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doumadono · 10 months

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Upper Moons & Muzan & blind s/o - headcanons

Warnings: blind fem!reader Requested by: anonymous

MASTERLIST

Muzan

Initially, he dismisses you as someone unworthy of his attention. He sees your disability as a weakness, something that only hinders your existence. This disdainful attitude stems from his belief in power and dominance, where strength is synonymous with worth. As Muzan observes you navigating the world with remarkable resilience and adaptability, a small flicker of curiosity sparks within him. Your ability to face adversity head-on, overcoming obstacles that would have left others paralyzed, commands his respect. He is fascinated by your sheer willpower and the strength you exhibit despite your visual impairment.

Kokushibo

At first, Kokushibo maintains his stoic demeanor, but as he observes you, a flicker of curiosity sparks within him. He is intrigued by the your ability to navigate the world without relying on sight. Secretly, he admires your resilience and resourcefulness, seeing it as a testament to the power of human adaptability. Kokushibo deeply admires the strength you possess, recognizing the immense challenges of living and navigating life without vision.

Akaza

Akaza, with his fierce and protective nature, feels a strong sense of responsibility towards you. He becomes your steadfast guardian, always ensuring your safety and offering unwavering support. Despite his own frustrations and inner turmoil, witnessing your unwavering determination inspires him to overcome his own obstacles. Driven by his deep respect for women, he wholeheartedly dedicates himself to providing you with unwavering care and assistance. He sees it as his personal mission to ensure your well-being, going above and beyond to support you in every possible way.

Douma

At first, Douma finds amusement in the fact that you are blind. He has never encountered someone like you before, whose heightened senses compensate for the lack of sight. Your unique perspective and abilities intrigue him, adding an element of novelty to your interactions. However, as he spends more time with you, he begins to unravel a newfound empathy within himself. He realizes that your lack of sight accentuates your other senses, making them acutely perceptive and sensitive. In a rare display of vulnerability, Douma becomes your confidant, offering solace and a listening ear, understanding that sometimes, the most profound connections are forged in darkness.

Sekido

Sekido, with his straightforward and practical nature, struggles to comprehend your blindness. Sekido's frustration simmers beneath the surface when you get lost easily or face moments of doubt due to your blindness. It's difficult for him to find the right words to console you, as his anger clouds his ability to express empathy. He approaches the situation with a mix of confusion and frustration, finding it difficult to relate to your experiences. However, as he witnesses your unwavering determination and unwavering spirit, he gains a newfound appreciation for your resilience. Slowly, he learns to adapt his straightforward ways to offer support in practical ways, becoming your dependable ally in a sightless world.

Urogi

Urogi, with his carefree and whimsical personality, takes an immediate liking to you. He sees your lack of sight as an opportunity to introduce you to a different perspective on life. Urogi becomes your guide, using vivid descriptions and tactile experiences to paint a vivid picture of the world around you. Urogi, in his playful nature, frequently explores the heightened sensitivity of your other senses, particularly touch. Sometimes, without any warning, he runs his talons gently up and down your back, causing you to let out an unexpected yelp of surprise.

Karaku

Karaku is initially uncertain how to approach you. He chooses to observe from the sidelines, quietly noting your interactions with others. Karaku, known for his mischievous nature, approaches the situation with a lighthearted demeanor. He teases you about being blind, using humor as a way to cope with the circumstances. While his jests may sometimes border on insensitivity, his intention is to bring levity and laughter into your life. He sees it as an opportunity to foster resilience and self-empowerment, encouraging you to rise above the limitations and find strength within yourself. Inspired by your perceptive nature, Karaku finds solace in your presence, learning that sometimes, silence speaks louder than any visual spectacle.

Aizetsu

Aizetsu, embodying the essence of sorrow, can't help but feel a deep sadness in witnessing your lack of vision. He understands the profound impact that sight has on one's perception of the world and the emotions that arise from not being able to experience it fully. Aizetsu feels an immediate sense of protectiveness towards you. He becomes your unwavering support, offering a steady arm and a calming presence. His gentle guidance allows you to navigate the world with confidence, providing reassurance in your moments of doubt. Aizetsu, the reflection of sorrow, feels a deep connection to you. He recognizes a kindred spirit in you, as you both carry a weight of darkness within.

Zohakuten

Zohakuten, with his brash and impulsive nature, struggles to comprehend your blindness. He often finds himself frustrated by your inability to appreciate the beauty he sees in the world. However, as he witnesses your unwavering determination and strength, he begins to question his own prejudices. Zohakuten begins to admire the profound strength that emanates from deep within you, independent of your senses. He's quick to defend you when his counterparts treat you in a manner he deems unacceptable. He engages in heated arguments with them, standing up for your well-being and demanding that you be treated with the respect and care he believes you deserve.

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thepaperpanda · 11 months

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In Sickness and in Health || Akaza x fem!reader x Douma

Summary: In a rare moment of unity, Douma and Akaza set aside their differences to collaborate in nursing you back to health as you, their beloved human partner, succumbed to a cold

Warnings: none, just Akaza being mean to Douma

Word count: 3639

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: Requested by @arthurbristow

The concept of a demon falling in love with a human was already considered unconventional, but the notion of two demons harboring affections for the same human was utterly unheard of.

Fate seemed to have a twisted sense of humor as Akaza realized that his beloved, the one who held a special place in his heart, was none other than Douma's beloved as well… It was a situation that couldn't be worse... or could it?

Over the course of several visits, Akaza began to sense that something was amiss with you. Despite your insistence that everything was fine, he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that gnawed at him.

On this particular evening, his concern reached its peak, compelling Akaza to pay you a visit and ascertain your well-being. As he approached your humble abode, his ears were met with the most grating and irritating sound in the entire world.

"Oh, Akaza-dono!" Douma's voice rang out cheerfully, accompanied by an enthusiastic wave of his hand. "I see you've come to check on our beloved Y/N. It appears I'm not the only one who was worried about her."

Akaza remained silent, his frustration evident as he emitted a disgruntled 'tsk' sound. Without uttering a single word, he briskly walked towards your dwelling, with Douma following closely behind, seemingly unfazed by Akaza's discontent.

The atmosphere between them was charged, a blend of conflicting emotions and unspoken tension. Akaza's presence loomed with an air of possessiveness, while Douma's demeanor exuded an almost mischievous delight. It was a precarious situation, teetering on the edge of uncertainty.

Standing by your front door, Akaza's gaze fixated on the surroundings, searching for any signs of something that might have made you sad. The worry etched on his face mirrored the genuine care he held for you, despite the complexity of their intertwined affections.

Douma, ever observant, watched with an air of curiosity. His playful nature seemingly balanced on a knife's edge, ready to revel in the unfolding drama or diffuse the mounting tension with a well-timed jest.

As you lay on your bed, your limbs felt heavy and unresponsive, weighed down by the intense fever that wracked your body. Despite the insistent knocking at the door, you remained rooted to your spot, unable to summon the strength to rise and answer it. The sound of your own rasping breath filled the room, punctuated only by the rhythmic tapping of knuckles against wood. "It's... It's open!" You managed to raise your voice.

Akaza took the lead, stepping inside the house. The sight of you in bed at this hour was uncommon, stirring a sense of concern within him.

Douma glanced back, his expression filled with worry. "Oh, my dear lotus! Are you feeling unwell? Are you sick?"

You tried to sit up and groaned as the room spun around you. "I'm not feeling well...."

"I told you something is wrong," Akaza frowned, making his way to your bedside and taking a seat. His hand gently rested on your warm forehead. "You have a fever, my love."

