#obanai thirsts <3

[vampcubus]

Thinkin’ about sucking the attitude right out of obanai, who’s been prickly all day, making passive aggressive comments and rolling his eyes until you pull him aside and set him straight. He's in disarray, scolding you with a scarlet flush because anyone could turn the corner and see you, but all that just melts away when he feels your hand around his cock that's been so annoyingly hard all day. And when he feels your lips around his tip? He’s a goner, whining and mewling into his own palm, completely forgetting why he was even peeved to begin with <3

[mysicklove]

Ohohoho! The cheer I let out seeing my lad on the options! Now, what to do for Obanai, hm? Never wrote for him before, so this should be fun. Obanai lost track of how many orgasms were drawn out of him, his gold and turquoise eyes rolled to the back of his head as you thrusted into him again, a low string of moans leaving his raw throat. "A-ah, f-fu-shit..." He moaned out, soft pants leaving his lips. You smirked down at his wrecked form, making sure to give a particularly hard thrust to make Obanai's body jolt, a high pitch yelp being your reward. "Aw, what's wrong, sweetness? Can't take anymore?" You teased, earning a whine and a shake of Obanai's head. "I-I...Oooohhh fuuuck..." Obanai could hardly form words, his body feeling like lead as he took what you gave him. He regrets begging for it so badly, he could hardly think, didn't know if he'd even be able to walk properly. "How cute, I fucked you stupid." You cooed, listening to your love try to whine in protest, enjoying how he failed to say a damn thing as you milked his prostate with your strap. His breathing was hitching, moans growing louder again. "Are you close, sweetness?" "y-yes..Yes! F-fuckkk, so c-close! N-need...need, I-I- Fuck, please, please..." Obanai cried out, tears brimming his eyes as he tried to focus his gaze on you, an order to look at you if he came still scribbled into his mind. "Please what, my love?" You purred, smirking as the snake hashira came undone under your hands again. "M-master, p-please! I-I n-need to- F-fuck, I-I'm gonna-" He had nothing left in him, you having drained him completely earlier that night, and yet he felt a mix of pain and pleasure as he reached another high, courtesy of you. "Go on, baby, cum for master." Obanai let out a hoarse yell, his body tensing as his dry orgasm washed over him, tears cascading down his pale cheeks, your title on his lips. -🍶 I kept getting distracted, sorry for the long wait.

DAMN OH WOW OK

camt even add to this. just feast friends.

[vampyan]

blog & request rules ;

minors and ageless blogs do not interact! you will be blocked on sight.

this blog is dom!reader x sub!yandere!character only. you can find sub!reader everywhere else so don’t come looking for it here.

all gender identities are welcome but this blog mainly caters to fem/afab!readers.

this blog is yandere-centric and will be littered with dark content, though all of these things will be tagged.

anon hate & rude asks will be ignored & deleted on sight cus idc.

this is a sideblog and i’ll mostly be posting fic here, so it won’t be nearly as active as my main -> @vampcubus

characters i write for ;

-> kimetsu no yaiba

kyojuro rengoku ; obanai iguro ; tengen uzui & wives ; shinobu kocho ; sanemi shinazugawa ; shinjuro rengoku ; zenitsu agatsuma ; inosuke hashibira ; tanjiro kamado ; genya shinazugawa ; muzan kibutsuji ; akaza ; gyutaro ; gyokko ; hantengu clones (sekido & urogi preferred) ;

-> telltale batman

john doe/joker ; edward nygma/riddler ; harvey dent/two-face ; harley quinn ;

-> helluva boss

blitzø ; fizzarolli ; asmodeus ; mammon ;

-> the arcana

lucio ; muriel ; asra ; vulgora ;

-> dragon ball

goku ; vegeta ; gohan ; broly ; frieza ; frost ; beerus ; android 17 ; android 18 ; zamasu ; goku black ; jiren ;

-> miscellaneous fandom yanderes

mizu (blue eye samurai) ; sidon (loz botw & totk) ; john doe (visual novel) ; victor van dort (corpse bride) ;

-> original yandere characters

coming soon!

request rules ;

👩🏻‍🔬: requests aren't guaranteed and might take me a while (especially since i run another blog as well) but i'll try to finish as many as i can >:3

yandere!character is the main focus of this blog, but yandere!reader is also acceptable!

all characters aged up to 18+ if applicable

please be specific and have a concept instead of sending something like ‘kyojuro x reader smut’ i’ll be more likely to write it if you know exactly what you want :)

will write ;

fics, headcanons, and quick thirsts/drabbles.

dom!reader x sub!yandere!character. (top! or bottom!reader so long as they are dominant)

fem or afab!reader for nsfw. will do fem or gender-neutral reader for sfw. (pls specify if you’d prefer a gn!reader)

non-sexual non-con, dub-con, non-con touching/affection, stalking, controlling behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, blood & gore.

polyamory, threesomes, and harems (ex: uzuren x reader, obamitsu x reader, inotan x reader, kamaboko trio x reader, fizzmodeus x reader)

a/b/o dynamics. alpha!reader x omega!character preferred, but will write for dominant omega readers (ex: prime omega!reader)

monsterfucking/teratophilia, monster/cryptid au yanderes (ex: cryptid!kyojuro, werewolf!sanemi, eldritch horror!yandere)

kny demon pet au (@/invertedphantasmagoria, @/phantasmiafxndom), hybrid au, catboys, puppyboys, bunnyboys etc...

won’t write ;

sub!reader x dom!character

male or amab!readers.

kink no-no’s: sexual non-con, incest/stepcest, daddy kink, piss play/watersports/omorashi, foot fetish, maledom.

forced pregnancy, miscarriages.

