#Akaza is living his dream here

[capobegone]

The fact that Upper Moon 3 is SIGNIFICANTLY taller than Upper Moon 2 in the original informational diagram in the manga is so funny to me omg😭 Get shrunk silly man

#Akaza is living his dream here #Teeny tiny Douma. Stinky man #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #akaza #douma #kny manga

[dahliamalfoy97]

THRONE- Douma au, Douma x reader x a little bit of Akaza

Synopsis: the reader is a devoted follower of the demon Prince Douma and is helplessly in love with him and simply just wants to please him. Eventually Akaza joins in on the fun.

Warning: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, very kinky and very hardcore smut so please proceed with caution. Dacryphilia, masochist kink, exhibitionist kink, Praise kink, Degrading kink, choking, slapping, spitting, blowjobs, oral sex, penetration, double penetration, anal sex, murder, all sorts of dirty things so again please proceed with caution. And please enjoy!

You made your way to the throne room, with the prince's favorite dinner. You were a servant of Prince Douma, the current heir to the Demon Kingdom.

He had kidnapped you from your family and had forced you to serve him however he pleased. But to be honest your family had been horrible and had been close to selling you a sex slave in order to make a living. But before they could do that. Prince Douma had invaded your home, slaughtered your family and took you in as his own personal servant. But unlike your family, all you had to do for him was serve him food, run errands and sometimes kill people for him. He never touched you in anyway. And provided you with the finest clothes. All made of silk. And despite him being your captor, you couldn't help but be grateful to him. He had saved you.

He had a reputation for being evil, killing for fun. A true devil. But you never saw him as that. Actually you kind of got off on his sadistic side. Something about his dark side drew you to him. You found yourself often dreaming about him at night. Wanting to serve him in other ways.

You'd do anything for him.

Right now you wore a red silk kimono. His favorite color. There were slits for both legs to slide through. Your breasts peaked through the neckline, and a sash barely kept you clothed. You wanted to take your service to the next level. Your long hair was done up in a messy bun so your neck was exposed.

His eyes immediately focused on you, the minute you entered. Those rainbow eyes scanned you up and down shamelessly, as he sat in his usual casual position. Legs spread out, laid back, and his elbow perched on the armrest. While his face rested in the palm of his hand. His silver hair fell in waves to his waist. He was dressed in a red sweater , a white kimono and red silky pants. He was beautiful in a deadly way. Like a snake luring you into his trap. But you weren't afraid. Nothing would stop the unhealthy rapid way your heart pounded in your chest.

"Hello little lamb," he greets in that musical lilt of his.

"Hello, my Lord ," you bowed your head as you nearer the steps to his throne.

"You are dressed quite lovely today," he notes, "red is my favorite color and I love it even more now seeing it on you."

"Thank you, my Lord."

"But I didn't summon you, so what brings you here?"

You bite your lip, "I want to serve you better, my lord."

You glance up to see his eyes widen with curiosity, "but you are already my best servant."

You can't help but blush, "I think you're being modest."

He tilts his head, rainbow irises turning into crescents, "I mean you do everything I tell you without hesitation or complaint- despite what I did to your family."

"My family deserved their face," you said protest, "you saved me, honestly."

At this he laughs, "ever so gracious too, and brave. Most humans would fear me, especially with my appetite for blood and other things. But you? You look at me like I hung the moon and stars in the sky, and I can't help but find you adorable. So as in a thanks to being my most loyal servant, I will reward you, tell me do you want new dresses? Money?"

You shake your head, taking a bold step up the steps that lead up to his throne, he watches with newfound interest and amusement. But something else flashed in those vibrant eyes.

Once you get to the top, you kneel down in between his legs, "no, my lord dresses and money will never compare to giving you great pleasure if you let me."

He reaches forward gripping your chin, with a thoughtful expression, heat coursed through your veins at the mere touch. All it took was one simple touch and you knew you were a mess down below. You ached for him in places that no man had gone before. "Just know if you do this, you're forever bound to me. Which means your soul, your pussy, everything, belongs to me. For all eternity."

You nod, "I know that's all I want. All I've ever wanted was to be yours."

"That's awfully, bold but you've never been a meek one, i know you crave my darkness," he says, his normally tenor voice just slightly lower, his hand caresses you cheek softly, tracing down to your exposed neck, a predatory grin surfaces that shoots straight to your throbbing core. You bite your lip.

"Please my lord," you plead softly, "I'd do anything for you."

"Anything? Hmm?"

You nod.

"Would you kill for me?"

"Absolutely."

He chuckles, "would you die for me?"

"Of course."

"And would you sell your soul, possibly become a demon in order to be with me?"

"Is that even a question?"

"Well?" He pushes, his hand trailing back up to your chin, his thumb brushing along the bottom of your lip.

"Fuck yes," you hiss.

He laughs, pleased, "good, than you may proceed, little lamb. Please me and I might reward you."

You nod eagerly, you trail your hand up his thigh, continuing until you reach your destination. You palm him through the silky fabric. To your surprise he's already hard underneath your touch. Massive too. You glance up at him wide eyes in shock.

"Yes, little lamb, that's what you do to me every day, you're not the only one that wants this, especially when you're wearing my favorite color. Making me want you even more."

With this new found encouragement, you hastily undo his buckle. Tugging his pants down, you grip his hard length and pull it out. Gripping it with your small hands. His mere size was alone to make your mouth water. Long, thick and veiny. You stroke him, feeling him, mesmerized by the hot heavy feeling.

"Like what you see?" He chuckles, those bright orbs teasing.

“Absolutely,” you murmur, “you’re massive.”

Slowly, you bend your head down and take his head in his mouth. He hitches a breath when run the seam of your lips long his crown. Up and down in a teasing manner. His hands lace with your hair to pull it out of your face. But they remain there in tight grip. You feel him pulsing in your hand as you slowly lick down the side of his shaft and back up again before going up to suck the tip in lightly, causing his precum to leak out to which you immediately flick your tongue over to taste. Letting his salty cum coat your tongue.

“You’re doing so well,” he praises. You continue this light teasing of grazing his shaft with your lips and going back to suck on his tip, soft moans falling out of his lips as he stares at you. His usual rainbow irises have darkened with lust. You continue to gather precum and saliva to slide it up and down his cock. Gripping the base of his cock you bring in the tip even further into your mouth. Slacking your jaw so you can take him in further. His thick girth stretching your lips wide, as continuing to suck his crown and sucking the underside of his cock. Glancing up, he was turning into a moaning mess. You stroke him as you continue to play with him, sucking and licking along his length. Letting your teeth graze his hot veins lightly, causing him to groan.

“Who knew that the little lamb would be such a fucking tease.”

You look at him wide with innocent eyes but there’s a small smirk. Focusing back on his cock, you force yourself to take it in deeper. Choking slightly at the stretch. You pull off only to take him in some more, finally when it seems like he’s in all the way, to where he hits the back of your throat, you begins bobbing your head up and down. Gagging each you go all the way down. Your nose hitting his pubic bone. His moans going higher and becoming more loud encourage you to go faster.

“Fuck, that’s a good little lamb,” his cracks slightly. “Your mouth is made for my cock. It takes it so well.”

His words of praise shoot straight to your core. You reach between your skirt. To which you have no panties underneath which catches his attention. Watching as you start to play with yourself.

“Does your pretty little cunt need some attention too, little lamb?”

You only can hum in response.

“Do you want me to fuck your needy pussy?”

Again you can only hum for your mouth is stuffed full, he tsks in disapproval. Without warning he roughly yanks your head off his cock, chuckling as a string of saliva connected to your lips and his cock. Before his gaze darkens.

“I asked you a question, slut.”

You whimper as he degrades you in that musical lilt of his. He grips your chin roughly. Before forcefully pushing your mouth back on his cock, pushing your head all the way down, causing you to gag. Tears stream down at the sudden brutality but it only turned you on even more to see the true sinister look in his eyes. To see that usual smiling face shift into something dark and cunning.

“What can’t answer because your mouth is too full of my cock?” He mocks. Yanking your head up and then forcing it down again. Seeming to get pure satisfaction of you struggling to take his cock each time. “What a pathetic slut.”

He begins thrusting up into your mouth. The back of his hitting the back of your throat harshly. Not letting you adjust at all, he laughs when you gag and cry, not letting up on his brutal assault on your mouth.

He grips your throat squeezing slightly with his long hands, causing you to choke at the sudden lack of air.

“It’s so fûcking entertaining seeing you choke on my cock, your tears also turn me on so much.” He smirks. “ you cry so pretty for me.”

You’re dripping now, you could feel your arousal pooling on the ground at his rough manhandling.

“Are dripping down there?” He taunts, “I can smell your arousal. Tell me, do you like me being rough with you and using you like the dirty whore you are ?”

“Mhfffm”

He chokes you again, “I can’t hear slut, you’re mouth is full. Didn’t your parents ever teach you to not talk with your mouth full?”

You whimper at his words, loving how he taunted you.

Soon he’s shooting down your mouth, tugging you off of him. Forcing your mouth open, “fûcking swallow everything.”

You immediately obey making sure to swallow every drop and morsel of his cum. Then opening your mouth wide to show him.

He smirks, “good girl. Now get up and strip for me.“

You shakily stand up, and begin stripping. Slowly. Teasing him even further. Smirking at the way his eyes darken again. Noticing he was still fully dressed aroused you even more. Soon you are completely bare before him.

“No panties and no bra,” he muses, resting his chin in his hands taking you in lazily but that darkness lingered in those rainbow depths. “What a slut for practically strutting around my castle naked, begging to be fucked.”

“I only did this for you, my Lord,” you reply softly.

His grin widens, “of course you did. Because you’re not just a slut. You’re my slut.”

He stands up, sheds out of his own clothes and stalks to you like a predator assessing his prey. He’s beautifully pale. Every inch of him seems to be perfectly molded, from his well muscled chest, to his thin waist and thick thighs and long hard cock, that stood angrily and taut against his stomach. Your mouth waters at how beautiful he is. His hand caresses your your cheek, running along your neck and down your tits. He runs a finger over the hardened nubs. Pinching between his finger and thumb.

“So fucking gorgeous,” suddenly he’s behind you. Pressing your backside against his naked front. Pushing his hard cock against your ass. You moan feeling it poke and taunt you. He presses you against him. Biting you ear, smirking when you writhe against him, crying out. His hands run down your front caressing your tits, teasing them as he kneeds them before continuing a path down to your aching cunt.

“P-please my Lord,” you plead breathlessly.

“Please what ?” He taunts. “What do you want slut?”

“Please fuck me,” you whimper, “I need you to fuck me.”

“Hmm let me think about it,” he hums, “I think I want to tease you more. I love feeling trapped against me. Writhing like a helpless little lamb, waiting so desperately to be devoured. It makes me feel so good and so powerful.”

“Please,” you beg.

“But I’m not done playing with you yet,” with out warning he begins teasing your clit with his fingers. Rubbing it, causing you to buck and squirm against him. “So helplessly wet,” he chuckles darkly. “I bet I don’t even need to prep you. I can slide my cock into you with ease because you’re so wet and willing for me.”

To taunt you even more, he slides his cock in between your thighs. Running it back and forth along your aching seams. But not enough to go in. It was pure torture the way he teased your pussy. You were aching for him and he knew it, yet he continued to torture you with his cock.

“Please,” you sob on the verge of losing whatever insanity you had left. This man was driving you crazy. Crazy with need and desire. “Just fuck me already.”

Chuckling he ignores your plea, abruptly inserting a long finger into your walls. You instantly cry at the sudden intrusion. But with your wetness, your cunt sucked him in easily.

“See? You don’t need to be prepped. You’re all ready for me to fuck.”

You have no chance to breath or speak as he suddenly slides into you all in one go. Not giving your tight walls any chance to adjust before he immediately starts to drill into you. Instantly, you become a sobbing mess as he slams into you with such brutal, animalistic speed. Nothing human in the way he moves. Harsh and unforgiving. Relentless hard thrusts.

“Ohmygodohmygod,” you sob, reaching out to hold into something. But there was nothing but him to hold you up. He had full security and control of your body.

“You are so fûcking tight for me,” he grunts. “Such a perfect little plaything for me to fuck and destroy. I’m going to fuck pussy every day. Going to fuck it dumb so all it can think about is me and how I make it feel.”

“Please,” you mumble, “please use me as your plaything. Please my lord, fuck me dumb,”

He chuckles darkly, “of course you want me to fuck you stupid, because you’re nothing but a desperate little slut. My slut to fuck.”

He continues ramming into you without mercy, he wraps his hand around your throat again squeezing.

“Repeat after me,” he demands. “Say you’re my slut to fuck.”

But all you can manage is garbled words as he cuts off your airway. Which is he wants so he can mock and torture you some more.

He lets go of your throat, slapping your face, “fûcking answer me bitch. You’re my slut to fuck.”

“Y-you’re my slut to fuck,” you repeat, drunk and out of your mind.

He cackles before choking you again, “wrong words, sweetheart. Try that again. You’re my slut to fuck.”

“I’m your slut to fuck!” You scream out.

“There you go, there’s a good slut, my slut,” he slows his pace slightly, torturing you with slow strokes going deeper and deeper. As if he’s searching for something, you immediately moan and he smirks, knowing he’s found it. “You take my cock so well. I can feel you clenching around me, so I know you’re close, sweetheart.”

All you can do is nod.

“Beg for me to let you cum,” he orders, choking you again.

“Please,” you plead once more. “Let me cum.”

With a smirk, he quickens his pace, before bringing his mouth to the corner of your neck. Fangs graze your skin, before sinking in. You scream out the delicious pain of his bite and his hard thrusts of pleasure send you into a crashing wave of pleasure. You feel him releasing into you, hot and heavy. Filling your hole with every inch of his cum.

With a flash he detaches his mouth. He picks up and throws you onto his throne, he positions you so you’re sitting facing him. He yanks at your legs pushing them up so they’re perched on the armrests and you’re stretched and exposed for him to see. He’s quickly sinking to his knees, pulling you forward so you’re sitting on the edge. He runs a finger along your swollen wet clit.

“What a delicious sight, all ready for me to eat.” Instantly, he’s on you. Lapping and sucking in your clit, devouring you like a starving man. “So fûcking delicious,” he growls, against your clit his rainbow irises fix on you, never letting up as he eats you out. You cry out and arch your back at the overwhelming pleasure for you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“Douma,” you choke in between moans. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he growls. “As a demon, I can never go to heaven, but fuck, you are my heaven. My little dirty Angel. You taste so fucking divine and your pretty little noises are my salvation. I am never letting you go and I will never stop devouring this pussy. I can’t get enough.”

And you get lost in the overwhelming pleasure of him feasting on you with such fervor, you can’t help but grind on his face. Wanting as much friction. Desperate for that release again. It’s when he inserts two fingers that you completely lose it, once again being overstimulated by his tongue and his fingers curling within you, stretching you out again- you don’t notice the doors to the throne room opening, footsteps sound, causing you both to freeze and look at the intruder.

“Who dares to interrupt my meal?” Douma demands in annoyance. But you push his face down to continue. Not wanting him to stop. His rainbow irises flicker with pride and obeys your command, he resumes his feast on your cunt.

You watch in amusement as the stranger continues to walk in. It was one of his followers. But there was so many of them, that you couldn’t remember his name but that didn’t matter.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” the follower stammers, “but we have an emergency.”

“And what is this emergency?” You press, in a mocking manner. Grinding your hips shamelessly on Douma’s mouth. You could feel your high building with each thrust of his tongue and fingers.

“Prince Akaza is here,” the idiot keeps his gaze averted and looking on the ground.

“Tell him he can wait,” you speak. “We’re are a bit busy at the moment.”

“Who are you to give orders? Human?” The follower hisses. “Just because you’re warming the Prince’s bed doesn’t mean you can give orders.”

Douma stills and turns to glare at the man, “that is your Queen you’re disrespecting, if she tells you we are busy and that royal asshole can wait then I suggest you fucking listen and show some fucking respect!”

“But but-“

“Fuck off,” you snap, pissed that you’re orgasm was being delayed by some idiot.

“But-“

You pick up the dagger that’s sitting on the table next to the throne and hurl it at the follower. It imbeds itself in his throat causing him to choke and for blood to fill up. He claws at his throat in weak attempts to get it out but ends up ripping it out and falling to the floor in heap. Lifeless.

“Sorry he was getting on my nerves,” you look down at Douma who’s staring at you with intent, suddenly feeling shy at what you had done.