"That's no good," Douma sighed, mirroring Akaza's actions as his hand cupped your flushed and heated cheek. "We need to find a way to help. I could call upon my followers; surely someone among them knows what to do."

Akaza growled softly, casting a stern glance at Douma. "No stranger will come near her. We can take care of her ourselves."

Douma couldn't help but giggle, a soft purr infused in his tone. "Oh, we?! So you're finally acknowledging me in this little love triangle!"

The exchange between Akaza and Douma brimmed with a blend of concern, frustration, and a hint of playful banter. Their shared affection for you compelled them to find a solution to ease your discomfort, yet their different approaches and underlying dynamics created a tension that was both palpable and intriguing.

You pushed the hands of both Douma and Akaza off your face, feeling suffocated and overheated as you rolled to your back. Your chest heaved as you gasped for air, your pulse racing with a dizzying intensity. The heat enveloped you like a smothering blanket, causing beads of sweat to form on your forehead and trickle down your temples. You whispered, barely audible, "It's hard to breathe, I feel so hot." The world around you spun in a dizzying frenzy, as though you were caught in the eye of a whirlpool.

"Stay down, my love," Akaza sighed, his voice filled with exasperation, as he made his way to one of the windows. With a gentle push, he opened it slightly, allowing a breath of fresh air to enter the room.

Meanwhile, Douma, ever unpredictable, took hold of one of the towels you owned and casually departed from the house. Akaza couldn't help but feel a surge of relief, grateful for a temporary respite from the presence of the bothersome demon.

In that moment, Akaza's spirits lifted, knowing that he wouldn't have to deal with Douma's antics for a while. It brought a sense of contentment, however fleeting it may be, as he embraced the quietude that settled upon the space they shared.

You closed your eyes, endeavoring to breathe calmly as a severe headache began to form, but the pain proved too intense. A moment later, tears began to stream down your cheeks as you tried to stifle the sobs that threatened to escape your lips. Your attempts to control your breathing faltered, and you began to hyperventilate, gasping for air in short, ragged breaths. "I wanna die, Akaza.... Kill me, end my suffering, please!"

He positioned himself on the bed, pulling you gently towards him, allowing your back to rest against his sturdy chest. This arrangement provided a comfortable halfway point between sitting and lying down, ensuring your ease as he held you close. "Don't utter such foolish words," Akaza murmured in a soft growl, his voice laced with concern, as he tenderly wiped away your tears. "We will take care of you, and you will begin to feel better."

Just as the atmosphere began to settle, Douma's cheerful voice broke the silence, announcing his return. He entered the room with a sense of joy, holding a damp towel in his hand. With a deliberate motion, he approached you and placed the towel gently on your forehead, his finger making contact with the fabric.

In an instant, the moisture within the towel froze, transforming it into a soothing cold compress. The icy sensation promised relief, especially for your feverish state.

"This, my dear lotus, should aid in reducing your fever," Douma remarked, a hint of affection underlying his words.

You let out a deep groan, your body tense with anticipation, as Douma pressed the cool cloth to your forehead. The sensation was like a wave of relief washing over you, easing the ache in your head. The coldness of the towel was like a soothing balm, calming your racing thoughts and slowing your heartbeat. You closed your eyes and let out a contented sigh, grateful for Douma's quick thinking and gentle touch. "Thank you, my lord," you told him, resting comfortably against Akaza's broad, muscular chest. "It feels better. It is better."

With a simple nod, Douma placed his chilled, ice-like hands on your cheeks. "Once we eliminate this wretched fever, you'll feel better truly," he remarked, his tone filled with determination.

Meanwhile, Akaza tenderly stroked your head, his touch radiating reassurance. "We will take care of you," he whispered softly. "Soon, you'll be back to your vibrant self."

"I went to the lake a few days ago and decided to take a bath in it," you explained, your teeth chattering. "It was so cold, but I just couldn't resist the temptation. And now I think it's the reason why I caught a cold."

Akaza's voice carried a growl of concern as he confronted you, his words dripping with disbelief. "Are you out of your mind? We warned you about bathing in the river. It's still far too cold for that."

Beside him, Douma nodded in agreement, his expression mirroring Akaza's worry. "Indeed, my dear lotus," he chimed in. "He's absolutely right. You don't possess the same resilience as we do. You should exercise caution and take better care of your body."

Your heart beated fast in your chest as you began to speak. "I must apologize to both of you," you said, your voice trembling slightly. "My recklessness has caused harm, and for that, I am truly sorry. I'm sorry for not listening to neither of you."

Akaza's voice resonated with a soothing calmness as he offered his advice. "Don't dwell on it for now. Your priority should be on recovering," he said, keeping his words simple and direct.

Douma nodded in agreement, acknowledging Akaza's wisdom. "Just relax and find solace in rest," he added, his tone filled with care and tenderness for you, his beloved.

After you had finally calmed down, both Akaza and Douma stood watch over you, ensuring your safety until they were certain you had drifted off to sleep. Once satisfied, Akaza carefully placed you back onto the bed, tenderly covering you with a blanket.

Meanwhile, Douma made sure the towel remained cold, a testament to his attention to detail and concern for your well-being. His words, however, held a hint of something darker. "Humans, such fragile creatures," Douma remarked, a suggestion laced within his words. "Perhaps we could alleviate her suffering together, sharing the burden."

Akaza's brow furrowed, a frown etching across his face, his anger slowly simmering beneath the surface. Taking a deep breath to compose himself, he responded in a measured tone, suppressing the surge of emotions threatening to consume him. "We must nourish her," Akaza stated plainly, his voice carrying a sense of determination. Without further ado, he turned and walked away, his actions implying a steadfast commitment to fulfilling your needs and ensuring your well-being.

In this intricate dance of conflicting desires and motivations, their actions revealed a delicate balance between care and the potential for something darker. The complexities of their dynamic unfolded as they grappled with their own internal struggles, their choices and actions pivotal in shaping your shared fate.

The next time you awoke, you found both Akaza and Douma standing near your stove.

"Looks delicious," Douma commented with a mischievous tone, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Such a shame we cannot share it with her. Although, I'm certain it doesn't compare to the nutritional value of female flesh." His words were accompanied by a playful giggle, clearly enjoying the reaction it elicited from Akaza.

Akaza, on the other hand, wore a visibly annoyed expression, his face contorting in response to Douma's jest. However, his irritation quickly transformed into a brief moment of surprise as he noticed your awakening.

"Oh! You're awake!" Douma exclaimed, his tone shifting to one of genuine surprise and perhaps even a touch of delight.

"Boys?" You whispered, propping yourself on your elbow. "What are you doing? What's that smell?"

"That idiot managed to get you something to eat," Akaza remarked in a straightforward manner.

Douma's lips curled into a gentle smile as he glanced at you. "I simply mentioned to one of my followers that someone dear to me was unwell and in need of something delicious," he explained. Without hesitation, he approached your side, removing the towel from your head. "Feeling any better?" He inquired, concern evident in his voice.

You smiled at Douma weakly, nodding your head in gratitude. "I'm feeling much better thanks to you and Akaza's care," you said, your voice soft and grateful. "I cannot thank you both enough for taking care of me."

Akaza approached, a bowl held gently in his hands, and spoke with a voice filled with love and concern. "We love you," he declared, joining the two of you. "And because we care deeply for you, some of us have realized that you need extra care. Here, please eat."

Douma, his expression filled with a mischievous delight, chimed in with a cheerful hum. "I hope you'll enjoy it! And if not, I'll take care of that woman."

"That won't be necessary, Douma," you flashed him a smile while accepting the bowl from Akaza.

The aroma of the stew wafting up to your nose, making your mouth water in anticipation. You reached for the spoon, scooping up a mouthful of the warm, hearty stew and savoring the flavors. "It's delicious, Douma-sama. I've never had a better stew in my life."