[nebulous-library]

Additional Demon Slayer Dick Headcanons

Because I’m a thirsty bitch who developed simptoms for additional kny lads

Part 1 here

Iguro Obanai —

listen I cannot stop thinking about my short king, I want to give him so many kisses and also ride the life out of him. 

I think he’s packing again, some fairly average length and girth. I’d say about five and a half to six ish inches, but the man is snappy with his hips.

He likes when you get on top so he can hold you and bury his face into your chest while he plows you with reckless abandon.

Definitely knows where the clit is and exactly how you like being touched. A considerate lover with immaculate technique.

Self esteem issues big time, so he has a hard time looking you in the eye or letting you see how cute he is with his cheeks all flushed and the neediness in his eyes

Just let him drown in tiddy while you cum on his dick, it’s all he wants.

Tell him he’s a good boy for you, he’ll melt

Better yet, actually, let him have one of your tits in his mouth. He’s embarrassed at the way he mewls and moans for you, so anything to muffle that is perfect in his book

He’s soft at heart okay obanai deserves that sweet, sweet lovin’

Gyuutaro —

When I tell you this thirst came out of nowhere, you guys….

Okay first of all, we know this man is a good big brother. A very family-oriented demon who would absolutely make the shittiest parent. But does that stop him from having a breeding kink??? Absolutely not.

Packing at least a solid 7.5”-8” ish if you ask me

You know that stereotype about scrawny emo boys who have giant schlongs??? Yeah, uh, that’s Gyuutaro

He is not at all nice when doing the nasty

He will 1000% have a corruption kink. If he sees a sweet pretty little thing like you who thinks they can fix him??? He’s gonna fuck that goody-goody savior complex right out of you

He loves the idea of ruining you from the inside out

Will absolutely cum all over you. He’ll bounce back quick and go round after round until he’s covered your face and tits and stomach and ass and back. Everywhere is fair game

Will spit in your mouth

He’s nasty and I like him okay

Akaza—

We already know he likes fisting (I’m so sorry, I had to)

Okay no I'm gonna be serious about this, he 100% is the type who would rather finger blast the life out of you. Like??? That man is not at all focusing on his own pleasure

You will probably have to beg him to put his dick in you

I'm leaning toward saying he's got about 6"-7" going on, but girthy as hell

Like, it's gonna take at least working up to 3 fingers before you can actually take that bad boy

He will fuck you however you need it, though.

We know he's chugging his Respects Women juice

If you tell him you want him to be rough with you, he'll do it. It'll take a lot of "....are you sure" "i am" "okay but are you SURE you're sure" "oh my god, YES" kinda conversation going on

Really really he prefers going slow and deep. Def specializes in very passionate moonlit rendezvouses(?)

Okay that's all I got, see you when Swordsmith Village arc starts byyyyyeee

[raitonsfw]

𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜.

navigation: about me. m.list. taglist form. kofi.

fandoms i will write for:

bungou stray dogs.

my hero academia.

attack on titan.

jujutsu kaisen.

demon slayer.

danganronpa.

black butler.

trigun.

characters i will write for:

bsd: osamu dazai. chūya nakahara. fyodor dostoevsky. nikolai gogol. sigma. ryūnosuke akutagawa. ranpo edogawa. edgar allan poe. atsushi nakajima.

mha: tomura shigaraki. tōya todoroki (dabi). keigo takami (hawks). kai chisaki (overhaul). shōta aizawa (eraserhead). tamaki amajiki (suneater).

aot: levi ackerman. eren jaeger. hange zoë. reiner braun. armin arlert. porco galliard.

jjk: satoru gojo. suguru geto. ryōmen sukuna. chōsō kamo. yūta okkotsu. fushiguro toji. nanami kento. mahito. higuruma hiromi. kashimo hajime.

ds: obanai iguro. tengen uzui. giyū tomioka. kyōjurō rengoku. muzan kibutsuji. akaza. douma.

dr: nagito komaeda. hajime hinata. izuru kamukura. makoto naegi. junko enoshima. mikan tsumiki.

bb: sebastian michaelis. undertaker. gregory violet. edgar redmond.

t-gun: vash the stampede. millions knives. nicholas d. wolfwood.

general rules:

yes; character x fem!reader. headcanons. sfw. nsfw. threesomes. sub/dom undertones. breeding kink. mommy kink. pegging/strap ons. sex toys in general.

