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signedeclipse · 2 years ago

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Placeholder for ice cream anons' request since they wished for their request to remain hidden! Hi self! Douma x uppermoon reader plz (details expunged, read on to figure out!)

Behind Closed Doors [Douma X Reader]

Reader is Demon Female | NSFW

Recomended Song - Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys

It had been such a long time since you last appeared before the infinity castle, so many decades since a major change was announced by your lord Muzan. The strike of a biwa sounded closer with every step you took through each door that snapped open, seemingly endless, before you appeared before the woman that had orchestrated your appearance.

You had gone through many of these, seen the flows of who was stronger, been challenged by dozens of demons that eventually fell. Currently the only kanji in your eyes read uppermoon, but there was no number to be found.

But things had stilled for a bit over a century, things seemed to be going well, and the sudden change meant things were about to get stricter. You had seen how Lord Muzan worked, and it was just about time for him to snap.

It seemed you were the last to step in, as the moment the door snapped behind you, your attention was called to the tension across the space between the top three.

"The final uppermoon has arrived." Nakime called out, drawing the attention to you as you carefully glided down the stairs, moving past the shivering Hantengu, who only shuffled out of the way for you to continue past him so you could step onto the platform just beside the others'.

"Where is Lord Muzan?" You called the question into the air, though judging by the bloodied body of Gyokko strewn across the floor, you had missed him entirely.

"Lord Muzan has just left, he did not feel you needed to be reprimanded." Nakime finished before lowering her head, seemingly done informing you, which left you to turn to the others for any information.

"Miss l/n." Kokushibo bowed his head to you, though everyone else refrained from greeting you. There was no need for formalities now that everything was over.

You courtseyed to the upper rank, though with a quick surveillance of the room you felt there wasn't much left to be said, the room was empty of two individuals.

"I'm sorry your subordinates were killed, Douma." Your voice was teasing, and for seemingly the first time someone had attempted to speak to Douma out of interest and knowledge. Those who had seen you two more than once would know there was a thick atmosphere between the two of you, though what it was made up of was impossible to decipher.

A flame lit itself in the demon you'd addressed eyes', and he seemed much more cocky now that you were in the room.

"Oh, that? Well, I suppose not all of us are perfect. Isn't that right, Akaza?" The moment the words hissed through his teeth, Akaza tensed so visibly you'd almost been worried he would burst. In what felt like an instant, the demon hopped off into the maze of the infinity castle, and was strummed away by Nakime's chords.

You only cocked your head to the side, understanding that you must have missed another battle between the two. Akaza always was sore over his loss.

"I will be going now."

With just a step, Kokushibo dissipated as if in thin air, and the tension that was previously held in the space went along with it.

"Goodbye, Lord Kokushibo!"

The steady creaks of wood and metal shifting echoed in the space, though you could vaguely hear Hantengu's staggered breath, and the writhing of Gyokko as he attempted to regain control over his body. Douma and you sat silent, as if waiting for the other to break silence. He had been looking you over, noticing every change in your appearance since you had last met. You were stronger, as always, and it seemed your current post was as a nobel. It suited you.

"Was that all?" You turned back to Douma, only to find he had been staring straight at you. His eyes narrowed, looking down for but a moment at Gyokko's severed head.

"Ah yes, you just reminded me! Gyokko and Hantengu are going to investigate a clue. So, Gyokko-'' Immediately the pitter patter of small hands raced past you, a shrill voice screaming in the direction of Nakime.

"Please send Hantengu and myself to the same location!"

Hantengu wailed out, though was also cut off by two strikes of the biwa, both uppermoon four and five disappearing with them.

Then it was just the three of you, though Nakime kept a safe distance from any of the trouble. Douma seemed to have finally looked away, drawing out a long sigh. You could guess why; every kizuki hated him, Lord Muzan included… everyone except for you. Douma was always pestering and jabbing at the ego of others, though he had learnt to stay away from you long, long ago.

You had a certain way with discipline. A way not Kokushibo, hell, not even Lord Muzan could match in strength to what you'd done to him.

Douma clutched his pants, tilting his body to the left and feigning a smile. He had emotions, sure, but you knew the happiness was a facade to appease you, or perhaps trick you?

"Say, why don't we hang out after this! You can come to my place-"

"Or you could come to mine." Your head was facing opposite of him, ignoring any expression he attempted and staring down Nakime, who seemed to get the hint when her arm raised once more, striking it for the last time you'd likely hear in a while.

Your current place of stay was different, it changed every decade or so as you shifted from place to place, but this time it was a beautiful red temple, with tori gates leading out the door down a long set of stone stairs, where a village sat at the bottom of the hill.

You stared beyond the giant open gates, allowing Douma a peak before reaching forward and closing the heavy iron gate to the temple, sealing the two from the outside aside from the windows.

"Playing a new role already?" The uppermoon two teased, though he seemed a tad bit nervous, if not scared.

"Indeed. I took some inspiration from your little cult, and became the sacrifice of a local cult ruling over this poor, hopeless village." You paused to walk towards a large slab that went up to your waist made entirely of marble, it sat in between the door and the hearth that was in the middle of the large, open room.

Candles decorated the stairs leading up to the sacrificial podium, along with coins and various goods.

"According to the legend, a sacrifice must be chosen, and should they live a dozen decades the town will be ridden of its curse. Isn't that cute?" You sat on the altar, lifting your legs so they rested beside you, poking from your decorated gown.

"Curse?" Douma pushed curiously, circling the podium as if inspecting it, though you could feel his eyes burning against your skin.

That's when you laughed, a poison dripping in such an innocent sound, only telling of the malice you held deep inside of you.

"Yes, well, I took advantage of feasting off the people here since they were so isolated, but they convinced themselves their god had become upset and was killing them. Thus I am both the hand that kills them, and the sacrifice that will save them."

"You aren’t too dissimilar from them. You just don't know any better."

Between what you had shared of your new personality and your comparison, Douma bit his tongue, wondering what exactly you were hoping to get from him. Devotion? He'd give you every ounce of it if that was what you yearned for

In a moment, he felt hands- your hands, and hundreds of them- pushing him towards the altar, effectively forcing him to sit on the stairs, leaving his head in your lap.

Your demon blood art was very touchy, very controlling, and was oh so hard to expect when it was about to strike. Douma let out a sharp breath, but relaxed into the touch of your real hand meeting his cheek, caressing him.

"Staring me down in front of the other upper moons like a bitch in heat, was I not clear last time? Should I teach you further?" Your hand grabbed onto his face, harshly squishing his cheeks so his lips puckered and he looked at you, desperation building in his eyes.

You were so above him. A goddess, something worth worship, someone who made him feel something.

"Poor thing, you're no smarter than the humans below. You are just so lucky you have me here, aren't you?" A shiver ran down his spine as you let go, pressing your thumb against his lips to keep him quiet. His hands gripped so hard at the marble stairs that the stone crumbled in his grasp.

"Yes, Mistress."

Author Note - Thank you so much for requesting! I hope I was able to meet your expectations with the fanfic <3

Word Count - 1,478

Art Credit - @xbloolii (thank you so much for letting me use your work! Please follow this artist <3)

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echantedtoon · 10 months ago

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A Rock And A Hard Place Part 1 Meeting

All you wanted was to just do your job and go home at the end of the day. But no. Instead you get stuck between a rock and a hard place.

This is inspired by @melon-cream-enmu Demon Slayer Breeding Program Au. (Warnings: Their blog does contain NSFW elements and themes that not everyone may like or be comfortable with. Just a heads up. But this WILL STAY Sfw.) I did ask if they were fine with someone writing drabbles inspired by their au before writing this, and they mentioned that they were fine. This is probably not gonna have a lot of chapters and it's from the perspective of a female reader.

Breeding Program Au- @melon-cream-enmu

Demon Slayer- Koyoharu Gotouge

Demon Designs for this done by @flanelltees linked below.

https://www.tumblr.com/flanelltees/694082545792450560/i-forgot-i-didnt-post-this-cuz-i-think-i-didnt?source=share

Mostly Akaza x Reader x Douma with some Rengoku x Reader.

"....You want me to do WHAT?!"

"Oh, c'mon. It's not even that bad."

You know..you were expecting a lot of things. But being bait for your bosses' pet projects wasn't it!!

As one of the janitors of the facility you sometimes clean up the cells where they kept the creatures. You never paid them attention. You were more interested in going in, doing your job, and then going home at the end of the day just to cash in your paycheck at the end of the week. You didn't care what these scientists are doing and it wasn't any of your business so you just kept your nose where it belonged and just did what you were paid to do, which was to clean. But that made it hard to do when THOSE things started to be shoved into their cells. They always made messes. Mostly tossing around objects, breaking things, and depending on the demon, left behind blood, drool, and sometimes lots of fur or feathers...As said it all depended on the demon.

You thought you heard the scientists call most of them by numbers such as 'the Swamp Demon' or something along those lines but you never bothered to pay too much attention to it. You were only paid to clean around here and nothing else. Which included going into those cells when the scientists took out their demons (usually after knocking them unconscious) and getting them cleaned up before they put the creatures back inside. On one such day it was business as usual. One of the scientists (Doctor Shinobu you think) brought out one of those creatures, the one that looked like a giant harpy thing and you were tasked with cleaning out his cell before he came back. It wasn't too bad. At least this creature didn't leave a trail behind it like that swamp one did thing did. It was a quick job wheeling your cart over and beginning the familiar process of sweeping, mopping, and then taking your spray bottle and cloth to start wiping at the giant reinforced window looking into the cell. Your boss's always stressed to you the importance of making sure these windows were clean at all times to allow the scientists and security clear view of the creatures. Despite how BIG each cell was with some being the size of three whole houses, there was minimal clean up You had to do. They were mostly like giant enclosures at the zoo with each one catering to each specific demon. This one in particular having a few trees and perches installed for the bird demon they sedated earlier.

After a while it got pretty warm..Eh. You supposed you could spare to take off your mask and hazmat suit hood that was a part of the get up you were. It was a relief to take off the get up disguising your face and letting the air hit your face. With a sigh of relief you went back to sweeping a lot of shedded feathers along the floor. You were just wiping at the glass when you heard it for the first time.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A strange tapping sound. You paused before looking around the cell. No one was in here with you and it didn't seem like anything was loose or a draft was present... Shrugging you turned back to your work wiping off the big window from inside the cell before moving outside the cell to clean up the other side. The safe side to be honest. You were just wiping off the middle of the reinforced glass before you heard it again but much, MUCH louder than before.

