#demon train

[fleursetrebellion]

Calling it now, Tears of the Kingdom will soon reveal that the Demon King isn't Ganon or Ganondorf at all. He's just a puppet, like Zant was. Of course the real Demon King is....

THE REAL ANTAGONIST OF THE ZELDA SERIES, THE DEMON TRAIN

He's been here all along...

[eggchjf]

MOAR

[unpopularwriter25]

Embers of Destiny: A Love Found Across Worlds

This was requested by the lovely @otakublogger. I finally finished it! I got really..really carried away. So I hope this is what wanted!!

Summary: Y/n is from the human realm and has never been into anime. She is familiar with Rengoku from Demon Slayer and knows that he is supposed to die. One day after visiting an old bookstore, Y/n finds an old scroll that she reads from and is transported to the world of Demon Slayer. There she meets Rengoku the flame hashira. She decides she is going to do everything in her power to make sure he doesn't die.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3745

Y/n’s eyes flickered open, her eyes adjusting to the sudden light. She was lying in a large open forest. She sat up slowly holding her head. “Where am I” she thought to herself. She stood up and began looking around. The last thing she remember was going to the store with her friends, they wandered into an old-looking bookstore. They wanted to see if this place had any manga. Y/n has never been into anime or manga but decided to tag along. They were hoping to find the latest Demon Slayer manga. Y/n didn’t know much about Demon Slayer, she knew some of the character's names. She was most familiar with Kyojuro Rengoku; she knew he was going to die, but that was as much as she knew. The bookstore smelled of dust. The shelves were lined with a variety of old books. The binding of the books looked like they were barely hanging on. The shopkeeper was an eerie old woman. She gave y/n the creeps and the shop gave her a strange feeling, almost unsettling. After leaving she said goodbye to her friends and headed home. Once she arrived at home she tossed her bag onto her bed. She noticed something sticking out of her bag “What the hell is that?” she said to herself. She walked over to her bed and pulled out an old-looking scroll. “How the hell did this get in there?” She started to unravel the scroll as she unrolled it she saw the words Kimetsu no Yaiba. She read the words out loud. She tilted her head curiously. Those words sounded familiar to her. Just as she was about to put the scroll down it began to light up.

 Y/n quickly dropped the scroll in a panic and shielded her eyes. She slowly uncovered her eyes. Her eyes went wide, she was no longer in her bedroom. She was in a large and open forest. The scroll was no longer there either. Y/n was trying not to panic. “There has to be a logical explanation for this right..?” She said to herself. “Right. Okay, I’m going to go find someone and ask to borrow their phone.” she decided and headed through the forest. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine and earth. Amidst this tranquil setting, you found yourself wandering. She stopped with a halt. “No way.” She said just above a whisper. The sight of a tall, muscular man with bright, fiery hair caught her eye. The man felt her presence and turned around "Hello there! What brings you to this part of the forest?" he asked, his voice booming with enthusiasm. Y/n stood there. Staring at him, wide eyes."Hi, I’m...I’m Y/N," you finally managed to stammer out. “I know you..you’re  Kyojuro Rengoku” she said in awe. There was no way this was happening, he’s a character in an anime!! He can’t be standing here..in front of me” she thought to herself. Rengoku’s eyes twinkled with a mixture of pride and curiosity. "Ah, so you’ve heard of me! It’s always a pleasure to meet someone new. What can I do for you, Y/N?" Y/n paused for a moment..trying to remember what her friends told her about him. 

Taking a deep breath, you decided to dive straight into it. "I’ve come to warn you. You’re in great danger, and I want to help you avoid it." Rengoku’s smile faltered slightly, but he remained composed. "Danger is part of our duty as Demon Slayers. What kind of danger are you referring to?" You hesitated, trying to find the right words. "I know this might sound strange, but I come from a different world. In my world, I learned that... you die during a mission on the Mugen Train." Rengoku’s eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. "A different world, you say? That’s quite the tale. But if what you say is true, I appreciate your concern. Still, I cannot shy away from my duty." "I understand," you said, your voice pleading. "But if there’s any way to change your fate, we have to try. I can’t just stand by and let you die." Rengoku looked at you thoughtfully. "Your determination is admirable, Y/N. But altering fate is no simple task. However, I believe every life is precious, including yours. Stay with me, and we’ll see what we can do together."

A few weeks have passed and you stayed by Rengoku’s side, training with him. You shared moments of vulnerability and laughter with him. He helped you realize your true strength. He helped you see that you didn't need to be a demon slayer to be strong like him. You felt safe around him. He gave you a sense of security. Something you’ve never felt before. Whenever you looked at him, you felt this wave of warmth wash over you. His smile was contagious and so was his laughter. He talked to you about his family and you told him about yours. He told you how he thought his brother would adore you and would love for you to meet him one of these days. This made you feel something you've never felt before. As you sat on a rock, watching him train. You realized something..you loved this man..you didn't just love him, you were so deeply in love with him. You've never loved someone as much as you love this man who stands before you and you didn’t want to lose him. You refused to. You were going to save him. No matter what. Your thoughts were cut short when you heard Rengoku, who turned to you with a bright smile “Come train with me Y/n!” He said with enthusiasm. You gave him a small smile and walked over to him. You two trained until the sun came up. It was so easy to be yourself with him.

