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yandere-romanticaa · 11 months
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I can't just let Douma be in the spotlight now, can I?
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For the past few months, you'd have a secret little rendezvous every single night without fail. You never saw his face as he would always have his back turned to you but you eventually gave up on pestering him to reveal himself fully.
He stumbled upon you randomly as you were tending to your garden and humming to yourself. It was a long way until his destination so the demon decided to take a breather, just for a little bit.
Besides, to him, you were nothing more than a potential snack at the time.
Your blood was young and hot and your flesh smelled sweet - the ultimate food. However, even a monster such as Upper Moon One liked to enjoy himself from time to time. He patiently waited for you to finish humming and he would strike you down then.
Never in his wildest dreams could he imagine that you would be able to even see him let alone approach him.
Tiny specks of fear and suspicion laced your voice but other then that you were completely friendly towards him.
It was moronic. He didn't understand why he chose to entertain you and your stupid questions.
You were cautious of him at the beginning but still kept a kind and friendly air around you, an odd change of pace for the demon.
And that is how this entire thing started, him and you, together in the moonlight. His checkered black and purple haori swayed lightly with the wind as his long hair covered most of his back, except his sword. You would often remark that because of the weapon he carried you oddly felt safe around him, that if anything dangerous would cross your path he could just hack it to bits. There was a bit of truth there, he was indeed capable of slicing down anything and anyone who stood in his way.
It's simply your own fault for not realizing that he was the danger you should run away from.
Kokushibo was amazed at how at ease you felt with him, so much so that you never actually stopped to analyze your surroundings - the world would go stale and quiet the moment he made his presence known, all of the woodland beings would flee the moment they would catch a whiff of the scary demon. The eerie silence did not stop you from babbling endlessly and Kokushibo himself never actually made the effort to do so either.
He'd would often ask himself why was he even wasting time with you like this. Someone this naive, silly and carefree was a walking target, dare he even say a simple meal on legs even. Any other demon would have eaten you by now and would have savored every single bite.
He hated himself a little because of this, for wasting his time with you.
But the thought of cutting you down made his chest ache, a feeling he had almost completely forgotten.
So he settled on this, for now. He would indulge you on your little outings and, while he would never dare to say it, he indulged himself as well by simply being in your company. When he was with you he was just another ordinary person.
The truth of his nature could still be a secret for a while.
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What would it be liked to be Tanjiro and Nezuko eldest sister who their parents adopted then when they found them in a bamboo forest as a toddler
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Eldest Kamado Sibling Reader | Yandere Kimetsu no Yaiba
It’d feel like perfect harmony
Helping your mother as you take care of your sister and brothers
You see yourself as just another member of the family
And so does everyone in the Kamado family 
Just one trip down the mountain leaves you and Tanjiro in devastation 
Guiding you both on the journey to avenge your family and cure Nezuko
But don’t ever think Tanjiro lets you out of his sight
seniority be darned
And neither does Nezuko 
Their both hurting and they won’t stand to let another member of their family die
Or let you run off with the various hashira and demons that can’t seem to leave you alone
Known as the eldest sibling to the demon slayer that carries a demon on his back demonslayers and demons alike just can’t help but try to sway drag you from your mission to save Nezuko and avenge your family 
The Hashira fight to make you or Tanjiro their tsugoko 
You guys travel in a pack so it's a given they’d take either one of you for their advantage with you in the long run
As the eldest, you need to be more than acquainted with your senior’s right
And the demons that have the honor of having your weapon pointed in their direction
Report to their master about the beauty that travels with the traffic light earrings
And at this rate, he’s got to meet you
Perhaps history will repeat itself and he’ll be given the next most loyal servant
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Hello!! I love your writing! I was wondering if you could write headcanons for yandere douma with a 12 year old daughter that looks almost identical to him, and how would upper moons 3, 1, and muzan react? (Doumas a single dad btw)
If not have a wonderful day!
Yandere Doma (platonic)
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Since you look like him, the cult would definitely worship you too.
You've never seen your mother.
Your mother went.. to the milk shop when you were little.
Douma would try to be a good parent to you.
You make him feel emotions.
And this would really be important to him.
Douma would make it clear that your father really loves you.
He would do anything for you.
However, you are now 12 years old.
So the age of pre-teens is fast approaching.
You're not your daddy's little girl anymore.
YOU are trying to create your own personality and opinion.