TAP. TAP. TAP

You again paused as the sounds came from literally right behind you....You debated whether or not to turn around-

T A P. T A P. T A P.

The increasingly amount of strength used to force those taps increased in strength startling you. An intense gaze made you shiver. There's been a few incidents here. So there was a strict rule that any non science or security staff was told to do at all times. Under absolutely no circumstances were you to engage with the demons. Whatever you do-

DO. NOT. ENGAGE.

Do NOT engage with the demons. Do not attempt contact. And if they try to intimidate or act out, you were to not engage. No one but the security and scientists were qualified to handle them. So you made a choice. You refused to turn around and just continued to work no matter what sounds were behind you. The sounds increased in tempo and volume for a solid few seconds but after about ten seconds of ignoring whatever it was it stopped entirely much to your relief. You were finished in minutes. Without giving another look back, you grabbed your cart and just pushed it away refusing to look behind you.

The whole way you felt you were being watched.

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It wasn't until almost three months later that the strange situation occurred again.

The harpy like demon was being released alongside a few other demons to make way for a few new ones. You were again tasked with cleaning out a few other cells, the old bird demon's cell included. You were again cleaning the window when you heard it.

TAP! TAP! TAP!

Your body jumped startled and acted on its own. Your eyes looked through the window at the other side of the hall and nearly passed out from what you looked at eye to eye. A humanoid creature was staring at you from the cell just across from you, hands pressed against the glass and eyes blinking at you. You stared at it stunned and.. It knocked lightly on the glass making you jump and drop the cloth in your hand. But that's not what shocked you the most.

The creature was strikingly beautiful.

A head of platinum silvery-blonde hair cascaded from the thing's head and a kolidescope of shining colors bored into your eyes from behind the reinforced glass lined with nicherin metal. Blue sharp nails tapped on the screen glass making you jump again at the sound and it seemed to find amusement in your actions tilting it's head at you. After a moment of staring further it ...

Smirked??

It smirked at you before smiling seductively and making a gesture for you to come over. An aura of that feeling you get like seeing your crush for the first time radiating off him-

Which was why it blinked in surprise when you scrunched up your noise at it in almost a disgusted look at him.

"What the heck are you laughing at?" You asked it in annoyance. It slowly lost its smile blinking again. "Do you find my outfit funny? Good for you but guess what. I'm not the one stuck in there! So why don't you go eat a squirrel or whatever it is you do?"

Did it really think you looked that funny in this get up? Oh ha ha. It was bad enough you had to clean up after these things. You didn't need their criticism too.

"Go on and get outta here!

That's it. That's all you said. Keeping to your rule of do not engage and ignoring it in favor of finishing wiping the window. It didn't do anything else but you felt it watching you the entire time before you finished cleaning the other side of the window and walked away quickly just as one of the scientists were walking down the hall. He must've noticed your spooked look because he laughed making you stop to look at him.

"So you met Stripes?"

You ended up looking at him. "Stripes?...What the heck is that?" You asked a bit muffled by your mask.

He chuckled at your expression. "He's one of the newcomers here. Some of the capture and release team brought him in the other week and put him right next to the room you just came out of." He nodded his flame colored hair down the hall. "He sometimes likes to scare us by running up to the window and hitting it."

"Why would he hit the window?"

"It's a sign of challenge. Some demons challenge others to fight by showing aggression. He usually does that to our male staff. He also tries to show dominance by acts of intimidation and more aggression. He seems to particularly do that a lot whenever he sees me specifically. Probably because I'm the first one he saw after bringing him here."

"Why do you call him 'Stripes'?"

"Because of the stripe patterns on his body. It makes it easier to tell them apart by giving them nicknames."

Your brow rose. "The one I saw didn't have any stripes." Again your voice said muffled by the mask you wore. "The one I saw had rainbow eyes. It was weird."

He froze staring at you stunned before blinking. "It...what?!" He seemed completely shocked at what you said before leaning over you. "You saw the ice demon?!"

"Saw him and already find him annoying. He kept banging on the dam window."

"It attempted to make contact?!" He leaned over you suddenly looking you up and down in your heavy duty baggie hazmat suit and mask leaning over you as he did so. You leaned back as the red headed man studied you intensely as if searching for something to explain the questions in his head. "But...How? Why? It's never attempted to make contact with any man in the facility."

At this your eyes narrowed at him in annoyance before both hands reached out and simultaneously in one motion, your hood was pulled down and the mask pulled off your face revealing your identity to the stunned scientist.

"Do I look like a man to you?!," you asked annoyed and now he could hear your voice clearly.

And he could clearly see that- "You are a woman?!"

"No shit!"

"But-..You-.." He again looked at you then down the white sterile hall towards the cells then back to you in disbelief. "How did you not get lured in by it's charming affect?"

You deadpanned looked at him before sighed. "Look, Sir-"

"Rengoku! Doctor Rengoku!!"

"Well, Doc. I don't really care about any demons or what you people research here. All I care about is doing my job and then going home to sleep." Your hand grabbed the cart again. "Now if you don't mind, I have like five other unoccupied cages to clean in a hot stuffy suit before I can even think about leaving and I haven't even had anything to eat yet so I'm not in the mood. So excuse me."

He still stared at you as you wheeled your squeaky cart away to the next cell that needed to be cleaned up. Leaving him just looking at your retreating form before humming and slowly looking back towards where she came from. Very interesting. Very ..VERY interesting. Safe to say when he saw Shinobu and the others later in the next staff meeting he brought up a very interesting new development.

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The glass squeaked under your gloved hand as you pushed the cloth across the mirror in the women's bathroom polishing the reflective surfaces showing your tired reflection in the mirror as your worked. This was tiring. You supposed you were glad for the air conditioning the buildings had making wearing this get up more bearable but you still found yourself hating this stuffy old suit that was required with the job. In your boss's words-

"It's to ensure your safety within the demon's cells in case they release toxins into the air. It's also to protect you from the harsh cleaning chemicals you'll be using to ensure the sterilization of the facility. Every other member of the cleaning staff has one too."

Still irritated you. You paused as the bathroom door opened and in walked a woman with purple eyes. You blinked at her reflection looking around before stopping on you with a smile and you sighed before turning around. Great. Just what you needed. Interference when you were trying to work.

"Sorry." You held up a hand voice muffled by the mask. Her head tilted at you. "The bathroom's closed until I finish cleaning. There's another bathroom two halls over though by the break room that should be open."

Instead of doing the obvious thing and leaving, she just smiled at you more. "Y/n?"

You paused hearing your name but blinked and nodded. "Yeah?? Who's asking?"

"Oh thank goodness." Her hands clasped together happily although you felt a bit weirded out. "It took me a while to find you! You know there's lots of janitorial staff running around here and the place is so large, but I finally managed to track you down."

"Uh...Good for you? I'm sorry. Is there something you want me for? If it's a mess you want me to clean them I'll be there in a moment-"

"Oh no no." She shook her head. "My business with you is much more important than that! Do you have a minute so we can talk?"

"Sure but it's gonna have to wait until after I finish cleaning this place. I don't get paid to leave work waiting."

"A 'get things done' attitude. I like that in people!" She nodded. "I'll wait for you outside. Ok?"

"Uh. Yeah. Sure. Whatever."

She proceeded to leave leaving you just confused. Who was that? By the fancy lab coat she wore, you supposed she was one of the professors here or part of the research department. Knowing those people, they wanted you to clean a mess in the labs or another demon cell. Sigh. Oh well. It's not like you were doing anything important after cleaning a bathroom anyways. You took your sweet time finishing up your work which roughly took thirty minutes. I'm truth you were kinda hoping she'd leave you to find another one of the janitors to clean up her mess but you were both surprised and disappointed seeing that the woman was still waiting for you outside in the hallway as you dragged out your cart. You looked at her ever smiling place before sighing.

"Alright. Where and what is it and how big of a mess do I have to clean up this time?"

She waved a hand. "Oh no. It doesn't involve any messes."

"Then what do you want me for?"

"I'm part of the research department. It's actually come to my attention that there's been an interesting new development concerning you and one of our subjects!"

"....In human talk?"

"One of the demons seemed to have taken quite an interest in you! You see we've been monitoring his activity for a while and every time you get assigned to that wing he gets more active now!"

"....And that's supposed to be important?"

Her smile strained a little bit. "YES. He's usually only active around girls but lately his activity around myself and other female doctors has decreased and increased when he sees you come by."

You rolled your eyes. "He just likes laughing at my suit."

"Maybe but we'd like to offer you a proposition!" You rose a brow at her. Proposition? "You'll be paid very well for it!"

Money? Your brows rose interested. "...I'm listening."

"We want you to volunteer for the M.C.M.A.R.R. section of our research group."

"Mc...What?"

"M.C.M.A.R.R! It stands for Mating, Courting, Marriage, and Relationships Research!," she explained to you holding up a finger. "There's been a new interest in how relationships built by demons affect their overall behavior. Whether it be familial or more codependent relationships. It shapes some of the demons own actions and behaviors."

"Ok. That makes sense. What does that have to do with me though?"

"That's the thing. M.C.M stands for Marriage, Courting, and Mating for a reason! We want you to volunteer for a new experiment we're trying out."

"Which is what exactly?"

"We want you to volunteer to become one of the demons items of romance!"

You stared at her. ".....You want me to do WHAT?!"

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thedevilsoftruth · 1 year ago

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Welcome to the Devils of Truth blog! The blog where all your fantasies and desires can come to life. Sit back, enjoy yourself. We're here to have a good time...

About me!

Hello beautiful, sexy people. My name is Bullet ( she/her ), and I am a fanfic writer. I am here to spread good vibes and show love to everyone. My blog is 100% LGBT+ safe, so anyone within that community is safe and welcomed here. I write fanfic to connect with people and simply just for fun.

A couple fun facts about me is that my favorite bands of all time are Nine Inch Nails, Soft Cell and Depeche Mode. I'm an artist, I make cool traditional art and sometimes I'll post it on here. As my bio says, I have ADHD and I'm a bit silly.... and sometimes don't know how to control my filter ( apologies for that )

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Blog rules.