Finally, it was time for the Mugen Train mission. You two approached the train. You took a deep but shaky breath as you stared at the train. "This is it," you said to yourself. Your hands were shaking slightly as you continued to take in the train. The Mugen Train loomed ahead, a marvel of industrial power and mystery. Its long, dark silhouette cut through the twilight, resting like a sleeping beast amidst the dense forest. The train's exterior was an imposing shade of black, gleaming subtly under the fading light of the evening. Ornate brass fittings and intricate ironwork adorned its sides, giving it an almost regal appearance, despite the underlying sense of foreboding. The engine at the front was a massive, hulking machine, exuding strength and resilience. Thick clouds of steam billowed from its smokestack, curling into the cool night air like ghostly serpents. The headlamp glowed with a fierce intensity, casting an eerie yellow light that cut through the encroaching darkness, illuminating the tracks ahead.

Rengoku noticed your behavior and placed a firm and reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Y/n, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me up to this point but you do not have to come with me. It’s going to be very dangerous and I don’t want to see you get hurt,” he said giving you a warm and bright smile. You stared up at him, feeling that familiar warmth flow through you “I’m coming with you. I am going to make sure nothing bad happens to you.” you said determined. Rengoku placed a soft kiss on your head. "I adore your determination Y/n," he said as you two made your way onto the train. Inside, the carriages were a blend of opulence and age. Chandeliers hung from the ceilings, casting a warm, golden glow over the spacious compartments. The walls were adorned with detailed wood carvings and decorative moldings, evoking a sense of timeless grandeur. However, an undercurrent of dread permeated the atmosphere, as if the train itself was aware of the peril that lay ahead. The scent of polished wood and old leather mingled with the faint, metallic tang of machinery. The steady hum of the engine and the rhythmic clatter of wheels on tracks created a hypnotic soundtrack, lulling passengers into a false sense of security.

You at across from Rengoku, glancing around the train. Your leg bounces with anticipation. It was quiet.. too quiet you thought. Just then you heard a voice say “Mr. Rengoku sir! It’s nice to see you again!” You glanced at the direction the voice was coming from. It was Tanjiro Kamado, the only reason you knew this was because he was on the cover of the anime. He walked over and sat down next to Rengoku. You watched the two in front of you having a lively and animated conversation. You smiled at the interaction, however, your smile soon disappeared. Suddenly, the train lurched violently, throwing passengers from their seats and sending luggage tumbling from overhead compartments. The once-calm carriage erupted into chaos, screams of panic and confusion filling the air. Rengoku was instantly on his feet, his eyes blazing with determination. Tanjiro followed his lead. 

"Stay close to me," he commanded, his voice steady and authoritative. You nodded, scrambling to your feet as you tried to steady yourself against the swaying motion of the train. Rengoku ordered Tanjuro to go check out the rest of the train. You stayed as close to Rengoku as you could without getting in the way. You heard Tanjiro yell from somewhere, it sounded like he was on top of the train. “Rengoku! The demon is a Lower Rank One demon!!” You heard him say. You glanced at Rengoku in a panic. “That doesn’t sound good,” you say trying to keep your voice steady. The warm glow from the chandeliers flickered erratically, casting eerie shadows along the walls as the train plunged into chaos. You turned around quickly and there you saw him. The demon’s presence was overwhelming. His ethereal form seemed to merge with the train itself, his eerie, almost hypnotic voice resonating throughout the carriages. "Welcome, dear passengers, to your eternal dreams," he intoned, his voice a chilling whisper that sent shivers down your spine. Passengers began to fall into a deep, unnatural sleep, their faces slack and peaceful, utterly unaware of the danger around them. You struggled to keep your eyes open, feeling the seductive pull of Enmu’s blood demon art. But Rengoku’s voice cut through the haze, strong and unwavering. "Stay awake, Y/N! Don’t succumb to his illusions!" he shouted his fiery presence a beacon of hope in the surreal nightmare Enmu was weaving. Rengoku's sword glowed with an intense flame as he faced the grotesque visage of Enmu. The demon's form was serpentine, his eyes filled with malice and twisted delight. "Ah, the Flame Hashira," Enmu crooned. "What a delightful challenge." Rengoku wasted no time. With a fierce battle cry, he launched himself at Enmu, his blade slicing through the air with lethal precision. Enmu laughed, his body dissolving into mist and reforming behind Rengoku. "You cannot defeat me that easily," he taunted.

The train lurched violently as Enmu merged further with it, his flesh and sinew spreading like a disease through the carriages. Tentacles of flesh burst from the walls and floor, writhing and lashing out at anyone in their path. Rengoku fought with unmatched ferocity, his sword blazing with fiery arcs that illuminated the nightmarish scene. "Keep moving, Y/N! We must protect the passengers!" Rengoku commanded, his voice carrying over the din of battle. You nodded, adrenaline surging through you as you helped wake those who had fallen under Enmu's spell. The passengers, though terrified, began to understand the gravity of the situation and moved to the safer parts of the train as best they could. Enmu’s laughter echoed through the train, a haunting sound that seemed to come from everywhere at once. "Dreams and reality are my playground," he hissed, sending waves of sleep-inducing mist toward you and Rengoku. Rengoku's eyes burned with determination as he countered Enmu's attacks, his flame-breathing techniques igniting the very air around him. "I will not let you harm these people!" he roared, his sword cutting through Enmu’s tendrils with ease. The battle intensified, the confined space of the train making every move crucial. Enmu's regenerative abilities and his control over the train made him a formidable opponent. Yet, Rengoku's unwavering spirit and incredible skill began to turn the tide. "Y/N, we need to strike at his core! He’s using the train itself to regenerate!" Rengoku shouted, his eyes scanning for the demon's weak point. As the train sped through a tunnel, the flickering lights cast grotesque, shifting shadows on Enmu's form. With a burst of speed, Rengoku charged towards the front of the train, his flames lighting the way. You followed, heart pounding, ready to support him in any way you could. At the engine car, Enmu's true form was revealed—a mass of pulsating flesh and eyes, grotesque and otherworldly. Rengoku’s face set in grim determination, his sword blazing brighter than ever. "This ends now!" Rengoku declared, his voice filled with righteous fury. He launched into his ultimate attack, "Flame Breathing, Ninth Form: Rengoku!" With a powerful slash, Rengoku's blade cut through Enmu's core, the flames consuming the demon's flesh. Enmu let out a final, agonized scream as his body disintegrated, the malevolent energy dissipating into the night. The train began to slow, the oppressive atmosphere lifting as Enmu's influence vanished. Passengers slowly awoke, dazed but unharmed, thanks to Rengoku’s bravery and strength.

