#drawing inosuke is very fun

[beeplucie]

KNY MEN AND BEING AFRAID OF ROLLER COASTERS

Word count: 1355

characters: Tomioka, Uzui, Rengoku, Inosuke, Zenitsu, and Tanjiro

category: fluff

T/w: none unless screaming and hand holding is one only just semi-descriptive heights and kissing ig

Who did I forget??

TOMIOKA GIYUU

-You loved amusement parks, and you loved dates, which was all something that Tomioka knew, and took serious note of. 

-It seemed like he didn’t like such crowded, large places, though, and that made you a little uneasy, but whenever you asked him, he assured you that he was fine.

-it wasn’t the amusement park itself, though.

-You took him on a few rides, all while you laughed and smiled as if you were having the time of your life, and it wasn’t until hours later that you realized that maybe Tomioka wasn’t having as much fun as you.

-“You don’t really like it here, do you, Giyuu?” You asked after going on a particularly dizzy ride. 

-“I’m fine, it’s fine,” Tomioka responded awfully quickly, avoiding your gaze, keeping his voice to a small whisper like he usually did. 

-You studied him for a moment, and then, smiled with embarrassment and nervous humor.

-“You’re afraid of roller coasters, aren’t you?”

-It was so shocking to him that you’d found out how he’d feared the drops, and even with no response, you could assume you were correct from how he froze with surprised eyes.

-You intertwined his hand with yours. “You could’ve just told me that, Giyuu,” you laughed. 

-No response, only his still embarrassed, shocked look.

-“Do you wanna go do something that’s a little farther away from the crowds?” You asked him, taking his hand and drawing it over your shoulder.

-He gently smiled. “Okay…”

ZENITSU AGATSUMA

-You and Zenitsu were having a great time at an amusement park, but then something sudden hit you in the first hour of that:

-“Zenitsu, we haven’t gone on any roller coasters.”

-Zenitsu laughed sheepishly. “Oh… we haven’t? How odd…”

-You had gone on teacup rides, merry-go-rounds, and bumper cars, but something about how Zenitsu completely avoided roller coasters in general.

-You had somehow convinced him to go on one with you,

-Though he clinged to you and whined the entire time while waiting in line, you were still very eager to go on your favorite sort of ride with him.

-He was shaking and mumbling to himself the entire time, shakily holding your hand to steady him as the roller coaster went up, higher and higher, and then, as it hit the fastest part to go down, he screamed. 

-“HOW IN THE WORLD DID YOU TALK ME INTO THIS, “Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!”

“YOU’VE STILL GOT FREE WILL, ZEN!” You screamed in response, yelling over the ride. “YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO!!!!”

“YOU’RE LUCKY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!” He continued to scream, but through the shrieks, he smiled a little.

KYOJURO RENGOKU

-Rengoku was extremely eager to go on every single thing he saw with you.

-He eagerly went on rides while laughing along with you, excitedly exploring the park with a smile on his face, like he always did.

-He’d bring you to food stalls just so he could buy you sweets, and though he never forced it on you, you could see how happy he was whenever he was eating mountains of snacks.

-He went on so many roller coasters with you, while laughing big and smiling even bigger. 

-It was so much fun for you, to have Rengoku enjoy your favorite coasters as much as you did. 

-It was after the ride with the 90 degree angle drop that Rengoku had seemed somewhat shook. 

-He was still smiling, and all, but he didn’t seem right; his eyes were a little wider and his smile slightly faker.

 - “Did you enjoy that ride, Kyojuro?” You asked, concerned.

-“NOT AT ALL!” Rengoku laughed.

-“Did you like any of them?” -“NOT AT ALL!”

TENGEN UZUI

-Uzui was so big on prizes.

-he’d flamboyantly win you everything, and for a while, it made you so happy to see him being such a winner.

“I’ll get you that prize, y/n!” Uzui would announce, and then proceed to do so. 

-But once your arms were full with toys and other prizes, you were a little tired of seeing Uzui win games.

-You ushered him over to a large roller coaster as soon as you could get him away from the game booths. You quickly got into line, and while waiting, Uzui soon stepped out of the line, and you followed with concern.

-“That ride is terribly unflashy,” Uzui said. “There are plenty of rides that are much more flashy that we could go on.”

-And you did, and for so long Uzui had avoided all roller coasters with the excuse of saying that they weren’t flamboyant or something along those lines.

-“Tengen, are you afraid of roller coasters?” You’d asked once you’d caught on to his mannerisms. “You’re avoiding them quite a bit… and I don’t think it’s because they’re ‘unflashy.’

-Uzui paused, and it was clear he was embarrassed. He laughed heavily, covering his eyes. 

“How unflamboyant of I.”

INOSUKE HASHIRIBA

-He was so youthfully excited as he pranced around the amusement park, almost like he’d never been to one, or hadn’t in a long time.

-He was excited to go on every ride he could see with you, and you’d started out with smaller rides and then began to take him on bigger, scarier rides, and he’d enjoyed all of those rides with such enthusiasm.

-And then came the roller coasters.

-You’d risen higher and higher on the ride, and you could feel Inosuke’s breathing increase as he anxiously reached the top.

-You steadily reached for his hand once you realized that his expression was fear and anxiety, not excitement like you’d firstly assumed.

-When the drop hit, he yelled and rocked back and forth like a child, smiling and seeming excited and scared at the same time. 

-as much as it seemed like he was having fun, something about the way he was just didn’t feel right to you.

-You two got off of the ride, and he gripped your hand tighter as he looked at the roller coaster.

-“Did it scare you, Inosuke?” You asked with worry. “We don’t have to go on them anymore if you don’t like roller coasters.”

-“It didn’t scare me at all, y/n, because I’m not scared of anything!” He boasted. “It only felt like my heart and stomach had switched places, but I was not scared at all! Let’s not go on anymore, though!”

-You couldn’t tell if he was pretending to be strong or if he really didn’t think he was scared, but either way, you weren’t going on any more roller coasters with him.

TANJIRO KAMADO

-He was such a sweetheart the whole time, and genuinely tried his hardest to make sure you were having a great time.

-It varied from trying to win you prizes, no matter how bad he was at the game, or trying to make you smile by doing whatever he could.

-You loved him so much for that, and it made you so happy. You really wanted to go on the roller coasters, though, and something about you made you feel like Tanjiro didn’t have that same eagerness, though.

-Once Tanjiro had noticed the glistening of your eyes whenever you looked at roller coasters, he was determined to go on one with you.

-He was extremely scared the whole time on the coaster, from his heavy breathing to anxious screams on the steep ups and downs. 

-Once you’d gotten off of the ride, you’d looked at his expression, which was dizzy and shocked. 

-How bad you’d felt for making him go through that, and how bad Tanjiro felt for causing you such worry!

-“If you were afraid of roller coasters, you shouldn’t have gone on one,” You told Tanjiro with a huff. “This isn’t just about me, you’re important too.”

-“I want you to be happy,” Tanjiro explained.

-“I want the same for you, so don’t scare yourself half to death just to see me smile!” You whined. “You’re so selfless! Ugh!!”

-“Seeing your smile is worth scaring myself half,” Tanjiro responded without missing a beat.

-You shook him flusteredly, exclaiming with embarrassment and appreciation.

#fanfic #kny fluff #kny rengoku #tanjiro x reader #inosuke x reader #zenitsu x reader #uzui x reader #demon slayer giyuu tomioka #tomioka x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader

[just-a-silly-clownguy]

description

CW: this contains swearing (people sensitive to swearing are on my DNI list due to my tendency to use curse words) and some gifs may be overstimulating or triggering to some people and include bright, colourful and surreal imagery, please don't view if these are in any way harmful to you.

My name is Moth, I named myself after a hyperfixation! :3

I'm still figuring myself out tbh so I'm probably gonna discuss that on my profile.

my pronouns are they/he as well as a long list of neos and variations of that, I am transmasc nonbinary and aroace. when I'm done, I'll add the link to my carrd and pronouns.cc.

I'm a british minor and artist, I am alterhuman/nonhuman (I use the two terms interchangeably but if I shouldn't please tell me) and I don't really categorise myself into any sort of label like spiritual, physical, psychological etc. I just categorise myself as nonhuman and alterhuman, I'm very alternative and consider myself a part of many subcultures but I mostly align myself with punk, I use xenogenders, xenoidentities and neopronouns, I am disabled (chronic pain + a bunch of other symptoms of shite) and I'm neurodivergent.

I like to draw, read, write and listen to music

fandom list

demon slayer

spiderverse

riordanverse (mostly MCGA because MCGA is the best rick riordan series)

sanrio

DDLC

furry

vocaloids

hilda

steven universe

gravity falls

my little pony

avatar the last airbender

hyperfixation/special interest list

psychology

moths

mythology (mostly greek)

criminology

music

vocaloids

spiderverse

demon slayer

riordanverse (mostly MCGA)

possible cladokin/therian

therian(thrope)

otherkin

otherhearted

synpath

Theriotypes

bluepoint ragdoll cat

white's treefrog

carrion crow

clado-fungus (possible)

fox/some other type of canine (possible)

Kintypes

clown

angel

demon

dragon

clado-fungus (possible)

fae (possible)

cryptid (possible)

the star shape (possible)

the colour yellow (possible)

the colour pink (possible)

Hearttypes

moth

cats

minecraft endermen

deerfoxes

Synpaths

most of these are connected to my mental health struggles/trauma in some way

Angel Dust (hazbin hotel)

Husker (hazbin hotel)

Charlie Moringstar (hazbin hotel)

Mitsuri Kanroji (demon slayer)

Shinobu Kochou (demon slayer)

Muichiro Tokito (demon slayer)

Sanemi Shinazugawa (demon slayer)

Inosuke Hashibira (demon slayer)

Nezuko Kamado (demon slayer)

Tanjiro Kamado (demon slayer)

Natsuki (doki doki literature club)

Sayori (doki doki literature club)

Yuri (doki doki literature club)

Hilda (hilda)

Frida (hilda)

Magnus Chase (riordanverse)

Alex Fierro (riordanverse)

Nico Di Angelo (riordanverse)

Will Solace (riordanverse)

Leo Valdez (riordanverse)

Calypso (riordanverse)

Spinnel (steven universe)

Mabel (gravity falls)

Dipper (gravity falls)

rainbowdash (my little pony)

fluttershy (my little pony)

pinkie pie (my little pony)

twilight sparkle (my little pony)

diagnosed/acknowledged things

autism

dyspraxia

hypermobility

chronic pains

anxiety

depression(?)

undiagnosed/possible things

ADHD

hEDS

DPDR or some other type of dissociative disorder.

depression(?)

