side in seconds, ripping off his haori, pressing it against the wound, cursing under his breath — “Shit. Shit. No. No, not you.”
“Stay with me, dammit!” He’s snarling like a feral dog. Not at you — at the world. At fate. At himself.
The demon tries to come at you again and Sanemi doesn’t just kill it — he butchers it. Screaming. Eyes bloodshot. His body trembling from rage.
He comes back to you, covered in gore, eyes wild. “You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay. Don’t close your damn eyes, don’t you dare.”
You manage to whisper his name and he chokes on his own breath.
Suddenly he can’t speak. Can’t breathe. You’re still here — but barely.
“You stupid— argh!” He says it with tears in his voice. “Why’d you do that? Why’d you take that hit? That should’ve been me.”
When the Kakushi arrive, he nearly attacks them. “Don’t touch her.” His voice is deadly. He won’t let anyone else near you unless he trusts them completely.
He doesn’t cry. Not until you’re out of danger. And then, alone at night, he breaks down in silence, face in his hands.
“You don’t get to leave me.” He says it quietly, forehead resting against yours as you sleep.
“You’re the only good thing I’ve got left.”
Thank you so much for reading! 🩷 And thank you @wingcherry for the request!!
kny men falling obsessively in love with you after getting poisoned
Pairings: Kyojuro x reader; Sanemi x reader; Giyu x reader
Word Count: 4,3k
Warnings: it's getting heated but no real smut y'all, horny hashira so be aware, fluff fluff fluff
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Rengoku Kyojuro
Your heart almost beats out of your chest, the tray you’re carrying slightly trembling in sheer excitement.
You hate acting like a little teenage girl whenever he’s around. But since you were called in by Shinobu a few weeks ago and saw him again, you were stunned.
How is it even possible to fall for a man you barely know, a man who probably doesn’t even know a man? After all, you’re a no one compared to him. A demon slayer too weak to really fight, but skilled with medicine and herbs. If it wasn’t for Shinobu, you’d probably be dead already.
And him? He’s a hashira, the flame pillar, to be exact.
Your worlds couldn’t be any further apart. And yet, you find yourself swaying back and forth, your heart pounding against your ribcage by the prospect of seeing him again.
Shinobu ordered you to change his bandages and check on his wounds for possible infections. When he came in from his fight with the upper moon three, you were almost certain that he won’t make it. Day and night, you cared for his multiple gaping wounds, watched his heartbeat and vital status, stood up every hour of the day for his injection.
And he really made it. Thank heavens, that man was strong enough to really made it.
“If it wasn’t for you, I’d probably be dead by now! I owe you my life!”
His kind words repeat themselves over and over in your head. Even though you know it’s ridiculous, that it’s impossible, that this man will never catch feelings for someone like you.
But you’re allowed to dream a little, right?
You knock on the door timidly.
“It’s me. I’m here for your bandage change and your meal,” you call through the closed door before opening it.
And getting greeted by his beaming eyes all over again.
“What a pleasant surprise! You always brighten my day with your presence!”
You can’t hide the little blush creeping up your face while you smile shyly at him, dropping your gaze as soon as you start to burn alive.
“Oh, (y/n)! I was hoping to meet you here! May I ask you to help me out?”
“Shinobu-san…Of course!” you stumble, swiftly placing your tray on a table nearby.
Why is Shinobu here? After Rengoku’s status was stabilized, she left him in your care exclusively. Is something wrong? Did he show any critical signs?
“Don’t worry, I’m only here because Rengoku-san generously allowed me to test a stimulant I’ve been working on for quite some time now.”
“A new stimulant?” you repeat, interest clearly peaking.
“As you know, Rengoku-san sustained damage to his nervous system, specifically sensory loss, nerve pain and extreme fatigue from time to time. In order to not only treat the symptoms but the cause, I created a stimulant out of wisteria and rare mountain herbs in hopes to accelerate nerve signal repair, increase his energy for recovery and help bringing back his full mental clarity in days rather than another few weeks,” she explains patiently, preparing the injection with skilled hands.
You can’t help but admire her. The amount of work she puts in creating antidots, stimulants, medicine and so much more is truly inspiring. How glad you are to call yourself her tsugoko.
“That sounds promising,” you reply with glooming eyes.
“It does, but apart from animal testing, I didn’t get the chance to examine it properly yet. I would never ask a patient to function as a test person, of course. But Rengoku-san insisted on trying it himself.”
“I know I can trust you. After all, you are very skilled within the medical field!” Rengoku interjects while watching the first shot entering his arm.
“Don’t flatter me, Rengoku-san! I actually learned a lot from (y/n)!”
“F…From me?” you mumble, face instantly growing hot.
“Of course! Your knowledge within the medical field is truly remarkable! I wish I knew as much as you do about herbs and medicine!”
