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thefiery-phoenix · 1 month

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YANDERE TANJIRO KAMADO HEADCANONS

Don't get fooled by his innocent look because beneath that innocent pure cinnamon roll exterior lies a hidden side, a part of him that's obsessive, possessive and lovestruck to the core along with being completely DELUSIONAL to the point where he doesn't even feel like there's something wrong with his feelings. You need to hand it to him though, he's quite the dedicated one indeed and from the very moment your eyes met, he's already devoted his heart, mind and soul to you, his precious beloved. He views you as a precious innocent angel that needs to be kept safe from the toxicity and darkness of the world and he's more than happy to be your protector and provider

He's actually good at masking his real intentions and yandere tendencies for you. In fact, he hides it so well that people won't even realize from the first look that he's so obsessed and possessive of you but his sister Nezuko knows all about his obsessive feelings of love for you, yet she won't really do anything about it other than encouraging her dear brother to pursue the love of his life. Both siblings are delusional to the core and congratulations, you have his equally possessive and obsessive sister who wants to keep you safe for her brother's sake after you

He takes the role of your caretaker VERY seriously, he does not want your health deteriorating or you suffering from any complications. He's taken the time and liberty of stalking the living HELL out of you and when he found out about your irregular sleep schedule, needless to say he was less than pleased. He realizes you really aren't capable of taking care of yourself which fuels his desire to take care of you even more. He's like a fussy mother hen always concerned and worried for you whenever you get hurt even in the slightest. The other day you accidentally received a paper cut and he was tempted to ensure you stay away from paper completely as he kept fussing about your little cut for hours and hours. He doesn't like seeing you in pain, when you're in pain, he's in pain. He feels like his heart is getting wrenched and someone dug a sharp blade into his heart, as an overwhelming amount of tender love and affections flows for you in his tender heart whenever you get hurt as he comforts you

He loves seeing that bright beautiful smile of yours and wants to ensure your happiness. With him. Where you belong. He'll buy small gifts for you such as your favorite flower, your favorite candy and such and give them to you with a sweet smile on his face, you won't even suspect how long he's stalked you for and how he's managed to find out these things without you ever telling them to him. He's very observant too and notices every single new detail about you. He can probably draw a freaking portrait of you with his eyes closed since he's memorized every inch and every part of your beautiful ethereal heavenly features. HIs mind is occupied with thoughts of you as he dreams about the happy and blissful life you both would have with each other after he brings you home with him and marries you

He's also quite the paranoid yandere, his fear of losing you to someone or losing you in a fight against a demon would send his concern and worry for you into overdrive and he feels the need to take you 'home' as in kidnap you, sooner than expected. Whatever do you want to be a Hashira for? There's no need for you to fight against those dangerous demons when he's around to take care of you and protect you. Your safety is of the utmost importance to him and that is something he will NOT compromise on at any cost. He admires your bravery and strength to save people but he doesn't want you facing the risk of you losing your life in the process. At times he might have to even keep you in the dark regarding a few missions but it's all for your own good in his opinion

He's good at masking his true intentions and feelings when he's around you and other people. He might look calm and friendly and collected on the outside when you're speaking to your so called friends but he's SEETHING inside as he has a fake plastered smile on his face. His hand is just ITCHING to slap your friend and throttle them for daring to steal your attention away from him, he feels like they're doing it deliberately just to drive a wedge and distance you from him. Deep down he's slightly worried that your friend might charm you too much and steal you away from him which is something he cannot allow to happen. He might not resort to killing the person off, but the next time there's a demon around the area, Tanjiro might not be able to save your 'friend' in time. Of course you wouldn't know that he's also asked the demon to TARGET your friend but that's a different story altogether. The only person he trusts to be around you is Nezuko

His love for you is like a passionate growing flame and your every touch is like a drug he can't get enough of. He needs you, he wants you. He needs you in a way like a drowning man needing air, he feels like he wouldn't be able to live without you. His family was killed by Muzan and he can't afford to let you fall in danger as well, he can't lose you. You're his world, the light of his life, his SOULMATE. His feelings for you would just keep getting worse and worse and finally it would lead to him ending up kidnapping you at some point in the night when you're asleep in your house. You'll wake up in Tanjiro's house on a bed with Nezuko looking at you with a curious look as she lets out a happy noise that you're awake and she'll alert her brother. "Oh, good morning darling, how did you sleep?" asked Tanjiro as you stared at him and blinked in disbelief, unable to comprehend what the hell was even going on at the moment. When you asked Tanjiro what was going on, he just let out a soft smile and told you the truth of how he took you in the night for himself and how he was going to protect you. Please don't scream or cry, he'll feel sad and he feels a sharp pang of hurt in his chest to see you upset. He doesn't like seeing you sad. He knows it's a big change and you'll need some time to adjust, he's understanding and willing to let you take as much time as you need to adjust to your new life and your new home with him and his sister. But one thing is for sure, he does NOT feel guilty at all, not even a single ounce of remorse because the way he sees it, he's keeping you safe. He's protecting you, that's what he tells himself every time and that opinion of his clouded his sense of rationality. Is it so wrong to protect someone you love?

There's no point in escaping from him, he'll just track you down and bring you back to the house. Scream, cry and insult him as much as you want, he'll just put you down on the couch and check you for injuries. He feels like the reason you ran away from him is because you didn't feel loved enough from him and he didn't shower you with love before but don't worry, he'll smother you with his affection now and cling to you like moss below a rock you'll barely have any time for yourself. Nezuko might like your head pats and likes hugging you but she wants her brother to be happy too which is why she'll side with him no matter what and prevent any means of you escaping from them. She likes it when you braid her hair and Tanjiro has a soft smile when he sees you and his sister interact with each other which is an adorable scene in his eyes

You're not to step into the kitchen for cooking either, the house is most probably baby proofed as well. He just doesn't want you getting hurt, the kitchen is a dangerous place, he doesn't want you cutting yourself accidentally with one of those sharp knives or burning yourself with the stove. He'll cook for you instead, you don't need to lift a finger when you're with him. Just let him take care of you and spoil you

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raysrays · 2 months

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Crimson Guardian NSFW

Kyojuro Rengoku x Wife! Reader

18+ MDNI!🚫

CW: NSFW Content, minor angst, controlling/manipulating behavior, fluff-ish.

Y/N POV

Scenario : You've recently married into the respected Rengoku family, and while you continue your work as a demon slayer, life starts to get a bit messy. Balancing your duties becomes a real challenge as you navigate the challenges of married life. You find yourself having to make tough choices just to keep your husband happy, all while debating to stay true to yourself and your calling as a demon slayer.

Marriage. Truly one of the most beautiful milestones a couple can achieve. Marrying Kyojuro has undoubtedly been my greatest accomplishment.

I still remember it vividly, as if it were yesterday. Surrounded by friends, family, and core members, we pledged our lives to each other. Though it wasn't the most glamorous wedding ever seen, it was enough. Because really, all I've ever wanted was Kyojuro, and now, finally, I have him.

For the first few months, our marriage was nothing short of perfect. I moved into the Rengoku estate with Kyojuro's family, assisting Shenjuro with chores and gradually trying to get closer to Shinjuro. Though I'm not sure how successful I was.

It was only six months in that I realized being a demon slayer and a wife wasn't as easy as I thought.

Before our relationship, I was Kyojuro's Tsuguko. He was simply my mentor, and I trained hard under him to get myself where I am today. It was later down the road that we noticed each other's lingering gazes, the occasional flirting, and all the other subtle hints of wanting to be more.

Kyojuro was strong, and I knew he wanted a family, but I simply wasn't ready to give up training and my duties as a demon slayer just yet.

Every day, after helping out around the estate, I would hike over to HQ and pick up where I had left off the previous day, training until the late hours of the night. I would often come home exhausted, which usually caused Kyojuro to worry. As much as I reassured him, he never seemed fully convinced.

Now, here I was, sitting at the dinner table with Kyo across from me. It was a rare occasion for us to eat alone together like this. We made small talk about our day and training, and then he finally stopped eating and put his silverware down.

"Little Flame, I think it’s time we have a serious discussion about the way things have been as of late,” his usual happy smile seemed almost nervous.

I set my spoon down on my plate, giving him my full attention.

“Yes? What is it?”

“Sunflower, you have been working so hard as of late, and it’s quite admirable. I truly admire your dedication to the demon slayer corps and your training!”

“But…?” I ask, confused.

“But… since our marriage, I’ve found myself in constant worry over you. Every time you go on a mission without me, I have to painfully wait for your return. Not knowing whether or not you'd be injured or even-“

“Dead?” I finish.

I saw his body tense up at the word.

“Yes, my love. Dead. I cannot even bear the thought of you never returning to me. It pains me to my core,” he seemed so sad, so worried about me.

I know Kyojuro, I know he didn’t mean anything bad by what he was saying. However, I felt almost offended. He too was a slayer, a hashira. I also had to deal with the fear of him returning with serious injuries or even never returning at all.

Did he believe me to be incapable of protecting myself? He was the very one who trained me. Even though I knew Kyojuro was strong, much stronger than me, it just felt like he lacked faith in me.

“You don’t think I’m strong enough anymore? Do you think marriage has made me soft?” I realized I might have come off a little too harsh, but my emotions were getting the best of me.

His expression seemed surprised, but I could tell. While he may not have used those words, that was definitely the gist of it.

I watched him get up from his place at the table and walk over to me. He pulled my chair out from under the table, then grabbed my hands and kneeled down in front of me.

His big, bright eyes were now staring up at me.

“You are one of the strongest people I know, my love. I know how capable you are, but please remember…”

He brought my hands to his lips, kissing them softly.

“You are my wife before you are a demon slayer. I cannot risk sending you off only for you to never return.”

I could practically hear the desperation and love in his voice.

Kyojuro wasn’t someone who would usually discourage anyone from pursuing something they're passionate about. So if he was now, I knew that it’s something he’s been internally battling with for a while.

“What about you? Is it not the same? What about my worry? What if you never come home to me?” I could feel my face start to heat up. Everything he was saying seemed to come from genuine care, but it felt so hypocritical.

“I am a Hashira, my little flame. I have a certain responsibility you do not have to burden yourself with. I shall retire soon, in just a few years. So please…”

There’s no way he’d ask me-

“Please retire your sword, Y/N. Please stay home for me. Please allow my heart to rest easy knowing you'll be here waiting for me whenever I shall return,” his voice was pleading.

I felt so conflicted. I’d worked so hard. All of these years of training to hopefully become a high-ranking swordsman myself. However, at the same time, I never stopped to consider my romantic life and how being married would affect things.

We both sat there in silence for a few moments, and I finally rose up from the chair, pulling him up off his knees along with me.

I looked up at him, reaching my hand up to rest on his cheek.

“Kyojuro, you are the only one I would retire my sword for. So please promise me, promise me you will always come home to me. Until the day you yourself retire.”

“I promise you, Sunflower. As long as I know you are safe and waiting for me, there is no demon that could ever keep me away.”

I felt his hand on my lower back and the other holding up my chin.

We both leaned in, our lips meeting in a tender kiss.