With a nod, Douma uttered, "You are welcome, my dear! Only the best for you."

Akaza couldn't help but roll his eyes in response to the facade of false happiness.

You gave Akaza a look. "Hmm?"

"Nothing," he replied softly, a sense of relief evident in his voice. He tenderly pressed a kiss to your temple, his affectionate gesture bringing comfort and reassurance. "I'm just glad you're feeling better. Now, eat. We've also got some medicine for you, but it's important to eat first."

"Thank you," you put the bowl on your lap and reached your hand out to caress Akaza's cheek.

Douma rested his head on your shoulder, his voice filled with a playful tone. "Hey, I deserve some love too! After all, I did help as well."

You delicately traced your fingertips along Douma's sharp jawline, marveling at the smoothness of his skin. "Of course you did, my lord. I owe you my life. Both of you, actually."

He nodded and kissed your fingers gently.

Akaza, nestled against your shoulder, succinctly expressed their sentiments, "We love you deeply and fear losing our beloved human."

"Well, you can always turn me into a demon!" You suggested.

Douma's face lit up with sudden excitement, his head nodding eagerly in agreement.

"No!" Akaza's voice boomed with a deep growl. "You deserve better than this way of life."

"But at least I wouldn't get cold so often... You two don't get sick at all," you remarked, finishing your meal.

In an instant, Douma found himself on the verge of speaking, but before any words could escape his lips, Akaza swiftly decapitated him without hesitation.

"You deserve better than this existence. We love you just the way you are. Being immune to illness is a bonus, but there are many hardships," Akaza explained, his voice filled with conviction.

Douma's head regenerated smoothly, returning him to his complete form. Despite the shocking turn of events, he couldn't help but voice his complaint. "Akaza-dono! That was incredibly rude!" He whined, expressing his discontent with a hint of petulance.

You whimpered as the sticky, warm fluid dripped down on your cheek after the blow aimed to Douma's head, your body recoiling from the sensation. You looked up, locking eyes with Akaza, who seemed unfazed by the chaos he's caused. "What the hell, Akaza?! You didn't have to do that!" You screamed at him, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear.

The pool of blood around Douma seemed to be growing larger by the second, soaking your bed, and you couldn't help but feel sickened by the sight.

"Knowing him, he was about to blurt out something foolish, as usual," Akaza remarked with a cold tone, observing Douma's futile attempts to fix his disheveled hair. "I am perfectly fine," Douma interjected, shaking his head with a playful grin. "No need to fret, my love. I remain as beautiful as ever."

"You messed up my bed..." You grunted with disgust. "I'm going to vomit!" And with that, you ran to the bathroom.

Akaza chuckled at the thought of you wanting to become a demon and rose from his seat to change the sheets.

Douma let out a sigh and joined in, deciding to lend a hand. By the time you returned, a set of fresh sheets awaited you, a silent gesture of their care and consideration.

"Boys. I'm feeling better already. You don't have to stay here. The sun will rise soon."

"You still need to drink the medicine," Akaza remarked.

Douma gave a slight shrug, his gaze filled with mischief. "You're not wrong. We could simply cover the windows and spend the day... in bed," he purred, his voice laced with suggestive undertones.

You found yourself nodding along to Douma's suggestion, despite the wary look in Akaza's eyes. "Okay, let's try it. Akaza, can you please give me the medicine?"

Complying with your request, Akaza swiftly returned, presenting you with a brimming cup of an unidentified liquid.

"It stinks," you groaned in disgust.

"Sometimes, the bitterest medicine is the most effective remedy," Douma murmured softly, his voice carrying a gentle reassurance. "But don't worry, it's nothing you can't handle."

You took a deep breath before tipping the glass back, swallowing the medicine in one gulp. The taste was acrid, and it burned your throat as it went down. You gagged and coughed, feeling like your whole body was on fire. "God, this tastes awful," you groaned, handing the empty glass back to Akaza.

"You did exceptionally well," Douma praised, his gentle touch caressing your back. "You're such a good girl!"

"Will you stay with me, boys?"

"Of course!" Douma nodded in agreement with Akaza's previous words. Without uttering a single sound, he gently nudged Akaza's side, guiding him to discreetly cover the windows.

You watched pink-haired closing to curtains as you climb in the bed and took comfortable position

The demon with rainbow eyes was the first to embrace you, his arms encircling your waist as he pulled you close.

"Don't think you can claim her all for yourself," Akaza growled, his own arms enveloping you protectively.

Douma's expression turned into a frown, yet he managed to offer Akaza a sly smile. "Oh? Worried she'll choose me in the end? Someone seems a bit jealous."

"Boys, please," you whispered, giving them both a few strokes to their cheeks. "Behave."

Akaza whispered softly, drawing you nearer to him. "It's difficult when he's in such proximity," he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of longing and unease. "He's just too close."

"Akaza, darling, you know I appreciate Douma's presence as much as I appreciate yours."

Douma let out a scoff, leaning in to nuzzle against you. Despite the display of affection, his actions seemed to provoke a tense response from Akaza. In an attempt to soothe his companion, Douma gently hummed and proceeded to pat Akaza's head, further exacerbating his tension. "There, there, Akaza-dono."

You giggled, looking at Douma. "You can be so charming when you want."

"I am always charming, my darling," he proclaimed, his voice dripping with self-assuredness. Yet, his confidence was abruptly shattered when Akaza sank his teeth into his hand, causing him to yelp in pain.

"Don't... touch me," the pink-haired demon growled, his teeth clenching even harder.

"Akaza! Apologize to Douma for biting him!" Came your admonishing voice, demanding restitution for the offense committed.

"Yes! Apologize to me!" Douma chimed in, an offended tone lacing his words.

Akaza scoffed, dismissively brushing off the notion. "In your dreams, Douma," he retorted, his disdain palpable in the air.

You gently tapped Akaza's forehead. "Do it, please?"

"Never," Akaza snapped, his voice laced with determination. "I would never trust him. He would gladly devour you, and I refuse to be blind to his feigned emotions."

You shivered and moved closer to Akaza, looking at Douma over your shoulder.

Akaza pressed himself against you, nuzzling affectionately and applying a gentle squeeze.

Douma, expressing annoyance, drew nearer and enveloped you in a hug as well. "Ignore Akaza-dono's remark, I would never consume you. Is your fever resurfacing, my dear?"

"I think it's coming back."

"Allow me to assist you," Douma murmured softly, his icy cold hand gently resting upon your forehead.

In response, a contented hum escaped your lips, prompting a smile to grace Akaza's face. "Well, well. It seems you have some utility, icicle."

Douma's brows furrowed in mock annoyance. "I shall conveniently ignore that remark," he retorted.

"Boys, please, behave... It feels so good, though," you mumbled, snuggling with both Akaza and Douma.

The two demons exchanged glances, silently acknowledging their shared goal of ensuring your swift recovery. For the moment, they chose to remain quiet, allowing you the peaceful rest you needed.

As you shifted to your other side, your embrace found its way to Douma, seeking comfort and solace in his presence. In a surprising display of unity, both demons disregarded their mutual animosity and embraced you, their shared desire to see you regain your strength overriding any personal differences.

In that moment, nestled in their caring arms, they resolved to do whatever it took to expedite your healing. The intensity of their mutual commitment surpassed their inherent disdain for each other, highlighting the depth of their concern and love for you.

Despite the complexities of their relationship, their focus remained unwavering: your well-being. They vowed to provide the support and care you needed, disregarding any animosity or rivalry that might have existed between them.