“Shinobu-san, please! I…I don’t deserve your praise.”
“But you are great, (y/n)!” Rengoku beams directly towards you.
Your heart skips a beat, palms so sweaty that you automatically wipe them off your coat awkwardly. Does he really…Mean that? Rengoku doesn’t seem like a person who lies, especially not straight into your face. To be exact, he has to be the most decent and honest person you’ve ever met. So kind-hearted, so straightforward, so positive. Oh, you truly don’t deserve his praise-
“SHINOBU-SAN!”
It all happens faster than you’re able to comprehend. Aoi storms through the door without knocking, her uniform covered in dirt and fresh blood. Almost instantly, all color drains from your face. Something bad must have happened. Again severely hurt demon slayers?
“Tanjuro, Zenitsu, Inosuke and the sound hashira just came in – barely alive, the sound hashira misses his arm-“
Shinobu listens closely, so closely that she doesn’t realize the injection she put in Rengoku’s arm is already empty by now.
“I’m on my way. (y/n), please stay here with Rengoku-san look after his vital status. Please note any side effects the simulant might have. I’ll call after you if I need your help.”
And with that, the insect pillar is gone, leaving you alone with shaky fingers next to Rengoku.
What happened? You’ve heard that they left for a mission along with the sound hashira, that they actually encountered a high-ranked demon and that the snake pillar was sent after them. Tanjiro…He can’t die, he simply can’t. After all the things he’s been through, all the wounds you tend when he was in your care-
You shake your head.
No. This is not the time to think about things like this. Shinobu told you to look after Rengoku, this is your job now. You can go and look after Tanjiro and the others when you have the time for it.
“How are you feeling, Rengoku-san?”
“I’m feeling…strange,” he replies with unusual low voice.
You furrow your eyebrows, eyes scanning his skin and then the empty injection on the table.
The.empty.injection.
Your eyes grow wider and wider each passing second. Didn’t Shinobu-san say that she wants to test the injection step-by-step? She must’ve been so focused on Aoi and the others that she forgot to stop and wait.
Out of instinct, you spring up from your chair in sheer horror. Oh no. This might be bad. Really really bad.
“Rengoku-san! Are you…are you feeling strange in terms of bad?” you ask, your hands already on their way to work on your own.
Gently, you feel his forehead, his skin so burning hot that you flinch.
“Your skin is on fire! Are you in pain? Dizzy? Nauseous?”
“I… feel alive.”
His voice is hoarse, not in pain, not in weakness, but like it’s holding something back. You glance at him. He’s not hunched over or trembling, like a normal side-effect patient. No, Rengoku is sitting tall and straight, his muscles tense beneath the loose yukata, his eyes boring into you like you’re made of gold.
“You feel… alive?” you repeat, carefully noting it in your log.
Elevated body temperature. Confusion? Mood shift?
“I feel like I could lift a mountain. Run through an inferno. Shout your name from the top of Mt. Fuji.”
You blink.
“…Okay, slight delusions,” you whisper to yourself, jotting that down.
He shifts. The fabric of his yukata falls slightly from his shoulder, exposing more skin than it should, and you instantly avert your eyes.
“I’m so warm… but it’s not unpleasant,” he says slowly.
“It’s like… being wrapped in sunlight. Like standing beside you.”
You pause.
“Is it…could it be fever-induced hallucination?” you murmur, genuinely concerned now, hand reaching up to feel his forehead again.
But this time, he suddenly grabs your wrist and pushes you towards him. Firm. Steady. Very real. Very not hallucinating.
“Your hands are divine,” he breathes.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are when you’re focused?”
Your brain stalls.
“I…what?”
“I’ve been trying to be patient. Respectful. But this medicine, this miracle, it’s like it cleared the fog in my mind. I see you now. No…no, I’ve always seen you. I just never had the courage to go any further.”
You stare at him, still frozen. Is this a… symptom? Is he hallucinating you as someone else? No, you don’t allow yourself to even think about the opportunity that these are his real thoughts, that this is how someone like Rengoku Kyojuro feels about you-
“Rengoku-san, can you tell me your name? Just to make sure-”
“Kyojuro. Call me Kyojuro. Please, (y/n). Say it again. Say my name while looking at me.”
You pull your hand back slowly, still kept firmly in his strong arms. It takes all your strength to not let you fall into his tender touch, to not use this state of confusion for your own advantage.
“S-So, euphoria… that’s… interesting,” you whisper, writing it down with trembling fingers. “Cognitive function seems intact but slightly impaired-”
“I would go to war for you,” he mumbles.
You stop writing.
“I’d slay a thousand demons with my bare hands if it meant you’d smile at me for half a second.”
You blink. Once. Twice. Still not accepting the possibly that he really means what he just told you.
“…W-What?”
“Let me court you.”
Your mouth opens. Closes. Your brain is buffering.
