#my rating of him as a kny character ^^^

[qwardivior]

DEMON BUSTERS!! — About Nezuko

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And so, the long awaited Nezuko post has arrived!!! Sorry for the long wait everyone, I had to work out some lore stuff and this kept getting delayed, so let’s just get right into it! In case you don’t know or need a refresher, in this modern kny au the Demon Slayer Corps has updated and rebranded into the Demon Busters! People have been dying to demon attacks at alarming rates so to make their jobs easier they’ve been running ad campaigns! However this installment is a little different as this is NOT an ad campaign! To protect Nezuko they did not run an ad campaign on her. Instead, this is known as an ‘about’. Several other characters will be getting an about section but let’s start with our favorite girl Nezuko!

— Lore Dump Incoming!!—

In this au, Nezuko got turned on her birthday. It was supposed to be a fun celebration, she would spend the night at her friends’ house and then go home the next morning to help her family prepare for New Years. Of course when the day actually came, there were complications as Tanjirou would not let her go for whatever reason, stating that he had a “bad feeling” about it. But nothing ever happens in their small town! In fact, the biggest event in a long while was their father’s death a couple months prior. Eventually, after some back and forth they just chalked it up to him being paranoid and she was able to go.

It wasn’t just paranoia. Nobody knew that anything was wrong until the next morning. Tanjirou had gone to pick Nezuko up since nobody had heard anything from her, and was met with a gruesome sight. Just like in canon, Nezuko was the only survivor, but she seemed to be a little off… Firstly, she had tried to attack Tanjirou before quickly coming to her senses after a man called Giyuu Tomioka appeared, stating that he was a “Demon Buster” and she was a “demon” and that he had to slay her. And secondly she no longer had a taste for human food and just slept all the time! Luckily, nobody was slayed, and the siblings were instructed to find a man named Sakonji Urokodaki, Tomioka’s teacher. But they couldn’t just leave! Not after everything. So they came to an agreement: because Nezuko was able to quell her hunger and more or less function like a normal human, the two would go home for now, and then Tomioka would come to pick them up at a later date. As it turned out, in order for Nezuko to get her humanity back, she’d have to become a “Demon Buster”. A perfect way to bring in the new year..

In this au Nezuko keeps her humanity and is more of her own person. This makes it easier for her to get around and get info from other demons easier. She also conquers the sun slightly earlier, but we’ll get to that later. She wasn’t able to really show herself to her family that often until she was able to learn how to disguise herself from none other than Yushiro. Her having a sense of self and a personality separate to Tanjirou also allows for them to go their separate ways a bit more. Of course they stick together but it’s not like Nezuko is bound to the box. They have missions that sometimes requires Tanjirou to go completely solo, thus Nezuko is left to her own devices.

Overall, I really want to explore Nezuko’s character more and there’s so much more to her than what can be explained in a single post. I guess you’ll just have to tag along to find out more huh? This will also allow me to expand more on her relationship in regards to Zenitsu. In canon, it seemed a little one-sided since we weren’t able to get Nezuko’s point of view, but in this au I want to show more mutual interest so it doesn’t come off as weird as it did in canon. This also allows her to make her own friends (read: Muichirou, Senjurou, Genya, and more). Nezuko is a very fun character to explore in this au and I can’t wait to show you guys more!

Also did I mention that a lower moon is seeking to kill her? No? Oh, my bad.

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Hey! Thanks for sticking around. Sorry this one took a while! After this we will most likely be getting Tamayo and Yushiro!! Inosuke and Kanao will have to wait a little bit longer because I still have to figure out things lore/design wise. As for Hashira, the next one will either be Giyuu or Shinobu! That’s all for now and thanks for all the support on this au!! Feel free to ask me about anything lore-related! I’ll see you in the next one!

[ruiniel]

What You Choose

Fandom: Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Pairing: Rengoku Kyojuro x f!reader

Count: 2K

Rating: T (M later)

On AO3

Summary: I recently watched/read KNY and have emotions. Likely done before, but wanted to get this out of my system so wrote it down. Rengoku survives the fight with Akaza, but some battles are not so straightforward.

Tags & Warnings: Rengoku lives AU, multichapter, blood, injury, pining, angst, second person POV, demon slayer!reader, tsuguko!reader, alternating POV, Oblivious Rengoku Kyojuro, for a while at least, Death, Mild Gore, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut

All characters depicted are 18+

I.

Everything fades. His body is going numb, his vision blurs as he stares down at his reflection in the dark pool of his own blood, unable to lift his head. The cries of grief surrounding him become dim and scatter like dying leaves from his consciousness.  

I've done my duty, I've given my all.

The last he remembers is a small, clawed hand and a sudden, blooming flame bursting through his shattered torso, scalding him from within in ways his own fire never could. 

I see... So this is what it feels like… to burn. 

The balmy weather outside has no effect on you, seated at the side of the infirmary bed, your head in your hands. 

“Perhaps you should go and rest. There’s been no change, and we’ll be sure to inform you of any developments.” 

Aoi’s words are void of their usual sternness. You’ve heard them before, and yet—

“I’m fine, I really am.” You gaze back at the prone figure lying motionless beneath crisp white sheets. His gold and crimson hair is messy, and you’ve never seen him so pale, his features so sunken. The bandage covering his left eye is stained red in places, the usually smiling lips dry and bloodless.

Aoi sighs but says nothing else, and soon her departing steps echo against the walls.

I can’t. I can’t leave his side. You wish your thought could reach him, down to whatever place he’s struggling in now. You ball your hands into fists over your knees, a poor attempt at holding your composure. Please, come back. Please.

Weeks have passed since the mission on the train, since your group has returned with wounded bodies and spirits, though none in such a critical state as your mentor. Rengoku Kyojuro has not awakened since, and in contrast, since the nightmares the demon has placed upon you in that baleful encounter, you’ve not been able to sleep more than two to three hours every night. Every time, waking up in a sweat, the memory of what happened always the last image you remember. 

“How is he today?”

You’re drawn from your thought by the gentle voice of the person you feel like you owe a life of debt to, and turn to gaze into the tired, worried eyes of Tanjiro Kamado. He stands by the bed now, glancing down at the Hashira. The slow rise and fall of his chest is the only sign that he is still alive. 

You shake your head as Tanjiro takes a seat. “How is rehabilitation training going?” 

Tanjiro smiles, still staring at the bed and its unresponsive occupant. “Almost done, I feel my strength returning to what it used to be and more. I admire how well you’ve upheld yourself, though,” he murmurs. 

It’s true, for some reason, you’ve been the least scathed of them all, needing much less medical care than the rest. No, you know the reason why. “It’s because of him,” your words escape you. “If… if he hadn’t trained me as he did, if he hadn’t driven me so far beyond my limits, I don’t know if I would have survived for as long as I have in my role.”

“Oh, yes, I’ve heard. They say Lord Rengoku’s methods are… harsh to say the least.”

A smile tugs at your lips as a known pain pricks your heart. “But… but I’ve been remiss in thanking you, young Kamado—or rather, your sister. If she hadn’t…”  Your throat tightens; you don’t want to break down, not here, not before Tanjiro and not before him, no matter he can’t hear it. 

“Please, please don’t worry, it was a stroke of luck and quick thinking on her part, I only brought the box closer—”

“... she healed him! I saw the flames engulfing him, I saw the wound close. I don’t know how she did it but… Nezuko is someone... very special.”

Tanjiro lowers his head in humble acknowledgement. “I will tell her.” Then, as though remembering something, he reaches into his pocket and hands you a small bag. “Here, I’ve not seen you join meals very often and… well, please take them.”

You don’t have the strength to refuse, and take the bag from his hand, meeting his kind smile. “Candies…”  You thank him before placing them on the bedstand, and after a few more moments of sitting in comfortable silence, Tanjiro takes his leave. You watch him depart, endeared by his manner and honesty. He has a good soul, a strong will—perhaps the strongest you’ve known, apart from…

You stare back at your mentor, memories of the past flooding behind your eyes.

Five months prior

“Good! Again!”

You’re panting, your total concentration breathing nearly failing as you evade another deadly arc of the Third Form: Blazing Universe. 

The sun has westered and a bluish twilight sets over the lands, but your mentor still has you parrying his unwavering techniques, before making you attack using combinations of them in turn. 

“Lord—lord Rengoku—”

His blazing speed cuts your words short as your blades clash, and you stare into bright, golden-rimmed irises. He’s smiling, as usual, with a devilish spark in his eyes. There is a sudden flutter in your stomach, overriding the fatigue in your burning muscles. “Come now, don’t tell me you’re beat! You’ve come so far after only three years!” he says as you fall back, lunging for another attack the following second.

The sudden weakness you feel when you’re close to him has you confused, because it was not there before. It all began in the past year: whenever he stares at you in a certain way, whenever he touches you during training or meets your eyes, something gnaws achingly at your chest. It’s as though you need something from him, but have no idea what it is. 

“I knew it from the moment I took you on as a successor,” he says, merciless in his offensive. “If you—” Parry. Lunge. “—carry on like this—” Attack. Jump. “—you’ll reach a Hashira level of skill in no time at all!” 

You don’t have the chance to reply, though his words feel like honey coating your senses. At first, he’d been sparse and strict, keeping to instructions and nothing else. But you struggled, worked harder than you had for anything in all your life, and it seems he acknowledges this fully now. 

“Now—Ninth Form: Rengoku!” 

That means you must attack, and he must deflect. But—Ninth Form?! “I—I can’t, I’m… I’m too exhausted for the Ninth!”

He bursts forward with Unknowing Fire, forcing you to duck and curl your body, rolling away into the dust, rising on one knee. 

The Flame Hashira turns, pointing his weapon at you. “Is that what you plan on telling the demons?”

“Well, no, but—”

“At no point during a battle will you have the luxury of biding your time. If this were an actual encounter, you’d be dead.” He no longer smiles, his face turned cold, eyes glinting like molten steel.

You feel the rush of shame like fangs biting into you, fueling a horrible need to prove him wrong, to rise up to the challenge in his voice. With a hiss and a groan you grip the handle of your katana tightly, breathing and striving to light that spark in your heart. 

With a cry you speed forward, clashing with him in a desperate lunge. 

“Ha!” The smile returns as you grit your teeth. “Better!”

His face is so close to yours again, so close you feel the rush of his breath on your cheek. 

Your knees feel weak again, and you close your eyes, pushing forward in an attempt to skew his balance. 

What the hell is happening to you? 

“Faster, the fire is still weak! It must rage!” the Hashira says, grinning like a madman now, and where once you enjoyed the path of learning and reaching your full potential, now his attitude brings forth an ache that confuses you and leaves you anxious.

Even so. Your blades sing against each other as you lunge back in a high jump, landing in a lowered stance with one palm braced against the earth. Your uniform is wet on your back, and you’re closer to your breaking point than you've ever been.

But the thought of disappointing him, now that feels unbearable. So you do what you always do: you push yourself more, more, harnessing all your strength into one melting core, bathing your heart in it and firing up your veins. 

You attack.

He laughs outright. “Not bad, but—” Your swords clash, fiercer than before. “I know you can do better, and you can be faster.”

“I’m doing all I can!” you yell, at the end of your tether now. It’s not the first time, nor will it be the last. But he takes no offense, he never does, and that's one of the things you appreciate about him. “But you—you make it impossible! You always want more, even if you know I’m not ready for it!”

It must be the fire rushing through you that has you speaking this way, daring to say such words despite knowing full well what you were in for, when you accepted to become his successor. 

“Wait until you’re ready, and you will never improve!” the Flame Hashira throws back.

A growl leaves your throat as you fall back then speed towards him again, trying the Second then the Third form in succession sloppily but you’re past caring. 

Your arms feel as though they will tear and your bones might splinter as you crash against his unwavering stance, and you meet his scarlet-gold gaze as he speaks softly, his voice imbued with warmth: “You can surpass the impossible. I believe in you.” 

Your eyes widen, that damned ache ringing through your body like a weakening poison and—

For one split second, your stance weakens, and you’re thrown back, losing your balance and falling heavily onto the ground. 

Rengoku stares down at you, tilting his head to the side with a strange look on his face as he sheathes his katana. 

Your vision sways, your lungs might burst. You barely clutch at the helping hand extended to you, aiding you to your feet. He grasps your shoulders. “What happened there just now? Your focus melted like wax.”

“I…” You can’t look him in the eye. His hands on you diffuse heat, permeating through your clothing. It feels good. It scares you. “I don’t… know.”

“Tomorrow, again,” he says, releasing you. “Please do better. Remember we’re doing this for you, but foremost for the people.”

“Understood,” you murmur, biting back tears as you watch him walk away.

Midnight has arrived when you end your reverie, thinking about that emotion that took root in your body and spirit, growing stronger as time passed. And you never dared tell him, never dared facing it nor can you explain why. You take a deep breath, leaned with your arms folded on the edge of the bed, your forehead resting on them. You never told him, and now… 

And now with each day I’m losing hope.

Your shoulders are shaking, and your eyes sting. There is no one else here but you and him, the long chamber of empty beds the only witness to your breakdown. 

You’re so absorbed by despair, you don’t perceive the faint movement, or the hand gently placed on your head.

“... Why are you crying?”

You choke on a silent sob, blinking in shock at the low, throaty voice, broken with disuse. Slowly, you raise your head.

He's staring at you, a bleak smile on his lips, and you're utterly, incomprehensibly frozen.

