Hug Time! Pillars Edition

hi rice! can u do a "i love everything you hate about yourself" w baby sanemi🥺❤ i love u!

I also love you 💕

so pls enjoy this wholsome moment with your mans

WARNINGS

↳ some nudity, bodyworship, soft moments

Sanemi’s tongue gently carressed the inside of his lovers mouth, while his hands trailed up and down her body. His lingering touches making her skin feel hot, yet chills ran up and down her spine from his wandering fingers.

The way he traced her body with his hands almost made it seem like he was mapping oit her body -making an effort to explore every inch of it.

Engraving very whimper, moan, and shiver into his mind, making sure to memorize the sensitive parts of her body.

“W-wait,” she breathed in between kisses, gently pushing the male off of her.

Sanemi reluctantly pulled away from his lovers lips, sitting himself up so that he was straddling the girl.

Extending her arm over to the side of their bed, she tugged at the small metal wire that powered the only source of light in their room, switching the appliance off.

“Why’d you do that?” Sanemi asked, the tone of his voice almost making him sound like a cute child -as if he was whining, “Now I can’t you at all.”

“Does it matter?” she replied, her arm reaching out to stop him from tugging onto the metal cord, making Sanemi frown. “I just think... it’s more romantic in the dark, that’s all.” she added on, but Sanemi wasn’t buying it.

Gently taking ahold of her hand that was wrapped tightly around his wrist, he nuzzled his cheek into the palm of her hand before reconnecting their lips.

All of her anxieties and fears being washed away just from a simple kiss, from his peach colored lips. You wouldn’t want to see me. She thought to herself. I’m not as thin as the other girls and I have stretch marks on some parts of my body.

One by one, Sanemi began to strip her of her clothes, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as the sounds she made grew louder and louder.

Her soft mewls of delight were cut off with a horrified gasp along with the soft click of the lamp, indicating that the lights were just turned on.

Her cheeks were flushed in half embarrassment and half frustration.

“Why did you do that?” her tone was sharp as she spoke, the harshness of her voice surprised Sanemi himself, his eyes slightly widening from shock, but soon dilating back to their normal size as he fixes his compsure.

Sanemi answers her question with his own, “Why don’t you want me to see you?”

Whatever anger she felt inside completely disappeared at the sound of his voice, the tone he spoke in making it sound like he was in so much pain.

Taking in a deep breath, she opens her mouth to respond, but closes it right away as her words fail her; and instead turns her head to the side to avoid his curious eyes.

“Why don’t you want me to see you?” he asks again, gently taking her chin in between his thumb and forefinger, turning her head so that she was facing him.

The small rush of incoherent words was probably too fast and soft for anyone to hear, yet Sanemi had understood all of it.

“I don’t care if you’re not as skinny as the other girls,” he proclaims, carefully pulling her arms apart to reveal her naked body, “I love you because you understand me like nobody else. Because you love me like nobody else can.”

Their was a gentle smile on Sanemi’s lips as he wiped away the tears that had formed in the girl’s eyes, the sincerity of his words making her eyes well up in tears. “And I love everything about you, from your stretch marks, to your curves and even all those stupid puns you make.”

His grin broadened at the soft sounds of her laughter from his last remark. “No one is more prettier than you, funnier than you, and as kind as you in my eyes. I love everything you hate about yourself, and soon, i’ll teach you how to love those too.”

Anime/Manga: Kimetsu no Yaiba Pairing: Genya/fem!Reader Additional tags: violence and blood;  a   n    g     s      t A/N: my brain: There’s not enough Genya content so go make some– A/N 2: me to myself: Why would you hurt Genya like this, heartless monster?

Summary:

You trust him, you really do. The only person you never trust is yourself. Maybe that’s why his eyes are painted with grief and self-blame.

     The demon screeches horribly as your [color] blade detaches one of its arms with a clean slice. You nimbly dodge the counterattack it launches against you, jumping out of harm’s way until you find yourself landing beside Genya. He is quick to fire off two shots at the demon, taking out both of its legs in an instant. Your fellow Demon Slayer is quick to follow-through with a swing of his own nichirin blade, taking the demon’s head and ending one fight before the two of you can proceed to the next.

     The second demon makes itself known mere seconds after the first one disintegrates into ashes, and you and Genya are back to fighting for your lives before either of you can check on each other for any injuries.

     You lunge forward, blade at the ready, and you swipe at the demon’s neck. Before the color-changing steel can meet its mark, however, the demon’s body dissolved like a vanishing mirage, leaving you open as you try to stop the downward swing of your sword.

     “[Name]!” You hear Genya shout, and you feel an arm looping around your waist before you are carried off to safety. The sound of gunshot makes your ears ring, and Genya has already set you on your feet before you can react.

     “Are you okay?” he asks you, lavender eyes shining with worry as he risks a glance at you. The demon is cackling somewhere up in the trees, boasting of its Blood Demon Art. You find yourself losing the interest to care for a bit, your focus fixed on stopping the telltale blush from spreading on your cheeks at your companion’s display of speed and strength.

      It’s never your intention to fall for Genya, really. But when this cruel world spares you some of its kindness by crossing your paths with the kindest boy you’ve ever known, how can you deny your own heart of its desires?

      After this one, you remind yourself, I’ll tell him. He deserves to know – he deserves to be loved. 

     Genya signals for you to attack, and you follow your heart with a fearsome cry as the demon unleashes an attack of its own. You use the second form of your Breath Style to parry, successfully taking one of the demon’s arms but not enough to reach its neck. You are blindsided, however, when the demon activates its Blood Demon Art yet again and sends you hurtling through the undergrowth with a pained cry.

