#(marry nezuko)

[capobegone]

THE FACT THAT MAKIO COVERED NEZUKO’S EYES BEFORE HITTING SUMA I CAN’T LMFAOOOO

She knew damn well what she was doing. She’s hiding the evidence. Makio says no witnesses <3

#They are married your honor #hinatsuru #makio #suma #uzui tengen #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny manga #kamado nezuko

[dulaglutide]

Know what be funny? If you are basically the zenitsu of the swap crew simpimplg for Aizetsu

OH MY GOD I JUST IMAGINED THE SCENE WHERE ZENITSU IS CHASING NEZUKO AROUND WITH TANJIRO TRYING TO STOP HIM AND IT BEING ME CHASING AIZETSU AROUND AND SEKIDO TRYING TO BEAT MY ASS.

#demon slayer #hantengu clones #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #hantengu #aizetsu #sekido #aizetsu demon slayer #aizetsu marry me #tanjiro kny #nezuko #zenitsu

[ao3screenshotss]

#(marry nezuko) #title: #on the flip side #author: #tuntunaa #ao3 #ao3 funny #demon slayer #tsuyuri kanao #agatsuma zenitsu #kamado tanjirou #kamado nezuko

[nanamimizz]

HI LAMB 👍 me and that bllk carrot top for your kny au...... or kitty + aki

kunigami unfortunately has a tragic end within the demon slayer au - after being forcefully turned into a demon to represent his wildcard arc.

kunigami is the prize student of rengoku, the successor to flame breathing once his master pass as senjuro does not follow the path of the blade. he is present at mugen train and hears his masters last words, and he takes them to heart. he dies in the swordsmith village arc, upper moon four’s blood entering his wounds. kunigami maintains his sense of self and manages to aid in misturi and co’s battle with hantengu. he is present when nezuko begins to burn and while she conquers the sun he does not.

with him gone, flame breathing has no successors and you hear of his death through his crow that flew day and night to arrive to you, all you can do is sit on the tatami mats and cry onto the kimono that you had received for the wedding you two had planned

#lamb.bleets #messages📩 #friends <3 #kitty🐈‍⬛ #kunigami as a demon is similar to nezuko where there is something stronger in his mind than muzan’s blood #this allows him to maintain control and restrain long enough through the night and he maintains his memories of you #which anchor him to his body and does not allow him to succumb to muzan #similarly to how tanjiro returned from dkt #bllk x kny au game #you and kunigami where engaged and he had promised to marry you when he returned from #the sword smith village

[itskenickie]

tsunade being shipped with jiraiya is a crime against women

#same when people ship nami (or any woman really) with sanji #same as when [spoilers!!] the mangaka made nezuko marry zenitsu #tsunade

[floreren]

adding muichiro to my list of traumatized children i am adopting and taking care of and knitting blankets for and spoon feeding soup

#mitsuri and i are married and nezuko tanjiro and muichiro are our children and i am their stay at home mother #ʚїɞ ~ diary

[forbidden-sunlight]

platonic yandere!shiva with nezuko!reader headcanons

warning: anime/manga spoilers for the swordsman’s village arc, ooc, overprotective!shiva + wives, ganesh is celibate in this piece although some depictions show him to be married with two spouses in mythology. 

If someone had told Shiva that he would be welcoming a few unexpected additions to his little family, he’d just blink and ask his wives if they had gotten pregnant. He is not the best deity when it comes to addressing this sort of situation but he’s still trying, dammit. Thankfully his wives were understanding and did not try to kill him for being a dumbass…mostly. 

Anyway, it had been a calm morning in the Little Palace when one of the servants entered the audience chamber, blubbering how there were two children, a boy and a girl, suddenly appearing in one of the glass greenhouses, engulfed a sphere of vermillion flames before they disappeared. They were severely injured and unconscious, the tiniest child even had a muzzle tied around her mouth! 

What should they do?

Shiva frowned. The Hindu pantheon knew better than to trespass into his territory unless he welcomed them as a fellow comrade or a guest that was supposed to be arriving the following night, whether it was to have a good time or expand their territories. But two kids poppin’ out of nowhere like that? Definitely suspicious. He ordered the servant to show them where these kids are, so he could see it for himself. 

The greenhouses were wedding gifts to his wives: Parvati, Kali, and Durga. Although the latter preferred to have a well-polished scimitar than flowers, they were all pleased with the structures and used them to host events when the weather was unbearable. They were enchanted to either be cooled or heated depending on the season. Truly a practical gift. The one he was heading to belonged to Kali. 

In front of the lotus pond was a small crowd of servants, armed with weapons and pointing at a little girl. She was wearing a pink hemp-patterned kimono with a black haori draped over her small body, long [Hair Color] tresses falling past her back and glowing in the sunlight. [Eye Color] orbs were glaring at them as she stood protectively over a body behind her, tiny arms stretched out and snarling through her saliva-covered muzzle. 

Even covered in wounds from head to toe, she was ready to give her life away if it meant her loved one would remain safe. A child. The revelation stunned and worried Shiva. He hated confrontations unless he was up for a fight, but not with someone who could barely reach his knees! 

Shiva ordered the servants to lower their weapons with his lower arms, maintaining eye contact with the girl as his upper hands were up in a placating gesture. “Hey now, no one’s gonna hurt you, okay? They were just scared…just like you are now, right?” He asked carefully. She blinked, the anger slowly subsiding from them and replaced with confusion. When he saw that she was calming down, he approached them…only to receive a sharp kick in the solar plexus, causing him to stumble backwards. 

Shiva’s mind raced. How? He thought. He is the strongest leader of the strongest pantheon in Valhalla…how did this child even have the strength to land a hit like this?!

 Glancing over her shoulder, she took a step back and knelt by the boy’s side. It was like her personality did a one-eighty as she mewled through her muzzle, tears swelling her eyes as she headbutted the boy, not once but twice. She was trying to wake up the other child. 

Against his better judgment, Shiva approached the child again, coaxing her to allow him to help her. She wanted to help her friend, right? There were healers in the Little Palace. Let them help, and he promised that he’ll make sure her friend will be alright. He gave his word as the pantheon leader. 

She narrowed her eyes at him, looking down at the boy before she slowly, and reluctantly, stepped aside. Shiva smiled as he carefully picked up the little one’s friend, barking at the silent servants to get their asses moving. The little girl followed him through the greenhouse to the corridors of the Little Palace, matching her stride with his own…well, as best as she could for a tiny child. 

Once the healers saw them, they immediately went to work. The little girl did not want anyone touching her. She just kept pointing at her friend…wait…were her wounds…healing? 

Who in the world was this child? Is she even a mortal?

Shit, he already felt a headache coming on. Damn it…as much it bothered him…he’s gonna have to ask around. He had no idea what he’s dealing with. While he investigated the situation, he instructed his wives and Ganesh to be careful. They could protect themselves but they had no idea who or what this child was...except for the fact that all four of them fell for her charm, hard and fast.

Although she had been hostile towards him, she was warm around the others. She smiled at them, patted their heads, and even tried to braid Parvati’s hair. When they tried to offer her plates of fruits and other foods, she just shook her head and went to the far corner of the room and slept soundly. One of his wives made sure she had pillows and blankets, of course. 

It was when Shiva returned home that he found Ganesh cradling the little girl in his arms as she napped, curled up in a ball. The only thing they could learn about their mysterious guest was that she could only write two words: [First Name] and Tanjiro. The other child, the boy, was named Tanjiro. He is her older brother. 

Well, that sounded a bit more promising than the lack of intel he gathered. Hades had heard there was a demon who did not consume human flesh in the mortal realm, and it definitely sounded like [First Name] based on her unusual description. However, if this is the case, and all she did was kick Shiva, then she’s harmless. The lord of the underworld knew the god of creation and destruction would handle her…if she got out of hand.

On the seventh day, the boy regained consciousness, and [First Name] leapt into his arms as soon as he hoarsely called out to her. She rubbed her hands against his face, tears falling down her cheeks and made noises that were muffled by her muzzle. He introduced himself as Tanjiro Kamado, thanking everyone profusely for helping him and his little sister when they did not have to. When Shiva asked how they came into his territory, Tanjiro froze and began to bow rapidly, apologies spewing from his mouth.

He did not know what happened. One moment, he and [First Name] were protecting the swordsman’s village from two Upper Moon-ranked demons, fighting against one that could split his body into four parts and then after they were struck by a sonic wave…they blacked out. His story only made Shiva even more confused. 

Tanjiro quickly elaborated on what had happened to their family, how he trained in the mountains for two years to become a Demon Slayer, and had been an official member of the organization for a while. He still had a long way to go…and above all else, he wanted to find a way to change his younger sister back to a human. 