“You… you’re awake?” It feels like the dumbest of questions: your body knows the truth before your mind catches up. 

“That… depends. Are you really here?” he asks in turn. 

You nod, biting on your lower lip and wiping your eyes with your sleeve. “Yes, yes I am.”

The smile wavers for a moment as he grimaces in pain. “Oh, I see. Then… it seems… you’re not rid of me yet.”

All the gods in all the world couldn’t keep the emotions flooding you at bay, and you shake your head as warm tears flow down your face. 

PART II

[princeblue]

Do you think Ubuyashiki is well liked by the fandom without people realizing how he literally employed children into battles making use of their trauma?

Hmm, interesting question because I feel like if I say yes I’m basically inferring that the entirety of the kny and/or kagaya Stan’s are stupid people, which is not a fair or valid generalization to make.

But, I do not often see people critiquing Kagaya, so I feel like it may be due to something along the “not realizing” lines.

Because at the end of the day? Kagaya isn’t really better than Muzan. He and Muzan are not parallels, they are mirrors. On one side of the mirror, you see a leader rule with fear, on the other side of the mirror, you see the leader rule with… grace, let’s put it like that.

And when you really look into Muzan’s character, he doesn’t plainly state that he wants to turn everyone to demons, or to rule the world. I’m sure it’s in the back of his mind, but it’s not something he establishes as what he wants, what he Does establish is wanting the blue spider Lilly to walk into the sun again. To be this perfect, healthy, ultimate lifeform.

And similarly enough? Kagaya is not saying he wants to rid the world of demons like other characters, he’s not saying hes wanting to save the world, he is not saying he wants to purge the world of demons for the greater good.

He wants to break the curse on his family, for himself.

And I don’t blame him for it! I would too! But Kagaya is seen as giving runaways a home, as giving orphans somewhere warm to be. Giving the lost a path. And he really, and truthfully does not do that. Sure, for Gyomei he does. But everyone else is brought in through another corps member that is not Kagaya.

So I don’t really understand why he’s regarded so highly by the hashira (excluding Gyomei and the Rengoku family as generational hashira) because he truthfully does not do anything of value.

Which, interestingly enough, Tanjirou himself states that he feels like he’s been placed under a magical spell in his presence. Which leads me to think he had some very thin remaining demon blood, but that’s besides the point.

The point is Muzan & Kagaya are self serving, everything they want is “my, me, mine.”

Muzan makes this known in a much more crude way, while Kagaya is playing this valiant front. He more than likely knows the system he has in place is flawed, that it is critically endangering the strength of the core, but he’s driven by desperation and hatred deep down inside. Which clouds his judgment or, makes him not care as deeply as he should.

There are multiple different ways which would more than likely have a higher success rate at not only strengthening and doubling their members, but decreasing the amount of dead children at his doorstep. (And I’d be happy to ramble about this in a different ask because I love world building.)

He could have placed demon slayers around the Tokitou residence to ensure their safety as Amane tried to coax them away and to the warrior life.

But he doesn’t and he didn’t, perfectly breaking Muichirou and molding him to be this lifeless puppet who is fueled by rage when he can remember and then taking the children who survive final selection who’s trauma is now doubled and worsened, making them reckless and drastic in battle, with only the rare few surviving long enough to either become experienced or a hashira.

But, the thing is, Kagaya sympathizes with them.

“I’ve been hurt by demons too, I’ve lost my loved ones to demon too, I hate demons too, I want demons gone too.”

Which turns into: “give your life for the cause, save those you couldn’t save before, fight for it all to be ended, fight for me.”

And the process repeats with Kagaya showing characters a molecule of sympathy and kindness and feeding into their trauma fueled ambition.

Tldr: I think it’s very easy to fall under this assumption that Kagaya is a good character because that’s the point, he’s supposed to be written in a way that makes you sympathize with him, to make you understand his want’s and needs, especially as he deteriorates in health. But again, that is the point because that’s exactly hah the hashira + corps member also believe.

But also, sometimes people just like morally gray characters, and that’s okay too! I personally am a big fan of morally gray characters. And I think Kagaya is an excellent example of that, because he can fool you too.

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This was a bit of a messy response, I’ve had a rough day and I’m trying to distract myself. But I hope that you and everyone else were still able to follow along, thanks for the ask anon<3

[awoogayanderes]

A KISS TO REMEMBER

➪ request : “Hi!! Can I request HCs of sharing a first kiss with Muichiro and Mitsuri from kny? I am obsessed with the latest season! Have you seen it already?”

➪ other notes : yes i’ve seen it ! it was genuinely amazing, i’m so happy they did it justice because it was as beautiful from the manga, i can’t wait for next season, i also haven’t written for kny in such a long time omg, non edited

Muichiro Tokito :

- you’d definitely have to play a big role in his life, struggling with his memory issues

- that is until he regains his memory after his encounter with gyokko ( and the tanjiro effect, yes it’s real. )

- so when you visit him in the hospital, you didn’t have much hope of him actually remembering you, getting used to his coldness

- “y/n ?” muichiro calls out for you, his eyes bright, full of life, something you hadn’t seen anytime before

- after he gets discharged, he’s more lively around you, remembering everytime you put up with him even when he was stubborn

- your first kiss happens when you’re both sitting on a log in a field of flowers

- it comes out of nowhere, not calculated on either party, you just lean in and it happens like most first kisses as a teenager

- it’s soft, despite his lips being slightly chapped, but the kiss is also light, you can almost not feel it at all

- when you pull away, you just blankly stare at each other as his face is coated in red

- “is this what people call dating,” muichiro asks, still slightly confused on the term shinobu had explained to him earlier

- that’s the only reason why he got the guts to do it, knowing that it could ruin your friendship

- 8/10 overall experience, despite so much frustration, in the end it was worth the wait

Mitsuri Kanroji :

- she’s literally my favorite character and hashira in demon slayer, she’s my wife fr

- i think she starts to develop genuine feelings when you show her kindness and patience, not judging her for the amount she eats or her body

- this starts out in a restaurant as you lovingly watch mitsuri eat joyously, a light pink already coating her cheeks

- “do you want anymore y/n ?” mitsuri asks, holding out her chopsticks in case she needed to feed you some of her food

- once she’s done, you both chat of whatever comes to mind, a tradition you both have established to spend more time together

- you both don’t realize when you’re getting closer, just wanting more of each other without actually saying it out loud

- there’s a pause of silence until mitsuri closes her eyes and envelops you into a kiss

- her kiss is passionate but also soft, lips gracefully but carefully glazing over yours, it’s not messy, rather delicate

- as you both pull away, you notice her face has become crimson red rather than its usual pink

- “i apologize if i startled you but you’re just so kind and lovely with me,” mitsuri sputters out nervously making you smile with love

- she’s literally been debating doing this for months on end, it wasn’t just a spur of a moment, she’s wanted this for so long

- 10/10 overall experience, she’s literally full of love, any rating lower would be criminal

[fiddlepot]

You know guys, I really don't like some fanon interpretations all that much when it comes to kokushibo in specific

ive noticed a lot of the time he's deemed possessive, which is cool and all but the way it's executed will either seem rapey, codependent, or straight up abusive in a "romantic he means well" way. And that's the case for most kny men and i've seen it especially with self inserts in mind, lmfao.

That's not to say that canon-divergent interpretations are invalid. My say isn't the end all be all and it would be straight up ignorant/arrogant to say otherwise, for I am 1. only an adult on paper, and 2. one of billions of people on this big oxygen rock bubble we call planet earth. So.. to whom this may concern, If I don't like it, I don't finish reading it. I'm only complaining because there is a very small amount of content that caters to my tastes on this platform and nothing else.

anyway I'm gonna get rambley now so idk brace yourselves.

When it comes to the topic of possessiveness, especially with Kokushibo, I don't see a lot of people look too deeply into the why. It's just the what, and then behaviors that I personally find confusing. There are a few reasons why the trait "possessive" could work based off of his upbringing at the cost of concerning undertones.

becoming used to or accustomed to humanity again (a lot of ships/x reader works start and end with cracking that shell or finding a catalyst, and so are out of character/canon by default if not handled with that aspect in mind) and not wanting that to be taken away

His inferiority complex stemming from his past with yoriichi, or his childhood being based in who is powerful and most likely to succeed and who isn't

A sense of control and wanting to control (see, wanting to control his fate by becoming a demon or his assertiveness in sustaining the hierarchy)

With this in mind, his behaviors would proooobably, give or take be quite different from stalking since all of these factors are a stretch on their own. Like a lot of other traits he has, this aspect would be multifaceted and multi-layered as well because different factors constitute different lessons to be learned, and therefore different reactions.

Let's start with this: A lot of people forget that Kokushibo didn't grow up around love. We misconstrue Yoriichi's relationship with their mother for Kokushibo going through the same, but it was quite the opposite.

Their father was solely focused on the rate of success and nothing else. If you weren't strong or weren't interested in fighting, you were neglected while your brother received proper training, food, education, and overall treatment. Yoriichi might have been able to better develop emotional intelligence and empathy because he grew up with his mother, who very apparently seemed to care for him a great deal if she gave him a good luck charm while he was thought to be deaf. Kokushibo was never taught this. He saw how his brother was treated and was instead given the message that love and favor was conditional—which is why he was able to make the choice so easily to leave his wife and children when he learned Yori became a demon slayer.

Now factor in him becoming a demon and easily killing thousands in his 400+ year lifespan, and his humanity and capacity for reflection is close to none.

To him, based off of his upbringing alone, hierarchy is order, and control is the path to it. Centuries of serving muzan only adds to that mindset. So it makes sense as to why, as upper 1, he would have the least humanity left—he wasn't looking for love, he was looking for greatness because there was favor to be found in greatness, and power as well. That's why him and Yoriichi butt heads. When yoriichi says fighting to him is pointless and he'd rather play games, Michikatsu finds games stupid because he most likely never had the time for them. Not to mention, having a power as great as his brothers and casting it to the side/deeming it pointless would've pissed him off because strength meant everything if there were rewards to come out of it. It's like seeing someone with extreme wealth go "actually money doesn't buy happiness."

So.. With that part of his psychology in mind, how does it affect his behaviors? I believe he would be "possessive" in a more unconventional way. The message to be received is that sufficient power breeds respect and order. So if we crack the shell of his callousness and allow him room for humanity (much like sanemi did when allowing him to see what a monster he became), what do we have? He won't instantly become healthy. he's been conditioned for centuries to have the mindset he does—what will one moment do to untangle that mess? He's internalized what he's been taught over and over again. No doubt that should be applied to his love life.

Essentially, I think it would take a long ass time for him to "learn" and develop but I've found many people arent willing to explore that side of him. so i will with an upcoming project I'll (for the time being) call "Virtue"

happy new year by the way.

[ruakichan]

So I tried out Tokyo Debunker. tl;dr: LOL that's how much?

I'm not really into otome/joseimuke cause I don't dig the self-insert/dating/tropey cast of boy characters aspect, so I appreciate that this game allows you to set a name for the heroine that isn't your IGN. Allowed me to enjoy the story as its own thing. And the story is about the most positive thing I can say.

It's basically TWST but with horror, and where I had bounced hard off TWST's story and cast, the world presented here is interesting and most of the characters are charming. ...Although some are gratuitous expies of characters from other franchises. The blond screaming kid is basically that blond screaming kid from KNY, and he even has the same voice actor lol (edit: nope the guy just sounds like shimono) I keep expecting him to break out with some amazing power when he's asleep, and it'll have some of the best art in the game lol. But ignoring the ...homages..., I really enjoyed TD's tale, and that's what's keeping me going. There's also some fujobait teasing between the various boys; I straight up lol'd at a card you can get in VIP that is of two of them having a cigarette kiss.

The game looks mediocre and out of date, even by my lenient standards, though it's fully voice acted with a talented cast (JP) and story beats are highlighted by manga-esque cut scenes to supplement the talking heads VN visuals. But the character art is crude and simple (probably to make the live2d easier), most of the designs uninspired, and the GUI a confusing mess.

Battle system is just a chibi battler with some music stages (lol), but I appreciate you can skip battles straight from the get-go, which is probably why they didn't bother with the graphics. The game also has an idle clicker base (though without the clicking), which is where you do the majority of your leveling and mat grinding (ie: it's done passively). There's (not live) PVP, but it's like pvp in dressup games. Looks like there's a guild raid boss open during certain times of the day. Guild system itself is eh. There just really is no actual, engaging gameplay.

The monetization is fucking hilarious. I am not one who flinches at spending, but holy hell this game is disgustingly offensive in not only the bazillion ways they monetize, but the cost. They have numerous USD100+ packages, things costing thousands of the diamond currency for progress (locked behind their own gacha), and a mixed summon pool that is less than half characters, with a total 1% ssr rate to pull gear cards or character cards--with gear having higher individual pull rates (you will be more likely to pull gear than a character). Pity for a character is 500, no banner carry over. Absolutely bonkers in this day and age. The ways to spend also include a VIP, sub VIP, weekly and monthly passes, tiered purchases, timed purchases, repeat purchases, rebate purchases... just LOL. I've played f2p games for over a decade, and I've never seen such an egregious amount of microtransactions.

Absolute cash grab. The moment I can't progress in the story due to paywall is when I'll uninstall. Really too bad since I am enjoying the story, and I'd like to know more about the cast (I regret getting the one who visually appealed to me as my starter card cause this pure, earnestly dense kid is smashing me in the face with his moe).