     You can hear Genya shout your name before rushing off to pick up where you left off. Something gets tossed where you lay, and dread fills your stomach when you see that it’s Genya’s gun.

     You will yourself to stand despite the pain lancing down your chest. You may have bruised or broken some of your ribs, but you’d be damned if you let anything bad happen to Genya.

     You breathe in, sending oxygen to your limbs, and leap into the air while unleashing the fourth form of your Breath Style. The demon dodges, and you stagger on your feet when you land, leaving you open again.

     “[Name]!” Genya yells at you, a determined look on his handsome face. “Please trust me!”

     The sudden exclamation confuses you, and he is already standing in front of you – ready to shield you with his body – before you can even ask him why.

    You trust Genya. Even with your life. You have told him this before, half-jokingly but he knows that you mean it. So why is he–

     The kindest, most human boy you’ve ever have the pleasure of meeting is ready to get hurt – to die for you – just to shield you from the pain your common enemy is about to inflict on you.

     No.

     Time slows as you watch the demon grin maliciously, solidifying only its arm as gravity brings it ever closer to you and Genya.

     You don’t know what Genya is planning, what goes in his mind as he stands in front of you, arms spread to shield as much of you as he can.

     You trust Genya. Even with your life. But if there is someone whom you never fully trust, it’s yourself.

      You are not and will never be prepared to see the person you love the most getting skewered by a demon’s razor-sharp claws. You’ll never be prepared to see him bleed for you. You trust Genya, yes, but you don’t trust yourself – how you’d react and how you’d feel if he ever gets hurt. You know full well what your job as Demon Slayers entailed, but it’s as if you’d known that you’ll fall for your colleague.

     Time bounces back to its normal tempo as you knock Genya to the side with your full strength. Red splashes on your vision as the demon swings its arm like a blade, your sword clattering on the ground along with something wet – covered with the sleeve of a haori and the Demon Slayer Corps’ uniform.

     “[Name]!”

     Genya’s anguished roar is the last thing you hear before your world turns black.

–

     You wake up to the sound of rustling curtains and clinking bottles.

     On your bedside stands the Insect Hashira, Kocho Shinobu, and one of the little girls from the Butterfly Estate – Sumi. The latter is the first to notice you, and she lets out a surprised gasp upon seeing you staring at the ceiling, still sporting a dazed look from the painkillers they must have administered intravenously in your body.

     “Kocho-sama! [Name]-san’s awake!” Sumi exclaims, wringing her hands as the master of the estate turns to look at you with a critical gaze.

     “My, my, indeed she is, Sumi-chan,” Shinobu says, the ever-present smile on her face dimming a little when you notice her glance at something on your right. “I think you should go and tell Genya-kun, no? He’s been waiting all day to see her.”

     Sumi nods and scrambles out of your room. At the mention of Genya’s name, you fight off the medicine’s effects and tilt your head to look at the Hashira, [color] eyes wide with ill-concealed worry.

     “G-Genya-kun,” you croak weakly through your parched throat. “W-Where…?”

     “Oh, he’s safe and unharmed, if that’s what you’re about to ask,” Shinobu replies as she sets a bottle on the bedside table. “You, on the other hand–”

     Thundering footsteps cut off whatever Shinobu is about to comment, and the door is ripped open by a worried Genya with Sumi right behind him. The way your name falls desperately from his lips makes your heart clench with concern. Why does he sound like that? He’s unharmed, isn’t he? And you’re still alive, so–

     “Genya–” you say, only to cut yourself off when you fall back down unceremoniously on the bed with a wince (you’ve forgotten your ribs, darn), your right arm seemingly failing you when you try to prop yourself up–

     That’s when you noticed it. Why Sumi has been fidgeting when you wake up, and the way Shinobu’s smile loses a little of its brightness when she looks at something on your right earlier.

     Your right arm – from your elbow down, to be precise – is missing. Your sword arm has been reduced to a bandaged stump.

     Memories come back rushing to you. The fight with two demons. Genya attempting to shield you with his body after telling asking you to trust him. Knocking him out of harm’s way because you don’t trust yourself, never trusting yourself and how you’d handle it if you see him get hurt – see him bleed and die – for you. The demon cutting off your arm as you pushed Genya down–

     “I’m so sorry!” Genya cries, and your heart hurt seeing those lavender eyes painted with grief and self-blame. “Y-You shouldn’t have– I’m s-sorry for getting you hurt!”

     You notice the way Shinobu is looking between you and Genya, and anxiety fills your stomach with lead.

     “[Name]-chan, do you know how Genya-kun fights demons?”

     “I-I should’ve told you!” Genya stresses before you can even ask, more to himself than to anyone else in the room. “It’s my fault… I shouldn’t have been a coward and just told you…!”

      He eats demons. He eats demons, and he is granted the ability to heal and regenerate as part of his demonic transformation.

     Despite the revelation, however, you never feel like an idiot for sacrificing your dominant hand in your bid to protect him. The only thing you’re angry at yourself for is the fact that you have failed to give Genya your trust when he pleads you for it.

     You trust him, but you never trust yourself. And instead of you paying the price for your lack of faith in yourself, you have burdened Genya with the weight of your injury and what it entails instead – adding more to what he is already carrying in his heart.

     Saying sorry won’t cut it. Not this time – not with this.

     Ah, I’m horrible.

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inosuke done goofed 😔😔

Not all heroes wear capes. Mine wear haori.

inosuke: just found out my mom wasnt my real mom

zenitsu: you mean your mom the boar?

🦋

if we reincarnate as human beings into a world without demons, then I will definitely tell you… that I love you

TANJIRO KAMADO

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