Shiva raised an eyebrow. “Kid, you said demons could be burned beneath the sunlight…and yet she stood in it when she protected you from us in the greenhouse, thinking we were an enemy. Is it ‘cause she hasn’t eaten human flesh?”

Tanjiro squawked, dark red eyes widened in surprise. “Huh?!”

As if to prove it, [First Name] climbed off of the bed and walked towards an open window, ignoring Tanjiro’s pleas to stay in the shade. She stood beneath the window, allowing herself to be engulfed in the warm rays of the sunshine. One minute became two, and she didn’t disintegrate. Instead, she spun around in a circle, smiling at Tanjiro. 

Shiva hadn't seen a boy cry so hard since Ganesh fell on his butt after taking his first steps…but that’s a story for another time. He’ll inform Hades about this Demon Slayer Corps that was stationed in Japan, and the siblings will stay with him until further notice. His wives and son couldn’t agree more, though the four-armed deity believed it was just because [First Name] was cute.

Scratch that. She is adorable. 

Tanjiro was like a little ball of sunshine, polite and always willing to help when he wasn’t training with Shiva or learning how to read and write alongside his sister. Parvati and Kali were insistent that these two were educated. Durga just rolled her eyes and said knowledge won’t keep them alive on the battlefield….but it won’t hurt to learn their language so they don’t go pissing someone off. 

His wives meant well, but Shiva still felt a chill crawl down his spine at the thought of someone stupid enough to flirt or try to court either of his adoptive kids. Ganesh chose to be celibate, but the Kamado siblings were…too trusting. 

And Shiva will be damned if he allowed anything to happen to them so long as he reigned over Svarga as the God of Creation and Destruction.

Bonus Content: 

When Shiva and his wives were told by Tanjiro that [First Name] could alter her body’s size and height from a child who can fit into a box to an adult able to combat against demons within seconds, their overprotective nature increased tenfold.

Ganesh would definitely make sure no one would get close to his little sister. 

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[mostmouse]

The Swordsmith with a Cute Name

Hotaru Haganezuka has gone missing in the swordsmith village, surely his wife must know where he is, right? The thing is, he sort of only visits at night.

(Hotaru Haganezuka x f!reader, explicit, 5,800 words, slight yandere themes) as always - cross posted to my AO3 :)

Tanjiro marveled at the entrance of the Swordsmith Village, the architecture striking him. Growing up in the mountains, he had never really been exposed to such buildings, and he didn’t want to count his time in the entertainment district. Waving to the people milling about on his way to the chief’s residence, he sniffed the air, trying to see if he could scent his own swordsmith. While he could catch a faint smell, he couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from.

Moving into the chief’s home, he listened to the older man speak of Mr. Haganezuka, balking as he openly threatened the man. Tecchin sighed, “We’re searching high and low for him, and I’m sure his wife has met with him in these last few months, but I can’t catch her with him!” He pouted, “I don’t have it in me to ask her to set a trap though, it’s already a miracle that Hotaru even managed to find a woman who would tolerate him.”

Tanjiro gasped before lighting up, “Mr. Haganezuka is married?! That’s wonderful!” Tecchin sighed delightedly, holding his cheek in his hands.

“Isn’t it just so? I raised him, so I know how difficult it can be. No matter what that woman has ever done, she’s a pure hearted angel in my books. I wish she’d join me in trying to detain Hotaru.”

Tanjiro laughed, slightly awkward. “I’m sure she’s making sure he’s safe and well cared for while he’s out.” The two continued to gossip before one of the other men in the room reminded their chief of his other commitments. “I’ll head out to acquaint myself with the village.” Bowing low, he smiled, “I’ll keep an eye out for Mr. Haganezuka. If I run into Mrs. Haganezuka, is it alright if I associate with her?”

Tecchin brightened up, sitting taller, “Yes! See if you can get her to open up about Hotaru’s whereabouts. Perhaps she’ll tell a young man as handsome as you. I’m sure Hotaru won’t mind, but he’s always been a bit possessive over her.”

Tanjiro’s smile was strained. “Ah, I hope so, too.” Gathering Nezuko’s box, Tanjiro got up to leave, bowing once more at the gentlemen before taking his leave. The hot springs were an overwhelming scent, but if he focused hard, he could almost track his swordsmith’s scent. Patting the box, he whispered to his sister, “Let’s see if we can find Mr. Haganezuka’s wife, I’m really curious what she’s like!”

Hearing Nezuko’s hum of affirmation, he trotted along the small village’s dirt streets. Eyes scanning everyone around him, he huffed slightly. “Everyone’s wearing those clown masks… How am I supposed to- ah!” Perking up, he caught a whiff of Mr. Haganezuka, jogging forward until he found someone in a pretty mask carrying leather goods.

“Ah! Excuse me, are you Mrs. Haganezuka?” Hearing your name, you turned to face him, shoulders straightening as you saw this boy had no mask. He must have been a visitor, how did he know your name? You weren’t a swordsmith, instead you crafted leather accessories for the swords your husband made.

“I am, and you are?” Tanjiro blushed as he forgot his manners, bowing deeply, he introduced himself. However, you interrupted him before he could mention his relationship with Mr. Haganezuka. “Oh! Tanjiro! You’re a client of Hotaru’s, aren’t you?”

The young man before you smiled brightly, and you felt your chest swell with sudden affection. He was too cute! “I am! I was wondering… Have you seen him? The chief mentioned that he’s been missing the last few months, so I can’t help but be worried.”

You stiffened, his earnest expression instead now twisting your heart. You stuttered over your words for a moment before plastering a wide smile on your face - not that he could see it. “Oh gosh, no! Sorry! I wish I could help, I really do! But, well, I don’t actually know where he is at the moment, I’m sorry!”

Waving your hand apologetically, you laughed airly. Tanjiro smiled softly, tilting his head. It didn’t take someone with a discerning nose like him to know you were lying. Well, you hadn’t actually lied, you probably really didn’t know where he was, but you certainly have seen him. Tanjiro breathed a sigh, smile not leaving his lips. “If you see him, could you let him know I’m here? I’d like to apologize for chipping my sword.”

Your hand dropped, reaching into the large bag at your hip. “Of course! I’ll let him know!” You chirped in realization, digging for whatever you were looking for with vigor, “If I see him! You know, because, yeah I-I don’t know where he is!” Laughing nervously, you held out a small item to him. “Silly me! Here’s take this, a gift for Hotaru for not being here!”

Tanjiro accepted the small leather sheath, gasping as he pulled out a knife. “Wow!” Eyes widening further, he shouted in surprise as the blade turned black. “It's a nichirin dagger!”

You brightened, clapping your hands. “I’ve been apprenticing under Hotaru for a few years, but unfortunately this is the only sturdy thing I can make right now. I’m actually a leather worker by trade! I craft hilts and sheaths!”

Tanjiro’s eyes lit up in stars, bowing once more. “That’s amazing! I’ll treasure this! I’ll only use it in emergencies!” You hummed happily, holding your cheeks. Tanjiro placed the dagger in his pocket, bowing for the last time. “Thank you so much, if you don’t mind me asking… Where’s the entrance to the hot springs?”

You laughed, reaching out and petting the top of his head fondly. “I don’t mind at all! Here, let me lead you.” You ignored his blush and how he tried to object, taking his hand and leading him away. “Please, it would be my honor! Maybe later you could introduce me to your little sister!” You eyed the box curiously, “I heard she’s downright adorable, I just have to meet her! And don’t worry, the canopy above the main hot springs is full coverage. Even though it's sunset, no light will get in, so she’ll be safe to soak, too!”

Tanjiro’s heart squeezed in his chest, you were much too kind. He couldn’t believe you were the wife of the man who sent him those threatening ink stained letters. Once the two of you approached the steps, the both of you looked up as the love hashira barreled down towards you, shouting.

You laughed delightedly, shouting your greetings as Tanjiro panicked, rushing up to close her kimono. Smiling as Tanjiro fussed over Mitsuri, you waved and walked away, giggling behind your mask. With a renewed pep in your step, you hummed as you made your way to your shared home on the outskirts of the village, nestled in the woods.

Closing the sliding door behind you, you slipped your shoes off, setting down your bag and stretching tall, groaning loudly. Stepping up onto the clean floors, you made your way to the kitchen. Paying no mind to your surroundings, you didn’t notice as your large husband crept up behind you.

Shouting, you felt strong arms wind around you, pulling you against a sturdy built chest. “H-Hotaru!” His mask clacked against yours as pressed himself to the back of your body, arms tightening.