Anywho. Try, but don't spend. If you already play TWST, this is TWST at home but with demons and ghosts. Its troubled development history really shows, and I'd be shocked if it lasts a year. Would make a fun, brainless anime or manga though.

[rosachinensis]

Did I just made a KNY OC ? Yes, I did.

So, behold Aimi! I've been wanting to draw my KNY OC for the longest time, but I hold it in because I thought ; All of the OCs that I planned out in 2016 is not something that I should publish. So, she has been in 3 surgeries, more or less. I've changed her name for like... idk, 4 times?

But at least now she's here. With a fanfiction book on the way!

֙⋆ Aimi's facts and Taisho rumours are down here 𓄹 ࣪ ִֶָ 

! SPOILER FREE !

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「GETTING TO

KNOW AIMI」

Her favourite food is salmon ramen. She always have it in winter and rainy days!

Her name Kanji is '愛美', but she often write the 'Mi' as '実'.

Her birthday is on 22 March because her surname is 'Ohitsujiza', meaning 'Aries'.

She's the one who came up with the surname for her and her mentor.

The braid on top of her head was made out of her real hair but is detachable. It's like hairband/headband.

She called her hairstyle as 'squid hair'.

She once killed a demon because it accidentally cut her front side hair to a messy cut, and she didn't like it. Before she got the squid hair, people often questioned her hair and she only answered them with, "Once, I go to a bad hairstylist. It was really bad so I decided to leave in the middle of the process."

Did they believe it? Some are but some are not.

She's just too lazy to re-tell the whole story to them, so she made one up

She always feel sad if people forgot about her, but Aimi herself tends to forget a bunch of things about other people. She always tries to remember it tho! That's why she kept a book called, "Open this book if you forget about things."

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「ABOUT HASHIRA AND OTHERS」

Mitsuri and Aimi are foodies. The first person who get to taste Aimi's cookings is always Mitsuri.

She thought that Shinobu is quite hard to reach and have a conversation with. Aimi always felt nervous around her.

Aoi and Kanao on the other hand, always kind to her, so she have no problem with them or the triplets!

She didn't like Inosuke because he's loud. Like... Really loud.

Tanjiro is a bestie for eternity. She always said to him, "This world need more of people like you." Whenever he does something nice to her.

Nezuko is a baby! And she loves her so much. Both of them likes to talk about absolutely everything.

She likes Zenitsu... If, he's in quite mode.

Aimi said that she likes talking to Giyuu. He's that type of friend that will listen to your rant and vent quitely. He's the best person to approach if you just want to be heard.

Obanai... No comment. Aimi and him are just acquaintance.

Gyomei too. He's a good guy, but they're just not in the same vibe area.

And Tengen is just out of her reach. Their humour did not match...

Rengoku? He's like her big brother! She often comes to him whenever she needs suggestions.

She likes to tease Genya! He always blush madly whenever she sit next to him. It's cute to see!

But Sanemi... He reminds her of someone at home. She didn't really like him, but she doesn't hate him either. So I can say, he's just not bad but not good to her rating.

Aimi always goes to Muichiro for peace. She often tails him wherever he goes. Mui himself does pay her no mind and often forgot who she was and ask her why's she following him everywhere. She explain it patiently though, but with tears.

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Also! I've made her character theme too, you can hear it on my telegram channel for full audio! Under a post with the same drawing

Also, she a far from perfect character and of course have her own opinions about things. I do hope people did not see her as an annoying type of character tho! ୧( “̮ )୨✧

[curestardust]

Dust Watched: Kimetsu no Yaiba: Hashira Geiko-hen

Genres: Shounen, Fantasy, Action, TW: blood, gore (the usual) // 8 episodes // S01 (x) | S02 (x) | S03 (x) | S04 (x)

Figures two shows I want to watch decide to air at the same time when my concentration is completely shot.

✧  story  ✧

I'm fairly sure I mentioned this in one of my previous reviews but I always felt like KNY needed more filler. I know that's basically a crime to say as filler in general as seen as lazy and a waste of time but I disagree. They serve as breaks in the marathon that is the main story, let's us digest the previous events and prepare us for the next arc while also giving us some character focus and funny moments.

Now... making an *entire* season a filler is certainly a bold move.

The "Hashira Training Arc" is exactly as it sounds. Besides the last episode, this (quite short) season takes us through the Hashiras through Tanjiro's training with them. It's a very obvious set-up for the soon-to-come final big ending, with us getting a look at the rest of the Demon Slayer Corps, the Hashiras relationships, Tanjiro's current power level, and something being set-up with Zenitsu (Inosuke is just vibing).

Then the final episode sets up the next arc which will be coming out as a movie trilogy. Please tune in for my next review in 2050! (I love you Ufotable but please.....)

✧  characters  ✧

I'm actually in the camp that this season should've been longer because we could've spent more time with some of the Hashiras but I'm sure they'll get the time to shine later.

We did get the backstory for the Stone Hashira and WOW, everyone he loved was killed by a demon! Crazy! (I deadass don't count this as spoiler as all out of 1 Hashira so far has this exact same backstory.)

Tanjiro being more confident in himself was nice to see and I'm really itching to know what the hell Zenitsu was doing but if he finally escapes the comedic relief jail and is allowed to kick ass while actually awake, that'll be a huge win.

The final episode was absolutely crazy good btw. [Spoiler] showing up out of nowhere and doing THAT, what [Spoiler] did and how even [Spoiler] found it crazy despite being a demon was.... WHEEEWWW. Great episode.

✧  art  ✧

Okay, we all know that the animation is the usual 10/10 from Ufotable, especially with the shorter runtime but PLEASE.

I know you guys are proud of your 3DCG environments but [Spoiler]'s entrance in the final episode with him literally walking taking 3 minutes and the camera spazzing out, spinning, flickering literally looked like this meme and I could NOT take it seriously.

✧  sound ✧

Fantastic as usual.

✧  overview ✧

Honestly I understand people who're pissed at this season. We did wait 1 whole year for essentially a filler arc. I really think it was needed as the rest of this adaptation is going to be a straight marathon til the end but yeah, I get it. I just hope I'll live to see Ufotable fully adapt this manga to the end.

My Rating: 7.8/10

[rinskazuu]

rating record of ragnarok characters /10, because i can.

DISCLAIMER: i’m only rating the characters based off what the manga & anime has portrayed. i’ve done little to no research on these people themselves, which is why i don’t condone anything immoral that they’ve done. this was written before the release of chapter 73+

a/n: i think i wanna do this for every anime + genshin & val. PLS WATCH IT & LMK IF YOU GUYS LIKE IT. also i dont care abt grammatical and/or punctual errors, this is a shit post

MANGA SPOILER WARNING!!

THOR: first of all, he’s so fucking hot. his smile caught me so off guard tho, i kinda just stood there watching the screen, baffled. not much character to him, he’s just hot. 7/10

LU BU: i’m chinese, i literally feel so happy when i see chinese characters. biased, but definitely a plus. he, just like thor, has little to no character. first character i called hot, is hot, but there are hotter characters. (what, i am not talking abt hermes wdym?) 7/10

HERMES: 10/10. no explanation. my man right there. i literally scream & cream every time i see him. why is he so fine. not a single panel or clip where he looks bad. pls eat me out, sir i beg. i will serve you. ONE CHANCE. JUST ONE?? i’m in love with him. who needs real men or women when hermes.

GOLL: she is SO ANNOYING. her eng & jp voice are both annoying asl. she’s that one character, that exists in mostly every anime, used to explain background info & battle info on other characters. brunhilde is too nice on her. she reminds me of when i first saw yachi (haikyuu) on screen. yachi, too, was annoying. but i grew to love her🫶. 1/10

BRUNHILDE: SHES SO HOT. ATE. SHE ALDNAHDISKZ. yeah, what else is there to say? 8/10

APHRODITE: she truly lives up to her version in the greek mythology. hottest woman/goddess alive. ate. her boobs, i want to squish them & bury my face in them. WHEN IS IT MY TURN TO HOLD THEM? 8/10

ZEUS: idgaf what anyone says, he’s not hot. not even his younger self. he looks like mirio (mha) turned netero (hxh). love his character tho. the eyes scared me at first. he’s hilarious. 5/10

ADAM: my friend, the one who recommended snv to me, told me he’d be more my type. he was, minus the fact that’s he literally butt fucking naked. nice ass cheeks tho. def pretty boy, his wife is hot too. i want her more😋. his line abt fighting for his children made me cry. should’ve won. i say, let hermes be uncleless & fatherless. 7/10

POSEIDON: he was fs the blueprint for adam. anywho, yk hes fine. SOOO FINE. meowing for him. he doesn’t beat hermes tho. nobody beats hermes. well, look wise at least. it was rlly hard choosing who to root for in this fight. that’s a lie, i was always on humanity’s side. sad he died:( 9/10. -1 for being a little, arrogant, narcissistic, egotistical bitch. 8/10

SASAKI KOJIRO: see, zeus coulda been hot like him at that old age. man aged like fine wine. character was a W. hot, determined, good character, funny. what else can you want from a man? 8/10

HERACLES: disappointed. so disappointed. he looked better in the disney ver. this fight was so boring for me. you’re telling me i’m supposed to watch the fight instead of ogling at hot characters? no. character was okay. 6/10

JACK THE RIPPER: massive L. not supporting a murderer. next. 0/10

SHIVA: hot from the beginning. 4 arms? do what you want to me, sir. 3 WIVES? tengen (kny), is that you bro?😭 anywho, he’s cocky, def my type irl LMAO. i wouldn’t let that slide tho.. his wives are hot too😋 8/10

RAIDEN TAMEEMON: i paid very little attention to this fight. don’t remember his backstory too well (i read this fight not even 24 hours ago btw). not that good looking, not ugly either. i liked his character, upset he took 3 of shiva’s arms. why 3? why not 2? he got 1 arm left. 4/10

BUDDHA: THATS MY GOD RIGHT THERE. ate. i’m not religious, and neither are my family, but they are buddhist, so by default, i am too. i personally think buddhism is the best religion, but we’re not gonna get into that. i have very valid reasons btw. love his personality, love his looks. massive W. ofc he fights for humanity. he’s a walking W. 9/10

ZEROFUKU: precious. definition of deserved better. what made me sad, is how he was written during the fight. he’s consistently hitting, with little to no strategy. his backstory is sad, but his battle exp was written poorly. also the random ass monster possessing took me tf out. 7/10

HADES: fine ass mf. he’s so different from how he’s usually portrayed, both look & personality wise. the first W netflix has pulled. he’s hot and responsible? persephone, we can share him babes. also, the relationship between him & poseidon made me SOB. like actually. hurt so bad i made an angst edit. 9/10

QIN SHI HUANG: first off, i don’t do research on my own ethnicity’s history. i didn’t even know who tf lu bu was. my family knew tho. with that aside, PROUD TO BE CHINESE❗️ he’s so fine. SO FINE. the way his character was written, was wonderful. i loved the fight between him & hades. the tension & the lengths they went to try & win. 9/10

BEELZEBUB: his backstory was so tragic. what i didn’t like, was how they rushed his & lilith’s story. like, they kinda randomly said i love you to each other. i’d love to see their adventures tgt. lilith, leave that emo thing, and come be w me. he’s fine too. i rlly like how they introduced him. 8/10

NIKOLA TESLA: i don’t have much of an opinion on him. very chatty, which i don’t actually mind. i guess we’ll have to wait for more chapters to release before i form an opinion on him. 5/10

ODIN: the hair bro. THE HAIR. i keep forgetting he exists, but i’m not his biggest fan. not bad, but i prefer his sons. i do like the theory of him being a traitor. he looks the part. 5/10

LOKI: honestly, i liked him a lot in the beginning, but now, it’s like he’s kinda on the side. cute & hot. thor is the better brother tho. speaking of, how tf are they even brothers? moving on, i like his personality. i like his shocked, mixed w angry, facial expressions more. 7/10

ARES: the hair again. very stylish, i do like it, but it took me out. walking around looking like a school girl. i don’t like how he tries to be a know-it-all w hermes, when he literally relies on him for info. but that’s my man for you. his expressions are SO WELL. 6/10

ADAMAS: i was awfully confused, at first, when there were 3 older brothers to zeus. usually, it’s just hades, poseidon & zeus. not his biggest fan, his character was rushed. 4/10

BONUSES

JESUS: i was very happy to see jesus. i’m not sure why, i just was. why is he the only character, THAT LOOKS LIKE THEMSELVES? 9/10

LU BU SIMP AGENCY: 10/10. i don’t need to say anymore. W cheng gong. love that man.

FORSETI: what a loser. he was so annoying. 2/10

EVE: mother? mommy? whatever. MEOW. 9/10

SASAKI SIMP AGENCY: love them as well. 10/10. walking Ws all around.

i don’t think i’m missing anyone, am i?

[kyojurismo]

Hello! Can I have a Shinobu trusting a demon for the first time who wants revenge and kill doma because he turned them into a demon and forced them to eat his family??