PTSD

DPD

do not interact: zoos (unless trying to recover), "MAPs"/pedos, groomers, pro/com/darkshippers, loli/shota-con, DDLG/DDLB and similar kinks that sexualise adult/child relationships, anti-xeno/neopronouns, anti-neo/xenogenders, anti-self diagnosis (with heavy research), self diagnosed without any research, anti-LGBT/MOGAI, homophobes, transphobes, FETRAH, racists, fascists, anti-alter/nonhumans, against any religion (includes satanism), anti-athiests, ableists, classists, transid/transx, radqueers, abusers/abusive people, raypissts/seggs offenders (idk if I'll get banned if I don't sensor those words but I wanna be accessible for screen readers), makes fun of/judges others for interests, refuses to use tone indicators, uses slurs that are against communities they aren't a part of, "dark humour" (racist jokes, homophobic jokes, grape jokes, saying slurs, jokes making fun of others' trauma etc. are not dark humour, they are just insensitive), AI "artists", anti-recovery, uses mental conditions/neurodivergency as a joke and/or insult (e.g. "I'm so delulu" without experiencing delusions, "I have so many personalities" without having OSDD-1 or DID, using autistic as an insult, uses the words sociopath and/or psychopath as a way of calling someone a bad person, "I'm so OCD" as a way to describe being tidy without actually having OCD), gatekeepers, fakeclaimers, conservative "punks", bullies and harasses others, TERFs, supports all of the previous things listed, NSFW blogs, only trying to convert others to a religion, sensitive to swearing (I swear a lot and do not censor it or wish to censor it), under 12, only likes characters like Mitsuri for their sexual aspects, Miguel O'Hara (ATSV) focused blogs.

This really makes you see how many shitty people there are in the world, I hate how long this list is.

definitely interact: alter/nonhumans, neurodivergent, disabled, artists, in the same fandoms as me, musicians, objectum, alternative, anarchist, MOGAI/LGBTQIA2S++, mutuals, supports all of the above.

thin ice: over 16, recovering pedos, Miguel O'Hara (ATSV) fans (he reminds me of my dad's more toxic behaviours).

my triggers

if we're mutuals please atleast TW these things.

(key: not always triggering and/or depends on context and situations, constantly triggering)

loud noises

flashing/strobe lights

doors slamming

angry shouting/raised voices (especially if they're male voices)

certain sexual language (especially the word "eat" in a sexual context)

sexual and nude imagery (especially of genitals).

discussions of grooming and pedophillia

depictions, mentions and discussions of self harm

boundaries

do not purposely send or show me any content that portrays the following in any sort of positive light:

Miguel O'Hara from ATSV Elvis Presley anger issues any form of SA weird age gaps (e.g. 14 and 17, 16 and 21 as well as blatantly obvious grooming) minors doing sexual things especially with adults. domestic violence most things related to people listed in my DNI

don't try and push me to share things that I haven't already willingly shared, you can ask questions but if I delete or don't respond to your asks or tell you I'm not comfortable with answering it please don't push me, I probably have a reason, usually I will specify if I'm comfortable with people asking me questions and which ones I'm comfortable with in posts.

don't use the pronouns she/her or similar pronouns while referring to me.

I'm OK with people making sexual jokes with me but I am incredibly uncomfortable with people genuinely discussing sexual subjects with me unless I have said otherwise.

don't debate me on my DNI, triggers and boundaries, I have them for many reasons and a lot of them are in some way related to trauma and mental health.

my music taste

genres

hyperpop

punk

emo

metal

goth

scenecore (I know the difference between scene and scenecore, I do not consider myself to be scene)

vocaloid

grunge

alternative pop

80s pop

artists (any artists that I am aware of doing and saying bad things will be highlighted in red, I do not condone any of these actions or support them, I avoid listening to them on any form of media where they will be decently monetised, I am not saying I like the artists themselves, I'm merely saying I like the music they make. If there are any artists who have done bad things which are not highlighted, please tell me, I mostly just listen to the music and don't really research the artists so I will most likely be unaware of their actions.)

Insane Clown Posse

Pierce the Veil

6arelyhuman

Mindless Self Indulgence

Party Cannon

Metallica

Ramstein

Hatsune Miku

Maretu

Kikuo

DECO*27

GRLwood

Mommy Long Legs

Siouxsie and The Banshees

Bauhaus

Nirvana

Jack Stauber

alex g

The Smiths

TV girl

Melanie Martinez

Conan Grey

Queen

David Bowie

Choking Victim

The Crane Wives

Marina

Mitski

Fish In A Birdcage

Florence + The Machine

Bikini Kill

The Dresden Dolls

Daisy and the Scouts

Slayer

Mother Mother

The Cure

Ado

Rebzyyx

The Living Tombstone

CG5

The Orion Experience

Machine Girl

Odetari

songs

the masochism tango by Tom Lehrer

the stalker's tango by Autoheart

good old fashioned loverboy by Queen

starman by David Bowie

rebel rebel by David Bowie

hold on til may by Pierce the Veil

kind for a day by Pierce the Veil

oogie boogie wu by Insane Clown Posse

faster n harder by 6arelyhuman

salamander by DECO*27

volt tackle by DECO*27

drunk walk home by Mitski

savages by Marina

the garden by The Crane Wives

bird song by Florence + The Machine

Imma Kill U by Insane Clown Posse

duct taped to a flag pole by Party Cannon

molly by Mindless Self Indulgence

world is mine by Hatsune Miku

koinu no carnival by EHAMIC

the vampire by DECO*27

that unwanted animal by The Amazing Devil

this charming man by The Smiths

hayloft II by Mother Mother

pipopipo by Serani Poji

kara kara kara no kara by Kikuo

greedy greedy by KIKUO

dscf by DECO*27

aishite aishite aishite by Ado

daisy 2.0 (featuring Hatsune Miku) by Ashnikko

five nights at freddy's by The Living Tombstone

freakshow by Punkinloveee and H3artcrush

p3t by Femtanyl

kiss me <3 by Vampyx

4 morant (better luck next time) by Jeethz

mind brand by Maretu

links

xenoidentities

genders

carrd (not finished yet)

pronouns.cc (unfinished)

users to support if you can

stevenblogr needs help getting insulin, please donate (dollars) to his linktree if you can, his goal is $300.

type1diabeticqueen needs help getting insulin, please donate (dollars) to her linktree if you can, her goal is $450.

#clownkin #dragonkin #demonkin #angelkin #otherkin #therian #cat #frog #crow #theriotype #queer #lgbtqia #anti zoo #neurodivergency #neurodivergent #autism #adhd #autistic #artist #dyspraxia #sensory issues #hyperfixation #special interest #nonhuman #alterhuman #xenogenders #description #bio #music

[justatypicalwizard]

Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 30

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate event you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 2,1k

18+, minors do not interact

The drunkenness really got your head spinning right round baby, right round… at least that’s what you were chanting, skipping from one leg to the other. Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Aoi, Kanao and you left the party. Given Zenitsu’s state there was no chance he would drive so you all had to walk back to your places. At least you all circled around the campus somehow.

Laughing and cracking jokes you slowly made your way towards the apartments.

‘’You’ll really keep it a secret from me Y/N ah…’’ Tanjiro laughed into your ear, wrapping his rather large arm around your shoulders. You had no clue whether you were guiding him or he was guiding you, nonetheless both of you tried to stay on the track. 

Drunk or not you were still a friend so your glance instantly shot Kanao’s way. After she had told you about her crush and how jealous she felt of Tanjiro being overly friendly, you tried your best to make him stop. You did not deliberately sit next to him, you didn’t text him as much nor were you giving the man any type of hints. You didn’t want to ruin this friendship but you could draw a solid boundary line and that's what you were trying to do.

Winking to the stoic girl you scooped her with your hand, now inbetween of the two black haired. Twisting your feet you spun on the sidewalk feeling like a ballerina in a triplet, laughing your ass off. Then you let go of them, making the two stumble in one another, holding for dear life. 

Kanao gave you a shocked look while Tanjiro stared at the girl in his arms trying to process when the two of you changed places.

You skipped over to Zenitsu not giving the pair behind you any more attention as you wanted to give Kanao her chance to talk to her crush. You really felt like the biggest wingman in the world.

The blonde gave you a lazy, questioning look while glancing over his shoulder at the pair. 

‘’What?’’ You spat out.

‘’Nothing. Wish someone would help me like that as well.’’ He cried.

‘’Then you have to break through Tanjiro’s iron guard around Nezuko.’’ Patting his back you proceeded with your route. 

‘’Hey guys, it’s nearly my house, maybe you want to come in?’’ Tanjiro asked and soon you all turned to his apartment. 

While at the palace you all partied more, sitting and playing games. At one moment Aoi suggested taking a photo and you volunteered your phone.

‘’Gather up, closer, closer!’’ The black haired girl ordered you around as you all tried to snuggle together to make place for everyone. She took a few photos and handed you the phone. You put the photo in the group chat. 

You really shouldn't, given the situation, but you sent the photo also to Sanemi. Most likely he’d be sleeping by now, yet your drunk mind thought it’d be good to show him that you are indeed having fun. 

-

The next morning was rather hard but by the evening you were ready to go to Sanemi’s place. 

‘’You’re so fucking oblivious.’’ The white haired spat out as he cracked the door for you. 

‘’Hello to you as well.’’ You mumbled under your nose not knowing why you got scolded the first minute you entered the apartment. 

‘’Just come.’’ He made you follow him to the main room. 

‘’Genya home?’’ 

‘’No, I kicked him out.’’ 

‘’Wow.’’ That poor boy must have a hard time living with Sanemi. ‘’By the way, what’s the matter?’’ You crossed your arms on your chest expecting an explanation to Shianzugawa’s weird behaviour. 

‘’You’re oblivious.’’ He stated once more. 

‘’I don’t get what you’re talking about.’’

‘’The photo.’’

‘’What’s with it?’’ 

‘’Oh, you really don’t know. Then take a closer look or maybe I should buy you a pair of freaking glasses?’’ 

Sighing, you opened your phone and took a second look at the memory from yesterday. The photo, or rather you on it, looked worse than you remembered but apart from this nothing was out of ordinary.

‘’I don’t get it.’’ You shook your head. 

‘’Here.’’ He came closer, towering over you and pointing at something on the screen. 

Largening the image you spotted a hand. This hand was on a thigh, damn, kind of high in fact. Oh wait. It was Tanjiro’s hand and your thigh. 

You bursted out in laughter.

“Dude, we were all so drunk yesterday we barely kept straight, you really got hung on that hand. Like, he was obviously just leaning on me for some balance. It’s Tanjiro for god’s sake! And one of the girls that came for me yesterday has a massive crush on him and we’re all kinda wingmens for her.” You exhausted the topic as much as you could just to cut it short right here and now. “Please, stop with the jealousy, it doesn’t suit such a handsome face and I don’t want it to be a problem in our rel…” You bit your tongue before you stated anything too serious.

Sanemi shrugged, visibly annoyed but agreed with you in the end.

Walking through his living room and pointing out to yourself that you’re starting to feel at ease in this place. It looked different in the late evening light. Due to the weather changing the sun still held tightly to the horizon giving you a few more seconds of its golden rays. In deep winter it would have been dark already, just like on New Year’s. Ah yes, the black couch set. This thing always threw you a bit off when you came over to Sanemi’s but in a good, exciting way.