“I saw you talking with Kamado, what did he have to say?” His voice was gruff, you could hear the agitation in it as you whimpered. His large hand came up to cup your mask, pulling it away from your face and setting it down. He was always so gentle with his works of art, but he didn’t bother the same treatment with you, especially when he saw you talking with other men.

“Hotaru, he’s just a boy, what are you so worked up ab- ah!” He hauled you up over his shoulder, carrying you to the bedroom. “Hotaru! Let me make us dinner, I haven’t seen you in a couple days!” You slapped his back before realization dawned on you, “W-Were you watching us? Have you been watching me on the days I don’t see you?”

He tossed you to the bed, quickly climbing over you and straddling your legs, hands holding your wrists on his thick thighs. “Hotaru! Stop!” You tried to wiggle, knowing it was futile, especially when he was focused on a specific topic or task.

“What did he say to you?” He leaned forward, bandana and mask keeping his expression from you. Squeezing you with his thighs, he huffed, “I won’t ask again.”

You growled, fed up with the cold welcome from the man you loved, “You’re being jealous! I don’t get a ‘hi’ or a kiss, or a ‘good evening honey, how are-’ ahh!” He tugged your wrists up, body quickly following as you were brought to his chest, his arms winding around you in a tight hug.

You pouted, not wanting to talk about it but knowing you wouldn’t get anything from him if you didn’t - the man was ridiculously stubborn and could hold out much longer than you. He always had his swords to go to when he wasn’t getting his way. “Nothing! He didn’t say anything, just that he was sorry for chipping his sword. Tecchin spoke with him earlier so he knew you were missing.”

You whined a bit, going slack in his arms, “I think he knew I was lying he asked me about you… But he didn’t press it. I gave him that dagger I’d been working on. It turned black just like his blade though, I’m sorry.”

Your husband’s grip relaxed a bit, though he didn’t move from where he was perched on your lap, still keeping you contained. His burly hands came back around and held your cheeks as he sighed heavily. “It’s not your fault. All the blades I’ve made have turned black as well.” Groaning loudly, he set his jaw on the top of your head.

Cautiously, you brought your arms up, slipping his mask off before tugging his bandana away from his head. His hair spilled from where it was tied up in the fabric, cascading over his shoulders in a flowing wave.

Sighing as you tended to him, you spoke up in a small comforting voice. “Hotaru… Do you wanna get up for me and we can make some dinner?” He scoffed, gritting his teeth, his jaw tense where it rested above the crown of your head. Sighing, you pet his thighs. “You'll be less grumpy once you eat, sweetness.”

Pushing your shoulders back, he fixed you with a hard glare. “You know how I feel when you speak with other people.” He gripped your cheeks with both hands, “You’re mine. You know that. Why do I have to keep reminding you?” His perfect lips turned to a sneer, and you recalled how he was only okay with you speaking to a handful of people in the village.

You pouted, your lips squished together and preventing you from speaking. Growling you tried to shake your head to escape his grip, however that had him holding onto you tighter. “You’re mine.”

His voice was as rough as his lips as he crashed his against yours. Whimpering at the force, feeling the impact on your teeth, you tried to wiggle away from him. His hands came up behind you, twisting in your hair and holding you in place. His tongue pushed past your lips, teeth clacking as he ravaged your mouth.

You whimpered, hands pulling his hair as you tried to break free. Even though you were sure it wasn’t because of you, he pulled away, moving only the smallest bit away from your mouth. His burly body blocked everything else from your line of vision, the only thing you could see being him. His eyes bore into yours, gaze intense, and you knew you wouldn’t get away from him unscathed.

You whimpered, his hands pressing you down onto your back as he slipped off you. “Don’t move.” You gave a sharp shout as he tore your kimono open and off of you, easily slipping off your undergarments with deft fingers.

Hotaru’s rough hands pawed over your freshly displayed body, nails scratching you slightly. You whimpered, body jolting with each touch as he moved downwards onto his knees. You tentatively pet his hair, gasping as he grabbed your palms and pressed them to the side of the bed, flat. “What did I just say?”

He didn’t move, staying still as his eyes stared up at you from between your legs. Your mouth was dry as you looked up towards the ceiling. “D-Don’t move.” His grip tightened as he bit your thigh, ignoring as you cried out.

“And what did you do?” Hands leaving yours, he pushed your thighs wide open, admiring your cunt. You whimpered above him, shouting as he bit your other thigh.

“Moved! I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry, ‘Taru, please!” Huffing at your words, he abandoned your hands and instead kept to holding your thighs. At his silence, you shuddered as his breath puffed over your slit. Now that he seemed wholly uninterested in what you were doing or saying, you knew the night was only beginning, his impressive and irritating focus narrowing in on pleasuring you until he had his fill.

Gasping, your hips jerked as his tongue slid up your slit, slow and wet. “Hotaru…” You grabbed at his hair, knowing he was so focused he wouldn’t be paying you anymore attention outside of eating you out.

His hands gripped the fat of your thighs, tongue pushing past your slit and dipping inside your cunt. Your back arched at the feeling, basking in the pleasure for as long as you could. His mouth went to work as his hands groped you, moving up your body and squeezing anywhere he could reach.

Peering above your chest and tummy, you moaned lowly at the sight of him between your legs. His eyes were half lidded, a blush on his cheeks, and showing no indication of looking up at you, entirely enraptured in your sweet cunt. You tossed an arm over your eyes, the other resting in his hair as you wrapped your thighs around his head.

Sighing, you let him lick you, drooling over your already wet cunt. “Hotaru~” You felt him press his face closer against you, tongue shoved deep inside you. Arching your back, you pulled his hair, the man staying silent as he moved upwards to suck your clit.

“Ahh!” You shuddered at the feeling, moaning and crying out as his hands shifted to your hips. Gripping you tightly, you moaned at the rough treatment. He lifted you up higher, hands moving to cup your ass while his eyes slid shut. He pawed at your skin, squishing it in his palms as he sucked your clit tight into his hot wet mouth.

Writhing on the bed, you pulled his hair, letting your legs fall open, thighs resting on his broad shoulders. “Ahh~ So good~” You pet his hair as he slipped his tongue back into your cunt, licking you hotly. You rocked your hips in his grip, grateful he wasn’t holding you down this time.

Moving his head, you felt his tongue slip deeper inside, his own rough moans muffled by your plush skin. You whimpered loudly, head falling back as you felt him move one of his hands from your ass. You swallowed tightly, anticipation rattling your lungs as you felt him slowly curve it around your thighs to settle between your legs, just under his mouth.

You whined as one rough finger slipped inside you, the size of his digits easily outmatching your own. “Please, Hotaru~” He delicately pet inside of you, reacquainting himself with your body. You rolled your hips against his face, whining once more as he ignored you, steadying his hand and stroking you with one digit.

His tongue soon left you, moving up to your clit as he sucked once more, feeling your swollen bundle against his tongue, his finger soft inside you. You cried out, bucking your hips as you pulled his hair, his mouth not stopping as he sighed against you, eyes closed and tongue licking you rapidly.

“H-Hotaru! Ahh- fuck! Please!” You arched your back, dragging him so close to you that his nose was pressed against your mound. “‘M gonna cum! Haah~ Ah!” Your breath stuttered from your lungs, writhing against the soft comforter as your husband stayed on his knees, unbothered by your reactions.

You gasped for air as he continued, thighs quaking and sporadically squeezing his head before falling back open. He kept his hand firmly cupping your ass while the other slipped another finger inside your tightening cunt.

Sighing hotly, your hands loosened in his mane, petting flyaways from his sweaty forehead, laughing breathlessly as his eyes were still closed. “Hotaru… It’s not fair when I can’t l-look at your handsome face…” Your words trailed off, soft sharp moans falling past your lips as he built his speed back up.

Whimpering, you tried to push him away, knowing full well you couldn’t. “W-Wait, Hotaru, please!” He moaned gruffly against you, and you were sure his cock was aching and hard in his pants. “Please, Hotaru, I want you inside me! I know yo-ahh! K-Know you want it, too-” You covered your mouth with your hand, crying out as he curled his fingers inside you.

You had no idea to what end he would stop, it wasn’t uncommon for him to become so hyper fixated and focused on making love to you, whether that be with his mouth or cock. You knew he wouldn’t stop until he was done, and it didn’t matter if you were conscious when that time came. After much practice together, your beloved husband blossomed into quite the lover, but as with his sword making passion, he tended to allow himself to slip into a specific sort of headspace.