The Mugen Train had finally come to a stop, its passengers disembarking in a state of relieved bewilderment. The dawn's light bathed the forest in a soft, golden glow, but the air was still heavy with the tension of the recent battle with Enmu. Kyojuro Rengoku stood near the front of the train, his breath coming in steady, controlled bursts, his eyes scanning the horizon for any remaining threats. Suddenly, the serene morning was shattered by a wave of oppressive energy. From the shadows of the forest, a figure emerged—Akaza, the Upper-Rank Three demon. His presence was chilling, his eyes glowing with a malevolent light as he stepped onto the clearing, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Flame Hashira," Akaza said, his voice a low, menacing growl. "I've been looking forward to this." Rengoku's eyes narrowed, and he raised his sword, the blade igniting with a fierce, golden flame. "Akaza," he replied, his voice steady and strong. "I will not let you harm these people."

You watch the interaction with pure fear..this was it. This was the man that was going to kill the man you loved so much. Rengoku looked at you “Y/n get back! Go make sure everyone is out of the train!” he said. “But-” you started before he cut you off. “Y/n go now!” he said louder. Y/n hesitantly nodded before running to the train to make sure everyone got out. 

Without another word, Akaza lunged at Rengoku, his movements a blur. The clash of their first blows sent shockwaves through the air, the force of their strikes causing the ground beneath them to tremble. Rengoku met each of Akaza’s attacks with unwavering resolve, his sword blazing with fiery arcs that lit up the battlefield. The intensity of the fight was overwhelming. Akaza's speed and strength were formidable, his fists crashing against Rengoku's blade with devastating power. But Rengoku's spirit burned brighter than ever, his determination unyielding. "Flame Breathing, Second Form: Rising Scorching Sun!" Rengoku roared, his blade slicing through the air in a brilliant arc. The attack connected, searing Akaza's flesh and forcing the demon to retreat momentarily. Akaza laughed, the sound chilling in its intensity. "You have spirit, Flame Hashira. But it will not save you." 

You made your way out of the train just in time to see the scene before you. You watched in fear. Grabbing onto your chest. You were going to say something but decided to keep quiet. He needed to stay focused if he was going to survive this. You continued to watch the battle before you unfold. 

The battle raged on, each clash of their weapons echoing through the forest. Rengoku fought with everything he had, his body moving with a fluid grace that belied the sheer force behind his strikes. Yet, despite his strength, Akaza's regenerative abilities and relentless attacks began to take their toll. Just as it seemed that Akaza might gain the upper hand, a familiar voice rang out across the battlefield. "Rengoku-san!" Tanjiro appeared, his sword drawn and his expression fierce. He charged towards Akaza, his presence a welcome reinforcement. The demon's eyes flickered with irritation as he realized he was now outnumbered. "Tanjiro, stay back!" Rengoku commanded, though his eyes held a glimmer of relief at the sight of his ally. But Tanjiro was undeterred. "We fight together, Rengoku-san. You're not alone." With Tanjiro's arrival, the tide of the battle began to shift. Together, they pressed their attack, Rengoku's fiery techniques complementing Tanjiro's Water Breathing forms in a harmonious dance of flame and water. Akaza found himself on the defensive, struggling to keep up with their combined assault. "Water Breathing, Tenth Form: Constant Flux!" Tanjiro shouted, his blade flowing like a torrent of water, forcing Akaza to dodge and deflect. Rengoku seized the opportunity, his sword blazing with renewed vigor. "Flame Breathing, Ninth Form: Rengoku!" he roared, launching his ultimate attack. The fiery blade cut through the air, its heat intense enough to scorch the

very ground beneath it. Akaza, recognizing the danger, barely managed to evade the full brunt of the attack. For the first time, a look of genuine frustration crossed his face. He growled, his eyes narrowing as he faced the two determined Demon Slayers. "This isn't over, Flame Hashira. We will meet again," Akaza snarled. With a final, hate-filled glare, he retreated into the shadows, his form dissolving into the darkness of the forest. You ran from your place beside the train. “Rengoku!!” Rengoku turned at the sound of your voice, his expression softening as he saw you. But before he could react, you collided with him, tackling him into a hug. The impact sent a jolt through both of you, but Rengoku stood firm, his strong arms encircling you protectively. Tears streamed down your face as you clung to him, the fear and relief overwhelming you. “I was so worried about you,” you sobbed into his chest, the words muffled by the fabric of his uniform.

Rengoku held you tightly, his hand gently stroking your back in soothing circles. “It’s alright, Y/N. I’m here,” he murmured, his voice a calming balm to your frazzled nerves. “Thanks to Tanjiro and everyone’s efforts, we managed to drive Akaza away.” You pulled back slightly to look at him, your eyes searching his for any sign of injury. His face was tired but unscathed, his eyes still burning with that unyielding spirit you admired so much. “Don’t ever scare me like that again,” you whispered, your voice trembling. He smiled, a warm, reassuring smile that made your heart swell. “I promise, Y/N. I will always come back to you.” Tanjiro approached, a gentle smile on his face as he saw the two of you together. “Rengoku-san, Y/N, we need to check on the passengers and make sure everyone is safe.” Rengoku nodded, still holding you close for a moment longer. “Yes, of course. Let’s ensure everyone is alright.”