Now the two of you settled for the kitchen table. Having something to rest your arms on was pleasant, otherwise you could end up scrunching the material of your trousers like a small kid who did something bad.

“Want some tea or a coffee?” The white haired man was standing by his kitchen.

“Yes, tea.” You answered not caring what you’ll get to drink, whatever to moist your throat at this rate, given what you’ll talk about.

Coming here you felt kinda confident. Your career was not at risk any more, the consequences of this whole situation are rather minor given its scale. Just a few people know about it all and they won’t spill. Nonetheless, when you looked the man in the eye one more time you felt something crushing your insides at a steadily growing rate. Was it the stress about even talking to him or was it more about the fear of getting rejected. Of course you saw it as a possibility! You caused him so much trouble, it was not worth getting into more. He’ll say that it was fun and all, he liked the sex, your butt is nice and goodbye. He’ll have all the right to that because he could lose his life for god’s sake! Not only his life, what would Genya do without him earning what he is earning. You know the guy doesn’t work and studies hard. If you were to destroy two lives you would run away somewhere where you would perish into sweet nothings. You would leave all your friends, not talk to your family and live an ascetic life in self-punishment. You can already feel the dryness in your mouth while traversing desserts or the shiver of your back pushed into the wood of your crooked hut in some deep north.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

I’m sorry there’s only one place in the solicited hut… what?

You didn’t register when Sanemi placed the steaming cup next to you and sat just in front with his own black coffee. What was it he was saying?

“Hello? Earth to Y/N.” Roger that. “Answer, anything for fucks sake.”

“What?”

“Not that. Did you listen?” Was it hard for him to spit it out once again? Guess it could be it, him being so dense about any emotion other than sex drive.

“Sorry, I was in my head a bit there.” You heard it, of course you did but it was blurred, like you just made it up. Was he really not asking you to leave his life for once?

“Fuck you really.” Shinazugawa mumbled. “Do you want to be my girlfriend? An official one, a real relationship, or at least try it. I don’t know about it either, the only thing I’m sure about is that you don’t annoy the shit out of me and I actually like you more than any other person in this world, at least that’s what I think, Genya’s not included in this conversation.” It was somewhere between a desperate lonely man and a maths teacher when you failed a test, all of his worlds right now.

“So what, you’d be my boyfriend?”

He shook his head at you in disbelief.

“But, how do you imagine it?” How could you imagine not shouting ‘yes’ in an instant and throwing yourself at him? Oh, your brain actually started working and you had a few questions before you gave him your answer. Smart girl, smart girl. “Would we just, I don’t know, be affectionate around people at the uni or do we still keep low? Do we tell the truth when asked or lie? Do we talk to each other at the uni, cuz obviously we won’t see each other as much because we don’t have any lectures together and never will, but when we do bump into each other? Do I give you a peck on the cheek or not even look you in the eye?” Where did it all come from, officer? You were surprised you actually processed such things, having in mind you never actually prepared for this very conversation.

“It’s all up to us and what you feel comfortable with.” He was looking you straight in the eye, with that pale lavender one of his. The evening sun gave his cheeks a warm brush. “Me? I don't give a shit what people say. I don’t care if they make up scenarios about us fucking for your grades, let them talk. It’s them who slack off, have shitty grades, are nosy about everyone's business and most importantly it's them who’s not banging a hot lecturer.” You snorked at the last one. “I want people to know that you’re my girlfriend and we will kiss whenever we like as long as it doesn’t abuse too many rules. Of course there will be some more shit with the university before this whole thing lays off but I don’t care about it that much either.” He took a deep breath. “At least that’ll be if you agree to… anything.”

At first it was a snicker, then you pinched the bridge of your nose to stop it, then it escalated into a full blown laughter. You were sitting in front of Shinazugawa laughing and snorting. You were sitting in front of a man who was obviously out of his mind. You were sitting in front of a man who seemed not to give a thought about his career and life standing and asking you, the core of all his problems, to be his girlfriend.You were sitting in front of a man who was so much better than you, more good-looking, more intelligent, more brave, more confident in everything that he did. This man in front of you, you liked his cocky smile so much, you craved his not-so-buttoned-up chest, you found it utterly impossible for yourself to land someone like him, his neatly hid selflessness, his care for Genya, for you, him fighting for what he wanted, fighting for you, you loved so many things about him… yeah, you loved those things. This man sitting in front of you, was it just a crush?

He was no longer in front of you, he was just next to your swelled with joy chest. You didn’t want to sit on him or kiss him, you wanted to hold this absolute idiot close to you. You clutched tightly to the back of his shirt and hid your face in the crook of his neck.

It was only seconds when Sanemi was dumbfounded but he shook out of it quickly wrapping his arms protectively around you, like something could take you away.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes! Everything, I agree to everything.” Backing slightly but not so much as to shimmy out of his grasp, you looked at him. “It may be hard at the beginning to ignore all the comments. I’m not you, okay? Don’t look at me like that. But I’m sure it will be worth it. And if it won't, then at least I can say that it was me who banged that hot lecturer, not them.”

“Good fucking god that’s a dream come true.”

“I’ve never heard you say anything so cheesy.” You laughed.

“I can stop if you want, the fuck.” Was it a blush on his cheeks? Nevermind, you didn’t feel like teasing him, you felt like melting into him.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Taglist:

@secretxchive @vesperazhier

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you #college #university #college student #shinazugawa x reader #demon slayer shinazugawa #shinazugawasanemi #sanemi x y/n #sanemi smut

[seirren]

matchup for @imjustabeanie01 ✨

Thank you for the matchup trade~! It was really fun. I hope you like this <3

I match you with...

Zenitsu Agatsuma!

♡ zenitsu keeps thinking how lucky he is to be with you. how could he not? despite what you might say about yourself, zenitsu knows you are an amazing person!

♡ at first, he might be intimidated by you. but as he got to know you more, he began admiring you. one of the first things that he admires is your honesty. sure, it might be brutal. but zenitsu really appreciates your honesty. he doesn't have to second-guess himself because he knows you will always voice what's on your mind.

♡ zenitsu is a patient person. sure, he wants to know more about you. but, he won't force you to open up. instead, he chooses to talk about-- anything, really. himself, his sensei, how inosuke annoyed him this morning, everything. his cheery voice and the way he talks might or might not put on a smile on your face.

♡ oh. the moment zenitsu sees your smile, he knows he's gone. warmth filled his heart, making him wonder is this how love truly feels. from that day, zenitsu knows that making you smile will be his life mission.

♡ he is your biggest, your loudest, and your most loyal supporter. it is like zenitsu can sense whenever you feel down, lonely, or insecure. he'll quickly come up to you, maybe bringing your favorite food or a flowers crown he made by himself, and then he tries his best to cheer you up. as long as zenitsu is around, he won't let you get lonely, or sad, or insecure!

♡ when you are drawing or baking, zenitsu would be excited. he'd watch you draw, and help you bake. if you draw him a potrait of himself or anything really, he'll treasure your drawing. he might even frame it on his room! and if you bake him cakes, he'll shower you with compliments as he enjoys your baking.

♡ once, he tried to debate you on some matters. unsurprisingly, he lost because he can't provide good arguments. he sulked, but his love and admiration for you grew even more. he thinks you are very intelligent.

♡ he won't engage you in any argument or debate ever again. however, he would enjoy seeing you argue with other people. he enjoys every second of you proving that the other person is wrong. yes, show them who's wrong, darling!

♡ zenitsu won't tell you this (or he might, someday), but you are the very reason why he wants to be better version of himself. he knows he's not reliable-- weak and useless, at least that's what he thinks of himself. but, you make him want to be better, to be stronger and reliable, someone you can be proud of. he wants to protect you, and he wants to make you happy.

#matchup #matchup trade #i hope you love the result and the matchup #demon slayer

[rottenhashira]

Hiyaaa~~~ 🎋

I’m Alex or Ly.

I go by any pronouns.

This acc is 18+. Even if its just to focus on a kny AU, it will contain smut or suggestive drawings.

I’m a digital artist and an inexperienced writer(for fun!)

KNY only! Not spoiler free!

STATUS: HOLD

Rot Hashira is an AU made by myself, I am just one person working on this au so content might be slow.

This is just a resumed version, there’s so much more to the story and lore of this au which will be told with art pieces. Plz be patient 🎋🪷

The AU takes place right after Tanjiro Kamado(Sun Hashira defeat Muzan with the help of the kamaboko squad, which are Hashira aswell(I would like to mention that NONE of them are minors, they’re all adults in this au).

Once Kamado defeated Muzan, the ghost of Yorichii appears before Tanjiro and only he can see him. Yorichii shows Kamado a vision of the future, that this war was not finish but it could be if he takes action right here and now. Kamado thinks he is ready for his last task but only if he knew…

Yorichii’s ghost guided the young hashira to the place of his mission leaving the others behind to rest, the hashira comes to a stop in front of a deserted cabin not so far from the battle field he just been in. Once Kamado realized that his final enemy lies behind this door, he took a deep breath in to prepare his lungs since this enemy won’t run away and its unlike anyone he has faced before…

An infant rested in the cabin, in a well clean wooden crib. A baby girl to be exact, dark long hair, tiny, sharp nails and ruby red eyes with a slit in the middle similar to the ones of a cat’s pupils. “Its just an infant… its just a girl… what sort of image and threat does she poised that I cannot avoid?…” Kamado looked at the infant in awe as Yorichii’s ghost stand beside the crib leaning over it “This is non other the offspring of the demon king, Muzan. Know that she’ll grow from a girl to an avenger, one fueled with vengeance once come of age… if you don’t end it now you wont have no one to save.. you can say goodbye to Nezuko, your friends… your family..”

Kamado quickly dropped his blade and took the infant on his arms to comfort her “I can raise it as my own! I’ll take her far from home! I’ll make sure her past is never known! Please I’m on my knees for you!” The sun hashira begged on his knees to Yorichii’s ghost who looked down at him in disappointment.

“Please dont make me do this Yorichii! Please there has to be another way, please guide me!” Kamado yelled with tears in his eyes, he could only picture his younger siblings in this infant… he just couldn’t..

“Young Kamado… I apologize. It seemed I’ve chosen the wrong soul for the task.” Those wore Yorichii’s last words before vanishing, leaving the sun hashira alone with the infant.

Kamado decided it was best to escape from everyone and everything he knew. He took the infant and ran, ran till his legs failed him, till his lungs ached in pain, far… please so far..

Kamado’s heart ached at the fact he had to leave his friends and famiky behind with out a goodbye. He left behind the Rengoku family, the man who adopted him and his sister, who gave him a family to call his. The love of his life, Kanao… even tho she kept rejecting him, he loved her with everything he got. His best friends, Zenitsu and Inosuke, brothers at this point, he couldn’t congrats him on his 3rd happy marriage. The reason he even became a demon slayer, Nezuko… he hated he couldn’t tell her anything or even leave her a letter, he hated he couldn’t congratulate her on her second child with her new husband Muichiro…

Tanjiro took the infant far, so far, a journey that took him a month to reach to. He took her to a mountain house he bought, the house was very similar to the one he lived when he was a child. He decided to call the infant “Hina” which meant sun or bright! She was his sun, Hina gave him the opportunity to live a tamed lifestyle he craved, he loved Hina like if she was his.