▸ ANSWERING. okay anon, here it is! i have a few things to clarify tho, first i went in a different direction from the one with which i started writing this piece and i don’t know if it’s for the best or not… second, it was implied that there was something between shinobu and r, but i focused on the revenge part. i hope you’ll like it anyway, even if maybe you imagined it differently. thank u for sending the request !! ♡

▸ INTRO. a demon slayer and a demon seeking revenge on an upper moon come across each others. (explained better in the request itself hehe)

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. shinobu kocho x gn!demon reader

▸ WORD COUNT. 949

▸ RATING. sfw

▸ WARNINGS. major kny manga spoilers !! & it’s probably angsty, mention of kanae kocho, brief appearance of kanao, douma is just mentioned lol. reader wants to end their life (so if that makes you uncomfortable don’t read, i don’t want u to get triggered !!), no beta readers so excuse any possible error pls + lemme know if i missed something

“good evening. what a beautiful night, isn’t it?”

the demon slayer in front of you was different. she wasn’t strong, that’s for sure. but there was something else.

was she truly capable of killing you? years, many long years… you debated whether getting yourself killed by a demon slayer or trying to kill douma, the current upper rank two; all to set your tormented soul free.

you studied her for a few moments, before taking a few steps back. “i wonder now, how many people have you killed?” she asked you, confusing you. “why does it matter?” you said, glancing at her tiny figure. “because you’ll receive the punishment you deserve and be reborn! all to give justice to your victims,” she explained.

you thought about her words for a moment, before deciding to try to reason with her.

“i want to give my victims justice, they deserve that, but i want justice too…” you tried, hoping you were convincing enough. after all, why should a demon slayer trust the words of a demon? “my dear, justice? what kind of justice are you seeking?” shinobu asked with a smile on her face, making you notice that she had been smiling the whole time.

“i know you don’t trust my words!” you assured her, regretting it right after the words left your mouth. “a demon from the twelve kizuki turned me, a long time ago… he forced me to eat my whole family, stating that he would have kept me alive only if i obeyed him.”

you told shinobu your story, you weren’t trying to convince her with futile details, you didn’t wanted her to feel compassion, you just wanted her to understand that you wanted to end your life just as much as a demon slayer desires to kill a demon.

shinobu listened very carefully to your words. your description of the demon who turned you made her lost her composure. it was him. the exact same demon who took kanae away from her.

the tension was clear, but shinobu seemed to have lost interest in killing you. on the contrary, she was focused on thinking about getting revenge on douma too.

she silently decided to trust you, going against everything she believed and respected with her whole self. going against the rules and shinobu kocho in the same sentence? unbelievable! but that was it, shinobu was trusting a demon for the first time in her life.

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shinobu organised everything, and she did an amazing job actually. she wasn’t the strongest above the hashiras, but she did knew what she was doing and was the smartest person you have ever met. you admired her.

“i want you to kill me with that poison you spoke about,” you said while watching her work. “oh? i see, you still want to die,” was she sad about your wish? “you’re helping me and i truly appreciate it, i know this is as important as it is for me. we’re here to put an end to this story, but i don’t want to be a demon for the rest of my life. i seek peace and that only death will satisfy my desire.”

shinobu listened to you and nodded slowly, letting your words sink in. during these months, you two bonded more than expected from her. you grew to trust each others and you both were mainly focused on one objective: douma.

after all, shinobu succeeded in trusting and befriending a demon. it even surprised tomioka, alongside everyone else in the demon slayer corps.

there was something stronger between you two, something that was probably above the simple friendship but neither of you decided to focus on it.

and whatever was growing between you two came to an abrupt stop when she died, by the hands of none other than douma himself. shinobu tried to prepare both you and her tsukugo, kanao, to the possibility of her getting killed in order to make sure you’d be able to defeat douma.

thanks to another demon slayer, inosuke hashibira, you and kanao killed douma. you finally got your revenge, you were finally free. all the anger, the pain, the emptiness you have felt until that day was finally gone, but it was replaced by a strange feeling of sadness; something that you never experienced during your existence as a demon.

you and shinobu got revenge, but the one who truly deserved to live was the one who lost her life. and that was, without doubt, a cruel joke. that was the main reason why you didn’t wait to drink the special poison shinobu made for you. you couldn’t wait longer, you had to disappear from that world.

kanao was by your side the whole time, you noticed that she was crying for the first time since you had known her. you smiled at her for the last time. “go on with your life and make the most of it… do it for shinobu and kanae,” you muttered, starting to disappear and turn into dust.

you had a vision. no, they were flashbacks from your past, from your human life. you were laughing and enjoying your day with your family, all happily together… when a familiar voice called your name. you turned around and saw a figure, then you smiled once you recognised it was shinobu. she ran to you and hugged you, holding you close to her. your arms circled her petite figure and just then you noticed you were wetting her haori with your tears. you were crying.

“thank you, y/n! we did it,” she smiled, truly happy for the first time in a while, and you were too. happiness suited her beautifully.

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated! thank you for reading it all, as always i’m super insecure about my work so um yeah… hope you enjoyed it, have a good day / night ♡

[demoiselettes]

BRAIN ROT BRAIN ROT!!!

This is mostly a little based of a fanfic I read a long time ago from wattpad (I was baby and didn’t know anything else existed shut up) so it’s a modern kny but with a little twist, due to a demon’s blood demon art the slayer where transported into the modern world one by one and (for plot purposes) into the reader’s home. Keep that in mind

So just imagine, the hashiras and the main cast all have been transported into the reader’s home. The cast is mostly just lounging around as due to their unfamiliarity with the modern world, they can’t go outside without causing a ruckus, and due to the pop culture nature of dressing up and having demons in stories, they’ve been restricted to only going outside, so they don’t get mixed up, at night to hunt the demons that have also been transported into the modern world.

But their entire presence puts reader in a tight spot. They’ve used their emergency money to buy extra food and clothes for the slayers who came here. They’ve had multiple heart attacks when some of the slayers did something out of the ordinary of the modern world, and almost got in trouble with the police when metal detectors caught the slayers swords. Now reader has not said anything about this as they feel bad about the positions the slayers are in, they believe the slayers when they say their are from the past as when the reader asked them if they were aware of World War II and they responded no that said everything, as japan had a large prideful participation in World War II. So reader has been working their butt off to provide for the slayers until they get they get the jist of the modern world and find a way back home.

Reader is talking with Giyu on the side about questions of the modern world he has. Him being the last few slayers who where transported here so he needs this. When asking about how housing works (cause how do people live in the city with those buildings) the topic of rent comes up. Reader explains how rent works and says “for example if I rent out my house I would ask 100 or maybe 200$ as payment from the renty” when further explaining rent Giyu becomes paler and paler. The next day Giyu goes out on his own, reader does not mind this as Giyu is more calmer compared to some of the other slayers and is a quick learn of the few things of the modern era so they don’t think about it much. Nobody does anything about Giyu leaving. Soon he’s leave at certain times. One day tanjiro comes up to Giyu in private to ask what he’s doing. Giyu mentions that he has work now. Tanjiro question this and Giyu explains rent to him. Tanjiro is confused why Giyu is explaining rent. Giyu then questions tanjiro who has been paying for at least 15 people from their own wallet. After a quick silence Tanjiro becomes deathly pale and quickly asks Giyu how to get a job (how dare he and nezuko leech of the reader and their money while they lounge around trying to learn stuff they can learn later, they’ve reached the lowest of the low and now they must pay them back for it) Giyu got a job delivering food as he’s good with directions and very very fast. Yes his social skills are terrible but he gets the job done the best way possible which boost the ratings of the restaurant as customers get their food neat and warm. He’s gotten raises for that. Tanjiro soon get a job as a cashier along with nezuko, who more content with staying outside of her box with the thick clothing the modern era had (also a pink mask with Sanrio characters on it looks adorable on her) as they also stay inside for their job it makes it easier to stay out of the sun. They also do not mention the job they have in fear reader might stop them.

A week rolls around and Friday comes around. Some slayers are reading about history, some are watching tv, some are watching the world go by from the window, like zenitsu who is picking at the noise canceling headphones he got from the reader, he loves them but he’s not used to them yet. And some slayers are doing chores. Giyu comes up to the reader along with tanjiro when everyone is in the room. (That man cannot read the room and tanjiro with nezuko just followed) Giyu hands reader an yellow envelope a says it’s rent. Tanjiro does the same thing and says he’s paying for both him and nezuko. The reader declines at first but tanjiro takes the lead by mentioning that the reader has done a lot for them and the least they can do is give back the money the reader has used on them and leave the reader stable when they leave this world. Giyu also mentions the definition of rent as well. The reader gives in and takes the money. Giyu paid 200$ along with tanjiro but the reader gives back a 100$ back to tanjiro as they feel bad and tell him to use that money on things they want when exploring the world. Giyu and tanjiro question this and the reader drags them outside to show them leave the room along with Giyu and tanjiro. The room goes silent. Soon Mitsuri starts to yell and fumble and drops the romance book she was reading and rushes outside to at least find a why to get money, obanai following. Shinbou ( she’s fucking pissed at Giyu) mentions to Kaneo and Aoi to follow along and they do, knowing what they have to do. Zenitsu bolts outside in fear of being in debt.( he’s not really but he feels like he is) soon everyone in the room follows. Semani yelling at genya that he’s not paying for the both of them. And yes they are mad a Giyu, not tanjiro tho

While the reader, tanjiro and Giyu go to the nearest ice cream parlor to get some ice cream. Reader encourages tanjiro to get ice and he does. They all get ice cream. This makes tanjiro excited to explore more when he gets a day off. It’s was nice ice cream they had a nice time Giyu got beat up when he got home

:D

… you really thought this through huh

It’s fucking funny bc i imagine reader coming back home after an arduous day of work and wanting nothing more than to crash on their bed and then come back to an entire entourage of cosplayers or whatever lounging around their living room and they wonder if they accidentally got high off something

And you know that half of these guys (sanemi, Obanai, Kyojuro and even Giyuu) would surge forward to skewer reader with their swords thinking reader’s a demon or something and it’s Tanjiro that catches onto the very human scent of our lovely reader (u guys, basically) and it’s the face off between Sanemi & Giyuu again bc Tanjiro doesn’t hesitate a second before putting himself in between reader and the crazy dudes and taking the beating instead 💀

Out of eveyone Giyuu would be more concerned and guilty about what happened and he’d yell at Tanjiro.. out of concern of course. And reader’s stuck to the back watching a bunch of strangers that are too enthusiastic about their stage play trot around their house, asking questions about the tv, the microwave, and every electrical apparatus they see

Mitsuri, Shinobu, Nezuko and the other butterfly girls are the most docile ones and though they’re just as shaken up as the guys they can clearly see you’re completely shaken up as well and have not at all anticipated any of this. Shinobu would be the one to approach you first bc she’s apparently the only one who wants to figure out what is going on and make sense of the situation in a civilized manner that does not involve further traumatizing you, followed by a timid Mitsuri

Fast forward to reader giving them a half-assed explanation of the 21st century, Covid (scaring the shit out of almost all of them, except for Tengen. ‘Such a drab virus’ he exclaims.) and how the world works in modern times. In truth, reader leaves out a ton of explanations bc they cannot believe these guys are from the Taisho Era, reader thinks they are just messing around with them but is too tired to argue and in turn they get a description of a world where demons exist which pretty much confirms what reader already suspected: they are high off something

However within the next few days reader realizes that they are far too unaccustomed to modern technology and the way of life which honestly just horrifies them bc that means what they claimed was true. And so reader allows them to leave in their home (i will not mention the accommodation, just try to make sense that 10+ strangers are now in your house) and caters for their needs

And after that honeymoon phase reader realizes that they are becoming short on money to feed this many people (one of whom eats for 5 people) and yet reader’s become too attached to them and they lunatic ways to leave them to fend for themselves so they pick up another job, unbeknownst to everyone

Except the others (or at least Tanjiro and Zenitsu) begin noticing reader’s more than tired energy, the dark circles, the change in mental health for the worse and they tell Kyojuro + Giyuu about it. Giyuu decides to have a one on one with reader and the explanation that muffin gave above is granted to him, and now he’s on the hunt for jobs but it’s fairly hard for him without any prior working experience, but hey he’s survived as a slayer he can deal with an overbearing boss

With his new job (it can be anything i won’t elaborate), he begins saving up his own money and you don’t notice it when you’re busy catering for the others, but you spend less and less on him and for once he doesn’t feel like a burden, and although he assures Tanjiro he can provide for both him and Nezuko Tanji still gets a job and you best believe his work colleagues & boss are gonna be wondering why the fuck they saw a little girl with a sanrio mask coming out of a box

I think Zenitsu would whine a ton about going to work, but he’s got such a golden heart and he’d realized he’s been leeching off reader he’ll feel so bad :( mitsuri would single-handedly open a restaurant 💀

[qwardivior]

DEMON BUSTERS!— Zenitsu Agatsuma

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Alright! It’s been awhile since the previous ad campaign but it’s finally here! (Fun fact, this was supposed to be out in time for Zenitsu’s birthday but uh…. yea). This time we’re gonna talk about Zenitsu! If you’re new here, in short this is a modern kny au where people have been dying to demon attacks at alarming rates, so the Demon Slayer Corps went through a massive update and rebrand in the 1980s and now they’re called the Demon Busters!

You can view the previous installment here!

—LORE DUMP INCOMING!—

Zenitsu gets quite the bad rep in this au. As one of the most disliked busters, it’s safe to say the public isn’t impressed by his service. Instead of comforting victims he’s screaming along with them! Plus his sleeping habits are the worst! I mean what kind of professional falls asleep on the job?! When they’re supposed to be protecting you from man-eating demons no less?! In fact it seems like he only puts on his brave face around the girls (any of his attempts at being “cool” fall flat on the floor.) But he’s trying his best! Honest!!