You writhed, legs kicking behind his head as you pulled your hands back up to yourself. Holding and fondling your chest, you cried out, his hand moving faster. “‘Taru! Fuck!” Panting hard, you felt him let go of your clit, catching his breath as his fingers tapped at your gspot. You arched again, body bending and back popping at the stretch.

He leaned back, admiring your reactions and how you squeezed and pulled at your breasts. Licking his lips, he watched your cunt flutter around his fingers, pulling back before thrusting them into you, the rough pace making your upper body curl. Your hands moved to fist the blanket instead, gasping and panting for air as your climax approached.

Growling, he dragged his hand from where it was squeezing your ass, pushing one of your thighs off his shoulder so he could nibble and suck marks into your plush skin. Crying out, he felt you tighten on his fingers, but it wasn’t enough to stop his fast pace. Moaning as he bit down, his hazy eyes watched as you arched high, hands blindly seeking and finding his long, wild hair.

“Ah-!” He winced as you pulled hard, eyes never leaving your face as you finished hard a second time. Leaving your bitten thigh, he pulled his hand back, spreading your legs so wide the brief thought of you splitting apart echoed in your blissfully empty head.

Moaning loudly and wantonly, you felt him replace his digits with his tongue, pushing past your plump cunt to lick inside you. His nails bit into your skin as you moved to twist his hair around your fists. “Hotaru!” You babbled incoherently, moaning as his wet fingers curled up to rub your clit fast and hard. “Ahh!” You curled forward screeching as he overstimulated you.

You could handle it when he cooled down a bit, giving you a slight break between orgasms, but you knew if he kept it up, you’d be passing out sooner rather than later. You were always a little sleepy after one climax, him getting you off repeatedly back to back was just mean.

Thighs quivering, he basked in your noises, surrounding himself with your perfect body, the taste of your cum making him strain in his now painfully too tight pants. Breaking away from your cunt, he panted heavily, fingers pinching your clit as he nibbled your plump slit. Crying out above him, he could barely make out how your upper body writhed for him.

Catching his breath, he dove back in, mouthing over your throbbing clit and three digits pounding your sweet spot. You screamed aloud, trying to scoot away from him, pushing him away and kicking your legs. “No! Stop! ‘Taru!” He had you on the brink, he could feel how tight you were wrapped around his fingers, knew you were at your limit.

It had been days since he’d last seen you, since he’d last touched you. He knew you were busy with your own jobs as well, coming home to an empty bed with no energy to touch yourself. He had to make up for lost times. It was a mantra in his head, to make sure you felt amazing before he even had a chance to feel good himself.

Moaning around your clit as it was snug inside his drooling mouth, his eyes flicked up to you. You laid there in bed, palms over your face as you gasped and shouted. As he laved his tongue over you, teeth pressing against your burning skin, he rubbed his calloused fingertips over your gspot, switching between pressing and rubbing hard to pounding them with quick movements of his wrist.

Finally, your head fell back, screaming as your voice cracked, finishing hard and bucking your hips against his jaw. He quickly abandoned your clit as he felt hot cum flood down his digits and into his palm. You cried out weakly as he voraciously ate you out, tongue pressing inside your cunt and fucking you.

Gasping and whimpering, your hips jolted as he licked up all your cum, dragging his tongue up your slit before flicking your swollen clit. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, his mouth moved away from you, letting your legs rest against the end of the western style bed. He sat back on his heels, licking his hand clean as he watched you closely.

Muscles rippling beneath his clothes, he hovered above you, kneeling between your legs as his intense gaze watched your face. Blinking slowly, your dazed bleary gaze found his face, muddled from your airy state of mind. Breathing heavily, you managed a small weak, “‘Taru?”

Sighing above you, he kissed your forehead. Letting your eyes close, you felt him slip off the bed and pull you up into his arms. Maneuvering with you in his grip, he turned down the sheets, sliding you inside them. You hummed, comfortable amongst the soft sheet and plush pillows. Feeling yourself drift off, you registered faintly of your husband crawling in with you.

You tried to call out to him, but your throat was tired and dry. Cracking your eyes open, you moved your lips, about to call out to him before he got comfortable, but instead cried out loudly as you felt his thick cock fill you in one thrust. “Hotaru!”

You heard him groan above you, the tight fit rattling his spine. You cried out as he lifted your legs, hips quickly pistoning inside of you. Sobbing incoherently, you clawed at his chest as he hovered above you. “I- Stop!” His cock split you open, the messy sounds echoing around you as your husky voice called out to him.

Blinking rapidly, you tried to focus on his face, whimpering as his eyes bore into you, sweat dripping from his tense visage down onto you. He was quiet the entire time, not speaking as he fucked you roughly. Groaning and panting, he was otherwise silent as he focused entirely on your expression.

Writhing beneath him, you gripped his wrists as he held your hips still, his own crashing into yours roughly. “I can’t! S’too much!” You tossed your head to the side, brows pinched as he filled you up just to pull nearly out, filling you once more.

Your husband grunted above you, shuddering at your words. With a sharp gasp, his thrusts faltered, moans stifled as he rubbed your overstimulated and sore clit. You slapped his chest, tears at the corners of your eyes, “It hurts! Stop it, stop!”

However, Hotaru paid you no mind, panting as his climax washed over him, hips bucking without rhythm as you felt him pump his cum inside you. Dragging your nails down his chest once more and shaking your head, tears slipping down into your hairline. “No more! Please, ‘Taru!”

His gaze was focused as he met your own, but you whimpered, body quaking as you didn’t see any recognition in his intense stare. Instead, his eyes drifted down your body, large palm pressing into your belly. You choked out a moan as he moved his hips subtly, cock stroking your gspot as he pressed down harder.

You could see the edges of your vision turn fuzzy as he began to pump his hips again, the pace just as face and brutal. Gasping, you coughed roughly, hands pulling at his weakly, whimpering and crying out. As he pounded you, feeling your breasts bounce, your sudden climax had you shrieking before your field of vision went cloudy and you passed out.

Hotaru watched you from his position above you, admiring your blissed out expression as he made love to you. Licking his lips, he moaned as you finished around him, cunt once again tightening like a vice, squeezing him tighter than you had all night. Moaning loud and sharp, he winced while his hips continued their pace.

Panting heavily, his drool dripped down to your chest, your eyes closed and face no longer pinched. Gritting his teeth, he bowed his head forward, hips jerking roughly. After his intense orgasm before, he couldn’t deny that the overstimulation was beginning to hurt him as well. Grabbing your legs, he pressed them to his chest. Anchoring his heels in the soft bed, he pressed you tighter up against yourself.

Now that you were unconscious, it was easier to fold your body how he wanted to. Gritting his teeth, he felt himself reach deeper inside of you. “Ahh! Fuck!” Eyes closing, his face tensed as his body slowly began to as well. Panting desperately for air, he felt himself shudder as he finished once more, filling you with more hot cum.

Hands fell from your legs to either side of your head, sweat and drool dripping from him down to you as you remained blissfully unaware of how his cock throbbed and pulsed inside your hot cunt. His body quaked with aftershocks and pumped a bit more cum deep inside you.

Fisting his hands into the pillow on either side of your face, he groaned. His energy was spent, having already been exhausted from his training out in the forest surrounding the village. He wanted to keep going, not quite satisfied with his work, but having to admit he was as spent as you were.

With his last coherent train of thought, he moved your legs and slid out from between them. Collapsing next to you, he pulled you so your back was flush against his chest. Using his legs, he dragged the blankets up closer, tossing off the top comforter, and draping the two of you in the soft thin sheet.

Catching his breath, he littered your shoulders with kisses and bites, not caring if they would be visible above your kimono in the morning. Everyone in the village knew you belonged to him and him alone, so it wouldn’t matter if you were marked up. Sighing tiredly, his hands drifted over your body, scratching you with his nails before cupping your breasts.

Feeling sleep overtake him, he squeezed you before allowing himself to pass out.

All too soon, however, his eyes were cracking open once more, groaning as the sun shone through the window. You were still sleeping soundly next to him, face buried in the pillows and back rising with each deep breath.

Stretching tall, Hotaru felt his joints pop and crack. He didn’t like to stay too long after sunrise, preferring to train when the morning was still cool. Sitting up, he winced at the dull ache in his hips. He rolled his shoulders, swinging his thick legs over the side of the bed, moving to get up before your smaller hand grabbed his wrist.

Humming in thought, he turned, looking for your eyes under your mess of hair as it was splayed out on the pillow. “‘Taru…” Your grip was weak considering you were barely awake, and it would have been child’s play to break away from you. However, your enormous husband smiled softly, turning and crawling back into bed to cuddle you into his strong arms.