Years passed and Hina grew up like a well taken care of Framboyán tree. You couldn’t even guess she was the daughter of such cruel man like Muzan, she was a kind soul thanks to her father, Tanjiro. Kamado was luckily abled to give her an animal based diet like him and since they were a small family, they had lotz of time together so he taught her sun breathing, the fire dance his father passed down to him and he passed down his ear rings to her.

Years passed and they lived happily together until one night… a young looking hashira found them. The hashira had a white haori and bells decorated his sandal’s back, he had long pointy fox ears which were pierced with bells and red ribbons, he also had a fox tail… he was a demon? A demon as a hashira? Who?…

Kamado’s heart raced knowing exactly why he was here, kamado reached to a certain age where his skills were now failing him so he couldn’t do much but that didn’t brought him down, he will protect his daughter.

The demon hashira paused dropping his figthing stance “Tanjiro?…” the hashira let out with a curios tone. “Tanjiro is that really you? Its me! Sabito! We used to be partners in the demon slayer corp!” Sabito let out rushing closer to him, he circled him to inspect him from head to toe. “Look at you! You’re not so bad for an old man!” Sabito let out with a friendly chuckle until he took a good sniff.

“Tanjiro, you smell… different.”

//skipping catching up details

The fox friend could sniff a smell, it wasn’t putrid or terrible like demons commonly have… in the contrary, it was a scent of vanilla, he didn’t knew how to put it but it was a tamed smell… so comforting and relaxing but it had a strong hint of power, the smoke before the forest fire…

Sabito stepped in between Tanjiro and his house in a defensive posture to protect his old friend. A young lady walked out the door, her face expressed concern for her Tanjiro, her irises glow a ruby red just like Muzan’s and this shocked Sabito. Sabito’s hands trembled around his blade’s handle as a soft growl sneaked up his throat “I thought we killed you! You’re like a fucking plague!” The river kitsune spit with venom.

Tanjiro quickly stepped in between them to ease Sabito, Sabito didn’t backed down realizing that Tanjiro was defending this beautiful young woman who was clearly a demon, Muzan. Tanjiro was now considered as an enemy, betrayal... both of them broke into a fight to the death, Tanjiro had the advantage with his sun breathing technique but before he could slash Sabito’s neck he had flashbacks of their friendship so Kamado redirected his blade away from his throat, slashing some hair off Sabito. Sabito took this as an open door and used his demon blood art to leave a serious deep injury on Tanjiro’s chest with heavy pressured water.

Hina saw it all, she rushed to her father aid in terror, she cover him trying to protect him as her tears rushed in. Tanjiro made sure to comfort her in his last moments… “please… promise me you won’t eat human flesh… never.” Hina nodded in confusion as she cried hysterically begging Tanjiro to stay with her as Sabito was shocked seeing a demon with Muzan’s blood pump in their veins protecting a human.

Once Tanjiro’s hand became weak, Hina was fueled with anger and vengeance, Hina aimed her hand to Sabito as her arm’s veins were turning blood red, her nails becoming longer as her mouth drooled. Sabito’s eyes widen as he felt his internal organs moving, his blood was moving to places it shouldn’t, his body didn’t respond to him, this body wasn’t his anymore… blood rushed up his throat, every exit in his body was leaking a concerning amount of blood as his veins pop through his flesh.

Tanjiro reunited enough strength to hold her arm, this made her drop everything she was doing and attend her dying father, her focus was on only him. “Please don’t… I-I’ll wait for you Hina… I’ll always be with you…” Kamado dropped his hand as he took his final breath in Hina’s arms, Hina cradled her hold man’s corpse, her cries filled the forest and Sabito was no where to be found.

“Hashiras huh?…” the voice of a man was herd in the darkness of the forest. Two glowing orbs appeared, rainbow colored that coexisted just right in his irises.. a demon.

“What do you want?.” Hina growled as she just finished her father’s grave.

“I want to help you… princess…” The white kitsune grinned extending his arm to her.

Credits:

Teeth Divider: @//mmadeinheavenn

Art: @//rottencoreflesh101

Story inspiration:

#kny #kny au #demon slayer au #rot hashira

[rainyrindou]

Hi venus!! I saw in your carrd that you liked demon slayer, so I wanted to ask you who are your favorite characters?

it’s amusing to me that you asked me this as i was scrolling thru douma tags.

ahem, DOUMA!!!!!! he’s so fine it’s insane.

also love and adore mitsuri she’s so babygirl…MUICHIRO…and kanae and obanai…really i love all the hashiras i think they’re dope. tengen had me in a chokehold for a while i love his design a LOT. very fun guy to draw i could probably post some old drawings of him if i could find em…OH and haganezuka looks almost exactly like my bf. so there’s that. unmasked obviously 😭

and like obv i love tanjiro he makes me cry sometimes bc he really is such a great main character…and inosuke cracks me up. I LOVE DEMON SLAYER i just never really was active on tumblr when i was obsessed with it so i hardly follow any blogs that post about it. but i think all the characters have really fucking cool designs and powers and idk it makes me really emotional actually !! i need to finish the manga but i haven’t wanted to bc finishing things usually makes me kinda sad lol ANYWAY thank u for asking muah

#msg: romy <3 #i am such a blabbermouth i’m so sorry 😭 #all for one simple question #but yeah i’m not a big crier ik that’s probably hard to believe #but demon slayer has made me cry many times #it’s really beautifully done in every aspect

[lesbiansanemi]

Blood Brothers

Here's Inosuke's backstory for the roleswap AU that is still being written horrifically out of order... whoops

Other installments: Kyojuro, Shinobu & Kanae, Obanai, Mitsuri, Tengen, Sanemi, Tanjiro & Nezuko

Squeezing her eyes shut and gritting her teeth, Aoi sliced the knife across the palm of her hand, and allowed her blood to drip onto the freshly clipped wisteria. She was no stranger to pain, but that didn’t mean she liked it, and she wished Shinobu would come up with a better method of communication between them. 

Especially since Kanae died… Even though she wasn’t a demon herself, Aoi thought it would be best for them to be better connected with the loss of their eldest sister. Kanae had saved her life, Kanae had practically raised her, and she… She still couldn’t quite believe she was gone. Demons were so timeless, so ethereal, so other. It had felt impossible for Tamayo and any of her demons to die, but… 

Aoi shook her head, and pulled her hand back from the flowers to bandage the cut on her palm. That should be enough blood and wisteria to draw the attention of whichever of her sisters were lurking in the area this new moon. Likely not Shinobu, ever since she became Upper Moon Four, she was always busy, and Kanao often shadowed her. So it would probably be one of the triplets. Checking in on her was pretty much their only duty. 

After her cut was cleaned and bandaged, she threw open the shutters, and placed the bloodied wisteria in the window sill. 

Now all she had to do was wait for one of her sisters to arrive. 

“Aoi!” Two tiny, clawed hands scrabbled at the window sill. “Aoi! It’s me! It’s Sumi!” 

Aoi chuckled and hurried to the open window, peering outside to see her little sister, forever too small to see inside the window, even on her tiptoes. “Hello, Sumi! Shinobu’s got you out running errands by yourself tonight, hm?” 

Sumi’s smile stretched so wide all four of her eyes crinkled. “Mmhm! She had to go take care of something for Tamayo-sama, and Kanao went with her.” 

Aoi crossed her arms and rested them in the window as she leaned out. “No Naho or Kiyo?” 

Sumi shook her head. “Kiyo is watching some boring flower drip in the lab for Shinobu, and Naho had plans with Senjuro tonight! Rengoku-san is taking them out to a little festival. He wanted to take all three of us, but me and Kiyo can’t hide our extra eyes yet…” she pouted. 

Aoi reached out to ruffle her hair. “Well, maybe you can’t be around other humans yet, but we can have a fun night together. C’mere.” She leaned over, hooked her arms in Sumi’s armpits, and heaved her through the open window. 

Sumi giggled and went limp in her hold, letting herself be hauled inside. 

As a teenager living in the Infinity Palace, Aoi had never been very strong, always spindly and scrawny, but living out here alone, gathering and farming her own food, she’d eventually packed on enough muscle to easily pick up her little sisters. 

“Why’d you leave out wisteria, though?” Sumi asked. “You only do that when you need something!” 

“It’s nothing too serious,” Aoi said as she set her down and ushered her to the table, where she’d already made tea, laced with blood and her sisters’ favorite flavors. “Just something I thought was a little odd. I thought Tamayo-sama might want to know about it.” 

Sumi squealed as she was handed her tea cup. “No one ever keeps tea back home!” she said. “It’s just blood. Which is good! But it’s not the same as your tea.” 

“Well…” Aoi lifted her own, non-blood laced, tea to her lips and took a sip. “You’re always welcome to come for tea any time you want. You don’t only have to come when I leave out the wisteria and blood.” 

Sumi shook her head. “Everyone says it’s too dangerous… Especially after—” Her eyes glossed over with tears and she sniffled. “Especially after Kanae… Shinobu doesn’t want to risk any slayers hurting you because they found out you were friendly with demons. We can’t lose another sister. Oh, won’t you just become a demon, Aoi?” 

Aoi sighed. That question was the one thing she hated about the younger girls coming by. They just never understood why she refused to turn. Honestly, Shinobu and Kanao didn’t either, but they knew better than to press. Kanae was the only one who had ever seemed to get it. “Oh, you know, Sumi!” she laughed with a wave of her hand. “I’m just not interested. And I’ve been dodging slayers for a decade now. There’s a reason I live out here in the middle of nowhere.” 

Sumi’s shoulders slumped, but she didn’t argue; by now, she seemed to have learned better. “Okay then… What was the odd thing? To tell Tamayo-sama about?” 

“Ah…” Aoi straightened up, and pointed in a vague direction to her left. “There’s a mountain several miles that way. Recently, slayers have started investigating it, but none of them ever come back down. I thought there might be a demon there worth looking into, if they’re killing slayers. Either they’re someone Tamayo-sama might be interested in, or they need to be dealt with before they start killing innocent people.” 

“There’s slayers in the area and you didn’t tell anyone before now!?” Sumi demanded with wide eyes. “What if they hurt you!? What if they—!?” 

Aoi hushed her with a soft smile. “I’m human, Sumi. They have no reason to suspect me. I’m just an antisocial hermit living in the woods. If I was in any sort of danger, I would tell you. I’m just suspicious of what’s going on on that mountain. So, do tell Tamayo-sama for me when you go home, please?” 

“Okay…” 

“Hey, think of it this way.” Aoi set her teacup down. “Once whatever is on that mountain is taken care of, slayers will have no reason to come here anymore. So you’ll be making me safer, okay?” 