He grips your chin and pulls you into a kiss, “don’t apologize, sweetheart. You had every right to kill that fucker, he was disrespecting you. And interrupting our time together and you handled it perfectly.”

Your eyes widen, “really?”

“Yes. You’re fûcking sexy being all cold and demanding. Being ruthless and unforgiving. You’re everything I need as my Queen.”

“Then I’m not sorry for killing him.”

“How did it feel?” He questions softly, going to sink fingers in your cunt again, causing you to arch and writhe against his fingers.

“So fûcking good,” you moan.

He grins, “Atta girl!”

That’s all it takes for you to come undone around his fingers. But that doesn’t stop him from lapping up your cum from your cunt. Sucking all of your juices with a satisfying hum.

Suddenly, he’s manhandling you once more. Picking you up and sitting down with you on his lap, “go ahead and ride me, Sweetheart.”

You nod happily, as you hook your legs around his waist, straddling him. You take a hold of his still hard cock and line it up with your slit, teasing him lightly. Before sinking down onto him in one go. You sit for a moment, reveling in the way he stretches you out in this new position. You could feel every vein and inch of his skin against yours. You swirl your hips a little wanting to feel every inch of him stretch you out.

“God,” you moan in a shaky breath.

“That’s right, I am your god,” he cooes, tauntingly. “Now take your god’s cock and worship it with that deliciously tight cunt of yours. “

You smirk as you begin riding him, going jo and down his shaft, taking him in deeper with each bounce. You’re smirk falling into moan as you continue to fuck yourself on him. You lean forward connecting your lips with his, capturing them in a hungry, needy kiss. To encouraged with his own. Your tongues dance in violent battle both of you fighting for dominance but he immediately win. Smirking when you whine in defeat, but also loving how easily he took control of you. You wanted him to have full control. You wanted to give him all your love.

“You feel so amazing squeezing around my cock and you look stunning as you fall apart riding me, I love it,” he murmurs against your lips.

“I love it too,” you whine softly, your movements slowing down as you can feel yourself tiring and shaking around him, “I love you, Douma.”

He laughs and starts fucking up into you, gripping your hips tightly, to help brace you.

“Of course you do, I love you too.”

The doors the throne room open again but neither of you stop. Not wanting to be interrupted again.

“Don’t stop,” Douma growls, choking you again as he repeatedly slams into you from below. Let him watch how good I own this pussy.”

You moan and choke in response.

“Of course this is why you’re ignoring me,”’a deep annoyed voice calls out. This one more bold and cocky than the other intruder. “Ignoring your Princely duties to fuck a whore. How typical of you Douma.”

“That’s right she is my whore and not yours, Akaza,” Douma taunts, you, yourself can’t help but smirk. Glancing a smug grin over your shoulder at the other demon Prince. Something like disgust and slight arousal flickers in those yellow eyes of his.

“Well I can’t blame you,” Akaza says indifferently. But his eyes are dark with lust. “She’s fûcking stunning.”

“That’s because this whore, is My Queen, and she’ll be ruling by my side from now on.”

“I see,” Akaza murmurs. “Well I’ll come back to talk you again when you’re finished.”

“You sure you don’t want to join us?” Douma mocks. “You sure to be enjoying the show. She’ll probably happily take another cock. Isn’t that right, my little lamb?”

The purple haired demon prince is behind you in a flash, palming his hard tent through his pants. He was hot too, with pale skin and blue markings running down his face and exposed torso.

“Do you want me to?” He asks, taking your chin and forcing you to look af him as Douma lazily continues to pound into you below.

You nod, “yes. Yes please.”

He smirks, “well since you beg so nicely.”

You watch with half kids as he pulls his cock out of his pants. He lifts his fingers to your mouth.

“Suck,” he orders.

You oblige, taking his fingers into your mouth sucking on them and coating them with your saliva. He shoves them in deep, causing you to choke and your eyes do water. He removes them only to pry your mouth open again and spits in your mouth. You immediately swallow. He grins darkly.

“Isn’t she a perfect little slut?” Douma cooes, bucking his hips into you a little more brutal this time. Causing you to scream, your voice hoarse.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Akaza growls, he begins stroking his cock with your saliva coating his hands. He reaches in between where your cunt and Douma’s cock meet. Gathering the cum that is forming around and using it to brush along your asshole, feeling it eagerly flutter at his touch. Then he slowly begins pushing a finger in.

“Oh fuck,” you both hiss together.

“You’re so fucking warm and tight, Princess,” Akaza growls, “I can’t wait to stretch this pretty pink hole out and make it bleed.”

You whimper at his lewd words only turning you on even more. Plus Douma was still fucking your pussy relentlessly. He enters another finger, and then a third your hole scissoring and stretching you out even more.

“You want that hmm?” Akaza smirks, “you want me to make this tight little hole bleed?”

“Yes, please,” you sob.

He laughs, “so pathetic”.

Douma brings you in for a kiss just as Akaza line his tip at your hole, before slamming into you at full force. You immediately fall apart as your stuffed completely. Douma in your pussy and Akaza in your ass. Both destroying your insides without any of mercy.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck,” you scream, “I’m so full-feels so fucking good.”

“Such a greedy little cock slut, begging to be stuffed with two cocks? What mine isn’t enough? You need his too?” Douma laughs cruelly, “what a fucking greedy little bitch.”

You whine in protests.

“That’s right, scream for us,” Akaza growls, “scream so everyone can hear what a little cock whore you are.”

Soon enough, the overwhelming pleasure of being filled with two cocks and two demons manhandling you with such brutality, the pleasure becomes too much and you’re coming around them.

“That’s right, make a mess,” Douma laughs. “Cum all over us.”

Soon Douma is shooting his own load into you, you both watch in satisfaction as it fills you up. After a few more grunts and thrusts. Akaza follows soon after, not wasting a single second emptying his seed into your asshole. When demons are satisfied with you being filled to the brim with their cum, they pull out. You immediately feel yourself clenching at sudden emptiness, wanting to be filled again but your body was too tired to go again. Even though you knew you’d let them fuck you unconscious if you could.

“Thanks for joining us, Akaza,” you murmur tiredly.

“Looks like I’ll have to visit you two more often,” Akaza grunts, as he tucks himself back in his pants.

“You’re welcome anytime,” Douma says.

Shortly, Akaza leaves, Douma presses a soft kiss on your forehead before scooping you up.

“You did so well for me, my little lamb, now let’s get you cleaned up.”

#Douma #Douma smut #douma x reader #doumaxreaderxakaza #douma x akaza #akaza x you #akaza demon slayer #akaza smut #kimetsu no yaiba douma #smut #demon slayer #upper moons

[babyzzz]

Hellooo my lovely <3

May I request a NSFW one-shot with Akaza obsessing over a powerful female demon slayer he has come across? We all know he won't fight women but maybe he's been watching her and he's absolutely obsessed with the thought of turning her into a demon so they can fight alongside each other forever. NSFW with Akaza dominating fem reader please :)

hiiii, finally I finished writting. Thank you for being kind and patient with me <3 So, like I said, this got longer than expected, but I tried at it! Hope you enjoy it <3 ah, she is in pillar rank here, hope you don't mind it.

summary: You're a strong and skilled pillar who almost knocks the head off the upper moon 3, and as a result, he becomes immensely obsessed with your skills and… with you. And he won't settle down until you become a demon and make you his.

warnings: dub-con (be cautious), shameless smut, slight masochism, slight (really slight) mention of gore, cunningulus, kind of dry humping, cum in face, kind of blowjob, and more... (sorry for the lots of "howevers")

Of all the memories you had of your mother, the most significant of them – the one that would make you grow up as a cautious person in all aspects of life – were the warnings about the evil that lurked in dark corners and waited for the right moment to attack. She used to say this, always accompanied by one: “The night is made for evil to reveal its true essence.” You didn't know if she just wanted to scare you or it was because she was too protective and always put your safety above anything else.

You never knew, you were only five when she was brutally murdered in broad daylight, contrary to everything she wanted to teach you.

Even though you grew up trying to legitimize all her beliefs, the night became your favorite time after that fateful tragic event. The first night you spent alone and sleepless – away from the pitying eyes of people who cursed your mother's name in life – you discovered that the darkness wasn't as scary as your mother told you, because it was peaceful and calm. Also smelled of dewy earth that penetrated through the cracks in the wood of your house – a detail that you never noticed during your happy and sunny days – and the only sound that cut through the emptiness of the night were the frogs in the lakes, the crickets crouching in the grass from your garden and owls perched on trees in the distance. They were sounds of life continuing its course, not the screams of people's terror and the blood in the throat, choking your mother to death.

However, you kept all the care that an immature and helpless child was capable of having. Perhaps what guaranteed you to survive during all the following years, was your smartness and skills that were emerging as adversity cornered you and you needed to act to escape all of them; like grown men hunting you like you were an animal to throw you into some brothel in the Red Light District because, according to them, you were kind of cute, maybe you brought them some reward, which sounded a red alert in your subconscious reminding you of your mother telling you that as long as she lived, you'd never know what it was like to be in that Red Light District, because that was the place where all the evil things were concentrated. Panic seized, you felt everything around you slowly move and your field of vision became strange, it was as if you could see all the vital points of your pursuers and become invisible to them, making you manage to escape to the forest unnoticed.

Such a skill was only perfected when you learned to focus deeply, and after that, your survival went from being just a hope to something definitive. You could go back to dreaming of a better future, like you did when you were a child and could hide under your mother's wings.

However, even if you dreamed of a good world to live in, you still weren't able to achieve it. Lonely and always living in the forest or by the lakes, you could only hunt and swim. Sometimes, unconsciously, you tried to meet death. You'd immerse yourself in the water and hold your breath until you felt your lungs burn, but from doing that so many times, you acquired another skill: being able to concentrate on your breath and being able to hold it for several minutes. You also liked to throw things, usually rocks, into the lake. With these hobbies, without you knowing it yet, you were already heading towards your good future that you dreamed of and also a prestigious title within a corporation that would make your mother immensely proud.

❅

When the day came when you would be faced with evil incarnate in the form of an indistinguishable being who smelled fresh blood and had a gleam of murderous intent in his eyes, you couldn't lift a finger. Paralyzed with fear, you just closed your eyes in a failed attempt not to see the moment it'd attack you. Before saying goodbye to your dreamed future, you asked your mother to come and save you.

You were saved, not by your mother, though. The guttural scream of that being after the one of a blade tearing the flesh made you open your eyes, making you come across a shocking scene at the very least: the creature cursing as it crumbled into dust, slowly revealing the silhouette of a young woman wielding a sword .

“Are you hurt?” she asked as soon as it had completely vanished into thin air. You answered a barely audible 'no'.

 “Why are you in this demon-infested forest alone? Where do you live?"

"Everywhere, I don't have a fixed place," you replied on automatic, still stunned.

She took your hand firmly but gently, and took you with her. However, you noticed that the scent of fresh blood had not passed, the murderous intent did, but the presence of the second demon was still so poignant that you felt your chest sink. The danger came from this demon, not the one killed by the girl. However, what intrigued you was that this demon didn't interfere, not at least at the time of the other's death, he simply snuck into a dark corner and waited for the other to die before turning around and leaving.

You didn't understand why he intended to murder that demon that was trying to get you. Maybe you should be grateful, but you just couldn't, not when his eyes gleamed with the same evil as the eyes of the man who killed your mother did.

You wished you never saw him again.

But you should have known that life wasn't so kind to you and would never give you that wish.

❅

"For someone who had a haughty posture and oozed arrogance, you look like a frightened kitten now," you said as the blade of your sword scraped the neck of the demon trying to defend himself from your offensive.

“I just wanted to know why those fucking Demon Slayers Corps sent a female pillar to this shitty weakling rescue,” he snapped to himself, using martial arts moves to try to get you to drop the sword.

“What do you have against women, demon?”

“…”

"Reply!" You were angry with him. Was he underestimating you? Why didn't he try to attack you and just dodge your blows?

The kanji in his eyes said he was 3rd in the rank of the 12 moons, meaning he was strong for a fucking lord, so what was the problem with him?

“Look, the sun is about to rise and I'm getting pissed off, so get that fucking sword off my neck. I don’t want to have to hurt you, pillar!” he was looking at you aggressively as you ran at full speed to try to cut his neck again.

Your one-sided fight was making you physically weaker, and although he showed no sign of exhaustion, you could tell from his blood flow that he was getting more tense as the minutes wore on. He was afraid of the sun and not of you.

Damn bastard. You'd make him regret having underestimated you.

But you didn't have time. He finally used an attacking blow against you, knocking you into a tree trunk. You gasped in pain, but you didn't have time to think straight as he was soon cornering you with his own body.

"Let me go!"

"I told you to back out of this fight, but you insisted and it really pissed me off," he spoke dangerously close to your face. His strong arms sported bulging veins, and his bared fangs looked like they were about to rip your flesh apart. You felt a shiver run through your entire body.

However, looking into his eyes, you didn't see that same intention. It wasn't murderous intent, it was just… desperation.

And you hesitated. He noticed your hesitation and took the opportunity to make you drop your sword on the ground.

In a fraction of a second, he walked away from you far enough away that you wouldn't attack him again. He was much faster than you.

“As a reward for this pointless battle, I must commend your skills. You really managed to make me worried, so I apologize for underestimating you at first. Although I don't have much time to ask your name, I ask you not to worry because the next time we meet, I will make you mine and we'll be companions in battle and we'll fight side by side forever.” And without saying anything else, he disappeared into the forest.

“Huh?”

❅

After the confrontation with the upper three, you started to feel watched. Everywhere you went the feeling of stares piercing your back became more and more intense. You even thought about the possibility of only training during the day.

It was too irritating for you to do things while you felt your every move being watched. If you were meditating on a rock, you weren't concentrating on your breath to get into a deep state of relaxation. If you went into the water to swim, you feared looking up to the surface and seeing those demonic eyes smirking at you, hoping you would drown. And if you wielded the sword, you always thought about the possibility of throwing it at a target in the woods and it would suddenly disappear, leaving you totally unarmed.

But most irritating of all, was the feeling of euphoria that having someone stalking you brought you. You knew exactly who was watching you. And you could no longer tell yourself that you just kept training at night, in the same place, purely because you liked the peace that this time brought. Because peace didn't exist anymore and you knew the reason was that you liked being watched by that demon.

It was no longer possible to strangle all the attraction you felt for him. The stupid words reverberated through your mind for days, leaving you angry, frustrated, and… aroused.

“I will make you mine.”

What the fuck did he mean by that? And why did you feel your heart racing every time you remembered him telling you that? And why did he get more and more attractive each time?

You were going crazy. Not just because you were attracted to evil, but because you liked the feeling it brought. Because boredom no longer existed in your life, only the feeling that you were really going crazy for wanting to have more of that feeling. And by that inconsequential desire, your actions were being guided and made you undress completely to enter the lake and with the little sense in your head, you closed your eyes before sliding your hand between your legs, and under moonlight and the demon's insistent watch, you touched yourself to orgasm.

❅

Regret came as soon as you sank into the hot tub. The warm water made you rethink your actions, but you knew it was too late. You saw your stalker really enjoyed the private spectacle you gave him, but he held back enough not to reveal himself.

Now, about the shelter of your home, you could understand the madness that was all, but you couldn't do anything else.

Despite your fear, you returned there the next night. You were hoping he'd appear to you at last – this time, you'd definitely rip his head off.

But, the demon that appeared wasn't him. It was an inferior, who pursued a man.

Too stunned, you didn't pick up the sword the moment you looked into that man's face.

Many years ago, when you were still a child, you saw that same face staring at your mother's dying body on the floor after he had thrust a dagger into her throat.

With your body all tense, you didn't stop the demon's attack.

"Help me..." the man asked you desperately. “I recognize your face… you grew up well… you are as beautiful as your mother…”

You felt anger to see him talking about your mother. He had taken her life and thrown you into the world to your own devices, while he lived his life normally after letting you die too many times to live. For that reason you were not moved by his screams as he was devoured by the demon, nor did you do your work until not a hair of your mother's murderer remained.

The moment your sword blade separated the demon's head from the body, you realized that your life was dedicated to seeing justice done.

And there was nothing left. Boredom would surely take over and your will to fight would have evaporated.

If it weren't for the existence of that demon that watched you in the dark.