This kiss started so gently, so lovingly at first. As we pulled away for just a moment, staring into each other’s eyes, we realized how long it had been since we really enjoyed each other’s company.

After that, the kiss only grew hotter and more passionate.

Kyojuro swept me off my feet and carried me straight to our shared room at the back of the estate, the most private spot. It seemed fitting for newlyweds, after all.

As he gently laid me back on the soft futon, I couldn't help but stay focused on him. Kyojuro was simply beautiful. His hair, his eyes, his body, everything about him looked like he was perfectly sculpted.

My admiration was interrupted as I felt him begin to kiss me again. One of his hands traveling to my breasts, gently squeezing it.

The other massaging my thigh.

I feel him pull away from me starting to kiss on my neck traveling all the way down to my chest.

Kyojuro had always known my weak points and how to make me say yes to his every request. He knew my body just as well as I did, and now he was taking full advantage of that knowledge.

I could feel him pressing against me as he moved his hand down my body, lightly touching me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me, wanting more.

Then I heard, Kyojuro's soft voice whisper these words, almost as a demand. "Enjoy this little flame, you've kept me waiting far too long.”

As soon as those words left his lips, I felt myself begin to relax. His movements were so gentle, so careful, so loving.

His fingers trailed down my sides, sending chills through my body. His hands went back up and caressed my neck, making me tremble. He kissed me once more, and I melted into him.

It was as if he had cast a spell over me, and all I could do was obey him. He was completely in control of me.

After a moment, I felt him move back down and remove my underwear, revealing my already wet entrance. His hand slid between my thighs, and I couldn't help but let out a moan as his finger slipped inside me. He was gentle at first, just barely grazing me, but it felt incredible.

"Is this okay?" he asked softly, his breath hot against my ear.

I nodded but I could tell that wasn’t enough for him.

“Use your words my love.” He demanded sweetly.

“Yes Kyo, it’s perfect.” I said, my voice trembling.

He leaned down and kissed my lips before pulling back again, smiling at me.

"I want to be inside of you," he whispered, his voice filled with desire.

"Please," I begged.

He removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock, his tip rubbing against my clit.

"Good girl," he whispered, thrusting into me.

I threw back my head, arching my back and digging my nails into his shoulders. His movements were slow and deep at first and then they became faster and harder, and soon my whole body began to shake. I couldn't stop the moans from escaping my lips, and I couldn't help but beg for more.

When he starts to speed up I know we are both about to reach our limit.

I feel his fingers interlock with mine and his lips pressing against mine again, but this time, he wasn’t just kissing me, he was also letting his teeth graze my bottom lip.

He was biting down hard enough to draw blood.

We were both so close and we were both trying to hold back but we couldn’t anymore. We were finally going to let ourselves release.

I was the first one to let myself go, arching my back as I moaned his name.

Then he followed not too far behind.

After he finishes, we just lay there for a bit catching our breath.

“I love you, Y/N,” he finally breathed out, turning his head to look at me.

I turned to face him as well. “I love you, Kyojuro.”

After that, the two of us drifted off in each other's arms for the rest of the night.

The next morning when I awoke, I was still trapped wrapped in Kyojuro's arms.

After a bit of struggling, I managed to maneuver my way out and make it to the kitchen.

There I saw Senjuro, who was already preparing breakfast for everyone.

“Good morning, Sen,” I greeted with a yawn.

“Oh, good morning, Y/N!”

“I'm almost finished with breakfast. Is my brother awake yet?”

“He should be awake soon. We both have to see Master Kagaya today,” I said, rubbing my eyes.

He stopped to turn and look at me.

“Did something bad happen?” he asked nervously.

Poor Senjuro always assumes the absolute worst in every situation. Well, I suppose in this case it’s somewhat understandable.

“No, Sen, nothing's wrong. Kyojuro and I are just going to inform Master Kagaya of my retirement. That’s all.”

He gave a puzzled look.

“Retirement? Why? Haven’t you been training for years to improve your sword skills to move up in the ranks?” he asked.

He was right. I know I shouldn’t go back on my word to Kyojuro, but I really was having second thoughts about my decision.

Senjuro could probably sense my doubt because his next response was:

"If this is something that you're not sure of, then you shouldn't do it. If you have doubts about this decision, then maybe you're not ready for retirement just yet."

His words really struck a chord with me.

Maybe he was right.

Before I could ponder that any further, Kyojuro had made his way into the kitchen.

"Good morning! How are my two favorite people doing?" he said cheerfully.

I smiled.

"Morning, Kyo. Did you sleep well?"

"I did, actually. Thank you, little flame," he walked over to me, giving me a kiss.

I could feel my chest tightening, nervous about what was to come.

The whole time at breakfast, I felt so spaced out. All I could hear was Kyojuro and Senjuro talking and the occasional grunt from Shinjuro drinking away at the table.

“Sunflower? Are you okay?”

I was snapped out of my daze by Kyojuro waving a hand in front of my face. All three of them were staring at me, kind of concerned.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry.”

I shook my head a little and looked down at my plate. I felt bad for Senjuro going through all that trouble to cook, but I simply couldn’t eat right now.

After we finished breakfast, Kyojuro and I headed out.

The thought that this would be the last time wearing my uniform with my sword by my side was so weird and almost uncomfortable to me.

I knew that this day would come eventually, but I always hoped in the back of my mind that Kyojuro would be the one to retire before me.

I had been so focused on training and my duties as a demon slayer that it had never even occurred to me how my marriage would affect everything.

I was now a wife. My first priority should be the estate, and helping Shinjuro while he was in his state of grief, and being there for Senjuro as well.

It wouldn’t be right of me to go against my husband's wishes either. Especially after the intimate moment we shared. Right?

As we made it to HQ waiting to speak with the master I felt my heartbeat racing inside of me.

The room was quiet, I could feel Kyojuro’s eyes lingering on me but I couldn’t bring myself to face him right now.

Both mine and Kyojuro’s attention was shifted as we heard the door open and Master Kagaya entered the room.

"Rengoku, Y/N. It's a pleasure to see you both," Kagaya said, his face as warm as ever.

"It's wonderful to see you too, Master," I replied.

"So what brings you two here? It seems urgent, judging by the fact that you came in so early."

"It is very urgent," Kyojuro began.

He then proceeded to explain our conversation from the night before, and how I was considering retiring.

"Y/N, this is a big decision, and it's important that you feel comfortable and confident in it. Do you think you can fully retire, knowing you won't be able to assist the demon slayers as you are now?" Kagaya asked.

I looked at the master and then glanced at Kyojuro. He seemed so proud and happy that we were here. I could feel the warmth radiating from him.

But, I could also sense the worry in his expression. He was nervous, scared almost.

I couldn't do that to him.

"Master, I've spent most of my life training for the opportunity to become a hashira. To serve the demon slayer corps and protect those who cannot protect themselves. But...I'm no longer just a demon slayer. I'm also a wife, and as such, I think it's only right that I focus on that," I answered.

The room fell silent for a moment.

"If you truly feel this is the right choice, then we support you, Y/N," Kagaya finally spoke.

"Thank you, Master," I bowed.

"Thank you so much, Master! I will never

forget your kindness!" Kyojuro bowed as well.

The two of us left the room and started to head out.

As we exited, we ran into a few of the other Hashira, who asked us about what we had gone to see Master Kagaya about.

They too seemed surprised and a little concerned when Kyojuro explained to them that I would be retiring so soon.

I could tell some of their reactions to the news annoyed Kyojuro. Shinobu used the word “controlling,” and you could see his smile almost falter.

"Controlling" was never a word I would have used to describe my husband. He just loves me, right? He wants to protect me. There's no way my sweet and kind Kyo would ever do anything to control or manipulate me.

Right?

Part Two

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mayullla · 10 months

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Title: Little Sunshine! (Part 2)

Characters: Mainly Akaza with Douma (/Doma) at the end! (Demon Slayer)

Summary: You were taken into the Paradise Faith cult with Kotoha (Inosuke's mother.) And Douma became rather fond of you like he did with Kotoha. When Kotoha ran away, she had no choice but to leave you behind as Douma hid the truth away from you. After becoming a demon you slept for a year and finally woke up again.

Warnings/tags: Platonic yandere, fem!child!reader, reader recently got turned into a demon and just woke up

Note: Part 1 is here!

Akaza didn't know when or why he started to become so attached to you. When he was forced to come to Douma's cult to tell that damn demon some news about the demon slayers, he wanted to keep the time there at the minimum.

That was where he met you.

You were alone in the middle of the garden, looking everywhere, confused and tired. He thought you were a human child at first but had to take a second glance when he realized that you were a demon.

He wondered if it was a joke, a demon art of some demon that could turn into a kid. Yet when he saw your eyes, it was clear that you were not a trap made by some weak demon. You looked at him with no fear but with curiosity and wonder. An innocence that was not supposed to be in a demon yet there...

You took a step towards him when your leg suddenly lost energy and started to fall. You thought you would hit the floor, face first into the dirt, but that never happened when the collar of your sleeping robe was grabbed by the mysterious man who was once on top of the wall.

Looking up at him, you saw the man confused face, surprised at his own actions. "Thank you, mister!" You said, returning to looking down to the floor, your feet not quite reaching as you made a kicking motion.

He let you down after a pause, but before Akaza could leave, you started asking him questions. Asking if he knew where Douma was? "How do you know that guy?" Akaza asked curiously at you. You pouted at him as he didn't answer your questions. "I live here! Douma-sama had let me stay!" You told him flapping your shoulders' sleeves.

Somehow, everything clicked in an instant when he realized who you were. He suddenly remembered that long ago, Douma had asked Muzan if he could turn a small kid into a demon a year or two ago.

You were probably the child that he had turned into a demon.

Akaza snapped back into reality when he felt his pants being tugged, looking down to see you holding him, wondering why he wasn't saying anything.

"Mister, are you okay?" You asked curiously. Giving you a grunt, you took it as a sign that he was okay and smiled at him. Watching that smile, it was strange if not weird almost to see it in a demon. Most demons have malicious intent, as most have killed or done things that were morally wrong, even if they haven't by now the smell of blood should linger on their skin. Demons can't eat food anymore to survive.

They needed blood.

Yet here you were. He barely could smell any of it from you. He wondered if this was the first time this ever happened. Why were you even here, Akaza thought to himself as he unconsciously patted your head.

When you giggled, the innocent sounds made him uneasy.

"Mister, play with me!" You called out to him, raising your arms. "Up! Up!" You told him. Akaza blinked again in surprise when he saw you asking him such a thing. Never in his life after becoming a demon did someone ask him to play like this. Most human kids run away either because they already know that he was a demon or they witness him kill someone.

However, you refuse to let your hands down and continue to stare at him. He wondered if you couldn't feel it at all, the difference in rank between him and you. Most demons can't even look at him in the eyes. Yet it seems that you didn't care as you approached him again one step and then suddenly lost strength again, staggering as you thought that you would fall again.

Akaza caught you... again. Why did he do that??

Bring you up to eye level, holding you by the collar Akaza examined you as if you were some foreign alien. You looked at him again and smiled as he wondered why you are so weird?!

Reaching out to him again, you motioned that you want to get on his shoulders.