dark content such as aphrodisiacs, cheating, degradation, blood play, corruption kink, yandere themes.

fantasy themes (faerie, mermaid, etc) and canon plot (ie, mha; quirk. bsd; ability. jjk; technique/sukuna's true form. dr; ultimate/talent. ds; breathing styles/demon blood art.)

no; incest. non-con. pedophilia. vore. watersports/scat. weight/body image. pet play. age regression. daddy kink. aged up minors.

maybe; omegaverse (specifically for atsushi and keigo).

general notes; hange zoë will be written afab with they/them pronouns. makoto naegi will be written as strictly submissive. junko enoshima, mikan tsumiki, & nagito komaeda i am willing to write male!reader for.

when requesting, please do include whether it is nsfw/sfw and afab!/gn!/amab! and a lil summary of what'd you like. if including multiple characters, please state which ones from that certain fandom.

i also will write in a last name-honorific format (ie; Dazai-san, Komaeda-kun, Aizawa-sensei (or just sensei), -sama/-chan/-senpai) if you guys prefer that in your request! Just let me know in said request and which honorifics you'd like.

also let me know if there's a specific nick/pet name you'd like for your character. (ie; fedya for fyodor, kolya for nikolai... i won't write the two with these names unless its specifically a fyolai x reader or if you ask for these names.)

keep in mind i write what excites/intrigues me; i need to be super into said request and sometimes my mind doesn't want to cooperate. if i feel as i can't get out the absolute best piece for that certain request, it'll just be a bit shorter than normal. i apologize in advance.

that being said, please give me around two days to a month to get to your request. i promise i am writing them, i just get distracted by life as we all do. as much as i'd like to be chronically online, sadly i am an adult who actually needs to adult.

my requested works vary with word counts, usually 800ish - 8k. anything specifically over 8k - 15k, i would ask you to please visit my ko-fi and commission me for a small amount of money. (still setting it up whoopsie)

i also have other commission requests i will accept (such as oc write ins, rewritten canon scenes with your choice of y/n reader or not, & character's i do not currently write from my listed fandoms including aged up minors).

i do NOT write for character x character works on this blog. i have another blog for that, @raitoclouds!

feel free to ask if anything confuses you!

requests are closed. current request count: ~3.

some other things to note:

i properly tag my main writing posts, but i do not tag my thirsts. (including my taglist, which is specifically for my main writing posts)

i do have the right to refuse a request as i see fit. it's nothing personal, sometimes i'm just not suited for that specific request within my writing. (i do try to write almost every one i get only because i'm determined to expand my writing limits so this is a rare occurence)

i'm a very socially awkward person and am sometimes not good with words (ironic hehe) so if i sound a bit out of sorts when answering an ask, that's why.

feel free to send me an ask with recs! (other people or your own works) i adore reading just as much as i enjoy writing. 🥰

also you are allowed to create fanart of my works if you'd like!

[glitchtricks94]

Welcome to the Void, sweetheart~

Hi, I'm Glitchtricks, call me Glitch though. Any pronouns, age 22. Snatched up by a delightful man. Full-time simp, extreme Gyutaro enjoyer and Obanai Inguro adorer.

This is a mixed content blog, essentially this is a dumping ground for whatever my heart desires. Current obsessions; Pokemon, Demon Slayer, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

I do not allow minors, ageless or blank blogs on here. You will be blocked/soft blocked on sight. AGE IN BIO OR PINNED POST IS REQUIRED.

Requests? Fuck it, why not try my hand here- OPEN (3/3). Thirsts? Give me an idea and I'll run wild - YES, OPEN. Request Info Thing

Masterlist

Twisted Wonderland

TWST Boys Bringing You Home Series!: Heartslabyul Random Headcannons!: Lo-Fi Hip-hop Beats to Chill and Cuddle To, Crush Headcannons: Jack Howl Birthday Edition Random Oneshots: Rough Day, Picked Your Poison, Hold Me

Demon Slayer

Drabbles: NSFW: Bondage Blurbs, Upper Moons 5 and 6 with a Darling that Likes to Draw Them, Little Star Pt.1, Little Star Pt.2, Angst/No Comfort: Ache, NSFW Thirst: Soft Dom Giyuu Tomioka, Anon Response: Brushing Gyutaro's Bangs Back Shorts: Modern Mitsuri Kanroji Idea This will be updated as I go! If I remember...

Tagging System

#glitchrambles.txt: In the name, me just babbling about things or with people. #glitchreblogs.share: Reblog tag, that's all. #glitchrants.grr: The angy venty tag. #glitchmustdraw.memo: Things I'll label as needing to draw one of these days/nights. #glitchwrites.notepad: My writing tag! I'll use it for when I write my fics or decide to respond to a writing prompt and I end up liking what I come up with for it! #glitchdraws.doodles: My little art tag I'll use whenever I draw something pretty or like a funny shitpost I make while sketching. #glitchfriends.(___)💜: For my wonderful friends. Love you all~! #glitchtalks.anon: The anon tag. #glitchtaggames.fun: Tag game tag! #glitchyaskgames.fun: The ask games tag! #glitchyboyfriend.honeypie: My honey's tag. Love you, honeypie! I'll admit I might've forgotten past iterations, but this is how it'll roll in the tag system.