The sun was beginning its descent, casting long, golden shadows across the forest as the chaos from the battle finally began to settle. The passengers, though shaken, were safe and being cared for by the remaining Demon Slayers. You had spent the last few hours helping where you could, but your mind was elsewhere, lost in a whirl of thoughts and emotions.

You had debated endlessly with yourself about what to do next. The reality of your situation was clear—you were from another world, one that seemed impossibly far away now. Yet, in this world, you had found something you never expected: a connection so deep and genuine that it made you question everything you had known before.

As the afternoon light softened, you made up your mind. This world, with all its dangers and challenges, had given you someone you wanted to be with. Someone who had shown you the true meaning of strength, kindness, and courage.

You spotted Rengoku talking to Tanjiro near the edge of the clearing. His presence, as always, was a beacon of warmth and assurance. Gathering your resolve, you walked over to them, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Rengoku," you said, your voice steady despite your nerves. "Can I talk to you alone for a moment?" He turned to you, his expression curious but open. "Of course, Y/N." He nodded to Tanjiro, who gave you both a knowing smile before stepping away.

Rengoku followed you to a quieter part of the forest, the sounds of the others fading into the background. He looked at you with his characteristic warmth and attentiveness. "What is it you wanted to talk about?" he asked gently.

Taking a deep breath, you steadied yourself. "Rengoku, ever since I met you, my life has changed in ways I never imagined. I've seen your strength, your kindness, and your unwavering determination to protect those who can't protect themselves. You've inspired me more than I can put into words."

He listened intently, his eyes never leaving yours. Encouraged by his attention, you continued. "I've been thinking a lot about what to do next. And I've realized that I don't want to go back to where I came from. I want to stay here, in this world, because... because I've found someone I want to be with."

Rengoku's eyes softened, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Y/N..."

You took a step closer, your heart racing. "Rengoku, I love you. I don't know what the future holds, but I want to face it with you. I want to be by your side, to fight with you, and to share whatever comes our way."

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Rengoku reached out, taking your hands in his. His touch was warm and reassuring, his eyes filled with a depth of emotion that took your breath away.

"Y/N, your words mean more to me than you can know," he said softly. "I have faced many battles, but none have touched me as deeply as you have. Your courage, your determination, and your heart have inspired me as well."

He paused, his gaze steady and sincere. "I would be honored to have you by my side, to share our lives and face whatever comes together. I love you too, Y/N."

Tears of joy filled your eyes as he pulled you into a tender embrace. The warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart against yours, filled you with a sense of peace and belonging you had never felt before. As the late afternoon light bathed the forest in a golden glow, you knew that this was where you were meant to be. With Rengoku, you had found a love that transcended worlds, a bond that would carry you through whatever challenges lay ahead. Together, you would face the future, hand in hand, ready to embrace whatever destiny had in store for you.

Y/n was going to need to thank her friends for introducing her to this anime.

[cackled0g-art]

In the dim light of a dollar-store flashlight, he could just make out the tinkling reflection of shattered glass decorating the floors of his mother's carefully kept living room. His head throbbed again, and his could taste a nosebleed starting somewhere in the back of his throat. What was that?

[faintrustle]

I wasn't expecting this kind of KIBUTSUJI MUZAN:

[d3monslay3rmemes]

OMFG NO BECAUSE LITERALLY

"The Capture of Samson" --Anthony van Dyck, 1630

[pseudowho]

18+, MDNI, Shinazugawa Sanemi is a filthy monster

Full of hot air. Annoying piece of shit, waste of time--

You and Sanemi approached the safehouse, scraped and bloody and pissed off. You felt every scrap of annoyance as an electric frisson over your skin, made irritatingly worse every time he brushed against you.

You stuck a palm out, trying to shove him further away from you, and only succeeded in shoving yourself further from him, so bizarrely immovable was he. His face, already stormy, snarled.

"What's your fucking problem?"

"Stay out of my space Shinazugawa--"

"--you're the one fucking staggering--"

"--yeah, well, it's hard carrying the whole team--"

Sanemi laughed, mirthless. Now bracketed by arching wisteria, in a tunnel to the door, he hammered his fist on dark wood, turning his back to you.

"Yeah, alright kid, the circus called--"

"What the fuck are you talking about, Shinazugawa--"

"--yeah, yeah, they want their clown back--"

The pair of you were too busy bickering, sniping and biting, to thank the elderly woman who let you in. She rubbed a single wizened hand down her face.

As you stormed away to the baths, the old woman caught Sanemi, saying something to him that made him spit feathers, apoplectic and vengeful. You didn't care to listen, and instead shut the sliding door, sunk yourself into the awaiting hot bath, and stuck your head briefly underwater to scream.

Somewhat calmed, but still brittle and fractious, you encased your body in a fine white robe, leaving your clothes aside to be de-bloodied by the house staff. Stepping out, you were greeted by the old woman who had welcomed you inside.

"Come along, dear. It's a good thing you two are married, I only had one room--"

You frowned, uncertain, and about to open your mouth to argue back before being unceremoniously shoved into a room, the woman a little too eager to escape from you before you could throw vitriol at her.

You turned on the spot, flustered, in a handsome traditional room. A large, squashy bedroll lay upon the floor...and Sanemi sat upon it, looking pugnacious and nonchalant.