"... Fine... Just this once." Following your instructions hesitantly as he placed you on his shoulders, holding your legs as you held on his hair. You giggled as you started pointing him in directions to head to, "Go there, Mister! Go there!"

It was so awkward for him as he followed your childish demands, wondering why he was even listening to them. Walking over to trees, you touched the branches that were far too high for you to reach before and beamed at him with self-pride. "I am so tall!" You laughed.

The more the two of you played under the moonlight, the more relaxed Akaza started to become. When was the last time he played like this when he was relaxed with almost no care in the world? He smiled as you showed off to him that you were taller than him when both of you knew that he was carrying you which made you tall.

And Akaza... maybe in a way, wanted to show his powers to you. He thought it would be a fun idea really.

You gasped in surprise when he jumped, the wind on your hair, as you guys reach so high over 3-story buildings up. This was your first time seeing up so high. You shouted in awe and excitement as the both of you landed on the roof of a building. You raved on and on about how cool that was and that Akaza was amazing, with so much respect in your eyes begging him to do it again.

You don't know how long you played with Akaza, jumping higher and higher up in the sky, and you looked at the world around you under the night sky. You didn't know when you fell asleep again, a smile on your lips hugging Akaza's neck as he held you in his arms.

Akaza looked at you in wonder, wondering why you were a demon yet so amazed by what Akaza thought was normal as a demon.

But right now wasn't the time.

"You can show yourself now." Akaza didn't turn around to face Douma. He knew for a long time when the guy showed up but would rather focus on you to really care for the man.

"Ah, Akaza-donno, thank you for taking care of her. She has been sleeping for a while now and must have been so confused to wake alone like this. It is such a shame that I wasn't by her side." Douma walked towards you, his eyes on your hair, your face hidden by Akaza's neck softly snoring away, unable to notice the two demons looking at you.

"She didn't notice anything... she is weak." Akaza stated he could not smell, not even a scent of blood other than Muzan and Douma's in you. In his mind, it was obvious that Douma had been staving you for so long now.

"She has been sleeping for over a year now after her transformation to a demon. The poor little girl refused to drink blood when her senses were telling her to do so. I had an amazing meal prepared just for her, too, that time." Douma smiled, his eyes on you slowly turning to the one holding you. "Thank you for caring for her but I will take it over from her-"

Douma's hand that was reaching out for you suddenly exploded into bits and pieces, spraying blood and flesh. His eyes still smiling as he stared at Akaza showed no emotions of annoyance or anger.

But you could see a small vein on the side of his temple.

Akaza didn't want to give you back to Douma. He didn't want to give you to this sick bastard because Akaza knew that he would break you. And as a demon now, this pain can be forever. Rather than with Douma, Akaza knew you would be father better off with him.

He would not let you go, not like this.

Note: Hope you liked it! Have a nice day guys~

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yandere-daydreams · 1 year

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Title: Infestation.

Written for a lovely anonymous commissioner.

Pairing: Yandere!Gyutaro x Reader (Demon Slayer).

Word Count: 3.5k.

TW: Modern AU, Implied Non//Con, Long-Term Stalking, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Voyueristic Themes, Blood/Bruising, and Mentions of Cannibalism.

You only got to tour the apartment once before you signed the lease.

A ‘realtor’ with piercing eyes and silver hair met you at the door twenty minutes late with a heavy ring of keys in one hand and a disposable cup from an upscale coffee-chain in the other, muttering something about traffic as she let you into the dank, dark space. She explained, as she shoved open creaking doors and tried her best to clear the dust off neglected furniture, that her uncle owned the building, that she and her brother had stayed here for a while before she found another place on the other side of town. You asked if her family was close-nit, and she looked away, mumbling ‘something like that’ under her breath. You asked if she did this kind of thing for her uncle often, and she gave you a strange look and didn’t answer. You didn’t have the courage to press the topic. She had the kind of presence that made you want to shrink into yourself, to agree with everything she said and do anything and everything you could not to get on her nerves. If, at any point, she’d put a contract in front of you and told you to sign on the dotted line, you probably would’ve done it. If the apartment hadn’t been in the state it was, you probably would’ve asked her for it yourself, just to try and get on her good side.

The space itself was, somehow, even worse than the listing had made it out to be. The lights flickered, the walls were water-stained, and you couldn’t fully open the fridge door without lodging the handle against the cabinets on the opposite side of the kitchen. If you hadn’t been so desperate, you might’ve walked out in the first fifteen minutes, but you were, so you held your tongue and nodded along and let her sit you down in front of a manilla folder, already plotting out how you’d politely refuse and thank her for her time and beg the owner of the studio a few blocks north to give you another chance. That was what you thought you were going to do, at least, until you saw the rent.

“That’s… not what it was on the listing,” you muttered.

“That’s the rate. Take it or leave it.”

“Without utilities?”

“With. But you’re on your own if you want cable.”

“When would I be able to move in?”

“If you can get me out of here in an hour or less, whenever the hell you want.”

You signed everything she put in front of you, barely bothering to pretend to read the countless forms. She left you the keys, apologized for how loud the other tenants could be (something that must’ve changed since she moved out, you guessed – the entire floor was dead quiet), and in two days, your former roommates had sent you off with a tearful goodbye and, for the first time in longer than you could remember, you finally had room to breathe. A musky, beige room that you were pretty sure you’d have to have fumed sooner or later, but still – room to breathe.

And you were thankful for it. At first, at least, you were thankful for it.

And then, three months in, things started to go missing.

Which wasn’t that bad, on its own. You’d lost things before, and you weren’t the kind of person who’d break out the salt and thyme the first time one of your socks went missing, or you couldn’t find a pen you just seen a few days ago, or a mug you could’ve sworn you’d left on your bedside table the night before somehow made its way to your kitchen counter by the next morning, its contents drained but its clay handle still warm. You took it in stride. You laughed and smiled as you told your friends about the soft creaking you would sometimes hear coming from just behind drywall, the creepy stains on the bathroom floor that just barely look like dried blood when you squint, and you ignored what you couldn’t brush off so easily, kept the hours you spent lying awake at night because you just can’t shake the feeling of unblinking eyes prying into your flesh, the bruises and cuts you’ve decided to blame on thin mattresses and sharp corners to yourself.

You didn’t tell anyone when your missing things started reappearing, either.

Not that you really could. You didn’t know how you’d start to explain the cold feeling of dread that knotted in your chest as you lingered in the doorway to your bedroom, how to laugh as you told someone, anyone about the tattered remains of a shirt you hadn’t seen in weeks that were currently spread across your bed – all ripped to shreds and stained with the same chalky, white substance you couldn’t bring yourself to give a name to. It was all you could do to stare at the mess from a distance, biting the inside of your cheek as you tried to ignore the bitter taste rising up from the back of your throat. Your closest neighbor was two floors down, and you’d only spoken a handful of words to the building’s other occupants as a whole, but still, half-formed fears of faceless stalkers and angered spirits gnawed at the back of your mind. It was probably--

Mice, you decided. It was probably mice. You didn’t know what an infestation looked like, never had to deal with one before, but for what you were paying for a place like this, there were bound to be mice. That’s all it could’ve been. Cute, harmless mice.

Still, you never found it in yourself to tell anyone about your little infestation.

And then, seven months in, the realtor let herself into your apartment.

It was a small miracle that you’d been awake at the time, that you were buried in a small mountain’s worth of blankets on your worn-out couch, reading some mindless contemporary romance when you heard the lock click, when you saw the same young woman who’d shown you around that first day step over the threshold – her expression one of mild annoyance and more than a trace of exasperation. She didn’t seem to notice you, not at first, not until you cleared your throat, sitting up in a half-hearted effort to make yourself more presentable. You tried to think of something to say, to ask if there was an emergency, but instead, made that much meeker and that much smaller by her aura alone, you just found yourself mumbling, “Can I help you?”

Her eyes widened as she shot to face you, her shock apparent. “You’re still here?”

“…yes?” Were you not supposed to be? You weren’t sure how long your lease was supposed to last, hadn’t talked to the landlord beyond a single, minute-long call when you first signed on. You’d been paying your rent, but still, there might’ve been a notice that you missed, a clause that’d slipped your mind. You didn’t know why the landlord would choose to address that by asking his niece to barge into your apartment in the middle of the night, but the panic remained. “Is something wrong?”

Her lips quirked, something coming across her features that you weren’t able to read in the dim light. “You’ve been away, though, right? On vacation? Staying at a friend’s house?”

“No, I… Was I supposed to be?” You pushed yourself to your feet. “Is there something wrong with the building?”

“The building’s not the fucking problem,” she snapped. You recoiled, but she didn’t seem to care, just letting out an irritated groan as she went on. “He knows he’s not supposed to take this long. Muzan’s going to be—” She cut herself off, throwing her head back and rubbing her temples. She clenched her eyes shut, and only when she opened them again did she seem to notice your discomfort, your muted distress. Just as quickly as she lost her composure, she regained it, her sneer softening into a small smile and her posture straightening until she looked not like a woman who’d walked into someone else’s apartment with no warning or explanation, but a passing acquaintance you’d been the one to approach and who was simply too polite to tell you that she had better places to be. “My apologies for the disturbance. I’ll make sure to call ahead, next time.”

She waited for you to nod, to pretend you knew what she was talking about before starting back toward the door, leaving just as suddenly as she’d come. Without giving yourself time to think, you rushed after her, leaning against the doorframe. You couldn’t imagine how she’d gotten here. The lights hadn’t worked since the day you moved in, and the hallway was as pitch-black and as endless as it’d ever been. “Wait!” She glanced over her shoulder, her smile already strained. You drew back, but forced yourself to go on. “It’s not a big deal, but I think this building might have a rat problem.”

She took a moment to respond.

Finally, as her grin broadened, she said, “There aren’t any rats.”

That night, you woke up screaming, covered in your own blood, and missing a piece of your thigh.

And then, a year after you first set foot in that godforsaken apartment, you met him.

‘Met’ might’ve been the wrong word. It implied something soft, something cute, something harmless – like mice or ghost stories or miscommunications. From the moment you snapped awake, a searing pain in your shoulder and hot blood already drenching your chest, he was all aggression, all bared teeth and dark eyes and gore-soaked lips curling back into a smile just as sickening as that of the woman who had to be his sister, if only because you couldn’t bring yourself to believe that your misery extended beyond the reach of their fucked-up family.

You couldn’t bring yourself to believe this was happening at all, but if you had to, you were going to tell yourself you had someone, other than yourself, to blame.

He was on top of you, straddling your waist, one hand planted next to your head and the other curled loosely around your throat, his palm pressing the delicate junction between your windpipe and diaphragm, making it difficult to manage anything but quick, shallow breaths. He’d never been this close before. You’d seen him out of the corner of your eye, occasionally – little, half-remembered blurs in the darkness; distorted splotches you’d tried to write off as depressions in the drywall or a trick of your own paranoia-ridden mind – but never like this, never close enough to see the muddled whites of his eyes, the pale grey tenor of his skin, the sharpened points of his teeth where your blood didn’t quite blot them out. On instinct, you tried to sit up, to bolt from underneath him, but he only had to flex his hand where it was wrapped around your neck and you were frozen, not willing to test his patience or your own perseverance. You didn’t know if he was strong enough to snap your neck, but he’d already proven that he could tear you apart. If he hadn’t already decided he was going to eat you alive, you’d rather not do anything to put the idea in his head.