Like in canon, Zenitsu never even wanted to be a Buster in the first place. The only reason why he’s here is because his adoptive grandfather Kuwajima Jigoro decided that minimum wage jobs were not gonna cut it after he racked up some pretty intense debt trying to please one of his exes. After successfully completing the final selection, you’d think he’d gain some self-confidence or a back bone but nope! He actively runs from danger and tries (and fails) to pick up any girl that looks at him for more than 5 seconds. Hell, he even tried his best to pick up Nezuko, according to her, until he got his act together that wasn’t happening! But there’s more to him than what meets the eye.

In this au Zenitsu is often paired up with Inosuke (much to his chagrin) due to Tanjirou and Nezuko’s status as “part time busters”. He also ends up becoming friends with Kanao as well. Him and Nezuko’s relationship also isn’t as one sided mostly due to Nezuko keeping her sense of self. They get to know each other, become friends, fight demons together, and hey, maybe that leads to something more. But the most important change in this au is that Zenitsu is more actively pushed to better himself. He’s essentially forced (encouraged) by his friends to keep up with them and stand on his own two feet. He stops panicking at the mere echo of a demon, and learns how to fight when he’s awake much sooner. And who knew that once he learned how to be a reliable buster and stopped panicking like it was his first day on the job that his rating would go up?! Shocker, right?

Of course, his new found popularity didn’t stop anyone from looking at him sideways when they’d heard that (allegedly) somebody he knew was giving out Buster secrets to the demons for free. Naturally, Zenitsu thought they were targeting Tanjirou at first, but he quickly learned that wasn’t the case after a couple of odd “demon” sightings an one arrest later. The mole wasn’t related to Tanjirou at all! It was…someone else he knew. Just the thought of it makes his blood run cold, no one would stoop so low as to do that right? And he’s such a talented buster too… oh well. There wasn’t much he could do about it now. He just hoped that he could keep the people closest to him safe and alive…

Also did you know? Zenitsu is the first of Tanjirou’s friends to meet his mom! (And subsequently, the rest of the Kamados. Their bakery’s Danish is absolutely superb by the way!)

(P.S.: Photographer’s note here! No, we couldn’t stop him from posing like that. He was insistent that we “get his good side for the ladies”…)

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Thanks for reading this lore dump! Despite all the ragging I did on him in this au, Zenitsu is actually one of my favorite characters and I honestly hated how he didn’t seem to get as much lasting character development throughout the manga as Tanjirou and Inosuke. I mean yeah, there was his fight in infinity castle, but throughout the plot nothing really changed for him. So in this au I wanted to correct that! I also wanted to make him and Nezuko’s ( eventual) romance more plausible and less weird. I know she eventually fell in love with him, but I really want to show that development now that Nezuko has a voice in this au. (Same for the other canon couples, but we’ll get to that later ;) ). As always thank you guys so much for your support on this silly au! See you guys in the next one!

[acacia-may]

Welcome Home [Obanai Iguro Fanfiction]

Story Description: After tragedy, Obanai Iguro returns to the Rengoku family's home for the first time in years to share a meal and reminisce about the boy and the family who changed his life. After all, Kyojuro always said, "Meals taste better with friends."

Fandom: Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Friendship, Grieving Together, Rengoku Family Adopts Iguro, Memories, Meals Taste Better With Friends, Sad and Sweet

Relationships: Obanai Iguro & Kyojuro Rengoku Friendship, Iguro and the Rengoku Family, Senjuro Rengoku, Mitsuri Kanroji, & Obanai Iguro Friendship, and Slight ObaMitsu.

Characters: Obanai Iguro (POV Character), Senjuro Rengoku, Mitsuri Kanroji, and Kyojuro Rengoku

Rating: T for Thematic Elements (Please see "Warnings" below for more details)

Warnings: Heavy Themes, Depictions of Grief, Discussion of Non-Depicted Death, Hints at Childhood Trauma. SPOILERS FOR the Mugen Train Arc/Ch. 66 & mild/vague spoilers for Ch. 188

Word Count: 2379

Link to original post on AO3. Please do not repost to another site.

(A/N: This is an older story of mine, but I'm on a bit of a Demon Slayer kick at the moment so I wanted to get all my KNY stories cross-posted to Tumblr).

Thank you for reading! 🍲

Iguro's steps felt heavy as he made his way around the familiar house. Very little had changed. It was almost as if he would come bounding out of one of the doorways any minute with a big smile on his face—throw an arm around him and reassure him this was all some kind of dream, a nightmare, and there wasn't anything to worry about.

Iguro's throat tightened, and he clenched his fist. It was stifling here—almost suffocating. The walls seemed to be closing in—shadows darkening the halls as if to say he wasn't welcome here. And maybe they were right. After all, he couldn't protect him, the one person who had always been there for him. When he had needed him most, he had been hundreds of miles away. If only he had stepped in, offered to take that mission on the Mugen Train himself… It should've been him who had died not Rengoku who brought so much joy and goodness into this world. It should've been Rengoku roaming these halls—bringing warmth into this home again—not Iguro darkening these doorways he never had any right to be in in the first place. Out of more kindness than he deserved, the Rengoku family had taken him in when he had nowhere else to go, but now, Kyojuro was gone and he was left in his place—standing where he had stood, walking the halls he had walked. He had no right.

Iguro swallowed hard. He didn't have time to think of such things now. He wasn't here for himself. He had stayed away for too long—far too pathetic to show his face here—but then he thought of Senjuro. He was too young and too gentle and had suffered much more than he deserved. Iguro wasn't the best with people so he wasn't sure he'd be much comfort, but he couldn't just leave him alone.

Iguro turned a corner and could hear voices in the garden. He stopped. Someone was here already. He caught a glimpse of pink hair, and his face softened. Kanroji-san. She was so kind—she had probably come here right away. Her arms were wrapped tightly around Senjuro, and she was gently stroking his hair almost maternally. Iguro could tell they had been crying together, but they seemed so peaceful now.

Kanroji was the far better person for this, Iguro thought, and he was about to turn and leave when a voice called out for him, "Oba...Iguro-san." Senjuro was walking towards him. His hair was much longer than when Iguro had seen him last, and he had grown much taller. Iguro swallowed. He looked so much like his brother.

"Iguro-san," exclaimed Kanroji standing up and wiping her eyes.

Iguro turned back to Senjuro. The boy's warm eyes were misty, but he was smiling slightly as he said, "I'm sorry I didn't hear you come in."

"I didn't mean to interrupt," Iguro answered looking off over Senjuro's shoulder. It was much harder to do these days. Soon Senjuro would be much taller than him.

"Not at all," reassured Senjuro shaking his head. "I'm glad that you're here…" He paused looking a bit flustered. "Well what I mean is…it's good to see you." Senjuro's smile widened. "Won't you sit down? We were just starting to eat."

Iguro thought of protesting, but the boy was so earnest so he sighed and took a seat next to him. "I brought this for you," he said holding out the covered dish in his hands.

"Oh, miso soup. Thank you," answered Senjuro brightly. "This will go wonderfully with the rice balls Kanroji-san brought." Iguro looked over at Kanroji who smiled slightly at him but looked away. It seemed they had had the same idea though he imagined the food she had prepared tasted much better than his.

"They didn't turn out as well as I had hoped, but I hope they're still okay," said Kanroji as her cheeks turned pink. "I had just been thinking about how Rengoku always loved when everyone ate together and…" Her voice grew tight and she stopped. She sniffled and wiped her eyes again. "I'm sorry, Senjuro. Here I am trying to comfort you, and I just keep crying." Senjuro reached out to take Kanroji's hand as his own eyes grew tearful again.

Something twisted in Iguro's chest. It was possible he had never felt so inadequate. Kaburamaru slithered around his neck and nuzzled Senjuro's cheek as if to do the comforting for him. Senjuro smiled and patted the snake's head.

"You should eat," suggested Iguro pouring a bowl of soup for Senjuro.

"Yes," agreed Kanroji turning to get some rice balls for him. "It might make you feel a little better."

Senjuro took the food so gratefully they might as well have given him gold instead of rice balls and some soup. "Thank you so much," he said. "You're both so kind." He turned and started to serve them as well. "Please have some yourself."

"Senjuro, this food is for you," explained Kanroji holding up her hands in protest, but Senjuro shook his head.

"Please. Let's eat together." He pushed the rice balls towards Kanroji, and his voice faltered, "My brother always said, 'meals taste better with friends.'"

Tears welled in Kanroji's eyes again. "He did say that, didn't he?" Her shoulders shook as she wiped her hand across her face. "And he was right," she added smiling through the tears that cascaded down her cheeks as she took a bite of a rice ball.

"Yes," Iguro answered quietly nodding in agreement as he poured soup for Kanroji. He rarely ate with people, but he had shared a meal with Rengoku a couple of times when they were very young. And though he may not have a lot of compare it to, the first meal they had ever eaten together may have been the best meal he had ever had.

*-*-*

In the darkened room illuminated by a single lamp, Iguro stared at the small bowl of soup Mrs. Rengoku had left out for him. "In case you are hungry later," she always said. She was a truly kind person—to make sure to leave him food so he wouldn't starve even though he always declined to eat with her family.

Iguro folded his hands and hung his head slightly. Though her spirit was strong, Mrs. Rengoku was a physically frail woman—she should have been resting not making special bowls of soup for him. She had opened her home to him which had only made more work for herself, and she worried about him. As he had quietly crept out to eat when he thought everyone was asleep, he had accidentally overheard her talking to Mr. Rengoku.

"I'm worried about him, Shinjuro," she had said. "He's been here for almost a month and has barely spoken a word."

"Ruka, if you had seen…" Mr. Rengoku had said before he stopped. "I can't imagine what kind of hell this boy has been through."

Iguro scurried off as tears welled in his eyes. Such kindness—he didn't deserve it.

Iguro wiped his nose before he carefully unwound the bandages around his mouth. He tried to be as gentle as he could but winced as his hand brushed his severed cheek. Kaburamaru looked up at him sympathetically. He tried to smile at the snake reassuringly. Trying his best to ignore the pain, he opened his mouth just enough to sip the soup from the spoon.

Mrs. Rengoku always left him soft, liquid foods. He wondered if she knew about his wound. He had done his best to hide it from them—even though he knew it was selfish. As soon as they saw his face, they would surely throw him out on the street in disgust. Always so intuitive about what Iguro was thinking, Kaburamaru wrapped around his arm comfortingly, but Iguro wasn't reassured. Even though Iguro had been given this glimpse of a real family and a real home, it was only a glimpse—a dream. Soon it would just be him and Kaburamaru against the world again—lost and alone. That was how it always was and how it always would be, and nothing would change that.

"Hi! Can I eat with you?" asked an exuberant voice pulling Iguro out of his thoughts. Startled, Iguro turned to see the eldest Rengoku son, Kyojuro, sitting beside him with a wide, bright smile. Iguro's eyes grew wide as he frantically tried to cover his mouth with his hands. In a desperate attempt to hide, he had pressed his hands to his face too hard. His brow furrowed as his jaw throbbed.

"Are you okay?" asked Kyojuro, and Iguro guiltily forced a nod. Now he had worried Kyojuro as well. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," said Kyojuro. "I've just been noticing you coming down here in the middle of the night, and I was wondering what you were doing. I'm glad to see you're eating. Senjuro and I have been worried. We tried to leave some bowls of food outside your door, but maybe you didn't see them or they were foods you didn't like. What kind of foods do you like?"

Iguro stared down at the table, and his hands started to shake. Kyojuro and his little brother Senjuro had been worried about him too and had been leaving food for him out of kindness? He hadn't known. He honestly thought he had been imagining things—those trays of food outside his door were tied to such painful memories. But all along it had been Kyojuro and Senjuro trying to look out for him. He felt guilty—but how could he explain this to Kyojuro?

"It's okay if you can't pick a favorite," said Kyojuro filling the silence. "I know it's really hard to decide. I don't think I could pick a favorite either. Mother's miso soup is really good though!" He motioned to the bowl, and Iguro nodded.

After a lengthy silence, Kyojuro said, "You don't have to stop eating just because I'm here. I didn't want to interrupt you—I just thought I could come and keep you company. But you were eating when I came in and now you've stopped."

Iguro's face flushed, and his eyes burned. Kyojuro had seen him eating earlier? Then he had seen… He inhaled sharply. Kyojuro, however, was unfazed.

"You don't have to stop eating. We can eat together," he continued as he poured some soup into a bowl for himself. "Tasty!" he exclaimed with a wide smile when he took a bite.

Iguro's eyes grew wide and he choked out quietly before he could stop himself, "You're…you're not…disgusted?"

Kyojuro turned to look at him, and his brow furrowed. He tilted his head. "Why would I be disgusted? My mother's miso soup is the best! It's not disgusting at all. Weren't you eating it earlier? You should take another bite to see how good it tastes!"

Iguro shifted in his seat uncomfortably as Kyojuro stared at him expectantly. Kaburamaru nudged the side of his hand in encouragement as Iguro stared intently at the table. His heart pounded. His hands were shaking as he slowly moved his left hand to shield his face as he moved his right hand away from his mouth, picked up a spoonful, and took another bite of the soup.

"Well?" asked Kyojuro exuberantly.

Confused, Iguro met Kyojuro's intense gaze and answered a little unsurely, "Tasty?"