You hummed happily, eyes closing once more as you settled in his grip. His voice was husky as he whispered in your ear, delighting in how you shuddered, “Good morning. How are you feeling?” You laughed softly, the sound barely passing your lips.

“Sore. Wonder why that is? Don’t think I’ll-” Yawning widely, you rolled your shoulders, “Don’t think I’ll be able to walk very well this morning.” You blinked blearily at him, a soft smile on your tired face.

He couldn’t help but lick his lips, grinning smugly. “You’re lucky I let you leave the house at all.” His hand drifted down, grabbing your ass roughly, smirking as you moaned and hid your face in his chest. “You’re mine. Nobody should ever get to see you again. The only forge you have any business being in is mine.”

You laughed softly, kissing his chest where you could reach him, “You’re not even in your own forge nowadays, Hotaru. I get lonely without having you.” He scoffed at your words, grumbling under his breath.

You squealed as he squeezed you tight. “Don’t care. Don’t let me see you getting too friendly with anyone else while I’m gone, understand me?” His gaze was on you now, pulling you back from his chest.

You sighed lovingly as you took in his face with the morning sunlight. “You’re so handsome, I love you.” He crinkled his nose, watching as his words went in one side and out the other. Sighing at your helpless nature, he pulled you into his lap before sitting up.

“We can make it to the hot springs and back before it's time to make a proper breakfast.” You whined in his grip as he stood up, placing you in a nearby chair as he found some clothes for the both of you. Tying you up in a loose kimono, he grabbed another larger one for himself, tying it closed and moving to lift you up once more.

You giggled happily in his arms, still veiled in a thin shroud of sleep. “You wore me out last night… I’m not sure I remember half of it.” Hotaru grunted, grabbing his mask before walking to the entryway and grabbing yours as well.

Slipping on his sandals, he hefted you up higher in his arms, “You passed out.” You were speechless for a moment, staring at him from under your sunny mask, before laughing quietly to yourself.

“You’re horrible! Tecchin was right, you’re a handful!” Hotaru snorted under his mask, holding you closer to his chest. You listened to his heartbeat as well as his deep voice as he spoke up once more.

“Please, you’re just as much of a handful. We’re a perfect match for each other, no one else could handle us.” You laughed again, waking up as the sun filtered through the trees as he carried you to the hot springs.

Leaning up, you tapped his cheek with your mask then his ear over his bandana in a makeshift kiss. “You’re right… I’d be a mess without you, you know.” Resting your cheek on his chest once more, the two of you basked in the morning sunlight together.

Wiggling your nose, you looked away as you got closer to the hot springs. “Gross.” You felt your husband’s shoulders shake slightly, silent laughter at your childish tone. “Oh well, at least I get to soak with you!”

You nuzzled his neck, rubbing his chest as he crested the steps to show a large pool of steaming water. You wiggled in his grasp, hearing his laugh softly as he put you down before scrambling to pick you back up as your legs gave out. You slapped his chest as his arms wound around your waist, pulling you snug and tight against him once more.

“You did this! This is your fault!” You slipped your mask up to rest atop your head, smiling fondly at your beloved. Once yours was secured, you moved to tug his off along with his bandana.

Hotaru pouted at you before smiling softly and kissing you gently. Sitting you on the edge of the spring, he easily stripped you of your kimono before stripping himself down as well. Wading into the spring, he bundled you back into his arms and sat the two of you against the inner wall.

Sighing contentedly, you apologetically pet the red scratches on his chest. “Sorry…” You smiled up at him softly before kissing them, noticing how some had dried blood on them. “I should trim my nails down a little, I think…”

He grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles before relaxing back, stretching his legs out. “Don’t worry about it, I was the one who pushed you last night.” You smiled, relaxing against him, mischievous eyes looking up at him.

“And yet you’re not apologizing.” Your husband scoffed, not bothering to look down at you, opting to squeeze you tightly instead before loosening his grip just as quick.

“Because I’m not sorry. You’re my wife, I’ll take you however I please whenever I want.” You balked at his steady words, his tone final.

“Hotaru Haganezuka! You’re bad!” You bit his chest before blowing a loud raspberry against him. He laughed loudly, moving so that he could kiss your forehead. You slapped him lightly, shaking your head but basking in his laughter. “What on earth am I going to do with you?”

He hummed, relaxing back against the spring’s wall again. “Stay with me. Forever.” His suddenly sincere tone had your chest welling up in affection and adoration. Sighing softly, you rested back against him, smiling.

“Of course. Always.” Hotaru pet your hair, relaxing in the early morning rays in the deserted hot spring with you in his arms. Thoughts of work began creeping into his head, but he pushed them off, wanting to spend just a little more time with you in sweet intimacy.

#haganezuka x reader #hotaru haganezuka x reader #hotaru x reader #hotaru haganezuka #kny #demon slayer

[midnightwriter21]

demon slayer hcs: tanjiro as a boyfriend

characters: fem!reader x tanjiro

warnings: language, nsfw themes (no real smut)

AN: tanjiro is aged up!! we don’t date children in this house sry.

TANJIRO

um best bf ever

he’s an angel sent from heaven

cuddle bug fr

you are NOT getting out of bed before he’s ready

you gotta pee??

u gotta beg him to let u get up

like? uh my guy we’re finna be cuddling in a puddle if u don’t remove ur arm and let me SPRINT to the bathroom asap

mans just wants to hold you a little while longer

introduces you to inosuke and zenitsu ofc

wants you to get along with his friends SO bad

but

he knows they can be a lil overwhelming

so he will attempt

i said attempt

to make them behave themselves

they will not behave themselves

inosuke is tryna throw hands

zenitsu is alrdy asking for ur hand in marriage

and oh?

tanjiro baby is ur eye twitching?

and u got a vein popping outta ur forehead honey are u okay?

dude doesn’t get mad often

and he’s not mad at u

but zenitsu better back off rn

cause tanjiro

well he’s gonna make sure zenitsu gets it through his head that you are NOT marrying him

not violently!!

well he might stick inosuke on him

“inosuke! zenitsu said he’s stronger than you!”

que the one sided smackdown

anyways

he introduces you to nezuko wayyyyy later

she’s his baby sister who also happens to be a demon

which is pretty startling if u ask me

like “this is my baby sister nezuko!”

“she’s a demon with crazy blood fire powers! :)”

very important to him that y’all get along

which you do

cause how could u not

nezuko is the sweetest thing

god the kamado family could rot ur teeth

NICKNAMESSSSS:

there’s a million of them

my love, darling, sweetheart, honey, flower, bUNNY

ik that the bunny nickname is so over used but something abt it gets me GOINGGG

rarely calls u by ur real name unless something serious is happening

always a pet name

dude knows how to handle u and ur emotions

that sniffer he has

yeah

ur happy? sad? angry?

he smells it

personally i think that jealousy coming from u is his favorite scent

it’s got it’s own distinct smell but it’s mixed with a little bit of anger too

when he first smelled it he couldn’t figure out wtf u were feeling

but when he finally put it together

turned bright red

like “she cares about me THAT much”

“to where she gets angry?”

surprised that u get jealous over him for some reason

which is wierd asf cause if tanjiro was my bf? i’m never letting him outta my SIGHT

hands will be thrown w any bitch that tries to speak to him

anywayyyyyssss

into the NASTY DIRTY

remember he’s aged up!!

the softest service dom that has ever dommed

he’s the guy that gets pleasure from giving u pleasure

and when i mean giving u pleasure

i mean ur gonna be in tears by the end of it

it’s too much for you?

“oh honey i know you can take it”

“sweet girl you can give me one more i know you can”

one more is not one more

one more is as many as tanjiro wants.

overstimulation is the tanji’s fav

and back to that nose of his

LMFAO there is no hiding it when ur in the mood

mans can smell it from a mile away

but don’t worry he’s gonna take care of u ;)

aftercare omg

he’s so sweet

running u a BUBBLE BATH

lighting candles

massages

watch out cause those massages can get u back in the same situation that put u here in the first place

uh oh here comes the cuddle monster once again

ugh i want a tanjiro so bad

#tanjiro kamado #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #anime #tanjiro x reader #tanjiro kamado x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer headcanons #kny #kny headcanons #tanjiro headcanons #tanjiro x you #nezuko #zenitsu #inosuke

[izvmimi]

cw: reader and tanjiro are engaged. tanjiro gets roped into an unfamiliar marriage custom. fluff. fem!reader.

When Tanjiro said he was willing to do anything for you, this wasn’t exactly what he had in mind. 

The cloth Genya decided to tie around his nose is a little too tight for his liking, and it doesn’t help that in addition to that, his nostrils are stopped up with more additional scraps of cotton than he’d like. The intention is to block his sense of smell which he understands is practically cheating, but it's disorienting feeling like he can’t breathe through anything but his mouth, and the tissue is shoved up so far he can practically feel it tickling his brain.