Before You Follow

No racism, no ableism, no misogyny, LGBTQIA+ phobia, and just general assholery. This is supposed to be a fun, safe space for everyone around me and for myself. Have an issue with that? Leave.

Reiterating from the top, ageless, blank and minor run blogs I will block/soft block on sight. I am not tolerating anything of the sort here. I can't stop you from looking, but please do not interact.

I do write both SFW and NSFW, and will age up characters if applicable, the characters I'm leaving to my own discretion. Any issues? I encourage you to simply block me and go on your merry way.

I welcome any and all gender identities, and will gladly embrace you. I mostly write for female or gender neutral readers, leaning harder towards fem!readers as of late for comfort reasons.

I will write when I want to, it's how I get my best material, and sadly I do have slumps where I get attached to either art or writing. My posting will be inconsistent. I ask for patience.

Any requests or thirsts are at my own discretion to write for, and I will make it known if I'm uncomfortable writing a particular post for any reason at all.

Darker content and serious topics will be used in my works, though I will do my best to ensure appropriate tagging is included.

Also, since I forgot to mention this before, if you do try to start trouble, I will tilt my little head and ask if you're alright and any anon hate sent will result in me giggling and ignoring you. I'm here to have fun, not burn my time by fighting with people online.

If all of this seems fine and dandy to you, welcome in! And overall...

Enjoy your stay~

[meowzfordayz]

Idk what to put for title 🤣

Hewooooooo! can I please request a giyu tomioka x fem!reader fan fic?

smut preferred

(Also… WHAT THE HECK IS TSUNDURE????????????)

notes:

reader is like obanai-short

everything about her is like petite like she has small chest and is slender

Shes half demon ( basically human with the regenerative powers of a demon)

Curses like every 2-3 minutes during a conversation 🤣

Shes Tengen’s adoptive daughter so make her atleast a little flamboyant (but if you can’t do that thats okay 👌)

She’s really good at blow jobs

would rather be dominated

lewd as f###

(you can use this as the header if you want

Thats all! Thanks!

Hihi! ☺️ Unfortunately, I'm unable (time wise) atm to write a super detailed fanfic. If you'd like to resuggest just "Reader gives Giyuu a blowjob", then I'd be happy to add it to my wips — thirsts, but more specific characteristics/traits are a bit much for me rn. 😅

Sending you spectacular Sunday vibes !! ☀️🥚

[animemangasoul]

Follow Me

Summery: When the only people Zenitsu considers family are killed off by an upper moon. It leaves the scared boy all alone in a dangerous world, or well, that is until a pillar finds him and tries in his own awkward ways to train him for the final selection.

Or, In which Obanai doesn't want to but still somehow ends up taking Zenitsu under his wing

Chapter 1/50 -  I Found You

Move.  

He needed to move.

Obanai knew, clearer than he’d known anything ever before, that if he stopped now, he would die.  

Move  

Vision blurry, chest heaving, and hair matted against his skull, the snake pillar reached out blindly for the nearest object. Hand pressing down on a tree, he staggered; slick fingers smearing blood across the bark.

He breathed.

Nothing had gone right on this mission. It hadn’t been simple, the demons – the demons had been more than he’d been led to believe, and for some messed up reason... the humans, they had worshipped them. Willing to die and even kill him to protect their masters.

The situation was tricky, but – Obanai was a demon slayer. It was his job to protect these people, to save them, to avenge them, but – they'd poisoned him...Hurt him to save their masters, protect them – and yet, he’d tried, he’d tried so damn hard.

Kids, there had been kids there. So, he fought, and he bled and he’d won. But at what cost?

“I need to thank Kochou,’ he thought absentmindedly; vision slowly clearing as the detoxing agent started to take effect. If it hadn’t been for his follow slayer, Obanai was sure he’d be dead by now. ‘I’ll take over her training duties for a week,’ he decided. Still-

Outside of the poison, he was gravely injured; his leg leaving a bloody track behind it where he was dragging it behind him as he was slowly inching his way out of the forest.  

If Obanai didn’t get some semblance of rest soon, he would most likely not make it. Thankfully; even if he was far away from any rest station, he recognized this area. The former thunder pillar lived around these parts, and Obanai was sure the old man would have the grace to put up with him for a while. So-

With that in mind, he inched his way towards the only destination he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, would keep him alive.

What he saw when he arrived at the edge of the cliff however.

-Blood-  

-Death-  

-Carnage-  

There was something to be said about getting used to things. After a while of experiencing certain situations, a person-through time-will get used to those types of situations. Will not flinch when faced with them again and will move forward with a level head and a calm exterior, but – Obanai's stomach lurched.

Sometimes, certain situations just catch you of guard.