In the days that followed, you still felt his presence. But unlike before, you just spent the whole time lying on the ground, not having the energy to train or go hunting demons. In fact, nothing else made sense. What kept you standing no longer existed, you felt empty. But the reason you came back to that place was still lurking in the woods, watching your every move, and that too was starting to irritate you.

Was he really a coward for only watching you from afar? Did he know you were willing to rip his head off? Well, you hoped so, because it was time to make evil appear.

With sword in hand, you raised the blade upwards, towards the sky, and with your total concentration, you calculated the exact distance from where you were and where he was hiding. Focusing your strength on your arm, you turned your wrist to the left and threw your sword, which cut through the wind at full speed until it hit a tree trunk, millimeters away from the demon's neck.

And the silence was broken by a giggle that turned into a loud laugh.

And finally, he came out of hiding, appearing to you.

“Ara, I missed the target”

"No. You hit the exact spot you calculated,” he replied with a smile lining his lips. His eyes looked brighter than usual.

“So, my mother was always right in saying that evil lurks in the dark to stalk its victim before attacking,” you said with false surprise in your voice.

"In fact, even more so when the victim serves the best entertainment. But, I don't remember attacking."

You wondered what entertainment he was referring to, but you chose to remain ignorant.

You looked at the tree trunk where your sword was stuck and calculated a route to get to it without being noticed by the demon, however, he seemed much smarter than you now.

“Do you want to take your sword and try to cut my neck like that fight we had? I feel like I'm afraid I have to thwart your plans now,” he said, approaching you dangerously.

Before you felt cornered, you dodged him and managed to grab the sword, and with it in hand, you pointed it at him.

"And I feel like you're going to need more than defensive attacks, because today I won't hesitate to turn you to dust, demon."

“You can call me Akaza.” He widened his smile. "But before you try to rip my head off, tell me your name too."

"It won't be necessary, you won't even have time to memorize it."

And then your body moved against his, which, as expected, only dodged the blow. But, you noticed that he didn't keep his distance, on the contrary, he seemed inclined to stay close to you.

"Looks like you're braver today..." you made the remark as you saw him leaning sideways, back and forth, from the blade.

“I just studied my opponent too much and discovered her weak point. Today I'll fulfill my promise.”

And you felt your body tense and your hands start to sweat. Shit, you had to learn not to fall into his traps and with sweaty hands it would be hard to keep your sword steady.

“Are you bluffing?” you asked, not showing apprehension.

"Why would I be? You know, it's been several weeks hiding behind trees or bushes reading your every move, seeing every demon you've killed and memorizing your techniques. You are quite skilled, pillar, and it really turned me on.” And he dodged to the left of your sword that cut accurately through the void. Now he was really close to you. "Oh, I saw something really interesting too... as well as being skillful and powerful, you're also capable of being a fucking tease." And by his sly smile along with a not-so-discreet look at your body, you knew exactly what he was referring to.

“Shut up,” you huffed, stepping back as he took steps forward.

"Why? Was it not for me that you did that?”

"No."

"No? So why did you look at the exact spot I was hiding and smile?”

He was getting closer and closer to you, leaving you disconcerted to feel his warm body so close to yours.

“Tsk. Shut up and let me cut your head off already,” you snapped, swinging your sword in the air to place it at his neck.

“You're not even giving your all in this fight. It's kind of frustrating to know that you're not using your truly powerful abilities. You Just look like a rookie demon slayer.” With a sigh, he rushed to your side and finally cornered you in a tree. “Now we are in the same position as we were at that time. It's your last chance,” he warned, looking you straight in the eye.

With no escape, your nerves on edge, your heart pounding in your pulse, you brought the sword to the side of his neck, placing the blade there.

But your vision only focused on his defiant eyes that didn't let go of yours. And before you could make another move, you felt your left knee bent in the blink of an eye and your body was thrown to the ground, causing your sword to fall away from you.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You asked as soon as you felt his body land on yours, trapping you there.

“You know, I wonder why you're so distracted. Was it after you let that human be eaten alive that you lost all your will to fight?” Now he was holding both of your hands above your head. And you saw him lean towards you, afraid he was going to kiss you, you turned your face to the side before you felt his lips sticking to your ear. “Or is it because your strength only works over long distances? You're afraid of hand-to-hand combat because you don't have enough physical strength to deal with a demon of my rank." He didn't ask, he just pointed out.

You swallowed hard and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but you knew it was useless and he was completely right.

You fell right into his trap. He never revealed his demonic techniques, only used self-defense techniques, preventing you from knowing how he fought seriously and along with his studies of your skills, he left you at an almost cowardly disadvantage.

“Get off of me.” You struggled under his body, unintentionally, spreading causing him to fit between them.

And the result of that was already starting to grow inside his pants.

"Why? It's so much better to see your face up close like this and feel your warm body under mine." He laughed and it made you feel your face burn.

“Stop being cheeky!”

"Sorry, but it's impossible for me not to be while I'm between your legs."

You tried to push his body with your own, causing more friction between you and making you feel his erection.

"Yeah, keep doing this to get me off you." He licked his lip and weighed more against yours, making you groan in annoyance. “And moans more often like that too.”

You were silent and still.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked out of nowhere, making you stare at him dumbfounded.

"Why do you want to know that?!"

“I need to know if I'm going to need to be careful when I fuck you,” he replied like it was no big deal.

"Are you crazy?"

"A little. But so, are you a virgin or not?”

“I refuse to answer that!”

“Just answer yes or no, what a bore,” he sighed wearily.

"You won't need this information because nothing like you want will happen!"

And you started to shake again to get him off you, but you no longer had the strength to get rid of him, and your body reacted against your will.

Though that frantic friction of his bulge against your covered crotch warmed you from the inside out and filled your mind with the most reckless and sinful thoughts, you feared. You were afraid; no, you were terrified. Seeing that you wouldn't do what he asked, he himself started moving on you, generating all this tension in your subconscious. The first time he pinned you against the trunk of that tree there wasn't a glint of malice in his eyes, it was just desperation to flee death, but now it was different. His heavy body moved over yours, your intimacies locked together, his breath ragged, it was the prelude to what would come next. And you feared that it would really happen regardless of your will.

However, what paralyzed you was the feeling you repressed surfacing with each passing second. You intended to give him everything he wanted.

You already felt your juices leaking without discretion from your folds and the moans of pleasure were shamefully made up by those of discomfort. That was how you tried to deal with the forbidden attraction you felt for the darkness that surrounded that demon's existence.

"Why are you acting like a prude now? Are you that hard to catch? I know you want it as much as I do. I've seen how much you want it and you knew I was seeing it," he said with his lips a few millimeters away from yours, you were able to feel his breath. And he yours.

"Get the fuck off of me," you spoke in a thin voice, trying to break free from his grip, but with the heave of your body, the friction between you increased and your uniform rose, leaving your thighs beautifully exposed.

"You won't be able to get rid of me, you know that. You're skillful wielding a sword, but without it, you're just a frail human fighting the inhuman strength of a demon," he said, showing his sharp fangs in a malicious smile. "You don't really want me or are you just afraid of enjoying being fucked really good by a being you have an obligation to kill?"

You turned your face to the side, and your field of vision was taken over by the bush in which he was hiding to watch you. And in your mind all the memories of that damn time when you undressed before his eyes and touched yourself to orgasm. And that's what he was talking about.

"I didn't say you could look the other way, pillar. You don't even know how to be honest with your own feelings and you want to rid the world of our evil?" He teased you as he slid the tip of his nose down your neck until he almost reached the valley between your breasts. From the way he breathed in, you knew he was smelling you and it chilled you and made you involuntarily spread your legs wider and let him fit even more between your thighs. Consequently, you felt his erection better against your intimacy.

And he sighed and cursed.

Your wrists were already burning from the grip of his hands, and you'd already given up trying to free them, because the more you pulled on your arms, the harder he squeezed and it hurt like hell.

"Why are you so interested in me?" Perhaps, in your naivety, one conversation would be enough to bring him back to consciousness and then set you free.

"Because you're strong. And..." he lifted his own torso, still keeping your wrists firmly against the cold floor with his hands, to look down at your body, as if sizing you up, "...fucking hot. " And he licked his lips as his gaze shifted to your spread legs, one on either side of his waist. "I'm going to be good for you. I really don't want to hurt you," he said as he went back to laying his torso against your chest. He was heavy and almost made you gasp with all that pressure on your weak human body.

'I'll be good for you.' Those words reverberated in your mind making you wonder what he was talking about. You weren't a virgin, but you didn't know much about sex because your dead husband only cared about his own pleasure. And the sex were so fast that you felt almost nothing but the uncomfortable burning inside you, but with this demon, who carried the blame for many tears and innocent deaths on his back, everything seemed so intense that it suffocated you. The way he looked at you, touched you and even persuaded you was fuel for dirty thoughts to occupy your mind and an almost suffocating pleasure to intoxicate your senses. He hadn't done anything that significant, but just feeling him so hard with lust was enough to make you feel good… unintentionally, he was already being good to you.

And before you could do anything stupid, you tried one more time to get rid of him. With a force that you had taken from your common sense, you managed to escape through the sides of his body, still with your wrists tied to the ground, you twisted your body and with your knee bent, you hit a knee in his stomach, which only closed the eyes and made a pained expression.

"Do you still have strength? How strong can you be, pillar?" he broke into a satisfied smile once the kick wore off. "And say your name, I don't like to call strong people 'pillar', you deserve to be addressed by name," he said with a certain regret in his voice.

"It doesn't matter what my name is, just let me go!" you were already panting with anger and exhaustion.

"I won't let you go until you've spelled out why you teased me like that."

Deftly, he trapped your leg between his thighs, mobilizing you almost completely. Dammit, why did he have to be so strong?

"Who said I intended to tease you, you deluded demon?" lucky for you, your voice came out aggressive enough to mask the lie.

"It wasn't? Then why did you smile at me after you came?"  He arched his brow and released one of his hands from your wrists to massage your exposed thigh.  And you froze from the touch of the callused hand on your sensitive skin.  "For a woman who deny to death that she want to fuck me, you get goosebumps too easily..." he said provocatively, running his finger over your skin until he reached almost between your legs.

The position you were in was uncomfortable and it was hurting you.  With half of your body lying on the floor and the other half twisted – with your thigh trapped between his legs – you could already feel your spine burning and it was starting to really freak you out.

 "Let me go... it hurts..." you complained with a whimpering voice.

He looked right at you, taking in every feature of your face.

"I only let go if you let me touch you or touch me," he said at last.

You shivered, took a deep breath, smelling the earth beneath you, and exhaled with the same intensity.

"You really aren't going to leave me, are you?"  you were already dismayed.

"No," he smiled and squeezed your thigh.

"I let you touch me..." you said so quietly you thought he hadn't heard you.  Deep down you hoped he had.

But you wouldn't admit that you wanted him to pleasure you.

Akaza's eyes gleamed and he felt his cock tug inside his pants in anticipation.

"Once I let you go, you can't go back," he said menacingly, looking you straight in the eye.

"I will not."  You bit your bottom lip in apprehension.

He kept his gaze fixed on yours and then let go of your hands.  You felt the place numb and knew that it'd take some time for the blood to circulate normally again.

Without you realizing it, you were under his body again.  His arms gripping your thighs tightly and forcing them to encircle his waist, you just let him do what he intended. The palms of his hands against the bare skin of your legs sent a wave of pleasure deep inside you and the way he moved his hips against yours, simulating penetration, making your sexes rub with agony against each other made you move your own hips to keep pace with him.

He was silent. Observer. Looking at you from above, you followed his gaze as he scoured every part of your body. You weren't able to see him clearly, but your heightened senses told you how much he planned to make you beg him. His frustration was so much that he wouldn't be satisfied with just touching you, he wanted so much more than you were willing to offer, and that was too dangerous.

But also stimulating. You felt like you were going crazy along with him, because his every move was a trigger in you, killing your common sense.

He finally stopped moving over you but went to start undressing you. You broke into a cold sweat, but you could no longer try to stop it. So you used all your energy to massage your still aching wrists as you felt his fingers nimbly unbuttoning each button on your uniform. The night wind made your skin tingle and your exposed nipples ache, but soon his lips welcomed one of them into his warm mouth and another by his hand that was squeezing your breast, making you gasp.

"You said you were only going to touch me..." you argued softly, breathing in and out, making your chest rise and fall and your breasts even more in contact with his tongue and palm.

He ignored you and continued to pay attention to your breasts, sometimes sucking hard, sometimes pinching your nipples or simply sucking the skin around them to leave marks there.

When he played with your breasts enough, he released one of them with an audible 'pop' and kissed down your belly until he reached where the uniform still covered. Quickly, he undid all the buttons and left you only in your underwear.  He didn't take it off right away, he just held your thighs and made you stand with your legs bent, wide apart. He took one look at you in that position, although his face was serious, his eyes betrayed how much he was enjoying that image.

And then he made the same path of his lips, but with his fingers until he reached your entrance, under the fabric.

"Did you really dare say no to me while you were wet like this?"

His eyes locked with yours, dangerously bright. Leaning his torso and with his face close there, he finally took off your panties and ran the tip of his tongue along the entire length of your dripping entrance. You saw the moment he clenched his jaw and forced air into his lungs, he looked like he had just experienced the best thing in the world. He didn't say anything, and slightly turned his face to the side, and kissed the inside of one of your thighs before taking a painful bite there, which made you scream and grab his hair. You felt a teasing giggle coming from him at the breeze that had escaped his nostrils.

Damn demon.

And without warning, he returned his attention to your pussy, where he gave a generous lick there, stopping at your clit, trapping it between his lips and sucking carelessly, making you shudder and cringe and your hands fly to his hair, pulling them hard.

He didn't seem very patient in stimulating you with his lips, he looked hungry. It was as if by sucking you he regained all your strength and that only made you roll your eyes and get restless in the place where you were lying.  Your hands didn't know where they were, sometimes in his hair and sometimes closing against the ground, picking up some grass and dirt.

"I'm close..." you moaned desperately, trying to get rid of him, but he hugged your waist and kept you there, penetrating you with his tongue or sucking your clit until you came noisily, while scratching his shoulders with force.

When he finally let go of your waist and took his face between your legs, you weren't thinking straight. You could feel the sweat running down the sides of your forehead, neck and in the creases of your knees, while your body was still shaking.

“I'd spend eternity eating that delicious cunt,” he said, while he ran his fingers over his lips, wet from your fluids.

Not caring if you were panting, he pressed his mouth to yours.  His lips molded perfectly to yours and his tongue explored every corner of your mouth, making you feel your own taste. In contrast to the painful grip of his hands on your thighs, which he'd returned to forcefully entwined around his waist, the kiss was gentle.  Affectionate even. And, little by little, all your barriers being totally broken down, you started to respond. First it was a longer sigh of satisfaction as you touched your own tongue to his and then a shy groan as you felt his teeth catch on your lip and bite down carelessly, drawing a complaint from you. But you didn't pay as much attention to the pain it caused, as there were so many sensations he was arousing in you that the task of staying neutral under his touches became increasingly difficult.  He had watched you long enough to read even what was hidden in you.

When he ended the kiss, he stood up and looked at you for a few moments before starting to undress too. You felt the shame take over you, but you didn't look away when his dick popped out of his pants, big and thick, making you afraid of when it was inside you.

"Keep your legs wide apart like this," he ordered. You felt the shame take over you, but seeing him looking at you with such desire, while his hand made quick and short movements on his own dick, which shone with pre-cum, your horniness also increased and disinhibited all your shyness, making you show off for him. He ran his tongue over his lip as he looked directly at your pulsing pussy and the sounds of him stroking himself were an addition to set you on fire inside.

He was too attractive. Almost ethereal. And seeing him in all his glory made you sick with the desire to have him inside you, to feel his dick tearing you apart. You were so needy that you felt like getting down on your knees to beg him.

But now he was the one who wanted to tease you. He was using only the tips of his fingers on his cock, working his way along the veiny length until he reached the dripping tip, where he held it with his index finger and thumb and cupped it in the palm of his hand, making circular motions.

"You like what you're seeing, don't you?"  the voice loaded with malice and vanity made you sigh. "You're so craving my cock that it takes no effort to spread those legs and show that wet, delicious pussy to me." And a few more movements later, he returned to the starting position, on top of your body.

He didn't lie fully on top of you, he kept his torso slightly raised, allowing you to see his hard and heavy cock almost touching your entrance, making you anxious to finally have him inside you.

But he wanted to torture you some more.