“W-What did you just-?”
He’s suddenly close. Too close. One moment he’s sitting upright; the next he’s leaned toward you, golden eyes burning with emotion and something else, something more primal, something you’re only read about late at night.
“I want to hold your hand in public. I want to braid your hair - do you like hair braids? I can learn. I’ll fight my way through the seven layers of hell to make you breakfast. I want to share a bed with you, want to wake up to you in the morning and fall asleep next to you at night. Please, just let me.”
“WAIT…STOP!”
You slap your notebook shut and stare at him in horrified realization. You cannot ignore it any longer. Truth is, you know those symptoms even though you’ve never experienced them in connection with yourself before.
“Oh my god. You’re horny.”
He blinks at you.
“Yes.”
“Shinobu injected you with a concentrated aphrodisiac stimulant?!”
“It feels like every cell in my body is worshiping the ground you walk on. Is that what love is?” he gasps, clutching his chest.
You scramble to your feet – or at least you try with his hands firmly holding you in place on his lap.
“I-I have to go! I need to tell Shinobu!”
Is that…Something hard underneath you? You take a deep breath, desperately try to keep yourself form drowning in madness.
Wouldn’t it be way easier to just give in? Isn’t this what you dreamed about, to be his, to have his eyes only for yourself? Maybe this is the chance, maybe the only one you’ll ever get to be this close to him-
No. You vehemently shake your head and rip yourself out of his grasp before you go insane as well, stumbling backwards.
“WAIT (y/n)! DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE WITH MY FEELINGS-!”
You hear a thud behind you as he tries to get up and immediately collapses from overstimulation. Groaning.
“THE FLOOR IS COLD… BUT YOUR TOUCH WAS WARM…”
You sprint down the hallway like your life depends on it, yelling at the top of your lungs:
“AOI! SHINOBU-SAN! RENGOKU IS TRYING TO PROPOSE TO ME THROUGH FEVER DREAMS AND I THINK HE’S ABOUT TO START WEEPING INTO THE FLOORBOARDS!”
From behind the sliding door, you faintly hear:
“…I would name our children after all the flowers you like!”
Shinazugawa Sanemi
Just one look at him is enough to send you over the edge. That guy with his hot head, chickpea brain and muscles made of steel. What you hate most about Sanemi Shinazugawa?
That you never seem to reach him.
No matter how hard you try, no matter how rough you train. He is always one step ahead, always that inch better that decides the fight. And he doesn’t even try to hide his amusement about it.
“Lost. Again,” he comments dryly, his puffed chest an insult itself.
You drag yourself out of the dirt, huffing loudly. That fucking bastard.
“There was no need to push my face into the mud, you little shit,” you hiss through gritted teeth.
Oh, you’re so over this. His constant teasing, his unbelievable behaviour. Who on earth raised this dickhead?
“Please, stop fighting you two! Why can’t we all just get along and laugh a little more?” Mitsuri cries out next to you.
No. You can’t take it anymore, not even for Mitsuri. But…you let out your breath, try to calm down your beating heart. You don’t want to start a fight in her garden either, not when you know how much time she spends trimming the bushes.
“Fuck you, Shinazugawa,” you mumble before turning on your heel and stomping inside.
Honestly, as long as you don’t have to see that shitty grin, you’ll be fine. You slam the door shut behind you, allow your eyes to rest a little. You know he doesn’t deserve your anger, that he would stop teasing you if you’d stop reacting this way. But somehow, you can’t help it. Something about him triggers a part inside you that usually stays put.
There has to be a way to finally beat him, at least once in order to shut his filthy mouth. But how? How on earth are you supposed to surpass him when he trains just as much as you do? How?
Your eyes dart around the room with no real aim. Where are you, exactly? Mitsuri’s katana lays on display on a shelf, next to it a strange pink-colored potion.
You furrow your eyebrows, instantly drawing closer. Is this what she talked about with Shinobu? The powder she’s supposed to smear all over the blade of her katana in order to poison her opponents? No, Shinobu didn’t exactly state “poison”
“It will incapacitate your opponents in your unique way!”
Incapacitate.
Your eyes grow wider and wider.
Incapacitate…
You don’t waste another second. Maybe this is what you need to beat him. A small potion can’t hurt, right? He’s definitely been through worse. You shake a small amount into your hand and close it before heading back out.
“Huh, look who’s there! Done with your pity party, loser?”
“Fight me.”
He tilts his head ever so slightly, just in the way that almost makes you lose your cool. But you’ll have the upper hand now – even though only with a little bit of help.
Sanemi darts towards you without asking another question, aiming directly for your chest. He’s fast, ridiculously fast, and already halfway to slamming you into the dirt again when you throw your hand up.
POOF.
A pink cloud of shimmering powder bursts right into his face.
