gyomei

Gyomei approaches cunnilingus like prayer—reverent, methodical, and devastatingly intense. He'll lower himself to his knees before you, massive hands resting on your thighs with surprising gentleness. Despite his blindness, he doesn't need to see; he maps your body through touch and sound, fingers tracing the curve of your hips, thumbs parting your folds with deliberate care.

He holds you down when you try to squirm away from too much sensation, not cruelly, but firmly—grounding you. His fingers slide inside you, two thick digits curling to find your sweet spot while his tongue works your clit in figure-eights. Gyomei doesn't stop until you come undone, and even then, he keeps licking gently through your aftershocks, murmuring prayers of gratitude against your slick thighs.

After, he'll rest his head on your hip, breathing heavily, and whisper, "You are sacred, every part of you."

Obanai

Obanai eats pussy like it's an act of worship—he's kneeling at your altar, and his snake Kaburamon coils nearby, watching with unblinking eyes. Obanai doesn't speak much during sex, but his focus is absolute. He'll position you however he wants—on your back, legs spread, or bent over the edge of a futon—and then he disappears between your thighs.

His tongue is precise, almost clinical at first. He traces the shape of your labia, parts you with his thumbs, studies your body's responses like a map. He finds your clit quickly and circles it with the tip of his tongue, eyes half-lidded, watching your face the entire time. Obanai doesn't blink. He stares at your expressions—every flinch, every bitten lip, every time your eyes roll back—and adjusts his technique accordingly.

He alternates between fast, flicking strokes of his tongue and slow, deliberate suction. He'll take your clit between his lips and suck gently while his tongue presses against it from below, then switch to lapping at it with the flat of his tongue in long, wet drags. His fingers find their way inside you, curling and pressing in a rhythm that matches his mouth.

Obanai gets off on your sounds. He'll moan against your pussy when you gasp his name, the vibration making you clench around his fingers. He doesn't stop until you've come at least twice—he considers it a matter of pride. Afterward, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looks at you with that intense, unreadable gaze, and says nothing. But the way he traces a finger along your inner thigh afterward says everything.

rengoku

Rengoku attacks cunnilingus with the same fiery enthusiasm he brings to everything. He doesn't ease into it—he dives in headfirst, spreading your legs wide and burying his face between them with a loud, appreciative "DELICIOUS!" His voice booms even muffled against your skin.

He's messy. Spit everywhere. Sloppy, wet, enthusiastic licks that cover your entire cunt in a chaotic rhythm. He doesn't worry about technique so much as sheer intensity. His tongue is everywhere—lapping at your clit, dipping into your entrance, sliding along your folds before returning to suck your clit into his mouth with a pop.

Rengoku talks while he eats you out, murmuring encouragement between licks. "You taste incredible! More—let me hear you!" He'll look up at you, eyes gleaming, mouth slick with your arousal, grinning like a man possessed. His hands grip your thighs hard enough to bruise, pulling you closer, practically fucking his face into you.

When you start to come, he redoubles his efforts, moaning against your clit, tongue flicking faster until you're screaming. He doesn't let up until you push his head away, and even then he licks his lips, chuckling. "Taste that? That's happiness!" Rengoku's cunnilingus is exhausting, overwhelming, and absolutely unforgettable.

sanemi

Sanemi approaches eating pussy like it's a battlefield—aggressive, competitive, and determined to win. He'll pin you down, one hand on your hip, the other gripping your thigh hard enough to leave fingerprints. No foreplay, no teasing. He goes straight for your clit, tongue flat and rough, licking in harsh, demanding strokes.

He's not gentle. He bites sometimes—not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make you yelp. He'll drag his teeth along your inner thigh before diving back in, sucking your clit with punishing suction, flicking his tongue against it until you're shaking. Sanemi wants to break you, wants to make you lose control completely.

He growls against you, curses under his breath—"fuck, yeah, just like that"—while his fingers shove inside you, two then three, curling and pumping in a brutal rhythm. He doesn't care if it's too much; he wants to see you overwhelmed, crying, begging.

When you come, he doesn't stop. He keeps licking, keeps sucking, dragging out your orgasm until you're sobbing and trying to crawl away. Then he pulls back, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and smirks. "That's right. Remember who owns this pussy." He's rough, possessive, and leaves you completely wrecked.

giyuu

Giyuu is quiet, almost shy about eating pussy, but devastatingly good once he gets going. He starts hesitantly, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs, breathing warm against your skin before he finally lowers his mouth to you. His first touch is featherlight—just the tip of his tongue tracing your folds, tasting you gently.

But once he hears your first moan, something shifts. Giyuu becomes focused, almost obsessive. He settles into a steady rhythm: long, languid strokes of his tongue from your entrance to your clit, each one deliberate and unhurried. He closes his eyes, losing himself in the taste, in the way your hips rock against his face.

He's methodical. He'll lap at your clit in tight circles until your breathing changes, then suck it gently between his lips while his tongue flicks against it. His fingers slide inside you, slow and deep, curling to find that spot that makes your back arch. Giyuu doesn't talk, but he moans—low, needy sounds that vibrate against your sensitive flesh.

He takes his time. He'll edge you, pulling back when you get too close, only to start again with a different angle or pressure. Giyuu wants to draw out your pleasure until you're begging, until your voice cracks saying his name. When he finally lets you come, he holds you through it, tongue working you softly through the aftershocks.

After, he rests his cheek on your thigh, looking up at you with those sad, intense eyes, and whispers, "Stay." Just that. He stays there, breathing you in, not wanting to leave.

tengen

Tengen is loud, theatrical, and absolutely convinced he's the best at eating pussy—and frankly, he might be right. He'll position you dramatically, propping pillows under your hips, spreading your legs wide, and making a show of it. "Behold! The flamboyant art of cunnilingus!"

He starts with his whole mouth—open-mouthed kisses that cover your entire cunt, tongue sloppy and wet, lapping at you like he's drinking from a fountain. He moans loudly, making sure you hear how much he's enjoying it. "Mmm, exquisite. You taste absolutely divine, my darling."

Tengen switches between techniques like a performer switching instruments: fast flicking of his tongue against your clit, slow deep licks that dip inside you, sucking your clit while his fingers work your g-spot. He uses both hands—one gripping your ass, the other pressed flat against your lower belly, feeling his tongue's effect on you from the outside.

He talks constantly. "Tell me how it feels. Louder. I want the whole estate to hear how good I make you feel." When you come, he hums against your clit, the vibration sending you into another wave. Tengen makes sure you come at least three times before he's satisfied, then sits up, grinning, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"That," he declares, "is what I call a flamboyant finish." He expects applause.

shinobu

Shinobu brings her butterfly aesthetic into cunnilingus—delicate, precise, and lethally effective. She kisses her way down your body slowly, pausing to nip at your ribs, your hips, your inner thighs, before finally settling between your legs. She doesn't dive in immediately; she hovers, breathing warm air against your wet folds until you're squirming.

Her first touch is barely there—just the tip of her tongue, light as a butterfly wing, tracing the outline of your clit. She repeats this, featherlight touches that drive you insane, never giving you the full pressure you crave until you beg for it. Shinobu loves making you beg.