Oh how Douma doesn't like this at all.
He really doesn't want you to grow up.
And he really doesn't know how to react.
Akaza gets to act as his therapist…
Whether Akaza wants to or not.
Muza would hate Douma even more during this time.
Douma would complain about your behavior much more.
He doesn't understand why you don't obey him anymore.
In addition, you ask a lot of troubling questions.
Mostly about your mother.
You'll also want to go out at sunrise.
You will certainly cause Douma gray hairs.
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faesdreaming · 11 months
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May I make a request for Muichiro?
General Yandere Muichiro Headcanons
a/n: reader is the same age as Muichiro in this, can be read as platonic or romantic
tw: yandere themes, overprotective behaviour, potential spoilers for Muichiro’s backstory
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•Muichiro, despite his young age, has many impressive feats. Being the youngest member of the Hashira has gained him notoriety— though most of his notoriety stems from his apathy.
•His blunt and air-headed nature often scares people off. He doesn’t mind or care. But then, there was you. A seemingly constance in his life. Originally, Muichiro didn’t care for or about you. Especially when you were so beneath him. You were a lowly Kanoe while he was a Hashira. Regardless, you seemed determined to remain by his side and he didn’t care enough to stop you.
•Eventually, he becomes accustomed to your prescription in his life. You’re something to remember- something Muichiro lacks. While his demeanour doesn’t change outright, there are subtle differences that indicate his attachment to you. He acts more considerate towards you than others and tolerates your behaviour that he wouldn’t tolerate from anyone else.
•His feelings become more obvious after he regains his memories. Once he remembers the loss of his parents and brothers, Muichiro develops overly protective tendencies. The loss of his family burns fresh through his memory and influences his treatment of you. He doesn’t want to even imagine losing you. Also, similar to his treatment of Tanjiro, Muichiro openly begins to display his affection and bias towards you.
•Overall, Muichiro is a very lax yandere. He isn’t doesn’t meddle with your daily life or your relationships with other. He also doesn’t limit your freedom, at least until he regains his memories. Even then, Muichiro only really prevents you from going on really dangerous missions, or will accompany you if you do go.
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eskumii · 23 days
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Can you pls do platonic yandere sanemi x demon child reader (that is also tanjiros and nezukos younger sibling to)
soft yandere!older brother figure!shinazugawa sanemi x child!demon!reader hcs [platonic]
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TITLE: " TURBULENCE " — navi.
A/N: this contains huge manga spoilers in regards to sanemi's past/relationships!! also ,, ty for being patient annonie, if ur still there :') also i accidentally posted this b4 i finished it, so sorry if anyone saw that...
PAIRING: soft yandere!older brother figure!shinazugawa sanemi x child!demon!kamado!reader (platonic)
CHARACTERS: shinazugawa sanemi (21), reader (12), nezuko (14), tanjiro (16)
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☆ sanemi hates demons.
☆ that much is clear from the spectacle he made of your older sister, nezuko, at the hashira's headquarters with that horrrible temper of his. needless to say, you don't like him at all and he clearly doesn't like you or your sister, either. it certainly doesn't help that master kagaya seems to have a sour sense of humor as you're now stuck with him as your babysitter.
☆ both tanjiro and nezuko vehemently object to master kagaya's orders. the servants of the residence had to literally rip you from the ironed grips of your older siblings, who were screaming bloody murder as if you'd be separated for the rest of eternity. they were certainly being a tad bit dramatic, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't just as upset.
☆ with the deal set in stone, however, sanemi drags you to his home as begrudgingly as humanly possible and condemns you to one of his spare bedrooms. apparently he lived alone (expected tbh) in a traditional style home, complete with the koi ponds and bamboo deer scares. it's nice, you'll give him that, but his nasty attitude doesn't seem to match the beauty of his residence.
☆ although your living conditions are less than ideal, you're old enough to know that staying under someone else's roof is almost never free. you try (keyword: try) to do what you can to help around the house but sanemi is constantly hollering at you to leave him alone or to not mess with his stuff.
☆ he insists you stay in your room and out of his way, but you still tail behind him from afar out of your debilitating boredom. if he notices, he says nothing, and simply ignores you as if you're not even there. at least when you were with tanjiro and nezuko there was always something to do—sanemi is so boring.