“What the fu…What the hell did you just-”
He stumbles back, waving his hand while coughing out loud. And you? You grin like a demon.
“Got you, bastard.”
“(Y/N)!!” Mitsuri’s voice shrieks so high-pitched it almost cracks the air just when you’re about to place your final hit.
You blink at her, smug expression faltering at her suddenly so serious tone.
“What?”
Her hands fly to her mouth.
“YOU DIDN’T JUST USE THAT PINK POWDER ON HIM?!”
You look down at your now-empty palm.
“Um. Yes?”
“That’s the experimental blend Shinobu gave me to test!! It’s not a paralytic - it’s a potent aphrodisiac! In small doses!”
You freeze mid-air.
“…What?”
Your widened eyes dart over to Sanemi, who’s rubbing his eyes, blinking rapidly. His face is already turning red - and this time not from anger. No, you’re immediately able to tell the difference.
Mitsuri is scrambling for her haori, already halfway to the gate.
“I’M GETTING SHINOBU! YOU NEED PROFESSIONAL HELP AND I DON’T WANNA DIE HERE!!!”
“Mitsuri-?!”
Too late. She’s gone, her pink curls disappearing into the wind.
You turn back to Sanemi…who’s standing there, chest heaving, flushed all the way to his neck, and looking at you like you just grew three heads. Or possibly like he wants to eat you.
“What the fuck… did you do to me?”
His voice is a low growl now, thick and rough. You take a few steps back out of instinct. Fuck, this is bad. Really really bad. Why on earth does she have something like this just randomly standing on her nightstand!?
“I…I didn’t know it was an aphro-!”
You don’t even see him move. Suddenly, he’s in front of you, next to you, everywhere you look. Before you know how to think your back slams against the nearest tree, bark digging into your shoulder blades. His hand lands hard on the trunk beside your head, and he leans in, breath hot against your cheek.
“You trying to mess with me?” he growls.
“You think this is funny?”
You gulp. Shit, this went lengths too far even for your taste.
“N-No! I swear, I thought it was poison…I mean - harmless poison!”
His other hand grabs your jaw - not rough, not painful, but firm. His thumb brushes along your cheek. His pupils are blown wide now, sharp jade eyes nearly swallowed in black.
“Why the hell is it you that I can’t get outta my head right now? Why do you smell so damn good?”
Your mouth opens, but nothing except a silent whimper comes out.
“I’m gonna regret this,” he mutters, and then his lips crash against yours.
It’s messy. Uncoordinated. All teeth and desperation, like he’s trying to burn the fire out of his bloodstream with your mouth. His body cages you in, solid muscle pressing you against the bark, and one of his hands curls into your hair like he needs something to hold on to before he breaks.
And you? Your brain has left the chat. Your hand clutches the front of his uniform. And you fucking kiss him back out of instinct.
“I hate this,” he groans against your lips.
“Hate you. Hate how you make me feel like I’m gonna lose control. Hate that I’m hard and it’s your damn fault-”
“S-Sanemi!”
“Say my name like that again and I’m gonna ruin both of us.”
His rough hands find the back of your knees. He yanks you into the air like you weigh nothing, presses you firmly against the cool tree.
You can’t catch your breath, don’t even want to. Is this…what you felt for him all this time? Not hatred, but desperation? It definitely feels that way, it definitely feels way too god to be true-
“And then she just threw the powder in his face and I literally had NO time to react. Can you imagine!?”
“Mitsuri, stand still and be quiet.”
“BUT SHINOBU-“
The insect pillar stops Mitsuri in her tracks, pointing towards you.
And Sanemi.
Intertwined.
Pressed against each other on a tree.
“Oh my!” Mitsuri shrieks in utter excitement.
“Let’s just get out of here and wait until Sanemi took care of the potion a natural way,” Shinobu chuckles before turning on her heels and literally dragging the love hashira behind her.
Tomioka Giyu
You hear them shouting from afar – again. Instinctively, you pick up your pace, rolling your eyes in sheer frustration. Why is it so hard for both of them to just live peacefully while knowing that the other exists? Aren’t both of them hashiras, working towards the same goal?
Apparently, Sanemi and Giyu didn’t catch that mission yet.
“Can you guys just act like boys your age? Or at least a little grown up?” you shout over the noise of swords clashing.
Your heart skips a beat even though you try to supress your hard feelings. Giyu’s looking well today, his hair a little messy from the fight, face covered in a thin layer of dirt while his eyes hush over you ever so slightly.
“(y/n)-AH!”
A second too long, apparently.
“Ha, that’s what you get for losing your focus, fool!”
Like in slow motion, Giyu collapses onto the floor, his cheek pierced open by Sanemi’s blade. You run towards him immediately, checking on him. He’s unconscious, a small cut now disturbing his otherwise so perfect porcelain face.
“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” you shriek into Sanemi’s face.