When she finally gives in, she uses her tongue in sharp, precise strokes—quick flicks against your clit, alternating with soft suction. Her fingers glide inside you, slender and cool, moving with surgical accuracy. She finds your g-spot immediately and presses against it while her tongue circles your clit in a steady, maddening rhythm.

She's quiet, but she smiles against your skin when you moan. Shinobu takes pride in unraveling you, in reducing you to a trembling mess under her skilled mouth. She'll edge you repeatedly, pulling away just before you peak, only to start again with a different technique.

When she finally lets you come, it's with a soft laugh, her tongue working you through it until you're oversensitive and twitching. She sits up, wipes her mouth daintily, and says, "There. Much better, isn't it?"

mitsuri

Mitsuri eats pussy like she's starving and you're the only meal that matters. She's loud, enthusiastic, and completely unrestrained. She'll moan against you from the first taste, hips grinding into the futon as she devours you with zero shame.

Her tongue is strong and flexible, lapping at you in broad, hungry strokes. She uses her whole mouth—sucking, licking, kissing, biting softly. She's messy, drool mixing with your arousal, sliding down her chin, but she doesn't care. She's too lost in the taste, in the sounds you make, in the way your thighs squeeze her head.

Mitsuri grips your hips and pulls you closer, practically smothering herself in your pussy. She alternates between fast, frantic licks and slow, deep passes of her tongue that dip inside you. She fingers you while she works, her strong fingers curling perfectly against your g-spot, matching the rhythm of her mouth.

She talks between licks: "You taste so good... I could do this forever... Please, come for me, I need to taste it..." Her voice is desperate, genuine. When you finally come, she moans loudly against your clit, tongue flicking faster, drinking every drop of your release like it's nectar.

Afterward, she collapses on top of you, face still buried between your thighs, mumbling happily, "Can we do that again? Right now?" Mitsuri is insatiable, and she'll happily spend all night proving it.

Know all too well how quickly a seemingly normal day can turn lethal, blood shed through the trees. The screams of fallen around you, desperately clinging to life, and surviving on someone else’s breath.

The Water Pillar is all too familiar with how death circles the slayer occupation, and even more acquainted with desperation than he would ever speak on. He knows of loss, of survival, and the sickening pit that follows in the bleak of your stomach as once favorite meals lose their flavor.

As such, he imagines that it is the same for you.

Giyuu is not fond of your battle tactics; it is not a route he would recommend for others let alone himself. In many ways, it’s akin to swallowing poison over a duration of time. Small slips of demon flesh carefully nibbled on over the course of meals. Tiny snippets added as though toppings to onigiri, cultivating a resistance should the time come when you must devour large quantities, or if luck should ever have it, a higher-level source.

The Water Hashira has a base understanding of the consuming of poisons to achieve one’s gain. He has witnessed Kocho sipping wisteria tea, and nodded quietly when she mocked his innocence. Clearly she must become acquainted with the extract, it is after all what she uses in her blade. She would never tell him her true intentions. There has also been times when Uzui has expressed his own selective taste, but it is still something that Tomioka himself struggles to wrap his mind around.

It is not a circumstance he understands.

But… he does not have to.

The Water Hashira is an accepting individual, willing to see past veils that would often blind the distracted. Sees the small blisters on your flesh as you tremble through side effects. Notices the way you turn from him, wary of him witnessing the small touches of change across your features in battle.

Giyuu is mindful.

Quiet.

He pretends that he does not notice the small touches of markings that litter the highs of your cheeks, or the burst of your sclera. Never admits that the light snuffed from the color or your irises stir anxiety in the lurch of his Adams apple.

No, he’s meticulous. Thoughtful in the way that he faints awareness.

Provides you with time to gather yourself. To soothe the ends of your hair back into place, to wipe the shreds from your lips if only to preserve your own sense of self within his eyes.

But he notices.

The small ways your eyes follow his back as he pretends to survey the surroundings as you right yourself.

Giyuu is traditional in many aspects, and as such, the direct communication approach is not one that he will undertake. Nor will he blatantly point out the path of destruction you have set yourself on.

Rather, it’s the small affectiosn Tomioka takes into his care of you. Never outright approaching the topic, but rather, doing his best to care for you in his own way. Ensures you have your source of survival folded within your pack, hidden from light as you’ve expressed a bit of insecurity at the side glances that shift amongst the corps. Tug a little harder on your knapsack at the hushed whisper of the kakushi.

So, he takes extra care. Goes as far as to sew a hidden pouch within your uniform for ready access if danger should find you unaware.

In the best attempt of socialization, the Water Hashira has been seen haunting the corners of the Master’s estate. A faint figment awash in the waves of the day to day, trying to find his voice amongst the household. Only pulled above water upon the master having noticed that he imagines, the Water Pillar  has concerns.

The small way that the Master smiles at the straight of Giyuu’s back, the tight of his fists as tea is served. Unmoving, unspoken anxiety as clear as the morning sky as Ubuyashiki begins to share what he knows of such an unusual circumstances.

Though Tomioka never says anything in this meeting nor would the Master ever wish to push, he is absoribing all that the Demon Slayers Corps Head can share on the topic. The rarity. Potential dangers, long term damages and effects to the body. Warning signs that has been observed in other members that stumbled upon such means.

Do not think you will skip your appointments with Kocho.

As such, you cannot help but notice that the rumors of a shadow that had haunted the Master’s estate, has now become your own silhouette. Not far behind as his steps fall in line behind you. Echoed across pebbles, pattered through streams. He will follow you through the fire.

He will risk everything to pull you out.

The Insect Hashira

I’m going to level with you. It is exactly because of your demon flesh consumption that Kocho has even begun to associate with you. I mean, respectfully… there have certainly been enough fools who have attempted this quick route to slaying, but so few that survive.

She was intrigued with Genya’s survival, but now…

There are two?

Two living subjects that have undergone the same route of devouring the enemies flesh as a means of surviving. Of cultivating?

No, your meeting was not circumstantial no matter how she may have orchestrated it. It was cold. It was calculating as the fake smile plastered to her face. A mask of her intentions as feigned as the gentle hand that touches the back of your own. An intentional touch that has lit a blush to your face, and to her annoyance… your pulse. The only reason she even brazenly caressed your wrist

Kocho is not one to say it, but her silence on the matter while choosing to observe you reflects the subtle respect she has for your decision. She, too has made questionable choices for the sake of her goals. The effects of wisteria have certainly had their draw backs though nothing quite as evident as your tainted sense of humanity. Though, she certainly respects the dedication.

The beginning of your interactions on one hand, may feel affectionate. Intentional in the way her fingers trace your forms. They lovingly caress bits of flesh. Tease your reactions, and manipulates your will. It may feel that your heart has been swept away, and you may find yourself agreeing to far more than drop by visits than you had originally intended. Shinobu is aware of the coys of your heart, of the small way that these tedious movements claim your imagination of love and charms, whatever she must do to get her observations in. to feed her curiosity, her understanding.