"...get out of my fucking room, Shina--"

"Shut the fuck up. It's our room for the night."

You faltered, short-circuiting and drawing your robe closer to yourself, feeling so naked. Sanemi continued, stripping his uniform top off, throwing it aside. You felt yourself flush hot from head to toes, despite yourself, at his chest and back, all hewn stone and sculpture. He still didn't look at you as he continued.

"They only had one room. They were about to turn us away, so I convinced them we're married. You're welcome."

You fizzlecracked with rage, burning with mortification.

"You? Married to you?"

Sanemi bristled, offended. "What the fuck's that supposed to mean--"

"Oooo I'm your little wifey now am I? Lucky little Sanemi, so fortunate to have such a lovely wife protecting him in battle--"

"--you are such a pain in the ass--"

"--I'll be your dutiful wife, shall I? Here, let me take your clothes, dear one, I shall wash them--"

Sanemi stood slowly now, his shoulders hunched beneath something dark, approaching you like a tiger on the hunt. You continued your relentless mockery, furious at having to share a room with him, as if you could hide how badly you dreamed of him at night, when you weren't tearing each other to shreds--

"--cook meals for you, rub your shoulders and listen to all your woes. Such a perfect little wife--"

You felt yourself shoved back to the wall, squeaking as Sanemi's sweat and blood filled your nose. One strong hand clamped over your mouth, a forearm planted above your head. He panted, seething under your constant barrage of abuse.

His voice was so low, you could barely hear but for the tickle of his breath on your neck, and you shivered to feel him lock you in place, planting a knee between your legs.

"Yeah. That's it. You'll be my little wife. And I'll be your doting husband...if you don't want to sleep in the fucking forest for the night."

You trembled, raising your hands to press weakly at his chest, certain you couldn't hide it now, the longing behind the mockery--

Sanemi didn't move, a shudder running through him as your palms grazed against his nipples. His voice continued, gravelly under the strain of your plush body, caged against his.

"I'll listen to you tell me about your day...and I'll be interested, too. I'll actually listen."

You felt a blush smatter across your breasts, barely contained by your robe and not unnoticed by Sanemi as he continued.

"I'll tell you I missed you...and you'll take the piss out of me like always, but it's just because you missed me too and can't find the words to say it."

Your breaths came hot and fast, tear-filled eyes glimmering up at him as he deconstructed you, foreplay through playing house.

"And I'll pull you close...much closer than this...more like this--" Sanemi pressed his whole body flush to yours, and you groaned. Sanemi caught it in his palm, feeling his cock harden against his thigh at you, trapped like a little rabbit beneath him.

"And I'll kiss you...until you're squirming, and begging me for more. And I'm a devoted husband, so I'll undo your robe...and slip my hands inside to squeeze you so hard, you bruise, until you're all wet and peachy for me..."

Your head swam, feeling yourself wetten as if by some Pavlovian magic. You clamped your thighs around Sanemi's knee, his eyes dark to feel the heat of your empty core against him.

"...and I'll get you ready with my fingers...'cos I'm big, y'know? And you're great at taking me...but I like to feel your cunt shaking around my hand, while I fuck you with it."

Your fingernails pressed crescents into his pecs, now, supple and pliable against the wall as he fucked the fight out of you with his words, all this time just tearing each other to shreds just to avoid telling him and now what for if it never worked all along were you always so fucking obvious--

"And then...I'll use some of that soaking little pussy cream to cover my cock, jack it off it a few times to get it ready for you, but I'll lick the rest off 'cos I know you like that--"

You moaned into Sanemi's palm, squirming hard enough to free one breast, and Sanemi cursed under his breath, his voice rough and wavering as he drank down your trembling curves.

"...and 'cos I'm your husband...I'll fuck into you all at once. And I'll fuck you, and fuck you, until you're yelling out my name, but it won't be Shinazugawa anymore 'cos that's your name, too, wife, it'll be Sanemi instead...or something like that, anyway, 'cos I'll be honest, you'll be too fucked out to talk properly when my cock's splitting you in half. Finally. A way to shut that fucking potty mouth of yours."

Your hands trailed up his chest, beginning to wrap around his neck, involuntarily rubbing your clit over his knee with a shaking moan, throbbing with the promise--

Sanemi released you, stepping away abruptly, leaving you cold and gasping and wet against the wall.

"As your husband, anyway. Not that I am. So shut the fuck up...and go to bed."

You sunk to the floor, stunned and speechless, unable to form a single comeback. You gasped up at Sanemi, his back to you as he undid his hakama. His head, all ruffled white spikes, came up once more with an ah! of realisation, and he shot his final, critical hit.

"...and I'd cum inside you. Obviously. Doting husbands like you all round and pretty and full of their seed, right?"

[ponderingmoonlight]

Seeing kny men shirtless for the first time

Pairings: Rengoku x fem!reader; Gyomei x fem!reader; Sanemi x fem!reader (bonus: all hashira men x fem!reader)

Word Count: 3,2k

Warnings: this might be a little shitty so be nice pls, this is actually the first time I ever wrote for Gyomei so please please please let me know what you think! not 100% proofread 🥹🤍

Rengoku Kyojuro

“Have you seen Rengoku-san? There’s something I want to ask him about our upcoming mission.”

Tengen tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, lips unable to keep that dirty grin off his face. Yeah, surely you’re asking for a mission and not because you’re having a crush on the flame hashira since joining the pillars.

“He went outside in the gardens to view the blooming roses”, he lies oh so innocently.

A bright smile creeps up your face, heart already skipping a beat in excitement. If you were only brave enough to finally ask Kyojuro out, how easier your life would be if you’d just keep your distance to him. But the prospect of seeing him alone is enough for your mind to go blank. Hopefully, the others don’t notice.