He slid lazily over your body, only for his cock to temptingly graze your pussy, making you whimper.

"So needy... Now I get it... is that what you were afraid of? Did you deny it because you didn't want me to know you were a cockslut?" His face was millimeters from yours, and he ran his mouth over yours, licking your bottom lip. "A lovely liar, I would say."

You welcomed his tongue into your mouth as he forced it against your lips. The kiss was now greedy and you no longer felt your own taste on his tongue every time it touched yours. It was soft and agile, sometimes it curled up on yours and then escaped to walk all over your lips and when their mouths parted, he kissed your chin and went towards your neck and you only knew how to mutter disconnected words every jolt your body gave every time you felt the tip of his cock grazing your clitoris. Until you felt him heavily on you, resting one of his hands on your shoulder but realized that it was just for him to hold his cock to finally rub twice over your clit that ached with agony for attention.  You gasped and screamed in pain when you felt him bite your neck at the same time he was slapping his cock three times over your entrance and with just one thrust, he sank himself inside you and growling along with you.

"So fucking warm, sweetheart. You feel so good squeezing my cock," he practically growled in your ear.

You moaned at the burning sensation his cock caused as he entered you, and you hadn't even told him if you were a virgin or not. "Oh, I actually forgot to ask you again if you were a virgin, my bad," as if he'd read your thoughts, he said, stopping to move.

“I'm not…” you replied greedily.

"Excellent.  Tell me, how many men have you had sex with?”  He slowly thrust himself back into you, going deep into you as he ran his hands down your thighs.

"What?! What makes you think I've had sex with more than one man?” You were truly offended. "I was married!"

He took a good look at your face and ran his tongue over his own lip.

“What happened to your husband?”  And he slid his hands around your waist, lifting your torso a little so he could hold your breasts.

“Don't you think this is a bad time to talk about these thing- oh, fuck, yes…” You rolled your eyes as you felt him thrust hard into a very sensitive spot in you.

“Indeed, but it doesn't matter anyway, I'm the one fucking that pussy right now,” he said smiling, taking your nipples and twisting them between his fingers, making you gasp.

“You should know when to shut up,” you snapped on a gasp, feeling him withdraw from you.

He released one of your breasts to hold his own cock and rub it on your clit. With the friction of the tip wet by pre-cum and your wetness, you felt your body heat up. And before you could even feel the orgasm, he'd slammed back into you in one strong thrust, making you jerk and moan loudly.

After a few more thrusts, he came out of you again.

"Let's change positions, I want to see you riding me," he said, already taking you around the waist and sitting down and making you sit on his lap.

In that position, you wouldn't see him going in and out of you, but you would see him looking at your body, which made you anxious.

"Put my cock inside your pussy again, pillar," he ordered, placing kisses on your neck, forcing your hips up, causing his cock to rub against your belly. "Don't be afraid to hold my dick, it really likes you." And he ended with a crooked smile, making you arch your eyebrow.

Reluctantly, you took hold of the thick base of his cock and lifted a little to position it at your entrance and with a groan of pleasure, you descended, feeling him in every corner of your insides.

He also grunted and squeezed your waist, making you start moving.  As horny as you felt, it didn't take long for you to start moving your hips slowly on his member, drawing from him and you gasps and moans of delight.

"As I thought, you are graceful even when you dance on my dick." He moved his hands up your neck and down to your breasts until he reached your waist. "Don't stop, keep going at that pace."

Then he tipped his body backwards, laying his back on the floor, just looking at you from above.  His cock in and out of your pussy and your tits bouncing as you moaned and rolled your eyes from loving riding him so much was definitely his favorite thing from then on.

"While I'm doing all the work, you're just chilling," you said breathlessly, feeling the sweat trickle down your skin, noticing that Akaza had his hands behind his head, watching you twerking on him.

"But the view is so beautiful..." he licked his lip and took his hands from behind his neck and brought them to your breasts where he squeezed at the same time that he launched his hips up, making his cock hit deep in you, making you roll your eyes and see stars.

"Oh, fuck…" you whimpered.

As soon as he let go of your breasts, he put his right hand on your chest and pushed you back slightly, you only held on to his arms when he lifted his torso and leaned over yours to put you under his body. Half of your legs were suspended in the air, with your ass in his lap, as he held you firmly by the waist and hit you hard. His cock was going so deep into you that you couldn't even make a sound, you could only hear his balls slamming hard against your ass.

 "Hold on to me," he demanded, stopping his movements, still connected to you.

You did what he said and then you felt yourself lying flat on the floor. He grabbed both of your calves and placed them on either side of his shoulders, making his entire length hit an unknown spot on you. It hurt like hell and the pain got worse as he pounded deeply.

 "It hurts... This position hurts," you complained softly, your voice shanking with annoyance.

He stopped and stared at your face, still with his hands firmly on your waist.

"How boring was sex with your husband?" he asked genuinely in disbelief. You didn't like that and you refused to answer, but you knew he would make you talk. "I asked you a question, girl." He pushed himself inside you and squeezed your waist with an inordinate force, making you gasp in pain.

"We didn't innovate in the positions..." you replied at the time, brokenly.

"Hmm... and what was your sex like?"

"Hey, I'm not going to answer that!"  You were stunned by his cockiness.

"I'm just curious."  He shrugged and brought his hands up to your thighs, which were partially resting on his chest. "What was it like? You better answer..."

You grumbled.

"He would just lift the hem of my nightgown up to my belly, take off my panties and penetrate me until he came," you replied, feeling stupid.

Akaza arched an eyebrow.

"Even having such a feast served at home, he didn't even have the decency to taste it properly? What kind of loser did you get to be your husband?"

His rude words awakened your anger and without thinking twice, you slapped his face.

Realizing what you'd just done, you braced yourself for retaliation, but it didn't come, because all that happened was he heaved a sigh.

"Is it a weak slap like that you want to save that asshole's honor? Put more strength in that little hand, make my obsession with your strength assert," he said in an almost affectionate way.

And you slapped him again, a little harder.

"Harder."

And yet another slapping sound was heard.

"Weak human. That's why you weren't so well eaten-" and his sentence was left unfinished as his face fell to the side with the hard slap that hit the left side of his cheek.

There were a few seconds of silence. You watched his reaction, which didn't come right away. He remained with his face down, in the same position your slap had placed, and only then did you notice a trickle of blood running at the corner of his lip.

And he looked at you.

His eyes glittering dangerously and a macabre smile lining his bleeding lips.

Without saying anything, he took your legs from his shoulders to wrap them around his waist.  Three strong, deep thrusts made your body jerk and the groan strangled in your throat in surprise.

One of his hands went to the back of your neck where he gripped your hair tightly and made you lift your head to face him.

"You are my best girl," he said before taking your lips in an aggressive kiss.

The thrusts were strong and deep, your tits swaying painfully with the aggressive rhythm of your bodies. The skin on your waist that was in contact with his hand was already burning from the grip.

It was so intense that you felt as if millions of little fireworks burst in your chest, intoxicating your senses and leaving you only muttering unintelligible things, showing him how good you were feeling.

He no longer measured the volume of his own moans or held back the expletives that escaped. Your pussy crushing his cock was just ammunition for his hips to move with more speed and firmness next to yours.

The erotic dance only came to an end when he grew more inside you and you felt him stretching you more and giving you errant thrusts, no longer taking care not to hurt you.  You wanted to complain, but the pain mixed with that avalanche of sensation just made you want him to fuck you like that forever.

And then everything calmed down. It came out of you, leaving you feeling empty. You almost swore at him, but he put two fingers over your mouth and without thinking or receiving orders, you welcomed them into your mouth, sucking hard, looking straight into his bright eyes.

With his free hand, he was jerking off his cock, making a wet noise that was pleasant to hear.  And then he took his fingers from your mouth cavity just to bring his groin closer to your body so he got up and lifted your torso by your hair, still without stopping masturbating himself, he put the wet tip of his cock on your lips, silently demanding you to open your mouth and you obeyed without blinking, feeling his taste mixed with yours on your tongue.

But contrary to what you thought, he didn't try to shove himself fully into your mouth, he just rubbed the tip over your tongue and forced it into your cheeks, making you feel your skin tighten.

You noticed the moment his moans became grunts and his whole body shuddered and he took the wet cock of pre-cum and saliva from your mouth, without stopping with the strokes and without letting go of your hair, to then release the jets of cum against your face and neck. You just closed your eyes and let your own digits work over your pulsating clit in an attempt to cum along with him. Your orgasm arrived soon after, before his eyes. He was still affected by his release, but he still held your cum-stained face and stuck his thumb inside your mouth, which was bitten hard as you came. He smiled and pulled you by the arm so that you got up and leaned on him.

"Will you be my mine and let me turn you into a demon so we can fight forever by each other's side?" he asked as he had you sitting sideways on one of his thighs, keeping your legs apart to massage your thighs, right next to your entrance numb from frantic fucking.

"Do you still have that in your head?"  your voice is broken.

"Of course. Now you have nothing left to lose. You said you don't have a husband anymore, you let a human be devoured by a demon and took pleasure in it, and now you let an even worse demon fuck you. Or is there something more in your worthless human life?"

You knew he was right.  But a part of you still wanted to honor your mother's memory and her effort to protect you from evil.

However, while you made Akaza lie on the floor again and put your cunt in his mouth, you closed your eyes to ask your mother's forgiveness for having given in to evil, because you knew that this evil did not only inhabit the darkness, it also always has been inside you.

a/n: considere reblogging it, cause it helps a lot! <3

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[ghostsprettymama]

TEMPTATIONS

Warning: Smut,akaza being a whore,rengoku walking in on this. Y/n gets slutted out, lazy smut

Pairing : Akaza x Black reader

Akaza never really found love again after what happened with his wife,but what he had with Y/n wasnt love, it was Lust,envy,temptations.

But with a Hashira that was close with his foe rengoku ? Akaza really was playing with his life. Akaza didnt want y/n for her beauty, but for her strengths, looks only really played into it a little.

Fom afar he observed the girl talking and smiling with Rengoku, it made his heart fil with rage and envy

To be frank, the Relationship between a Hashira and a Demon would be frowned upon. It could possibly even ger her killed in the process

How the hashira would be moaning over him,her mouth stuffed with his cock, that would be a shame if..rengoku saw right?.

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RENGOKU'S RESIDENCE

Rengoku laughed,drinking his tea ,he looked at Y/n different, as if it was a dream and she was what was making the dream good.

"And then shinobu - why are you lookin at me like that Ren?" she said tilting her head.

Rengoku smiled when Y/n said his name,the way it rolled off her tongue. he shook his head,his eyes on her as if she was a walking diamond.

She spent hours laughing and talking with Rengoku, she bent over here and there, and of course rengoku looked.

Akaza was pissed,Rengoku is eyeing whats his, He gritted his teeth. Then the demon got an idea, fucking her infront of him,her screaming his name infront of rengoku. Oou this idea made him hard.

Y/n bent down helping Rengoku clean, Rengoku once again stares at her ass, choking on his drink coughing,Y/n turned around "boy.. youre sumn else somtimes." Y/n said standing up."you should stop by my estate sometime later ren, ill make you sumn nice.." she said with a tone she didnt notice

A tone that compelled Rengoku to sin.

LATER.

Y/N RESIDENCE

Y/n came home, her braids swaying side to side as she walked into a poorly lit room greeted by Akaza, an ex acquaintance of hers. A Fuck buddy that loved her.

He Glared at her,But Y/n had no time to deal with this man. she leaned on the sliding door and stared back. "Akaza get out. i have a friend coming, a slayer."

"sit the fuck down before i kill you and him." he said,with a touchstarved yet angered tone, Y/n looked down and he was hard,needy, craving for her mouth.

Y/n then met his angered and jealous eyes "Make me." she said, getting in his face as his look changed,he was calm now,as an eyebrow raised.

"cant do shit to m-"

Akaza's hand wrapped around her throat tight,Y/n got a lil wet as she lowered herself keeping eye contact "good girl. see? obeying me aint that hard." he said, gently caressing her.

"Youre so mean.." Y/n said,upset that he didnt allow her to tease him, he looked down at her with eyes of a sinful man, someone that wants to break and overstimulate her so bad.

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Rengoku was walking for a long time, Y/n's estate sure was so far, he took a break for a momment.

"Damn.. this woman lives so fucking far." He said approaching the quiet estate, for some reasons the gate was open?

"Thats strange.. Y/n would never leave her gate open.." Rengoku said as he locked it behind him approaching the house.

When he got in the hallway he saw clothes on the floor.. both were recognizable.

His heart beated so hard yet so fast as he approached the room she was in, he stood infront of the door while hearing the most vile things a human could.

Y/n was a moaning mess as skin slapping room,Akaza tilted his head back grunting. "You make me feel so good baby."

Y/n developed tears in her eyes turning into a moaning mess,akaza’s eyes turned to where Rengoku’s silhouette was.

“We have an Audience? care to greet them baby?" he coo'd and she shook her head,she was too overstimulated to respond, pussy was being filled by akaza, she couldnt think at all.

the worse part is, All of this made Rengoku hard as he watched his crush get her brains fucked out,,

he wished that was him... he stared as Akaza's laugh filled the house echoing.

To be continued.

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[silverynight]

Dead end

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Part XIX

Tanjirou stays awake until his eyes start closing on their own; part of him feels so disappointed in himself, he thought he could wait... but he's not that strong.

"The plan was to get rid of his assassins before going after Muzan together, but we're losing..."

Tanjirou realizes mid-sentence that he's not dreaming, that's Gyomei's voice and he's talking about the others; he's clearly worried.

He wakes up with a jolt. The sudden movement makes him feel dizzy; Tanjirou tries to look around but he can't quite focus on anything.

"It's okay, darling, you're safe... we are safe," Shinobu sounds a lot better, but she hasn't moved from her futon.

"Where's Muichiro-san?"

Kyojuro is there too. However, he looks away as Tanjirou asks that question, which is not a good sign at all.

"Did Giyuu-san find him?"

"He did."

"Can I see him?"

"Maybe later. I don't think it's a good idea–"

"Please take me to him!" Tanjirou cuts Tengen off, trying not to start shaking.

The Pillar nods after sharing a concerning look with Kyojuro, but he takes Tanjirou in his arms again before leaving the room.

It doesn't take them long to reach the other room; it's a small place after all.

His Muichiro is even worse than Shinobu; it seems the others have already patched him up as much as they could, but Tanjirou knows he lost a significant amount of blood.

His eyes are closed and it doesn't seem he's going to open them anytime soon.

"Why did you bring him here?" Giyuu asks, narrowing his eyes at Tengen.

"I had no other choice. You know our Tanjirou."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Giyuu takes a deep breath and then turns to look at Tanjirou with concern.

"He's... he'll live."

Even though that should make him feel a little bit better, Tanjirou turns around to see Muichiro unconscious on the futon; his arms and face are almost completely covered in bandages.

He wants to hug him so bad, but he knows he can't.

"What happened?"

"He got rid of number 5 (Muzan assassins call each other by numbers) but he encountered number 1 right afterwards and he almost died trying to fight him."

For a brief second, Tanjirou wonders what number Akaza is, although that doesn't matter at the moment.

"But did he kill–"

"Number 1 is still alive. I don't know why he left and didn't make sure Muichiro was dead, but I found him just in time to bring him here."

Tanjirou looks back at Muichiro, he wants to touch him, but he's afraid of hurting him so he tries to hold himself back. A tear escapes from his left eye, one that Sanemi wipes off with his thumb.

"Do you know anything about the other assassins?"

"Shinobu killed number 2," Gyomei informs him. "We don't know anything about 3 and Obanai and Mitsuri are currently looking for number 4."

Tanjirou tries not to look frustrated, he knows he is here against their will and he probably has no right to say anything, but for once he wants to have all his Pillars with him, right where he can see them.

Now he can't help but worry about Mitsuri and Obanai.

"Tanjirou? Is that you?"

The redhead almost jumps upon hearing Muichiro's voice. He immediately kneels next to him.

"It's me! I'm here!"

"I feel like I should be mad at you for being here, but I'm in so much pain to be mad. And I want a kiss." Muichiro pouts because Tanjirou doesn't lean any closer. "Tanjirou!"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You're hurting me by not giving me all the kisses I need!"

Tanjirou smiles, just a little; seeing Muichiro acting like that cheers him up somehow. He leans closer and gives him a quick kiss on the top of his head.

Before Muichiro can demand yet another kiss, Gyomei moves closer to them.