Slowly, Sumi’s smile returned, and she eagerly returned to her tea, as easily distracted as any child, demon or human. “Okay!” 

---

“So…” Aoi fiddled with the hems of her sleeves. “You’re the new Kizuki…?” 

Sanemi Shinazugawa narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms. “And you’re the little human bitch who can summon Kizuki.” 

Aoi worried her lip, and did her best not to let her nerves get the better of her. She’d hoped Tamayo would have sent someone she was close with, even if she couldn’t send Shinobu, or at least someone she knew.  

She also couldn’t believe someone so… menacing had taken Rengoku’s place as Upper Moon Two. Rengoku might have been overwhelming, but she’d never been scared of him. But this demon already made her skin crawl. “I don’t think—I wasn’t trying to summon you, I just thought Tamayo-sama should know about all the slayers around here!” 

Shinazugawa shrugged. “Whatever. I’ll kill ‘em and that’ll be the end of it. Tamayo said there wasn’t a demon on that mountain.” 

Aoi grimaced. “But then… Why would there be so many slayers going there? And why are none of them coming back?” 

“How the fuck should I know?” he demanded. “Point me in the direction of this mountain, and I’ll figure it out.” 

Aoi’s nose scrunched up in displeasure. How old was this man when he’d been turned? His early-twenties? Mid-twenties at the absolute latest. She was older than him. It had been strange, aging and suddenly being older than the people who raised her. Catching up to Shinobu and Kanae’s ages, before surpassing them as she approached her thirtieth birthday. Despite the fact that she was mentally and emotionally older than all of Tamayo’s demons now, it was strange to wrap her head around. 

But she’d never met Shinazugawa before now, and didn’t take well to young men being disrespectful for no reason! 

“You really should watch your language,” she scolded. “I’m just trying to be helpful, and even if this wasn’t something you wanted to deal with, you shouldn’t take it out on me. Didn’t your mother ever teach you to treat people kindly?” 

Shinazugawa blinked, before he bared monstrous fangs and a murderous snarl rumbled from his chest. “Shut the fuck up! Gods above, you’re definitely one of Shinobu’s goddamn brats.” 

Aoi took a deep breath and forced out the tension in her shoulders. “Can you please just do as Tamayo-sama asked, and deal with whatever is causing this? Considering how violent you all are, I figured you’d be chomping at the bit to kill some demon slayers.” 

Shinazugawa rolled his eyes and turned on his heel. “You gonna help?” 

“Absolutely not!” Aoi shook her head. “I refused to become a demon to avoid being involved in mass murdering. And the cannibalism. And being immortal. And dying in the sunlight. Oh, a lot of things really! But the point is, no, I’m not helping you murder people.” 

“What, too damn good for murder?” he drawled over his shoulder. 

“Obviously not. I’m pointing you in the direction of people to murder. I just never had the stomach for the act itself, which I don’t think is a bad thing.” She turned her palms up. “And you’re about to start walking towards the wrong mountain, by the way.” She turned and pointed north. “It’s that one. Few miles that way.” 

Shinazugawa’s snarl rumbled louder, but he turned and marched off in that direction. 

“Have fun!” Aoi called after him. “If you don’t want to come tell me what it was, at least have someone else do it! I’m curious!” 

Shinazugawa twisted around to throw up a vulgar gesture, and continued on his way. 

Aoi huffed. Where did Tamayo find these people? And hadn’t her sisters told her that the new Upper Moon had gotten romantically involved with Kanroji? Oh, she was sure Shinobu adored having him around and sharing her wife with him. 

Every time she interacted with someone other than her sisters, Aoi grew more and more relieved that she jumped Tamayo’s ship years ago. 

Oh well. Considering it was Upper Moon Two who had been sent, the little slayer problem in her patch of woods would be dealt with quickly. 

---

Sanemi grumbled a harsh string of swears beneath his breath as he marched up the damned mountain. Why Tamayo had sent him to deal with this, he didn’t understand. Sure, if he stumbled across any of the slayers that had been cropping up here, that would be wonderful, but if something here was already killing them, he wasn’t sure if he’d actually get the damn chance. 

And why Yushiro had sent him to that goddamn Aoi Kanzaki’s stupid-ass garden instead of the damn mountain where the problem was he didn’t fucking understand. Some bullshit about keeping her involved and in the loop because she was important to the Kocho sisters, and oh what-fucking-ever! If she wanted to be involved, she could become a demon and actually live with them. 

He didn’t get that woman. When he hadn’t wanted to become a demon, he’d had some actual reasons. Why didn’t Aoi want to be a demon? Just for the sake of being human? Why? She lived alone in the woods, it wasn’t like she was engaged with human society in any meaningful way. He just didn’t fucking get it. 

Whatever. It wasn’t a demon on that mountain, but whatever it was, it was killing slayers. So long as Sanemi found something to kill here, he supposed it was worth it. He needed to get back to Mitsuri so they could finish planning the giant wedding she’d insisted upon. 

He really should have known better than to say he “didn’t care” about what kind of wedding they had when she asked… Now she and Tengen were putting together something horrifyingly elaborate. 

Maybe that was why Tamayo sent him to do this. Maybe she realized he needed a break from it all. Killing someone always helped calm him down, settled his jittering nerves. Maybe he could even bring back something for Mitsuri and Obanai to eat… It might help ease the feeling that he wasn’t doing a well enough job providing for them because he just didn’t know how to help with things like fucking weddings. 

A sword rammed its way through his chest. 

A nichirin sword rammed its way through his chest. 

Sanemi’s eyes blew wide, more from shock than pain. While this blow would kill a human, it was superficial to him. But he should have noticed the slayer approaching. He hadn’t smelled a damn thing, hadn’t heard anything, hadn’t sensed an enemy at all. 

And what fucking slayer didn’t go for a decapitation with the element of surprise? Fuck, if they had, Sanemi might have—

No, no, his body was too durable for that. A slayer decapitating him in a single stroke was practically goddamn impossible. 

He gasped and whirled around, his clawed fingers wrapping around the throat of the person with the sword and slamming them against the nearest tree trunk. 

The person— girl, Sanemi realized, as she wasn’t wearing a fucking shirt, choked as she was smashed against the tree bark and the breath was wrenched out of her. 

Sanemi fully intended to snap her damn neck then and there. Something nice and quick but that would still leave the body mostly intact for him to bring home to his fiance. Most slayers he liked dragging it out for, but this one… spooked him, and that couldn’t be allowed. 

But he halted, putting just enough pressure on her neck to cut off her airflow and keep her subdued. 

There was no way in hell this was a slayer. Never mind that a slayer would have gone for a decapitation, this girl was half fucking feral. The only thing she wore were tattered animal pelts haphazardly wrapped around her hips and waist. Nothing above, leaving her chest completely exposed, and nothing on her lower legs, not even shoes. The only other thing she wore was a goddamn boar’s head. 

What the fuck!? 

Sanemi loosened his grip, just enough for her to suck in a deep gasp. “Who the fuck are you?” he demanded. “Where’d you get nichirin? ‘Cause you’re sure as hell not a slayer.” 

She hissed. Hissed. The bitch goddamn hissed at him! A grating noise, mangled, in only the way a human throat could attempt to hiss, but that had clearly been the noise she was going for. 

“Hey!” Sanemi gave her throat another threatening squeeze before loosening it again. “I could kill your dumbass right fucking now. Answer me. Who the fuck are you?” 

Demented giggles escaped her next. “Name’s Inosuke Hashibira. And I’m King of the Mountain!” she declared. 

What? What!? 

“...Fucking what…?” 

The girl’s hands flew to Sanemi’s wrist, and she sank jagged nails into the skin, ripping and tearing with a fervor befitting an animal rather than a human. When the flesh easily healed, she growled in frustration. Frantic kicks joined the clawing, and she twisted her whole body, going so far as snapping bones out of place in an attempt to escape the grip. 

Sanemi narrowed his eyes, and let curiosity get the better of him. He wrenched the boar mask off. 

“Hey!” she shrieked. 

Oh she was a young girl. Tangled, knotted blue-tipped black hair tumbled around her shoulders, and her face was smeared with dirt and… possibly some dried blood, but that couldn’t distract from how young she appeared. She was probably about Genya’s age. 

Sanemi’s hand slipped away from her throat. 

Inosuke lunged, sword abandoned as it had slipped out of her grasp while being choked, and attempted to drive her fist into Sanemi’s jaw. He easily sidestepped the blow, and slammed his open palm between her shoulder blades with enough force she crumpled with a pained huff. 

“Alright, kiddo.” Sanemi sat down on her back, using his body weight to keep her in place despite her angry squirming. “I just gotta few questions, alright? I don’t hurt kids, and Tamayo would be pissed if I hurt them anyway. So answer me, and we can all get on with our own bullshit, m’kay?” 

Inosuke snarled and twisted to claw at Sanemi’s thigh. 

He rolled his eyes, and thumped the back of her head. “This isn’t a fight you’re gonna fucking win. Can’t you tell what I am? Or are you just fucking stupid?” 

“‘Course I know what you are!” Inosuke shouted, and fuck, did she always yell? “Demon! You’re a demon!” 

“Sure am.” Sanemi grabbed a handful of her matted hair. “I’m a Kizuki.” 

“The fuck’s that bullshit mean!?” 

Great. She didn't even know that much. “It means I’m a powerful demon. The third most powerful demon.” He bared his fangs, and let his smothering, demonic presence wash over the girl. He smothered it more often than not, even out in the wilderness like this, but if she was going to be difficult, he’d show her, exactly, who the fuck she was dealing with. 

Inosuke went still, her body going limp as she twisted her neck to stare at Sanemi with wide eyes. 

He leaned down, and snapped his jaws. 

Inosuke’s nose scrunched up in indignation, but she couldn’t completely disguise the fear in her eyes. 

“Right.” Sanemi sat up straight, and stretched his arms above his head. “Just so we’re aware of what’s going on. Now, spill it, kiddo. The fuck is going on? Where’d you get that sword?” 

“Some bastard in weird black clothes,” she said, voice sullen. “Killed him and took his sword.” 

“You… killed a demon slayer?” Sanemi said, unable to keep the shock out of his voice. 

“I’ve killed a lot of ‘em!” Inosuke declared, her previous bravado returning. “They’re in my territory, and Mama said not to trust anyone in uniforms like that!” 

“You’re the thing killing all these demon slayers?” 

“Yeah! ‘Cause I’m just that damn good!” she said with a grin. 

Sanemi’s frown deepened. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe the kid. (After all, he’d been killing slayers himself at a similar age. It’d been hard, but he managed it). But… 

“Where is your mom?” he asked, though considering the sorry state of her ‘clothes’ and the fact that she was alone on a mountain, he thought he already knew the answer. 

“Dead,” she said, like it was no big deal. “But she still told me.” 

Right. So she was crazy. That was fine. Sanemi had already come to that conclusion anyway. But that didn’t mean that he could leave her out on this mountain killing slayers in good conscience. Eventually, the Corps would send those of higher rank, or more than she could handle at a time, and she’d get herself killed. 