In the face of adversity, their shared dedication became a powerful force, driving them to put aside their differences and work together for your sake. They understood that healing required unity and cooperation, and they were determined to deliver just that.

With you nestled between them, they offered their combined warmth and comfort, a symbol of their unwavering commitment to your recovery. It was a moment where their shared purpose eclipsed any animosity, and their collective efforts would serve as a testament to their deep affection for you.

As you drifted into a peaceful slumber, enveloped in their embrace, they silently vowed to do everything in their power to ensure your swift return to health. The demons were united by their love for you, and they were willing to set aside their differences to see you restored to full vitality once more.

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muzansfangs · 1 year

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Your fangs have never scared me.

Starring: Akaza x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff and slight violence. It’s just Akaza being the overprotective boyfriend I know he would be.

Plot: you met during a festival, he saved you. He thought you would have been horrified by his appearence and what he had done to your aggressor. You wiped the blood off of his face, instead, and you let him accompanying you home. You showed gratitude and sympathy to him, a soulless demon. He fell in love with you, a human, a ‘weakling’.

Dt: @6uppermoonsupremacy200 if I am not mistaken, you had aksed for some Akaza fluff!

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You were a weakling, he loathed weaklings. Still he loved you. Those who could not defend themselves were destined to succumb. It was just the way that it worked. He despised humans, they were just a source of food, according to him. Entertaining, at best, when he came across a challenging opponent. Despite that, they all turned out to be disappointing. They refused to embrace the dark side, to hone their abilities to the peak was not worth losing their humanity. They wasted their potential and his time.

Akaza did not claim to be a saint. He was a murderer, he admitted it, but he had some values. Women were not part of his diet, first and foremost. Men and demons disrespecting them were trash. He was not friendly with the gentle sex, but he had never laid a finger on a woman and he would have never ever dared to touch one, not even if he was starving.

You were on his path the night you met. Beautiful. The first thing he thought when his demonic eyes landed on your face was that you were beautiful.

You were staring up at the sky in awe, your eyes shimmering under the techicolors lights of fireworks exploding into the pitch black night sky. Alone, but happy, you were comfortably sitting on a bench, during thr local festival. Akaza had stopped on his tracks, enticed by the purity you radiated. He did not plan to talk to you, he would have probably freaked you out anyway. And he was aloof from craving to wipe away that lovely smile of yours from your face. You were a fleeting, pleasing sight to behold. Nothing more.

He had turned his back at you, golden eyes now scanning the horizon in search for slayers to beat up to death. Gasps and yelps, though, pierced his ears and he switched his attention back to the crowd cheering down the streets.

You. His eyes immediately searched for you.

Dear God, when he saw you, when he watched the way a stupid lout yanked your arm aggressively, trying to drag you away in a dark alley, he felt his blood boil in his veins. Your lips, curled up in a soft smile a minute ago, were now contorted into a pitiful pout, tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried to scream for help.

But people were too busy enjoying the festivity to pay attention to you, to save you. They seemed deaf. He was not, though. He had heard you crying out for help, he did not hesitate to jump down from the rooftop and sneakily waiting for him in the filthy, dark alley he intended to pull you in.

It was not like he had a special connection with you. He just could not bear the sight of an innocent girl being beated up under his watchful eye. No woman deserved it. Especially when she radiated a kind energy like you.

With a harsh tug at your hair, the man had you stumbling into the dead end and you tripped on a rock, landing onto the dusty ground. Your kimono was torn, your eyes puffy for the tears you had shedded and you were laying hapless at his feet. You saw your end into that man’s eyes and you writhed in fear for what was yet to come. But the odds were apparently in your favor. You were not alone, no one was going to hurt you.

“Aren’t you a pitiful scumbag? Don’t you dare touching her, pal. Unless you would love to see some blood spill, naturally” Akaza spoke, emerging calmly from the darkness.

His eyes, his glimmering golden eyes were the first thing you noticed, when you switched your attention on the owner of that soothing voice coming for the darkness behind you. There was hope, there was still hope for you. You knew he was a demon. You had heard about them from your grandparents, when you were a toddler. Nothing about him suggested he was a mortal. His eyes were not quite close to the ones of a common civilian. His skin was pale, the pointy canines protruding from his upper lip gave him away almost immediately. Thus you should have considered yourself a dead woman walking.

But he was not looking at you, he did not reach out to snatch you away and feast on your flesh. He was glaring at your aggressor, he had probably barely even looked at you.

“Mind your business, you idiot. Get lost” the mug at your right said, taking a step forward and cracking his knuckles in irritation. Was he a fool? You scurried back to the wall, until you were out of their way, watery eyes transfixed on the pink-haired guy a few strides away from you. Your heart thrummed into your chest and your ears still rang for the smack you had received from the man. There was no way in the hell it would have ended with an apology and a friendly handshake.

“You’re a worthless, pathetic, insufferable weakling. You disgust me to the point I won’t even eat your rotten flesh, once you’re dead” Akaza bitterly declared, clenching his fists down his sides and grimacing at his opponent.

You felt your heart sink into your stomach, when he confirmed he was a demon. But, for some reason, you felt safe in his presence. You knew you should have took the chance to simply run away, while the two men involved into a staring contest destined to degenerate into a fight. Yet, you stayed there, breath uneven, watching how the demon did not even allow the taller guy to reply something.

You heard the sound of bones breaking and you clasped your hand over your mouth not to let out a scream of horror, when some drops of blood splattered on the wall beside your head. A punch, a punch was all it took for the demon to kill your aggressor. His lifeless body slumped down on the ground and you released a breath you did not know you were holding.

You mind was foggy, your legs wobbly, but your eyes locked with the demon’s ones, softening. He had saved you. How could it be possible? A blood-thirsted monster had just saved your life.

He scoffed and turned his back at you “You should not hang out alone by night. It’s dangerous” he muttered, staring at his feet in discomfort. He was worried of having somehow traumatized you. It sounded crazy to him, but Akaza feared your judgement as if you were someone important to him. But he did not know you. Why did he care?

You sighed and, unfolding a tissue you had tucked into your obi, you walked up to him, careful not to step on the explanding pool of blood coming from the wound in the man’s head. Akaza did not expect anything from you, beside screams of terror and spiteful words thrown at his face.

Therefore, when you gently grasped his chin and wiped away some blood running down his cheeks, he stared at you purely in shock. What were you doing? Were you cleaning his face? Why? He was a monster! You should have been scared of him. But you blessed him with a kind smile, eyes twinkling in gratitude as you dropped your hand to the side once you were done.

“Why?” Akaza asked, his fingers grazing his cheek in astonishment. It felt oddly familiar. Did someone do that for him in the past?

You blushed and bowed your head at him “You saved my life, that’s the least I could do… – you sheepishly admitted – Thank you, really” you added shortly.

The Upper Moon Three frowned, his upper lip twitched before he spoke again “But I am a demon…” he ramarked, only to see you shrugging and grasping his hand between you tiny ones. You were too pure for this world. How? Just how could someone even think about hurting you? He did not feel even the slightest sting of remorse for having killed that man.

“You showed me a kind of humanity I haven’t seen in mortals’s hearts. Why should I not be grateful that you saved my life?” you stated, a polite smile curling your chapped lips.

You. How could a weakling like you, a human, show empathy to him?

Akaza halted, his cheeks flushing up as you held his hand and blinked at his stunned face “Can I know your name?” you asked, cocking your head to the side, eyes locked with the pools of melted gold shining under the moonlight. He was handsome, in a wicked kind of way.

“Akaza. I’m Akaza… And you are?” he fretted, rubbing the back of his neck. Centuries had passed and no one had ever watched him with the same warm look you were giving him. What was so special about you?