Carefully, your shaky fingers inspect the wound. Not deep enough to leave a scar, but still unnecessary. Aren’t they supposed to fight with wooden swords only after the last incident?
“Oh shit”, Sanemi suddenly mumbles through gritted teeth.
Your narrowed eyes dart towards him, take in the panic that sets in on his features. This means nothing but trouble. Your voice sharpens, hands balling into tight fists.
“What did you do?”
Sanemi drags a hand through his hair, eyes darting anywhere but yours.
“...I, uh…might’ve…kinda forgot-”
“Forgot what?!”
“That my blade was still dipped in poison from earlier,” he mutters, almost too fast to catch.
“Wanted to try out how it works on demons. Didn’t clean it after. My bad.”
You stare at him, wide-eyed. Your jaw drops. He put poison on his blade. He forgot to wipe it off before fighting Giyu. At first, you’re too stunned to speak, mind unable to follow his words. Then the volume hits.
“YOUR BAD?! YOU FORGOT YOU HAD A POISONED BLADE AND YOU STABBED A HASHIRA WITH IT?!”
Sanemi flinches like your words hit harder than any sword.
“He’s not dead, calm down-”
“CALL SHINOBU! OR AOI! OR LITERALLY ANYONE WITH MEDICAL TRAINING BEFORE I KILL YOU MYSELF!”
Sanemi swears under his breath, mutters something about “bossy brats,” and sprints off, boots pounding against the courtyard stones.
You turn back to Giyu, bracing for the worst - except…
His lashes flutter and his eyes crack open. His pupils are slightly dilated, his breathing uneven. The sight makes your stomach twist, not entirely out of relief, though.
“Giyu? Can you hear me?” you ask, gently touching his cheek.
His gaze locks on yours immediately, sharp as a hawk. But instead of confusion or anger, there’s… something else there. Something warmer. Something you’ve never seen before in his eyes.
Your fingers freeze on his skin.
“You came,” he replies quietly, almost like it’s the only thing that matters.
“Of course I did, you idiot, you just got poisoned-”
His hand shoots up and catches your wrist, holding you there. You blink, startled, as the faintest flush spreads across his cheeks.
“You’re… close,” he murmurs, voice low and a little unsteady.
“I like it when you’re close.”
Heat floods your face.
“Giyu-”
“I was… dreaming about you.”
His thumb brushes along the inside of your wrist and you swear your pulse skips more than just once.
“It felt real. And now… you’re here. Still feels real.”
Your mouth opens to protest, but the way he’s looking at you makes your brain stall, like you’re the only thing keeping him tied to the ground.
His thumb is still stroking your wrist, slow and deliberate, like he’s memorizing the way your pulse jumps under his touch. You try to pull back, but his grip only tightens. No matter how much you longed for his touch, no matter how good this feels, you need to do something. What if he dies because you were too selfish to call for help?
“Giyu… you need to rest-”
“I don’t want to rest.”
His voice is firmer now, almost rough.
“Not when you’re here.”
You swallow hard. This is getting harder each passing second
“You’re poisoned, you’re not thinking straight-”
“I’m thinking perfectly,” he interrupts, his gaze locked to yours.
“Clearer than I have in years.”
Your breath hitches when he sits up suddenly, the movement forcing you back onto your heels. His knee brushes yours, the warmth of his body seeping into your skin. He leans forward, so close you can feel his breath fan across your lips, his body occupying yours fully.
“You keep running around… patching everyone up… looking at me like I’m just another patient.”
His eyes darken, sparkle down at you unpromising.
“But I’ve been watching you.”
Your heartbeat stutters.
“W-What?”
His free hand lifts, fingers ghosting over your jaw, tracing the curve of it with featherlight precision.
“Your voice. Your hands. The way you smell after you’ve been working with herbs… it’s stuck in my head.”
You open your mouth to tell him to stop, that this is the poison talking, but then his nose brushes yours.
“Tell me to let go,” he murmurs.
“Tell me to stop wanting you right now, and I will. But if you don’t…”
His thumb grazes your lower lip, slow, careful.
“…I’m not sure I can.”
Your pulse is pounding so hard it’s dizzying. His breath is warm, face inches from yours, the low rasp of his voice sending heat curling in your stomach. This is a dream coming true, a scenario you’ve had in your head more than once. Why not enjoying at least a few seconds of finally feeling him this close?
“Giyu…”
And then his forehead rests against yours, his hand sliding to the back of your neck like he’s anchoring you in place. His lips almost brush yours, just enough for you to feel the faintest drag of heat before he pulls back a fraction, gaze still locked on yours.
“I need you to stay,” he whispers.
“Even if they say it’s the poison, you’re all I’m able to think of, (y/n). You’re all that I want-”
Somewhere in the distance, you hear Sanemi’s heavy steps approaching.