And fuck, as heartless as he was, Sanemi couldn’t handle any more dead kids on his conscience. Definitely not dead kids because of slayers. 

“They’re gonna send more of them and then you’re gonna get your stupid-ass killed,” Sanemi said. “Stop killing them. Hell, leave this mountain.” 

“Nuh uh!” Inosuke vehemently shook her head. “I’ve lived on this mountain my whole life! It’s my territory! They can leave!” 

“Kid—” 

“Fuck you! I’m not leaving!” 

“Kid—” 

“Mama brought me here! She said this would be a good place for me! I’m not leaving!” she shrieked. “I’m not! I’ll kill all the stupid—Whatever they were! Demon slayers! I’ll kill them all!” 

Sanemi groaned and pressed his hands to his face. Was this what he had sounded like as a teenager just after his family had died? Shit, probably. 

“I’m not leaving my mountain!” she continued. “She said to stay here! She said it was safe from them! She said to never let them get me!” 

Sanemi grimaced. Had her mother been killed by slayers? That seemed the most likely scenario. “They kill her? Your mom?” 

“I don’t—I dunno…” Inosuke admitted as her head thumped against the ground. “It was forever ago. But sometimes I hear her voice! And she tells me things!” 

Not just crazy. Fucking insane. 

But she certainly believed her dead mom was telling her shit about demon slayers and dropped her off on this mountain. 

None of that changed that she needed to get the fuck out of here or she was going to get herself killed. 

“Alright.” Sanemi reached his hand down, preparing to grab her and just have Yushiro send them somewhere far away from this mountain and she could figure her own shit out after that (after all, if she’d really been living out here her whole life, survival clearly wasn’t a problem) when she sank her teeth into his hand. 

“Hey, hey, hey!” He ripped his hand out of her teeth, leaving blood smeared on her lips. “Shit! Fuck! Do not swallow that! Spit it out! Spit it out!” 

Inosuke made a grand show of swallowing the blood in her mouth, throwing her head back and gulping it down. Then she cackled, “Fuck you! Don’t tell me what to do!” 

Sanemi’s mouth dropped open. 

Tamayo was going to kill him. 

He considered punching Inosuke hard enough in the stomach that she vomited, but did that matter? Demon blood took effect immediately, didn’t it? Fuck, he really should have paid more attention to Shinobu’s annoying-ass rambling! 

He scrambled off of Inosuke, and pulled her to her feet— 

She convulsed, crying out as she practically collapsed into Sanemi’s chest. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! 

“Hey, hey! Kiddo!” Sanemi jostled her as she clung onto him, nails sinking into his skin as she fought for something to hold onto. 

He knew this was painful. His own transformation hadn’t been that long ago, and he’d been braced for it, and guided through it by Tamayo. What the fuck was he supposed to do!? This was a kid who accidentally drank his blood! Not anyone prepared for this!

“Don’t touch me!” she growled, as if she wasn't the one clinging onto Sanemi. “It hurts!” 

“Fuck, Yushiro!” Sanemi shouted. “Get me home! Now!” 

---

Tamayo stared down at the writhing, convulsing child, crying out in pain as her body twisted and remolded itself. As she went through something no child should ever go through. 

“Sanemi…” she began, unable to keep the disappointment out of her voice. 

“I didn’t mean to!” Sanemi began as he held his hands out. It was strange. Tamayo did not think she’d ever seen Sanemi sorry for anything before, seen him worried and upset and fearing being reprimanded. “She fucking bit me! And I—I—” 

“You should have been more careful,” Tamayo said gently. “But, there’s nothing that can be done about this now. You turned her, so she is your responsibility.” 

“What!?” Sanemi demanded, the usual anger creeping back to his expression. “But I—I don’t know dick about this! Give her to Kyojuro! He likes this kinda shit!” 

Tamayo narrowed her eyes. “This isn’t a request, Sanemi. You made a mistake, therefore, you deal with it. You’re not pawning her off onto Kyojuro.” 

“But I’ve already got enough shit to deal with with the wedding coming up!” he argued. “You can’t—You can’t saddle me with a fuckin’ kid!” 

“I can, and I will,” Tamayo said, letting a growl creep into her words. She didn’t like using her power over her Kizuki, not in this way, but sometimes it became necessary. “You made a mistake. Now you will deal with it. Don’t let her go through this alone. Help her, and then make sure you feed her properly.” 

Sanemi turned to stare at Inosuke’s twitching body with wide eyes, and twinges of his fear and uncertainty filtered through their blood link. 

“She’s about the same age as your little brother would be, isn’t she?” Tamayo asked as she laid a calming hand on Sanemi’s shoulder. 

Wordlessly, he nodded. 

“Help her,” Tamayo insisted as she gave him a light nudge. “You know how to do this. You were a big brother for years. You’ll be okay.” 

Sanemi took a deep breath, stepped forward, kneeled down, and took Inosuke’s hand. 

Though she could admit she wasn’t thrilled about this, especially when they had a new demon settling in already with Nezuko’s arrival, she couldn’t help but smile as Sanemi muttered awkward and stilted encouragement. 

Maybe this would be good for him. 

At the least, it would distract from his stress about the wedding. 

---

“Oh, he’s so cute!” Mitsuri squealed as she tossed Inosuke another hunk of flesh, that he tore into with just as much fervor as the other meat he’d been fed. “Once we get him cleaned up, he’ll be absolutely adorable! Oh! Oh my gods! Maybe he’ll grow his hair out and we can have matching braids!” 

“I thought… he was a girl,” Sanemi said. “She—He—They? I don’t fuckin’ know, whatever, had… you know, lady tits when we met.” 

“Well he doesn’t right now,” Mitsuri said as she passed over another strip of muscle, which Inosuke hungrily tore from her fingers, his newfound fangs shearing through it with ease. “And Inosuke does seem a bit more like a boy’s name.” 

“Kinda still has a girl’s face though,” Sanemi said. “That didn’t change.” 

Mitsuri shrugged. “Sometimes demons just switch that stuff around when they transform. Kanao decided to be a girl when she transformed. And I think Sabito decided to switch some things around. And Tengen switches back and forth all the time! He’s probably like them. We can ask, when he’s less hungry.” 

“I think… he grew up in the woods,” Sanemi said. 

“Oh, well then, I’m going to spoil him,” Mitsuri said as she patted Inosuke’s head, eliciting a pleased purr out of him. 

He really was lovely! She understood why Sanemi was so twitchy about him, given how unprepared he was to take in a new demon when he was still adjusting to this life himself, but she got the feeling Inosuke would be good for him! He’d do well to have a little brother he could take care of and dote on again. 

“I’m going to get him the best clothes,” Mitsuri said as she fed him a kidney, nearly having the tips of her fingers bitten off as she did so. “Maybe some stuff made from furs, like he’s used to! And I’m going to comb the tangles out of his beautiful hair. We can take him hunting with us. Oh! It’ll be just like having a kid!” 

The blood drained from Sanemi’s face. 

“Oh, dear, not like that!” Mitsuri said with a wild wave of her hand. “You know what I meant!” 

Sometimes she wished any of her three partners were interested in children, but she understood why they weren’t. Sure, there were the butterfly triplets, but those were Shinobu’s little sisters, and were largely self-sufficient despite their age. Then again… perhaps it was for the best that none of them wanted kids, considering demons couldn’t exactly have kids and Mitsuri wasn’t quite sure how she would deal with the disappointment of such a thing. 

Watching the Uzuis go through it had been difficult enough… she couldn’t imagine living through that herself… 

But! That did mean she would take every opportunity she could to spoil any children she came across! And sure, while Inosuke was well into his teens, he was Sanemi’s responsibility, and that made him her responsibility as well! Their wedding might still be months away, and they didn’t plan to initiate their mating bond until then as well, but it was all semantics. Sanemi was her husband already in every sense of the word, they just needed the ceremony to make things official. 

So! Inosuke was hers as well! And she would treat him as such! 

“I cannot believe I fucked up this badly…” Sanemi moaned as he held his face in his hands. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with him? He’s a fucking batshit feral kid! Am I supposed to take him with me to go mass murdering?” 

Mitsuri tilted her head. “Why can’t you?” 

“I don’t think you’re supposed to do that kinda shit with kids. I mean, I know my bonding time with Mom was a lot of serial killing, but look how I turned out. Not fucking great,” he said, before waving vaguely in Inosuke’s direction. “I’m gonna fuck him up!” 

Mitsuri held her index finger to her chin. “You know… He was already killing slayers, and like you said, grew up on a mountain. I don’t think there’s really anything for you to ruin. This is probably a good place for you to start! Isn’t it, Inosuke?” She leaned down to trail her fingers through the fur crawling down his spine. “You would probably enjoy hunts!” 

Inosuke’s head jerked up, the hazy hunger in his eyes finally beginning to fade. 

Mitsuri nudged a severed leg towards him, and stood up to press against Sanemi and lace their fingers together. “Dear… I know you’re stressed, but it will be okay. If he really was living all alone on a mountain, honestly, you probably helped him out in the long run. He can have a family here. With us. And he can meet Sen, and Mui, and Shinobu’s sisters, and that new Nezuko girl! So he can have friends his age, too! And I’ll always be here to help out with him. Obanai and Shinobu will, too. And if we really are just having a hard time helping him adjust, we can ask Kyojuro and Tamayo for help. You’re not alone in this.” She stood on her tiptoes to press a sweet kiss to his cheek. 

Slowly, the tension began to bleed out of Sanemi’s body. 

And well, if Mitsuri used her Blood Demon Art on him to help him calm down, who was going to point that out? 

---

“You know, I thought you were gonna fight me a lot more on this shit,” Sanemi said as he marched down the halls of the Infinity Palace, with Inosuke hot on his heels. “You don’t wanna go back to your mountain?”

Inosuke cackled and shoved his shoulder into Sanemi’s, like they’d known each other for years, like Sanemi hadn’t just accidentally turned him into a demon. 

Like Genya used to do when they walked together. 

“Mama says you’re good, so I’m gonna listen to her,” Inosuke said. “She’s never said someone’s good before.” 

Sanemi squeezed his eyes shut. He still didn’t know what the fuck to do about the voices Inosuke supposedly heard. Would it be better to point out they weren’t real? Should he go along with it? How the fuck should he know? 

But considering the voice of Inosuke’s dead mother supposedly liked Sanemi was making this easier for everyone, he should just go along with it, at least for now. 

Maybe he could ask Tamayo about it later. 

“And I like that Mimiko lady!” 

“Mitsuri,” Sanemi grumbled. “Her fucking name is Mitsuri.” 

“Tinsumi!” 

“How the fuck did you get further away fro—You know what, never fucking mind.” One battle at a time. Inosuke’s complete inability to remember anyone’s name wasn’t a priority, and as far as how fucked up demons could get mentally, Sanemi supposed he should take this weird version of memory loss with little complaints. 