☆ sometimes sanemi gets really angry for seemingly no reason and at any given time. he'll storm outside and take it out on the poor practice dummies that litter his backyard, grunting in oblivious rage when he accidentally kicks one of their heads off. you're not sure what it is about you that makes him so angry; you've kind of already ruled it out as his perpetual state of being.
☆ and, well, sanemi doesn't... hate you. you remind him so much of his younger brother, genya, and most of his anger is only borne out of pain. as the eldest of the family he once knew, it's not like the instincts he acquired to take care of his siblings just went away. you simply remind him of who he used to be and the weaknesses that tore his family apart make him inexplicably angry.
☆ considering your resemblance to his late younger siblings (and genya), sanemi does get protective over you in his own ways. sometimes you meddle too close to the windows during the day, so he'll yell at you to move. or sometimes when you're scarfing down the raw meat he gives you, he yells at you to slow down lest you choke.
☆ it may seem like he's not paying attention to you at all, but he's always peeking at you with watchful eyes. he's notices that you like to watch him train but can't be out in the sun, so he hung up a blanket in the branches of a nearby tree without saying a word to you. you smile knowing that you're growing on him.
☆ during the evening, sanemi often catches you out in the garden picking flowers. usually he'd shrug his shoulders and turn his nose up, but he felt compelled to see what you were doing out there all the time. plus, he couldn't have you wandering out beyond the walls.
☆ "what're you doin', kid?" sanemi's booming voice scares you and you drop your basket of colorful flowers on the ground with a squeak. you scramble to gather them again and you're surprised to see a pair of scarred hands helping out, too.
☆ "i'm gonna make flower crowns for when tanjiro and nezuko get back." you answer once all the flowers are back in the basket. sanemi snorts. "flower crowns?"
☆ you nod. "yup! here, i'll show you how to make one." sanemi has zero time to refuse as you grab his hand and pull him down onto the grass with you. you take a length of string that you had stolen from one of his many rooms of junk and began to attach the flowers to it with a clever weaving pattern.
☆ sanemi is fuming in embarrassment as you eagerly teach him how to make a stupid flower crown. this is ridiculous. but why can't he just get up and leave? when you hand him the string of flowers to try it out for himself, your childish giggling is contagious as he fumbles clumsily and accidentally crushes the delicate stem in his callous grip.
☆ in the end, sanemi finds himself enjoying making flower crowns with you, but he threatens you violently with a ruffle of your hair should you tell anyone about it. he would never admit it but as he looks at the crudely made flower crown that you helped him with, he feels a distantly familiar feeling of warmth igniting in his heart again.
☆ the rest of the days you spend with sanemi begin to feel more pleasant than it did initially. sanemi no longer leaves you to your own devices, but instead tries to find things for you to do during the day when you can't go outside. he'll bring you puzzles and teach you how to read with children's folktales written on tarnished scrolls that he said he kept from his old family home.
☆ you're not sure what happened, but sanemi dotes on you now. once you had tripped and split your finger open, and sanemi rushed to your side like it had been your head. it healed within a few seconds, but sanemi still scolded you for walking around unsupervised.
☆ and when you get feverish due to your refusal of eating human flesh, which is often, sanemi tarries by your side day and night in order to make sure you're as comfortable as can be. cold, damp towels on your forehead, fresh raw meat at your bedside, and anything else you want, he gets for you. the worry etched into the lines of his forehead shows how much he cares about you.
☆ by the time tanjiro and nezuko return from their mission to collect you, sanemi doesn't even want to let you go. in fact, you've both grown attached to each other and while you're overjoyed to see your siblings again, sanemi has also become something like an older brother to you. you've grown to love the big residence and his presence.
☆ you're in tears as sanemi pats your head and smiles crookedly at you for what feels like the last time. you beg tanjiro to let you stay longer but he firmly tells you no. sanemi makes tanjiro promise that he'll take you to visit him or else he'll kill him (he's serious).
☆ when you inevitably depart from sanemi (tanjiro has to pry you away from him), he feels about as lonely as the day is long. the residence feels too big without you following behind him like his own shadow, and every time he turns a corner he half-expects to find you doing something to cause trouble.
☆ sanemi takes the flower crown you both made and seals it in a glass jar. he hopes that you'll visit again before it withers, or else he might just go out and find you himself.
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yandere-kokeshi · 8 months
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Platonic Headcanons About Yan! Sanemi, Yan! Gyomei, Yan! Tengen and Yan! Rengoku About The S/O who is their Little Brother Calls Them Father.