“I FOUND AOI – STOP INTERACTING WITH HIM, YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE! (Y/N)!)”
“Fuck”, you hiss.
“Let’s get out of here”, Giyu suggests, dragging you onto your feet.
Are you really this selfish, so focused on your own needs that you’d ditch his proper medical care for it?
A/n: So these aren’t really head canons, just scenes. I thought that would be better for this. I have been wanting to write this since I got this request. I don’t think I’m super funny, so I rewrote some scenes a few times and writing for each Hashira is a lot but, I love doing it and I had SOOO much fun with this. I hope it makes you laugh. I apologize for the delay!
Setting: KNY universe
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MDNI 18+
Cw: NSFW, smut, restraint, dominance, submission, interrupted sexual activity, rough sex, choking, group sex, accidental voyuerism.
Giyuu Tomioka
You're pinned against the wall of his quiet estate, Giyuu's usual reserved manner is replaced by a raw need as his lips crash against yours. His calloused hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against his growing cock.
“I've wanted this since I first saw you," he murmurs against your neck, his voice rough with desire.
He tears your bottoms down, fingers sliding between your thighs to find you already wet for him. He tugs down his pants and grabs your legs to wrap them around his waist. With one hand he lines himself up with your entrance.
Then—
Pure, sweet, bright eyed, Tanjiro walks in, with Nezuko on his back. "Mr. Giyuu!”
Giyuu immediately lets go of you, you fall to the floor with a thud, he barely pulls up his pants in time.
“I have a—“ Tanjiro freezes, eyes wide as he takes in the compromising position.
There’s a beat. A very long one.
Giyuu stares back at him, face completely blank, ears slowly turning red.
“We are—Training,” Giyuu says flatly, scratching the back of his neck.
Tanjiro nods too fast. “Y-YES SIR. VERY ADVANCED TRAINING. I SEE THAT NOW.” He spins on his heel so hard Nezuko is probably getting whiplash in her box. He marches straight back out the door. “I’LL—COME BACK IN….SEVERAL HOURS—MAYBE TOMORROW!”
The door slams.
You’re still on the floor, heart racing.
Giyuu exhales, drags a hand down his face, and without looking at you mutters, “This is why I live alone.”
From outside, Tanjiro’s voice echoes faintly: “I DID NOT SEE ANYTHING.”
Giyuu shuts his eyes.
“…I’m moving.”
Kyojuro Rengoku
“You truly burn so bright…it takes my breath away!” Kyojuro says as he carries you from his front door to his bedroom.
He lays you down gently before tearing down your bottoms. Then he’s diving between your legs, wasting no time. His tongue working with the same passionate energy he brings to battle. "So sweet for me,” he moans against your core, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you.
You grab his hair and pull him closer, “Kyo—don’t stop!” You moan loudly.
He’s just about to insert a finger when—
“Boy! Kyojuro! What the hell is all this—“ The former Flame Hashira, Shinjuro Rengoku, the father of the man between your legs, stops mid-sentence, face flushing with anger and embarrassment.
There’s a split second of stunned silence.
Kyojuro looks up from your thighs, bright as ever, completely unbothered. “AH! Father! Wonderful!”
You choke on air. Shinjuro scoffs.
“This is NOT wonderful,” Shinjuro snaps, turning sharply away and jabbing a finger at the wall.
“And you?” His fiery gaze turns to you. “Clothes. On. NOW.”
You hurriedly reach for your pants and can’t find them. You settle on covering yourself with Kyojuro’s haori that’s lying at your feet.
You clear your throat and look back at Shinjuro, who is giving you a death glare.
“It’s nice to meet you! It is truly an honor!” You nervously exclaim, trying to ignore the whole situation.
Kyojuro springs to his feet with military enthusiasm. “I apologize for the—SURPRISE TRAINING SESSION!”
“THAT IS NOT TRAINING,” Shinjuro roars.
From the hallway, Senjuro’s small voice pipes up, deeply confused: “Is everything okay…?”
“NO,” Shinjuro bellows back. “EVERYTHING IS NOT OKAY.”
Kyojuro leans down toward you, whispering with a grin far too cheerful for the situation, “We will…resume later.”
You hear Shinjuro grab a bottle off a table, muttering as he storms out, “I need a drink. Several. And I’m burning this house down.”
The front door slams.
Kyojuro beams at you anyway. “Well! That could have gone worse!”
Tengen Uzui
Tengen strips you, his three wives watching with amusement. He's always believed in sharing pleasures, and tonight you're the center of attention.
"Let's make this unforgettable," he purrs, his large hands exploring every curve as his wives join in.
Suma's giggling, Makio's whispering in your ear, and Hinatsuru's gentle laughter fills the room.
Just as Tengen aligns himself to enter you, the door slides open and his best friend Kyojuro stands there, face turning beet red, it almost matches his hair.