You did what you could to go limp, to seem as small and unimposing as possible, and yet, he still let out a breathy chuckle as he shoved you downward – until your back was flat against the mattress and he was allowed to hover as far above you as possible, casting himself as something endlessly strong and impossible to grasp and impossible to escape as anything else that lurked in the dark.

“Easy, now. Wouldn’t want to get yourself hurt, would ya?” His voice was as terrible as the rest of him, raspy and barely audible yet dripping with corrosive, acidic arrogance at the same time. “It’d be a shame if you made be bruise that pretty skin. Loses some of its flavor if you beat it up too much.”

So he was going to eat you. You couldn’t pretend to be surprised, couldn’t say a nightmare featuring fanged monsters with hungry mouths hadn’t accompanied every new missing chunk of flesh and discolored bitemark, but your breath still hitched in your throat, your body going tense beneath him. Your distress was muted, but not subtle enough to escape his prying eyes. His grin widened, the corners of his lips cracking and splitting open. “You scared, little mouse?”

You hesitated, thinking for a moment before nodding. There was a bark of a laugh, a row of blunt nails burrowed into the space just below your jugular. “What do you think I’m going to do to you?” He asked, arching his back and leaning toward you, coming close enough for the tips of his messy hair to brush against your skin. “Tear you apart? Gut you and keep your hollowed-out husk as a trophy?”

There wasn’t a delay, this time. It was all you could do to wait until he’d finished to spit out the one thing you couldn’t seem to get off your mind. “Eat me.”

There was a long pause, agonizing and infinite.

Then, something sparked behind his eyes, and his smile took on a sickening lilt.

You could practically hear your heart beating out of your check, feel something deep in your chest twist and writhe as he dipped even lower; his face soon buried in the small of your neck. His hand fell away, drifting lower – his fingertips skirting over your side, groping softly at your hip before drifting to your wrist, to your hand. There was a clumsy attempt made to intertwine his fingers with yours, not helped by your own unchallenged immobility, but eventually, he managed to take your hand in his own. His skin was cold to the touch, and yet, you still felt like you were burning wherever his body pressed against yours. “No, no, I’m not gonna do anything to hurt ya. Not that badly, at least.” His voice lightened, his drawl softening around the edges. Like he was trying to calm you down. Like he thought anything he said could possibly calm you down. “I don’t have the stomach to binge like that. The last guy Daki dragged in wasn’t like you. All muscle, no flavor, had to choke down every bite. I would’ve swallowed you whole as soon as you as walked through that door just to get the taste out of my mouth, but you looked so damn cute, all oblivious and shit – I just didn’t have the heart to.”

He straightened his back, but didn’t pull away. Rather, he stayed as close to you as possible, his scarred lips brushing against your neck, then your shoulder, finally settling on your collarbone. He couldn’t be human. You didn’t decide that, you knew it. Nothing human or mortal or natural would have so many scars, or be so pale, or have teeth so sharp – even the gentlest touches violent enough to break the skin. Not that he tried very hard to be gentle. There was the faint feeling of rough lips ghosting over your skin, and then a sharp, sudden piercing sensation; flesh and muscle splitting apart underneath the first hint of pressure. “Not that I didn’t want to,” he muttered, his breath cold against your skin. “Do you know how long it’s been since I had a decent fucking meal? If I had my sister’s self-restraint, I’d already be down to the bones.”

And yet, he didn’t stop himself from latching onto the shallow scrape, his tongue running over your skin as he let out a deep, guttural moan, the sound only slightly stifled by his proximity. You held your breath, clenching your eyes shut as he lapped up the thin trail of blood that flowed outward, over your chest. Visions of hearts torn from chests and pale hands digging through split-open stomachs flitted through your mind, but in the end, he only jerked back was a sharp laugh – more lively than it’d ever been before. There was a certain light to his eyes now, too, a new sense of rejuvenation you almost couldn’t bring yourself to recognize in the same creature who’d stalked you for months, who’d knocked on your walls and watched you at night and given you so many chances to run away, so many chances that you’d been too hopeful and too idiotic to take. You felt him shifting above you, heard your sheets rustle, and you braced yourself, going stiff in preparation for a pointed nail stabbed into your throat, or a skull-crushing blow to your head, or--

Or, for him, it, whatever he was, to kiss you.

You hadn’t known to expect it would be as brutal as it was. What little delicacy, what little gentleness he had was gone. For longer than seemed possible, your world was one of clashing teeth and probing hands and lips pushed against yours with enough force to bruise. You didn’t know whether or not he was trying to scare you, but the gesture was more violent than affectionate – messy and overwhelming and enough to have you on the edge of tears by the time he drew back, panting. He opened his mouth, but you were already talking, words spilling from your lips without reservation. Appeals to ‘please, don’t hurt me’ blurring with an incoherent blend of ‘don’t kill me’ and ‘I’ll do anything’ – anything you could think of, anything that might’ve gotten him to give you the space to breathe. Some of it made sense, most of it didn’t, and all of it seemed to fall on deaf ears.

If he was listening, if he cared, none of it earned anything more than a wry smile, a soft kiss to the top of your head. At that point, you were so desperate, so distressed, you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into it – only whimpering as he hummed gently and drew you upward, until you were the one sitting in his lap, cradled in his arms. It occurred to you, not for the first time, how much bigger his frame was than yours, how small you felt in his arms. Like a bird with an injured wing, unable to fly and trapped in.

Like a mouse, your neck already snapped by the impartial hammer and your body caught in the maw of something much larger and much more dangerous than yourself.

“You’re shaking.” He was laughing, but you were. You couldn’t stop. Your body refused to listen to you, to push him away, to run, but you just couldn’t stop yourself from shivering – trembling violently enough for it to border on convulsions. “What’d I tell you the first time you freaked out, huh?”

That he liked the way you tasted. That he’d been watching you for months. That he’d thought about killing you and, if he got hungry enough, he’d probably think about it again.

You swallowed, willing the knot of dread at the back of your throat to loosen. “That you weren’t going to hurt me.”

“And you don’t think I’d lie to you, do ya?”

It would’ve been kinder if he did, if he pretended to be something remotely human. “I don’t.”

“Because I haven’t, and I’m not. That’d just be a waste, 'specially when I haven’t gotten half of what I want out of ya, yet.” You were dragged away from his chest, poised to face him. You were given a few seconds to stare up at him through the darkness, to try to begin to process what was happening, what he was doing, before a scarred palm was cupping your cheek, before he was kissing you, again – shallowly, fleetingly, before moving upward, pressing his lips against your forehead and dipping back toward your neck.

This time, he wasn’t content just to content just to hold your hand. You could feel his fingertips skirting over your thighs, leaving strips of numbness spreading across whatever he made contact with, making an attempt at delicacy before his attention drifted and his touch grew rougher, his hold bruising, his skin frigid where it pressed against yours. Against your better judgement, you leaned into your paralysis, not returning his bizarre affection, but making no effort to push him away, either. You tried to hold yourself straight, but not stiff, to keep your eyes open and your jaw locked into place, but even your neutrality was enough to encourage him, to spur him forward. You barely had time to brace yourself before you were being shoved downward once again, before you were being pinned against your own thin mattress with enough force for the jutting springs to dig into your back. Again, he was above you, and again, you were powerless beneath him, just as scared as you’d been when he was just a ghost of fear lurking in your peripheral.

“Don’t worry, little mouse.”

Just as helpless as you’d been when you couldn't see the threat at all.

“I’m takin’ care of you, now.”

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Ours to love forever.

Hantengu clones × Fem!Reader [Yandere]

Part two.

Y/N = Your Name

Synopsis: 𝙿𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚌𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝.

Warnings: manipulation, gaslighting(?), BLOOD, eating people (that includes a baby as well, fellas), coddling, isolation, monophobia, stalking, reader is naive and too sweet for her own good (T^T), suffering :D

You were warned.

This morning was rather... peculiar. The weather was pleasant, but the burning sun created a rather tiring atmosphere. At least, that's what happening to the sweet woman doing the groceries. Poor little Y/N doing all this work alone? Everyone saw that she was married. The absolute sweetheart of her village. The sleeves of her kimono indicated she is married. But the question with most is: When? When did dear Y/N marry and who is the lucky man? Well, it's quite complicated.

"Thank you!" Says Y/N before putting in the fruits and vegetables in her wicker basket. Suddenly however, she was approached by one of her male acquaintances whom she hadn't seen in so many months. However, instead of him being greeted by her bright, sweet smile and her infamous warm embrace, he was met with a nervous smile, jumpy body language and distance. "Y/N? What's wrong? It's me, Asuka!" The poor man is already dead, he just doesn't know it. But why is he already dead?

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Far from the average human line of sight, in a near forest, are four interesting individuals. One in a tree in the East, eyeing his woman like a hawk. One in the North, glaring at the man who approached his woman. Another in the West, clearly eyeing the poor man with vitriolic glee. And the final one is in the South, his cold eyes simply scan the man's every movement. In short. Demons. Muzan's demons who had been given permission to keep their human spouse as long as they do what they were ordered to by Muzan. Now, which of Muzan's demons would Muzan himself grant the luxury of keeping anything human related to themselves merely for their own enjoyment? Satisfaction? That type of treatment is very likely to be reserved for an Upper Moon demon. Yes, the Upper Four, Hantengu. The tale of how they met is quite interesting, but right now, neither of the Hantengus seem happy that their woman is being addressed by a man. Hell, even looking is a crime in their demented eyes.

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Meanwhile, the woman tries to run away from the conversation that she had with the poor man. "Hey, wait a minute, listen! Why aren't you writing to your old friend anymore? Did I do something wrong?" Oh how she wanted to tell him that he did nothing wrong. He hadn't done anything in the slightest. But it was the wrath of her husbands she feared. "N... No! You did nothing wrong, I just have places to be! I-I'm sorry!" So Y/N simply rushes away. She had gotten everything she needed anyways. Y/N takes the path that all four of her beyond insane husbands had told her to take and that would be the forest. With a slight anxious gulp, the woman entered the forest, the thick branches and many leaves providing shade and preventing any sunlight from entering. And that's finally when she heard it. The flapping of wings and a shrill cackle. She freezes in her spot, a bit of fear beginning to cloud her mind, but she remains calm knowing that they would never harm her. "Hi..." She instantly flinched and whipped her whole body around where she is met with the face of one of her husbands. Soon enough, the other three join and as usual faster than she can even register her own blinking. "Hello, dears." She greets with a small nervous smile, staring down the large frames of her four inhuman husbands. It's just them in this shaded forest.