How would they react to S/o Jumping to Give them a Hug and Tell. " Wow Dad! You're So Strong You Could Carry Me Your Arms Are So Strong!
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Warnings: yandere behavior and platonic behavior; is not romantic!
A/N: this is such a cute idea 😩. Tysm for sending this in <3
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Gyomei Himejima:
An immediate blush, then crying. He's so comforted by your words, especially by being his only last relative.
"Thank you so much, I don't deserve your kindness. You're too sweet for me."
It'll take a while for his tears to stop falling, but once he does quit being a crybaby, Gyomei is very taken back by your words, especially using the word 'Dad'.
From now on, you can have as many piggyback, handholding, and any type of picking-up motion by this giant.
For the next few days, he's spoiling you more: letting you buy all types of things, surprising you with items he necessarily wouldn't buy without help, or letting you come along with his training activities.
He secretly hopes that you'll call his 'dad' or some type of name. It makes me smile really big thinking about it.
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Tengen Uzui:
He's taken back, staring at you like you said the weirdest thing ever. Though, within a second, you're thrown into his giant arms and squished to death by not only his muscles but his loud praises and yelling.
"Why of course! They're just for you! I'll pick you up whenever you want!"
And he takes that literally. Sometimes, you'll be walking around the house doing chores and all the sudden, he's whisking you off your feet because he 'heard you needed help'.
He's definitely bragging it to the other Hashiras; rubbing their face and considering himself to be the 'best father'.
With you using 'dad', he's expecting you to call him that at all times. And when you don't, Uzui gets pouty and whiny; asking if he did something to upset you.
You're already spoiled by him, but now? You're spoiled rotten. You can ask anything, even a golden bar or a pet snake – he'll make sure he gets it to you for being the world's best kiddo.
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Kyojuro Rengoku:
Much like Uzui, he's taken back. But immediately smiling, his loud and confident attitude returning as his smile is real.
"I'm glad you see me as a dad! I'm more than happy to carry you whenever! Let's take a trip to get food, yes?"
Considering your home life and your shared father, he's really happy you see him as a father figure – especially infatuated with how strong he is.
He pinky promises you that no matter what time of the day, if you wanna be picked up, he'll make sure to hoist you up onto his shoulders.
Deciding if you wanna continue calling him father, he really doesn't mind it. He actually preferes it, but if you don't feel comfortable, he won't pressure you.
Another one to brag to everyone. Definitely runs up to Shinobu and Mitsuri, explaining the situation and laughing when they both smile in awe.
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cherryblossomsenpai · 4 months
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𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐔
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𝕀𝕤 𝐇𝐞 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕎𝕙𝕠 ℍ𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝑌𝑜𝑢?
𝕎𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌! This is a multi-chapter fic that will cover a list of dark and disturbing content including: incest, sexual harassment/assault/non-con, character deaths(?), explicit language, domestic/child abuse, graphic descriptions of violence and mutilation, depression/PTSD, instances of self-harm, masturbation(?), delusional romantic and platonic yanderes, and perverted/creepy behavior.
Note: Characters have been aged up (18+).
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Kyojuro, please help me.
Like a faulty swing of a sword against an unbreakable object, something inside of Kyojuro snapped when he read those words.  His sense of duty to protect the passengers and investigate the cause of numerous disappearances of both citizens and his own fellow Demon Slayers from the Mugen Train incinerates faster than the strike of lightning on dry grass.
The world is muffled, even more so than his weakened hearing is accustomed to, and he rises from his seat so slowly that it’s as if he's underwater.  His chest tightens from the grip of his regret for leaving his sister alone and defenseless against their drunkard of a father.
He knew he should have gotten her out of there years ago. He knew he should have spent just one extra night at his Estate, just as his sister had pleaded. He knew he should have dealt with Shinjuro sooner.
He knew he should have. He knew he should have. He knew he should have.
“Rengoku?  Is everything alright?” a blurred face asks him with a tilt of his head. 
Kyojuro can’t make out the redhead’s features, only the distorted silhouette of green and black.  Two other figures are beside the younger Slayer, but Kyojuro does not even give them a sideways glance. 
Instead, he lethargically staggers to the nearest door and opens it with such force that it’s torn off the hinges.  The Flame Hashira doesn’t even blink from the crack of wood.  He tosses it away, ignoring a shriek as a couple hide themselves to dodge the door thrown in their direction. 