"Uzui? I was told to—“ He stammers backward.
“I—THIS IS NOT—I APOLOGIZE—“ Kyojuro stutters.
He trips over his own feet trying to retreat, arms flailing, nearly taking the door off its track before disappearing down the hallway.
There’s a stunned silence.
Suma bursts into laughter, doubling over. “HE SAW EVERYTHING!”
Makio snorts. “The Flame Hashira just combusted.”
Hinatsuru calmly reaches over and slides the door shut and locks it. “He won’t be back.”
Tengen throws his head back and laughs, loud and unapologetic. “HA! Now that is what I call an unforgettable entrance.” He grins down at you, utterly unfazed. “Don’t worry—he’ll recover. Eventually.”
From somewhere far away, Kyojuro’s voice echoes faintly:
“I WILL NEVER OPEN A DOOR AGAIN.”
Obanai Iguro
"Such a disobedient pet," Obanai murmurs, his tongue flicking against your neck as he restrains your wrists with his hands. You’re lying completely exposed on his futon. His serpent-like nature extends to his preferences in the bedroom. He likes dominance, control. It’s how he claims you.
"You’re all mine," he says as one of his hands wraps around your throat, the other still holding your wrists above your head, his lips trail down from your cheek and find your sensitive nipples.
You tug on his black hair to pull him up. You’re so desperate. You need him. You don’t want to be tortured.
His mismatched eyes meet yours, his grip on your throat tightens. “No. Remember how you didn’t listen to me? Remember your attitude? You’re going to beg for it.”
He shifts but doesn’t release his grip on your throat or wrists. He starts grinding against you, slowly and deliberately, while you beg and whimper for his cock.
Then…Mitsuri bursts in. "Iguro! I brought you—!” Her eyes widen as she takes in the scene.
There’s a full second where no one breathes.
Obanai’s grip loosens immediately like he’s been electrocuted. His eyes go wide but not with lust, with terror. “Kanroji—this is not—“
Mitsuri blinks once.
“Iguro—STOP!” she yelps, dropping everything and shoving Obanai off you with surprising strength.
Obanai hits the floor in a tangle of limbs and haori, hissing. “WHAT—KANROJI?!”
You blink, stunned, unable to form words.
Obanai stares up at the ceiling, equally shocked.
Mitsuri immediately kneels beside you, hands fluttering. “Are you okay?! He looked like he was hurting you! Iguro, you can’t just—just—choke people like that!”
“I WAS NOT HURTING ANYONE,” Obanai snaps, mortified, sitting up too fast. His face is entirely red beneath the bandages. He breathes slowly. “That was…consensual. Mutually agreed upon. Entirely—“
He gestures vaguely and finally gives up. “…Not violent.”
Mitsuri processes his words.
“Oh.”
Her face turns pink.
Then pinker.
Until it’s almost a deep red.
“OH.”
She slowly covers her face with both hands. “I—I—thought—you looked upset and I just—pushed you… oh Iguro, I’m so sorry!”
Obanai groans and drags a hand through his hair.
Silence stretches.
Mitsuri peeks through her fingers, glances between you, then Obanai, then back at you.
Her voice drops to a tiny, hopeful mumble.
“Um. If—if everyone is okay and I misunderstood and this was, um…on purpose…it seems…fun.”
“Yeah it…um…it is.” Obanai says, slowly and furrows his brows at Mitsuri in confusion.
“Maybe I could join?” She whispers shyly.
You look at Obanai.
Obanai looks at you.
You both nod.
And then you’re pulling Mitsuri towards the futon.
Sanemi Shinazugawa
"Fucking finally," Sanemi growls as he practically rips your clothes off and pushes you onto his futon. His rough handling sending thrills through you.
He's always been intense, yet gentle. But that gentleness is gone, replaced by pure sexual frustration. It’s been weeks since you’ve had any sexual contact.
He pins you beneath his muscular frame. "You have no idea how badly I've wanted you," he says, his scarred hands gripping your thighs and pulling you towards him, hard enough to leave marks.
He shoves down his pants and lines himself up with your entrance. He slowly thrusts into you and once you adjust, he’s fucking you into the futon with a punishing force.
Suddenly, Genya opens the door. "Nemi? I can’t find—“
All three of you freeze.
Sanemi reacts on pure instinct.
“OUT.” He yells.
He lunges for the nearest blanket, flinging it over you so fast it nearly knocks the air out of your lungs, then whips around, his veins bulging. “GET OUT. TURN AROUND. WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM.”
Genya’s eyes go wide. “I—sorry— I didn’t—“
“DO NOT FINISH THAT SENTENCE,” Sanemi roars, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at the door as Genya scrambles backward down the hall.
“I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING,” Genya yells, sprinting away. “I wish I was blind.” He mutters to himself.