My rules for this blog are simple; don't be an ass in my comments, or you'll get blocked and your comments will be deleted :)) And as always, minors dni with my posts!!! I will also have ZERO tolerance for fat phobes, racists, trump supporters, and homophobes. I'm really big on the Trump supporters thing, none of you Trump supporters are welcome here.

What you'll find here.

I kind of just talk about stuff on here. I rant a lot. I like talking to people, meeting people and hearing what people have to say about things. But I also post a lot of fanfiction on here!

The Fandoms I post about on here are random, but here is the short list of the fandoms I write for or post about;

Nine Inch Nails. You'll find some NIN stuff. I reblog or post important news about the band, and I will come on here and post happy birthday posts to their albums.

The Marvel Universe. I started out being a Loki blog, I posted some Loki stuff, but this blog will probably never see the light of anything Loki related ever again.

Stardew Valley. I posted a bunch of Shane content back in my day, but maybe I'll bring more characters from this game into my blog somehow..

Demon Slayer: The absolute most recent fandom I've brought into my blog. I'm still trying to slowly reel it in...

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Characters I will write for:

For Marvel: Anyone in the Moon Knight system, Steve Roger's, Thor, Bucky Barnes.

For Stardew Valley: Shane, Elliott and Harvey.

For Demon Slayer: Rengoku, Gyomei, Sanemi, Tengen, Douma, Akaza, Kokushibou, and Mitsuri.

Any other characters that weren't mentioned are excluded unless your request is good enough to convince me. Absolutely no underage characters should be requested, even if it's not for smut.

My request box is currently open!!! Please feel free to request me anything.♡

For requests:

Please do not request me any of the following: anything having to do with major age gaps ( 18 year old and 27 yesr old character ) MLM ( I do not write for male protagonists or for mlm because I do not feel comfortable with it as some men in the LGBT community are uncomfortable with women writing gay smut. ) teacher x student, anal sex (idk it's weird for me,) anything having to do with drugging, step dad or step brother stuff ( it's incestuous and weird ), omegaverse, and mafia bullshit are also immediately out of the picture.

I also will not write anything having to do with child abuse or anything specifically having to do with race.

I only write for WLW or MfF!!! Only female or g/n protagonists are allowed to be requested.

Masterlists:

Loki Masterlist

Moon Knight Masterlist

Sdv Shane Masterlist

Gyomei Himejima Masterlist

Kyojuro Rengoku Masterlist

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everything-i-have-ever-read · 11 months ago

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Demon Slayer

Swear?Swear.

sanemi x reader

Pillars trying to comfort their dying S/O

I thought maybe you could love me like you used to. Even though I'm... different

you were sent on a mission to kill an upper moon but unfortunately did not return leaving everyone to assume you were killed on that mission. three years later your s/o is sent in a mission to kill a demon wreaking havoc on a small village, how will they react when they find out that demon is you? And how will they react if you ask them if they could still love you?

Nsfw

FEAST

Upper Moons, Muzan x Y/N reader Muzan calls for a meeting with the 3 Upper Moons and his wife is just s little greedy and Muzan decides to share her.

THRONE

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

Four Big Guys

Sekido, Urogi, Karaku, Aizetsu x AFAB Reader

warnings: gangbang, dubcon, dirty talk, degrading, smut, rough sex, multiple orgasms, squirting mention

So unfair!

Warnings: female bodied reader, lots of Degrading, 5 some, Dacryphilia, blood kink? (Just their sharp nails but not too much blood or deep cuts), MEAN DOMS (a little soft dom on Aizetsu part), squirting, humiliation(?), oral sex, rough sex, anal sex

Plaything

Warnings : smut, gangbang with Hantengu clones, oral(male and female receiving), anal, Double Penetration , degradation, biting, marking, Electroplay, Spit as lube Rough sex , cervix fucking, Monsterfucking , wing play, praise, Blood Kink, creampie, finger sucking, squirting

#demon slayer #demonslayer x reader #demon slayer smut

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sasukeuzumaki-uchiha · 1 year ago

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I will tell you all my ships from different fandoms!!

Demon Slayer:

Tanjiro x Zenitsu

Nezuko x Aoi

Kanao x Inosuke

Sanemi x Gyomei

Shinobu x Tengen x Hinatsuru x Suma x Makio

Muichiro x Genya

Mitsuri x Obanai (My only favorite canon ship they deserved better 😭)

Rengoku x Giyuu

Giyuu x fem/male/nb Reader

Kokushibo x Giyuu

Douma x Kotoha (It's canon in my heart.)

Akaza x Koyuki (My second favorite canon ship)

Muzan x Muzan (Canon 😂)

Muzan x Sun (😂)

Muzan x Michael Jackson (🤣⚰️)

Muzan x Tamayo

Yushiro x Reader

Yushiro x Tamayo (😭💓)

Naruto:

Sasuke x Naruto

Sasuke x Hinata

Reader:

Everyone x You (Because you deserve every men and female on earth)

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aghost-writer · 2 days ago

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Wisteria

Chapter 19

This is a Yandere Demon Slayer x Female Reader Fic!

MDNI!!!

The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken worry as Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke gathered in the small training yard behind Tanjiro's home. The air felt thick with the weight of Y/N's absence, the silence amplified by the absence of her laughter and warmth. Tanjiro stood at the center, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his gaze fixed on the ground as he tried to sort through the turmoil in his heart.

“I can’t believe it’s been weeks,” Tanjiro said softly, breaking the heavy silence that hung over them. His voice trembled slightly, betraying the anxiety that churned within him. “We should have done something sooner. I should have been more vigilant.”

Zenitsu, standing a few paces away, let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his messy blond hair. “You’re not the only one to blame, Tanjiro! We all could have done something. But what could we have done? Akaza is too strong! What if we face him again and we lose Y/N forever?” His voice quivered with a mix of fear and frustration, his wide eyes darting around as if the very thought of Akaza would materialize before them.

Inosuke, with his boar mask perched on his head, slammed his fists together, his fierce expression unwavering. “Stop whining! Y/N is stronger than all of us combined! If she’s been captured, it’s because she chose to fight! We need to go after her!” His voice boomed with a confidence he didn’t entirely feel, but the need to protect Y/N fueled his bravado. “We’ll storm the demon’s lair and drag her back ourselves!”

Tanjiro shook his head, his expression sorrowful. “It’s not that simple, Inosuke. Akaza won’t let her go easily. He’s powerful, and we can’t underestimate him. But we have to try. I can’t just sit here knowing she’s out there in danger.” His determination shone through, a flicker of hope amid the despair.

Zenitsu sighed, his shoulders slumping. “I wish I could be brave like you two. All I can think about is how scared Y/N must be. She’s all alone, and I... I can’t shake the feeling that I should be doing more!” His voice cracked, and he felt the weight of his own insecurities pressing down on him.

Inosuke stepped closer to Zenitsu, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “You think she’s scared? No way! She’s Y/N! She’ll fight back! But we still need to find her. We can’t wait any longer!” Inosuke’s fierce spirit resonated through the air, igniting a fire in his friends’ hearts.

Tanjiro nodded, determination rising within him. “Inosuke is right. We need to formulate a plan, and we need to act fast. We’ll gather the others and come up with a strategy to confront Akaza. We can’t let fear stop us from saving Y/N.”

As they began to strategize, Tanjiro felt a warmth spread through him at the thought of Y/N’s unwavering support. She had always been their anchor, the one who saw strength in them even when they couldn’t see it in themselves. The realization solidified his resolve; he couldn’t let her down.

“First, let’s go find the others,” Tanjiro said, a sense of urgency creeping into his voice. “We need to tell them what we’re planning and gather all the strength we can.” He turned, his eyes bright with purpose as he began to lead the way back toward the main house.

Zenitsu hurried after him, his heart racing with anxiety. “What if they’re not on board with the plan? What if they think we’re going to get ourselves killed?”

Tanjiro glanced back at Zenitsu, reassuring him with a soft smile. “We can’t worry about that. We need to stand together, for Y/N. They will understand.”

Inosuke charged ahead, filled with restless energy. “I’ll get everyone fired up! They’ll have no choice but to follow us!”

As the three friends made their way back, a shared determination ignited within them. The thought of Y/N pushed them forward, filling them with a renewed sense of purpose. Together, they would confront the darkness that threatened their friend, united in their resolve to rescue her from the clutches of the demon who had taken her away.

Y/N stood in the dimly lit room, her heart pounding as she stared at Douma. The haunting echoes of her memories flooded her mind like a rushing tide, overwhelming her senses. As she looked into his vibrant, rainbow-toned eyes, a vivid recollection surfaced, pulling her into a past where their roles were reversed, and she had been something more than a captive—she had been worshiped.

In that memory, she wore a flowing white kimono that draped elegantly around her, the fabric whispering against her skin as she moved. Douma knelt before her, his pale hands brushing over her body with an almost reverent touch, tracing the delicate curves of her form. He had looked at her as if she were a goddess, an ethereal being whose mere existence commanded his utmost devotion. The atmosphere had been thick with an intoxicating blend of admiration and power, a heady mix that sent shivers down her spine.

“You are divine, Y/N,” Douma had murmured, his voice smooth and honeyed, enveloping her like a warm embrace. She could still hear the lilt in his tone, the way it seemed to vibrate with an unspoken promise. In that moment, she felt untouchable, exalted above all else. She had been a queen in his eyes, a figure of worship, and he, her devoted follower, ready to give everything for her sake.

His hands moved like a soft breeze, gliding over the fabric of her kimono, and she felt both empowered and vulnerable under his gaze. Douma’s fingers danced along her collarbone, trailing lower, igniting a fire within her that she hadn’t known existed. “You have the power to save them,” he had whispered, his expression a mix of adoration and fervent belief. “They need you, Y/N. They crave your light.”

She could remember the way his long, platinum blonde hair cascaded around his face, framing those entrancing eyes that seemed to shift with every flicker of candlelight. He had worn that blood-red turtleneck that accentuated his pale skin, the striking contrast amplifying his beauty. In that moment, it had been easy to forget the chilling reality of who he was—the Upper Rank demon who consumed lives without a second thought. All that mattered was the intoxicating pull he had over her, the way he made her feel like the center of his universe.