“Rengoku!” that voice calls out to him again. But this time, it’s done so with a sense of distaste.  Does this lower-rank dare try to lecture him?
The screeching winds as the train continues to race through the night do nothing to cool the blood boiling throughout Kyojuro's veins.  With an unsteady inhale, he leaps off the train, transitioning to a maddened sprint as soon as his feet hit the ground. Distance and the train's clacking along the tracks eventually drown out the voice that still calls out to him.
“Rengoku!"
"Rengoku!”
"Rengoku!"
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“Are you hungry, Big Brother?” a timid voice asks, “I can prepare dinner right now.  What would you like?”
The girl attempts to hide her shaking, her gaze nailed onto the tattered scraps of her brother’s haori spread about on the wooden floor.
The fabric was still stained.
“Anything you prepare will be just fine,” Kyojuro answers, his proud voice as cheerful as ever.  He continues to sharpen his blade, and whether it’s because he doesn’t notice it, or because he doesn’t care about it, there is no reaction on his face when his sister squeezes her eyes shut at the screech of metal and winces when she instinctually balled up her fists.
Nails take an eternity to regrow.
“Alright,” she made out weakly, now on her feet as she sped out of the room.
The moment she had closed the door, she leaned onto the nearest wall for support, a hand on her chest as she gasped for breath.  Her heart hammered so strongly against her ribcage that she feared it would burst through the bones.  It took every ounce of willpower to keep herself from screaming to let out all her pent-up emotions.
She focused on the feeling of cool air filling her lungs and exiting through her mouth with shaky exhales. Her heart steadied itself eventually, and when she was calm enough, she stood upright and began tiptoeing her way to the kitchen.
“Are you alright, Y/n?”
She wasn’t fast enough to cover her mouth.  A startled cry had escaped her lips before her hands could catch it.  Senjuro’s eyes widened, but not as much as Y/n’s.  She stared at the door, rooted to the floor in pure horror as she waited for it to open.
And it did.
“What…?  Happened…?” Kyojuro interrogated with gritted teeth, a vein ready to burst from his forehead.  Y/n couldn’t find her voice, but it didn’t matter anyways.
“Y/n got scared again,” Senjuro answered, frowning as he wrapped his free arm around his trembling sister.  He turned his body to the side so as not to create any contact between Y/n and his other arm wrapped up in a sling.  Y/n kept still, tears clouding her vision as she looked into Kyojuro’s ochre eyes.
He looked too much like him.
“It's just us. There's no reason for you to be so paranoid,” Kyojuro tried to console her, his lips that had just been pulled into a taut line now curving upwards into what used to be a comforting smile.  Y/n remained frozen as her brother now brought them all into an embrace. 
“I’ll protect you from anything, from any one,” he enunciated, his hold on her tightening.  Y/n kept her face pressed against her brother’s chest, preferring the darkness over his hellish eyes.
“Look at me.”
She did not move.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you, woman…”
“Look at me.” 
Y/n forced her eyes to his.  His smile was gone. 
“No one will ever hurt you again,” he swore, “I’ll kill them before the thought is even conceived in their minds.  You’re safe now.  Don’t be afraid anymore.”
She nodded slowly, reminding herself that this man was still her brother.  He still cares about her.  He still loves her.  He still knows what is right and what is wrong.  All she has to do is manage her fear; walk the thin line of obedience and play the part of the grateful, hard-working sister. 
That will keep her brothers happy. 
That will keep them sane. 
That will keep her alive.
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“It just doesn’t make any sense,” Tanjiro continued as they followed the Kasugai crow through a dark forest.  “How could he just abandon those people?”
“Maybe he’s just a coward,” Inosuke theorized.
“People died because he left,” Tanjiro spat. 
Eight passenger carts were just too many for them to protect.  If the Flame Hashira had stayed for just a bit longer, then they all could have gotten rid of the demon before he had consumed so many passengers.  They could have stopped the train before it had crashed into the next station.  They could have thrown it off the rails as they were passing a desolate clearing instead of a busy city to reduce the death toll and collateral damage.
So many lives could have been saved. 
The screams and cries of the survivors on the train and the onlookers in the city still rang in Tanjiro's ears.  The curses and shouts from them as they ridiculed the Slayers for not being strong enough, for not being skilled enough, for not being enough to save their loved ones kept his body at a constant, scathing heat. 