Slowly, its shifting. Her willingness to draw blood, the not in her brow as her finger traces over a prior donation. The small bruise that mars your flesh, deepens the color and how they wander up your arms. Unaware how aggressive she had been in her scientific pursuit.

It’s how her teeth catch on her bottom lip, plastering a smile to her face as her eyes meet the canine of your teeth. Its willingness to subside becoming progressively resistant to time.

The way your cells shift and dance, the slight variation of color in the ends of your hair as dyed as the samples beneath her nails. The grit of her teeth, and the wiggle of her nose.

It’s shifted.

The way her eyes scatter over the results, less starved for details of your metabolic construction, but rather drawn to the blood count, thickness, quality.

The Insect Hashria is now beginning to fret about contamination, and not for her subject sake. The touches of demonic stain on your features, she finds her self nibbling on her nail, realizing at how her negligence has exposed you. Diseases are so often spread through blood.

Long nights poured over samples have wavered. No longer tended to the intruige of your paperwork on her desk, but gently tending to the rag upon your brow. Noticing the small marks that catch the high of your cheeks. Realizing the marks of battle are resilient under your eyelashes as your sleep.

Stifled remarks of your slayers path will not be tolerated. The Insect Hashira is renown for her demanding presence, and is the most likely to lash out with pressed tact that borders into erratic if someone throws a remark at you.

The Flame Hashira

Your existence would be one that would have to fall under review for the Flame Hashira. A pyramid constructed of the teachings of the Corps demands, Rengoku will remain stoic. Unmoving at the sight of you. Whether the sight of your demonic flare before being brought before the Master ever bothered him will not be something you will uncover even should time allow it.

He will not allow himself to be moved.

Only the hand upon the blade at his hip should the Master demand it.

Your existence is allowed through the Master’s mercy, and all that Rengoku will express is that you show him respect and sincerity for his decision. Because ultimately, the Flame Hashira would have accepted his judgement regardless if it demanded blood.

Kyojuro will remained unbothered by your approach in the initial points of meeting. After all, if the Maste has accepted your decision, it is not for the Rengoku estate to question his decisions, but rather to live by them as he does all code of ethics set by the Demon Slayer Corps.

He will also make a point of correcting those that feel otherwise.

The swordsmen lack the tact of his peers and is loud. Unabashed to proclaim his disappointment in the acceptance of their fellow members for the mizunoto who have uttered shameful responses. Will sentence to each one of them to relays.

Who doesn’t bond after some intensive training together?

You know what? He’s joining.

You’ll all feel better after a trek up the mountains and back.

As a partner, Rengoku is optimistic, and a supportive partner. I do not feel that he would be okay with you remaining on this route as he is a fairly steadfast, salt of the earth warrior. Being a slayer is something that Kyojuro has dedicated his very being to, and it did not come through meals not that he’s thinking about the energy he expends.

Whether through your own admission as to how you ended up on this route, or if Rengoku has jumped to some conclusions after talking to Genya, the Flame Hashira has in one way or another, connected that your consuming demon flesh is an attempt to stay on par with the upper tier of slayers, and to fight another day.

He can respect it, and if you were just another slayer amongst the coprs, perhaps, he would remain silent. Mind his own business, after all, all you are trying to do is rid the world of demons. Some are using swords, other sutras, wielding wisteria poison, and even a sister.

I don’t think it would ever be his attention to put you down for relying on this means of strength, but I do think he could unintentionally cause harm to his desire to encourage you, and to push you for the better.

But it’s his affection for you that will light his heart a flame. He is burning with love, and devotion. He will train you; you will feel the careful way his hands wrap around yours, the tenderness in his guidance.

 Rengoku will give you his strength.

The Sound Hashira

As a slayer, Uzui would be more prone to being neutral with small sparks of interest at best. You’ve been updated to a little more than a background character with the small tidbit of consuming flesh.

And Uzui does enjoy a small bit of entertainment, so it’s natural that when given the time, he’ll seek you out to satisfied his own curiosity. How you, as yourself responds is whether or not you remain as a background character to the Sound God, or if he’ll grace you with his presence.

Dazzle him.

Really though, as a partner, Uzui does have a reasonable respect to his partners in autonomy. He’s not one to control his wives, and this will also be extended to you. You are as free as the wind, and allowed to wander to your hearts contents. To this same respect, you’re free to nibble on what you see fit.

The man is after all, a fan of puffer fish.

That being said, I do feel like Uzui will keep an eye on you. Having been trained in poisons and slowly adapted to their effects, he understands the importance of consuming small portions regularly to ensure that you will not have a major offset when a higher level sample becomes available.

Because of this, you can expect a small touch of nagging on his part, a small reminder to eat your flesh. Imagine having dinner with Hinatsuru gently reminding you as if pursuing a child with peppers. Makio is snapping at you, and telling you to just eat it for god’s sake while Suma’s sliding the peppers of of her plate onto Uzui’s as the others are distracted with fretting over you.

For that matter, any partner of Tengen, is under their care as well. You can expect Suma to fuss like a child, making her distaste clear and being chided for her rude behavior as she kicks and pinches her nose, begging you to reconsider your choices as Hinatsuru tends to the kill your husband has provided. With Makio, fist read to bop Suma for her crude reaction, and remind you that you best eat all of it after all of everyone’s efforts. You really are loved.

However, just as the wives and Tengen has agreed before your acclimation to the clan, retirement is around the corner, and as he becomes aware of the long-term effects of consuming flesh from Kocho, the Sound God is pushing for retirement more than ever.

He’s working harder, pursuing leads, and doing anything he can to hunt down an upper moon. To complete their mission, the girls are all too willing to agree to scouting the pleasure district if it means freeing you of your consumption.

The Love Hashira

The Love Hashira swings to and fro as easily as her whip blade on the topic.

To one flay, she is curious. Intrigued.

What does it taste like?

Our girl is a foodie at heart, and while the thought may gross her out, the intruisive thought sneaks into her mind and whispers food noise in her sleep.

I suspect that Kanroji would go to great lengths to praise your efforts and dedication to the Corps. While your strength is obtained in alternative route, Mitsuri would still find a great amount of pride in your determination.

She would shame any kakushi caught uttering gossip about potential cannibalism throughout the corps. One that comes off so sweet and disappointed, they’re humbled, and distraught in their actions. She has that pull on others, even if in they often have a tendency to be judging of her rash behaviors.

If you tend to the samples you collect yourself, that in cooking and preserving the specimen, Kanroji will coo your praises. Sing amazement, and joy in your ability to cook and care for a household. Her sincereity reflected in the highs of her cheeks as she rains down her delight upon your shoulders.

It’s an almost contradictory feeling as you season your strips of demon meat, the Sakura mochi kissed woman delighting in your hardwork as though she were the one to receive the food herself.

You’ll find yourself having to count your inventory because this is not a route you want for the Love Hashria, or one that she really could stomach. She’s drooling. Better go count.

As a partner, Mitsuri is supportive and loving. She will go out of her way to provide support to you in any way that she can such as finding adorable clothes to wrap your meals in, little decorations to spruce up your bento such as with little bunny rice balls she formed herself. You cannot help but laugh at her childlike touches next to macabre main course.