“Thank you so much, Tengen”, you blurt out with a hasty bow before yanking out of the room.

“Didn’t he say he wanted to change since he sweated so much during training?”, Shinobu thinks out loud.

“Yeah, that’s going to be a lot of fun”, Tengen replies with a smirk plastered onto his face.

Your mind races back and forth as you make your way to the gardens. What will you even ask him? Maybe what he has planned, if he already knows something? What if you mess up? This is actually the first time you and Kyojuro got assigned a mission together. You have to make a good impression or otherwise, he won’t take you with him again.

“Rengoku-san, I don’t mean to disturb you, but I have a few questions regarding the ne-“

Your breath gets stuck in your throat immediately, feet coming to a rapid stand.

There he is, the flame hashira.

Shirtless, his upper body soaking wet while he empties a bucket of water over his head.

“Oh, (y/n)! I didn’t expect you here!”, he announces with his eyes widened.

You can’t even blink, mind going dull. You always secretly imagined what Kyojuro might look like underneath that uniform, if his muscles look as buff as they feel underneath your touch while training.

And they do.

Oh god, they definitely do.

“I-I…Tengen told me that…You’re here to see…the roses”, you blurt out, still unable to look away.

“Indeed! But before that, I really needed to change my uniform since I sweated a lot during training.”

“Yeah, I can see that”, you mumble.

“(y/n), are you not feeling well? You look quite red from afar. Allow me to check on you.”

When he suddenly starts walking towards you with his chest muscles tensing with each and every step, you feel like fainting. Of course you never doubted that this man looks good underneath that uniform, but this?

“Your cheeks are really hot”, he comments while running his wet hand up and down your cheek.

“I…I…”

Your mind is a mess, not a single thought is making sense right now. Are you dreaming? Is that really Rengoku Kyojuro standing in front of you with his abs glittering in the heat of the sun, so close that you’d be able to touch him.

“Maybe you should go and see Shinobu-“

“I’m flustered!”, you finally cry out like an idiot.

Only to regret your words immediately.

His hand stops right in its tracks, the piercing presence of his orbs forcing you to look up at him.

“Why would you be flustered, (y/n)?”, he questions innocently.

May the ground swallow you whole in hope you’ll never return. God, why does this have to be so embarrassing? You’ll definitely have a word with Tengen when this is over.

“Because I…I have a crush on you, Kyojuro.”

The words you never dared to say out loud, that lingered through your mind each and every time you saw him. Like a rock, they fall off your chest while a wave of pure panic starts rushing over you.

You just confessed your feelings to him.

Him, Rengoku Kyojuro.

“I think I need to go now”, you blurt out, already starting to turn away when Kyojuro grabs your wrist gently.

“Please don’t go, (y/n). Actually, I feel the same way about you.”

He sweeps you around so rapidly that you are forced against something as hard as a wall. Did he accidentally throw you against a wall, the nearby tree?

The second you open your eyes again, you stare at his bare chest, only millimetres away from your face.

That wasn’t a wall.

“I had an eye on you since the first time I saw you. You are just…so amazing!”, he confesses with a passion that is even unusual for him.

“Kyojuro, I…”

Your bare face touched his naked chest.

“I…”

And don’t get started on his sight, his broad chest, the muscles that flex when he grabs your shoulders passionately.

“I…I can’t…”

“What’s wrong, (y/n)? A cat got your tongue?”, Tengen jeers from behind.

All your senses seem to come back to you in the split of a second when a wave of anger washes over you.

“You little…Why did you do that!?”, you cry out while storming towards the much taller man.

“Because your face looks very flashy when it’s this red.”  

 Gyomei Himejima

To say that you are exhausted would be the understatement of a century. Being out in the scorching sun all day really took its toll on your already bruised body.

Not to mention the training methods of none other than the stone hashira himself.

Gyomei is not a stranger to you. You’ve known each other for quite some time by now, joining the demon slayer corps almost simultaneously. And that force of a man never failed to impress you.

You wrench your sweat-soaked clothes in the river while staring at your own reflection. Why are you even here, though? You might not be a hashira yet, but you trained with Gyomei countless times before. Over and over, you shoved rocks around and almost drowning in that exact river. At this point, the basic training of the corps members isn’t even enough for you to break a sweat. You find yourself shoving that rock 10 cho by now while carrying tree trunks on your back.

You furrow your eyebrows. Now that you think of it, you didn’t even catch a glimpse at Gyomei himself since being here. Apparently, the hashira training does keep him busy.

That sting of agony that pierces through your heart can’t be stopped, though. Over the span of those last years, you got to know the stone hashira better. Despite his tall and threatening appearance, he is the softest man you’ve ever known. So kind that he brought tears to your eyes more than once, so considerate that it’s hard to believe that this man lives alone.

It was inescapable for you to fall from him head over heels. And now you find yourself longing for his presence even though you know all too well that he is busy training the corps members.

“I didn’t expect to greet you here at this late hour.”

You almost trip over head-first into the water, caught by a strong hand last-minute before you take another dive into the river.

“I’m beyond sorry for scaring you like this, (y/n)”, an all too familiar voice continues while pushing you back on your feet.

Normally, the first thing you see is his demon slayer uniform and cloak draped around him in a somehow elegant way.

But not today.

You swallow hard, widened eyes blankly staring at his naked chest. This man standing in front of you…Gyomei wears nothing but his uniform pants.

“I…uh…don’t w-worry”, you stutter like an idiot, his arms still holding you in place gently.

“Did I interrupt you? I didn’t know that you were taking a bath.”