A bright smile spread between Kyojuro's cheeks before he took another bite of soup himself. "See, I told you!" he answered with a good-natured laugh. "Now go on and eat lots more!"

Iguro looked down at the bowl and back up at Kyojuro who scarfing down his soup with gusto. "You…you still want to eat…with me?" he stumbled.

Kyojuro looked up at him mid-bite. "Mhmmm!" he hummed nodding in enthusiastic agreement before he swallowed. "It's always better to eat with friends!"

Iguro could feel tears prickling in his eyes. "Friends?" he repeated—his voice barely audible as if he could scarcely believe it.

"Of course," said Kyojuro as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Meals always taste better with friends!"

*-*-*

"Meals always tasted better with Rengoku," Iguro agreed whether with Kanroji and Senjuro or with his memories he didn't know. Kyojuro Rengoku was always so kind. Iguro never could tell if he had seen his wound that day or not, but he was sure it wouldn't have mattered to him. That was just the kind of person Rengoku was. He saw the best in everybody and believed in them even when they didn't believe in themselves. Iguro had never deserved such a friend—a brother. He couldn't believe he was gone.

Iguro felt a single tear break free from his burning eyes and trickle down his cheek.

"Iguro-san," gasped Kanroji, and within moments, Senjuro's arms were wrapped around him.

"I miss him too," Senjuro choked out as he started crying into Iguro's shoulder. Kanroji cried loudly as tears streamed down her cheeks, and she hugged them both tightly.

Iguro patted Senjuro's head gently and placed a sympathetic hand on Kanroji's shoulder. Kaburamaru helped to comfort them as well, but Iguro was finding himself sorely inadequate. "Senjuro," he began guiltily. "I'm sorry…I shouldn't have come."

Senjuro stopped shaking and pulled away to look Iguro in the face. "No, I'm so glad that you did. It's what my brother would've wanted. He was always happiest when his family was together."

Tears pooled in Kanroji's eyes, and Iguro's insides twisted. As if sensing this, Senjuro sniffled and took Iguro's hand in one hand and Kanroji's in the other. "You've all been working so hard and have been so busy keeping everyone safe from the demons that you haven't been able to come home in such a long time…but now we're all together again."

Senjuro's eyes began to fill with tears, but he closed his eyes and smiled the kindest, brightest smile. Iguro swallowed hard—biting back tears. He looked just like his brother, and as he said the words, it was almost as if Kyojuro was there saying them right along with him, "Welcome home."

[lavender-rosa]

My grandma rates kny character based on appearances

I told my grandma (who has never watched kny) to express her opinions on the characters based on their appearances.

(I tried to translate her opinions the best I could)

Kyojuro Rengoku

"Well, he looks a bit funny but overall very handsome".

"Everything is unique about him his hair,his eyebrows and his eyes."

"He looks like a very bold,extroverted and talkative person."

"His stare is very intense and honest, he looks trustworthy."

"He has a very big mouth."

Sanemi Shinazugawa

*squints eyes* "What is this thing?"

"He looks like a wildchild, you know like someone that was raised by wolves and became feral..."

"Why does he have so many scars?"

Me: *proceeds to explain how his job involves a lot of fighting*

Grandma: "Well he wouldn't have so many scars if he would cover up more :("

"Well...uh...he's quite...handsome for a warrior :)"

Muichiro Tokito

(My grandma started randomly using it/it's pronouns for him so that's what I'm going to use.)

"It's very pretty and doll-like."

"Very long, beautiful hair."

"It looks like it just finished crying,depressed and cloudy eyes"

"It should wear brighter colours,The black shirt blends too much with it's hair."

Uzui Tengen

"He looks very extravagant and crazy."

"Crazy hair, crazy makeup everything about him is crazy!"

"Handsome big smile."

"He looks like he works at a carnival."

Mitsuri Kanroji

"Everything about her is very gorgeous !"

"I love her braided hair."

"Her eyelashes, lips, beauty marks,hair colour everything about her is pretty!"

"Lively green eyes, she looks very sweet and kind :)"

Kanae Kocho

"She is absolutely gorgeous :O!"

"She looks like a porcelain doll,very delicate and pretty."

"I used to have long hair like hers :("

"Her eyes are big and pretty but also kind and sad."

Muzan Kibutsuji

"Oh he's a cowboy!!!"

"He has a very handsome face."

"He looks like an actor, very fancy."

"He looks agressive, I find him to be untrustworthy."

Yushiro

"He looks like a very angry toddler."

"I hope his parents don't spoil him too much :/."

"I usually don't like green hair but it suits him a lot."

Tamayo

"Very gorgeous and lady-like."

"She's a sophisticated young lady :)"

"Her clothes and hair make her look really mature."

"She has a cute smile and the red lipstick suits her."

"She looks like the girl you showed me before! "(referring to Kanae)

"Her eyes are very sad and lonely."

Enmu

"Oh, he's just a cute little boy."

"He looks like he's dressed to go to the carnival :D."

"His eyes are very big and turqouise ."

"His facepaint suits him a lot 😊" (referring to his demon marks)

[demonslayedher]

IT WOULD HAD BEEN FINE FOR KAMADO TANJIRO TO DIE

Narratively speaking, at least.

Purely my opinions on the multiple ways it could had worked, as well as SPOILERS AHEAD.

First, please allow me to state that I love Tanjiro. I love Tanjiro so much and he deserves every good thing that's ever happened to him, plot armor and all. It's because I love Tanjiro so much that I care a lot about how his death would had played out, had that been built into the narrative.

The final chapters of KnY gave me the best serialized manga-induced emotional turmoil I had experienced had had in five years. The timing was remarkable; it was just as the cherry blossoms were scattering that Chapter 200 dropped and took my heart with it, and then by the time 203 came out, the wisteria were in full bloom. I had been through so much in the span between those chapters, including coming to terms with the fact that not only might Kamado Tanjiro be dead, but that it might be best for him to go, especially given the weight that would cap this series off with.

I like the ending we got, whether or not you include the fever dream that was Chapter 205. While a lot of people expressed letdown that the final battle plot twist was resolved too quickly (and I concurred, resulting in a 120K+ word fanfic to play it out to what felt like its natural consequences), it was supremely gratifying to see Tanjiro go home. We know how hard he worked for that and how much he wanted that, even if he'd never get back what he lost in Chapter 1.

It's a sugary ending, with some bitter notes to make it palatable. While bittersweet endings are my favorite flavor, sometimes we crave a more salty, savory, heavy finish, don't we? A flavor left in our mouths not to feel refreshing, but to linger and remind us what a hell of a good meal we had.

Not only would KnY had been shocking in it's role among the major shonen title pantheon for doing it, but in its tone and in paying off on previous elements introduced throughout the series, Gotouge, cruel, cruel creator, totally could had gotten away with killing Tanjiro.

Tanjiro: Dying As A Human

Ah, the noble hero ending. Not an example we see all that often in manga comparable to KnY, where despite all the deaths of supporting cast members, the hero, instead "returning home forever changed" Campbell style, goes on Shueisha style to be a functional adult in the labor force and making positive contributions in light of Japan's declining birth rate. But so often classics do show us how a hero's last acts before (and after) death are the capstone touches on their lives. While not strictly main characters, there is no riding into the sunset for master strategist Zhuge Liang unless it's a ruse to scar the pants off his rival general which gains one last escape for Zhuge Liang's dwindling army, there's no happily ever after for Musashibo Benkei whose standing death while pelted with arrows served as a shield for his master to escape to a more honorable end. Even Robin Hood in the West tells us how our beloved hero romantically and tragically winds up, after what should had been his happy ending crumbles. Great stories are full of tragic hero death.

Tanjiro's death, however, would not had been a simple tragic ending. Had his story concluded at Chapter 200, he'd have succeeded in accomplishing the happy ending he strove for all along: defeating Kibutsuji Muzan and securing a healthy human future for Nezuko. He'd have left the world better than he found it; amidst all the sadness and pain, he'd have left hope for others whom he was compassionate to.

This is completely in line with Tanjiro's actions throughout the entire manga, especially given that he was always mentally prepared for getting killed on the job even without accomplishing his goals. But, as he tells Kotetsu in Chapter 103, he believes that someone will live on to accomplish that in his stead. The same could be said for a peaceful, happy ending that he might not get to live out himself, he trusts that it's just as good to secure that future for Nezuko and other people he cares about. Having Tanjiro die also would have cemented his place as a normal Corp member among normal Corp members; in the end even Pillars were only human and whether or not they died could be as random as a mudslide or disease; Muzan is right in saying it's all the same and Tanjiro's survival would be unfair to everyone just as deserving of it. While Tanjiro also insists correctly that the departed would not hold ill will about this, taking off Tanjiro's plot armor would truly show his solidarity with everyone else in the Corp.

While the bereaved left behind--most especially Giyuu, Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Nezuko--would be faced with the task of accepting the gift Tanjiro left them (which would also continue a running theme about survivor's guilt, and they'd have to show some triumph over that to give the ending the right amount of hopefulness), Tanjiro's compassion would also have an opportunity for fulfillment and conclusion on the other side. Apart from the satisfaction of reuniting with his family and maybe even Rengoku-san there to tell him he did a good job, Tanjiro has (almost) always shown demons the last bit of kindness they'd ever know before passing off to hell.

Which brings me to a point some people have made about how we got do many tragic backstories throughout this manga that not getting one for Muzan felt like a letdown. I feel we got enough, but wouldn't it had made the ultimate act of Tanjiro-style compassion if he helped lay Muzan's terrified soul to rest, after over a thousand years of fleeing from what should be the natural course of humanity? Carrying on from the undeserved compassion he showed the Hand Demon and Rui and other previous examples, as well as following examples from other self-giving characters like Koyuki and Sanemi, what if Tanjiro took his self-sacrifice even further, escorting a scared Muzan to hell itself, where so many other demons whom Tanjiro pitied and wished to see a better future for wound up? Not saying this is the best route, but it would had been a believable one.

Tanjiro: Dying As A Demon

I don’t think Gotouge would have had Tanjiro kill anyone, barely, if this wound up being his conclusion. The only silver lining would be as Giyuu prayed, "live and die as a human." In my light analysis of the KnY afterlife, it seems demons are doomed to hell after their first life taken, and it would had been too heartbreaking to see this happen to Tanjiro after all his goodness and efforts.

Tanjiro wouldn't think he deserves any mercy if he became a demon. Rather, in Chapter 93, he trusts that someone in the Corp would cut off his head for him if ever that fate befell him (Ufotable sure gave us some foreshadowing with all those swords and wisteria petals); and he later even asks that Inosuke and Zenitsu stop him if he ever goes down the wrong path. He knows he's capable of it; if even Nezuko could be turned into a bloodthirsty demon, anyone could. Nezuko's resistance was special enough to stake Urokodaki and Giyuu's lives on, but Tanjiro knows he'd likely be as much of a victim as any other demon. That would mean the likely only way to save those he might hurt would be to kill him.

A few ways Tanjiro might had accepted death as a demon have foreshadowing earlier in the manga. For example, with Giyuu having been the one to set Tanjiro on his journey, it would be a bookend to have him end it, especially since he had the most emotional take on Tanjiro's transformation and quickest action in fighting Tanjiro when there was no choice but to. It would be the defining moment in Giyuu's career as a Pillar, being the last Pillar standing and actively taking a role in Tanjiro's end instead of helplessly watching it happen. Furthermore, we only saw the merciful Fifth Form of Water Breathing used once in this series to relieve the Mother Spider, and with the bond between Giyuu and Tanjiro, we could had seen that kindly rain after the drought brought back as Tanjiro manages enough control over himself to offer his head.

But wait! The Nichirin blade doesn't work on a demon resistant to the sun! Ohoho, yes, that does complicate things.

Good thing Tanjiro witnessed Akaza's death, and how Akaza willed himself to perish. For as much anger as Tanjiro harbored toward Akaza, it'd have made a circle of forgiveness if Akaza's actions gave Tanjiro the idea and strength he needed to win against himself.

But what if Giyuu physically can't do it? What if everyone was incapacitated after Tanjiro's horrendous attacks, Nezuko was about to die if this went on, and Kanao had no surprise serum? The only one left would be Tanjiro himself. If Enmu learned anything about Tanjiro, it's that Tanjiro has the resolve to take his own head, however many times it takes.

That really takes us into the tragic ending territory; for no one left behind would feel they had been able to do anything for him after all Tanjiro had always given them. At least if Giyuu did it, he'd be able to take some pride as a Pillar knowing he acted as in honor of everyone--survivors and fallen Pillars alike.

Ultimately, Giyuu does gets that conclusion to his arc by having been the one to try. Which brings me to my conclusion of this post...

What We Got Still Works

Kanao's serum was a perhaps a bit of a letdown for how quickly it resolved this issue, it felt convenient that she had exactly what he needed all along. But let's be honest, having Kanao play the hero with a move like that was freaking awesome and we'd never had been so worried for Tanjiro if there had been so much as a drop of foreshadowing. Forgoing foreshadowing is Kimetsu Logic, this is how we run. We run straight into an alligator's mouth and belly, that's how.

When it comes to weighty bookends, we still get the payoff from Chapter 1 in Nezuko's resistance to hurting Tanjiro, what with Tanjiro showing he's not as special, he succumbed like any of the other demons he ever felt sympathy for. We didn't need the heartbreak of Tanjiro dying, because we got the heartbreak of him failing both of his main goals: through him Muzan lives on, and Tanjiro personally harms Nezuko. It was already a solid juxtaposition to Chapter 1 the moment he bit her and got the taste of human blood; but it just kept getting worse as he hurt her over and over.