Her kindness will not be moved, and Kanroji’s affection towards you will not waver, even if you are pushed to the limits, and forced to eat before her. She’s not one to mind the demonic touches that encompass your features, and rather will gently sooth the ends of your hair after the battle. Dab off the flecks of bled that met the demonic markings. Marvels at your body’s resilience to the vast changes your physical features endured to protect her. Her soft smile delicate as she gently brushes your eyelashes, offering a sweet reassurance.

On the whiplash, the Love Pillar takes her commitment seriously, and any romantic endeavor is intended to be a lifelong arrangement. As such, it should come as no surprise to you the ill ease that creeps onto the wiggle between her brows. Afterall, there has to be a reason that this path is not one often cultivated, or that you dare not share your food with her.

She has suspicions, and as your partner, Mitsuri will do her best to investigate as discreetly as she can. She is not one for a direct fight, and wouldn’t want to risk shaming you. Rather, it’s her sincerity that makes bringing up the topic all around difficult.

You hadn’t made this decision lightly, and it is one you are quite serious on.

She will speak to the Master, a bit more boldly than perhaps she should.

Kanroji will pester Kocho, her love sick ramblings and anxieties drawing tears to her leaf blessed eyes that result in Shinobu providing her supplements on your behalf. Though truthfully, the Insect Hashira isn’t confident it will do much other than provide a placebo for her grief stricken peer.

Yet, there is only so much the human body can endure. At the emergence of her own Slayer mark, her fingers will trace the raw flesh. The imprint of where the design had been etched into her pores. Her body pushed to its limits.

She will begin to wonder… how close are you to yours?

What will happen when you pass that threshold.

The Stone Hashira

There are no other Hashiras set upon their path of light as that of the Stone Hashira. He is a man that towers above the average human and demon alike, and is grounded in his Buddhist foundation.

You can expect that as a partner, Himejima will not outright thwart your attempts to better yourself down this path of cultivation, but you cannot expect the praise that Kanroji would provide.

He is grounded in the Four Noble Truths, bathed in the eightfold path, and as such, your choice is not one that he will agree upon, but not one that he will speak his word into. He will be clear, direct upon the first initial conversation.

Gyomei will make his piece of this clear as he did with Genya, and you can expect that even though you are partners, little will stray from the same speech he gave the youth.

That being said, Himejima knows better than anyone else that ultimately, our paths are our own, and while he may be your partner, it does not give him the right to mandate or dictate your path.

Yet, he will find himself struggling.

Himejima will find himself tempted to stray from his path more than he ever has before. Small sutras written with care, prayers uttered in the dead of night over your form. The press of his tears conveying his unspoken concerns as he meditates into the dead of night.

As he has laminted over it in the silence of the mountains, The Stone Hashira will emerge, his own dedication clear as his instruction. He will beg of you to join Genya in his training. Do his best to cultivate sutras that you willrecite. To maintain your foundation, help you to stay grounded as the darkness whispers into your ears.

It’s concern.

One that he knows he shouldn’t partake in.

A shame that he holds in paused breaths. Such is life, suffering, and the death of a slayer, but to know that it his partner on the other end is one that he cannot easily release. An attachment that bounds him.

Catching passes, changing in breath. Prayers whispered in your partings. In your moments that fallen into a chant. A desperate plea to the gods to return you in a state of self; he can hear the way your voice has begun to change as a side effect of the demonic attributes.

He will do anything he can to drag you from this path, even though he knows that is not his place, nor his right.

Gyomei desperately wishes to pull you from the water’s edge. Afraid should you ever stumble, you will sink far from his grasp.

Never returned as you are.

It’s a love, quite and accepting as the beads that he presses into your hand.

The Mist Hashira

Initially, The Mist Hashira has little interest in the matter. He’s not prone to the passing of gossip amongst the kakushi and mizunoto. Even less compelled depending on what loser has brought it up in the first place.

Even if you fight along side one another in a few battles, Muichiro will take a while to even notice that you’ve nibbled into something, or that he’s even missed a meal. Let alone fret over what it is you’re consuming.

It’ll only be over time following his interactions with the Kamado siblings that his large eyes have begun to wander curiously over your shoulders. In boy like wander, curious at what it is you’ve hidden up your sleeve.

Daring to attempt to steal it, just to be disappointed that it isn’t a treat.

You certainly hid it as if it were.

Tokito will be relentless with his blunt teasing. Struggling to find the right balance of playful versus vengeful. You should feel honored as he does not show the same considerations to your peers.

From there, the jokes have begun. Small little snippets here and there as jovial as those he provides to the other Hashira. Nothing as lethal as those of the kakushi.

It’s to be expected of a young boy in love, the small way he prods you. Goads you into red cheeks.

Jokingly states that you can have something off his plate if you’re brave enough.

Requests that you’re sure not to bite him by mistake in battle.

I can even see Tokito giving you a moniker of nibbler, or perhaps even dumpling as he notices the way your cheeks puff up and round when you eat.

Unlike Kanroji, the Mist Hashira lacks the tact or consideration to dance around the topic, and will be very up front in his approach. You can expect him to call you out point blank. While this isn’t intended to be as abrasive as it comes off, he truly does come from a place of concern, it’s still likely to be a little scathing.

Such is having Muichiro’s attention.

He’s not going to sugarcoat this, or lie to you. Will bluntly tell you, you have a piece still in your teeth. Or that he likes your natural eyes over your blistered sclera. He’s young, and still learning how to interact with someone he has a crush on… go figure being harsh isn’t a hook.

That being said, Tokito shows surprising consideration in unusual places.

 Overtime, Muichiro has noticed when it is you have decided to utilize your eating habit, and as such, he will do his best to interfere. To step in front of you in battle, to act as a sword and a shield if only as a means of attempting to prolong your demonic exposure. He will do everything he can from needing to rely upon your ace.

Even if it means more wounds for him.

Will occasionally poke the packaging you carry, a mute expression on his face.

Quietly considering if maybe, he could just throw it in a river.

Other times, he will smugly bring you a recent kill, a knowing smile pressed onto his childlike features. Tokito knows he’s got you with this one.

At least he’s not cooking it.

The Snake Hashira

Honestly, Obanai initially judged. It’s not something that you should take to heart, I mean, he really judges everyone at first glance. In fact, it’s likely that your relying on demon flesh to try and catch up to the pillar’s strength is a source of his distain. The dagger wielder is know for his critical views on others.

Though to some extent, your dedication to the corps to go so far as to eat demon flesh as a means to better serve their goals is not one that he will raise his nose up to in theoretical terms.

Iguro is a dedicated man, and it’s one thing he can respect in others is their willingness to sacrifice, and remain true to their cause. In this case, you’re likely to earn a bit of respect as time goes on.

While all of the Hashira have their own means of compating Muzan’s forces, and their own reasons for having found a place in the Demon Slayer Corps, Obanai’s own origins are a little bit more thorny than some when it comes to the topic of demons.

I feel like your willingness to allow even the dead to enter your body may rub hi the wrong way.