"Tell me everything you know about number 1."

Muichiro does. And if Tanjirou's being honest, he sounds absolutely terrifying.

"If Kibutsuji turns out to be stronger, then we might need everyone or at least a couple of us to take him out."

Gyomei looks like he's trying to think about everything Muichiro just told him about his encounter with number 1.

"Leave him to me."

"Even for you, it sounds risky," Tengen warns him, avoiding Tanjirou's concerned expression.

"Gyomei-san, please..."

"I'll be fine," he assures Tanjirou. "The rest of you need to think about Muzan and number 3, if Mitsuri and Obanai manage to get rid of 4."

If Tanjirou's right, then they won't have to worry about 3 at all. Because he's on their side already.

Although Tanjirou has no idea how to explain that to them.

***

He needs to see Akaza again, but for that to happen he also needs to be completely honest with his Pillars.

And that is not going to be easy.

"I have to tell you something," Tanjirou mumbles, but all of them understand him and turn around to see him.

Shinobu is in another room at the moment and Obanai and Mitsuri are gone, but he'll speak to them later.

"Let me tell you about how I got here," he says, after taking a deep breath. It pains him to look at Kyojuro the most because he remembers that Akaza hurt him. Tanjirou hasn't forgiven him for that, but he really wanted to be with his hashira again.

So he tells them everything and as Tanjirou expected it, they don't like it at all.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?" Sanemi growls; Tanjirou doesn't even blink because he knows him well enough already, he's just worried about him. "HOW COULD YOU TRUST HIM?"

"He found me," Tanjirou reminds them all. "He could've killed me there or just taken me; I'm sure it wouldn't have been difficult for him. But he told me who he was and decided to bring me here because I asked him to."

With tears in his eyes, Tanjirou kneels in front of Kyojuro who smiles at him. The redhead takes the Pillar's face in his hands.

"I'm not saying we should forgive him for what he did," Tanjirou mumbles, shaking a little bit. "But we clearly need an ally and if he's willing to help us I think we should work with him."

There's silence, although Kyojuro pulls Tanjirou into his arms and kisses him on the forehead.

Tengen doesn't look happy and Sanemi is about to start yelling again when Gyomei speaks.

"Tanjirou is right. We need help and having one of Muzan's assassins on our side could be really useful if we want to succeed."

"Fine," Giyuu says after a while and no one seems to oppose.

"Great. Now I just need to go back to that house and find–"

"You're not leaving this place," Tengen cuts Tanjirou off.

"He's not going to trust any of you! I must be there!"

Of course, none of them look happy about it and it seems Kyojuro is about to shake his head when Muichiro coughs and Tanjirou rushes to his side again.

"I think we should wait for Mitsuri and Obanai before making a final decision. And probably tell Shinobu."

When they tell her, she seems to be as pissed as Sanemi although she definitely doesn't yell or growl, which is even worse somehow.

"Let's wait for the others," she agrees before pulling Tanjirou next to her and giving him a kiss on his hand. "And you... stop risking your life like that!"

"The same goes to you," Tanjirou smiles back.

He wonders if by the time they come back, it'll be too late. He has no idea where Akaza could be at the moment.

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[never-the-one-nathanrivier]

Hakuji (Akaza) is a well written Obito

So i just finished Kimetsu no yaiba and I noticed something

These two guys have similar reasons , and similar end , but I think Akaza (Hakuji) is much better

Akaza was truly miserable during his childhood having to carry with his sick father and having to become a thief to pay for his medicine

So here is the first point to Akaza he has a childhood than justifies way better why he feels than the world is wrong

Keizou / Minato

A master than loved them as a son

But when Akaza was turned into a demon Keizou was dead , that's one of the reasons Akaza lets Muzan turn him

Obito could have returned to Minato and Kushina , Rin wasn't his only Light if he have gone back , he maybe even been adopted by them or at least the will for sure loved him and would help him with his pain

But .... No he just killed them and made his son's life miserable , after Kushina wished than her son was like Obito

Koyuki / Rin

Here we go the second and most important point

Their "love" and breaking point, the "reason" of Their "Villain turn"

Akaza loved Koyuki

Obito didn't loved Rin he just liked her

Akaza and Koyuki's love for each other was true and MUTUAL , Koyuki wasn't Akaza's friend or childhood one-sided crush , she was his fiancee

Akaza was and adult , he knew what love was

Obito was a teenager , she wasn't the Love of his life he didn't know what romantic love was (no teenager truly knows)

Koyuki was murdered , Rin committed suicide

Akaza's rage was justified , AND HE ONLY KILLED PEOPLE THAN HELPED TO POISON THE WATER AND MURDERED HIS LOVE AND MASTER , HE DIDN'T KILL INNOCENT PEOPLE (before he turned obviously)

Hakuji was forced to become a demon , he surrendered because he TRULY didn't have anyone else and if he didn't Muzan obviously would killed him , he didn't care about himself , Obito did it all for himself, for his fantasy

Third point / Double identity

Akaza was evil , Hakuji wasn't , they were two different people Hakuji wasn't aware of what he was doing as Akaza , he was truly manipulated

Tobi / Madara / Obito were all the same person, Obito was aware of what he was doing all along he was aware of all of his murders , Akatsuki, Yagura and Sasuke's manipulation

Hakuji couldn't wake up and stop

Obito didn't want to , because he wasn't trapped he was conscious of his actions

Last point "Death"

When Hakuji comed back , he immediately surrendered and Hakuji NOT Akaza was finally free with his true love , And this didn't feel forced because as I say Hakuji was the one that was free a man that was prisoner of Muzan and truly lost everything is free of than murdered than was in his body , Akaza the demon deserves to burn in hell but Hakuji the human behind it doesn't

And about The other guy , Man he didn't deserve heaven he was a psychopath and a mass murderer a FUCKING WAR CRIMINAL , think this way if Hitler's crush died when he was a kid Y'all would forgive him , and want to see him in heaven just because of that? Y'all would think than he deserved to live and get his dream?

"BuT He HeLpEd AgAiNsT KaGuYa "

And???? Yes of course , After all is in a big way his fault? You don't praise someone for cleaning his own disaster

Hakuji has much better reasons than Obito, and he was truly manipulated and broken , Akaza and Hakuji are different people, Obito/Madara and Tobi were all the same

And I'm not defending Akaza, i would never be on the side of someone than murdered inocent people i just put "Akaza" because people almost never calls him Hakuji

Another thought , I don't believe in the Uchiha clan curse of love, it's stupid and senseless

🤭

It's okay if you love him , or disagree with me , but I don't wanna hear why leave with my Hate

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[muzanswaifu]

Bestie I think I just found a way to access heaven without dying

So like idk if you’ve heard of shifting but here’s the gist of how it works:

- get yourself tired and lay down on your couch or bed or whatever

- choose a method to use (pillow method, raven method, intent method, hug method, and many more)

- follow that method until you start to feel sleepy or feel your surroundings change

- once you’ve fully fallen asleep or feel like you’ve shifted to your DR (dream reality) you can open your eyes

And you can do this with like any reality I tried it with Demon Slayer and it fucking worked

It does take a while to get into the shifting meditative state, but once you do and are fully submerged, it’s smooth sailing from there

So now I like regularly shift when I’m pissed or need some down time and I go visit Rengoku 😋

Oh yeah and for your DR you can script like basically anything you want. Like I scripted for Rengoku to live after the battle with Akaza and now I’m his little wifey who takes care of him 😚

So yeah like 10/10 recommend trying it I know shifting isn’t for everyone

But like fuck this reality dude I’m tryna get some Rengoku dick fym I should stay in this reality 😒

Oh and also you can have like multiple different DRs of the same universe soooo

Anyways that’s all I go peace

-C

😮

[eveningdance]

You Get Pregnant

| Masterlist |

Giyuu:

Giyuu doesn't know how to properly react at first. He's stunned in his spot for a while before he looks up at you and in the tiniest voice, "R-- really?"

When you confirm, he seems to hesitate before gently touching your stomach. He admits that he never thought he would live to see himself become a dad and bursts into tears. He hugs you tight and lets it all out while you soothe him.

Kyojuro:

Kyojuro is frozen for a moment, but then the biggest grin you've ever seen spreads across his face and he picks you up, spinning you around in joy. He's so excited he's like a puppy, asking you questions and touching your stomach and holding you tenderly. He hasn't been around a baby since Senjuro, and he remembers his brother fondly. He remembers the long nights his mother had, but he's convinced that you both can do it. The two of you immediately make plans to tell his father and brother the good news (as well as make the grumpy grandpa-to-be smile, dammit!)

Gyomei:

Gyomei's eyes immediately fill with tears, and he presses his hands together and starts to pray. He's overwhelmed with the news -- nervous, surprised, excited -- it's been so long since he's taken care of children that he doesn't know if he can do it for a moment. Part of him feels horrible guilt for it; while his orphans were long dead, here he was, sharing a happy moment with his wife, about to have a child of his own. But then you gently place your hand on his wrist and smile up at him, and he remembers how blessed you both are to be alive. You reassure him and the two of you share a kiss. It's enough to make a grown man cry... and that's okay.

Sanemi:

Sanemi is shocked beyond belief for a moment. Then he's so careful, so gentle when he asks, "Are you really--?"

When you say yes, his eyes fill with tears for a moment before he tries to discretely wipe them away. He pulls you in for a hug, hiding his face in your neck. He's so nervous about it he can't stop shaking. After what happened to all of his siblings in his childhood, he never wanted to even think about caring for a child again -- but now here he was, on okay terms with Genya, with a wife, and now, a child on the way. He loves you, all three of you, with all his heart, even if he doesn't always show it.

Akaza:

Are you a demon?

If not: Although his first reaction is to be overjoyed, Akaza feels horrible.

Demons and humans can't have children together. With a demon mother, their body will absorb the embryo immediately. With a human mother, the embryo/fetus will begin to kill the mother from within. In 99% of cases, neither survive. In the other 1%, only the baby will be born, but the baby will be significantly weaker and will likely not survive infancy. The entire pregnancy and birth is horrendously painful and the mother gets sicker and sicker until she's bedridden and almost comatose, unable to move until she dies.

While Akaza has dreamed of having a family of you, he doesn't want to lose a loved one so soon again. He'll beg you to abort the baby. If you refuse, he'll instead beg you to let him turn you. He knows you don't want to discard your humanity, but if you can't and/or won't abort the baby, then it's your only option of survival.

If so: Akaza is ecstatic.

All he ever wanted was to have a family of his own and get away from his ugly past. When you come to him, telling him that you're pregnant, his first reaction would be to question it, but when you confirm that yes, you want this, and yes, he's going to be a father, he starts to cry. He picks you up and spins you around, telling you how excited he is and how much he loves you.

Douma:

Are you a demon?

If not: Douma is incredibly disappointed.

He'll ask if you want to keep the baby. He'll be incredibly serious when he tells you the odds of survival and then ask you again. If you don't want to abort, then he'll ask if you want to be turned. He wants you to be safe no matter what.

If so: He's a little nervous.

Douma has some experience in taking care of infants (thanks to Kotoha), but he's never had to think about his own children. Still, he's interested in seeing where this goes.

Kokushibo:

Are you a demon?

If not: Kokushibo is apprehensive.

You're the first human in four whole centuries that he feels a legit connection with (and it's not just about your abilities anymore). The last thing he wants of you is to have to watch you struggle through a doomed pregnancy and ultimately die, whether or not you take the baby with you at birth. Kokushibo does not beg, but eventually you'd find him trying almost desperately to persuade you to abort the baby to save your life if you decide not to turn.

If so: Kokushibo doesn't know how to react at first.

He faintly remembers his own human wife and children, so he has a feeling he knows what to do, but he doesn't know if he could do it again, especially in this state. It'll take a lot of reassurance and space between you two for him to eventually come to terms with it and accept it. He's proud deep down that you're having a child, and with his meager memories (which, really, aren't much, considering how busy he was at the time), he can and will be a father.

Muzan:

Are you a demon?

If not: Muzan is upset.

He had actually caught feelings for someone for the first time in, well, his entire life. And to hear that you, his human wife (his actual human wife, mind you), is pregnant, it turns his entire plan up on its head. He is not going to lose you, daylight be damned. He'll explain everything that he knows about demon-human pregnancies, and he'll ask if you want to turn for your own safety. It's either that or abortion. This is one of the few areas where he will not accept no for an answer, and it will lead to a few fights between you. Once you do make a choice, however, he arranges for the least amount of pain possible for you. He cares a lot about you and will not let you die. He understands that turning you will deprive you of your freedom (and he hates to think of it), but you're his family now, and he doesn't want to lose you like he has others, like Rui.

If so: Muzan is pleased.

There aren't very many cases of demons procreating with one another, given that they tend to be pretty hostile to one another unless under an alliance. And now the most powerful of them all is going to have a child with another powerful demon (because come on, you don't believe that your spouse would let you be a weak starter, did you?), and what if this is his chance to finally unlock the secret to walking in the sun? Until now, no pureblood (AKA, him) had ever conceived with a changeling (AKA, everyone else). What if the child had new abilities that he could not? Old habits admittedly die hard, and for a while he'd genuinely wonder about devouring the child at a certain age if they showed promise. But then he'd think of you and hesitate for once, ultimately deciding that there must be another way to conquer daylight.

Yoriichi:

Yoriichi is. just. so shocked.

He honestly never thought that he would be able to have a family like this again. When Uta and the baby died, they took a piece of his heart with them. But now here you are, happily pregnant, and he's on top of the world. He sweeps you in for a tight hug, tears burning in his eyes as he thanks you.

#kny x reader #female reader #pregnancy #headcanons

[tanjir0se]

As the World Caves In--Part 1 of 2

Pairings: Rengiyuu Words: 2.3k/? Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Everybody Lives AU Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Canon-typical Violence, Medical Procedures, Blood

It felt like he was in a dream. No, a nightmare. Any moment now he’d wake up screaming, heart pounding in his ears until it settled back to a normal pace. Any moment now he’d be back in the mansion gardens with Rengoku by his side, wisteria on the breeze, warm from the sun and the sound of Rengoku’s laughter. All he could hear now was his own heartbeat, all he could smell was the sharp copper scent of blood. His entire field of view had gone red. 

Summary: Giyuu was fortunate enough to be on a mission just South of the Mugen Train crash and the site of Rengoku's battle with Akaza. Now he's all that stands between Kyojuro and death.

Thank you to @babykirara for the amazing header she made for me that I can't stop using to decorate my various putting of Giyuu in Situations

UPDATE: read part 2 here!

Giyuu rarely put much thought into where Rengoku was headed on his missions. Being a Hashira seemed as easy for him as breathing, swordplay coming as naturally as the ease of his conversations. As much as he missed their walks in the gardens, their one-sided conversations, the hot flush on his face while they sparred in the training grounds, the idea of Rengoku facing genuine danger was foreign to him. 

As for himself, quite a few times Giyuu had awoken in the Butterfly mansion, bandaged and bleeding and bruised, always with Rengoku waiting by his side. He’d chide him for his recklessness, extol his strength as a demon slayer, and offer to help him train during his recovery. Their positions had yet to be reversed. Rengoku was…well, he was Rengoku. The flame Hashira would return with a few scrapes here and there, but they were easily outshined by his bright-as-the-sun smile. It was easy to ignore them. 

Until it wasn’t. Until that day. 

Giyuu sheathed his sword and exhaled, watching the demon he’d just decapitated smolder apart, ashes drifting into the early dawn sky. He’d been on the case of a demon at a local theater for a few days when he’d received a raven with a letter from Rengoku, telling him all about the latest mission he’d been assigned to: investigating the Mugen Train. It never took very long for Rengoku to return from whatever mission he was on, so Giyuu figured he’d hear all about it once they both returned to the mansion. 

The piercing cry of his crow nearly made him jump as he was turning to find his way back to the mansion. 

“Backup urgently requested! Backup urgently requested!” His crow was screeching as it fluttered down onto his shoulder. “Flame Hashira Kyojuro Rengoku requires urgent assistance in his pursuit of the Mugen Train demon!” Giyu leaned slightly away from its shrill voice directly in his ear. His eyes widened. 

“What happened?” He gripped his sword hilt with white knuckles. Rengoku never requested assistance, not in all the years they’d been Hashira together. His stomach clenched tightly, nearly painfully, Giyuu readied himself to run. 

“The train has crashed just north from here! An upper rank demon has appeared in the fight!” The crow reported. 