His soft voice paired with that sight in front of you. You’ve never seen him shirtless, never witnessed the way his veins pop out of his arms and how well formed he is underneath that uniform. It would be so easy to allow your fingertips a taste and let yourself discover his muscles even better, to just stretch out your hand and-

“Does it bother you that I am shirtless? I came here to take a bath myself.”

“Bother?”, you press out.

“I…I’m not bothered at all!”

“I guess I’m just a little…flustered…”

“Flustered?”, he repeats in confusion.

“If I make you feel uncomfortable, I’ll cover myself of course. I just noticed you were here and we haven’t seen each other for a long time by now.”

“I missed you”, he adds, forcing your world upside down for a minute.

Since you’ve got to know him, there was never more than friendly words between Gyomei and you. Not more than a shoulder rub, not more than motivating words from time to time. You never allowed yourself to compliment him or talk about anything apart from missions.

Until now. Until Gyomei confessed out of nowhere that he missed you.

While being shirtless

“I…missed you too”, you finally give in.

You allow your eyes a little glimpse at him. Just a little taste of his broad shoulders and how his veins stand out. Just a little something of his rock-hard abs, his enormous upper body that is usually covered by his uniform. Just one look at-

“I thought about you all the time, to be exact”, you breathe out before you even realize what you’re talking about.

“I’m feeling the same way, (y/n). Let me assure you that my heart beats just as fast as yours at the moment.”

Gently, he cups your hand with his and presses your palm against his bare chest, straight against his racing heart that pulsates against your skin.

Oh god. You feel like fainting any given minute, your very own heart pounding so hard that you might get a heart attack.

“Now, allow me to put on my uniform again so that we can have a proper-“

“Wait!”, you blurt out.

“Let’s just stay like this for uh…a little longer…”

Sanemi Shinazugawa

It’s hard to keep your palms from sweating when you know exactly where you’re going. To him, the wind hashira. The man who swept you off your feet without even trying, the man you haven’t seen in such a long time by now.

While Sanemi always kept himself busy with missions, you were assigned to a mission far away from home. It took you over a month to finally find the demon who was responsible for this mess. And eventually, Sanemi just stopped writing you letters or replying to your messages. Even though you were so sure that he might feel the same way about you, he proved you wrong.

In the most painful way.

“I can’t go any further, that’s exactly where he is”, you complain while following your crow around.

You know this path uncomfortably well, the way it leads you next to a river, through a field of strawberries. Straight into the wind hashira estate.

“Direct orders from Kagaya-sama! You need to undergo the hashira training!”

“I just returned from an exhausting mission, did you tell him that?”, you bark back only to get attacked by your stinky crow.

“So cheeky! Watch how you talk to me!”, it cries out, literally dragging you along with it while its beak bursts the skin of your cheek.

Your heart almost stops beating, pounding rougher and rougher against your ribcage with every step you take towards the wind hashira estate.

What if the man you still love rejects you? What if he breaks your heart in front of everyone else, if he speaks out those words you imagined when you waited another day for his reply?

You want to escape, want to get as far away from here as possible. But your unforgiving crow drags you with it until you find yourself at the front doors of his estate.

“Get yourself together, dumbass! Go inside and talk to him! GO!”

With one last bite it finally leaves you alone, right at the opened front door.

There’s nothing you’d like more than vanishing from this earth, to get swallowed whole. Why on earth does it have to be him first? Why aren’t you allowed to train with Tengen, Giyu, basically everyone else? Your heart races so hard inside your ribcage that it takes your breath away, eyes staring into the dark estate.

Is he even home?

You allow yourself to take a few steps into the building, to look around. No cries, no voices? Maybe he isn’t even home. Are they training somewhere else, in the nearby woods, maybe?

“Fuck!”

His voice almost sends you over the edge, forces your eyes to dart around in sheer horror. That was Sanemi, without any doubt. But is he alone?

What if he’s not?

What if he’s with a girl?

You swallow hard, the ugliest thoughts taking over your head when you hear water splashing from a room nearby.

You can’t help it. As quiet as possible, you make your way towards the room the sounds originate from, ready to find literally everything. What if that’s the reason he didn’t write you back? What if he fell in love with another woman and simply forgot about you?

Your eyes peek through the ever so slightly opened door.

And your jaw drops to the floor in an instant.

There he stands, nothing but a towel covering his private parts while droplets of water run down his naked back. Sanemi just washed himself.

But oh…

You can feel your mouth watering just by looking at the scars that cover his back, how delicious the water than runs down his neck seems.  You’re only a few steps away from that force of a man, only a few steps in order to touch him. You always wondered what his skin feels like, if his outside is as rough as his inside. And what does he smell like straight out of the shower? Does he still smell like himself? And what about his abs-

All air drains from your compressed lungs as you suddenly find yourself pinned against the wall straight in Sanemi’s bathroom.

“Why the hell are you spying on me like some little freak?”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

“I…wasn’t spying”, you press out, his distressed orbs meeting yours.

Fuck, you’re screwed.

“Oh yeah? Why were you standing outside my bathroom then? I didn’t even know you were back!”

“Because you never fucking asked”, you finally bark back.

He draws even closer, lingers over you like an unpromising shadow with his naked upper body still dripping. No, you have to concentrate on the fact that you’re mad as hell right now, there’s no room for inspecting his upper body.

But his abs definitely look as good as they feel.

“You were out on a mission, how the hell was I supposed to ask? I thought you’d just let me know when you’re back”, he bites back.

“Oh, could have tried answering my damn messages, maybe? Did you ever think about that!?”

“Me answering your messages? You never replied to me!”