But he can endure it. For you. 

Tanjiro sucks in lungfuls of air through his mouth, then slowly breathes out before deciding to reset his thoughts with a smile. Genya looks directly in his face, then smirks, while Zenitsu, despite his blonde eyebrows furrowed in confusion, takes the time to adjust Tanjiro’s hair tousled slightly out of place by Genya’s ‘aggressive’ helping, then shakes his head.

“This is a weird ritual,” he finally admits.

Inosuke, who’s found a place on to lay comfortably and lazily on the tatami despite all the other young men in some sort of reasonable sitting position, laughs loudly. 

“That’s what I said!” he yells, forgetting all about an indoor voice. He shoots up like a board, then points directly at Tanjiro, who has risen by now, trying to shake off his sudden nerves. “She already agreed to marry you, so what’s the point of all this, Gonpachiro!!!! Just take her and run before she changes her mind!”

Tanjiro takes another breath, forgetting his voice is nasal now, then huffs.

“She said it’d make her feel more at home, so I might as well.”

Genya rolls his eyes, but knows he’d do the same. Giyuu and Sanemi, older than the rest of the men in the room and as such, less naturally rowdy, exchange a look. 

“So what’s the punishment if you can’t pick her out in a line-up?” Giyuu asks. “The engagement is over?”

Tanjiro pales quickly at the thought, then shakes his head.

“According to the custom, I just have to pay a fine to her parents.”

Zenitsu shakes his head while Inosuke bursts out laughing. “Like hell I would-” Inosuke starts, but Zenitsu slaps his hand over his mouth. 

“She doesn’t have parents here,” Giyuu reminds him, the look in his cool blue eyes less inquisitive than it is expositional. Tanjiro nods.

“Lame if there aren’t any stakes,” Genya points out, picking lint off of his jacket. “Other than looking like a dumbass, I guess.”

Sanemi gives him a glance, then grins before looking back at Tanjiro.

“How about I beat you to death if you mess up?”

His eyes gleam wildly at the opportunity while Tanjiro purses his lips to the side, ignoring Genya who at the same time offer to help his older brother.

“Are you going to let go of any opportunity to injure me?”

Sanemi runs his hands through his white hair, still smirking to himself as he immediately replies, “absolutely not.”

Tanjiro sighs, but his attention is turned when his younger sister finds her way to the entrance where the young men sit and wait prior to the ceremony. Nezuko is radiant as usual, her raven hair pulled back into a neat bun and her dark pink eyes practically luminescent. Tanjiro can already feel Zenitsu’s awed stare at her, but these days he’s quieter about how much he desires her out of a mature fondness now that he too is marriageable age. Nezuko smiles as she looks upon the men in the room, and more so as she appraises how nice her brother looks. 

The haori he wears today is nothing like his simple checkered one, dark green and laced with swirls of gold, complimentary to the burgundy tones of his hair, and despite his face being wrapped up in a makeshift mask to prevent him from sniffing out his bride, he remains handsome as usual. She adjusts the haori himo, slipping a couple of wisteria flowers within the string to accent the knot.

It’s not his wedding day yet, but he will still look wonderful. 

“Are you all ready?” Nezuko asks. She smiles to herself as Tanjiro nods quickly and is the first to follow her out in the courtyard, the rest of the young men filing out behind her. Nezuko stands in pace with her brother, and squeezes his hand gently as they make their way to the decorated clearing where the ceremony will take place.

“You won’t mess up. You’ll know Neechan immediately,” she reassures him. 

He’d tell Nezuko that it’s too early for her to call you that, but in some ways, she probably knew that you and her would become family even before he did. 

Instead, Tanjiro smiles warmly at her, letting his fingers and hers exchange places to squeeze hers instead. You and Nezuko’s hands are different, naturally, but the warmth is similar because your hearts are similarly kind by nature. It’s comforting; despite from being thousands of miles away, separated for greater than a century, you remind him of home. 

—

Your heart races, shrouded in the light weight of a woven silk sheet. 

You’re not the only woman in this kneeling position; in fact, you are just one of six women arranged in a six-point star-shape in a small clearing beneath the bloom of plum blossom petals. Mitsuri, Kanao, your two best friends, and even Shinobu were willing to play along with you, dressed up in the same kimono, their heads and shoulders covered, and hands obscured in long sleeves set before themselves as they wait for the men to arrive. Everyone is quiet and perfectly still, although you know Mitsuri is trying her hardest to hold in her giggles, and Shinobu might get up and leave to go do something much more useful with her time any minute, and you wonder what the outcome will be of all this. 

You’re not exactly sure why you roped him into this or why Tanjiro even agreed to your nonsense, but there’s something you need to prove. Something about fate, something about an attraction that transcends an enamored gaze or a heightened sense of smell or touch. Something that proves to you that the draw between you, the metaphorical thread that has linked you across time and space is not something you’ve imagined.

Or perhaps you just find it romantic that he’d know you anywhere. 

But what if he doesn’t?

Hinatsuru did your makeup differently from the rest - an extra layer of gold dusted on your eyes, a deeper red on your lips. Wisteria is woven into your hair unlike the rest, and on your hands a red string is woven between your two pinky fingers. If he chooses you, you’ll untie one end and link it to his. An additional promise to love him forever. 

You’ve already said yes, you’ve already said yes.

Makio continues to play the koto as you take deep breaths and you can hear Tengen and Rengoku laughing loudly with the rest of the growing crowd, Suma telling her giggling toddler to stay still, soft, awkward footsteps following giggles. Gyomei is probably praying and if Obanai could figure out which one of the shrouded women is you, he’d probably have you strung up on the highest mountain peak for dragging his wife into this.

Now you can hear the men approaching, Inosuke and Zenitsu’s bickering the loudest, but you can sense that Tanjiro is near even if he’s quiet and moves stealthily. Perhaps it’s your love for him, perhaps it’s his presence that you can’t ignore, or perhaps it’s the fact that he shines so bright you can feel the warmth of his soul any time he’s near.

You remain perfectly still as Makio’s koto playing comes to a halt. Nezuko sings and passes between the six of you, a chill running through your spine as she taps each of your shoulders. You remain silent.

You can’t see Tanjiro set his eyes immediately on you, because if you did, your heart would be tranquil. Instead you keep yourself from shaking, the blood pumping through your veins quickly, your ears warming.

Even if he can’t pick you out in disguise, he still chose you. He wants you. You will spend the rest of your lives together, no matter what. 

“Thank you for sharing your custom, ___.”

Gyomei offers a short speech to explain what will be happening in the gathering, although the guests do know, enough so that even Urokodaki, who acts as a surrogate parent to the surviving Kamados is invited, and will be watching Tanjiro make his decision.

You think of the embarrassment if he ended up picking Kanao, despite the fact that it means nothing in the grand scheme of things, then think of the sheer pandemonium if Tanjiro were to unveil Mitsuri and almost break your cover.

Focus. 

“Don’t embarrass yourself, Tanjiro. Sniff her out! Oh right,  you can’t!”

Inosuke’s heckles get a laugh from the crowd for once.

“Choose fucking wisely,” you hear Sanemi say, followed by the crack of his knuckles. The menacing tone to his voice also threatens to floor you in laughter, and you wonder if your friend will hold back her demand for him to be nice or blow her own cover.

“Enough harrassment,” Tanjiro finally defends himself. You can’t hear him move, but you somehow, can see someone, probably him moving in the faint shadows of your shroud.

Don’t be wrong, you tell yourself, then you quickly remind yourself, he wouldn’t be.

You’re meant to be. 

“Hey.”

You hold your breath as Tanjiro settles on his knees before you, his hands closing around the edges of your shroud, and flipping the cloth up - quickly, confidently, almost defiantly. 

Eye to eye, you watch him smile as he cups your face, rough hands so gentle, so loving on your warming cheeks. The koto slows to a stop again.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers, love practically dripping off his lips.

“You found me so quickly,” you whisper back, as your eyes mist. The onlookers watch as he presses his forehead to yours.

“Of course I did, I’d never lose sight of you even for a moment.”

And just like that, Hinatsuru’s hard work on your face is laid to waste; the koto plays again, heartily, your makeshift clones toss their veils and the crowd erupts in happy cheers.