All at once Giyuu couldn’t breathe. His throat clamped shut, chest heaving, and all he could manage through the strangling grip of fear was three words: “Take me there.”

***

Giyuu could recall only one time he’d run so fast in all his life: nearly twenty years ago. Cold air had torn through his lungs but he hadn’t slowed. He couldn’t. The more distance he put between himself and the strangers he’d been left in the care of, the more likely he’d find someone who would listen to him. He couldn’t save his sister, but maybe if he kept running he’d find someone who could help him save someone else. The last thing he remembered that night was collapsing into the snow, exhausted, throat raw. In his exhaustion he remembered seeing her standing there, watching him with her sad eyes and raven-black hair. That was his last image of her. 

He couldn’t save his sister. All his life he’d never forgotten that helplessness. Now, following his crow toward the ever-growing plumes of smoke on the horizon, he felt it growing in his gut again. Not him. Anyone but him. 

The sun was beginning to rise as Giyuu came to the scene of the train crash. Aside from the murmur of survivors helping each other out of the wreckage, and the distant crackle of flames, it was eerily quiet. Whatever upper rank demon had been here would be long gone. The impending sunlight made sure of that. Perhaps Rengoku had simply defeated the upper rank before the sun rose, leaving the battlefield in silence. He certainly wouldn’t put it past him. And hoping was easier at the moment than despair. 

A surprising streak of pink caught his eye in the shadow of one of the train cars. Giyuu jogged toward it, picking up his speed when he realized what it was. 

“Nezuko.” he said stupidly, finding it to be the only thing he could think to say. The blond-haired kid that was always hanging around her was kneeling beside her with Tanjiro’s box open, ushering her inside. She looked up when she saw him, her magenta eyes glistening. The blond followed her gaze and gasped when he saw him. 

“Mr. Tomioka--”

“Where is Rengoku?” Giyuu interrupted. The blond just shook his head at him, eyes wide with fear, and pointed toward a grove of trees on the far end of the wreckage. Giyuu wordlessly followed his direction. 

He heard the sobs before he saw anything. The sky was thick and hazy with clearing smoke. Just over a small ridge he found a clearing before a large grove of trees. The ground was scarred with slashes from a sword, footprints in a fighting stance, trenches were a body had been blown back by some great force. The dirt glistened with blood, for a moment it was the only color in the gray-brown haze of smoke and dirt kicked up from battle.

Giyuu stumbled down the hill into the smoke. The sobs were getting louder, his chest was getting tighter, he doubted he’d be able to breathe even without the caustic cloud around him. After a few seconds of searching, Giyuu’s eyes fell on a flash of yellow, bright as the sun. Rengoku. 

“Kyojuro!” Giyuu managed. Hope and relief carried him forward through the smoke, but he slowed once again when the full scene appeared before him. 

Tanjiro, on his hands and knees, looked up at him as he appeared through the smog. Tears cut sharply through the grime and blood on his face. Behind him was the kid with the boar’s head, trembling violently, unable to look at him. Kneeling before them both was Rengoku himself. 

“Kyojuro.” Giyuu said, ignoring the look on Tanjiro’s face, the blood, the smoke. Rengoku didn’t move. His haori spilled out around him, soaked from the waist down with a halo of blood. There was a long beat of silence before Kyojuro abruptly, grotesquely slumped backwards, deadweight, hitting the dirty ground with a loud but hollow thump. 

“Mr. Rengoku…!” Tanjiro whimpered. “Please, Mr. Tomioka, help him!” 

Giyuu stared, disbelieving. It felt like he was in a dream. No, a nightmare. Any moment now he’d wake up screaming, heart pounding in his ears until it settled back to a normal pace. Any moment now he’d be back in the mansion gardens with Rengoku by his side, wisteria on the breeze, warm from the sun and the sound of Rengoku’s laughter. All he could hear now was his own heartbeat, all he could smell was the sharp copper scent of blood. His entire field of view had gone red. 

“Mr. Tomioka!” Tanjiro was shouting. Giyuu wasn’t listening. He was staring instead at his friend’s blasted-open abdomen, an ocean of red pouring out from the mangled flesh beneath his torn uniform. Something snapped inside of him, the fragile scaffolding he’d built around his heart shattering into pieces like Kyojuro’s body. Not him, not him, not him--

“Tomioka!” Tanjiro screamed. Giyuu blinked and found Tanjiro had stood and was tugging desperately on his haori. “Please!”

Giyuu looked at Tanjiro and inhaled. There he stood between his friend and oblivion. If he did nothing else for the rest of his life, he would reach into that oblivion and yank him back. Hands shaking, Giyuu finally moved. 

Quickly but gently, Giyuu took Kyojuro--Kyojuro’s body?--by the shoulders and lowered him to the ground, where he hit the blood soaked dirt with a heavy and sickening squelching sound. Long ago, when his hands were too small to hold a sword and his body too weak to swing it, Urokodaki had made sure to teach him how to force a heart to beat, how to fill another’s lungs with air. How to reach into oblivion and yank someone back. 

Back then he’d warned him it didn't often work, even when done perfectly. Back then he’d seen that firsthand, as he’d uselessly pumped the heart of a lifeless body crushed beyond repair. Giyuu remembered the blood soaking through the patterned robe and splattering onto the crushed kitsune mask beside him. 

He couldn’t save his sister. He couldn’t save Sabito and Makomo. Kyojuro now stared sightlessly up at him, his eyes half-open and splattered with blood. Giyuu knelt beside him, placed the heel of his pale hand against Kyojuro’s ruined chest, and pushed down with everything he had. 

Immediately he heard the crack of ribs snapping, felt them collapse inward like twigs beneath his hands. Giyuu sucked in a surprised and disgusted breath but continued anyway. He had to. He counted in his head the best he could but kept losing count as he watched blood flow up from Kyojuro’s chest and throat and onto his hands, soaking his uniform sleeves. Even counting took huge effort; all he could think about was his friend’s voice, his smile, the heat that came to his face whenever Kyojuro drew close to him. 

1, 2, 3, 4–Ah, Giyuu! My friend, how nice to see you again!—6, 7, 8, 9–Hah! You always know how to make me laugh. I always enjoy your company. 

Panting with effort, Giyuu found a rhythm, bending at the waist to throw his weight behind each artificial beat of Kyojuro’s heart. All those kind things Kyojuro had said to him and he’d never returned any of them. Not for lack of trying, and he knew Kyojuro understood…Each silent upward tilt of his lips, each time he drew a little closer, handed him something he was reaching for without him asking, remembered his order at their favorite Udon cart—I love you I love you I love you—but he’d never actually said it. 

It wasn’t as easy for him as it seemed to be for Kyojuro. That strangling grip around his throat seemed to never lessen, and the harder he tried to summon the words to express what he felt, the further they retreated back into his. The tighter the grip became. He swallowed.

“Come on, Kyo,” he spat through his teeth and the tightness in his throat, far beyond caring if the boys heard or noticed his use of the nickname he’d never said aloud. “Please…”

When he reached thirty, or felt like he’d gotten to thirty, Giyuu stopped and leaned down, tilting Kyojuro’s chin upward, pressing his lips to Kyojuro’s and breathing into him. Kyojuro’s chest—what was left of it—rose with the breath and fell again. The air escaped his cold lips in a loose gurgle. Another borrowed breath, another rush of blood, another long and frightening silence. Giyuu came away tasting blood and resumed pumping his chest again. 

He lost track of time. For that matter he’d lost track of space, too. The earth had fallen out beneath them. In that moment the only thing that could pull him back into orbit again was Kyojuro. He didn’t realize that the Kakushi had arrived and we’re taking over, not even when Tanjiro’s voice managed to reach him again.  

“Mr. Tomioka…?” He was calling. Giyuu ignored him and continued. His chest was beginning to heave with coming sobs; they became so intense he could barely move or breathe. Still he continued. Someone else was calling his name. Still he continued. I love you I love you I love you.

“Master Tomioka, we will take over from here.” A voice said. His shaking hands were so soaked with blood they were beginning to slide off of their position on Kyojuro’s sternum. “M-master Tomioka, please…” Someone was pulling on his arm, pulling him back and away from Kyojuro. Giyuu set his jaw and tried to continue but the hands continued pulling into finally they managed to get him off of Kyojuro, though his eyes did not move from Kyojuro’s face. 

“That’s enough, Mr. Tomioka.” Tanjiro was saying. The moment Giyuu stopped yanking against him in an attempt to get back to Kyojuro, Tanjiro released his arm and let him watch while Kakushi descended upon the scene, his vision blurred with tears he hadn’t realized had been falling from his eyes. The Kakushi swarmed him as they took over, their training clearly much fresher than Giyuu’s. 

His breath caught in his throat as it ripped in and out of his shattered chest. Giyuu felt faint, he felt his own heart stop, ears ringing as if he’d just been in an explosion. His own ribs were imploding too. The cliff edge of oblivion stretched out before him, the reality of the rest of his life without Kyojuro’s smile. It was everything he could do to keep himself upright.

Through the haze he heard one of the Kakushi speaking. 

“I have a pulse!”

Giyuu blinked. To his shock, Kyojuro’s chest was moving slowly up and down even without his intervention. Each exhale brought a small flow of blood from Kyojuro’s mouth, but he was breathing. His heart, somehow, was beating. The world resumed its spin. 

“You did it, Mr. Tomioka!” Tanjiro whispered in disbelief. He watched them load Rengoku onto a stretcher and take off toward the medical camp they were still setting up. Tanjiro pushed himself into a standing position, wavered, tried to remember how to breathe. Beside him, Tomioka remained motionless on his knees, his face even paler than usual. “Mr. Tomioka?” 

He was surprised into silence as Tomioka abruptly bent forward and vomited onto the bloody ground. Tanjiro’s hands hovered uselessly over Tomioka’s back, wanting to comfort him, too frightened to touch him, too worried he might vomit, too. Before he could decide what to do Tomioka jerked upright again and stood, shaking, blood dripping from his fingers.

Giyuu was not a praying man. It had never worked for him before. But for one moment, exhausted and faint and feeling the world tilt as it attempted to find its orbit again, Giyuu allowed himself to offer not a prayer, but a bargain. 

If you let him live, I swear, I’ll tell him everything.

#DIDN'T I TELL YOU ALL I WAS GOING INSANE #WELCOME TO FUCKING WEDNESDAY BAAAABES #sorry babykirara i keep tagging you in my nonsense but your headers are so pretty and i Must put my Man in Situations #rengiyuu #kny #demon slayer #rengoku #giyu #AT THE RATE MY INSANITY IS MOVING PART TWO COULD ALSO BE DONE TODAY LMFAO #is it good? no. did i proofread it? also no. did i even have a clear concept of where i was going with this? no. #but! it's done and it sure is unhinged #enjoy my descent into madness #and as always...welcome to fucking wednesday

[myreygn]

If you're still doing the First Impressions Character ask game:

Askeladd; Tanizaki (bsd); Tendou (haikyuu!!); Akaza (demon slayer)

-soda

uaaah so many characters at once :D thanks for asking soda!! already did askeladd here

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Tanizaki

First impression

aw man he's cute too bad he's a terrorist

Impression now

i'm so soft for him i'm not even kidding, he's adorable to me and i'm so invested every time he does anything remotely out of his comfort zone because i just want him to succeed

Favorite moment

hands down when he threw himself out of a moving car and kenji caught him i'm so normal about this scene

Idea for a story

i really really really wanna write some atsutani, this ship took my heart by storm and just anything cute and fluffy for them is on my writing bucket list (also i have this nsfw draft of soukoku ft tanizaki sitting in my drafts that i'll never finish but psht)

Unpopular opinion

despite some of their scenes being uncomfortable af his relationship to naomi is actually really sweet and i wish they left the creepy stuff out so i could enjoy them without having to explain myself 💀

Favorite relationship

love tanizaki and kenji actually, they're besties in my head

Favorite headcanon

strikes me as someone who stress bakes

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Tendou

First impression

funfact tendou and makoto tachibana from free! have the same german voice actor and because i watched both of these shows in german my first reaction was turning to my sister like "holy shit is that makoto"

Impression now

he's so fun to me, i never have a bad time watching tendou do anything. i'm reading the manga rn and his commentary throughout the karasuno vs nekoma match is my favorite thing in the world

Favorite moment

it doesn't matter if you don't understand what he's saying it's all about the delivery

Idea for a story

oh hmm... good question actually lol. something tensemi idk i don't write him often

Unpopular opinion

he deserved to be bullied for that bowl cut (I'M KIDDING)

Favorite relationship

i mean we all love the ushiten dynamic but honestly tensemi will always be special to me, i live for their dynamic

Favorite headcanon

with haikyuu i never know what's canon and what's headcanon- i like to think that he got his buzzcut on a whim and then spent 10 minutes crying in front of the mirror, cradling his hair in his arms

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Akaza

First impression

i was so scared for kyojuro lemme tell you but his soundtrack was too cool i couldn't resist the epicness

Impression now

there's rarely been a character that's both so funny and so sad to me. everything about him cracks me tf up but if i think about him for more than five seconds i will start crying

Favorite moment

the moment when he sinks into koyuki's arms kills me. every. time.

Idea for a story

i really wanna do a character study with him at some point and focus on his relationship to humanity/monstrosity i just need a scenario i can weave this into

Unpopular opinion

idk what to put here so i'm just gonna say PUT SOME GODDAMN SHOES ON I DON'T NEED YOUR FEET IN MY FACE EVERY OTHER PANEL BY GOD

Favorite relationship

i fuck so hard with him and douma because douma holds all the cards in that relationship and i live for toxic imbalanced dynamics

Favorite headcanon

idk why but i like the idea that he sleeps every now and then just for the heck of it. and when he does he dreams but he never remembers them when he wakes up

#rey answers #ask game #thanks for playing!!

[viciousbite]

“Akaza, why have you stopped? Finish both of them now! Your journey doesn’t end here! You told me you wanted to become strong!” Muzan to dying Akaza

@fallesto

Memories, every single one of them, the good, the bad, swum in his mind. He remembered it all, the pitiful life he lived, the pathetic sad little story of his life. Why did he struggle to fight, when he had nothing left to protect. Why did he cling to life, when there was nothing left for him to live for. Why did his body not stop regenerating, why did it useless struggle. Stop it, stop it...

A hazy memory of a soft and calloused hand placed upon his head. His fathers words, then his mentors words, echoed within his mind, like a strange dream. To think they would not forsake him for what he had done, how he dirtied his hands with a mountain of useless carnage... A grip, the hand became rough, dominating, forceful, a ghostly hand tore at the roots of his hair.

It was all in his head, all in his head, head that did not exist in the real world. Words, echoed through his whole body, his veins, every inch of his body. Muzan, Muzan-sama was disappointed in him, he sounded angry. He wanted to get strong, didn't he? That was what he always wanted, to get strong. Stronger...! He wanted to be strong! So what that he didn't have a head? He'd kill them all, get stronger, regrow his head, fulfill his promise...!

His body twitched, knees wobbled as the flesh upon his neck continued to bubble with new flesh. Piece by piece it tried to grow back. Once more, a strange softness placed ghostly over his chin, soft hands, woman's hands... Koyuki... Enough... He had done enough? AKAZA!! A turmoil of light and darkness surrounded his form. One pulled him to let go, while the other screamed to kill the slayers, to not give him, to get stronger....!

Tattooed hands reached at empty air, an embrace, something better. Something better than all the carnage. But... Muzan-sama--... He should protect him too-- Wait, why would he do that? When he had his sweet fiance, Koyuki, embrace him with such gentleness, while all he ever got was pain as a demon. He never wanted this, he never wanted to become a demon. All he wanted to do was to protect his loved ones and when that failed... He wanted to give up, he didn't care to live without his loved ones.

Strength... Did it truly matter anymore?

#fallesto #Akaza~Main #kny spoilers #//thanks for sending~ #//Wanted to reply to this while I had some kaza muse #//hmm hmm survival au beginning or not #//if not -proceeds to turn to dust - xD

[purgetrooper77]

Demon Slayer: The Hinokami Chronicles  video game review

I am 4 days late writing this review but knowing some ppl in Tumblr I’m sure they don’t care at all. So almost a week ago I beat the Demon Slayer video game and I have to say I love most of it.