“Worship me,” she had teased lightly, her voice barely above a whisper, but the tone had been playful, laced with confidence. The thrill of her words had danced in the air, and Douma’s eyes had widened with delight, an unholy glimmer igniting within them.

“Always, my goddess,” he had responded, his demeanor shifting to one of utter seriousness as he took her hands in his. “I exist to serve you. I will protect you and ensure your reign is unchallenged.”

As Douma’s hands explored her body, Y/N felt herself slipping deeper into a fantasy, where he would shower her with affection, admiration, and, above all, devotion. The memory was intoxicating and terrifying all at once, a stark contrast to the grim reality she now faced.

Suddenly, the weight of her current situation crashed over her like a wave, and she blinked back to the present. The room was dark, and the shadows loomed like whispers of dread, reminding her of the danger that surrounded her. Douma stood before her, a playful smile curling his lips, his eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and something more sinister.

“Ah, I see you’re lost in thought,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “Were you dreaming of me, Y/N? Of the time we shared?”

Y/N felt a chill crawl up her spine, and she shook her head slightly, trying to push the memory back into the recesses of her mind. “I was… thinking,” she managed to reply, her voice steadier than she felt. “About what you’ve done.”

Douma tilted his head, feigning innocence as he took a step closer. “What I’ve done? Or what I could do? You know I only want what’s best for you.” He reached out, fingers brushing against her cheek with a tenderness that sent another shiver coursing through her. “After all, you are a goddess in my eyes.”

The warmth of his touch was disorienting, bringing back echoes of the past when she had felt cherished and adored. But now, in the face of her reality, it was suffocating. She pulled back slightly, regaining her composure as she met his gaze, determination surging within her. “I’m not yours to worship, Douma. I’m not here for your amusement.”

His smile widened, amusement dancing in his features, but she could see the flicker of annoyance beneath the surface. “Ah, but you don’t understand, do you?” he purred, leaning closer, his breath warm against her skin. “You’re more than just a girl. You’re a vision, a muse for the lost souls who seek solace in my presence. You could save them, Y/N. You could save me.”

She shivered again, this time in disbelief. The darkness of his words twisted in her gut, a reminder of his twisted beliefs and the sick reality that lay beneath his charming exterior. He didn’t see her as a person—he saw her as a tool, a means to an end. She took a step back, creating distance, her resolve hardening. “I won’t be your puppet, Douma. I won’t let you use me to control others.”

He chuckled, the sound devoid of warmth, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. “You think you have a choice? I have plans for you, Y/N. Whether you accept them or not doesn’t matter. You’re part of my world now.”

As he stepped forward, the shadows danced around him, and she felt a mixture of fear and anger bubble within her. She remembered the warmth of his hands, the sweetness of his words, and the way he had once made her feel like a goddess. But now, the reality of his true nature was suffocating, pressing in around her like a vise.

Y/N squared her shoulders, determined not to give in to his allure, to fight against the memory of what had once felt intoxicating. She had to escape the shackles he tried to impose upon her. “I may be here now, but I won’t be forever,” she vowed, her voice steady. “I will find a way out of this, Douma.”

His expression shifted, and for a fleeting moment, she caught a glimpse of something darker, something that promised danger. “You can try,” he said, the hint of a smirk returning to his lips. “But remember, Y/N, I will always be watching. And I won’t let you go so easily.”

A few days had passed since Y/N last saw Akaza, and the silence of the forest felt almost comforting as she hummed a soft tune to herself. The sun shone brightly through the leaves, casting playful shadows on the ground as she navigated the familiar trails. With every step, she felt a sense of freedom, a small flicker of hope that perhaps she could find her way back to the life she once knew.

She had grown accustomed to the woods and its secrets, the gentle rustle of leaves whispering in her ears, the occasional chirp of a bird filling the air with life. It had been two long days since Akaza had last visited, and though she knew he would return, she hoped for just a moment of peace. After all, her stomach growled with an urgency that reminded her of her basic needs. She needed food.

As she made her way deeper into the forest, the shadows began to stretch and dance around her, hinting at the approach of dusk. Her heart quickened as the realization dawned on her; she would have to be cautious, especially as night approached. Demons could only come out at night, and the woods held dangers she could not ignore.

Just as she turned a corner, Y/N stumbled upon a familiar figure leaning against a tree, a sly smile gracing his lips. Douma. His ethereal beauty was marred by the dark energy that surrounded him, a reminder of the creature he was.

“Y/N,” he purred, his voice smooth like silk. “What a delightful surprise to find you here! I’ve been looking for you.”

“Douma,” she greeted, her tone neutral as she tried to gauge his intentions. “What do you want?”

“Nothing much, just to offer you a little hospitality,” he replied, gesturing grandly as if inviting her into a grand palace. “My cult is nearby, and we would love to have you. We can offer you food, comfort, and the kind of companionship you deserve.”

Y/N hesitated, her instincts flaring at the suggestion. She remembered the stories she’d heard about Douma’s cult—the whispered warnings of those who had vanished without a trace. But hunger gnawed at her, and the allure of food and warmth was tempting.

“Why should I trust you?” she asked, her voice steady, though her heart raced in her chest.

“Trust is overrated,” he replied with a charming grin. “What matters is that I can help you. And besides, Akaza wouldn’t want you wandering around alone, now would he? It would be a shame if something were to happen to you.”

A chill ran down her spine at the mention of Akaza. Douma’s words were laced with a hint of menace, and the last thing she wanted was to be caught between the whims of two powerful demons. Yet, the thought of facing the darkening forest alone made her uneasy.

With a reluctant sigh, Y/N nodded. “Fine. I’ll go with you. But just for food.”

Douma’s smile widened, his eyes sparkling with a predatory gleam. “Excellent choice! Follow me, my sweet Y/N.”

As he turned to lead her deeper into the woods, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that settled in her stomach. The path ahead twisted and turned, leading her away from the remnants of her old life and deeper into a world shrouded in darkness. Each step felt heavy, and the forest around her seemed to close in, as if the trees themselves were watching her fate unfold.

Little did she know that this decision would entangle her further into the web of demons that lurked in the shadows.

As Y/N followed Douma through the twisting path of the forest, the trees seemed to close in around her, the light fading behind them. Despite her unease, she clung to the hope of a meal, a respite from the hunger gnawing at her stomach. The atmosphere grew heavier with each step, the sounds of the forest muffling, creating an eerie silence that only heightened her anxiety.

After what felt like an eternity, they arrived at a clearing adorned with vibrant flowers that seemed to shimmer under the fading light. In the center stood a grand structure, its architecture both beautiful and unsettling, a mix of ethereal beauty and dark allure. The building was intricately designed, its walls covered in wisteria vines, with large, stained-glass windows that glimmered even as dusk began to settle. Y/N’s heart raced as she realized she was standing before the headquarters of Douma’s cult, **Eternal Paradise**.

Douma turned to her with an inviting grin, gesturing grandly toward the entrance. “Welcome to Eternal Paradise, my dear! You’ll find our hospitality unmatched here.”

As they stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. The air was thick with the sweet scent of incense and flowers, and the soft murmurs of the followers echoed through the vast hall. Y/N glanced around, her eyes widening at the sight of a grand portrait hanging prominently on the wall. It depicted a serene, ethereal woman with long, flowing hair and gentle eyes that sparkled like stars. Y/N felt an inexplicable connection to the painting, as if she were gazing into a mirror of her soul.

“Isn’t she stunning?” Douma commented, noticing her fascination. “This is our beloved goddess, the one we’ve all been waiting for. You remind me so much of her, Y/N. It’s as if she has returned to us.”

Y/N frowned, trying to process his words. “Goddess? I’m not a goddess. I’m just me.”

The followers began to notice her presence, their eyes lighting up with recognition. Whispers rippled through the crowd, excitement sparking like fire. “Is it really her?” “The goddess has come to us!” “It’s a sign!”

Y/N felt her cheeks flush at the attention, a mixture of confusion and discomfort washing over her. “What do you mean? Who is this goddess?” she asked, looking to Douma for answers.

Douma’s smile remained, but there was a glint of mischief in his eyes. “She is the embodiment of hope and salvation for our followers. They believe she watches over them, guiding them toward a better future. And now, it seems they believe you are her reincarnation.”

Before Y/N could respond, a group of followers approached her, their faces alight with joy. “Welcome, welcome!” they exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with reverence. “We’ve been waiting for you, our goddess!”

Y/N glanced at Douma, her confusion deepening. “I’m not your goddess,” she insisted, but the followers were undeterred.

“Please, allow us to serve you!” one of them said, her hands clasped together in excitement. “We’ve prepared a feast in your honor. You must be hungry!”

Y/N’s stomach growled at the mention of food, and her resolve began to waver. Despite the unease settling in her heart, the prospect of a warm meal was too tempting to ignore. “I am a bit hungry,” she admitted, her voice softening.

“Excellent!” Douma clapped his hands together, a broad smile stretching across his face. “Let us feast!”

The followers quickly sprang into action, rushing toward a vast dining hall filled with tables adorned with colorful dishes. The scents wafting through the air were intoxicating—a mix of roasted meats, fresh fruits, and fragrant spices. Y/N couldn’t help but feel a pang of hunger deepen as she watched the preparations unfold.

As they sat down at the long table, Y/N was struck by the overwhelming kindness and enthusiasm of the cult members. They filled her plate with food, their eyes shining with admiration as they watched her eat. “You’re truly a blessing among us,” one follower whispered, her eyes gleaming. “We can’t believe our goddess has returned!”

Y/N felt a knot tighten in her stomach at their words. The idea of being revered as a goddess was foreign and unsettling. “I’m just... me. I don’t know who this goddess is,” she said, trying to clarify.

Douma interjected, his tone smooth and reassuring. “It doesn’t matter who you were before, my dear. What matters is who you are now and what you represent to them. You are a beacon of hope, a guiding light in a world filled with darkness.”

Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of unease creeping back in. Was she really a symbol of hope for these people? She had no memory of her past, no idea who she had been or what she was capable of. She was just trying to survive.