“Don’t worry, Sanemi!” Inosuke said as he slapped him on the back with enough force Sanemi’s spine cracked, and it seemed teaching him to reign in the demonic strength was first on the docket. “I’ll take care of ya!” 

“Take care of me?” he demanded. “This is the other way around!” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Inosuke said as he crossed his arms and turned his nose up. “I always take care of my underlings!” 

“You are literally under me in the goddamn hierarchy!” 

“No I’m not!” 

“Yes you are!” Sanemi hooked his arm around Inosuke’s shoulders and yanked him close, ruffling his hair as he did so, thinking very little about the old actions that came so easily to him. “You stubborn little brat!” 

“I’m not a brat!” Inosuke grabbed a fistful of Sanemi’s hair and yanked.  

Sanemi snorted with laughter and shoved him away. “Whatever you say, kid. I’ll kick your ass.” 

“You can try!” 

“I already did!” 

“We didn’t finish! I woulda won!” 

“What-fucking-ever!”

#kimetsu no yaiba #inosuke hashibira #sanemi shinazugawa #mitsuri kanroji #aoi kanzaki #au: everyone bleeds red #my fics #kaz rambles

[rengokuswif3]

Here’s another Inosuke! Just very in love with the boar boy, and his hair and facial features are just a lot of fun to draw!

#inosuke hashibira #demon slayer art #demon slayer

[iceimportsct]

5 Things You Didn’t Know About Demon Slayer Inosuke’s Swords

Inosuke Hashibira is one of the most popular characters in Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba, whose fans love him for his perky outlook and upbeat demeanor. He makes hunting demons fun - almost a game - and uses quirky techniques and weapons.

Speaking of which, did you know these five facts about Demon Slayer Inosuke’s swords and other Nichirin weapons?

1. Inosuke Hashibira intentionally uses chipped blades. Of course, you noticed that Inosuke carries two Nichirin katanas - but does anything stand out about them?

The blades are chipped!

This is no accident. Inosuke intentionally wields these chipped blades for a very specific reason.

He wants his demon prey to feel the pain of a thousand blades.

Inosuke tells Tanjiro that it makes the demon that was sliced “experience the feeling of being sliced by a thousand blades!”

Of course, the cool factor is no doubt a hit here, too.

2. Nichirin Swords are forged from special Iron Sands and Ores. Nichirin swords, like Inosuke’s dual katanas, are made from special Iron Sands and Ores - specifically, Scarlet Crimson Iron Sands and Scarlet Ores, mined high in the mounds. Choice sands and ores come from the Sunlight Mountain, which is soaked in sunlight all year round.

3. Nichirin Swords have a unique power that gives them a special edge (no pun intended) over demons. Because the Iron Sands and Ores that are used to produce Nichirin blades are bathed in sunlight year-round, this gives them special powers.

Because of this unique property, Nichirin blades are remarkably effective at dispatching demons, converting them into ash.

4. The skill of the bearer can change the color of the sword. Bearers that have attained a certain level of skill can change the color of their blades when drawing them. For this reason, they are sometimes referred to as “Color Changing Katanas.”

Demon Slayer Inosuke’s swords are indigo-gray.

5. Demon Slayer Inosuke’s Swords do not have a “proper” hilt. Classic katanas have a Tsuba, or guard. Not only do Inosuke’s blades lack a Tsuba, they are also without a proper hilt.

Instead, Inosuke has wrapped the tangs (Nakago, in Japanese) of his dual katanas with bandages that improve his grip.

Bonus fun fact: The same steels used to produce Nichirin swords are also used to produce bullets! The steels that produce Nichirin blades are perfect for demon slaying because of their unique attributes.

Characters like Genya Shinazugawa took advantage of this in other creative, unique ways.

Shinaguzawa carries a double-barreled shotgun loaded with Nichirin bullets - the ideal ordnance for demons.

Don’t Settle for an Imitation Demon Slayer Inosuke Sword!

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[ryntrinity]

My boii! My babay boi is soo cute! I went a bit too far again and ended up practically rendering the whole thing XD it was very fun, but I can't keep doing it! I ended up spending waaay too much time with this one @w@ I need to focus on finished-not-perfect!

I confounded scrape with scorched, so I made both XD

#fanart | #inosukehashibira #demonslayer #inosukefanart #inktoberday18 #scrape #inktoberscrape #inosuke #digitalpainting #Illustration #digitalillustration #digitalinktober #Characterillustration

#inktober @inktober #Inktober2022 #blackandwhite #inking #inkwork #doodle #Digitalart #Digitalinking #Digitalsketch #sketch #digitaldrawing #drawing

@inkbr.oficial @dezaina_oficial @beclotwear e @bizarraloja #desenho #instaart #inkbr #inkbr2022 #inktoberbrasil

#Instagram

[bl00dalchemist]

Man goes out like a match

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny fanart #demon slayer fanart #fanart #doodles #agatsuma zenitsu #kamado tanjiro #hashibira inosuke #rengoku kyojuro #hello kny fandom i bring u kyojuro content #tomorrow? #who knows #i love kyojuro sm no i wont elaborate #drawing inosuke is very fun

[subparticlesupercollider]

making demon slayer art for 1 (ONE) audience member and its my friend/roommate

#drawing inosuke is still very fun #and this came to me in a vision and i have no doubt someone has made this joke before but i do it for my friend #art #my art #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #inosuke #tanjiro

[rubia-peregrinart]

from June 2020, never uploaded here (meant to do more, then forgot to)

please accept it while i work on other things ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #inozen #they were very fun to draw #i'm sure anyone from kny is. good designs all of them #but gloomy day out of nowhere so here's Them. can't even enjoy a break properly #rubiart #zenitsu agatsuma #inosuke hashibira

[rymheg]

The Boar Prince

Ko-fi commissions are still open! You can check out my post here !

This is a commissioned piece! Please do not use or edit without my permission.

#fire emblem three houses #Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd #fe3h #timeskip #kofi comms #heHEHHEHEHH #FERAL BOAR? #SOUNDS VERY FAMILIAR #bloody dimitri activated the h*rny in me #i got carried away with this commission ghashfjas #drawing dimitri is so fun lol #dim..............inosuke #what if kny au #haha jk #.........unless? #please no reposty/edit without permission #commission #meesa art

[kreiitsuuuu]

💮 KNY CHARACTERS WITH A GN!READER THAT DRAWS [PART 1]

➡ [PART 2]

ft. Tanjiro, Inosuke, Zenitsu, Genya, Kanao

☆ warnings: slight swearing

Tanjiro Kamado

Tanjiro, at first, thought it was so amazing that even you, a swordsman that hunts demons for a living, can have a peaceful hobby to do in your free time.

But this one time.. oh boy.

He absolutely loses his marbles when he saw you drawing him on your sketchbook.

You haven't even spoke a word yet, but he's already a bashful and stuttering mess! Tanjiro never had someone illustrate him, until you magically showed up in his life.

" T-THAT'S ME! WOAH! You draw so well, Y/n! "

He'd try.. keyword: try to draw you back somehow but his skills are limited. You don't mind though, it's the thought that matters and you absolutely love him for even trying in the first place!

Will watch you draw quietly, dropping compliments here and there while he enjoys the silence you two provide eachother. And will probably sneak in pecks of kisses on your cheek because he really does appreciate your work.

Tanjiro honestly loves and cherishes everything you do for him. And, if you let him keep the little drawing you made of him — oh you bet he's keeping it safe, and will frame it if he gets the chance!

Inosuke Hashira

WHAT??????

Man is literally losing his absolute shit, how did you do that? Fucking wizard bitch

Will try to challenge you and say he's the better artist. But will fail eventually.

Doesn't admit defeat but he definitely does finds your hobby very interesting!

LISTEN,,, OKAY?

If you tried to draw him, his ego would fucking skyrocket into the sky, and he'd jump all around the place — very happy about it!

I mean why wouldn't you draw him?! He's so pretty! Pretty boy <3

He would have like comical stars all around him, watching you make figures with only strokes of a pencil. His head resting on your shoulder as you took hold of your sketchbook.

" Does it look good, Inosuke? "

" Hell yeah it does! "

Oh, you don't need to give the drawing to him. He already took it beforehand hand! Will he give it back? Nope! But he will keep it safe, and that's a promise!

Zenitsu Agatsuma

AGAIN LISTEN,,

This boy had already fell for you because of your complex swordsmanship skills, now he has you being a complete artist now?!

Would compliment you every moment he can, and ask you little questions like when did you start drawing or is it fun to draw :]

But one day, as you sat on his bed at the Butterfly Estate — and just started sketching him out, he'd cry.

HAPPY TEARS! Very happy actually!

You???? His absolute sunshine in the rain???? The light in his life??????? Draw someone like him????? Please just accept his marriage proposal at this point.

Will sit beside you, being all interested and amazed by every pencil stroke you make.

He would have this dork ass smile across his face as you compliment on how he looks so handsome.

" Y/n-san.. C-Can I keep that? "

" Oh? Why of course, Zenitsu! This was made for you afterall! "

Immediately cries again after you'd just comforted him and his sobs earlier. Embraces you into a tight, warm hug while hot tears evidently falls on his face <3

He just loves you so much!

OH and you bet this boy got some surprises up on his sleeve and drew you too! (Heavily using your art as references) But it made you cherish his work even more!

Genya Shinazugawa

He didn't even know how you became his awesome significant other

Would love any hobby you'd have to be honest, he loves you either way :]

Wil be shy to ask you about it though </3

Thinks it's really cool! Appreciates every illustration that you make

He secretly loves the small and quick doodles you make, thinks they're real goofy looking and captures your personality well!

ABSOLUTELY MELTS WHEN YOU DECIDE TO DRAW HIM <33

Genya would have this little spark of confidence that ignited inside of him to ask you if he could keep it.

Of course you said yes!

HAS THE MOST GENTLE SMILE ON HIS FACE SJFSJJFFHJSJFNE

" ..Thank you for drawing me.. I promise to— to keep it safe..! "

You embrace him in your arms as you pecked his forehead and he just melts again, face red like a tomato.

He did, and had attempted to return the favor by doodling you back — though he kept it to himself because he was too bashful to show you it </3

Kanao Tsuyuri

Kanao has appreciated you since the start, and still will!

Is very amazed by how gentle you are with the pencil strokes yet is complex and dangerous in the battlefield. How your hand hovers delicately upon the piece of paper, and yet how rough and reckless you grasp your weapon and slash it with great strength.

She definitely asks if she could try, and you let her draw too!

Butterflies and flowers are all she could manage to draw for now, but it doesn't stop you from loving her and her work deeply.

Will make a “ ⊙.☉ ” face when she noticed you sketching her.

Would definitely ask if she needed to stay still, but you reassure her that it's alright to just act natural :]

Loves your work so much!

Hesitatingly asks if she could keep the piece. Wouldn't mind if you don't let her keep it!

NONSENSE! of course you'd let her keep it!