I say “most of it” because this video game was great until the last chapter which was Mugen Train. Allow me to explain:

The video game made everything anime accurate and they even added some cool things in the video game that wasn’t added in the anime or manga (that I know of) and when I first saw these things I was really impressed. But when I tried to finish Chapter 8 (aka the final chapter of the Video Game) I was having some doubts there. But since it’s Demon Slayer and since it’s not going to be a perfect experience I don’t think this review won’t be as positive as it sounds to be. The game is difficult yes but it’s very good and the challenges inside the game are superb. The cutscenes were a bit too long but I know how to easily solve that problem: make the cutscenes 2-3 minutes long, have something to do in between, then another 2-3 minute long cutscene.

Here is my main complaint: the ending of the video game where Tanjiro fights Rengoku in his dreams didn’t happen in the anime. 

When I first seen this scene I was heavily confused and I thought I was in a Demon Slayer AU where Tanjiro was killed by Akaza but Rengoku. Then another thought came to my mind. “Oh this must be a dream.” I thought as I moved Tanjiro towards the door. Keep in mind it has been a while since I have seen the Mugen Train movie and I really don’t remember this scene at all. Then I was starting to wonder if the creators of the video game was trying to make it a lot different than in the anime (which was a bit questionable in my opinion). I was this close to writing a bad review of this game when Rengoku kicked my rear end in our first battle but then I realized I was giving into gamer rage and I needed to take a break. (I was struggling with the Akaza Final Boss fight before this) After I took my break I fought Rengoku again and won. Keep in mind it was 10:33 AM (where I live) and I was almost at the edge of my seat when I finally defeated Rengoku. I was going to write a bad Demon Slayer Video Game review just for that one inaccurate anime scene but thankfully I reconsidered and here we are now. I rate this video game a 7.5/10 with 3 stars. I do wish Sega created a sequel to this game so that way I can have more fun than ever.

I consider this review late because I wanted to write it three days ago but school and other stuff got in the way and I really didn’t have enough time to write reviews while doing homework/studying. 

The next review will be a movie review. I will be watching Werewolf by Night for the first time this weekend so stay tuned for that. 

#demon slayer #nezuko #tanjiro #demon slayer inosuke #zenitsu kimetsu no yaiba #mugen train #spoiler #anime #review #mist hashira #flame hashira #water breathing #sun breathing #sega #nintendo switch #muzan kibutsuji #akaza #kimetsu no yaiba rengoku #urokodaki sakonji

[nymphoheretic]

ITS KOYUKI ANON!

ITS BEEN SO LONG SO LET ME EXPLAIN MY ABSENCE

So my apartment complex caught on fire. Which tbh didn’t bug me much as I practically live with hakuji now and all my important stuff is here. But like MONEY

So I was really struggling and hakuji was so so kind and payed for OVER HALF. he refused for me to say no.

Then while I was healing from that because it was stressful. He bought me my dream pet?? So now we have a grey cat with bright blue eyes (british blue) and we as clique white people named him Mr blue! He’s only 3 months old! He’s baby! But he’s been like.. a menace with the furniture. Literally kill me on training that because fuck me.

ALSO hakuji JUST STARTED ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT ARC.

Oddly enough considering he looks and acts just like hakuji.. he really likes Akaza and wants to know more about him. He even has a theory he’ll become a good guy and work with the core.. idk how he came with that theory after the murder BUT vibing with it.

He also loves sanemi and muichiro from their intro, he said Shinobu makes him unsettled 😭He thinks obanai and Mitsuri are sleeping together which yanno what let’s let him believe they wanted to.

ALSO I HOPE YOU ARE WELL! I’m sorry it’s been so long KISSES ❤️🥰

GASPS!! MY BABY!! HI!!! IM SO GLAD TO HEAR FROM YOU!!! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!

OMG!! I'm so sorry to hear that, but happy that all your important belongs were at Hakuji's place and that he payed for over half of what you needed! That man is a literal angel.

KITTY!! I'D LOVE TO SEE A PICTURE OF HIM IF YOU'RE COMFY. I LOVE KITTENS!

I've heard that if you spray a gentle mist of water on them it discourages bad behaviour like clawing up furniture. At least thats what I did when I had my kitten.

How on Earth did he come up with a theory that Ak*za would turn good after he murdered my husband? He is a Hakuji kinnie frfr then

I'm so happy he likes nemi and my son mui!! 😂 Not Shinobu making him unsettled! I love her so much lol And I mean...he's not too far off aout Obanai and Mitsuri...

But It was so good to hear from you!! I hope you and Hakuji continue to be happy!!

#nymph.letters♡ #nymph's koyuki nonnie♡

[imagineanime2022]

Haha finally watched Mungen train... Now Rengoku is not my favorite out of everyone but that still hurt. So I have a silly idea truly just me wanting comfort because he's dead but he honestly is amazing. So the idea is the reader had a dream about the Mungen train arc, but they hadn't told Rengoku about the details and how worried they were so eventually the next time Rengoku went on a task the reader followed him and ended up getting Akaza from behind? Like right before he was about to plunge his hand through reader cut the rest of the way through his neck? Gn demon slayer reader please if you can. Not a Hashira since there can only be 9 so just a rank below

His death still hurts me a lot, I literally can't re watch the second series for that reason, he wasn't my favourite but I did really like him, I thought he was cute. I loved writing this so we can pretend that he lived on.

Hope you like it!

Here

[thischachamaru]

For Whom the Bells Toll

For RenTanWeek, Day 3: Recovery

Summary: After fighting Akaza, Kyojuro wakes up at his family home- alive!

He and Tanjiro make a promise for the future.

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Art commissioned from @lupinchopang27.

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Rengoku jolted awake.

Pale glass bells chimed in the window, shining blue in the afternoon, and scattering light over the ceiling. The paper walls, decorated with swirling dragons and roaring tigers, looked set to devour him.

Somewhere nearby, Senjuro swept, bristles swishing back and forth against the wood as surely as Rengoku swung his sword. Farther away, his father grumbled, arguing with someone—likely, an envoy—about this or that.

This was the Rengoku estate. He was alive. His mother was dead. There were no ghosts here.

It must've been a dream.

Concentrating on his breathing, he poked and probed his wounds, enduring each wince and grimace. Bandages covered the left half of his head, completely obscuring that half of his vision, as well as the majority of his torso, concentrating on a hole in his side, wrapped so tightly that it made moving difficult.

Each inhale set his nerves on fire, and each exhale stoked the flames higher, and higher. Still, he breathed, deeper and deeper, pushing air to his muscles.

Shakily, steadily, Rengoku fisted his bedding, dragging himself into a seated position. More than once, he nearly passed out from the pain.

If the other hashira were there to see his condition…

“I would surely die of shame!” he yelled.

The entire estate fell silent. A crow cawed.

Then, thunder stomped through the halls—

—boom, boom, BOOM!

BOOM!

Tanjiro burst through the screen door. “Rengoku!”

“There is no need to shout!” Rengoku shouted—then paused. “Young Kamado. I did not expect to see you here! Destroying my family home, no less. How is your wound?”

“That’s—“ Tanjiro sucked in a deep breath. He was scraped all over, eyes red and swollen. “I’m really truly sorry. I heard you, and I—well, I wasn’t thinking,” he admitted, making a silent promise to fix it later. “More importantly, how are you?”

“Hmm!” Rengoku crossed his arms. “Everything hurts! And I’ve gone blind—in one, yes, one eye! I do not know how I will live with myself,” he laughed, as if it was all one great joke.

Tanjiro bit his lip, and said nothing.

“At any rate.” Rengoku abruptly changed the subject, “I am glad to see you well. You too, Senjuro. What’s with that face?”

Out in the hall, Senjuro froze. He sniffed loudly at the question, choked with emotion, and shook his head quickly.

“Rengoku, please worry more about yourself,” Tanjiro gently chided.

“I worry just enough,” Rengoku retorted, “for example- right now, I am worrying about my training. How long have I been asleep?”

“Not long enough,” Tanjiro furrowed his brow. “You nearly died!”

“Did I now!” Rengoku boomed, mouth curved upwards. “What a blunt way to address a hashira!”

Tanjiro flushed. “I—“ he caught himself. “I’m sorry. Again.” He ducked his head in guilt.

Rengoku blinked. “Ah?”

Senjuro finally piped up, “Tanjiro, it’s okay. He —doesn’t mean anything by it,” he said, voice small. He glanced around nervously, before stepping over the wreckage of the door, urging Tanjiro towards Rengoku’s bed. “It’s fine. Sit!”

“Really? I don’t mind standing,“ Tanjiro protested, only to acquiesce shortly after. Nonetheless, he knelt next to Rengoku, in seiza—spine ramrod straight, and palms sweating, while Senjuro fluttered about, tidying up the room.

Rengoku paid them no mind. Instead, he was alert, looking back and forth for someone that was not there.

Father was a private man. Perhaps he’d visit when no one was around. Or maybe he wouldn’t. He had made his opinions of Rengoku’s chosen vocation quite clear, after all:

Pointless. A waste of time.

Still, Rengoku waited, and waited, and waited. The longer he waited, the more he dwelled on the issue; and the more he dwelled on it, the more bitter he became.

He had long carried this disappointment with him- it was a constant companion. Up mountains and down valleys he trudged, with it on his back. With each step, it grew heavier, and heavier, until he was scaling a cliff with a boulder tied to him, knowing that, any second, he could slip, and be crushed.

That was fine. If he died, then he’d die, and that was that. He’d die with honor, imagining that—at least, his father might attend his funeral.

Only, he lived. He lived, and the disappointment became a mountain, pinning him to a bed like a bug.

It was, truly…

… a horrible feeling!

Tanjiro’s nose twitched.

“Um…” he started, brow furrowed in concern. “Rengoku, is there anything we can get you? You look…”

—upset.

“—pale,” he fumbled. Which wasn’t untrue.

“I…” Rengoku faltered, swallowing a sudden wave of nausea. He slapped on a reassuring face. “One moment!”

Veins bulged through his arms—Rengoku doubled over, and gagged.

Tanjiro rushed to help him upright, while Senjuro leapt to his feet. “I’ll go get water!”

He darted out of the room, nearly crashing into someone.

Shinjuro cocked his head, his expression unreadable. A bottle dangled from his fingers, sloshing with a sweet-smelling sake, so pungent it made Tanjiro’s hair stand on end.

Senjuro scrambled into a bow. “Father! I—“

“Clean up this mess,” he gruffly said.

There was a beat.

“Yes, father,” Senjuro bowed again. He hesitated, hastily adding, “please go see him.”

He rushed off before Shinjuro could reply, socks padding quietly against the floor. Then, the smell of dulcet sake began to fade: He had also left.

Tanjiro winced.

That was… harsh.

I don’t know what to say . Tanjiro thought. He abruptly realized he was still supporting Rengoku. Heat radiated from the flame hashira, sweat wicking through his yukata, to the palms of Tanjiro’s hands.

Rengoku did not seem to notice at all. His eyes were wide with the strain of holding in his stomach. But when Tanjiro tried to get him to lay down, Rengoku brushed him away.

“I—am fine !” His ever-present smile flickered on and off, like a small flame in a monsoon. The hashira held up a finger. “One more moment, please!”

It was really admirable. Even in despair, he kept pushing on.

“Ah, okay.” Tanjiro reluctantly released him, sitting back on his feet. It’s really none of my business, but…

He stared sourly at his lap, curling and uncurling his fists. A strange feeling bubbled inside him, simmering and boiling; it filled his lungs with steam, and his chest with fire.

Tanjiro exhaled. Don’t cause any more trouble, he told himself, and shoved that strange feeling away, flashing his teeth. “Senjuro is really a wonderful brother, isn’t he?”

“Hm?” Rengoku wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Ah, yes. I am very proud.”

“He reminds me of my sister.” Tanjiro said softly, looking everywhere but Rengoku. From the door, to the blanket, to the window—he glanced outside, at the cherry blossoms, and felt his throat clench. “Hanako. She… always stood up for me, even when I didn’t need it. She was very—kind.”

Then Tanjiro fell silent, picking at his sleeve.

Maybe he had overstepped. Going on and on about his past like that—when the hashira was in such a condition— it was… definitely too much. Yet, he couldn’t keep quiet.

“I miss her, every day.” His voice cracked. “All the time. All of them…”

Salt stung his eyes. He sniffed loudly.

Rengoku waited for Tanjiro to continue. When that did not happen, he took control of the conversation.

“It’s simple. You are her older brother. Her kindness comes from your example.”

His reply was quiet. More quiet than Tanjiro had ever heard him be, and very nearly—sweet wasn’t the right way to describe it. But it was warm. It was gentle. It made his heart ache and flutter.

“And, young Kamado—“ Rengoku loudly added, making his blood jump. “—her kindness will live on through you. Of this I have no doubt!”

“You—“ Tanjiro cleared his throat. “Thank you. That’s very,“ kind, he almost said. “Thoughtful. Of you. To say. Um.” His tongue twisted and tripped. “It—well, it really cheered me up.”

“Mm!” Rengoku nodded and nodded. “Certainly!”

Suddenly, it felt like Tanjiro had eaten all the butterflies from Shinobu’s gardens. Then Rengoku’s smile pulled into a wider grin, and they were set ablaze.

“Train with me!” Rengoku brightly demanded.

Tanjiro immediately bristled. “Absolutely not!” he yelled. “Get some rest!”

Rengoku’s expression did not change. “Eh?”

“Respectfully, sir,” Tanjiro began. He clenched his fists, knuckles whitening, “I refuse. I won’t train with you. Not until… you are cleared by a doctor!”

Rengoku considered this for all of a second. “That is acceptable!”

“Then, we can train whenever you want! And, also…” Tanjiro coughed.

“And also?”

“I won’t become your tsuguko!”

Rengoku blinked. EH!?

“That’s what I’m here to tell you!”

“HA!” Rengoku guffawed incredulously. “You are so rude!”

“I’m sorry!” Tanjiro yelled. “Let me explain—“

Rengoku waved him off. “It’s fine. I like it!”

Each word was like an arrow to the heart:

I—LIKE—IT.

Tanjiro very nearly died.

“I still want to explain!” he protested, as Rengoku laughed, and laughed. “I have a very good reason. I do!”

“Which is?”

“It—“ Tanjiro inhaled, bracing himself. “It’s because- tsuguko are trained to replace hashira who fall in battle. You… cannot be replaced! So I’m sorry! But I can’t.”

With that, he set aside his katana, and bowed deeply, pressing his hands, then forehead, to the floor. The wood was cold, but he pressed on, eyes squeezed shut. “I won’t let anyone die for my sake.”

There was nothing to add to that.

For perhaps the second time in his life, Rengoku was stunned speechless. For this low rank to dare say such a thing—to him! The flame hashira!— it had to be a joke.

And yet Rengoku did not laugh. He tried, and his tongue turned to lead, humor slipping from his face, and splattering into his lap.

In just a few short sentences, Kamado Tanjiro had bared his soul, and then threw himself at the feet of an injured man, and then did not move— not to fidget, or take it back—or to shout a hasty, kidding!

If it was a joke, it was certainly… not a good one.

Crossing his arms again, Rengoku narrowed his eyes, brows creased in concentration. Tanjiro kept his head firmly planted on the ground, and waited.

He heard bells ring, clear and beautiful, just outside the window. Somewhere nearby, a bird cawed. Soon enough, he would be on another mission, fighting other demons, with other comrades. Naturally, some would die, and some would live; such was life, and being human. In the long run, it did not matter how Rengoku responded.

“What a foolish thing to say.”

Tanjiro flinched. A single bead of sweat rolled over his neck, beading at the edge of his jaw. It shimmered.

“Alright then.”

It was like lightning shot through him. Tanjiro’s eyes widened, shimmering with emotions. “Alright…?”

“I have decided-“ Rengoku lifted his chin, and bellowed- “I won’t die!”

Tanjiro scrambled to all fours, half-slipping on the sheets, sword kicked somewhere unimportant. He barely managed to catch himself from face planting. “Just like that?!”

“Mm!” Rengoku nodded sharply, looking straight ahead. “You, young Kamado, are my junior. If I died under your protection, it would surely weigh on my conscience in the afterlife.” This he declared as casually as discussing the weather. “So! I won’t die. And that’s that.”

Pro…. tection?

When did Tanjiro say that he’d—

—never mind. That’s not important!

Tanjiro deflated with a relieved sigh, folding himself into a more respectful seiza.

“Really?” He brightened. “I’m so glad. Then- you’ll get some rest?”

Rengoku answered, “Regrettably!”

“And we’ll train later!”