Sanemi hurries to the door and slams it shut.
He stands there, chest heaving, hair wild, hands clenched.
“I’m disowning him,” he mutters.
“He didn’t mean to—“ you try to diffuse the situation but Sanemi cuts in.
“Are you okay?” He asks, walking towards you.
“Yeah…I’m okay. Are you though?”
“I’ll be better once we actually get to fuck.” He groans, plopping onto the futon next you.
Gyomei Himejima
"Beautiful," Gyomei whispers against your skin, his massive frame hovering over you with surprising gentleness.
Despite his size and strength, he's tender in his lovemaking, his large hands exploring your body with reverence.
"I will cherish this moment," he says, his beads clicking softly as he moves.
He's just entering you slowly when—
Muichiro decides to stop by for a visit.
He slides the door open without knocking. “Gyomei, I was wondering if you—“
Silence.
Muichiro stares.
Gyomei freezes like he’s been struck by lightning.
The prayer beads stop clicking.
“Ah,” Muichiro says. “So this is what you’re doing.”
Gyomei immediately recoils, hauling himself back like he’s been burned. He scrambles for a blanket, covering you both with frantic gentleness. “I am sorry!” He booms, voice echoing through the estate. “This was not meant for anyone to see.”
Muichiro tilts his head. “…Should I come back later?”
Muichiro considers his words. “Okay.” He turns to leave, then stops, glancing back. “Is this why you’ve been smiling more?”
Gyomei’s face goes red. He presses his palms together. “Please forget everything you have perceived.”
Muichiro nods. “I will not.” Then, helpfully, adds, “You left the door unlocked.”
He slides it shut behind him.
The room is silent.
Gyomei exhales slowly, then bows his head toward you, mortified beyond words.
“I will be praying for forgiveness for the rest of my life.”
Mitsuri Kanroji
"Oh, I'm so excited!" Mitsuri squeals as she tackles you onto her futon, her strength surprising as she pins you beneath her.
"You're just so cute…and so hot…I’m going to melt!" she says, planting kisses at your neck and shoulders.
Her pink hair brushes against your skin as she undresses you with immense enthusiasm.
Just as she's about to start touching you with practiced ease, Shinobu slides the door open. "Kanroji—“ Shinobu’s eyes widen slightly before she smirks. "My, my, quite the workout."
Mitsuri freezes like she’s been caught mid-crime.
“Eep!”
She launches herself off you in a flurry of pink hair and limbs, immediately trying, and failing, to cover you with a blanket. “Kocho! I—I was just! We were—“
Shinobu raises a brow, smile sharp and delighted. “Stretching?” she offers sweetly.
Mitsuri’s face goes crimson. “NO—! I mean—YES—! But also—“
You barely have time to sit up before Mitsuri’s already spiraling, her hands flapping. “I didn’t mean to—I mean I did—but I thought you were coming over tomorrow—and I forgot to lock the door!”
Shinobu chuckles softly. “Relax. I’m not here to scold.” Her eyes flick between the two of you. “Honestly, I’m impressed. That position takes stamina.”
Mitsuri squeaks and dives face-first into a pillow. “I’M GOING TO PASS AWAY.”
Shinobu turns to you, utterly composed. “Just… hydrate.” Then she slides the door shut again, pausing only to add, “And maybe next time…lock it.”
Mitsuri lifts her head slowly, hair a mess, eyes wide. “Do you think she’s going to tell anyone?”
From the other side of the door, Shinobu’s voice floats back, sing-song sweet:
“Oh, absolutely.”
Mitsuri screams into the pillow.
Shinobu Kocho
"Are you nervous?" Shinobu asks sweetly, though her eyes hold a dangerous glint as she ties your wrists with purple silk.
She's always enjoyed mixing pleasure with a bit of pain, her small frame betraying her dominant nature.
“Don't worry," she purrs, trailing her fingernails down your stomach, "I'll make it hurt so good."
She's just teasing you with a small trail of kisses on your neck.
Then—
A soft voice.
“I—?" Kanao’s expression remains shocked as she takes in the scene, simply waiting for instruction.
Shinobu freezes.
Completely.
The silk goes slack.
“Um,” Shinobu says lightly, a beat too late.
She clears her throat, smile snapping into place like armor. In one smooth motion, she unties your wrists, drops a blanket over you, and straightens her haori. “Kanao, this is not what it looks like.”
Kanao blinks once. “It appears to be exactly what it looks like.”
Shinobu winces.
“Medical,” Shinobu tries. “Stress relief. Very advanced. You wouldn’t understand.”
Kanao nods, turns on her heel, and slides the door shut with surgical precision.
Three seconds pass.
Shinobu exhales slowly, pressing two fingers to her temple. Her smile is still there, but it’s cracked. “Well,” she says sweetly, looking at you, “that was deeply humiliating.”