It’s sure scent wise to be off putting for the Snake Hashira as he has a heightened sense of smell. Going so far as it impacts his own diet, it’s not likely that he’ll have the easiest time smelling the meat upon your clothing like this. Though, the staunch of blood covers it up well enough.

As Obanai himself isn’t food motivated and does have that sense of smell aversion, you can expect that he won’t be as willing to help you tend to the preserving as other partners may, I can see Kaburamaru snuggled up on your lap as you tend to the fire but you will find that he is one of the most supportive partners out of all of the Hashiras.

The Snake Hashira may have a wounded pride in that he cannot help you to tend to your reserves as others might, and will develop a thorny distribute should someone offer to provide you assistance as evident as the hiss and wrath that radiates off of his small frame.

He may not agree with your path, and he certainly has your worries, but there is no partner more dedicated to you and your wellbeing than Iguro.

Obanai values your health, and will waste no time in gaining as much insight into your condition as humanly possible. Even if it means wrapping his nose, face and everything he can, he is doing his best to stomach the medical concoction that Shinobu gave him the recipe to. She knows better than to give him a placebo as she did with the Love Hashira.

He is also the sort to procure any additional ingredients, or needs you may have in tending to your samples you procured during battle, and provide you with plenty of space to ensure that you can go through the process undisturbed. Quietly supported from the branches outside.

Gifts are a common approach from the Snake Hashira in how he expresses his affections, and leaning into practicality, I can suspect that you probably have the dream kitchen, tanning, and drying location to ensure that you are prepared for your undertaking.

As well as prayer beads that he secured after a side quest following another mission that happened to pass by a shrine that Himejima had mentioned in passing. If passing by means scaling a waterfall.

Of the Hashiras, I feel that Obanai would still be able to see the beauty in you upon your transformation. The familiar cut of your eyes, the way your cheek rounds, the small marks that are significant and telling that this is but only a shift in features. One he’s tracing with his hands to ensure that he can commit it to memory. One made through sacrifice and love.

Whispered poems as his eyes follow the lines of your body, absorbs the visual information, this is not the version of you you he knows, but rather, another aspect of you, one that requires the same dedication if not more care. The one that needs acceptance.

The one he will continue to love.

The Wind Hashira

Pissed.

So very pissed.

Why are you doing this to yourself?

How could you think he would be okay with any of this?

The Wind Hashira is well acquainted with the risks that come with the occupation you both bare, but he is even more pungently concerned with your willingness to have one zori in the grave.

He is not a fool; Shinazugawa knows all to well the life long repercussions of consuming demon flesh that is to say if you are lucky enough to survive your first attempt.

Knowing that you were ever placed in a position where you had to even consider the option is enough to have Sanemi rattled, a display that comes off as seething rage. Masked over the anxiety and concern.

The sinking realization… he was so close to losing you.

His words run scathing, fast and unforgiving.

A bitter pill you will have to swallow, one that you know all too well is a betray of how much he truly cares as he lectures over the dangerous of the path you have stumbled upon. The diseases, the risks.

What if he loses you.

What if he has to slay you.

No really, how could you do this to HIM?

It really does come from a place of love, as does his actions that follow. Retirement, he’s become hellbent on it more than ever. Desperate for you to consider alternative routes. You could still continue to support the Slayers.

The Master could always use additional help around the home.

Surely the Lady Akane wouldn’t mind your assistance?

Baby sit the crows for all he gives a damn--- anything but risking sending you into an early grave, or worse… permanent darkness.

You will have to remain as steadfast as his concern, and in time, Sanemi’s natural sweet disposition will return. He’s still complaining, small little mumbles here and there, but, he is a loyal partner. One that does not abandon the ones he cares for, and as such, he finds himself bringing home little samples.

Going to great lengths to make a worthy selection more accessible for your needs, even more effort to ensure to season it with love the best he can.

You have to start things gentle with celine for sure, she'd get way embarrassed and shy about everything sex related

She’s a virgin, but I feel like is knowledgeable about sex but her shyness leaves it up to you to take charge!

You’d start with some soft making out in her bed while on top, your lips quickly dominating hers but in such a sweet way

She’s a whimperer for sure, but since getting her little cottage you can be as loud as you want ;)

With every kiss she lets out soft ‘mms’ and it fills you with such pride every single time

“A-Ah! That spot is s-sensitive~!” She’d moan when you find that perfect spot on her neck, and instinctively try to push your head away but you don’t let her :3

Balor || A stop by the Cart

Balor had taken great pride in keeping his cart clean. It was his means of funding, so it only made sense to have all of his goods showcased with some flourish. It aided in selling themselves. A single look and anyone who passed by would agree that Balor was the kind of merchant to care about the little details. The small things that would go unnoticed by a novice or an individual that didn't pay great attention to their supplies were the things he caught on to. His customers loved it. It made it easy to find what one needed and possibly what one might want.

But when it came to being the main merchant for Mistria? Well, Balor had seemed to have more time on his hands than what he was used to. Having to be the main connection to the Capital wasn't easy. He had to haul the heaviest things in and out to aid the townsfolk as well as to have a healthy cash flow that allowed him to have such good prices compared to others. There were days where Balor dreaded such tasks. Where he would complain about his back aching during breakfast to Hemlock. Raving about how he would never carry a bed into the capital overnight on his own ever again. No amount of complaining would keep him away from his duties completely, though.

And there was one single perk to the strenuous work he pushed through.

Helping the town's beloved farmer. The adventurer that was sent in hopes of aiding in raising Mistria's reputation after the disastrous earthquake left it in ruins. They had been doing a wonderful job thus far. If not for them, Balor wouldn't have easy access to the Capital and outside cities. He remembered when he had met them by the bridge. It had been broken down at the time. He took their hand and lept across the unstable stone that was left. That was when he promised to help them in any way he could. Within reason, of course.

He hadn't thought that such a promise would be the reason he would see you nearly every day and that it would be the highlight of his time within this small town. It was meant to be a one-off offer to show he had a good heart. That he was dependable. It did wondrous things for sales. But he had been thinking less and less about Tesserae.

Spring had started once more. You were officially a part of the town for one full course of the seasons. A mere taste of the farmer's life, and you were reaping its bounty. Balor found himself jealous that you took such ease in a new place. You moved around the same amount when you were an adventurer. The Guild had you going every which way to complete odd jobs. So seeing you fit so well? Slotted in as if you were meant to be here? He felt a little lost.

"Ah [Name], what a pleasure it is to see you this fine morning. Is there anything you need? I have some odds and ends, but if there's a special order you'd like from the Capital, I wouldn't mind being of aid."

Balor greeted you with his usual charming smile. As if he were ready to sway you on a deal. However, he held no intention of such. In his heart, he felt the pull to keep you there. The conversation felt natural. It flowed like the light wind that allowed the pollen of flowers to spread. Flowers he was sure you would pick the moment they bloomed. You had become rather skilled at foraging after coming to Mistria. He felt bad for ever laughing at the meager things you sold before you got your bearings. He understood that everyone starts somewhere. They can't pick and choose their means of income.

"I'm quite alright, Balor. I actually wanted to stop by. Catch up if you have the time."