You chucked and nodded your head “Ah, forgive me, please! I’m Y/N! – you introduced yourself, bowing your head at him – Listen, Akaza, as you can see, I trust you. I don’t want to sound too bold, but… Could you please walk me home? It’s not too far from here, but I am still startled by—”.

“Sure! – he cut you off, swallowing the lump in his throat and letting go of your hand abruptly – But I cannot walk among humans… I mean, I… Can I pick you up? It’s easier for me to jump from a roof to another” he blurted out, averting his eyes from you. He was probably embarrassing you and it was the least thing he wanted.

What were you doing to him? Had you, by any chance, bewitched him? Were you a witch?

He was surprised to hear you giggle and he darted his eyes back on you, watching how your cheeks had turned into a scarlet shade and your hand was closed in a small fist, pressed against your lips. No, that was no good. You were cute.

“You are so lovely, Akaza. Of course, you can! Just… Don’t let me fall, please” you said, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

He smiled softly, eyes downcast as he nodded his head at your request “I would never”.

Two years from that night, you were still by his side. His fingers ran through your hair, as you sat on his lap and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. You were his weakling, his humanity, his precious ray of sun: the sun he cursed everyday of his life, but that he could experience through you. He loved you.

“Are you not scared of me? Not even when I growl?” Akaza murmured, earning a light laughter from you. You loved this soft side of him, you loved how he never ceased to make sure you still loved him.

“Akaza, your fangs have never scared me” you whispered, plating another kiss on his mouth. This small part of your life, the life you were sharing with him was the infinite to you. As long as you were with him, nothing could have ever scared you.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there!

I’m not following a specific order for my stand-alone shots. I just focus on what inspires me, whenever I have some spare time to type on my beloved keyboard. Anyway, I’ll definitely write all the suggestions you left on my post. As you may have noticed, I have added the titles I have chosen on my Masterlist. Btw, I hope you enjoy this small fluffy story!

#akaza #akaza x you #akaza x reader #akaza x y/n #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer fanfic #upper moons #upper moon three

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I just to see Akaza get the thunder thighs treatment, especially in your style you draw it so well.

yes here

#my art #kimetsu no yaiba #akaza #upper moon three #kny akaza

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rottencoreflesh101 · 1 year

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#douma #doma #akaza #upper moon three #upper moon two #kny #demon slayer #kny meme

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wrensknight · 1 year

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silly martial arts man i love u

#art #illustrators on tumblr #illustration #my art #original art #wrensknightart #akaza #demon slayer #kny #kimestu no yaiba #hakuji #hakuji soyama #upper moon three #renkaza #akaren

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capobegone · 1 year

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HELP I AM SO SAD?? I suppose I was under the impression that only Koyuki accompanied Hakuji to hell because we only see her holding him as the flames rise, but I literally just now noticed the white silhouettes of Keizou and his dad on either side of them?? They all three willingly waited for him to return to himself and then accompanied him to hell. Hakuji might have led a life full of suffering wherever he went, but this boy was so, so loved.

#hakuji #akaza #hakuji x koyuki #hakukoyu #kny manga #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #upper moon three

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kyojurosprettygirl · 8 months

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If you're willing to write for demons, can you do a short Akaza x fem slayer story?? One where the reader keeps chasing him because he refuses to fight her on account of her being a woman? It could be a cute enemies to rivals to lovers, maybe even be a little angsty. I would imagine the y/n's bewilderment that the gosh darn uppermoon 3 wouldn't kill her, or that she's insulted that he refuses to fight.

a/n: OH EM GEE. NONNIE THIS IS PURE GOLD. i feel you've read my mind , and it's a little scary . i've had smth similar in my head for MONTHS and you don't know how excited i am to write this now that i have a baseline!!! XD this has given me much more inspiration for it and surprisingly more leeway . it's kind of hard to keep my stories short... ;;; I HOPE YOU ENJOY REGARDLESS X)))) I WONT LIE, this was super hard to write.

the sun will always rise.

Akaza x Demon Slayer! Fem! reader

for each and every kill a slayer makes, it counts as a single but notable step toward the designated finish line. the finish line where humans will be safe from harm; where a corps dedicated to killing demons wouldn't have the need to exist. it should be a simple thing, you realize. in hindsight, people think you just train, kill, and repeat, until finally your flame dies out and your just another warrior who's sacrificed their life without a name left behind, depending on how much you killed that is.

In reality, though, the corps is much more complex. There are ranks, hidden villages, hidden faces, and most notably demons who were once human too. who were once filled with their own ideologies, their own minds and voices, they were once a full glass rather than an empty shell of what once was. Some, too far gone, others, just unfortunate people who fell into the deep end. It is when you fight with a demon when the complexity really set's in, you hear them, feel them even, and although some are easy to ignore, other's are much harder. and for you, it was always harder, your empathetic nature toying with your mind and heart. it was something you connect well with the young slayer you've come to know as Tanjiro, but you differ in one thing, you find killing the demons much easier than he does. choosing to ignore their pasts to reduce the risk of dying, using the most painful form you know on them. It's how you got into this mess to begin with.

your feet ache, burn even, trying their hardest to keep up with your mind who seems to not have any limits. your fingers are numb, your cheeks burn, and your neck itches from the cloth constantly rubbing on it because of the frantic movement. for the second time tonight, another strong demon made it's way into your line of vision. though its more unfortunate for them than it is for you, you're still human and your body begs to succumb to the comfortable earth below you. the fight was drawn out, too much for your liking, making your patience to run extremely thin. dodging it's attacks left and right, you spoke out to the demon, surprisingly finally hitting a nerve. when the demon had stopped to tell you it's sorrows, how it feels, you called a form and decapitated it without second thought, it having given you an opening. you dropped your blade and keeled to where it's head laid and you gently picked it up, facing it toward you.

"I wish you a comfortable trip to hell." you rasp out. gently placing it's head on the ground as the sun rises, it's body ashing out into nothing. you sigh and look at the unlit part of the forest, noticing piercing eyes in the shadows. in curiosity, you appear infront of the demon in a split second, him barley dodging your blade. his eyes go wide in surprise and he groans in frustration, disappearing into what's left of the dark. he was gone just as fast as you appeared and you decided to ignore it, convincing yourself it was simply your lack of sleep.

but it happened again. and again. and you began to grow frustrated. you began to seek the demon out, and every time you got close, he'd dodge and refuse to fight you. At first, it was one-sided, where you seeked him out, he tried to avoid you, just wanting to complete muzans orders, but the closer you got to tracking him down, you began to interfere greatly with his orders. orders of which when failed to complete, he'd have his blood wrung dry, but still keeping his morale of not intentionally hurting you. you were a woman, it would be wrong. and, it was your job. could he really blame you?