“Of course! But!” Rengoku’s mouth sharpened into a v, and he flashed into Tanjiro’s face, hair bouncing. “I’ll have you know, I get into a lot of trouble. You have your job cut out for you!”

“Uh-“

What is that supposed to mean!

Rengoku threw his head back. “HA! HA! HA!”

…a joke? Right…

Tanjiro chuckled nervously. “I’ll do my best!”

If Rengoku wanted his protection…

He gripped his hakama tightly.

Then he would! To the end. No matter what!

That said…

“Rengoku, you’re hurting, right?” Tanjiro cut off the hashira’s awkward laughter. It was obvious: A weak iron scent slithered around Rengoku, concentrating around his wounds. Likely, reopened.

“If I’m being honest, I’m really exhausted right now.” Tanjiro smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, why don’t we both get some rest? I’ll come by in the morning, and run through some drills. Is that okay with you? That way, you won’t get bored.”

Rengoku observed Tanjiro for some time, his stare wide and unblinking. Whatever he saw, it was enough, and he snapped towards the garden instead, gold eye dancing with glass bells.

“…as you’d like!” he nonchalantly replied, mouth quirked in amusement. “I won’t stop you.”

“That’s very kind!” Tanjiro nodded, “I appreciate it!”

But he did not move to go.

Permission or not, it was rude to leave without saying goodbye, and, right now, he didn’t want to do that. So Tanjiro hummed, and turned towards the garden.

So what if it hurt to smile. So what if he was covered with cuts and bruises, and could barely breathe, thanks to the hole in his stomach.

He was happy. He was really, really happy- so happy, he wanted to shout:

Rengoku is alive! Rengoku is alive! Rengoku is alive!

At that point, Senjuro hurried into the room, juggling some cups, a jug of water, and fresh bandages, nearly tripping over a tray of food by the ruined door.

“When did this get here…” he mumbled. They hadn’t had servants for years, and, of the two Rengoku sons, only Senjuro was allowed in the kitchen. Unless…

He blinked. It couldn’t be.

“Oh, Senjuro!” Tanjiro brightened. “There you are!”

“Oh! Um,” Senjuro wavered near the wrecked door. “Hi.” His eyes flickered towards Rengoku and Tanjiro, then dropped to the floor. “I—interrupted.”

“Nonsense!” Rengoku boomed. “Come on in!”

“You’re…” Senjuro edged closer. “Feeling better, brother?”

“I am!”

Senjuro sighed. “That’s good, at least.”

Rolling up his sleeves, Senjuro set everything down and fell to his knees, shuffling closer to Rengoku’s bed. He served them each a cup of water, which Tanjiro gratefully accepted. Rengoku guzzled his, and demanded, “another!”

Senjuro complied.

“Apologies for the wait,” he mumbled, glancing again at Tanjiro. “I had to- send for medicine…”

Tanjiro jumped up. “Let me help!”

“You don’t mind?”

“Not at all!”

“In that case… would you mind getting that tray over there?” Senjuro shakily managed a smile, matched by Rengoku’s brighter one. “We can eat together.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please, do!”

The tray was set with three bowls of rice, chopsticks, and an iron pot with a savory-honeyed fragrance spilling out from under the lid that made his mouth water. Curry, likely—he sniffed. Beef, with … yam? A strange choice.

Closing his eyes, he inhaled the sweet steam of rice vinegar, thinking briefly of home, his mother, and Hanako.

He made sure to give Rengoku a heaping serving of the curry, then Senjuro, and Rengoku again. What little remained went to him, with a cheerful excuse that he was expected at the wisteria house for dinner, probably. That lie earned Tanjiro a sharp glance from Rengoku. His cheeks burnt red.

Tanjiro clapped his hands together.

“Thank you for this meal!” they all announced, before digging in.

“This looks amazing!” Tanjiro said. “Senjuro, did you make this?”

“No, I just found it…” he looked embarrassed. “Is that okay?”

“More than okay! It’s—“ Tanjiro gulped down some meat “—so good!”

“Mm!” Rengoku agreed, plopping a piece of yam into his mouth. His eye widened, dancing with delighted stars. “Tasty!” He ate more. “Tasty!” And more. “Tasty!”

They were careful, well-mannered bites, that savored the warm and buttery flavor, melting on the tongue, throat bobbing as he swallowed.

Tanjiro gulped. Then he stuffed himself with more rice.

Nothing special. Nothing weird. He was just- hungry. That’s all.

The brothers made small talk through the meal, Senjuro meek where Rengoku thundered, carrying the conversation as easily as a blade, praising the food all the while; but, as the conversation went on, Senjuro gained his confidence, nodding vigorously, and Rengoku softened, delightedly listening to him talk.

Just like in battle, he knew when to advance, and when to retreat. It was really quite outstanding.

His stomach flopped uncomfortably.

Tanjiro set his chopsticks down. “All done!” he smiled. “Is there anything else I can help with?”

“No, no,” Rengoku waved him off, while Senjuro stammered, “actually-“

They looked at each other. “Ah?”

“Well-,” Senjuro squirmed, shoulders inching towards his ears. “I… am not good with blood. And the doctor clearly instructed, ‘his bandages must be changed often.’ But, when I try,” he shrugged, uselessly.

“Last time, we made my injuries worse,” Rengoku helpfully added, “not to worry! You did your best!”

“…like I said, I want to help,” Senjuro continued, “But it’s better that I don’t.”

“I’m great with blood!” Tanjiro blurted. Wait… “That is- I bleed a lot! Professionally! Um, that’s not quite right…”

I’ve seen too many corpses to flinch now, was what he meant to say. Please let me help you!

“Ha!” Rengoku laughed. “What a coincidence! I also get wounded quite frequently!”

Senjuro mumbled, ”please don’t brag about that…”

It was too late to back down. “So you understand!” Tanjiro shouted. “I’m glad to be of assistance! Please let me strip you.”

“…”

“Of course!” And Rengoku went to untie his yukata.

Tanjiro stared, then clambered to pull it away.

Senjuro quickly stood. “I’ll... go now.” Their used dishes clattered in his arms. “—clean. And get, um. Tea?”

“Yes please!” Rengoku beamed. Tanjiro leaned into him, struggling to get the sleeves past Rengoku’s elbows. Senjuro hurried to bring them a clean rag and bucket of water, and left just quickly.

His shoulders… are so broad! Apologizing to the sky, Tanjiro shoved his face into Rengoku’s chest, grappling at the yukata, hitching it up, and down. The hashira stayed still as he worked, moving only when instructed.

He really was the perfect patient.

Cloth flopped onto Rengoku’s lap, revealing taut muscles wrapped in white gauze, splotched with dark spots where some scabs had cracked open.

Unbidden, Tanjiro reached forward, thumb slipping under the bandage, and tracing along the edge. It didn’t look like the bleeding had spread too far, but…

Rengoku tensed.

When he was a child, after training, father had ruffled his hair, and teased him for his impatience.

“Father!” he had huffed and stomped. “I want a real sword. I’m ready!”

”Is that so?” Father, then, knelt to his level. “Then, let me tell you a secret. Don’t tell anyone else. Understand?”

“Yes, father!”

Father put a finger to his mouth, and shushed him. Kyojuro snapped his mouth shut. His round gold eyes went round and wide, as the older Rengoku looked left, right, and left again.

Then Kyojuro was tossed up into the air, thrashing and shrieking, before father caught him, laughing, and twirling him in circles. “I love you! I love you!”

But that was long ago.

It had been many years since anyone had held him like this- searching and shy, careful and cautious, as if he were something fragile, or precious. Not even his mother had coddled him so—no matter how much he wished for it—saying that swords were forged in fire, not charity.

Tanjiro was so gentle, it hurt.

Shoving away his thoughts, Rengoku glanced towards him. “You’re very red,” he observed. Tanjiro bristled.

“I—was wondering about your training regiment,” he half-lied.

“That?” Rengoku hummed. “I only teach my tsuguko that. Unless you’ve changed your mind?”

“Absolutely not!”

Rengoku threw his head back. “Ha! Ha!”

Tanjiro became even redder, if that was possible. Ducking low, he busied himself with his work, gingerly peeling the bandages away from the hashira’s front and back. Rengoku sat there stiffly, raising his arms when Tanjiro nudged him, apologizing.

“I’m not the best doctor,” he sheepishly admitted.

“Is that so!”

“But, you’ve done so much for me,” Tanjiro said, pressing a cotton cloth to Rengoku’s side. “—please hold this.”

“Of course!” he obliged.

“So, I’m glad I can help, even if it’s only a little,” Tanjiro said, peeking up at the flame hashira. He then smiled sadly, making Rengoku choke.

Fine! This was fine. He was fine!

Ha! Ha! Ha…

“Young Kamado!” he suddenly exclaimed. “If not for you, I would not be here at all.”

“Hah?”

“So!” Rengoku poked Tanjiro’s forehead. “There’s no need for such an expression!”

“Is there something wrong with my face?” he crossed his eyes at Rengoku’s finger. “Um…”

“Absolutely!” Rengoku jabbed Tanjiro again, harder. “Hold your head up high! And,” the hashira clapped his shoulder. “Take pride in your work, my friend. You have earned it!”

“Ah, thank you,” Tanjiro stammered. “That’s very kind of you to say.”

“You are welcome!” Rengoku beamed again, and gestured towards himself. “Please, continue!”

“Right!”

Tanjiro tugged off the last of the bandages, thumb brushing against the dried blood. Pain flashed across his eyes—the same sad expression as before.

This time, Rengoku did not admonish him.

Feeling sympathy, being pitied… these emotions, as uncomfortable as they made him, were simply part of being human.

“I think…” Tanjiro slowly began, rolling the vowels over his tongue. He fiddled with the rag Senjuro gave him, dabbing it Rengoku's skin, gently washing away the blood. “I think- Rengoku is a very caring person, who is considerate of others. But, he doesn’t always consider himself. He… that is, you… work hard to protect others, and sometimes, that’s not so good for your health. And don’t say, ‘that’s not important!’, because it is.”

He inhaled, gathering himself. Rengoku waited politely.

“From now on, you don’t have to be so strong,” Tanjiro finished. “After all, I’m going to protect you, right?” he smiled again, earrings tinkling.

“Like I said!“ Rengoku began, eye wide, ears burning, “I will not die under your protection. So, if that’s what you want,” he coughed. “I suppose… as your senior, it would be rude to refuse.”

“Oh, good,” Tanjiro exhaled, sinking back into seiza. “I was worried, for a second. But I’m glad.”

This time, he smiled sweetly, making the hashira’s pulse leap into his throat.

Nodding, Rengoku swallowed, and looked outside— at the bells, at the garden, at the Kasugai crows pecking at the windowsill— at anything but Tanjiro.

He wanted to leave. He wanted to move closer. He wanted to say something. He wanted to stay silent. He wanted everything. He wanted nothing. He wanted…

Rengoku glanced back at Tanjiro, chest tightening.

It was strange. Very strange.

“Um, Rengoku?” Tanjiro waved at him. “I’m going to look at your eye now, okay?”

With that, Tanjiro grabbed his face with both hands, tilting it left, and right.

Rengoku wrinkled his nose, cheeks squished between Tanjiro's palms. He was, almost… cute. If a man like Rengoku could be described as cute.

“You seem alright, but…” Tanjiro leaned in, nose brushing Rengoku’s, to nudge their foreheads together. He frowned. “Maybe… a little warm. What do you think?”

Rengoku thought he was going to die.

“Mm,” he agreed. Absolutely mortifying.

“You must be tired,” Tanjiro commented. Rengoku slumped onto him, burying his embarrassment in the green-checkered haori.

There was a light knock from the hall.

“Tanjiro,” Senjuro called out, “are you done yet?”

“Just a second!” Tanjiro reached for the fresh gauze. “I’ll let you know when I’m done, okay? Then I’ll go.”

“Yes!” He heard Senjuro fidget. “Thank you again.”

“It’s my pleasure!” Tanjiro insisted, biting down on the end of the bandage. “I just need a bit more time.”

“I’ll leave you to it,” Senjuro said, walking a safe distance away. Tanjiro sniffed the air.

Poor Senjuro. To be so nauseous around blood…

“It must be frustrating,” he wondered aloud, “coming from a family of demon slayers, and having that sort of constitution…”

“He has his own struggles,” Rengoku simply replied.

“Sorry,” Tanjiro sheepishly said. “I know it’s none of my business…”

He shifted Rengoku to a more comfortable position, biting down on the edge of the bandage and tying it roughly. The hashira’s head lolled into his neck, flame breath searing against his skin.

Despite himself, Tanjiro shivered.

Then again, he turned towards Rengoku, hand sliding down his back. Back then, the scent of death made me vomit, too…

Only a demon could swallow it without blinking. So, it really was better that Senjuro was so soft-hearted.

“This world is filled with wonderful people,” Tanjiro warmly announced, untangling himself from Rengoku. He stood up, brushing off his hakama, and went to collect his katana.

Should I… say goodbye? Tanjiro hesitated, then shook his head, clipping his sword onto his belt.

“Thank you for letting me visit,” he bowed deeply, watching the floor intently. “I’ll be back soon, if you’ll have me.”

When he looked up, their eyes locked. Then Rengoku jerked away, face red and unreadable.

“As you’d like,” he muttered, parroting his earlier words. “I won’t stop you.”

He looks angry, Tanjiro gulped. But he could not help the happiness that bubbled up, bursting out in a loud laugh.

/ end.

I love to hear from Rengoku and Tanjiro fans, so if you like it, please feel to reply or reblog with your thoughts :)

#rentan #tanren #kyotan #rengoku kyojuro #kamado tanjiro #kny #rengoku & tanjiro #brief appearance by shinjuro #angst with a happy ending #rengoku family #i tried to make this so it could be read as platonic or pre-slash #so it's up to you hahaha interpret as you like

[maiko1]

Being kyojuro twin. (I dream abt being his twin and now I jsut can't stop thinking abt it😲)

Everything kyojuro does, you did the same.

Meal time? You both cannot go without saying "tasty!" when eating.

Your very positive and so is kyojuro.

So after what happen to ur twin you went to tanjiro to learn more about the demon named "akaza"

"hm hm.. I see. I despise him alot!" you said while laughing even tho u were serious. "I'm willing to fight this guy for my twin!! I'll avenge him mwgahahah!!"

Tanjiro and his friend tries so hard to change ur mind so things won't happen again. So you lied.

You had to lie to these kid for their own good, you still can't get over ur twin brother death so your willing to sacrifice urself to avenge ur brother.

Everyone's adore you two so much so you can't continue living on without killing the demon who killed ur brother.

Right after ur done eating, you went into the deeper forest. Little did you know tanjiro and his friend are trying to stop you from fighting akaza.

"oho? What do we have here? Did kyojuro reborn?" you turn around as you kept on smilling. "I'm afraid not! I'm known as his twin sister/brother! And I'm guessing your akaza?"

"hohoh! I can't believe I'm meeting another kyojuro... Just like the one I dream. But since u look a little weak, why don't u turn into a demon? So that way I can fight you nonestop!"

"ill have the same answer as my brother. Its a no. I came here to end you!" you smile.

"ill go easy on you since ur a lil weak just like i said, but I think ur not going easy on me I suppose?"

"that's correct!"

You had the same breathing as him because you'll do anything he does. Even the breathing.

Tanjiro and his friend came because of how scared they gonna lose you.

"you damn weirdo, you should have stayed home! I'm not ready to lose another!!" inosuke yelled not wanting another hashira dead. "y/n-San! Please let us fight with you! We want to avenge his death too!!"

Oh how lovely these kid was. They must have been so broken about my twin death.

'Kyo, this may seem to be a bad decision but I'm afraid I will have to let them fight akaza with me.' before began fighting.

Yet no matter how badly injured you guys are, none of u could beat akaza before the sun is up. And because you were mostly injured and you had to close ur eye to focus on ur breathing, they thought u were dead.

"im not dead yet!" you yelled as they stop crying. "Y/N-SANNNN YOU SCARED US" zenitsu yelled but you could only hugged them.

Before you went out for a mission, You heard ur dad crying even tho you can't see it. I know he's in pain after what happen to ur twin brother.

You decided to get more stronger so one day you could finally beat akaza. Senjuro give you alot of support knowing he can't stop u either lol

#kyojuro my beloved #rengoku kyojuro #platonic demon slayer #kny x reader #tanjiro kny #insouke hashibira #zenitsu agatsuma #rengoku senjurou