When safety – the very concept of safety, is flipped on its head... One finds themselves unsteady on their feet. Unsure, scared, and although Obanai Iguro is a pillar, and had been a demon slayer for even longer, for a split second, for a moment – His fingers twitched, his legs shook, and his face pinched into an expression of utter grief.

He remembered the old man well.

He had a certain laugh.

A frame shaking, stomach holding, belching of a laughter. It had been annoying, it had been warm.

Scanning the village bellow with two different eyes, Obanai furrowed his brows. The old man was dead. He wouldn’t - if he was still alive, if he... These people would still be breathing if – if he was still alive, the old man wouldn’t have let this happen.

He was dead.

He’d retired, and he was still dead.

It left a sickening feeling in Obanai’s stomach. A sort of disconnecting pain that he hadn’t felt for a very long time. A sort of burning feeling under his skin that made him-

Lifting a finger, he gently patted the slithering snake around his neck. “Let’s check for survivors,” he muttered.

Kaburamaru hissed softly at him. It was as much of a comfort to Obanai as anything. His lips twitched. “Thank you.”

Making his way down the mountainside was difficult and painful, but without a single sound leaving past his lips; only the echoes of his labored breathing greeting the wind, Obanai made his way down the rocky paths, slowly but surely.

When his feet finally met solid ground, he raised his face to the sky, and closed his eyes. His shoulder ached, his leg burned, and his ribs creaked, but – he only gave himself a second to breathe, before he put one foot in front of the other and started moving forward.

Nothing and no one.  

Every single life in front of him had been snuffed out. He couldn’t count how many times he’d knelt down; leg screaming in agony, and checked for a pulse on the least ravaged bodies around him, but-

Nothing.

Kaburamu hissed again. Obanai patted him. “It seems they’re all gone, old friend.” The snake didn’t say anything else, and Obanai continued on his journey. Towards the small cabin squashed between two enclosed training grounds.  

The old man was probably dead, but – He wanted to see it for himself. See what was left of him.

When his feet finally came to a stop in front of the broken down door, he saw the kid first.  

Sobbing and hunched over, all Obanai could do in that very instant, was stare. He hadn’t sensed him; probably the poison; while weak now it was still coursing through his veins, but...There was someone alive here.  Yes, the old man... the old man was dead (The snake pillar could clearly make out the twisted white hair and the jagged scar from where he stood), but, someone had survived the massacre. Someone was still alive.

A crying, unharmed, sobbing boy.

And he held a sword between his fingers. Fingers that were clutching at the hem of the dead man’s haori.

Obanai took a step forward. The kid tensed; noise suddenly dying in his throat. Obanai took another, and then another, until he was standing across from the blonde child.  

The kid had yet to move, but – his fingers were now gripping firmly at the hilt of his sword.  

Good

At least he wasn’t completely hopeless.

Dropping down on his knees; ignoring the pulsing pain temporarily, Obanai placed both hands on his legs and sighed. “He is dead. They are all dead, so what happened here, demon slayer?”

The kid’s head shot up, and through his glassy stare and wobbling bottom lip, the snake pillar saw something.

A burning rage, a reckless glint and a thirst for vengeance.

Obanai’s skin crawled and his mouth tasted like ash.  

It seemed, no matter how many battles they fought, he fought, tragedies would always strike someone down.

“Are you a demon slayer?”

The question was hesitant, wary, scared.

Obanai glared. “I am a pillar, brat. Show some respect and answer my question.”

The kid’s shoulders tensed for a second, before they sunk into themselves and the crying boy lowered his head. “I wasn’t here,” he muttered; one hand coming up to run shaking fingers over the old man’s face. “But a demon did this. She did this. Gra-Master told me. Before he... Before he-”

A sob.

The snake pillar stilled.  

“A demon? Singular?”

The kid nodded again. “Just one.”

Just one.

One demon.

One demon killed a former pillar and an entire village so fast that some of the victims' bodies were still warm. Still bleeding out.

Obanai swallowed.

A single demon.

“An upper moon,” he breathed.  

The kid’s eyes grew sharp. “What does that mean,” he blurted; fingers still resting on what remained of the old man’s face. “That’s what gram...master said too. What does it mean!”

The demon slayer frowned. “It means you better start talking brat. What happened?”

Ch 2 , 3 , 4

[vampcubus]

three way make out session with obanai and mitsuri. muffling their soft moans with your lips. watching their tongues swirl together whilst their eyes are fixated on you. they’re greedy, pulling away from one another only to advance their lips on yours. and if you tug their heads back by the hair before your lips touch theirs they both whine, green and heterochromatic eyes all glossy and pitiful.

[mysicklove]

Obanai MY BELOVED !!