"what the hell." he thinks, as he dodges another one of your hits, you're much faster than what he's used to, so you must be a high ranked slayer. He splays his arm out in an attempt to grab your blade from you when he heals the blade into his skin , but it's futile when you catch onto it and twist, creating another wound where you have enough time it grab it back. as the sun began to creep up, he knew he had to get out of the fight quickly, but he knew you well enough to the point where you wouldn't drop it that easy. you huffed, a slight smile gracing your features, and for a moment he's enamored, your strength is admirable and your beauty shines through the roughness of your hits, but he doesn't stare too long. Instead, he runs from under you when you jump, and runs deep into the dark forest. He hears your scream of frustration as you begin to chase after him, except going the opposite direction. he exhales, you were going to be a problem, he could already feel it. so he opted from then on to hide away from you, knowing you were constantly chasing to kill him.

sooner or later though, for every slayer he was ordered to kill, you'd come in and save double. For every place he managed to hide himself in, you'd cover them head to toe in wisteria poison residue. For every item he'd need to retrieve, you'd try to combat with him, leaving him no choice but to leave and go back empty handed. you can only imagine how angered he was becoming. where he'd usually draw fights out, get to know the powerful slayers, and even give them more chances to kill him, he found himself just wanting to kill them immediately as a means to save himself from your wrath. you were everywhere, wherever he was, you somewhere were always there. he figured it was your crow. It was getting to the point where he was thinking of letting go of his morals, maybe you would be the only exception to his rule. he hated your existence, and was hoping another demon would do the job for him. he realized you were specifically targeting him, and it's what angered him even more. he decided he'd start to put his hand's on you, and use a few words, maybe then you'll get off his ass.

you panted as you finally managed to get him on the ground. he had no way out of this, unless he hurt you, and oh was he tempted. you make a move to cut his head off, a gleam of relief running in your eyes, one he caught onto. he then grabbed your hips and rolled into a position where you laid under him, getting off as fast as he could and attempting to take his leave. you grunt, chasing him and he grabs your wrist before your blade could make contact with him. 'why won't he just fight back.' you think, your eyes widening at how gentle his grasp was. you furrow your brow, jerking your hand off and kicking him, creating a wave of dirt dusting over your vision. "why do you run from me! just get up and fight me!" frustration was evident in your voice, and he laughed at it. god, you sounded like inosuke, you realize. "you just don't give up." he grunts, he looks you in the eyes and you realize he's an uppermoon. "because you are a woman." and at that your face is one of bewilderment. 'this entire time!' you think. you make a move to throw him deeper into the forest but he dodges and runs into the forest. again. you groan and notice the sun was beginning to peak from the horizon. "it's now or never, demon!" you scream, and chase after him. it was a fruitless chase.

he thought it would have led to you giving up, but it instead became a game of cat and mouse. whenever you did encoutner him, you'd push for answers, for him to just hit you back, deem you worhty of his time, but he just rushed out of the match. leaving you at the same time the moon did.

his comment made you assume you thought he was weak, and knowing he was uppermoon three fed into those assumptions. he only ever fought the highest rank slayers, you noted, and he was almost always victorious in them, except for those who made it til sunrise, two to be exact, and they would talk about how he just never gave up, how he seemed eager to elongate their fight. although, that was years ago, and you weren't even sure if he was considered the third uppermoon then. this continued on for months, and fueled your ambition even more. yet as the days passed, you began to falter more and more, your spark dimming by the seconds. you felt weak, and knowing you weren't was different than feeling you weren't, you felt unworthy, and a demon's word's shouldn't hit as deep as Akazas did. he fought Rengoku, a hashira you grew to know well, and from what he had told you, you just grew insecure. you felt guilty, he survived by a single thread, and instead of wanting to avenge him, you just wanted to be recognized by the demon. you selfishly wanted him to ask you to be a demon, to ask for your name and say that you were gifted. you had soon given up on the chase, guilt eating at you faster than the fire you had in you did. but the fire of wanting to kill him remained in you regardless, laying dormant and behind your old wounds.

as you walk mindlessly, you only notice the moon when you walk into a small running river, the coldness easing the ache in your feet. it was a long day, and you'd just completed a mission the master had given you. you sit on a rock and let the water dance around your ankles, giggling when small pebbles tickled you. you sigh and close your eyes and enjoy the night, trying to find the person you once were before encountering the demon. he hadn't left your mind since, and knowing his name had simply made it harder. your brows furrow in subconscious annoyance. you were sick, sick of him unintentionally controlling your life. "fuck off , Akaza" you groan, opening your eyes. and as the saying goes, speak of the devil and he shall appear. you jump and squeal when he suddenly appears next to you, the height difference increasing as he isn't sitting down. "what the Fuck." you say, trying to get your blade, but stopping when he just laughs. it's soft, and you decide to just give up. he notices your lack of reaction, and sits next to you on the ground. at this point you were both at eye level, and you felt embarrassed that you needed a rock to reach his eyes while sitting. he doesn't know what to say, and neither do you, your interactions were only your attempts to kill him, and him trying to avoid your strikes. you break the silence. "why are you here." and he hears your voice differently for the first time. rasps he's gotten used to aren't there, and it lacks loudness. it's silky, and it pricks at his skin. he can admire you now, he thinks, and he savors every second. he decides to respond truthfully. "i want to know your name." you gasp, its almost ghostly sounding, but he catches on. you feel regret fill your mouth the same way saliva does before you vomit, but instead it's for being happy about a demon asking for your name, and the acidity soon to come is you giving it to him. you contemplate it, and you face him, his breath hitches at finally seeing your relaxed face. your crazy wild eyes are now sharp and gleam the same way gold would, your mouth isn't in a tight frown but instead a slight smile, he assumes it's how it naturally falls. you open your mouth to speak, before your brows furrow, an expression he's gotten used to. "you don't need it." you state. your tone is firm and a familiar coldness returns to it. he hums, "but i wan't it" you tilt your neck back, and sigh, 'oh what the hell'. "y/n." your gaze turns to him and he feels his blood rush, he hates how you easily put him in a trance. "i wan't to kill you." you say boldly, and he lets out a laugh before he realizes your serious. "do you even hear yourself?" and he laughs again. you grab your blade and stab it into his heart, a hit that would have killed anybody normal. "loud and clear, uppermoon three." and he gets goosebumps from your voice. Akaza decides to humor you, and grabs your blade to throw it at you, knowing you would easily avoid it. he sees excitement in your face and smiles at it, it wouldn't hurt to humor you, he just needed to be very careful. Although your skeptical you decide if you die fighting him, people would see it as an honorable death, and it would ease you in your final moments.

Akaza felt guilty. he was there for one reason only. to kill you. it was an order from muzan, and as much as he wanted to remain loyal to the man, he couldn't. "you aren't serving me as efficiently as before, I believe it's the Kinoe." he was right. and it was then when he stated he was to kill her, or he'd kill them both himself. He wasn't going to kill you himself, he was going to have a smaller demon do the work for him, but he wanted to know you, wanted to do what he couldn't do before. He was gravitating toward you, and he wasn't given any room to pull way. He thought it'd be okay to let you spend our last moments doing what you wanted. To fight him.

But the fight turned a different way than he thought.

each sentence you spoke, each sassy remark, you'd made him more intrigued. he found himself wanting to know everything about you, and as the night went on, after you cleanly sliced the lower demons dead and continued to speak as if nothing happened, he felt he was ready to give up his loyalties. he was afraid, you spoke for the entire night and he had to decide to kill you and execute his duties as muzans right hand, or, if he'd die with you. as the sun rose, reminding him the same way an hourglass would, he decides to run. again. but this time, with a promise to see you again. you land one more hit and he trips you, catching your arm before you hurt yourself on a jagged rock. he positions you as you catch your balance, and he holds your blade in his hand, his palm bleeding as he digs it deeper. "you could use more work on your form." he chuckles, and you simply snicker. "i haven't done this fighting style for hundreds of years y'know." he hums, and walks into the forest, he needed an excuse, and a way to hide the night he went through from muzan.

deep shit, you think.

this continues again, and again, until eventually, you know more of Akaza than you do your own family. night after night, saying goodbye when the sun rose. he was able to make it seem like you'd been killed, ofcourse not with his own hands, muzan wouldn't believe it, and you never got in the way of his missions.

it felt wrong, but the way he ignited you pushed you to continue the growing relationship. but you knew deep down, eventually it would slip, and muzan would find out, if not him, then your comrades. but to both you, you stopped minding it.

you were killed, in a torturous way infront of akaza, muzan had found out, and it was one of the moments that made it easier for him to not grow his head back when decapitated. he figured if it was you who he was meeting again, then maybe death was the answer.

funfact! he refused to let you walk with him to hell. he made sure you both wen't separate ways, but once he made it far enough, you ran back to him and you both fell to the depths together.