You furrow your eyebrows.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“What I’m talking about? I sent you countless messages and you never answered. I even asked Kagaya-sama if you died or something! I…I was so fucking worried…”

His heavy breath mixes with yours, caresses your oversensitive skin.

“But Sanemi…I did the same”, you finally mutter.

Sanemi’s chest rises and falls rapidly, a few water drops escaping the force of his skin. His oh so glowy skin. Of course you knew that this man would look good shirtless. But this? How are you supposed to stay focused when his skin turns pink ever so slightly, when his muscular chest moves like that?

“Can you stop staring at my abs and focus on me for one minute?”, he barks while flicking in front of your way too focused eyes.

You feel your cheeks heat up in an instant, glossy eyes staring at him like a caught deer. If there’s one thing that’s worse than checking Sanemi out, it’s definitely getting caught.

“Sorry, I have to go”, you mumble while pulling yourself away from him.

Only to find yourself wrapped in his naked arms even tighter.

“You’re not going anywhere. I just asked you something”, he warns you.

“Let go of me!”

“Did you…miss me?”

Your arms stop right in their tracks, widened eyes staring at his flustered face in sheer disbelief. There he stands, Sanemi Shinazugawa, straight out of the shower while asking you if you missed him?

“Yeah, always”, you reply out of instinct.

“Good. Because same.”

He doesn’t even give you the chance to second-guess your answer. In the split of a second, you get devoured by his muscular arms, your very own kimono soaking wet in an instant.

Are you dreaming?

“Wait, what?”, you breathe out.

“And you totally checked me out”, he adds proudly.

“I didn’t check you out-“

“Oh yeah?”

He lets go of you just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his delicious upper body again.

“Maybe a little bit…”

-Bonus-

You huff out in exhaustion. What the actual fuck were you thinking when you agreed on training with all hashira? Well, apparently not that you’d literally vomit all over yourself after getting hit without any mercy by all of them.

“That little fucker Shinazugawa”, you curse under your breath while stomping towards the wind hashira estate.

“I’ll kick your puny ass next time.”

Your feet drag you back to them with last strength. Rengoku, Tengen, Obanai, Shinazugawa, Tomioka…why on earth are all of them so damn strong? Super unfair.

“Have you seen how I beat the shit out of her?”, you hear Sanemi jeer from afar as well as the constant mumbling of the others.

“It wasn’t necessary to hit her this hard”, Giyu comments.

“Hell yes it was. Now that brat knows what she’s dealing with!”

All you see is red. Even though your body begs you to stop, you storm towards their voices.

“Listen up, you little shit-“

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, eyes darting around without a real aim.

There they stand. Shirtless. Every single one of them.

Oh.

“Don’t worry, it’s not your fault that you’re a loser-“

Just this once, you’re actually able to ignore Sanemi’s shitty words. That toned abs Rengoku has, Tengen’s veiny arms, Obanai’s athletic build, the scars that compliment Sanemi’s muscles so well-

Why is it suddenly so hot?

“Are you okay, (y/n)?”, Giyu questions while rubbing the back of his head with a towel.

How is it possible that he looks this good underneath that loose uniform? You always expected Giyu to be rather athletic that muscular given his fast movements. But that mountain of a biceps definitely doesn’t lie.

“I…”

Not a single logical thought is left in your blank mind, eyes roaming back and forth between them.

“I need to go.”

In the matter of seconds, you disappear inside the wind hashira estate without a trace.

“Is (y/n) alright? She looked rather pale”, Rengoku thinks out loud, still staring at where you last stood.

“She was definitely checking me out”, Tengen announces proudly.

“You? Bet she was looking at me”, Sanemi jeers at the tall man.

“How are they so hot?”, you mumble to yourself while inspecting them through the window.

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[stalkerkyoko]

toonami gets demon train movie 11/11

saw it when it came out the like after covid round 1 when we opened back up again

the movie is an hour but nice

[yuki2sksksk]

Cigarette,

Daydream,

You were only 8 years old...

[huh01011]

This specific scene was so funny. It looks like a Renaissance painting.

[sonnyjohnson]

Demon Slayer: Hashira Training Arc

(Episode 8)

[asha-mage]

MDZS AU where Jiang Cheng realizes that Lan Sizhui is the Wen orphan that Wei Wuxian took care off during the Burial Mounds arc, decides that's close enough to qualify him as Nephew, declares that no Nephew of His (much less a surrogate son of Wei Wuxian's) is going to be raised in the Cloud Recedes, and immediately launches into a custody battle with Lan Wangji.

But since neither Jiang Cheng or Lan Wangji can acknowledge that Sizuhi has any connection to Wei Wuxian, both begin steadfastly and stubbornly insisting that he is a Cultivator of peerless potential and skill and he belongs in their sect thank you very much, and would clearly be very unhappy in the other's. This confuses the hell out of the already mystified Cultivation world, who had barely adjusted yet to gossiping about Sizhui being Wangji's illegitimate child by mysterious love affair.

(Eventually the common consensus in the rumor mills is that both JC and LW where in love with Sizhui's mother and both believe themselves to be Sizhui's real father.)

(LW couldn't care less what gossips say, but JC has to bite his tongue till it bleeds to avoid telling anyone the truth in a fit of anger.)

(It was Nie Huaisang who put that rumor out in the first place, partly to troll JC, partly because, in a way, it's a little true.)

[everlastingleuthymia]

I don't know who this belongs to but they're goofy af like if the developers made time and budget to show us this then hahaha but seriously my cousin send me this .

[wellterr]

I don't know how to caption this

[faintrustle]

He is young and naive, yet undeniably handsome