"Why are you nervous...?" Aizetsu asks before grabbing her waist and pulling her close to his eerily cold body. "Indeed! Why? We'd never hurt our beloved!" Says Urogi who finally approaches her properly and buries his face into her neck so that he could inhale her scent. The moment seemed sweet until the gruff and vexed voice of none other than Sekido rung out in a painfully calm tone signalling that he was not in the mood for any meaningless excuses. "And would you like to explain who that thing was?" She felt a cold chill run down her spine while being in the arms of Aizetsu, who had an iron grip on her small body, but not nearly enough to cause her any form of discomfort. For a prolonged moment, Y/N said nothing, all that was heard and felt was the rather warm breeze and the sound of the leaves swaying together in a gentle manner. It's almost as if they themselves pity the powerless woman and produce the calming sounds of nature, though when surrounded by such terrifyingly powerful creatures, nature can only do so much. "We just want to know who that man was, sweet thing! He just seemed like someone suspicious for our delicate little lady and we just want to make sure you're safe and sound!" Karaku, who had already snatched the small woman away from Aizetsu and lifted her up in his arms bridal style, said so convincingly, yet there was a clear malicious undertone to his reasoning. His deep emerald eyes with constricted pupils stared straight into hers as if warning her to say something before they force it out of her. His smile unchanging. Sadly, she only thought that this was an extreme form of caring which, lightly put, is.

Feeling his cold chest on her soft cheek and his piercing stare, she had no choice but to speak. She was doing this out of guilt, feeling as if she's being ungrateful for not telling her husbands, who merely want to keep her safe. "He's a simple acquaintance of mine... My friend's friend." Y/N finally answers with a shy smile. Sekido however, did not like the idea of any man or woman even speaking to his wife. Urogi had noticed that Sekido was going to go off and quickly spoke up. Despite that unchanging, mischievous grin, and his joyous personality, he himself found not a hint of amusement in what she said. "Oh, but my songbird, we told you many, many times that no man is allowed to approach, much less even speak to you! You know we're only doing this because of the horrors we've seen humanity cause. We're over two centuries old! We know everything!" The tone of his voice remained the same, but his words express clear dissatisfaction. Now she felt an overwhelming amount of guilt for having disobeyed them. ["Why did I have to speak to him? Am I ungrateful?"] She wondered to herself while bearing an expression of deep shame. ["You disappointed them! They do everything for you and only ask one thing in return!"] The guilt of her simple mistake is causing her to feel cornered, just how they want her to be. Karaku's grin widens at her expression of shame, knowing he and his clone brethren have her wrapped around their fingers. She's so easy to break.

"So why, pray tell, did you speak to that man, Y/N? You know we don't like disobedience and punishment is something all of us wish to avoid. However, it would only be fair for you to understand your mistake..." Aizetsu's, expression had gone from solemn to stern and so had his voice. Y/N on the other hand, accepted that and would let them drag her home so that she could receive her punishment.

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The punishment? Isolation. Which is what brings her here now in the cold, dark room, with only a futon and a candle light. The clones know she fears being alone more than anything. The fear of being in danger with no one to help is what scares her and even when in the comfort of her own home, she needs someone to be there with her. For the first few hours, all went well. She was fine. Until she wasn't. It started off as silent tears and sniffles, before that would turn into crying and eventually, her hitting the door to let her out. "I'm sorry! I promise I'll never talk to any man again! Please let me out! Please!" Her fearful sobs would continue and so would the banging on the locked door. The clones? Nowhere to be seen except for one. Urogi. In case she were to sneak out of her punishment and possibly the house, he would be there to catch her and put her right back. The sound of her sobs and her begging for forgiveness made him smile with sadistic glee. However, he feels as if she had not learned her lesson yet, so he would keep her there until the clones' return.

Which leads us to them stalking the unfortunate man's house. Asuka was going to suffer a horrible, horrible fate. "How shall we kill him?" Karaku asked while gently swaying his uchiwa though the air. Aizetsu, who observed with clear jealous eyes, looked at Sekido for a moment. He too is curious to know how they would put an end to the man who dared to speak to his wife. Sekido, though not the nicest of the quartet, cracked a small smile for just a moment. "Mutilation." The sound of that was very enticing. Without wasting another second, the three of them entered Asuka's house with blinding speed. They had already known where of the house he was and that was the bedroom... with a child. A baby. This would be more fun. Seconds later, they're infront of the shōji door where Asuka, who was playing with his child, could be heard. (Death incoming)

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One second, Asuka was a happy father. The next, he was a headless body bleeding out before his infant child, with three extremely jealous demons feeding off of his corpse. Sekido was the first one to acknowledge the child's presence as well. Well, they've killed one, might as well go for two.

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Hours later, Sekido, Karaku and Aizetsu return. All three are covered in blood but now bear expressions of satisfaction. "Ah, you're back already!" Urogi exclaims, immediately flying down to them. The four immediately entered the house where they would walk up to the room they had locked Y/N in. Urogi explained in detail how she cried and pleaded to be let out. Karaku couldn't help but laugh evilly at his joyous counterpart's little story. Aizetsu felt a little sad at that fact, but he thought it necessary for her to learn. As for Sekido, he simply huffed in response. "Good. That means she's learned her lesson." Just then, they arrive. They open the door to the dark room and are surprised she's not just laying in the middle in her futon. However, Aizetsu quickly spots her curled up and laying in the corner of the room. He and Sekido are the first to approach her. It's clear she had cried for hours on end, her eyes made that much obvious. "I hope you've learned your lesson, wife." The rings on the khakkhara rattle as he hits the floor once. Karaku kneels down next to her stroking her tear stained cheek while smiling like a maniac. Aizetsu kneels down as well, but caresses her hair, his expression more depressed than usual. The final clone waits for them to finish before picking her up bridal style and pampering her with affection. "Believe me, this hurt us more than it did you." His smile said otherwise. All she could do was stare blankly at whatever entered her line of sight. It was torture, but everytime, it would end the same. Sekido sighs heavily before silently telling Urogi to take her out of the room and bring her to their shared room where they would pamper her and treat her like a queen, as if they hadn't let her endure hours of silent torture. "We love you, dear. We'll never let you go." Covered by Urogi's wing, kissed and praised by Karaku, cuddled by Aizetsu, and worshipped by Sekido.

"I have a question I want to ask you." She had already melted into the affection so easily. Y/N looks up wondering what he wanted to ask.

"Would you like to bear us a child?"

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♧A/N☆

Well that was rather dark ( ._.)

#demon slayer #f!reader #fanfic #hantengu clones #yandere #oneshot #x reader #sekido x reader #karaku x reader #aizetsu x reader #urogi x reader #hantengu clones x reader #kny

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ghostlyforxst · 10 months

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In LOVE with your Tengen fic!! Can I request something similar to it: a farm au where a Centaur Sanemi is trying to breed the reader?? 👀👀

I really love how you write!!

❱ http:˚♡I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys˚ˑؘ 🍄 ·˚

GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Monster AU, Inappropriate Reader, +18, Slight! Breeding, Hair Pulling, Slight! Non-Con, and Marking.

CHARACTER: Sanemi Shinazugawa

WORD COUNT: 561

A/N- I apologize for taking forever to respond to your request and I also apologize for not adding much breeding since I made it gender neutral. Though I am still hoping that this meet some of you expectations and that you enjoyed it!

Another day had dawned, the muggy weather had your clothes embracing your dewy skin and your muscles were tense from the laborious chores you had completed. You had tidied up the stables, harvested the garden, and naturally you cared for your monsters. Yet, rutting season had caused those supposedly uncomplicated chores to become complicated. But thankfully-ish your centaur was the last for the day, though his rutting mindset had you nervous. He became territorial, brash, and overall just desperate—countless of times you had to fight him off and run, screaming as he galloped not too far behind you.

You released the pail to the ground, breathing through your nostrils, and eased the stable doors open. His presence was absent from the stable, your shoulders slumped with a sigh. You take the rake and begin to scrape up the previous hay, ignorant of the lustful beast that snuck noiselessly behind you until fingers tangled themselves into your hair and forced your head onto the scratchy hay bale. “Wah!”

“You are not going anywhere.” The beast, Sanemi, growled as his calloused hand swept down your back to your jeans and yanked them to the ground before his hooves came into view on either side of your head. “You're mine this season and the seasons to come.”

“Sanemi.” you yelped, hips raised high in the air and legs parted for his massive girth. “g-get off!”

Sanemi went seemingly deaf to your words, disregarding them as his hand eased between your legs and teased your arousal. You knew you had stripped him of his sanity from the way his desperate hand stroked and rubbed you, the way he blushfully whimpered under his breath when his cock prodded at your hole. You bit your cheek, restraining the moan that was lodged in your throat as his dick dryly persuaded itself into you.

“I can’t,” Sanemi breathed, “I can’t wait.”

Your blowzy cheeks dampened with tears as you blubbered pleas from him to remove himself, writhing beneath him as his length buried itself into your warmth entirely—the pain becoming near unbearable.

“Begging is a good look for you.” Sanemi smirked breathlessly, bucking his hips into you.

You cried out, grasping at the dead grass, ashamed at how pleasurable it felt. Sanemi stoops down, his tongue darting past his curved lips and he glides the wet muscle along your nape before biting and sucking at the skin—a purplish bruise remaining as he seated himself back up.

His hands raveled themselves back into your hair, roughly tugging, as he rocked himself into you.

“M’feeling so fucking good around me, feels good doesn’t it baby?” Sanemi grunted, yanking your head back and kissing you abruptly. “It has to, you are a mess on my cock. I can feel you falling apart around me. ”

You sobbed at his dick thrusting into the right spot, your tummy tightening before releasing; swallowing air as your hips jerked on his length with a drawn-out whine. Sanemi reaches below you, rolling your niple between his thumb and fingers—his silvery tail whipping behind as his thrust quickens.

Sanemi’s hips stammered, his chest rumbling with a guttural growl, before he emptied himself in your clenching hole. He lazily smooches the back of your head and weighs himself against your back. “Mhm’love you.”

You hummed in response and Sanemi chuckled, “rest, I'm wanting a second round soon.”

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sunflower-author · 3 months

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Haii :3

can I request a yandere platonic lady Tamayo who is very protective of reader

OMG, I AM SO SORRY, I KNOW IT HAS BEEN LIKE 60 DAYS SINCE YOU ASKED I AM EXTREMELY SORRY BUT IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!

IM A LITTLE BEHIND BUT WORKING ON ALL THE OTHER REQUEST!!

TRUST!!!

Anyway I hope you like this<3

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"Y/N I told you many times haven't I," Tamayo scolded you, in your room.

"I just wanted to go out to see the festival... It only happens once a year..." You complained.

"Still that doesn't justify sneaking out. You could have lost control, gotten lost, or Kibutsuki might have found you, or-"

"I had human blood yesterday, and you know I handle a least a week without it, and I know the village, I've been reading about it for a while, and we haven't heard about... 'him' being around here my entire lifetime..." you cut her off by saying.

"You've never been around so many people, since you've been turned into a demon, there was no telling if you could handle, all the new walking blood bags around you, and reading about things is different than actually seeing things in real life, as for Kibutsuki, even he we heard no word about him being here, there is still his underlings that lurk around here. remember the last time Yushiro told us about the encounter he had with one of them?" Tamayo asks you.

"... Four days ago..." you say looking down, feeling guilty, knowing that she is right.