As the feast continued, the atmosphere became more celebratory. Laughter filled the hall, and Y/N found herself drawn into the warmth of the moment, even as a part of her remained wary. The followers shared stories of their devotion to the goddess in the painting, recounting tales of miracles and blessings they believed she had granted them.

“Since she came into our lives, our harvests have been bountiful!” one man declared, raising his cup in a toast. “May our goddess continue to watch over us!”

“May she guide us to eternal paradise!” the others echoed, their voices rising in fervor.

Y/N smiled politely, her heart heavy with the weight of their expectations. She wished for a moment of clarity, a way to escape the role they were assigning her. But as she looked around at the joyful faces, she felt a flicker of warmth, a small desire to connect with them despite her reservations.

After the feast, Douma rose, clapping his hands to gather attention. “Dear followers, let us celebrate our goddess with a dance!” His voice boomed with enthusiasm, and the crowd erupted into cheers.

Y/N stood awkwardly as the followers began to sway and twirl, their movements graceful and jubilant. Douma approached her, extending his hand. “Come, Y/N! Dance with us. Let them feel your presence.”

With a hesitant breath, Y/N took his hand, allowing him to guide her into the swirling mass of bodies. As she moved, she felt the rhythm of their joy, the pulse of their devotion. For a moment, the darkness outside the walls faded, and she lost herself in the music, the laughter, the warmth of human connection.

But deep down, a part of her remained alert, aware of the shadows lurking just beyond the light. Akaza’s warning echoed in her mind, and she wondered how long she could remain in this place without facing the truth of her situation. Little did she know that her decision to come here would entangle her further in the web of demons that had begun to weave itself around her life.

The night stretched on, filled with laughter and feasting, but as the stars twinkled above, Y/N’s heart remained conflicted, torn between the warmth of newfound companionship and the chilling reality of the world outside the cult’s embrace.

Y/N found herself wandering the grand halls of the Eternal Paradise after the feast, her heart still racing from the night’s festivities. The energy of the followers was intoxicating, yet the weight of their expectations pressed heavily on her. It wasn’t long before she found herself drawn into the worship room, a sacred space filled with soft candlelight and the scent of incense wafting through the air. The atmosphere was serene, almost hauntingly beautiful, with the portrait of the goddess gazing down from the wall, her painted eyes seeming to follow Y/N as she moved.

As she stepped inside, Y/N was surprised to find Douma waiting for her, his expression a mixture of delight and reverence. “Ah, my sweet Y/N,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting. “You’ve found your way to the heart of our devotion.”

Y/N remained silent, a sense of unease creeping over her as she looked around the room. The altar was adorned with flowers and offerings, an air of worship thickening the space. Despite her instincts warning her against it, she felt compelled to approach the ornate chair at the center of the room—the chair meant for the goddess.

Sitting down, she looked around, feeling both like an intruder and an honored guest. Douma stepped closer, his presence almost overwhelming as he gazed at her with an intensity that made her skin prickle. “It’s been almost a hundred years since she last graced us with her presence,” he murmured, taking a seat at her feet. “Can you believe it? Nearly a century of waiting for her return. The people needed someone to believe in, someone to guide them, and now… here you are.”

Y/N listened quietly, her heart pounding as Douma spoke, each word dripping with a mix of adoration and longing. He continued, his voice dropping to a near-whisper, “You embody everything they hoped for. The dreams of the faithful manifest in you, Y/N. Their goddess is back, and I cannot express how blessed we are to have you here.”

As he spoke, Douma reached out, his fingers brushing against her leg, sending a jolt of discomfort through her. She remained still, a part of her yearning to pull away, but another part was entranced by the gravity of the moment. Douma’s touch was both reverent and intimate, and she found herself frozen in place, unable to voice her apprehension.

“Do you feel it?” he asked, his gaze locked onto hers, his voice a melodic whisper. “The energy in this room? It’s electric. It’s as if the very air is charged with the power of your presence.”

With each word, he traced soft patterns on her thigh, his fingers gliding up and down, worshipping her as if she were indeed the goddess he claimed her to be. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, a tumult of emotions swirling within her. She wanted to respond, to push him away, but she remained silent, unsure of what to say or do.

Douma’s voice lowered even more, filled with a dark intensity. “They’ve missed you, Y/N. I’ve missed you. It’s been far too long since we’ve had a goddess to adore.” He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin. “And I intend to show you just how much we’ve missed you.”

Before she could process his words, he leaned forward, his lips brushing against her leg, an action that sent shockwaves of alarm through her. Y/N instinctively pulled away, but Douma’s grip tightened around her thigh, holding her in place as his mouth found its way to her flesh.

“Douma, wait—” she managed to utter, but her plea was drowned out by the sudden rush of sensations. He sank his teeth into her leg, a sharp pain slicing through her body, and she gasped, the sound escaping her lips involuntarily.

The shock of his bite ignited a surge of adrenaline, and she winced as he tore a chunk from her thigh, the warm blood pooling as he pulled away, his eyes glinting with a twisted satisfaction. Douma licked his lips, savoring the taste of her blood, and Y/N stared down at her leg in horror, the pain pulsing through her, a cruel reminder of the power dynamics at play.

“It’s beautiful,” he breathed, as if entranced by the act. “This is a true offering to our goddess, a reminder of your divinity.”

Y/N’s heart raced, the reality of her situation crashing down on her. She was trapped in a world of darkness, worshipped yet tormented, and Douma’s eyes gleamed with a madness that sent shivers down her spine. She was not just a victim of circumstance; she was becoming a pawn in a game far greater than herself, and she realized with dawning terror that she was in far deeper than she had ever intended.

#kny x reader #yandere kny #kny #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #yandere demon slayer #demon slayer

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haru-natsuka · 3 years ago

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Memory of fireworks (Akaza x Female Reader)

Genre: Angst

Memory he only could held when he used to be a human was only hanabi...

(As per usual, the photo is not mine. It belongs to its rightful owner. If anyone knows who is the person, feel free to let me know)

Hanabi. No one could tell what was the meaning of the firework in his heart as he had long forgotten everyone he needed to remember. He was not born a demon. He was human, used to be one, but he could not recall anything. The reasons behind his malice on the weakest. His soft spot for woman. His strong desire in fight. His knowlegde in martial art and most important thing is the firework.

Memories of him being a demon, the first thing he did was watching the bloom of firework in the sky for every festival he could catch up with. Everything that flare flowers spread on the skies, his heart wrenched in pain. Beat turn from serene to rapid. Not becuase of the loud boom but the picture itself. Engraving in his mind alone as he watched from the trees.

"Mister, mister on the tree" A voice called out for him from down below. His eys diverted to the source only to see a mask woman, head raised up to him. Demon not usually got acquintance with each other. They rather be on their own, by themselves. Only human was more than dare to approach a demon, lacking the ability to scent their murderous aura, their bloody breath but it was a woman. The one of creature Akaza would never dare to swallow.

Seeing him not replying to her, she proceed with voice filled with curiosty as she shout out at him. "Are you here to watch the firework? I know a great place. I will lead you there".

Why he needed to entertain her when she was the one disturbind his peaceful night and yet in her word, he could scent a hope almost towards a plead as he continue to stare at her fox mask. He could barely saw the shape of her eyes but her iris made him in daze for a second, might be due to astonishment for a woman to be the one who approach him when they should scatter away from the danger lurking around them

"Come on before the firework begin" She was tugging at his dangling legs as she jumped for might be to pull him down. Her touch was barrly there, weak for his standard that he felt pathetic to left her there. Therefore, he went down on his own. With a thud, his feet touch the ground and the woman was more than happy to drag him along with her in silence.

The place she mentioned was not that far but it was much clearer to watch the dark blie sky, so clearer to see the fireworks too. In front of them were some lights litted for the festival across the way, stroll?

It was palpable how inhuman he was. His greyish skin, yellow pupil encarved with upper moon three and the mark of stripes available all aroubd his skin was abnormal in human eyes but she even did hold his hand and guided him. The most shocking thing was he only followed and not even hesitated to return the gebtle grib at the end of his fingertips.

"There there. Lets sit down here."

Almost as if he was in trance, he did what she ask and her smile made him couldnt say no at all. If Muzan knew about this, it would be no wonder that he would be punished but he did not need to know everything right?

"Heyy you cant sit down just by yourself. Let me up too." He was grunting in frustration but it qas all a facade to hide his wxcitement. It must be because of the about to begin firework. Not her. No way. First sight? Right?

Their warmth was shared together as they sit by each other side. Not later than a minute of silence, the firework boomed manestically in the sky and both of them in awe until fhe very last spark. Before, the girl was very excited but Akaza could scent her sadness. Almost immediately, he wanted to console her, rubbing her shoulder to soothe any of her worries and yet he was reluctant and in hesitation as his hand was left hanging on the air.

"Akaza, I-" when did he even tell his name?

"No- Hakuji. You had granted my wish so I hope you live for your life now. I will be waiting and keep on waiting for you. Even in hell or heaven, lets be together. Us" when she untie her mask, his brain was like in havoc for a while. Memories flashed by fastly until he could not catch up with any recall he had but one thing he was sure of, this girl was special to him. However before he could check her feature for asurance, she vanished like wind. Came and went away.

No no no. Come back, come back to me, Y/N-

Wait, what he wanted to said in the first place? He touch the place beside him but it was too cold like the truth he needed to absorb.