'you don't belong here.'

'i do. if i was a saint, i would have never met you.'

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #kny #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer fic #demon slayer headcannons #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #akaza #kny akaza #akaza x reader #demon slayer akaza #akaza kimetsu no yaiba #rengoku kyojuro #upper moons #upper moon three #akaza x y/n #akaza x you

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silas-png · 5 months

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did a silly lil drawing of akaza cause i got bored again and the angst is leaving and i just want to draw cartoony stuff rn

#akaza fanart #akaza #upper moon three #upper moon 3 #live laugh love akaza #personally my favorite #i cried during ch 152 #hes so great #yeah #okay ill shut up now

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sayaka-eats-snow · 1 year

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Sweet Dreams: Akaza x reader

-lightly edited, a drabble

It was dark. The moon shone overhead, it's silvery rays cool against your skin. You gripped the wood of the engawa between your fingertips, allowing old chips in its surface to pierce your skin.

How could you let this happen? Everything had been going so well, all it took was a single step over the wrong stones to send you tumbling into an abyss of despair.

"(Y/n)," Akaza took a seat beside you, "what are you doing?" His bright eyes softened upon your face as you turned away with a shake of a head. He didn't need to see the anger leaking into your features, or feel the way your shoulders began to tremble.

It was all so much--too much, really. You just couldn't take the responsibilites piling upon your shoulders. This eternal uphill battle refused to end despite every drop of blood, sweat, and tears poured from your very soul. What more could you contribute until you were only but an empty shell? A hollow being of nothing?

You pushed yourself to the breaking point where only the dead followed in your footsteps. There was no coming back from such mistakes, such wrongdoings. What made Akaza even want to sit beside such a revolting being as you?

"(Y/n)," Akaza scooted a little closer to your side, "are you okay?"

Damn him and his sweet voice and his attentive gaze so focused and gentle. You hated how it made you want to speak and rid yourself of the burdens upon your shoulders. He was too good for you, much too good.

Rain slowly fell from the grey skies, a soft pattern against the roof's tiles. You didn't want to look Akaza in the eye. Not when he asked you that forsaken question. "I'm fine." Your voice cracked painfully and you swallowed the lump building in your throat. "Don't worry about it."

Akaza knew that look on your face and that tone in your voice. It pierced his heart, made him grimace deeply in worry. Anything that bothered you was enough to make even the besr days dark. He didn't want to pry, but he didn't want to leave you alone either. It was in his nature to protect, to wrap you tight and hold you close.

"Come here." Akaza's strong arms engulfed you in his warmth. He rested his cheek against your head and languidly rocked from side to side. "You don't have to talk about it."

Tears blurred your vision. Why were you so blessed with the love of your life? You hated how Akaza was always there by your side, how he offered you his loyalty, his love and attention (his everything). It wasn't fair to have such a beautiful gem when you were so hopeless and pitiful. "Stop it," you cried. "Stop."

Akaza tilted his head to the side. "Stop what?"

The tears fell harder and your shoulders shook with sobs. "Stop being so nice to me!" You tried to suppress your watery tone and the tears running down your cheeks but to no avail. Akaza pulled you closer, a gentle smile on his lips. "Why would I do that?" He stroked your hair, running his hands through your locks as you shook your head.

Oh, gods, why did you have to say that to him? All he wanted to do was help you and you were being an ungrateful brat. "I..." You paused, lip trembling. "I-I'm so-sorry...I'm sorry." Everything was all your fault anyway. You didn't know why you kept failing at everything you did, and maybe, it shouldn't have mattered anyway. Why? It was over now and there was nothing you could do to make amends.

Akaza hushed your sobs and rubbed your back comfortingly. "Don't be sorry," he kissed the crown of your head, "bad week?"

You nodded and he hummed quietly in agreement. "Me too."

Exhaustion pulled at your limbs the harder you cried against Akaza's shoulder. He never let go, nor did he move to pull away. And oh, how could someone be so warm? So caring and sweet?

"You can talk about it," he gently said. "I promise I won't make fun of you, and I won't tell anyone."

You really didn't deserve him. Not in the least. "I...I'm fine, Akaza," --you choked back a sob-- "r-really. I-I'm f-fine..." He tutted and wiped away your tears with his thumb. "Don't lie to yourself like that."

You wanted to say you weren't and insist that nothing was wrong, but with the way he looked at you (so gently, so lovingly), you lost the heart to do so. Little incoherent mumbles ran past your quivering lips whole you lay in his arms.

Nothing was worth explaining your terrible-no-good-bad-week.

Nothing could begin to describe the pain in your heart and the woes that plagued your mind like a storm. When you couldn't speak any longer and wanted nothing more than to sleep everything away, Akaza scooped you into his arms and brought you inside.

The light patter of rain filled the expanse of quiet as he laid you on your futon. Lantern lights flickered across your face like fireflies. You watched with teary eyes in the dark as Akaza laid down next to you and pulled the covers up around you both.

"I love you," Akaza planted a gentle kiss to your lips, "and there is nothing in the world that will change that."

You surrended yourself to him, allowing your tense shoulders to ease while he wrapped you in his hold. You were puty and all he had to do was wipe away your tears and whisper sweet nothings like honey. Fresh tears flowed from your reddened eyes. Through trembling lips, you whispered a broken, "I love you too" into his ear.

Akaza smiled so gently that it made you cry a little harder. He kissed your nose, then the crown of your head and your cheeks before planting a final kiss to your lips.

"Sweet dreams, (Y/n)."

You buried your head against his chest and closed your eyes.

#akaza #akaza fluff #kny fluff #akaza x reader #upper moon three #twelve kizuki #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #self indulgent

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Inked by desire - Akaza x Reader

Warnings: smut w/o plot, modern au, tattoo artist!akaza, dirty talk, vaginal sex Synopsis: despite his professional demeanor, Akaza finds himself unable to resist the temptation and ends up taking you to the back room of his tattoo shop where he passionately claims you as his own

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As you scroll through the numerous tattoo shops online, you come across one with glowing reviews and a stunning portfolio of intricate designs. The name of the tattoo artist is Akaza, and you're immediately drawn to the intricate and beautiful artwork he has created. You decide to book an appointment with him, hoping that he can create something unique and special for you.

Days later, you find yourself standing outside the tattoo shop, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. The sign outside reads "Rampage Ink," and the interior is just as impressive as the website promised. The walls are adorned with examples of Akaza's work, ranging from delicate floral designs to bold, geometric patterns.

As you approach the front desk, a rather tall and imposing man emerges from the back room. He introduces himself as Akaza, his voice deep and smooth.

You feel a shiver run down your spine as he appraises you with a piercing gaze.

Akaza, the artist, is a towering figure, bulky and muscular, with broad shoulders and thick arms that are covered in intricate tattoos that seem to tell a story. His hair is short and black, with the ends dyed a vibrant pink. He wears a tight-fitting black plain t-shirt that hugs his chest and biceps, showing off his impressive physique. His black jeans have a stylish distressed look, with a hole on one knee that adds to his a little edgy appearance. Despite his imposing size, Akaza moves with a surprising grace, his every movement fluid and precise. He carries himself with a confident swagger, a man who knows his own worth and isn't afraid to show it. His piercing gaze seems to penetrate to the very core of a person, and when he speaks, his voice carries a low, rumbling power that commands attention. "Ah, you must be my next appointment," he says, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips. As he approaches you, he can see that you're already nervous. He can't help but notice how exposed you are, with your boobs almost falling out of your tight shirt with a plunging neckline and your legs barely covered by a miniskirt. He can see that you're confident, but he can also see the small details that betray your nervousness. Akaza is used to clients who are nervous or even scared of getting a tattoo, but he can sense that you're particularly on edge. The moment Akaza laid his eyes on you, he felt a surge of possessiveness and desire that he couldn't quite explain. He knew that he wanted you, and that he would have you. "Come with me, and we'll get started on your tattoo."