#tanjiro x reader #tanjiro kamado x reader #kamado tanjiro x reader #daydreams: kny #tanjimimi #mimi's notes

[asirensrage]

Ok so this my be a really odd request. Let’s say kagaya is your distant cousin. But because your part of his family your also cursed from being a descendant to muzan. As a female it’s only natural to marry you off to someone in order to break your curse. But here’s the catch, you have to marry off to a hashira of his choosing. (Males only) every hashira wants you and have to prove themselves in order to be fit. How would they all react?

I was working on this when you sent in the one today 😂 I was like "...are they psychic???" I'm not sure how this turned out, but I hope you like it.

Being cursed is one of the worst things to happen in your life. The worst part was that it was inherited. It wasn’t so bad as a child, a lingering warning that seemed like the far-off future, but now that you were an adult, it was time to act before you were consumed. You weren’t sure how marriage was supposed to cure you, to fend off the curse, but it felt like a small solution that ultimately involved passing the curse onto your own children. That’s if the candidates your cousin chose actually wanted to fight for you. It wasn’t fair. To any of you.

Sanemi

He’s not really interested in starting a family or getting married, not when it’ll just bring more danger to your doorstep. He’s been pretty determined in keeping the people he cares about away from this life…but if it will help save you, doesn’t he have a duty to try? He doesn’t think he could watch you wither away if he didn’t step in. He’ll take his rightful place at your side, but he won’t be happy about it. At least not in any way he’ll show you. At least he might be able to convince Genya to leave the corps to help take care of you while he’s away on missions…

Gyomei

Gyomei cries when he hears of your fate. He cries for your children and the ancestors who have suffered the guilt of passing on this curse to their own children. He had no plans to marry, to bear his own children, but how could he let you suffer? If none of the others will take their place by your side, you can count on Gyomei. He will ease your pain and care for you as best as he can with the life he leads.

Muichiro

Muichiro isn’t a candidate. If not only for his age, but also with how dazed and distracted he is. You need to be saved sooner than later so you can’t wait for him. That doesn’t mean he won’t support you and your chosen husband…at least when he remembers…

Obanai

Obanai knows what it’s like to be bound by the fate given to you by your family. He also knows what it is to be freed. He dreams of a life where you’re all free, where he can live his life in peace with Mitsuri…and you. He hesitates to accept a role, to fight for the role of your husband because of his love for her. It’s not fair to either of you and he knows that. It doesn’t stop him from wanting though. It’s only at Mitsuri’s insistence though that he accepts the challenge. After all, they have enough love for more than each other and if Tengen can hold multiple spouses, why can’t he?

Giyuu

Giyuu has been in love with you since you met and spoke kindly to him, but he’s not sure he can bear the weight of more death. If marrying him does not save you, could he bear it? Could you bear it if he has to go through with the promise he made in return for Nezuko’s life? He carefully weighs the potential trauma to you both. Still, he will admit, that he will try. He wants to try. If only to be able to hold you once…

Kyojuro

Kyojuro has mourned for your fate, for the choices that your family has made to bring you to this. He’s not even sure you want any of them, but he knows how the others feel. He knows how he feels. He won’t allow the curse to claim you. Not when he can take his place at your side. The future is undetermined, but with a simple action, he can try to ensure that you get to see yours. Isn’t that worth enough?

Tengen

Tengen has been intrigued by you since you met. You’re different from his wives, more delicate, and when he is informed about your curse, he understands why. When he hears that you must be married to cure yourself from the curse, he speaks to his wives. Something like this is not merely a decision he can make on his own. When they approve, when his wives ask for your hand as well, to care for you in their fold, he approaches the challenge with relish. After all, it’s obvious he’s the best choice, is it not? He’ll prove it. Whatever it takes.

#demon slayer imagines #asks #princessmahle #meekermoo #kny headcanons #sanemi x reader #gyomei x reader #giyuu x reader #obanai x reader #tengen x reader #kyojuro x reader

[reticent-writer]

imagine reader, muzan’s wife (aka: his only true equal. he gave her so much of his blood it almost killed them both), betrays him and joins the demon slayer corps after regaining her humanity (u can decide how that happens). since she’s his only true equal, he has no control over her whatsoever like with other demons, and he cannot read her mind. he’s absolutely heartbroken and upset when she betrays him. she joins the trio + rengoku on the mugen train without their knowledge. she saves rengoku’s life with her blood demon art and kills akaza. but…even after all that, can the trio and rengoku trust her? after all, she’s just as powerful as muzan and came out of nowhere to help…. (tanjiro and nezuko are on her side for sure; he can smell that she’s being honest about ‘wanting to make up for the things she did before she regained her humanity’. rengoku is grateful for her help, but overall…he is suspicious.) she leaves before the sunlight can reach her, and everyone is left wondering about her….

A/n: Sorry this took so long, summer has been kicking my ass more than school. coincidently I have a story like this in mind except with Muzan's son and the mother has brain damage.

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You married Muzan while he was still human

When the doctor turned him into a demon you like the amazing wife you are took the same medicine so that you could be a demon with him

For centuries you and Muzan have lived and loved together

You had followed him blinded and caused many deaths

When he created the moons he got more hostile

he had changed completely and even threatened to kill you

The first time that he hit you was out of rage after a meeting with the moons

He had slapped your head clean off, it hurt like hell

he regrated it but he didn't say anything

You had decided he had gone too far and needed to be stopped

After that you left for close to 10 years, you had started speaking to the current head of the Ubuyashiki's, Kagaya

You had told the young head many secrets, you confessed about every crime that you had committed

He had forgiven you and welcomed you into his family with open arms (after consulting his family of course)

although you never met any of the Hashira you know of them

and currently you were following Akaza after Muzan ordered him to kill the boy with the hanafuda earings

You were at the edge of the forest, judging to see if the fight was going to end in the flame Hashira's death.

You watched as the slayers fought with his whole heart. His speech really set your heart ablaze, you almost missed your time to intervene.

"Akaza, I am so sorry." You whispered into his ear as you teleported behind him. You cut off the arm that was heading towards the hashira's stomach and stabbed your nails into his neck, giving him a lot of your blood. (Muzan's and your blood don't mix and cause the body to implode or in a demons case their body disintegrates)

"Ma'am?" That was all Akaza could say before he is body went away with the wind.

You took a deep breath before looking at the astonished faces looking back at you.

"A DEMON KILLING A DEMON. WHAT'S HAPPENING" A boy with yellow hair screeched from the side of the train.

After that you had gained the respect of the Hashira (with the exception of a few *cough cough Obanai and Sanemi*)

Rengoku is very thankful that you saved his life but it also conflicted cause he was saved by a demon

Tanjiro trusts you, he knows you are genuine with everything you say

Nezuko is adorable, she always runs and hugs you when she sees you

Your kids with Muzan never lived long so being around the siblings was very refreshing

Inosuke wants to fight you, he always loses and hates it but he hates the fact that you hold back even more

Zenitsu is afraid of you, he avoids you at all costs

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#female reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #muzan x reader #kimitsu no yaiba x reader #reticent writes #reticent writer

[demonslayedher]

The joke that started this whole Low-Key Married AU, and the outline of it, though I sure have a whole more tagged in this AU now. It's kind of addictive.

I had a sudden need for more content, but my ability to draw is nowhere to be found. Follow me under the cut for a couple more snippets about married Pillars going to and from work.

SEE, I TOLD YOU MY DRAWING ABILITY IS MISSING

I just....... needed to get the idea out of my head so I could find some peace, and this is what I got.

I'll just write up the last one, because it's been in my head longer and I am certain I cannot draw it: It's the morning (or whatever time they wake up) after one of their rare chances to sleep together. Shinobu has to be on her way first, so she quietly tries to leave the futon without disturbing Giyuu.

He drowsily pulls her back, and she has to push and fight him, insisting she has to go to work, but even in a half-awake state he vastly overpowers her so her poking and shoving isn't doing much to free her from his cuddle. He's impeding her mission, she argues.

That much was supposed to be cute, but then in the next panel, she takes a more serious, kind of angry tone that gets Giyuu's attention. "This is against Corp rules, Tomioka-san."

He silently relents, and she gets out of bed and immediately focused on work as usual.

(Yeah, in this AU, Shinobu still totally has that plan for killing Douma, but Giyuu doesn't know that. Yet. Also, this is totally a throw back to the worst argument they've had to date, with Shinobu finding out about Nezuko and the seen on Mt. Natagumo playing out the same, but with way more betrayal and pain and guilt behind the words.)

(See? That is why I am so stuck on this AU. It is sweet and salty.)

#GiyuShino Low Key Married AU #my dumb art #very dumb #giyushino #giyu x shinobu #tomioka giyu #tomioka giyuu #kocho shinobu #kochou shinobu #I have a lot of Shinobu posts lately hmm #she is my queen after all

[venuscrashed]

Demon Slayer x Demon S/O

He only gave you a chance because of his sister.