Bratty little thing until you have your hand wrapped around his throat . Then he’s whining and squirming and apologizing .

withering under you bc it makes his head spin and he’s slightly choking for air. trying to escape your hole while thrashing his head back and forth and tears flooding his eyes. poor thing is grabbing onto your wrists with shaky hands and pleading with at you with big watery eyes

[animemangasoul]

Follow Me

Chapter: 3/50 -  Grief

Walking away from the only home he’d ever known had surprisingly been a lot easier than Zenitsu had expected. He’d felt nothing, nothing at all. Just a hollow-empty feeling that left him almost breathless. Maybe he should have known then. Maybe he should have anticipated what's to come. Something was clearly wrong with him. He wasn’t thinking straight and he – wherever Obanai-senpai was taking him, he didn’t know how to feel about that either. He didn’t know how to feel about anything anymore. Not until it finally came crumbling down all around him in waves of desperate and unstoppable grief.

Zenitsu hadn’t seen it coming. As far as his awareness went, he’d been following the pillar around in silence for hours; neither of them saying anything, and the younger occupying himself with gently patting the snake on his shoulder, but suddenly, out of the blue – his fingers... his fingers started shaking.  

It was unnoticeable at first, but-

They shook so hard by the end, Zenitsu had to physically stop and curl them into fists for the shaking to subside. He breathed out and breathed in. Nothing, no air was getting into his lungs. He-

His chest hurt. His eyes stung and... gramps---senpai... they, he – he'd lost them, hadn’t he? They were dead and, and he- He hadn’t saved them. Hadn’t saved anyone.  

Taking a step back, his knees buckled. He barely caught himself on a tree before he could gracelessly face-plant onto the wet mud of the floor. Still-

Gramps  

He buried gr-master. He’d buried him and he hadn’t even said anything. He hadn’t said a goodbye. He hadn’t said any.thing. He just – And what about Kaigaku-senpai? He hadn’t even found his body! Or at least whatever he found didn’t even look like him anymore. Eaten and mutilated. His stomach lurched at the thought. Clamping a hand tightly over his mouth his eyes bulged.

‘She ate him,’ he gagged. ‘The demon ate my senpai till there was nothing left and – oh my God. Oh my God – ohmyGod.’  

“Agatsuma?”

They were dead! They were dead and he... He hadn’t said anything. Nothing – he was never going to see them again and he-

“Agatsuma!”

Oh God. They were dead.

“Agatsuma! Kid!”

Zenitsu stumbled back; vision blurry and eyes leaking tears that wouldn’t stop. He was going to- his stomach lurched again. Something dark, something sickening climbing up his throat and wedging itself firmly between his guilt and grief.

He’d lost them all, hadn’t he?  

The truth, the undeniable truth hit him like a mountain; right across the chest, and the blonde collapsed to his knees by the sheer force.  

“Agatsuma!”

Vaguely registering the ghost of a hand on his shoulder, Zenitsu screwed his eyes shut and hurled. Everything he’d eaten that day; which wasn’t much, splashing on the forest floor and making him even more nauseous. He didn’t stop until he was only left heaving up nothing.

So now there he was. Arms bracing him from collapsing into his own sick and knees shaking from the effort it took to carry his useless weight.

A hand

A hand was rubbing circles into his back. He hadn’t noticed... How long? Still-

It felt warm, comforting, honest – But... he didn’t deserve comfort, he-

“Obanai-senpai?”

A breath of relief and then. “You with me brat?”

Maybe it was the tone, maybe because it was everything else. Maybe nothing at all, but for a second, he’d sounded like

Kaigaku-senpai.

Zenitsu pulled himself back on his knees; the older male carefully helping him so he could lean against the tree rather than sit without support.

When their eyes finally met, Obanai’s face was blank, Zenitsu’s was crushed. So, when the pillar let go of his shoulder and asked him an empty question that sounded like vague concern. Zenitsu gagged. The pillar froze.

The blonde gagged again.

“Are you going to throw up again?”

No, the answer was no, but... He gagged again. Fingers curling and uncurling and eyes dancing around wildly. He wasn’t going to throw up, but... Clawing at the ground desperately and then bringing those dirty nails to his eyes, Zenitsu just stared at them.

“Gramps hands are getting dirty,” he whispered; voice crooked and broken. “I have to get him out, I- I have to get them out. Gramps doesn’t like to be dirty I, I have to get them out!”

Obanai-senpai's face crumbled, and Zenitsu didn’t know why. It’s not like they had days between themselves and the village? They could still go back. Besides, gramps would make them a really good chicken stew and maybe he would give Obanai-senpai a couple of pointers too! It’s not like you were ever too old to learn right? He tells the pillar this, and two mismatched eyes stare back at him; unreadable.

“We can’t do that Agat... Zenitsu.” The words are careful, calm, understanding, yet firm.

Zenitsu doesn’t think the older is getting him, so he says. “It’s ok Obanai-senpai. I’m sure gramps will love to see you again.”

Some kind of stillness comes over the pillar then. “I’m sorry Zenitsu. Kuwajima-san is dead. You know this.”

Maybe, maybe he did.

He does.

He looks at Obanai-senpai, really looks at him. The older looks calm. Zenitsu envies that in him. Nothing is said between them for a while. The black-haired male taken the time to wipe his mouth with the edge of his own haori. Any other day, any other time, Zenitsu would have been shocked by the action. That someone else other than gramps-

But it’s not any other day, so instead he gasps, he hiccups, and then he curls himself into a ball and screams.