He had to take a step back. He was rather caught off guard at such a thing. Many of the townsfolk would stop by his cart. Balor didn't get much business, so he appreciated the conversation that filled his time. Conversation from you, though, felt wrong. Not that he didn't want to talk with you, but you were busy. Far busier than him. You had foraging, mining, farming, animal caretaking, and the commissions you take from the request board. You were always moving. Always doing. Balor felt honored to be the one you chose to be still with. Even if it was just a small moment.

"For you? I'll always have time."

Balor did little of the conversing. He simply listened to your chatter. He didn't think he would enjoy the tales of your barn animals. Your animals rival the sass of Henrietta. He tried to pay attention to what you were saying. He caught the ranting of sales prices and the rush of the starting season of spring. His brain had decided to tune out your voice to focus on your hair. It told a story all on its own. The whisps of misplaced strands that spoke of hard work. Your forehead was slightly dampened from the sweat, no doubt the fruits of your labor. There was something breathtaking about such a look. It was proof that you were working. Your hands were no doubt tired from whatever you had been doing this morning.

Without even speaking, he pulled out something from his wagon. A few hair clips he had picked up for his sales. He had expected Maple to come up to try and purchase them. Josephine had become rather strict about how the girl spent her money. He leaned in closer. His hands hovered over your hair before he finally committed. He clipped two heart-shaped hair clips onto the loose strings of your hair.

"Balor?"

The man only shook his head. He knew what you were worried about. He could see it in your eyes. "Don't worry about paying. They're on the house. Think of them as an anniversary gift. I don't think we got the chance to celebrate your coming to Mistria over a year ago. Why not join me at the inn later tonight so we can do it properly?"

Somehow a simple afternoon conversation had become an invitation to a date. Not that you had any clue as to the merchant's intentions. Those heart clips were only the gateway to the spoiling he had planned. All because you happened to be something permanent in Balor's life. A rarity in his ever-fast-paced existence.

Eiland || Tripping over Artifact Mounds

Eiland was one who loved spending his time alone in the outdoors. Meticulously looking over every little thing that screamed history. His brain was in a constant quest of knowledge, and no amount of searching would ever satiate his hunger. He loved looking over artifacts. Decoding the languages engraved on them. His favorite part, however, was searching for them. Nothing felt better than finding a fresh find after a long dig. It was why he spent so long in the Western Ruins during the summer. It was the perfect time to look over piles of dirt to search for something extraordinary.

Getting his hands dirty was second nature. No amount of nobleman prestige would keep Eiland away. He was one sworn to preserving the history of Aldaria. Notebooks were stacked high in his study. Reference guides to all sorts of historical facts littered the floors. If he wasn't out analyzing the old stoneware of MIstria then he was sitting in his study overlooking guidebooks. A piece of cake set neatly aside as a reward. Usually these things were done on his own. Errol would lend the boy his aid, but there was only so much an old man could do.

Safe to say that your interest in archaeology excited the nobleman. Another who was interested in the history of old? Say no more. The finding of Caldarus' statue was just the start. He didn't think the new farmer would pursue much archeology after that. Eiland was fine being the only one around to be so passionate about it. But when you decided to pursue it with him after that? Let's just say Adeline couldn't sleep well that night because a certain someone was screaming into his pillow the whole night. She had to make him tea the very next morning.

As time continued, Eiland felt himself feel oddly closer to you. He was an oblivious individual, yes, but he still felt the shift of your dynamic. Late nights of overlooking the findings ended with you tucked in his bed and him on the floor. Afternoons were met with tea picnics for breaks amidst the warm sun. The colder seasons where you didn't wear enough layers were spent with him fussing over you. He often offered his cloak to you so you wouldn't freeze. He didn't need his favorite assistant freezing and catching the flu. Valen would have his head otherwise. It wasn't until Aunt Elsie had spoken up about his glowing radiance a lover may have when appreciating their partner that Eiland connected the dots. He felt himself become ever more flustered when Adeline agreed about his change in demeanor.

Summer couldn't have come soon enough. You had resided in Mistria for a full year now. You've become rather accustomed to the way things were. You've become a local legend to the townies of Mistria. Having supported the changes Adeline wanted to impose upon the small town and funding all the projects, it was only natural for everyone to adore you. It worried Eiland that you might have been overworked by his sister, regardless of how well you've been doing. He had done his best to make such concerns known to you. He really did. Yet, you always deliberately shut down his unease. As such, his worries blended into his favorite time of the day. Sitting out in the summer sun while analyzing the dig site in the Western Ruins. He cursed the aching need to know where you were. To know that you were taking a break from the relentless grind farming was putting you through.

"Why can't they comprehend that they deserve to rest from time to time? I mean, I understand that Aedeline has goals for the town. But isn't it unfair to expect one sole person to fund and gather the needed resources for the upgrades she wishes to provide?"

Eiland had been muttering to himself for the past hour. He had been so preoccupied with the contemplation of his own rhetorical questions that he hadn't registered that you had tread upon the ruins. There you witnessed his relentless pacing. It seemed quite intense from the way his shoes kicked up dirt. The distraction of his thoughts was broken the moment you got closer. His breath hitched at your presence. Were you watching him the whole time? His face flushed at the mere ideation that you caught the words that left his worried breath. Such worrisome judgment had been cut short when Eiland saw you coming closer to a less-than-obvious mound in the ground.

He had no time to call out to you. You were already caught on it and falling toward the grassy earth. Eiland had never acted so fast. Luckily you were close, so he didn't have to run too far. He cushioned your fall with his chest, holding onto you tightly to ensure you were steady. You could hear the rapid pace of his heartbeat. The same rhythm you found yourself listening to when he insisted you lay your head upon his shoulder when you sat beside him. After looking you over to ensure you weren't injured, Eiland guided you to a shaded area to sit. He insisted he had to make sure you didn't tweak your ankle. Your back rested against a tree trunk as its leaves covered you both from the warm summer sun.

"You need to pay attention when you're in the Ruins, [Name]. You never know what might be under your feet."

Eiland relaxed a bit. Your ankle hadn't been injured. With a breath, he raised his head to face you. His eyes held more worry than you've ever seen him carry. It was quite odd from someone so carefree.

"I...I know you've said as such before, but I couldn't help but be distracted. You were pacing and you just looked so..."

"So what?"

Eiland pushed. He wanted to comprehend what you were thinking. What you had seen when you witnessed his anxious pacing.

"So cute."

His cheeks flushed. The color had seemed to match the shade of his hair. He was caught off guard by such a declaration. So much so that he couldn't process the movement of his own body. His arms reached around you to embrace you in the tightest hug you had ever experienced. Eiland wanted to do more than hold you. He wanted to press kiss after kiss upon your cheek. However, he didn't think you two were close enough for such activities.

"That's no excuse for not paying attention to where you were going."

Eiland's voice didn't carry a heavy weight of seriousness. But much rather a softer one that was trying to hide his embarrassment. No matter what you did or said, you always left him feeling more breathless than any rare find he would ever discover within the ruins.