He was about to kill you when he saw you in the forest near a town but Nezuko stopped him.

He tends to sleep in the day so he can see you at night.

If there’s any places where you can’t go he’ll go to you. You guys established a message system.

He doesn’t care how you look in your demon form, just that you don’t eat people.

Will give you his clothes so you can think about him during the day or when he can’t see you.

Knows that you’re there to protect him when ever he gets in a fight.

Loves to kiss, hug, cuddle. It’s even better when you have more than two hands.

If you’re an upper moon he’ll try to be more careful but also try to get information on Muzan.

Will marry you right there if you help his sister.

Will try to see the good side of demons because of you.

Was scared to death when he first meet you. He started crying right then and there when he heard you’re footsteps.

was begging for his life but froze when you came up and hugged him from behind.

Was still a bit (lot) scared but eventually warmed up to you.

Stops hitting on women for you. (His friends say thank you)

Whenever he’s scared for a mission he gets his bird to call you so you can go with him.

Will always cling to you.

You help him kill demons while he’s awake.

Will cry and cling to you after saying how he was scared.

If anyone insults you he’s standing up for you.

Will try to get you ti eat human food, he’s to drakes out by blood.

Wants to run away with you to a quiet, peaceful place.

He started to try and fight you the first day you guys met.

Keyword: try. You were pushing him away with just your foot.

He wouldn’t calm down. So you knocked him out. Once he woke up you tried to leave but he held on to your arm.

He’s emotionally attached to you now.

Will brag about you to everyone. Saying how you’re stronger and better and better looking.

If you fight a demon for him and you win. He’s proposing.

Loves to work out with you.

Will go out and hunt for you. Brings meat, no humans sadly, but will get you the best he could.

You have to keep him on a leash, this man is trying to fight everyone and everything.

Hates when you leave. He try’s to get the backpack Tanjiro has but remembers he hates backpacks.

Defiantly showed up wearing your clothes. (The rest wants you to give him more clothes.)

He will try to convince you to let him go to Muzan. It fails, obviously.

But he’ll make up to you by getting you more food.

Try’s to get you to play house with him.

You’re his spouse now and will kick everyone else out so you guys can be married alone.

If you’re one of the twelve he’s over the moon.

But if you’re not, it’s fine, he’ll just give you his powers.

Will give you to best clothes that are soft and made from silk.

Doesn’t want you hunting. He’s your husband he can do that for you.

When people go up the mountain he’ll let you hunt them but only if you check up on him here and there.

Created a message system with the string.

Loves to just lay there and cuddle during the day.

Hates having yo go to meetings. Much rather stay home and have dinner with you.

Doesn’t expect you to be a housewife kinda of spouse but wouldn’t mind.

If your stronger than him and can easily beat him in a fight…you’re going to get married after every fight.

Should make a fic based off of this?

#x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x male reader #x male y/n #x reader #x ftm reader #x fem!reader #x mtf reader #demon slayer x reader #tanjiro x reader #zenitsu x reader #inosuke x reader #rui x reader #headcanon #venuscrashed

[capobegone]

Unhinged Kimetsu Academy Headcanons

-Muzan and Kagaya are cousins. They despise each other. They are forced to be civil when the extended family gets together around the holidays, and have an unspoken agreement that they have to pretend to get along for the sake of their relatives. Kagaya is much better at this than Muzan. Amane holds her tongue, but she and Kagaya talk mad shit in the car on the way home.

-Mitsuri is going to art school, and desperately wants to student-teach in Tengen’s art class. He always refuses, mainly out of a very warranted fear that his students will like her better than him. 

-When Kyojuro’s hearing is having an especially bad day, he can really struggle to speak to Obanai, who is soft spoken and wears a mask, so Kyojuro cannot read his lips. They will get stuck in loops of “what? Sorry, what?”, and Kyojuro feels bad about making Obanai take his mask off, so sometimes he’ll ask Obanai to write things down or just sign to him instead.

-When it gets especially cold outside, Tanjiro will force Inosuke to accept his coat by yammering about how much he appreciated him and how sad he would be if Inosuke caught a cold. If he gets flustered and giddy enough, Inosuke will agree to wear the coat so Tanjiro will be happy.

-During Zenitsu’s first week at the academy, he referred to the Ubuyashikis as “Beauty and the Beast”, and was overheard by Amane. Upon reporting this to Kagaya, she was shocked to find that instead of calling for discipline, Kagaya laughed his ass off for ten minutes straight and immediately adopted the nicknames. To this day, he still calls her Beauty when trying to tease her, and they have matching keychains of the enchanted rose on their work bags.

-Because he is polite, respectful, and capable of beating a grown man’s ass into the pavement if needed, many girls will approach Hakuji for protection if they are scared to walk home alone. One time he escorted Nezuko home when Tanjiro had a doctor’s appointment, and Kie rewarded him with enough bread to last him and Koyuki a week.

-Hakuji is mortified by the way he used to harass Kyojuro for a fight as a middle schooler. After marrying Koyuki, he has cleaned up his ways and become quite the gentleman, and he copes by lying to himself that the teachers have forgotten all about it. Unbeknownst to him, Kyojuro is quite excited for Hakuji to graduate so they can finally have a good old spar between martial artists.

-The Ubuyashikis are fully aware that Nakime is a spy for Kibutsuji. Kagaya lets her stay, because she has never once uncovered anything remotely useful, and he knows that she’s just a bit down on her luck and looking for a place to belong. He has faith that someday she’ll realize the error of her ways and abandon Muzan’s regime of terror. Amane is not convinced, and actively takes any chance she can get to thwart Nakime’s casual espionage.

-Tengen loves to watch anime, being the art nerd and flashy bastard that he is. His favorite is Jojo’s Bizzare Adventure, and he often tries to peer pressure Kyojuro into watching it. Kyojuro tends to have a hard time following what on earth is happening in that show, but he does enjoy some of the more tame ones.

-Following the Halloween festival, Kokushibo developed a casual interest in cooking. He’s gotten quite good with a bit of practice. Rumor has it that he makes an extremely good curry, and it’s become Yoriichi’s favorite.

y’all I have so many thoughts about this lmfaooo somebody SEDATE ME

#I care them #kimetsu academy #kimetsu gakuen #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kagaya ubuyashiki #rengoku kyojuro #akaza #muzan kibutsuji #uzui tengen #obanai iguro #mitsuri kanroji #kamado tanjiro #inosuke hashibira #zenitsu agatsuma #ubuyashiki amane #nakime #kokushibo #kamado nezuko

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Can I request Yandere Rin with a Female Tanjiro Reader? She can smell he’s Half Demon, but rather fear or hate him she treats him the same, with kindness like everyone else (She tells him it’s because she can tell he’s not a bad person, as he doesn’t have the scent of malice, evil nor death like the demons she’s encountered)

Especially since he’s the son of the Demon King, (He though she was going to hate him but she explains that it’s a completely different Demon King that massacred her family, and just because he’s Half Demon, she’s won’t take her anger out on him, because it wasn’t him that killed her family, so why should he pay for that?)

Rin likes Nezuko since she’s so nice to him as well, but in a platonic ‘big brother’ way (He was ready to start bawling when Reader told him that Nezuko is comfortable with him because she already sees him as ‘family’)

Yandere Rin x Tanjiro Reader

While that’d be cute I don’t think Rin being a demon would be much of a problem for you

If you’re transported into the world of the Blue exorcist

The ‘demons’ you’re dealing with are very very different

And technically they’re nowhere near the same level of danger

Rin’s demon king isn’t the same as Muzan and thus they have a different smell

A different kind of exorcism

One that you’re sympathetic to 

Here you can learn a spirit’s deepest fears and exorcise them with kindness

A luxury you don’t have in your world

But leave it to Rin to be ecstatic to have a fellow friendly swordsman 

You both get along so well 

An ultimate sunshine duo that quickly becomes the heart of your friend group 

You’re both so fluffy and soft that they sometimes forget the actual origin of their friend

“Oi oi (Y/n) said not to bother them. So you’re not going to bother Nezukuro…Right?!” 

He’s protective of you and Nezukuro

He does cry when your demon brother puts his little hand on his

That’s obvious permission to marry you

Isn’t just perfect 

The sweet katana exorcist with the half-demon blue exorcist

He can see it now 

All he’s got to do is protect you 

You’re so soft, so kind

It just awakens that possessive half-demon in him

#yandere rin okumura #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yanderes #yandere #yandere rin #yandere blue exorcist #yandere ao no excorcist #yandere blue exorcist x demonslayer