Screams so loud he hopes gramps can hear him wherever he is. Hear how much Zenitsu was missing him. Hear his pain. He wished – he wished he could hear the dead. He could hear everything else, couldn’t he? Thoughts and feelings and intentions and – why couldn’t he hear the dead?

He screams and continues to scream, and Obanai-senpai never leaves his side. A gentle hand on his head and a comforting figure shielding him from the world.

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Zenitsu doesn’t recover. Doesn’t heal or feel better after that. He can’t predict how much time has passed. Doesn’t know how much distance they have put between themselves and between his family, and every time he thinks about it, it hurts. So, he shoves it into the back of his head and carries on. Mind foggy and body numb.

Obanai-senpai is the one dragging him forward; fingers gripping tight around the haori covering his arm. It’s Obanai-senpai who forces food down his throat and it’s Obanai-senpai that washes his hair and helps him put on his clothes. Zenitsu should feel ashamed, feel embarrassed to look so pathetic and weak in front of someone that’s probably not that much older than him, but he can’t seem to bother. Everyone is dead and if he lets himself feel that fact for even a second, Zenitsu was afraid he would crumble down all together. So, he lets his new senpai drag him around, let him clean him up, let him feed him, let him fold up his own haori to use it as a pillow for his empty head. Let him do everything. And he feels nothing.

The pillar doesn’t complain, doesn’t stay by his side unless strictly necessary either, and even the white snake has migrated from his shoulders and back to his master’s. A brief flair of sadness skims under Zenitsu’s heart, but it’s quickly drowned out by the endless grief locked into his soul. So, he stares at his feet and says nothing.

He doesn’t say anything, at least not until his veins start burning with something else other than grief. It comes as sudden as everything else in his life had so far. Unexpected and shocking. An all-consuming feeling that defies all logic and reasoning. A thirst for pain. A dream of punishment. A desire for nothing less than vengeance.

He’s sitting there; legs pulled under him and face resting on his knees, when it burns him inside out. He couldn’t get his family back, never again. He wouldn’t ever see them smile or laugh or insult him. Never again.

But... he could give that demon the same treatment. Give her, her own never again(s).

Vengeance.

His eyes remain shut, but his hands stop shaking. For the first time since he’d found gramps.

-Purpose-  

-Vengeance -  

-Payback-  

-Death-  

It tasted good. It tasted sweet, and it made him breathe. Finally, it made him shut the whole screaming world out, and breathe.  

So, when the sun rose to meet the sky again the next morning, Zenitsu stood up on his own before Obanai-senpai could make his way over to him. Catching the other male completely off guard. Zenitsu gave him a faint smile for that, shocking the pillar even more.

“Morning Obanai-senpai,” he muttered.

It took the older man a second to compose himself, but when he did, he turned his back to the blonde and trekked his way over to the rock he’d been sitting on and took his previous place on it. “You’re feeling better?”

It was a question, and it was not at the same time. It felt more like a test.

Zenitsu nods nonetheless.

“Good.” Obanai-senpai is frowning now. “It’s been three days brat. Three days of you being utterly useless. I would have left you if that had kept up.”

The blonde flinches back; staring at the ground, fists clenched. “I’m sorry.”

“You should be.”

Every word out of the pillar’s mouth makes Zenitsu feel smaller and smaller.  

“Now, are you going to cause me anymore trouble brat?” He shakes his head; whatever resolve he’d come to, slowly crumbling under his feet.

“Good,” his senpai says again. “Now let’s go. We’ve wasted enough time as it is.”

‘No,’ Zenitsu thinks desperately; lips quivering and eyes widening as the older male picks up his bag and starts walking. ‘It can’t end here. He needs to listen to me. He needs to help me. I – I need to get stronger; I need help!’  

“Obanai-senpai!”

He shouts. Maybe he shouldn’t have, but it’s all he can do to find the courage to say what he wants.  

The other man stops.

“I need you to train me! I want revenge!”

The pillar doesn’t say anything for a while, and Zenitsu feels his stomach sinking. Maybe he was wrong after all. But then the other finally speaks up.  

“It looks like you have some guts after all,” he says. “Very well. Training starts in an hour.”

Zenitsu’s lips widen into a giant smile and he lets out a tiny little noise of excitement that makes the pillar snort. The blonde flushes red and looks down, but he still can’t get rid of the giddy feeling of finally having a direction to walk towards. Even if that direction is a bloody path that could lead him towards even more pain and suffering.

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He blinked, and in a flash the butt end of a sword was slammed into his cheek, and Zenitsu was hitting the ground faster than he could formulate a single thought.

“Get up and do it again.”

Groaning he sucked in a shallow breath; spat out a wad of blood and pushed himself slowly back on his feet. Raising his blade like he’d been instructed to so many times by both gramps and now Obanai-senpai, he grounded himself and moved to attack yet again.

A spin, a step and then another slam of the snake pillar’s sword. This time hitting his ribs and sending him sprawling to the ground.