Caldarus || Falling into the pond

Caldarus had never thought he would find companionship in his state of stone. He would watch the wind blow without a care for everything around it. He'd witness rainstorms express their power through lightning and thunder. Not to mention he was the one who attended to many bird families that had decided his statue was a great perch for a nest. Caldarus couldn't help the jealousy of the feathered critters. He wanted companionship like that. A being to bond with for life and have his own little nest. Maybe some dragonlings that would be the byproduct of such a relationship. All of it was mere fantasy for him. For as long as he was a statue, there was no one coming to provide him such comforts. At times he found himself thinking, how could a mighty dragon be deigned such a lifeless fate? What had he done to earn such punishment? He could not remember any sins if he had any.

There was change to come that Caldarus couldn't have ever expected. He felt the earth shake. A sign of immense change. The earthquake that hit Mistria had been huge. It had devastated parts of the town. So much so that there was an urgent call for aid. You had been the one who would answer the call. The one to help pull Mistria out of disaster. The one to be a friend to Caldarus. The dragon had never even considered a human would be his savior. You were something special. You had a good heart. A brilliant mind. And a hardworking soul that didn't know much of rest. He had considered his existence to be forever lonely. When he reached out to you, he didn't think you would consider it to be real. It was quite the shock when you talked back to him. You would even go as far as to talk to him daily. Even with the amount of tasks you had to complete. He treasured the amount of dedication you put into forming a connection with him.

Caldarus had felt the need to repay you for the immense amount of kindness you had shared with him. Saving you from the sealing scroll wasn't enough repayment. He had taken on a human form. Maybe this had been a blessing in disguise. With this new form he could hold you. He could take care of you effortlessly. His most favored way of appreciating you had been cooking. He had very limited skill in it, but he still tried. He found culinary arts to be rather intriguing. Caldarus would also find flowers for you within his residence in the Deep Woods. He had been lucky that some of the seasonal blossoms reached as far as the thick woodland forest. He had come to learn that humans appreciated variety.

Having been autumn already, the dragon had envisioned providing you with something warm when you visited him next. He had thought to share one of his favorites. Seafood Boil. With his own twists, of course. Caldarus didn't have access to prime ingredients like you, so he was left to improvise a few things. He had decided to try his hand at fishing in the pond nearby. With his luck, you had provided him with a fishing rod. One you had no use for after making a new one out of better materials. He had been quite invested in fishing. Albeit a bit frustrating when such a small noise drove away the bounty.

He had been so riveted by his activity that he didn't hear the sound of the autumn leaves crunching beneath someone's feet. You had thought not to announce yourself when you saw what Caldarus was doing. It melted your heart when you noticed the rod you had gifted him. You were encountered with a great honor at the sentiment.

"Come along now, fish. You are destined to be my dearest Dragonsworn's dinner."

Caldarus had spoken rather proudly, thinking that the fish would bend to his will if you were involved. Little did he know that such creaters were not imposed by a dragon's command. You found yourself trying to hold in a fit of laughter. You didn't want to disturb him or the fish he was trying to reel in. However, the need to laugh had won. You started cackling so loud, it startled Caldarus. He was so shocked that he had lost his balance. A loud splash broke you out of your giggles. He didn't see anything amusing about this.

"[Name]...Why did you startle me? Do you find it amusing to scare a dragon?"

You tried your best to respond. You truly did, but Caldarus was pouting. And a pouting Caldarus was a cute Caldarus. You meandered closer to the edge of the pond to lower yourself closer to him.

"I hadn't intended to scare you. I only wanted to visit but saw you fishing. I caught you talking to the fish, and I couldn't help but find it funny."

"So you were laughing at me?"

The dragon had somehow managed to look even cuter. The water moved around him while he swam to the edge. It was rather chilly. He wanted to get out as soon as possible. He paused when you held your hand out to him.

"No, Cal. I was laughing at what you said. You know the fish can't bend to your will."

His clawed hand encompassed yours. You used any and all of your upper body strength to hoist him free from the chilly water. The wind had chosen the worst time to pick up. A full-body shiver coursed through Caldarus' body. He hated the feeling.

"Come on. Let's get you inside before you get sick."

His fishing journey had been cut short, much to his disappointment. He shadowed behind you on the way to his home. You wasted no time in starting the fire pit that resided in the middle of the room. He undressed himself to put on dry clothing and robes with your aid. In the end, you had helped him once more.

"Why were you fishing anyway?"

He glanced down to his lap, his thumbs pressing against each other in a bashful motion. It felt odd to admit that he was doing it for the sole purpose to give you something.

"I wanted to try my hand at cooking Seafood Broil. I didn't have the proper ingredients, so I had thought I could fish for my own."

The sound that left your mouth was quite embarrassing to hear. You cooed at the thoughtful gesture from Caldarus. Even without something to prove he was thinking of you, the intent was still there. And that couldn't go ignored. You moved to his side of the fire. Your shoulders touched for a brief moment when you slid your head against his lap. You felt his breath hitch.

"You didn't have to go through such trouble. I could have brought you the ingredients."

He knew that, yes, but he didn't want to put you through more work than you already had. His claws rested atop your head. He made sure to keep his touch soft.

"I had assumed it would taste better if I put in the extra effort."

Silence accompanied his admission. Nothing more was said. Nothing more needed to be spoken. For now, there was no warm food to gift to you. Only a fire and his body heat provided such. And, perhaps, that was better than a meal because it was him warming you up from the chilly weather. Caldarus wouldn't have it any other way.

Reina || General Headcannons

Reina would be the one to confess first. She would do it through small talk mostly. Dropping subtle hints as best as she can. When she feels confident enough, she shares her deeper feelings for you with her family. Her mother and father are extremely happy and supportive. They tried to gush about their romance when they were young, which was interrupted by Maple's scheming for the perfect date. Luc is just excited that you make his big sister so happy. Reina expresses her feelings for you soon after with a homemade meal and an elaborate card. Celine helped her with picking a flower to go with it.

Reina would be a little nervous at first in the relationship. She wants to make you happy but feels rather insecure due to her skills only focusing on cooking. You reassure her that she is more than just cooking and baking. You offer to teach her the things you're good at. A cute date idea that you two do often is woodcarving with Landen. You and Reina make matching sets of wooden bowls, spoons, forks, and plates. It piles up quite nicely as she becomes rather skilled at it. The cutlery is perfect for when she moves into your home.

When she becomes more comfortable around you, Reina becomes quite affectionate. She's not constantly kissing you, nor is she clingy. She indulges in meaningful touches. A tight squeeze when you greet her in the morning. A soft kiss to your cheek as you depart for your daily tasks. Every night when it hits 8 pm, you always manage to see her. She offers you a meal, and she just listens to you talk about your day. All the while she holds your hand rather tightly, rubbing her thumb across your knuckles.

Reina does worry a lot about you when you do your mining ventures. The first time you return with really bad injuries, she rushes you to Valen. She doesn't want to risk anything getting worse. Valen does her best to calm Reina down, but she isn't leaving your side. Now, however, Reina loads you up with meals of all kinds. She isn't going to let you get that injured anymore. It's her way of caring for you without being too overbearing. She understands that you are capable of handling yourself in dangerous situations, but one can't be too careful. This way of caretaking is how she expresses her love for you.