"Exactly four days ago, they are probably still hiding in this town somewhere, it's dangerous to go out alone... you know, if you truly asked me and Yushiro, we would have taken you..." Tamayo says sighing.

"Yeah right... you're just saying that right now... but we both know if I asked you before, you would have said no, lecture me more about being outside, humans, demons... 'him' exactly what you're doing right now," you say, knowing the type of manipulation tactics she has used on you ever since you met her.

"All I'm doing is trying to protect you... ever since I met you, don't you forget who was the one that saved you all those years ago... That demon was about to devour you, and I was the one who killed him, if I wasn't there, you would have been dead..." Tamayo said.

Every time the two of you argued and she had enough, Tamayo would always bring up your past trauma, guilt-tripping you to go along with whatever she was saying.

You stay silent knowing that you can't say anything, after she pulls 'that' card on you.

"I care about you Y/N, I truly do," Tamayo says sitting down beside you on your bed.

"Listen, maybe when you're older... give it a few years, and I promise, you me and Yushiro will all go to that festival," Tamayo says, with her signature smile.

It makes her look innocent, but we both know it is always used to hide what she truly is feeling. Her obsessed, psycho, crazy side, or maybe annoyed, irritated side, probably both.

"Older? I'm old enough, I am in my teens no doubt late teen years, in a few years I might well be in my twenties," you snap back at her.

"Correction, you would be in your twenties if you were still human... Demons age differently since they can live well longer compared to humans, menially it takes... even I am not too sure." Tamayo says calmly.

"Yes you have been here a few years, however menially you've probably only aged a few months, and let's not forget about your physical state, when you get turned into a demon, you stop growing physically," Tamayo says.

As she put her hand on your head, in hopes of comforting you a bit.

"I managed fine on my own before you found me," You counter back.

"You lasted what? A little over a year, before I found about to be devoured by a low-level demon-"

"I was younger, I was still getting used to being a demon, but now I know how to do things, thanks to you and Yushiro, I'll be able to handle myself, Tamayo," You cut her off, not wanting her to say anymore.

"And if you were to run into Kibutsuki? Then what? how will you defend yourself, if he found out you were associated with me? He would do unspeakable things to you Y/N," Tamayo says sternly.

"The chances of running into him are very small, just how much demons actually get to see his face?" you say again.

"Y/N L/N, drop this," Tamayo says, sternly, before sighing and calming herself down.

Finally having enough of this, you stay silent, you can never win against Tamayo. This is how all your arguing ends with her, once she says your full name everything ends.

"You acting childish, auguring with me, selfish for leaving me and Yushiro worried-" Realizing what she is saying stops, looking down at her lap, it is never her intention to make you feel bad.

"Y/n I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Yeah yeah, you didn't mean all those bad things you said and were about to say to me," giving her attitude.

Rolling your eyes, you start to lie down on the bed, facing away from her.

"Well, since you're already mad at me, minus well tell you your punishment, no books for a month, and you will stay in your room for a week," Tamayo says turning to look at you.

You just stay silent looking the other way, waiting for her to go.

Getting the signal, Tamayo gets up from the bed walks to the door, turns off the light, grabs the door she looks at you for a moment.

"Goodnight Y/N," She says softly, only to be met with silence.

Sighing again, she closes the door, locking it.

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lone-wolf-nergiganos · 1 year

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May I request a romantic oneshot with Yandere Gyomei and Sanemi with a male s/o that is bratty and insults them often?

Sure buddy, your request is approved 💙😁

Soft Yandere! Gyomei X Bratty! Male Reader X Soft Yandere! Sanemi

"Ugh, when are they going to realize that I can take care of myself?" You asked yourself as you were going for a walk. However your boyfriends, Gyomei and Sanemi, sees this as a bad idea. Because for some reason they are very protective over you, and no matter how much you tell them that you can take care of yourself, they'll always find an excuse to keep an eye on you at all times.

Your relationship with them is great, but the overprotection they offer you makes you feel completely overwhelmed. You were walking for a few minutes before they walked up to you, this made you walk a bit faster.

"Aww baby, don't be like that, we just want to protect you," Gyomei said. You turned around before rolling your eyes, "ugh, stop being so paranoid, I can take care of myself," you said while pouting.

"No, we have to protect you," Sanemi said. "Oh my God, I'm not a child, I don't need protection," you said while crossing your arms and looking away from them. They walked up to you before hugging you tightly. "We're sorry for being overprotective towards you," Gyomei said while still hugging you.

You hugged them back before saying, "aww it's okay my babies, just stop treating me like I'm a little kid." They both nodded before you guys walked back home, and when you all arrived you guys decided to take a short nap while cuddling each other.

#demon slayer x male reader #Gyomei X Male Reader #sanemi x male reader #demon slayer oneshots #yandere demon slayer #yandere x male reader #yandere male x male reader #x male reader #male reader insert #male reader

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mariettebonneville · 5 months

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𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

Imagine a setting deep within the peaceful embrace of a wintry forest, where the night sky unveils a tapestry of stars, untouched by city lights.

The air is crisp, and the only sounds are the whispers of the wind and the soft rustle of pine needles. A fire pit crackles somewhere in the far distance of the camp, its glow flickering off the snow, casting both warmth and dancing shadows around.

You're there with someone special, the thrill of the season's chill unnoticed because the moment is warming. Wrapped in layers, you and your companion are snuggled beneath an expansive blanket, the fabric dusted with frosty specks that twinkle under the celestial dome.

As you lay there, hands entwined, a comfortable silence envelops you. The connection feels so deep that words would fail to contain it. Instead, a simple squeeze of the hand speaks volumes, a tender gesture far louder than language. The occasional squeeze back feels reassuring, a silent affirmation that echoes your own sentiments.

The unexpected vibration of a phone disrupts the serene scene—a rare signal penetrating this secluded sanctuary. Reluctantly, you glance at the screen, and there's your partner's message full of concern. Confusion sets in. If they are still in the tent, who—or what—is beside you?

Fear sharpens your senses as you turn to reassess your supposed companion. The being beside you seems human, but its movements are odd, disjointed.

It blinks, not in unison but one eye after another, an eerie imitation of human behavior. The realization crashes into you with a chilling wave of terror.

The once-comforting grip tightens. The simple human gesture that you found so endearing now sends a bolt of primal fear through you.

Where once you felt only connection, now there's a haunting void, a presence mimicking life but soulless, casting a shadow over the pristine beauty of this solitary winter escape.

It's a moment of pure, heart-pounding horror as the stillness of your winter camping trip transforms into a scene straight from a nightmare.

The stark, frozen woods became a silent observer to a fearsome truth: the comforting hand you had held belonged to something otherworldly—a chilling facade mimicking the man you cherished, a skinwalker lurking beneath stolen flesh...

#yandere #skinwalker #oneshot #monster #impostor #x reader #reader #scenarios #scenario #skinwalker x reader #female reader #douma #douma x reader #yandere demon slayer #demon slayer #yandere douma

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the-banana-0verlord · 10 months

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Hello! My name is Lilian the Banana(Lilian not my real name though) and you’ve tumbled across my blog! I am writer who specialises in X Readers, especially for the anime game Twisted Wonderland. I can write for other fandoms if requested, although my requests are closed as for now. The fandoms I write for other than Twst are:

🌻 Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba 🌻 Obey Me! 🌻 Link Click 🌻 Nevermore(on webtoon) 🌻The dark Lord's confession(also on webtoon) 🌻Revolutionary girl utena Now this is what i will write about mainly: 🌻 Angst, fluff 🌻 Yandere 🌻 Male and female characters, although mainly male characters 🌻 crack fics And now what I won’t write under any circumstances: 🌻 NSFW, smut(please keep in mind I am a minor) 🌻 Some specific characters in the fandoms listed(ex: Zenitsu or Rollo Flamm) 🌻 Characters under 14(unless it’s platonic) 🌻 Male readers (as I am a female, i always write with f!reader in mind, even though I mostly write gender-neutral reader to include everyone, but writing a specifically male reader is not possible for me) Here is my masterlist, containing everything I’ve wrote. I’m also running a long term Dracula x F!Reader fanfiction on Quotev moots list Lilian and Mallilian Aus masterlist Oc Masterlist Drawing box Where to find me on various platforms

Current event(s):

Fall Season event // Winter season event // Spring season event // Summer season event

side blogs:

@the-banana-0verlord-reblogs -- reblogs blog @the-lord-of-malevolence --malleus roleplay blog @the-king-of-thorns -- overblot malleus roleplay blog @bestutenacharactertournament --tournament blog for the best revolutionary girl utena character @lilian-draconia -- for self-shipping

Tags:

#bananawrites --For fics #bananadoodles --For my art #heoverlordmonologues --For anything random #mallilian --Self-ship tag with Malleus #bananareblogs --Self-explanatory #banana’s moots --My mutuals <3 (might do seperate tags for each of them) #bananaanswersasks --also self-explanatory

About me:

🌻 My pronouns are she/her/they/them and I’m aroace 🌻 I am a scorpio 🌻 I am a French Canadian from Quebec 🌻 My hobbies other than writing are drawing and making puzzles 🌻 My favorite character in Twst is Malleus, with Deuce and Jamil following closely 🌻I’m fifteen 🌻My favorite aesthetics are light and dark academia + cottagecore

My requests are currently closed but if you simply want to talk my askbox is open, anon or not!

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raysrays · 3 months

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Bust Your Kneecaps Yandere! Kyojuro Rengoku

Yandere! Kyojuro Rengoku X GN! Reader Oneshot

Warnings: Kidnapping, Torture, Stockholm Syndrome, violence.

-this is my first time writing on Tumblr. Hope I didn’t do terrible.

It was never supposed to be this way. You were on your way to moving up, to becoming a Hashira. Everything you have worked for years seemed so close, only for an instant. So how did you get here? How exactly did you end up with your hands and feet bound in the Flame Hashira’s quarters?

You sit there in silence, trying to figure out exactly where this had all gone so wrong, remembering when you first arrived at the Demon Slayer Headquarters, facing the master and all the other Hashira. And then, of course, meeting him: that smiling ball of joy, the sun in its purest form, Kyojuro Rengoku, the Flame Hashira.

You recall that day just like it was yesterday: his kind smile, the gentle touch of his hand shaking yours. He was everything you could have asked for, so why would you ever say no to being his tsuguko? Being trained by the tall, charming Flame Hashira. You’d be stupid to refuse. He had you fooled, he had you all fooled. Behind that seemingly genuine smile was nothing more than a sick and twisted man, interested only in having complete and utter control of the people in his life.

Unfortunately, now you were on the receiving end of his descent into madness. And here you are, bound on the floor.

“My little flame! I’ve returned from training,” his booming voice immediately catches your attention. You feel your body tense from his presence. Just being around him has made you feel uneasy. As he approaches, you keep your eyes lowered, staring at his feet. After a moment, you feel his hand pull your face up to meet his. His bright eyes staring down at you make your heart race.

“Why do you look so scared, sunflower? It’s only me!” His bright, happy smile feels so disturbing now. You pull your face away from him. “I’m not scared. I just wish you’d let me out of here.” Your voice was harsh. You’ve always been a little defiant but nothing Rengoku thought he couldn’t handle.