Even though Shinobu's influence from beyond the grave and Kanao's come-from-behind heroism were what ultimately determined Tanjiro's fate, the fact that Nezuko, as a human, fought as hard for Tanjiro as he spent years fighting for her is what makes the ending of Chapter 203 so satisfying; it's a sibling reunion full of well-earned relief felt on both ends. It fulfills what's driven this whole story, that the bond between them can't be broken by anything.

And, with that being the manga's theme, it's the best ending that they still have that bond. Now with both having been through demonic transformations, that gives their bond even more depth, and makes the other even more irreplaceable as someone who would understand them best.

But, touching back on previous ideas about what could had made Tanjiro's death serve the story as well, it really did come down to plot armor that our main character survived more than any other human in KnY's world has ever been through, all in a matter of hours. However, Tanjiro's recognizes that he's not the only one to have suffered in cruel and unusual ways, or to have pushed the limits of human capability. In many cases, those people died. When it comes to raw power and polished ability, Tanjiro still isn't on the Pillars' level; it's just his luck that Hinokami Kagura burns demons harder.

Tanjiro's survival as it played out in canon still shows us that his avoiding death is not due to his own merit, it was likewise only his stroke of luck. The humility with which Tanjiro wears his plot armor and lives out his days is what makes his happy conclusion with Zenitsu, Inosuke, and especially Nezuko so touching; he trusts they'll be fine with or without him. The fact that he's there to live with them at all is cause for the deepest gratitude.

[teddieh]

It’s 3 in the Mornin’ and I’m Tryn’a Change ya Mind

Summary: Yeah so I listened to the full version of “why’d you only call me when you’re high” by Artic Monkeys. The slowed and reverb version? Couldn’t get this idea out of my head so... I’m not sorry. Pure Smut, no real plot. 

Rating: E - NSFW - Dom!Fem! AFAB! Reader

Word Count: 5,530

I couldn’t quite pick a character when writing so, its your fave! But the people I had in mind are listed below. As always, all characters are 18+: 

IC: Eren (Aot), Itadori, Megumi, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Natsuo (BNHA), Kuroo, Daichi, Ukai, Tanaka, Suga, Atsumu, Oikawa, Tengen (KNY), Mista (Jojo), Nero (DMC), Noctis (FFXV), Axel (KH), Trevor Belmont (Castlevania), Alucard (Castlevania), Trunks, Anakin Skywalker (Clone Wars show), Dean (Supernatural), Eddie Brock, Jason Todd,

Honorable Mentions (Almost but not quite IC): Rengoku, Tanjiro, Gojo, Inumaki, Iwaizumi Hajime, Tendou Satoru, Hinata Shoyo

The lights of the room flicker a hazy golden, his skin glowing under the light, shadows dipping over the muscles of his chest and abdomen as he breathes, chest rising like quiet mountains, falling in shuddered breaths as his eyes map along the curves of your body. 

The shadows dance across the silken red stockings covering your thighs, leading up to the rose lace trip hugging the curves of your hips. Connected to the hem are straps attached to the bottom of your panty garters, the bottom half hiding the warmth of your sex. 

The softness of your laugh graces his ears as you watch him stare. “See somethin’ you like, hm?” You coo, carmine colored lips curving into a smile as he licks his own. The heat his body radiates only intensifies as he shifts beneath you. You’re almost straddling his chest, just barely allowing your thighs to graze his sides, knees digging into the plush of the mattress beneath the two of you. 

You drag your hands up from the straps to the high waist of the panties, the daisy designed lace hugging your curves. Fitting, you think, for daisies to be part of this piece. His hooded eyes flicker back down to follow your hands as you slide them over your covered stomach to the bottom of your push-up bra’s cups. You trace the lace of them, and he watches, his chest caving slightly as he holds his breath. 

One of your hands rests flat on the bed as you lean closer to his face, the other continuing upward. You tilt your head at him, allowing your fingers to grace the lace on the outside of the cup, traveling up the v-neck, trailing over the curve of your breasts, then over the elastic bands curving over the plumpness of them that leads up and over your shoulders. His eyes follow every movement of your white, almond french tip nails as they trace up the curve of your neck. A long finger parts the softness of your lips. You speak again, eyes lowering as you trace the angles of his face. You move your hand from your own face and curl your hand under his jaw, tilting his head to look straight in your eyes, caressing his bottom lip with your thumb, gently pressing on it with your nail. “I asked you a question, lover boy.”  

The breath he’d been holding releases, his chest shaking slightly as his glossy, dark blown eyes finally focus on your face again. “...You’re ethereal.” he huffs, cheeks warming beneath your touch. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up in your chest, a soft intake of breath as your eyes roll. He watches the soft flare of your nose, the dip of your neck, down into your cleavage where the cups cover you from his view. His eyebrows furrow just slightly before you give a gentle tut and his eyes immediately flick back to your face, wider and at attention. 

“You’re cute, especially like this, you know?” You lean closer, so close he can smell the orange, jasmine, and the rose of your Chanel Coco Mademoiselle. His tongue flicks over his lip, brushing against your thumb as you lean down to gently nudge your nose against his own. You slide your hand down from his lips, tracing down his jaw to wrap around the expanse of his neck. You don’t squeeze, simply hold with a light pressure and you feel him swallow beneath you, his adam’s apple bobbing as his breath fans over your lips. 

You eye him for a moment, leaning so close your lips almost brush and his eyes flutter close in anticipation of your plush lips against his. You don’t give him the satisfaction as you lean up and back, sitting on your knees above him instead of hovering and pulling away all the warmth you’d given him. 

He whines immediately, eyes fluttering open as he chases the warmth of your body. His shoulders and biceps flex as he leans up to chase you, but the hemp rope, tied in a double column tie, holds both his wrists back and is pulled up to the headboard. It only lets him bend slightly up at the waist, chest rising off the mattress before he huffs in frustration and flops back down, his body rustling the plum and magenta sheets. He’s careful not to tug too hard, knowing if he truly tried he’d be able to break the restraints, or slip free from them. He breathes hesitantly, a shuddering breath that skips a few beats before he gazes at you again, eyes hooded once more and thighs flexing beneath you.

“You’re so good to me, sweetheart.” You purr, sitting back on your knees and resting on his thighs, avoiding the warmth straining his boxer-briefs taut against his hips, and the obvious girth of him within. You reach up, gently dragging your nails down his chest, not enough to scratch but applying enough pressure that he feels the tips against his skin. He groans, head tilting back into the pillows beneath his head as your nails drag over his pecs, down the curves and dips of his abdominal muscles, stomach sucking in as your fingertips graze past his belly button and inch closer, closer to his pelvis, his dick jumps, pulsing as a wet spot stains the tip. His breathing hitches, “God--”

You giggle and reward him with the flat, warm press of your palms against his sides, dragging them up the length of his body, up his muscles, over his pecks, over his shoulders, applying pressure as you go. “It’s just me here, baby. But I’m flattered.” You suck your bottom lip in behind your teeth to hold in the excitement cursing through you. He looks so good like this, underneath you, at your will and whim. It’s one of the few times when you’re completely in control, and you get to coax the reactions out of him instead of the other way around. You figure you’ve teased him quite a bit, and you could reward him just a bit more.

He tilts his head to look down at you again as you lean forward and crawl closer, pressing your body down against his. He shudders, pressing back up into you and relishing in the bit of skin to skin contact that he can get around your lingerie. You reach your right hand up, stroking your fingers through his hair and giving it a gentle tug. The groan he releases vibrates so deep within his chest that you feel it. “I think you deserve a kiss, hm?” 

“God yes--” 

You brush your lips against his, and briefly note the flex in his bicep beneath your arm as your left hand traces down his chest and over his left nipple. His breath hitches only for a moment before you tilt your head and slot your lips against his. The moan he lets out is swallowed up in the glide of your lips, the warmth of the room, your breaths, the drumming of your hearts. 

The kiss starts slow, sensual, lips locking, softly releasing with gentle pecks before his hips shift, pressing closer to you then spreading outwards so you can slot your leg between his own. You do, pressing the softness of your thigh against the bulge running up and along his waist. You gently grind your thigh against him and he breaks the kiss only for a moment for his breath to hitch. His fingers flex, wrists turning slightly within the rope before he leans forward and captures your lips in a kiss again, more urgent, more passionate. His lips dominate yours as he presses his own thigh up between your legs and you moan into the kiss as he flexes it, your clit pulsing in time with your heartbeat, walls clenching around nothing as the cotton inside presses up against your lips. You press yourself further into his thigh and roll your hips forward, and he takes the moment to swipe his tongue along your bottom lip.

It’s easy to see his control gaining and yours waning, and in response you gently tug his nipple between your thumb and forefinger and when he gasps, you slip your own tongue out to grind against his own. He huffs through his nose, the air fluttering your lashes as you smirk against his lips and take the time to taste him and dominate the kiss yourself. The Coffee-tea you’d brought him earlier is still strong enough to leave a light buzz on your tongue. 

When you break away, both your lips swollen from the kiss, you trail your lips down the curve of his jaw, feel the shiver that wracks through his body as your lips trail further downward. “W-why do I feel like this is payback from the hickey last week?” he chuckles breathlessly, cut off into a sharp inhale as you nip his jugular gently, then soothe it with the soft pass of your tongue. “You know..I forgot about that until you mentioned it. Maybe you do deserve punishment.” 

He snorts at that but lets out a grunt as your lips attach to his neck, right below his ear, and you attach your lips to the spot, sucking softly first, then harder, gliding your tongue around it as he groans, hips twitching upward and thighs shifting further. You press your hips into his to pin him to the bed, using your hands to pin him as well, and then ghost your lips down his neck, stopping at the junction of his shoulder to suck a dark colored mark into the skin. You switch your attention to the same spot on the other side of his neck, and he turns his head away from you to give you more access.

Once you’re satisfied, you press kisses down the center of his chest and then grin up at him cheekily, shifting your own body down to lay half on him and half on the bed. He raises an eyebrow at your antics as you smile at him, right hand coming up to trace circles on his chest. “..What’s that look for?” 

“I’ve just wondered if you’re sensitive here.” 

“Where?”

Instead of replying you swipe your tongue over the soft perk of his nipple and his entire body shivers once, thighs tensing inward. “Here.”

“H-hey-!” 

“Hey.” You smirk, finger tips gliding down his body to tease at the happy tail leading into his dark underwear. His stomach sucks in, dick twitching as your nails dip beneath the fabric and trace circles on his pelvis, against the neatly trimmed curls above his dick. Your lips blow gently on his nipple, the cool air after the wetness perking it up as you latch your lips and give a gentle suck, tongue swirling around the tip and his areola before you switch and give the same attention to his other nipple. He doesn’t moan, but his heavy breathing and the soft jerks upward of his hips, rolling beneath your touch as you press your palm near the base of him is enough to tell you he’s enjoying it. 

“S-shit” His breath hitches when you gently press your teeth around the perk of his nipple, you soothe it with a gentle swirl of your tongue, a kiss, and then begin trailing your lips down his abdomen, tongue dipping into the curves as you crawl down the length of his body. You shift again, sliding his legs further apart as you settle between his legs and tap his hips to get him to raise his knees. “Let's get on to the main show, hm?” 

He bites his lip instead of replying, eyes watching you carefully. He’s sure if he says what he’s thinking (You’re just going to tease me more when they come off..) that it would not give him the results that he so hopes for. In fact, he’s almost sure you’ll only tease him worse after, so instead he resigns himself to lifting his hips when you grip his waistband and begin to tug down, shivering at the scratch of your nails down his hips and thighs as you slide them down. His dick  jumps straight up, girthy, giving a slight twitch, with precum beading at the tip. You smile at him, sitting up and swirling his underwear through the leg-hole and waistband on your index finger. “You know, with as many times as you’ve kept mine,” you coo, leaning forward and lowering your voice just a bit, “maybe I should keep a pair of yours too?” The teasing lit to your tone isn’t lost on him as he rolls his eyes and shifts his hips. When he turns to you again, he’s almost pouting with the flush to his face. You laugh and toss the underwear, raking your nails up and down his left thigh to feel the muscles tense and jump.

“Okay okay, maybe next time.” 

“It’s not like you don’t already take most of my clothes, a pair of your panties doesn’t hurt, does it?” He’s breathing heavier, and his face falls slightly as he sees the grin spreading across your face. He realizes he’s said that out loud. You tutt at him, shaking your head. “And here I thought you were doing so good…” Your fingernails dig into his thighs hard enough to leave indents, but not break skin. His hisses softly and bucks his hips up, 

“Okay okay, I’m sorry. Just-- touch me?” He asks, though from the soft shake of your head as you lower yourself back down onto your stomach, (his eyes following the curve and arch of your back, the jutt of your butt waving in the air), he knows you won’t do it without him begging. 

Your lips hover over the tip of his shaft, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him like a furnace. He’s so hard, and seeing you in front of him like this causes his dick to twitch. You blow on it gently and his knees twitch in. “Good boys beg.” You say, eyes flicking up to him as you lay your arm over his left thigh, leaning on it and letting your fingernails trail the length of his shaft. His whine goes straight to your pussy, and the heat and wetness of it, the way the crotch sticks to you with your arousal is becoming much too warm. But you have to bear it, just to hear him beg, to see the way he shakes and trembles when he’s close. 