“Again.”

Muttering less than pleasant insults under his breath; the thunder breath user forced himself to stand up. He didn’t even get the chance to assume the correct stance this time, before Obanai-senpai had him eating ground.

“Again.”

“I’m trying,” he protested; biting back the frustrating tears welling up in his eyes. He couldn’t afford to cry now. God knew Obanai-senpai hated when he cried. But- “I’m really trying senpai!” he pleaded; pushing himself to his feet. “I just don’t know what any of this is doing to help me!”

The snake pillar glared at him; his mismatched eyes shining with clear and indisputable disgust. “If you haven’t figured that out yet, you’re even more hopeless than I thought.”

And, ouch. That had hurt.

The older man most have seen the look on his face; the blonde not being able to mask it quickly enough, and that made the pillar sigh. Sheathing his sword, Obanai-senpai gave Zenitsu an assessing gaze. “You’re an idiot, aren’t you?” he finally said; nodding his head once as if he’d come to some kind of grand conclusion.

Zenitsu didn’t like his tone, nor the insult. He frowned. “No, I’m not!” Wiping his eyes in frustration, he glared at the other man. “You’re just not explaining anything, and I just don’t understand what you want me to do!”

“I want you to listen, you moron! Listen to my actions, listen to my thoughts. Listen!” Obanai was now furiously pressing at his own head repeatedly, trying to emphasize his point as clearly as he could. “You have an extraordinary hearing, don’t you? Use it.”

“Oh.”

“Exactly.”

It was, it was quite obvious now that Zenitsu properly thought about it. And he hadn’t even figured it out on his own. Biting his lip, he looked down. Shame coursing through his veins. He’d already lost a whole day with his useless fumbling and now less than three days were left before they arrived at the rest stop and – how was he going to convince Obanai-senpai to continue training him if he couldn’t even master the basics, but still-

“Gramps never told me to do that?”

“He had another student. He probably didn’t have the time to focus on anything more than you could handle.” Each word was spoken with a sort of exasperated tone that made the blonde feel like he was nothing. It wasn’t a pleasant experience. “Fortunately for you,” Obanai continued. “I only have you.”

Zenitsu’s head shot up. He might have imagined it, but – he did have an amazing hearing, didn’t he? And, it had sounded like, yeah – there had been something vaguely fond in the elder's words right then.

It made Zentisu feel warm inside, and maybe that’s why he took his stance again, wiped away the blood trickling down his forehead and licked his busted lip in concentration.

He was going to get this right.  

Closing his eyes, he tried to shut off all senses except for his hearing.

He wasn’t going to fail.

Everything melted away. He couldn’t feel the cold metal between his grip. Not the unstable forest floor under his feet. Not the orange light trying to burst through his closed eyelids. Nothing. All he allowed himself to concentrate on was sound. ‘Listen,’ he told himself. ‘Listen for the attack.’  

And there-

A swoosh of a sword, a wisp of clothing material and a soft intake of a breath.

Zenitsu moved, but – a thud, and he was on the ground again.

“Wa-” he choked holding his stomach; eyes tightly shut. “How?”

“Again.”

His heart sank.

He really was nothing.

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Training doesn’t go any better through the next days. It’s nothing more than pain and disappointment. Zenitsu found himself countless times wanting to just curl up into a ball and cry. He’d thought that now that he had a direction, a goal, that maybe – just maybe he wouldn’t be such a failure of a student anymore.

Maybe-

If Kaigaku-senpai had lived... He would have already been hunting down their killer, but here Zenitsu was, being a failure. Always a failure. Always.

When a sob tore its way passed his lips, the blonde slammed a hand over his mouth to try and muffle the sound. Still, his teacher had heard.

“Stop crying brat,” he said; quick, automatic, exasperated. “I told you not to cry in front of me. Go do that pathetic act somewhere else.”

Fair enough.  

But it didn’t make those cruel words hurt any less. Sometimes, it felt like Kaigaku-senpai's ghost was still hunting him through Obanai-senpai.

“Then get back here and eat. Wouldn’t do me any good if you just collapsed. You need to take care of yourself better, brat”

And sometimes; his lips curl up the slightest bit as he turns away from his teacher to walk away. Sometimes it was gramps ghost moving in the gruff mannerism of Obanai-senpai.

Still, time runs out in the end.  

Standing in front of the giant gates of the rest stop. Wisteria trees casting giant shadows over them, Zenitsu knows his time is up. Knows that after Obanai-senpai get sufficient amount of rest here, after he sends whatever information he said he would, the older man would leave, and would leave him behind.

And he couldn’t even protest.

It’s not like he had proved anything. A whole week, and what did he have to show for it?

Listen, his teacher had said time and time again. Listen to my actions, but don’t forget to be aware of your own surroundings, and still – still he wasn’t able to make a lick of progress.

He was sure Obanai-senpai felt relieved to get rid of him.  

It made something in his stomach lurch with agony. It took a moment for him to realize what the feeling was.

Disappointment. Disappointment that he’d managed to let someone else down yet again.