Reina would want to live with you after a while. She feels ready when she finds herself staying over at your farm longer and longer. The first time she stayed at your house, you provided her with everything she could need. A pair of comfy pajamas, facial products for the morning, and a special pillowcase for her hair. She holds you so tight when she sleeps beside you in your bed. You have always been so considerate to others, but this just seals the deal for her. About two weeks after, she has all her things packed and ready to live with you.

Reina absolutely adores your farm. She does add her own touches to it, yes, but she asks you before anything else. This is your farm first and foremost, and she wouldn't want to ruin the way things are. You always approve of her ideas, though. They add a cute charm to your farm. Reina also loves having access to fresh ingredients. And everything you've hoarded from the seasons before. Your kitchen is a culinary dream. She almost feels bad for using up your collection.

Reina will babysit Dell, Maple, and Luc whenever you're free. She thinks of it as an exercise for when you have your own children. Not to mention you two seem to make the three children so happy. You both play with them and tell them super fun stories. Maple is especially happy to have free access to your farm because of all the cute animals you own. She gets free rein to pet them all. That's what she told you and her sister anyway. Luc enjoys looking at all your terrariums and asking you how you managed to collect and manage all of them. Dell is trying to get into your more dangerous supplies. It's a hassle, but Reina does her best to appease all three of them.

Reina is the type to dream about her wedding. She has a notebook of ideas she has for when she gets married. The menu was the first and easiest thing to figure out. She has Louis help her with wedding dress details and Celine with the flower arrangements. She asks Aedline to officiate. March makes the rings. Her choice of ring is an emerald and ruby combo. She thinks diamonds are rather bland, and the gems were founded by you anyway. It's far more sentimental. She does want Josephine and Hemlock to walk her down the aisle together. Every detail is practically perfect and so much better when it's you working to make sure it's just as she wishes.

Reina does take on the housewife role rather instinctively. However, you two share responsibilities and switch them every week to keep things fair. You don't want her overworking, and she wants to learn more about farm life. Her favorite thing is cooking with you during major meals. You share some of the recipes you took from home. Sometimes it ends up in a food fight, and you two have to have dinner at the inn. It's wonderful to check in with her family from time to time. Her favorite thing to make with you is pies. Apple pie, pumpkin pie, sweet potato pie, and any other type of pie ever. Mostly because you make the crust have fun shapes on the top.

Reina would want kids. She would want about three if you could manage them. They would be the last thing in her mind, though, because you have animals you're already caring for. Not to mention your crops. The two of you have extensive talks about it. The first step is the nursery you and Ryis work on together. She picks the wallpaper, and you pick the floor style. It ends up looking like a storybook setting. All pastels and bright colors.

Reina is an overall very loving girlfriend and wife. Her biggest strengths are communication and gift-giving. Though she does end up doing a little too much in the gift-giving department, so it can seem a little suffocating. Her weakness is that she becomes rather anxious when asking for things. She always double-checks with you even when you provided your consent prior. She is a gentle lover as well who can overly worry when you aren't caring for yourself. Overall, with a little communication, some reassurance, and a lot of teamwork, you and Reina are a wonderful and loving couple who would go to the ends of the earth for each other.

Being who she is, Celine first read about squirting in a book. The book being your typical romance novel, it spared a lot of detail and kept everything rather flowery—describing it as a sign of the true peak of pleasure. So. Celine knows that it *can* happen but not what squirting looks like, exactly, or how to bring it about. Does she need to do something other than working you as best she can? Is there a secret technique? Wait, does it even happen in real life? She worried for a while that perhaps squirting was one of those inventions of romantic fantasy that are *technically* possible but will never happen for most, like orgasming in five seconds or ten times in a row. But she really, really wanted to bring you to the ‘peak of pleasure’ and find out if you thought it was, too. Her doubts were very gladly put to rest when she finally got it right and had you gushing like a fountain, your sweetness spilling all over her face and hands. And it was totally better in reality. 

Let’s get one thing straight right off the bat: this may be your first time squirting, but this is NOT Juniper's first time making someone squirt. This woman works dark magic with her hands in more ways than one. She’s kind of mean about it; she’ll bring you to the edge of ecstasy until you just can’t hold back anymore and then she’ll laugh at what a “poor, pent up little thing” you are as your juices spill all over her long, pretty fingers. Juniper is reliably very good at getting you to squirt, if she so pleases. It’s on account of those long, pretty fingers, plus her natural inclination towards experimentation. She knows what buttons to press, literally. Making you squirt is less of a random lucky outcome and more just a thing she knows how to do, and generally intends to do, but if you’d rather not for whatever reason…just let her know in advance. 

CELINE:

oh lord, celine with an affectionate reader

she's already shy and blushy, this would make it a thousand times worse

even just holding hands has her eyes going wide and her face flushing pink

"y-y/n! wh-what are you-?!" and gets interrupted by plenty of kisses that are sweeter than flowers smell

REINA:

reina with an affectionate reader would be right at home

i think of reina as a warm person, and i know she loves hugs and kisses and any sort of love you have to give

giggles when they hold hands, swinging them gently as you walk

"get a room!" march or juniper typically huff when you're all lovey during nights at the inn

EILAND:

similar to celine, he definitely gets shy but not as much as her

a faint blush tinges his cheeks when you touch him or compliment him on how cute he is

"y/n...stopp..." he smiles sweetly, but he does not want you to stop

ADELINE:

adeline is the extrovert who would try to get her shy farmer girlfriend to get out more and talk to people

you go to the inn on friday nights together, where adeline includes you in the campaign, helping you make your character perfectly!

she's sweet and patient, never forcing you out of your comfort zone (too much)

CELINE:

celine is also shy, and i feel like her and her shy farmer girlfriend are a perfect match

you and her bond over flowers, spending a lot of your time in her garden or the one you keep on your farm

very cottagecore (celine literally lives in a cottage after all)

i envision picnic dates with flower crowns :)

JUNIPER:

juniper sees her shy farmer girlfriend almost like how a popular kid sees a quiet kid, kind of pet like?

she's protective of you, but isn't above teasing you a little for your timidness

"aww my shy little baby"

she likes to keep you all to herself

REINA:

so sweet and understanding of her shy farmer girlfriend

like adeline, she'd try to get you to socialize a bit more, but is more than content to spend your time together however you like

reina is flexible and will do whatever you feel like doing and talk to whoever you feel like talking to, as long as it’s with you

i envision you both snacking late at night and cuddled up together

VALEN:

valen is motherly to her shy farmer girlfriend

she’s worried about you, and wants to slowly introduce you to more social spaces at your own pace and with a plan

she’ll never make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with though, and will bring you away from the function with a smooth excuse to leave

she prefers one on one dates anyway ;)

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Seridia:

is perfectly happy with her shy farmer girlfriend

you’re her dragonsworn, why would you need anybody else?

she never lets her hands off you out in public, keeping you close when she senses you feel nervous or scared

she holds you close on her huge bed, holding your head against her breast and stroking your hair