You follow him to the back room, taking in the dim lighting and the low hum of music in the background.

Akaza gestures to the tattooing bed and asks you to take a seat, his eyes never leaving your face. "Tell me, what kind of design were you thinking of?" he asks, his fingers already starting to trace the lines of your skin.

You can feel the heat of his touch and the way it sends shivers down your spine. You take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. "It's actually my first tattoo, and I was thinking of something floral. But I want it in a place that not everyone can see."

As you describe your vision for the tattoo, Akaza nods along, his face taking on a look of intense concentration. He begins to sketch out the design on a sheet of paper, his movements fluid and precise. "I think the best possible location for this tattoo would be your abdomen," he says, pointing to the area just above your pubic mound. "It's a spot that's easy to hide if you need to, and it's not as sensitive as some other areas, so it shouldn't be too painful," he informs you. As you lay back on the tattooing bed, Akaza orders, "Alright, now lift your shirt and tug your skirt down a little. I need to make sure I can see the pace properly." As he prepares his tattoo gun and positions himself, you stop him abruptly. "Wait, sir," you say, your voice laced with anxiety. "I don't think I can do this…"

Akaza doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to study your face. He sees the fear in your eyes, the way your body tenses up. Akaza sets down the tattoo gun and gestures for you to sit up. "Hey," he whispers, his voice gentle. "It's okay. We can stop if you will want. But if you're up for it, I have an idea that might help." He watches as you bite your lip, waiting patiently for him to share his idea with you, and he can feel his desire grow. He can see that your nipples are hardened, even through the fabric of the shirt you're wearing. It's hot in the studio, but he knows that there is only one reason for that. "I can help you ease some stress," he says with a grin, his eyes lingering on your body. As his fingers deliberately graze your knee, it's evident that the touch is anything but accidental.

You blush at his words, but you can feel your own desire growing. You can see the hunger in his eyes, and it sends shivers down your spine. "I can see the way you're looking at me. It's kind of intense, sir." From the moment your eyes first beheld the figure of Akaza, you knew with utter certainty that he would be the bane of your existence. He exuded an aura of dangerous sensuality that was utterly irresistible, drawing you inexorably toward him with a magnetic force that left you powerless to resist. His piercing gaze seemed to strip away all pretense and lay bare the very essence of your being, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as he leans in closer to you. You can smell his strong cologne, and it's driving you wild. You can feel the heat building between you, and you know that you want him just as much as he wants you.

"I just want you to relax before we start," he utters, his lips brushing against your ear.

You moan softly, unable to resist him any longer. Twirling a strand of hair around your finger with a mischievous glint in your eye, you inquire, "So, Akaza, how do you plan on helping me cope with all this stress?"

Akaza takes your hand.

You hop off the bed and follow him.

The man leads you to the door of another room in the tattoo shop. As he pushes it open, the smell of antiseptic and ink fills your nostrils. The room is bright and spacious, with a large tattooing bed in the center and shelves filled with ink bottles and tattoo equipment lining the walls.

So there you are, kneeling in front of a man whom you hardly know, engulfing his entire length inside your mouth, flicking and circling your tongue around it, utterly intoxicated by the sensation, looking up at him. Akaza's well-endowed member causes discomfort in your mouth, as his size is quite overwhelming. You have one hand resting between your thighs, legs slightly spread. Your fingers are teasing your already slick clit, having pushed your panties aside.

He is fully aware of his impressive size, taking pleasure in the sight of you struggling to handle it. His confidence only grows as he slips his hands into your hair, tugging at it occasionally, while emitting satisfied grunts. Suddenly, he firmly grasps your hair and begins thrusting vigorously, his sole aim being to release his load deep in your throat. The grip of your throat around his manhood is heavenly, so tight that it causes him to let out a throaty moan.

Tears stream down your face as he holds your head in place, your eyes rolling back as he empties himself deep down your throat. Mascara smudges down your cheeks, evidence of your surrender to his desires.

Akaza smirks wryly while looking down at you, his voice filled with a sense of satisfaction as he says, "Swallowed it all like a good slut, huh? You fucking cockslut." His eyes are fixed on you, watching your reaction as his calloused hand caresses your cheek.

Akaza takes hold of your elbow and pulls you up to your feet with a firm grip. Without a chance to catch your breath, he slams you against the mirror and fucks you relentlessly. The glass fogs from his heavy breathing while you moan uncontrollably, gripping his shirt and sobbing in pure ecstasy.

This is the thickest and best cock you've ever had, and it's driving you wild.

He lifts one of your legs, wrapping it around his hip, thrusting harder and faster, filling the room with wet, nasty sounds from your abused pussy. "You're so fucking tight, cunt. You came to me almost uncovered," he muses, his voice low and teasing. "Either you wanted to flaunt yourself or you were seeking to get fucked," Akaza remarks bluntly, his thrusts become sloppier with time.

Your body trembles as you climax and cream on his cock, taking all of his cum inside of you.

As it all comes to an end, he grabs your face with his hand and gives you the sloppiest kiss you've ever experienced. A string of saliva connects your lips when he pulls away. "You really took it all like a good, little whore," Akaza says, smirking at you.

After the intense intercourse with Akaza, you feel a sense of relaxation and contentment wash over you.

Akaza notices this and leads you back to the tattooing bed with a confident stride, ready to continue his artistry. The atmosphere in the room has changed; it is now charged with a quiet intensity and focus. As he prepares his tools, Akaza explains the steps in the tattooing process, his voice low and soothing, as if no passionate events had occurred between the two of you.

As he begins to work on your tattoo, you can feel his hands on your skin. They're strong and skilled. Akaza gives you a warm smile, sensing that you're feeling more at ease now.

You can feel the gentle pressure of the needle on your skin, a sensation that is simultaneously painful and pleasurable. The pain is bearable, and you find yourself relaxing into the rhythm of Akaza's movements. The man's using his expert touch to create the design you've chosen. As he works, he keeps up a steady stream of conversation, asking about your interests and sharing stories from his own life, ever so casually.

It's a distraction that helps take your mind off the pain, and you find yourself relaxing more and more as time goes on. After what had just happened, the slight stings caused by the tattoo gun's needles feels insignificant to you.

It is an easy job for Akaza to finish the tattoo since your mind is still reeling from the pleasure he had given you. Akaza finishes the intricate design with ease, his skilled hands moving fluidly with the tattoo gun.

You feel a slight stings as the needle punctures your skin, but your mind is elsewhere. You can still feel his firm grasp on you, his cock buried deep inside you as you both moaned in ecstasy.

When he's finished, he steps back to admire his work, but he's not just admiring the tattoo - Akaza is admiring you. "You look even more beautiful with the tattoo," he praises, his voice low and seductive. He offers you a discount on the tattoo, still grinning from the intense pleasure you both shared.

You eagerly ask if you can come back in maybe two weeks for another tattoo, and he nods his head, knowing that he has you under his spell. As you leave the shop, you can still feel the aftershocks of pleasure pulsing through your body. You know that you will be back for more, unable to resist the allure of the tattoo artist named Akaza and his skilled hands.

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