#demon slayer x reader #demon #demon slayer #romance #akaza x reader #hakuji x reader #hakuji #akaza x you #akaza x y/n #akaza #akaza demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #kny akaza #kimetsu akaza #demon slayer angst #demon slayer anime

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theyanderespecialist · 4 months ago

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Me Being A SLUT For Darling AKAZA (Yandere Demon Slayer X Darling Akaza Stories)

#human akaza #hashira akaza #female akaza #intersex akaza #turned into a woman akaza #everyone x akaza #upper moons x akaza #muzan x akaza #uke akaza #soulmate akaza #soulmate doma #soule rengoku #soulmate douma #soulmate kyojuro #rengoku x akaza #douma x akaza #modern #demon rengoku #demon rengoku kyojuro

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forsworned · 4 years ago

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hello everyone i thought i'd just drop a masterlist to make my blog feel a bit more organized,, so enjoy!! also my requests are OPEN ʕ♡˙ᴥ˙♡ʔ

eone shots:

renguko kyoujuro

perfect little family. (spoilers)

protector.

love confession.

sweet tooth

newly weds

out like a light

newly weds

gyomei himejima

meditation break

modern au! airplane mode

modernau! thirsty.

unfortunate soul

untitled

obanai iguro

routine kisses

mitsuri kanroji

modern au! swimming lessons.

shinobu kochou

deer in headlights

misophonia

giyuu tomioka

accidental kiss

little distractions

indirect kiss

sanemi shinazugawa

angel on stage

modernau!makeshift chiropractor

modern au! sleepy shenanigans

fallingforyou

irl

leaving

selectively social

...because i want to know if you desire me...

genya shinazugawa

vertically challeged.

tengen uzui

modernau! emergency room

one chapter ends while another begins

wrong number

headcanons:

the hashiras w/ a sensitive s/o ( they get upset easily etc . ) and how they’d react to someone accidentally saying something that made them cry

collegeau! renguko kyoujurou headcanons

Kyo, giyuu, and Tanjiro would react to someone who can manipulate water/and anything that contains water

Kyo with a fem reader and how you'd think he would react to the modern world

Demon Slayer universe. Gyomei developing a crush? (What kind of person would they like/how would they react?)

the Hashira gang reacting to an isekai reader suddenly coming to existence in front of them all, and what they would do

yoriichi's headcanons as parent

snippet of a lesson in Sanemi's class

hashiras (after .. after everything) finding new jobs or what would they do now?

Shinobu x female reader that's lazy and hugs shinobu whenever and she never expects it

kyojuro , enmu + akaza reacting to their s/o stealing borrowing their clothes

Shinobu x female reader that is smaller than her and sleeps a lot?

Tengen x male!reader who's shy with affection but also *very* touch-starved

other characters/harem:

underlying feelings [kozo kanamori]

watermelon spitting contest [mitsuri; kyoujurou; senjuro]

the kamado siblings with an older sibling reader

mini series:

academyau!substitute teacher {renguko kyojuro x reader}

academyau! sweet like candy {teacher!giyuu tomioka x teacher!reader}

collegeau! unintentionally roommates {renguko kyoujurou x reader} (1/?)

collegeau! to date or not to date {rengoku kyoujurou x reader} (2/?)

r e n e w e d l o v e [tengen] (1/?)

r e n e w e d l o v e [tengen] (2/?)

full series:

a mutually arranged attachment. (yoriichi tsugikini x reader)

summary » when socially anxious [name] finally gets partnered up with the most mysterious heart throb in class she begins to learn that he is more than what the eye meets. she is pulled into his world and captivated by his beauty and boyish charm, but she soon learns that he is hiding secrets she is not yet ready to hear...

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fairy-writes · 2 years ago

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I love your writing so much and I can’t wait to request more :) please could I request dialogue prompt 4 for Akaza from Demon Slayer 💙💙

YOU SET ME FREE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Demon Slayer

Pairing(s): Akaza x Reader

Prompt: “You set me free. Now I can do the same for you.” (From The Corpse Bride) (Dialogue Prompt #4)

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Human!Reader

Notes: Literally one of my favorite movies omg

Also changing some canon events for this (spoilers for Akaza’s backstory)

TW for:

Abuse (not by Akaza)

Brief descriptions of a panic attack

Injuries (again, not by Akaza)

3.8K OF AKAZA Y’ALL BETTER LIKE IT

This is for my 1K followers event! It’s going on between June 8th and June 22nd!

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Your wedding day was the worst day of your life.

The day you signed away your freedom and succumbed to a life inside a cage.

Your new husband was a monster in every sense of the word. Not in front of your parents or the public, of course. In their eyes, he was the perfect gentleman.

Kind. (Cruel)

Loving. (Hateful)

Gentle. (Barbaric)

But at home, within the safety of the four walls you were supposed to call a refuge from the outside world, he was a demon.

Not literally. But he might as well have been with the damage he causes to you and the house.

“Can’t you do this any faster? I’m expecting guests.” Comes his harsh, grating voice, and you flinch, looking up at him from where you are scrubbing the floor. Your hands burned from the soap you used, and your knees ached from kneeling for so long. When he glares, you duck your head, hunching your shoulders in an attempt to appear smaller.

“S—sorry. I’ll finish up right now.” You whisper and start scrubbing again.

Only to feel a foot dig itself into your abdomen and physically lift you a few centimeters off the floor as it dug into your ribs. You gasp and hunch over, retching at the feeling, and some bile is all that comes up.

You hadn’t eaten yet that day.

He wouldn’t let you.

Not until the housework was done.

Never until the housework is done.

“Get that cleaned up before the guests arrive.” Your husband sneers and, thankfully, leaves you alone to do just that. You manage to get everything spotless and finish your duties just as there is the sliding of the door and your husband’s cheerful voice welcoming in his guests.

When you are finally called in, you come in to see three children.

There’s a boy with a scar on his forehead and a box on his back. A yellow-haired boy with a matching haori. And a young man wearing a boar head as a mask. They all carry swords on their belts, and you recognize the uniform.

Demon Slayers.

Your husband has a fake smile plastered to his face, and he extends a hand as you come into the sitting area with drinks for your guests.

“My lovely wife!” He says and introduces you by name. You bow politely, praying they can’t smell the scent of bile on your floral kimono, and offer them tea. The yellow-haired boy and the one with the box take some gratefully while the boar-masked boy takes his and immediately gulps it down.

They talk for hours.

The entire time, you stand slightly behind your husband, occasionally bringing in food or more tea for the boys. Every single time you offer more, the one with the box looks at you with such a warm expression that you almost cry.

His hands are calloused and blistered from handling his sword. (Why does such a young boy have such rough hands?)

But he’s so kind. (Why is he so kind to you? You didn’t deserve this kindness.)

And he approaches you late at night, long after he should be in bed, long after everyone else is in bed.

Except for you.

Because you still had dishes to wash and the sitting room to tidy up.

The soft call of your name has you flinching, dropping the plate in hand, and it shatters against the floor. You whirl around, unconsciously clenching your fists to brace yourself.

It’s only the boy, suspiciously missing his box.

You had since learned his name—Kamado Tanjiro. His companions, Agatsuma Zenitsu and Hashibira Inosuke, are most likely still sleeping.

“Ah… Kamado… What can I do for you?” You ask softly, and his face is no longer the warm smile that it had been when in front of your husband.

“Are you okay?” He inquires, ignoring your question, and you pause in picking up the shards of the plate. You could only hope your husband had drunk himself into a deep sleep and hadn’t heard your accident.

Or else there’d be hell to pay.

“I’m fine.” You lie, and suddenly, he puts his hand over your wrist, and you stop—his fingers bunch in the fabric of your violet kimono.

“You smell sad. Like you’re in pain.” He says simply, but you don’t say anything else. Because how could you?

He wouldn’t believe you anyway. (No one ever would. Your husband made sure of that.)

So instead of pouring out your woes to this boy who was much too young, you shrug off his hand and continue to pick up the ceramic shards.

“I can help you!” He tries, honesty pouring from his mouth. As you stand and dispose of the pieces, you stop by the front door.

“Thank you, Kamado… but I’m fine.” You whisper and leave him behind, sad eyes watching after you as you slide the sliding door shut.

You see the demon in the shadows of your garden a week after Tanjiro and his friends leave.

You had thrown the shards of the shattered dish in the outside bin in an attempt to hide it from your husband.

So far, he was none the wiser.

You pause in your late-night gardening. You needed space, and solace in your garden was where you found that peace you so desperately desired.

With powder pink hair and deep navy stripes decorating his face, arms, and torso, he was handsome. But you paused as he stepped out into the moonlight.

UPPER MOON THREE

Upper Moon? Three? What did that mean?

He stops just at the edge of your garden, watching you with those glowing yellow eyes, and not a word is uttered from his lips.

“Did my husband send you? Are you here to kill me?” You ask, and why wouldn’t he be? You wouldn’t put it past your husband to go and make a deal with a demon to have you killed.

Anything to get you out of the way.

Anything so he could be with his mistress.

Because, of course, he had one. He wasn’t exactly keen on hiding that information from you.

The demon scoffed, turning his head away briefly in disgust.

“As if I would make a deal with a mewling human.” He spat, and you recoiled at the ferocious tone in his voice. When you open your eyes again, you find him looking at you with a curious sort of expression. Your voice is wavering when you speak next,

“Then why are you here? To slaughter this village?”

At that, he shakes his head.

“No. I’m here for you. You are the renowned herbalist, aren’t you? The gardener and herbalist?” He says, and you blink. Once upon a time, yes, you had been an herbalist. But then your parents married you off to the monster you called your spouse.

“I’m not sure about renowned. But yes, I’m a gardener and an herbalist.” You say, and he makes a noise.

“Do you know about the Blue Spider Lily?” He asks suddenly, and you frown.

“Of course I do. Any herbalist or doctor worth their salt knows about the flower. What of it?” Suddenly the demon is in front of you.

“Where is it?” He demands, and you bite the inside of your cheek, hiding a flinch.

He notices. (He’s the only one who does.)

Thankfully he doesn’t say anything. (Because, of course, he wouldn’t. Even if someone does, they never say anything.)

“It’s far away from here.” You say curtly, and his lips curl back to show his fangs. He leans into your personal space until your noses brush together.

“Where. Is. It.” He says slowly, and you swallow.

“I—In the mountains. I… I could show you?” You try, and he scoffs, backing away and turning around, his fists clenched tightly. His knuckles would have been white had he not had blue staining them.

“As I said before. I would never make a deal with a human.” He seethed, still not facing you.

It was silent for a beat. Then two.

Then…

“Fine. Show me.” He snaps, and you startle.

He was going to bring you with him?

Would you be able to do it? Leave your husband?

The demon must’ve noticed your expression and narrowed his eyes.

“You won’t do it?” He said, voice low and mildly threatening. You took a wary step back but shook your head.

“Give me until tomorrow night. I will leave with you tomorrow night.” You say, and he stares, silent for a moment before he speaks again.

“Meet me out here at nightfall.” Is all he says before he disappears.

When you meet the demon again, your eye is swollen shut. Your body aches with forming bruises, and you’re pretty sure you’re missing a tooth.