Just then, he kneels right in front of you to be eye level with you again. You see his sword peeking out from his Hiaori. It makes the hairs on your back stand. His smile has fallen and his eyes look sad. “You needn’t be so upset, sunflower. I’m simply keeping you here for your own protection. You have no reason to be angry or frightened.” His voice is stern but caring. You roll your eyes at this statement. Protection? You were a skilled swordsman worthy of becoming a tsuguko. Why would you need him to go so far as to lock you away for your protection?

“I don’t need you to protect me. I can take care of myself. Besides, this is overkill. You need to let me go.” You turn to meet his gaze. His face was completely different this time. He looked so serious and somewhat angry. “You aren’t going anywhere. Do you understand?” His voice was stern and cold. His state was enough to make you completely freeze. He looked crazy. He was crazy. There’s no way you could stay here. You wonder how many people have seen this side of him? How many have lived?

Past the fear was anger. You’ve always been used to being ahead of your peers, used to success and right now the one you wanted to lead you to the top was keeping you from becoming everything you were capable of.

“You’re sick, Kyojuro. You need help. Let me out of here.” You tried to remain calm but he was really testing your patience. All it took was one swift second to feel your breath getting knocked out from under you. Laying on your back, coughing, you look up meeting eyes with a pissed-off Rengoku.

“I’m sorry I think you misheard me, my little flame. I said I’m doing this to protect you… Surely you understand it’s your job as my Tsuguko to obey my orders.” His eyes narrowed and he put his face close to yours, whispering in your ear.

“Don’t make this difficult, Y/N. You have an obligation to me and me alone. So why would you ever go against my orders?” His point was irrelevant. You had no obligation to this psychopath. Your frustration finally got the best of you. Once you finally caught your breath back, you tried to shove him away from you even while your legs and hands were bound. It wasn’t as effective as you had hoped but it made him fall back onto the ground with you.

You took this opportunity to try and stand, hoping to at least be able to hop towards the door. Maybe someone would notice you if you screamed for help or made enough noise.

“Someone help me-!” After what felt like five seconds of hope and victory, You felt a sharp pain in your legs. So bad you immediately hit the ground. The pain was excruciating; all you could do was lay on the ground trying to fathom what just happened. Then you noticed a shadow standing over top straddling your body.

“I told you to not make this difficult, sunflower…” he let out a sigh and bent down next to you. He noticed you staring off at the ceiling, trying to process the immense pain you were currently in. He then took his hand and turned your face to look at him. There he was again. That sweet smile and those bright happy eyes.

“There isn’t a line in the world I would not cross for you, Y/N.” He then leaned down to kiss your forehead gently.

“Try and run all you want. I’ll always find you. You’re mine. Mine alone.”

You couldn’t believe what he was saying; he really had completely lost it. So why, in the middle of all this pain, did you feel your face heating up? This man is crazy. He’s insane. So why? Why does a part of you want to see how far he’d chase you?

You stare up at him mustering up what strength you had left. “You’re crazy…” you finally breathe out.

He smirks and caresses your cheek. “Only for you, sunflower.”

#rengoku kyojuro #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #rengoku x reader #kny rengoku #Yandere #yandere rengoku #x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #anime #oneshot #fanfic #kny hashira #kyojuro rengoku x reader #gn reader

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mayullla · 10 months

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Title: Little Sunshine!

Characters: Douma (/Doma) (Demon Slayer)

Summary: You were taken into the Paradise Faith cult with Kotoha (Inosuke's mother.) And like her, Douma became rather fond of you. When Kotoha ran away, she had no choice but to leave you behind as Douma hid the truth away from you and turned you into one of his own kind.

Warnings/tags: Platonic yandere, fem!child!reader, the reader gets turned into a demon (drinking blood is mentioned here / forced), manipulation

Note: Part 2 is here!

You were holding the hand of Kotoha Hashibira, a pregnant woman who brought you along with her when she was welcomed into the Paradise Faith cult.

You were around 3 to 4 years old that time, if Douma remembers correctly when you walked in curiously looking at everything around you so naively and sweetly asking Kotoha who these people welcoming you and her were.

If he was right, Douma remembers that you didn't belong to Kotoha. That two of you weren't blood-related, but she picked you up somewhere as she found you abandoned and alone. It was a common occurrence, no doubt, that kids get abandoned by their own parents. Maybe it was due to poverty or maybe for other reasons but Kotoha told Douma that was hard to ignore you as you look at the world with something in your eyes. Something that she could not pinpoint.

Yet Douma definitely found something common between you and Kotoha, these cheerful and innocent personalities that the two of you have. The two of you would always play together, as you followed along when Kotoha sang or times when you played alone but always invited him to join you when you noticed him.

Even now after years you still do the same, as you toss the ball high up into the air and then catch it the servants watching from far away clapping their hands and they look fondly at you the daughter of Douma having but age only one year after so long.

"Dear," Douma stated, gesturing that you come to him. Looking up from your ball, you trotted over to him, tilting your head curiously. Sometimes you remind him of how he fondly looked at you and Kotoha, the days when he would watch you play around and laugh in delight trying to ask him to carry you as you looked at the koi fish inside the pond. Your eyes were innocent even years later, but then again, you sleep more than before, so maybe mentally, you wouldn't age as much...

"Ah, my lovely child, you are awake! Why didn't you tell me so? I would have come sooner." Douma stated, patting your head. While it has been made this idea that you and Douma were father and daughter, it couldn't have been far from the truth.

It was a public ritual that had been made between you and Douma. The followers envied you, a small child who was forced to drink the blood that came from Douma's hand sliced with a knife and poured into a small cup. It seemed that you didn't remember such a situation occurring as he once brought it up only to get a confused look from you.

You cried so much that day when you were forced to drink from the cup, as the followers all held you down, telling you that you should be grateful and happy that you have been given this honor. That you and Douma would now be related, and there was nothing more privilege than to be related to the man who they worshipped.

With a smile, Douma continued to watch. Your body wanted to curl as you felt the pain in your body as if thorns were stabbed everywhere. Maybe this wouldn't have happened... maybe you would have stayed a human for a long time till you died as one if Kotoha hadn't found out about his little secret.

He remembered when Kotoha tried to run away, she wanted to get you too, but with Inosuke in her arms and him on the way she wasn't able to do so.

Your cries of pain were what he listened to as he thought about the past.

"Where is Kotoha-san and Inosuke?" You asked one night after searching the whole day for them.

"They have left, dear child." Douma smiled down at you, his face covered by the shadow made by the moonlight. His eyes glowed brightly as he watched your reaction to the news. "Oh... are they coming back?" You asked, looking down at the floor fidgeting in your spot. "I am not sure, dear..." Douma replied, watching.

How confused you were, then a sort of realization, then betrayed, sorrow, acceptance, and lastly, loneliness. He enjoyed watching your emotions very much, how expressive your eyes were, a smile still on his face. He wondered what you would do next. Would you curl up in a corner and hide away mopping that you have been abandoned once again, or would you just cry here screaming why?

"Will you stay with me?" Your question almost barely a whisper surprised Douma, as his eyes widen, and somewhere in his body jumped at your words.

It was unfamiliar to him. He wasn't able to reply as silence draped through the room. You stared at him with a cautious hope that started to dim little by little every second he didn't answer.

"Yes.." That word surprised Douma a lot, such a common word held an unfamiliar, heavy feeling that he never thought he would experience. Covering his mouth with his fingers as he wondered if he really was the one who said it. Looking at you, he saw your eyes just light up just a little, and as you smiled.

It was at that moment he thought that his heartbeat, or whatever similar thing there was for a demon. But other than that, there was something else he noticed in his heart, one he could not recognize at all. Yet he thought it was such an erratic, crazed feeling. It was almost addictive.

Douma thought that maybe through you, he might... might just be able to experience these emotions that he never thought he could. The feeling of just being a little more... real.

It was his own amusement that led to the decision to turn you into a demon just like him. When he had done just a good amount of work for Muzan when he asked for a little prize for his work. Mozan stared at him with disdain when he had asked, wondering if he had gone crazy. But to get him out of his sight, Muzan let him do as he pleases, allowing you to become a demon.

Douma watched as you cried your eyes out in pain. Your eyes ever so slowly became more and more crazed. The want for blood you crave would be soon as you tried to find someone to eat, yet Douma noticed how you also looked as if another side of you was fighting. Not wanting to spill blood, as tears fell from your eyes begging yourself to stop.

Instead of eating a human, before Douma could even call for one and offer that dish to you. You passed out.

How... boring... he thought as he stared at you, poking your cheek.

You slept for a long time. A few months or more, he didn't count. Douma sent you to another room to be cared for by the worshippers and almost have completely forgotten about you tired of waiting after a while.

When Douma had asked Muzan about turning a child into a demon, almost all the upper-rank demons were there then. Akaza wondered what has gotten into Douma to ask such a thing but it wasn't like he once understood the guy. So did the other demons they all looked at Douma as if he went insane.

Douma didn't care. He didn't really care what they thought of him, but imagine his surprise when he after a year saw you with Akaza. You were laughing cheerfully as the man carried you on his shoulders. His face was a little confused, but letting you do as you please as you raved about how high up you were. He watched as the smile on Akaza's lips became a little more genuine as he continued to play with you.

... it was a dirty feeling, ugly and disgusting that he wanted to vomit out. It felt like he was drowning in thick mud as he watched you play with Akaza. Just a year ago, he was the one to do this for you.

And he doesn't know why...

Note: I think it was really obvious to those who follow me that I would pick writing demons rather than the demon slayers... hehe

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psych0cherry · 10 months

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Spend eternity with me.(Douma x F! Reader)

Synopsis: Since you were a little girl, you served the temple of Douma, out of respect for your family's tradition. However, something inside you always felt that place was not as welcoming as it should be. One night, unable to sleep, you decided to take a wander through the temple. It was then that his eyes captured a half-open door, with soft lighting coming from within. Driven by curiosity, you peeked through that gap and witnessed a terrible spectacle: Master Douma devouring a woman of dazzling beauty, now lifeless.

Warnings: Douma is an asshole, Masochism, sadomasochism, humiliation, Blood and death, Self-mutilation,Sexual Slave,a little sex, maybe chains, Handcuffs, thorns or something like that. Rea,d at your own risk, lol.

Disclaimer: I'm Brazilian and I don't speak English! This is all translated from Google translator, so maybe there might be some errors.

Each day that passed in the temple seemed repetitive, a cycle that subtly involved and frustrated you. However, daring to defy the will of her strict family was a burden she preferred not to carry. It wasn't that her life was devoid of comfort, it was just steeped in monotony. Contrary to most people there, you didn't find a sense of welcome in that place, nor did you feel comfortable confessing and making requests to the Master of the Temple, Douma-Sama. Not that you suspected his existence, because it was impossible to deny his angelic and mesmerizing presence, with his rainbow-colored eyes, truly enchanting. However, an inexplicable apprehension accompanied her whenever she found herself in Douma's presence. A shiver ran down her spine as those piercing eyes delved into her soul. It was undeniable that Master Douma understood the fear you harbored for him. And that smile that crossed your lips when you revealed such fear was far from conveying any comfort.