You wrap the warmth of your hand around the girth of him and he lets out a sigh, hips trying to buck into your hand and you push him down with the arm you’re leaning on. “Ah ah…Be good now.” 

He huffs, flexing his muscles as he tries to relax himself. 

The warmth of him pulses in your palm, your thumb tracing up the vein and curve of him, watching the way his eyebrows furrow in and he bites his lip. You twist your wrist gently as you give him another stroke, tightening your grip just a bit to watch his hips pull in. You giggle, pressing a wet kiss to his inner thigh, so close to his balls that they jump. You move closer, tapping your thumb pad over his wet tip and watching his hips buck as the precum sticks to you. "Feel good?"

He hums, nodding and flexing his hips as your lips trail over his balls, a gentle kiss, and then a soft suckle on the taut skin there, a bead of precum leaks down his shaft at that, and when he looks down at you to see your soft eyelashes fluttering, the pupil blown, soft eyed look on your face and it has him clenching his fists in his restraints. "S-shit.."

Your tongue grinds firmly against his sack, hand continuing its stroke, using his precum as lubrication. You huff through your nose, sliding your palm up to the head of his dick and pressing kisses up the length of him. You slide your tongue out, gliding it along his length and press a kiss to the tip, licking your lips of the slightly salty substance. “Words, baby. Feel good?” You ask, blowing gently over the tip as you shift, free hand coming up to cup his sack and gently massage his balls. 

He tilts his head back into the pillows again, and you watch his tongue lather over his lips, the redness of his bottom one from worrying iit between his teeth. “Y-yeah..s’good.” You’re smiling at how easy it’s been to work him up. You glide your right hand back down to his base and glide your tongue over his slit and he hisses and bucks his hips again, the tip kissing your lips. You coo, mouthing gently against him, “If you want me to suck, you beg.” 

You give him a steely gaze, despite the blow of your pupils, the plumpness of your lips, the flush and heat of your own face, the dampness of your panties, the perk of your nipples grazing your bra. You need him to know who’s in control, and as he looks down into your eyes, his own face flushed, panting slightly with the soft part of his lips. He swallows, and your eyes follow the movement of his Adam's apple before your gaze flicks back to his face. You smile against him, low and curled. He shakes his head, knowing it’s easier to give in now than to have you keep teasing.

You’ve been doing it all day, trying to convince him that he should let you take the reins this time, even after teasing him throughout the day. Your fresh set of nails stroking and gently grazing against the hair on the nape of his neck. Your lingering curved touches, the embraces from behind, the trailing of your palms over his chest, using him to put your heels on with your cleavage exposing the top of the lacy bra you’d worn earlier beneath your dress shirt before your night out. The delicate hand rested on his upper thigh as you’d laughed with your mutual friends at the bar earlier that night. The soft pecks, hushed promises for more and yet tugging away. Then the way you’d completely ignored his own advancement of your teasing when you’d gotten home, stating you’d only participate if you were in control, and only at the deepest hour of the night, bordering close to morning.

He knows he can’t keep this teasing much longer, and he knows that once your little game is done, he can repay the favor tenfold. The thought creates a heated tightness in his chest. He knows he can make you beg and shake and squirt after. A promise. He nods his head. “Please..” He says, voice cracking at the beginning with the lack of use. You can’t help the brighter smile pushing into your cheeks and the way he rolls his eyes and shakes his head, then tries it again, firmer this time. “Please? There’s nothing like your pretty lips around me.”

The confidence, the promise in his words makes your walls clench, desperate for release and you know you can’t deny him when he speaks like this so you give in, opening your mouth, relaxing your jaw, and sliding your mouth down the length of him. The long drawn out groan, the way his toes curl just a little, the sound of the ropes shifting, the way his balls draw up for a moment in your other palm all only encourages the throbbing of your clit. You decide it’s not worth playing with him too long, you’re starting to get desperate to feel him too. 

You sink your mouth down around him, hot, wet, warm. Your tongue glides down the length, and you relax your throat to take him further in. He’s hot and heavy on your tongue, dick twitching once as more pre pushes its way out of his tip. He’s been good enough so you move your hand away from his shaft and press it flat on his stomach and give a very gentle squeeze to his balls, moving your head further down his shaft until his head touches the back of your throat. You breathe through your nose, eyes watering at the thickness and length of him, keeping yourself still to keep calm, and press down until your lips are wrapped around the base of his shaft. He twitches down your throat and as you blink up at him, eyes bleary, you can see the way his muscles strain with the rope as he hisses through his teeth. His eyebrows pinch in, eyes closed tight. “Fuuck…’S’so good to me..shit..” 

The praise lights in your belly, and you drag yourself back up the length of him, coating him in your saliva and swirling your tongue around the tip as you suck. His hips buck and you press down on his pelvis to keep him still. You glide your tongue along his frenulum and his thighs shift up once and he grunts. “Shit!” and you’re pleased. He can feel the curl of a smile on your lips as you sink your head back down his length, thumb gently grinding over his sack.

He’s shaking slightly, thighs becoming tense beneath you. “I-if you keep that up I’ll cum..” he grunts, especially as your tongue grinds circles on the head of his shaft on each upward stroke. When you take him in the last time to the hilt, lips around his base, you huff once, twice, through your nose and then you hum. The vibration comes from deep within your throat and he throws his head back, and for a moment, his strength kicks in as he groans and his hips press upward into your mouth. You hold him there, feeling the way he pulses and his legs start to shiver and then you pull up and off of him with a wet pop. His dick twitches twice in the cooler air.

His eyes slide open, glossy with pleasure as he watches you wipe the tears from your eyes and crawl as you sit back on your ass, fingers popping the straps from your panties and your thigh highs. You hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties and he watches the jiggle of your ass and thighs burningly as you tug it down and lift your hips. He gets the perfect view of your wet labia, slick sliding down from your hole, the way your body shakes as you tug the panties off and fling them in the same direction as his boxers. He smiles, licks his lips, and even struggling can’t stop himself from asking “You’re so eager for me?” but it comes out so breathless that it doesn’t even sound like much of a threat.

“If I’d have continued you’d have cum, and I’m sure you want to feel me just as much as I want you in me.” Your words are less silk, more satin and full as you straddle his hips, reaching between your legs and grasping his length. He jerks in your grip and he groans. “Y-yeah..Can’t wait to feel you..” 

His submission falls forth so easily that it makes you give a huff of a giggle before you drag the head of him between your lower lips, collecting your own arousal on him, knowing it’s always a bit of a stretch without his fingers or tongue on you first. You shift downward to grind yourself along the length of him, and the both of you moan as his head bumps and nudges against your clit. You roll your hips, the friction sparking up your body as your thighs twitch inward each time. “Fuck princess, don’t tease us both..” he groans, eyes glued to where you’re lining the two of you up. 

You shift slightly so the head of him catches on your entrance, and you shudder, palms coming up to rest on his chest as you push yourself down. The stretch is there, but so is the pleasure and the pressure of his hot length finally stroking the fire you’ve burned within. You’re moaning, walls squeezing tight around his shaft and he’s biting his lip hard to keep his hips from thrusting all the way in. “S’so tight..shit…” 

You shift your hips once and then take a breath before sinking yourself the rest of the way down onto him, your hips flush with his and you’re moaning at the fullness, the sound caught up in your throat and your walls flutter around him, tightening and squeezing and refusing to let him go. One of his eyes is screwed shut and the other is hazily staring at where the two of you are connected. “F-Feels like home every time..” 

You’d laugh at his cheesiness if it didn’t feel just as good for you, the thickness of him filling you so good, the heat and weight of him, how deep he felt in this position. You roll your hips gently, shuddering at the way his tip grinds against your walls and they clench him in response. He hisses softly, biting his lip. “R-relax sweetheart..I’ll cum just from that at this rate..” 

The whine that flows from you makes his eyes snap up at you, the way your eyes are hazy as you grind against him, and for a moment he really thinks you might lose control and he’ll get to take over. But you tilt your head down towards your chest, take a shuddering breath, and relax yourself enough that you can move again and then raise your hips an inch. When they fall back down onto his, both from your own movement and gravity, the both of you moan, heads tossed back in pleasure. “Fillin’ me s’so good…” Your voice is heavier, breathier, and his eyes flutter open to watch your expressions. “Y-yeah..? Good for you, right?” He huffs, licking his lip and poking both for the praise and for more.

“Mhmm..so good f-fah!” Your sentence is interrupted by the buck of his hips, the length of him grinding up into you and your head falls back on your shoulders. You huff, he’s playing dirty so you rake your nails down his chest. He groans, hips retracting slightly as his dick twitches and you lift yourself up to drop back down on him, then grind your hips forward once, twice, and then lift again. 

A slow but deep rhythm begins as his hips pull back into the sheets and the both of you meet in the middle, the bed frame creaking slightly with the movement. The heat of his eyes trailing flames up the length of your stocking clad thighs, where he stuffs you, and up the smooth softness of your belly and hips, up your waist, your covered breasts, the old bruises of the hickies he’d left on your neck, and then the way your lips part in a whine as you angle yourself to make him brush your g-spot. Your pussy flutters around him at his gaze, at him filling you, at the steady increase of your hips. 

You plant your palms against his chest, rising up more than just a few inches, until only a third of him is left and then drop your hips back down and a choked moan forces its way through your lips. Your palms slip to rest instead in the sheets beneath his armpits, palms curling into fists as your pace increases, and the wet smack of your coupling, along with the heavy smacks of your skin meeting grow louder, mingling with the sound of your shared moans.

 The heat between the both of you, the warmth of the room, the candle lights flicker, cause perspiration along your bodies as your hips meet. The heat makes the straps of your bra dig uncomfortably,and as you grind your hips in circles on your next downward stroke, you unclasp your bra and fling it off. The sight of your breasts bouncing free, then the jiggle with the thrusts of both of your hips has him groaning and flexing his muscles against the rope again, pulling the rope tighter before flexing his fingers. “Lean down, wanna feel you against me.” He huffs through his nose, flexing his hips up into yours again and you comply, laying your body down on his, breasts flattening against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the stutter of his heartbeat as your lips connect to his.

He shifts, sliding his thighs up to hook beneath your own, and planting his heels into the mattress to get more stability so he can he ruts his hips up into yours, the smacks of your thighs louder and your body bounces against his, your lips parting to whine into his mouth. He shoves his tongue in, grinding it against your own as he deepens the kiss, the smacks of his hips increase as his balls smack against the underside of your ass. Your shared moans grow louder, the coil in your belly tightens and you reach a hand up to bury it into his hair from the base of his neck, gently tugging it back to hear and feel his groan into your mouth.

“Fuck, gonna cum--” He grunts, his dick twitching within you, and the constant rutting and grinding of his shaft along your walls, the friction of your clit grinding into his pelvis, and the stimulation from the skin-to skin contact drove your own orgasm closer and closer to his own. 

“F’fill me--inside! Make me cum--!” You whine, babbling against his lips as you grind your hips back down into his with each thrust, free hand sliding up the length of his bicep and arm, over the tie, to lace your fingers with one of his hands. He squeezes back as he breaks the kiss to grunt into your ear with every thrust, his eyes squeezing shut, hips driving into your own with a hard plap!plap!plap! as your lips trail down the length of his neck, moaning into it as the hand holding his shoots down in favor of rubbing the hood of your clit in quick circles, your legs beginning to shake, thighs quaking as your whines heighten in pitch--

“Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!” He huffs, your pussy tightening and fluttering around him as you cry into his neck, the dam in you breaking as your teeth bite into his neck and he lets out a strained groan, his head tilting back, neck straining as he fucks you through your orgasm, your walls squeezing and milking him into his own as he lets out a ragged gasp and his own orgasm breaks. Thick ropes of his cum fill you, your hips continue to move to ride your orgasms, the creamy ring of your cum, along with his own, coats his shaft, your wetness dripping down his balls. 

His thrusts slow to a stop, your heart ringing in your ears as the two of you settle down. You’re breathing heavily, and his chest is heaving before he swallows his spit and rests his temple against your head. Your thighs tremble a little still from your orgasm and his thrusts, and the fuzzy feeling of the high of your orgasm is still buzzing your brain as you nestle your face into his neck. “Mmn..” you grumble, and he brushes his lips over the top of your head as you rest against him. The two of you allow your breaths to calm, bathing in the afterglow. 

When he goes to wrap an arm around you, he’s stopped by the hemp rope and he nuzzles your head. “Babe..the rope..” With heavy arms you reach above you and untie him from it. He rubs his wrists gently, luckily they weren’t chaffed or rubbed too hard, just sore, and then winds them around your body. 

“Thank you..You were so good...” You mutter, pressing your lips to the hickey you’d left earlier. He shudders, fingertips gently gliding over the length of your back. 

He lets out a huff of a laugh, “You were good, princess..” his voice a little hoarse, just as yours is as he tilts your head up with one hand to press a kiss to your forehead. You nuzzle your nose to his cheek. “Can’t believe you kept it up..” He laughs and you hum. “I told you I was gonna change your mind..I can dom..” He smirks, and you can hear the smugness in his voice as he cups the back of your neck and angles you in for a gentle peck of the lips. “I didn’t say you couldn’t..Just said I’d get payback when you were done,”

He cooes, half-hard length pulsing gently in you before he rolls the two of you over and his calloused palms slide up the length of your arms to lace fingers with yours and pin them above your head. “and I hope that you’re ready for your turn.”