But you can leave.

You’re allowed to leave.

Of course, you don’t tell your husband where you’re going. You just say there’s a family emergency. He can’t even be bothered to come.

If the demon notices—which you’re pretty sure he does, based on the narrowing of his eyes—he doesn’t say a word.

Instead, he turns on his heel and motions for you to follow him. You hoist your bag higher onto your shoulder and follow after him. Only for him to stop at the trailhead and gesture for you to take the lead. You pause before realizing he truly doesn’t know where the Blue Spider Lily is.

So you tie back your kimono sleeves, adjust your sandals, and start walking.

It doesn’t take long for you to abandon all propriety and hike your kimono hem up to climb over branches or stones that lay in your path. Thankfully, the demon doesn’t mention the indecency and instead follows you in silence.

“What is your name?” You ask tentatively after an hour of hiking in silence. The demon grunts as he jumps over a bolder that had taken you a solid fifteen minutes to climb.

“It doesn’t matter.” He says curtly, and you huff in annoyance. He really wasn’t the talkative type, was he?

You introduce yourself nonetheless, politely, formally saying your name into the silence, just like your mother had taught you.

The demon watches you with the same curious expression from the previous night.

And then…

“It’s Akaza.” He says before leaping ahead, leaving you in the dust as you stare in astonishment before you scramble to keep up.

Things change eight days into your little trip.

You’ve hiked over countless mountains at this point, Akaza having set a brutal pace during the night when he can actually move. During the day, you sleep deep in a cave you found (or that Akaza created), using your pack as a pillow. He always rests sitting up, arms crossed, and eyes closed as he meditates. He says nothing about your fading bruises or asks where they came from. Though you have a sneaking suspicion he knows. He seems clever like that.

The two of you don’t speak much. Akaza doesn’t touch you or help you when you’re struggling over the rough terrain. He instead watches from the top of whatever hill you’re climbing with an unimpressed look in his eyes.

Until everything changes.

“Can you go any faster?” Akaza calls down from a boulder that you had been steadily climbing.

“Can’t you do this any faster? I’m expecting guests.”

At that, memories of delicate cheekbones crunching underneath a fist flash behind your eyes, and you slip. Your body goes crashing to the ground, and you curl into a ball on your side, fingers digging into your skull as you let out a pained cry. Your eye throbs, and the gap where your tooth had been aches.

Your entire body hurts, and a rock digs uncomfortably into your side, but you can’t find it in yourself to move.

There’s the sound of crunching gravel as Akaza jumps down to your side. You are briefly showered with dirt, but you don’t care. All you see is your husband’s towering body looming over you.

Unexpectedly gentle hands pry your hands away from your face, and you look up into the face of your husband.

With a scream, you back up, scrambling back on your hands and knees as you try to get away.

Away, away, away.

Those same gentle hands grab your hands as you go to grip your head again, trying to protect your face.

“Calm down.” Comes Akaza’s voice, and you gasp, the vision abruptly fading away.

Akaza is crouched before you, an unreadable expression on his face. His hands cradle yours, keeping them from digging chunks out of your skull. Your breath comes in great heaving gasps, tears starting to streak your face.

You can’t breathe. Can’t breathe. Can’t—

His hands cup your face, and he looks you in the eye,

“Calm down.” His voice, strangely calming, washes over you like the tide. And slowly… ever so slowly… you manage to slow your breathing and get lungfuls of air into your chest.

Akaza doesn’t move the entire time.

Once you’re calm enough for his tastes, Akaza stands, scoops you up, and jumps. You, still panicking slightly, shriek as suddenly the ground disappears beneath you. You have your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of it, and squeeze your eyes shut.

You don’t land quickly enough, and Akaza sets you down—much softer than you expected, you might add. You hunch over, taking a shaky breath before straightening up and looking at him. He just watches you,

“Thank you.” You whisper, and he smiles.

“It’s not a problem. Let’s keep going.” He says gently, and you nod, hoisting your bag back onto your shoulders and taking the lead once again.

Twenty minutes later, you finally ask the question that has been burning your mind.

“Where did you learn to do that? Calm me down, I mean.” You say and hear him hum in contemplation behind you.

“I don’t remember.” He says and leaves it at that.

Another three days later, you approach him with a plant from your stash.

He stares, uncomprehending at the leaves in your hands.

“They’re for you.” You say, and he raises an eyebrow.

“I gathered. What are they for?” He asks, and you slowly push them into his hands.

“They help with memory loss.” You say simply, and his eyes widen almost imperceptibly. His hands are hesitant, but as they brush yours, you can tell he’s… excited?

Is he ready to remember?

Are you ready to watch him remember?

Akaza never brought up his memories until one night when you are almost to your destination.

“I remember everything.” He says, dangling his feet over the cliffside as he stares up at the moon. The two of you had stopped for a break at your request and sat overlooking a ravine. When faced with something like this, Akaza would simply scoop you up and leap across. After the sixth time, you sort of grew used to it.

You wouldn’t scream anymore, much to Akaza’s delight.

You sit up straight, nearly dropping the onigiri in your hand in astonishment.

“You do?!” You gasp but pause at his expression.

He looks tired and old and sad.

And he talks.

He tells you what he remembers.

He tells you of Koyuki.

Of his engagement to her.

Of his life as Hakuji.

How the feared king of demons turned him into one.

Everything.

And it breaks your heart.

So you hesitantly, ever so slowly, put your arms around him and pull him close.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” You whisper, pressing your mouth to the crown of his head. It isn’t quite a kiss… but it isn’t not a kiss. He stiffens in surprise but doesn’t pull away. Uncertainly, one of his hands comes up to touch your forearm. A silent acknowledgment and thanks for your words.

All the while, he doesn’t say a word.

You finally find the Blue Spider Lily after a month of traveling.

During that time, your relationship with Akaza grew… complicated.

He was incredibly gentle with you, treating you with reverence you didn’t know was capable of someone like him. He even held you once or twice when you woke up screaming.

You could give him nothing in return. He already had supernatural powers. He had immense strength. He had everything a regular man could ever want. Everything your husband ever wanted.

But things go terribly wrong the day before you find it.

You are passing through a large village—through the red light district—when you spot him.

Your husband with a woman on his arm, looking for all the world, like you never existed.

Until your eyes met and rage darkened and contorted his features.

Akaza, disguised with a cloak, puts a hand on your arm as your husband shoves his way through the crowd.

“We need to leave.” He says, but you are frozen.

He was here.

He was going to kill you.

You were going to die.

“You BITCH!” Your husband roars, and a hand cracks across your face, sending you tumbling to the ground. His hands are on your shoulders, bearing his weight down on your body.

Something is glinting in his hand, something sharp, something painful.

It cuts into your face, mutilating it, carving flesh out of it.

You begin to scream, to thrash and writhe, but it’s futile. Your husband had always been larger than you. So you can do nothing but sit there in agony as he permanently scars your face.

And no one does anything. Whispers erupt, but no one moves to stop the mountain of a man.

Until… Abruptly… His head is gone.

Hands are at your shoulders, pulling you into strong arms, as screams cascade from mouths at the sight of a demon.

Akaza.

One moment you’re in the red light district. The next, you’re deep in the mountains.

You are still crying, able to feel the blood coating your face, and the muscle tissue snaps at the corners of your mouth.

Akaza’s hands are feather soft on your face as he takes in your disfigured appearance. His brows are contorted with anger, his face darkened with fury, but he doesn’t shout. He doesn’t scream. He just gathers your bag, rifles through it for herbs and pastes for healing, and applies it to your wounds. He tells you it will scar but that you won’t need stitches. Not that he know’s how to stitch wounds, and you are in no shape to do it yourself.

“We have to keep moving.” You croak as Akaza finishes applying what little gauze you have in your bag. His hands are still, and he has yet to say a word. His shoulders are still stiff with anger, but he can’t take it out on anyone.

Because your husband is dead.

Dead. Were you free?

Could you have freedom?

“You need to heal.” He says shortly, and you shake your head. The pain has died down some, thanks to the herbs numbing the wounds.

“I don’t want to see you hurt on my account because you couldn’t find the Blue Spider Lily. Tonight is the last night of its blooming.” You say, and the two of you argue back and forth—with him wanting you to rest. And you want to make sure he accomplishes his goal.

You win in the end, and Akaza looks away with a frustrated huff.

But he doesn’t leave you behind.

The Blue Spider Lily is stunning.

The moonlight illuminated the royal blue petals, and you are struck by its beauty.

It almost hurt you to pluck it from the ground.

It blossoms over the grave of someone unknown. You can’t read the faded kanji engraved, not really, at least. You swear that it reads “Tsugikuni Uta.”

Akaza approaches the flower, and just as his fingers wrap around the stem…

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” Comes a familiar voice, and you freeze.

Kamado Tanjiro?

Turning around shows you to be correct. The young man has his sword drawn, that box at his back, as he stares in a fury at the demon before him.

The demon in question looks unimpressed. A little angry even. But Akaza doesn’t move from his kneeling position at the grave. He moves to pluck the flower from the ground, and that’s when Tanjiro bolts forward, intending to cut off his head.

Only for you to get in the way, quite literally shoving him by his shoulders and sending him crashing to the ground.

He hits the ground in a roll and comes up on one knee to face you.

His face pales, his sword beginning to tremble. He calls your name and takes in your bandaged appearance, voice thick with disbelief.

“I can’t let you kill him.” You whisper softly, and his angry snarl twists into something sad.

“He’s killed countless people.” He tries, and you shrug,

“He saved my life.” Your tone is muddled through the gauze in your mouth, but it’s vehement and strong, unlike any manner you have had since you married your now-deceased husband.

Akaza stands, the flower in his grasp, as he approaches the young boy. Tanjiro tightens his grip on his sword, though the tip is trembling. You grasp the back of Akaza’s vest just as he raises his free hand, presumably to start a fight.

“You must leave.” You whisper to him, and he pauses in his movements, turning so he can see you out of the corner of your eye.

“Let me kill the brat first.” He says and watches you shake your head.

“Allow me to deal with him.”

Tanjiro darts forward then, swinging his sword with deadly precision.

You get in the way yet again, pushing Akaza out of the way and ducking under Tanjiro’s blow.