The night enveloped you in its icy mantle, while you struggled in bed in search of a comfortable position to finally rest. Minutes seemed to drag on in endless agony. The night air was merciless, making the blanket never enough, and this realization was beginning to frustrate him. With a sigh, you got up, grabbing the first thick piece of clothing you found and leaving the coziness of the room where you slept. With no specific destination in mind, he walked through the halls of the majestic temple.

The decor was truly stunning, a testament to the hard work of the temple servants in keeping everything spotless. It was a real treat for the eyes. You gently ran your fingertips over some of the antique and meaningful paintings that adorned the walls, allowing a soft smile to escape.

"This one is magnificent..." He murmured while admiring one painting in particular, in which the artist had portrayed Douma-Sama himself with overwhelming talent. For a brief moment, you allowed yourself to admire the portrayed figure... Douma was truly beautiful. It was impossible to deny it. However, because you imagined him to be some kind of deity, you always felt impure when you had such thoughts. I preferred, therefore, to put aside these uncomfortable reflections.

A distraction interrupted his contemplation of the painting, when his eyes caught a glow coming from one of the rooms of the temple, even with the door almost closed. Intrigued, her attention was captivated by the mysterious murmurs and whispers that floated through the air. Although instinct told you to stay away, curiosity aroused within you, and with light, stealthy steps, you approached the door, allowing your eyes to see each other through a small gap, curious to see what was going on. But what he witnessed inside made his skin instantly pale, and his eyes widen in disbelief. No... it couldn't be true. Before his eyes, Douma was satiated with the flesh of a beautiful woman's legs, while the surrounding scenery was stained with scarlet blood, and an icy wind ran through the environment. In that instant, you finally realized: Douma was not merely human, nor was he a divine entity. Douma was a demon.

The dark encounter with the true face of Douma awakened a mixture of horror and a fascination that you could not understand within you. From that moment on, a kind of Incomprehensible bond between you and the Master of the Temple. He became aware of his presence, staring at him with intense eyes, revealing an enigmatic smile on pale lips. His voice, seductive and icy, echoed in the room:

"Oh... Y/n! I remember your face clearly, one of my most charming servants in the Temple..." A laugh escaped my lips. "I see you've discovered my secret... Don't look at me like that, even though your fearful eyes are magnificently beautiful. It's hard to believe I've shattered your innocence... How mean of me!"

His heart was racing, a combination of fear and overwhelming attraction was what propelled you into the room. The surroundings carried a dark presence as Douma's bloodied hands reached towards him. He personified sin itself, wrapped in hellish charm. You didn't understand why you were so attracted to him. This was so wrong, so scary. However, Douma seemed to revel in the confusion that stirred within the woman. He threw the legs of the woman he was devouring to the side as if they were insignificant, and made an inviting gesture for you to approach her, patting your thigh lightly indicating that you should sit there. You didn't fully understand when her legs started to move towards him, but before you knew it, you were sitting on her thigh.

Douma, with an intense gaze, ran his cold, bloodstained hand along her thighs, whispering tantalizingly in her ear, "Unexpected, isn't it? I didn't think you'd enjoy witnessing such a scene..." One smile formed on his lips as he approached you. You tried to articulate words, but your vocal chords seemed to fail. You were motionless, in shock. Douma laughed when he noticed his reaction. "Who knew you'd be such a helpful servant! You'll be in charge of cleaning all this up for me, right? It's nice to have someone who doesn't mind by my side!" Gently, he stroked her hair as if she were a child. It looked like Douma was enjoying the fact that you were attracted to something so grotesque and absurd. He enjoyed every moment of it. "You are so beautiful... A blessing in my eyes. Would you allow me to have fun with you?" His hands continued to caress her hair affectionately, until, suddenly, he abruptly pulled some locks, causing an expression of pain on her face. The sudden pull on his hair brought a mixture of pain and pleasure, awakening contradictory sensations within you. As his face expressed discomfort, Douma smirked, as if savoring his every reaction. He gently leaned against you, and licked your cheek.

Douma was humiliating the woman, using her as a mere object. This situation was suffocating. Feeling powerless in front of him caused overwhelming discomfort, and the fact that she was starting to enjoy feeling inferior to him aroused disgust in herself. However, how could you avoid it? His hair was pulled sharply, causing him not a moan of pleasure, but of pain. Douma's intention was really to hurt her. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt her tongue slide across the skin of his cheek.

"Today, you will serve me in a special way." Douma held the woman's waist and brought her legs together, accommodating her in his lap. She faced him. With just the flick of his index finger, through his pointed nails, the fabric covering her breasts was cut away, partially revealing her skin. Douma licked her collarbone and, without warning, nibbled the skin above her breasts with his sharp demon teeth. The woman twitched due to the terrible sensation of pain, but Douma held her firmly, licking the blood that oozed from the wound. "Be quiet, darling. It's not you who needs to be pleasured tonight, it's me. It would be a waste not to enjoy such incredible beauty as yours... I know you like that, don't you?"

"Master Douma..." The woman finally found the strength to say something, her voice trembling with pain, a typical human reaction. Tears flooded her eyes, unable to discern if it was due to the pain, the feeling of being humiliated without being able to do anything, or perhaps the terrible pleasure she didn't want to feel. "Y-You are a monster from hell... However, I would never deny you anything..." She knew that she had no choice but to accept her condition. Douma looked satisfied with her submission.

"I knew you'd be so obedient, Y/n! We'll have fun tonight... How about you cut yourself for me? I'd love that! But first, get down and lick my shoe. I want you to recognize your place, even though I know you're inferior to me. If I like you, I'd love for you to spend eternity with me. I could chain you too... You would look beautiful in chains for me. I could use thorns to bind you too, that's a good idea, seeing the thorns pierce your skin would be magnificent."

"Eternity with you…?" She asked as tears trickled down her skin. Douma removed her from his lap, making her kneel before him. Gripping her hair rather roughly, he was about to force her to bend over before answering.

"Eternity."

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vexinghearts · 8 months

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Close to begging for requests to keep me busy for a bit 😋 /hj

So, I decided I want to start writing scenarios / oneshots for KNY because I've been super bored on weekends ( when I'm not with my friends ) and have been wanting to get back into writing for quite a bit.

Requests May Contain :

~ ☆ ~ : Fluff

~ ☆ ~ : Angst

~ ☆ ~ : Reader × Character

~ ☆ ~ : Scenarios

~ ☆ ~ : Yandere! Character + Reader

~ ☆ ~ : Platonic! Character + Reader

~ ☆ ~ : Suggestive // Hinted Intimacy

~ ☆ ~ : AU's || Ex. Kaigaku × Reader // Kimetsu Academy AU

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Requests May Not Contain :

~ ∆ ~ : Proships || Icky ||

~ ∆ ~ : Teacher x Student Trope || . . . n o ||

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Extra Information :

~ ♡ ~ : Platonic! Oneshots will have a "+" between the names || Ex. : Dad! Rengoku + Reader

I may be slow with writing your requests, but bare with me. I'm in school and grades takes precedence over just about anything.

Please Request in my Asks in the very top please 💕

Also, sorry that this isn't a very flashy ( /ref ) post when it comes to the layout, but I didn't know how to make it look pretty 😭

Any character can be requested, so let your heart run free and into my inbox /hj || Also, young character(s) ( Kotetsu // Nezuko ) can ONLY be platonic/angst oneshots, but everyone else is free game.

Also, I do apologize if I write a character too OOC , I don't have all personalities down to a T

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malachiexists13 · 10 months

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CHARACTER/S: Giyuu Tomioka [He/Him] x Yuutsu (OC) [She/Her] PROMPT/GENRE: Yandere!Giyuu/Obsession & Stalking ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP: Acquaintances REQUESTED BY: @nunezs-stuff WORD COUNT: 500+ //TW: - Obsessive Behavior; Yandere!Giyuu; Stalking; Oblivious MC (?); Intrusive Thoughts; Suggestive Themes; Out-of-Character Giyuu Tomioka (obviously); Self-Deprecating Attitude; Not really Yandere but the obsession is there!;

DISCLAIMER: This was written by a minor, someone under the age of 18. If that makes you uncomfortable, please DNI and keep scrolling.

NOTES: The character used in this, Yuutsu, does not belong to me and is an OC created by the person who requested this fic. I did the best I could with this and it was the first time I’ve written a yandere character. Yandere doesn’t entirely suit Giyuu so I made it a bit subtle. I apologize for any errors in the fic.

SUMMARY: Love was a beautiful thing– something Giyuu had seen often. An experience he often saw shared between husband and wife, or two young people engaged. He’d even seen it among his fellow hashira, Obanai and Kanroji– even if they wouldn’t fully admit it. Even so, Giyuu never really thought of it as something he could experience. Not until he met her…

But is it really love, when it goes so far into the depths?

NEXT PART: Unfiltered Honesty

AO3: Depths of Disparity

Calm and collected, two words that Giyuu was often described as. A facade he wore so meticulously crafted as to not let others see the guilt-heavy mist that lay deep within the Water Hashira’s consciousness. He rarely opened up, rarely spoke to people– not even when spoken to. He was seen as arrogant and egoistic by his fellow Hashira. But he never showed whether he let it bother him or not. Their words hurt– but they weren’t friends and they never would be, so why truly bother? Well– there was one odd card in the picture. Someone who he slowly found often occupied his mind– Yuutsu.

She was gentle– soft, even. A cute and graceful girl. She dressed in such a cutesy way– seemingly with little care to how others perceived her. Almost with a childlike innocence. At least, that was how Giyuu viewed her. He saw her as cute and innocent; a sweet girl with a gentle smile. How easy would it be to make her his, he wondered? Was she as dumb and naive as she looked? Even if she was– Giyuu doubted it’d be easy to approach her in any capacity. He rarely saw her by herself, and even if he could approach her, what would he say?

How would he even begin to talk to her? As much as he could watch longingly from afar– Giyuu barely knew anything about Yuutsu aside from what was obvious on the outside. Such a beautiful and graceful girl– she would never want a man like Giyuu. He was weak, pathetic, a fake unworthy of the title as Hashira. What reason was there to even bother? Even if she did give him the time of day, who was to say it would not be the outcome of pity? Or even worse– if it was to ridicule him?

A risk Giyuu couldn’t take. As much as he hated watching her smile with the others– desperately wishing that could be him instead of them– the intrusive thoughts that whispered atrocities in his ear to get rid of the others or to take her as his own… It could never be. He could never act upon these desires. But he could watch. A bystander was all he was good for; to watch others experience life but not truly experience it himself… It was more than someone like him deserved. But unlike Giyuu, Yuutsu deserved so much more.

Yuutsu deserved someone strong; someone who could take care of her. Someone to treat her with all the love and respect she deserved. And as much as Giyuu could long, as much as he could think and desperately desire it– it would never be him in that place. Someone like him did not deserve the joy of someone as wonderful as Yuutsu loving him as he loved her. But he could watch– that’s all he ever did.

The depths were an addictive sense of deprecation and disparity– almost dangerous to indulge. But Giyuu would gladly continue to wear those rose-tinted frames if it meant he could watch his love for all eternity to come.

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