Will be very happy about it and gives you a gentle smile and a cheek kiss while your hands and hers intertwine together :]

" Thank you so much, Y/n. "

💮 MASTERLIST [#1] | MASTERLIST [#2]

#tanjiro x reader #tanjiro x y/n #inosuke x reader #inosuke x y/n #zenitsu x reader #zenitsu x y/n #genya x reader #genya x y/n #kanao x reader #kanao x y/n #kny x reader #kny x y/n #kny x you #kny x gn!reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n

[wornoutmouse]

Fun fact: demon slayer starts in 1912 and ends in 1927(or at least that's when the Tashio era ends). Using that math Tanjiro (as long as he kept his health good) would very well be alive today at the ripe age of like 78 if my math is correct since he started as 13 in the series. (My math probably wrong asf)

Power imbalance, power bottom reader, knife play,  blood but not blood play...

He hated you.

Your very being irked him more than anything he'd ever experienced in all his centuries of living. You were clumsy, boisterous, and played that arrogant music all throughout your home while walking around half naked. Well in Muzan's opinion you were half naked, he couldn't even begin to describe his disbelief at the trend of exposing skin. 

It didn't help that you had that insignificant filth running through your veins. At first he was unsure, after all this was a completely different country than Japan, not to mention your darker skin and coiled hair. But no, he could smell and recognise the Kamado blood running through your veins just as strongly as it had run through all your ancestors. 

Completely undiluted. 

At the very beginning when you first moved in, you  came to his home. Knocking aggressively on his front door already getting off to the wrong start. When he opened it, you slipped past him and walked into his living room barely even saying hello as you put poorly decorated sugar cookies on his obsidian coffee table. "This is a nice place you got here Mj." 

Muzan's eyes twitched, that joke had long since gotten old since he moved to America. 

Now that you were closer he could definitely smell, the century old stench of rivaling bloodlust simmered just below your onyx skin. At any moment he expected you to attack him in some way or form. "Anyways I'm here to say hello neighbor, my name is Y/n and I'm your new best friend!"

Your happy attitude also agitated him to no end. Even though the knowledge of demons had dwindled down to only a few select families, even basic humans were wary of him as their baser instincts made them aware of his dangerous origins. This fact had long since forced Muzan to only prey on the elderly to survive. You had stayed a bit longer babbling about some nonsense that Muzan never acknowledged as he watched you from a good distance.

"You know you really got to add more to your wardrobe than 1963 suits." You walked from the back of his home, an area that he didn't even notice you wandered to. Finally getting bored, you open his door bidding your farewells. 

Just before leaving you stop and with a cheeky grin say, "If you ever need anything just come on over. We Kamado's are known for our kindness." 

Since then he'd been on edge around you. The point of relocating was for him to keep a low profile but now it seems he'd have to come face to face with an old nemesis reborn. 

Muzan snapped out of his thoughts with a flinch as he pierced his hand with his nail. He watches the dark blood well up from the wound and drip down his wrist. In the end this world had long since lost its hostility dwindling the average human incapable of basic combat. Giving you were no doubt a great descendant, Muzan failed to see you as a true threat.  

But one can never be too sure

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You heard a knock on your door, soft and hesitant. "I don't think I'm expecting company." You checked your watch and peered out of a nearby window. It was at least 8 at night, you were braless wearing sweats with a red T-Shirt and on your way to bed.  In the back of your mind you visualize your two grand-uncles Inosuke and Zenitsu coming over to make you spectate their fights. For two old dudes they still had enough strength in them to do hip breaking nonsense.

You open the door shocked to see your next door neighbor standing before you. For once he wasn't wearing a suit that cost more than your house. His attire was still expensively dressed but in a more casual sense, that being a black dress shirt and slacks. His sleeves were rolled up displaying his pale skin. "Can I come in?" A dazzling smile you had never seen before practically blinds you as he walks past you into your home.

When Muzan walks in his eyes immediately dart to the clear as day Nichirin Blade sword displayed recklessly on your living room wall above your couch. "You like it?" A hand on his shoulder makes him jump, "Got it from my grandpa, he says it's really special but I feel like he's exaggerating. You know how old people are." Muzan shakes out of his stupor. "I don't quite understand what you mean by that, however I do know that it's much more wise to listen to your elders than ignoring…..It could save your life."

Muzan replicates you and puts a hand on your shoulder gently squeezing. This was it, he'd go in for the kill and it would be over, the amount of blood he'd pump into you would be enough to watch you meet a satisfying end of combustion completely untraceable if the police were to get involved. How he wishes he'd be there when your poor grandfather walks along your remains splattered on every surface in your living room. Unable to do a thing as he's finally in his last stretch of life. 

The beauty.

Muzan's finger only twitches in the slightest before pain sparks from his own neck. "The thought of you coming into my own home unprovoked and at night no less, was the most obvious sign one could ask more." You had his hand gripped so tight your veins popped while your other hand held a small pocket knife that burned  brighter than any Nichirin sword he'd ever encountered. He didn't understand, he was quick enough to kill even the best of the ancient Hiroshima. So how did a little foreign girl like you get the upper hand?

It was embarrassing and almost laughable if any of his pillars were alive to tell the tale.

You press the blade harder before bringing your other hand to caress Muzan's cheek,  "Did you think I'd be just an ignorant descendant of an infamous hero?" You clicked your teeth disappointingly. "How naive, you've really become lazy after all these millennia huh?" You walk forward, pushing Muzan back with seductive strength. He allows you to push him into your couch,  I say allow because at any time he could have stopped you.  

Muzan is most definitely not holding me at gunpoint right now. 

The knife never wavers even as you climb into Muzan's lap, pressing it even closer against his jugular. "You do know getting beheaded will not kill me, and I doubt this petty little kitchen knife will get the job done in the first place." Your lips draw into a smirk and you press the knife closer as you trail it down his chest, "That may be true but it's gonna take one hell of a time for you to grow back." Your hand jerks down, popping his shirt buttons open.

Muzan watches with interest, your eyes light up as more skin becomes exposed. The tones of your dark skin contrast strikingly as you caress his pectoral with the tips of your fingers. "For a 1,000 year old grandpa you look decent." Still threatening his life with your blade, you kiss him. It's deep and carnal. Your lustful desires being made known as you grind in his lap. The flesh of your ass snuggly hotdogs the forming outline of his cock. "I've always wanted to be with a demon. You've had to of become a real freak after living this long!"

When you pull away Muzan's thin lips are pink and a bit swollen. He is out of breath despite needing none, "You have a lot of nerve for a mere human." With your free hand you loosen the belt of his slacks, only standing to pull them off, pleased when Muzan voluntarily raises his hips to aid you. 

Don't get him wrong, he was still planning on killing you and ending your wretched bloodline once and for all, he just needed his mind to clear itself. Your scent, your confidence, strung him along like a puppet. His hands grip onto your ass cheeks like a lifeline. Molding them between his fingers, even giving them a shake through your sweats. His nails elongate and puncture the thick fabric as if it was nothing more than a spider web. 

Your sweats are tugged off completely leaving your lower half nude. Muzan moves his hands to hold your ass again but your blade politely makes itself known. You are out of breath and clearly flustered. "Watch yourself, demon, I'm the one calling the shots, don't forget that." Muzan bites his tongue with sharp glare. He raises his hands in surrender, "Of course." 

Muzan can feel your wetness against his leg and it's driving him insane. "Hey…" red eyes refocus on yours, "You ain't got any diseases do you? And you can't get me pregnant right?" Muzan smirks hands enclosing around your ass despite your protest. "I can, however it will cost a lot more than doing it once." The odds didn't seem in your favor but you were in no position to stand down and grab a condom and Muzan knew it.

You curve the blade towards his chin, "If you are lying and give me some ancient unknown disease or I find out you have superman sperm, I will kill you." Muzan links his lips, "Wasn't that the plan from the beginning or have you had a moment of level headedness?" Your wrist is quick and precise, cutting a thin slash along his jawline., not enough to scar and it barely even bled, but the threat was clear.

You grab Muzan's dick and use your thumb to attack the underside with fast strokes. Said man doesn't react outwardly, the only sign being his eyelids lowering by a fraction. "Were you always this well endowed or did you adjust this part too?" Muzan was not amused by your insinuation. Deciding to once again display the true power imbalance this situation had, he loops his arms underneath your large thighs and lifts you just enough to thrust his cock against your hole. 

From there he let's go, making you plop down on his length, making you yelp and allowing him to lean back with a relaxed sigh. You were so warm and tight. Now even though I explained what had happened with great detail,  keep in mind that in reality it all happened within a fraction of a second. 

Your large and in charge persona was cracking.  You gripped Muzan's sides tightly as your pussy spasmed around his girth. "F-Fuck it's too….." you trail off not wanting to give Muzan the credit he was truly due. 

It takes a few moments for you to get your bearings all the while Muzan and his dangerous jaw swayed in the crevice of your neck. A viper playing with its prey. The blade is back against his neck once again making his cock twitch. If he were human this would be a dangerous feat.  Your grip never slacked nor lessened against his neck, slicing into a growing wound that dropped dark blood down his chest and to his abdomen. 

His dick stretched your pussy and made it weap on each downstroke. Muzan's hands grip onto the cheeks of your ass with gritted teeth.  Your insides gripped him ever so slightly.  Sucking him back in as if he belonged there.  He felt used and it felt good.  His black ringlets stuck to his face from sweat and his red eyes grew in intensity. 

He couldn't see much of your body, hell he could barely even touch. In the back of his mind humorous thoughts such as how he knew Tanjiro would lose his sanity if he knew his granddaughter was being bedded by the man he despised. But the more you bounced, the more you squeezed, the deeper you cut into his neck proved that you were truly the one in charge. 

"Oh God you're so deep!" Your deep almond eyes shut themselves with pleasure. Muzan could feel your legs shaking with exertion at the same rhythm your pussy twitched. His balls felt tight after having no action in over a dozen years. "F-Faster." He has no care for your blade, only wanting to cum and feel the sweet ecstasy he knew your creamed pussy would provide. "Come on human, go faster." Muzan locks lips with you, gaze hardened and intent on proving some sort of point.

Tossing the knife you wrap your arms around his neck pulling his head closer. Red eyes target brown ones as his hands take a stronger grip on your ass. He uses his strength to bounce you. The sound of his balls slapping against the curve of your ass is just as disgusting as it is sexy. Your nipples rub against his through your tank-top making you both moan. The feeling blood stains your shirt making you shiver from the cool wetness

The couch you rest on bangs against the wall behind you the faster you both go. Muzan's feet are planted firmly in the ground, his fangs further elongated. He looks feral and it is in this moment where you get a glimpse of the horror many people felt when he took their lives. "Focus little Kamado, you wouldn't want to disappoint me now would you?" 

Muzan's hips meet yours, spreading the tempo. Your juices coat his lap before finally you tense up completely into a cramp inducing stance as Muzan impaled you on his cock one last time. "Ahh.." Muzan empties himself within you with a relieved sigh. 

Maybe the Kamado bloodline could go on.

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