Akaza gets to his feet and stares at you with an unreadable expression.

“Why?” He whispers, only loud enough for you to hear. You offer him a watery smile.

“You set me free. Now I can do the same for you.” You reply, and he only stares silently before disappearing from where he stands.

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tothemeadow · 4 years ago

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We've had pillar body switch but what about upper moons body switch 😳 imagine being switched with muzan 🙊

We love u grrrrrrrrr and ty if u do this eye🗿

eyyyy thanks 👏

Alright, so like the Pillar version, I made the reader a female to balance out the sausage party. The names were randomly selected as to who goes with who!

‘shake it up’ / Upper Moon Demons/Kibutsuji M. x Reader

warnings: boob squeezes

words: 972

As you stir awake, something feels incredibly… off. A pounding headache wracks your brain as you reach for your blanket, but it’s not there. In fact, you’re not even in bed at all. Stirring to consciousness, you sit up; numbness adorns your muscles, your joints stiff and creaky. Just what the hell did you even do last night? All you did was take down some pathetic slayer, sucked them dry, and had a hearty meal.

“My lord, are you alright?” a raspy drawl says.

Your ears perk up at the voice. Was that… Gyuutaro? What? Was he drunk off of a marechi or something?

With a groan, you drag a hand over your face; you come to an immediate stop, panic beginning to bubble in your chest. Your face didn’t feel the same. Hell, your hand didn’t feel the same. Pulling it away, you’re met with a pale, veiny hand, the long fingers adorned by perfect nails.

“What the hell happened to me?” you ask. The strong, velvety sound of your voice takes you aback. Why did you sound like Muzan? You look to Gyuutaro, a frown forming on your lips. “Gyuutaro, what’s going on?”

Gyuutaro raises his head; he kneels on the floor, his position in one that shows the deepest respect. He cocks his head at you, a curious glint in his eyes. “My lord, I am Nakime. I’ve… We Upper Moons have apparently switched bodies.”

Your throat goes dry. Nakime? Well, that explains the manners. Glancing down at yourself, you take in the fine muscles of Muzan’s body, the dark trail of hair leading into the hem of your pants. Wonderful – just fucking wonderful. You’re stuck in Muzan’s body.

“Nakime,” you start, “where are the others?”

“Allow me,” Nakime says. Quickly going to your side, she helps you a stand. It’s weird having Gyuutaro’s voice and body being so helpful. You never would have thought a day in your life you would see him with such an attitude.

You stagger on your feet, unused to the feel of his body. You feel… taller. Stronger. It’s strange, but you actually like it. Nakime leads you into a different room; from what you can see, you’ve somehow woken up in a section of Muzan’s shapeshifting manor. The floors seem to pulsate underneath your feet, almost like they know it’s Muzan who’s walking on them.

Up ahead, there’s a reckless clamoring; Douma’s voice shrieks in disarray, carrying on about how he wants his “luscious curves” back. The room falls silent as you finally enter, all eyes drawn to you. In an instant, everyone falls to their knees instinctively – well, besides you.

The hairs on the back of your neck rise as you stare at your own body. A scowl is etched into your features, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. Every single cell in your new body screams Muzan. You inhale sharply; you and Muzan switched bodies. What are the odds?

“What do you think you’re doing?” you – Muzan – snaps at the others. “I’m the real Muzan, not her.”

“My apologies, my lord,” Nakime says, paying her respects to the true leader with a deep bow.

You hastily follow suit, but then Muzan makes a sound of disgust. “Don’t ever do that in my body. People bow to me, not the other way around.” You shoot up to a stand.

“How did this even happen?”

Muzan clicks his tongue. “I don’t know and it’s seriously pissing me off.” He flicks his wrist at the others. “Get up. You all look pathetic on the ground like that.”

After the others draw to a stand, Nakime’s real body steps over to Muzan’s side. “How do you think we should deal with this?” The way she holds herself reminds you a lot of Kokushibou – of course, that makes sense.

“I don’t know about you guys,” Daki says, a mischievous grin splitting her face. “But I have boobs!” She cackles as she openly gropes herself.

“Fucking hell, Douma, you piece of shit!” Douma yelps. He makes for a wild grab at Daki’s wrists. “If you want to grope me you have to pay for it like everyone else!”

Akaza slaps his forehead. “Even in other bodies and they’re still idiots.”

Kaigaku hums his agreement.

Your mind reels at the whole situation. Douma and Daki switched bodies, okay; Douma is a pervert and likes to dick around, so that takes care of that. The sheer amount of sass radiating off of Akaza hints that Kaigaku is the one stuck in his body and vice versa. If Kokushibou is in Nakime’s body and Nakime is in Gyuutaro’s…. You look to Kokushibou’s real body.

“Gyuutaro?” you ask.

Gyuutaro looks to you, a bored look in his eyes. “Man, this sucks. How do you even see with six eyes? I feel like some sorta bug.”

Daki suddenly laughs, her hands clapping frantically. “That’s a good one, Gyuutaro! Calling Kokushibou a bug! I’m going to have to use that sometime!”

At Muzan’s side, Kokushibou grits his teeth. “One of these days I’m going to rip his heart out and leave him in the sun.”

“Will you shut up?!” Douma screeches. “Stop manhandling my body! My brother will kick your ass!”

As their bickering continues, Akaza steps between them and forcibly rips Daki’s hands away from her own chest. “Stop being so disrespectful, Douma,” he hisses. “I won’t hesitate to rip off your head again.”

You desperately look to Nakime. She merely shrugs, her confusion the same as yours.

Muzan rolls his eyes, but then he glances down at your body; something unfamiliar gleams in his – yours, actually – eyes, and he delicately traces over the swell of your breast through your kimono. He smirks.

You gawk at him. Oh, gods, it’s not going to be one of those days, is it?

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straykidsnerd255 · 4 years ago

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Call Your Name

Pairing: Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Song: Call your name: Attack on Titan soundtrack

Genre: ANGST

Spoiler for the movie Mugen Train but with a twist

Rating: PG-13

Kyojuro grunted as the demon throw a punch towards him. His sword glistened red and burned, itching to kill a demon. He could hear the other’s clear as day killing the other demon that had put everyone to sleep. “Come on Kyojuro, if you were to become a demon, we could fight for eternity!” Akaza said grinning like a wild animal. Kyojuro narrowed his eyes and swung his sword down. “Like Hell I would become one of you. I would rather live a human and die a human.” He growled.

Akaza’s eyes dropped to narrowed glare before he shrugged his shoulders. It all happened so fast. Kyojuro’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as Y/n jumped in front of him. Her arms stretched out as Akaza punched through her sternum. She stumbled back before swinging her sword and cutting Akaza’s arm off at the elbow. Kyojuro, losing the spark in his eyes, turned towards Akaza and gripped his sword ready to fight.

Y/n looked towards the sky as the morning warmth danced across her paling skin. Akaza had darted towards the shadows of the trees and escaped before the sun could fully come up. Tanjiro knelt down in front of the female with tears spilling down his face. Y/n smiled softly and reached forward. Her hand pressed against his cheek and tears welled up in her eyes. She didn’t want to leave them alone. “Promise me Tanjiro, you will get that cure for your sister, and that you WILL defeat Muzan.” Y/n whispered, her tears falling down her face.

Tanjiro pressed his hands to her and cried into her hand. Before long, Kyojuro slumped to his knees in front of her with tears cascading down his face. with both her hands and little strength she had left, she reached forward and pulled his head towards hers. Her forehead resting on his. “Promise me you will protect these kids with your life.” She whispered. Kyojuro chocked back tears when her hands dropped from his face. Her lips curved into a smile before she took her last breath.

Kyojuro could only look towards the sky as his tears fell down his face. His heart beating with pain and anguish as she died. The other’s, though they didn’t sit in front of her and talk with her, were crying as well. They had lost someone that they considered as their sister. Kyojuro stood from were he was kneeling and as gently as he could be; he placed one arm before her back and the other under her legs and lifted her up.

Her head fell against his chest with a thud. The Kakushi soon arrived to clean the mess up but froze when they saw the tear stricken faces. A crow landed on one of the Kakushi’s arms. “Tell the master that the battle has been won, but we have lost Y/n in the process.” The Kakushi member said. The crow screeched at the knowledge that she had died. Kyojuro held her dead body and wouldn’t let the Kakushi take her. “I will bury her. It’s only right that her..... fiancé bury her.” His eyes became dull and lifeless at the thought of burying the person he wanted to marry.

~Demon Slayer HQ~

Kagaya looked over the nine hashira and the few demon slayers. The smile he always had was gone. His face became solemn and his lips pulled back into a straight line. “I am aware that you have all heard the news.” He asked. There was not a single dry eye there. “Y/n Ubuyashiki, soon to be Y/n Rengoku, gave her life to not only protect innocent people, but protected the lives of Kyojuro, the Flame Hashira and the young demon slayers.” Kagaya closed his eyes as tears spilled from his eyes.

He had adopted the young girl when he found her abandoned not to long ago. The hashira’s had warmed up to her very fast and loved her. Even his daughter’s couldn’t hold back their tears. Kyojuro however, the smile that he always had, the sparkle that lit his eyes, all that was gone. His eyes held nothing but contempt and anger for Akaza. He wanted that find that demon and kill him. He wanted to kill Akaza for taking away that one thing that made living this nightmarish hellhole worth it.

“You are dismissed. There will be no assignments for today and tomorrow. By the third day, I would like to have a full report on how everyone is doing. Alright Shinobu?” He said looking towards the group. “As you wish master.” The poison Hashira said. Kyojuro stood up and looked over at Tanjiro and the other’s. Those kids had not stopped crying since this morning and weighed heavily on Kyojuro. ‘Why was she the one that got taken from us?’ He thought before walking towards Y/n’s grave.

“I love you. I will always love you.” Kyojuro whispered. Y/n smiled as she sat in the tree next to her grave. Her transparent body floating through the air as she looked over each hashira. “I am sorry I left so early.” She mumbled before looking towards her adoptive father. “I’m sorry dad. I didn’t mean to leave you and the other’s soo soon.” She said. Before long, she left the world completely.

“Kibutsuji Muzan, you will be defeated. Then, and only then, will I be at peace.” Kyojuro whispered angrily.

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