What could have been so important that the Flame Hashira abandoned his mission? 
Whatever the reason was, he’d know soon enough. 
The Slayers stood before an Estate, and without waiting for permission, Tanjiro pushed the heavy gate open and made his way towards the main house.  His friends could only follow close behind to keep up with him.
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Preparing dinner was usually a calming pastime for Y/n. Her brothers gave her space to handle things on her own whilst they tended to other chores. It was one of her few moments away from their suffocating grips and unpredictable tendencies.
A hand covered Y/n’s mouth and she screamed into it. She couldn’t turn to see who was behind her, and she couldn’t struggle out of his hold.
“Don’t move,” Kyojuro warned, “Someone is here. You’re going to stay hidden and wait until I call for you. Do not come out, no matter what you hear. Understood?”
Her muffled agreement was enough compliance for him. He led her towards a group of large wicker baskets that were used for bringing in produce from the markets. With a firm push down on her shoulders, Kyojuro had her sit on the floor. Grabbing an old cloth, he threw it over her and the other baskets to shield her from view. Then, he vanished.
"We never get visitors..." Y/n pondered, trying to control her shaking, "...so who would come all the way out here...?"
Heavy footsteps entered the kitchen, and Y/n held her breath. She watched from a small tear in the cloth as a figure came and investigated the bubbling broth and prepared vegetables. A boar’s head was tied at his belt, and Y/n suspected he was a robber who had snuck his way in. But rather than grab anything valuable, he snatched handfuls of food and gobbled them down.
"Clear," he made out, burping loudly as another person stepped into the room.
"Inosuke, now is not the time to be eating," he reprimanded, and Y/n's fright returned when she noticed the scowl on his face.
"Meh, there's nothing in here," the one named Inosuke huffed, taking a bowl with himself as he walked out.
Now, she just had to stay hidden from one man.
His dark hair swayed as he searched throughout the kitchen for something, or perhaps someone. A box was strapped onto his back, and a sword was at his hip.
"They're Demon Slayers."
The redhead sniffed the air, and Y/n retreated away from the slit to avoid being seen. No longer able to tell if the Slayer was getting nearer, she could only wait and pray that he hadn't noticed her.
Tanjiro paused at the delicate scent lurking just out of reach. He inhaled deeply, but it was so faint. His initial curiosity to find the source was quickly consumed by desperation.
“Hello?” an unfamiliar voice called right in front of her. He slowly pulled the cloth away, and Y/n scrambled to come up with an escape plan. But before she could do so, all her thoughts came to a halt when a maroon gaze met her own.
His eyes went wide and his shoulders slumped. For a few moments, he only stood there, his jaw slacked. She stared back at him, feeling so small beneath his gaze. It wasn't angry, it wasn't even confused, it was just...intense.
"I found you."
No longer covered by that cloth, Tanjiro could take in the sight of the one who exuded such a lovely scent. She sat before him, doe-eyed and helpless, like a rabbit too afraid to run away. A grin curved his lips while a warmth swirled in his chest.
However, Y/n continued to tremble, and when the overpowering smell of her fear replaced her sweet scent, he was snapped back into reality.
“It's okay. Are you alright? What are you doing down there?” he asked, reaching his hands out for her. He spoke quietly, softly, and Y/n dared to accept his help of lifting her to her feet.
An unfamiliar restlessness shot from his palms straight to Tanjiro's heart when her hands met his own. However, knowing that she was still intimidated by him, he forced himself to remain calm.
“Please don’t be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. I just have some questions for Rengoku. Do...you know where he is?”
Anger no longer heated Tanjiro's chest. Now, it was a fire that sparked and grew ever so wonderfully, the flickers casting their tendrils into the darkness to awaken something within himself.
“Kyojuro?” she verified - tensing from the unexpectedness of calloused fingers stroking her knuckles, only to relax just as quickly - “What do you need to ask him?”
“He abandoned his mission. He was supposed to handle a demon on the Mugen Train, and my friends and I were also sent to help. But when we arrived, he left us with that demon. I need to know why he didn’t stay.”
Truth be told, Tanjiro no longer cared that much about finding the runaway.
“I-” she paused, suddenly realizing that she was the reason why he had returned. The weight of all the lives lost because Kyojuro chose her over them crushes the wind out of her.
“It’s my fault…”
Tanjiro cocked his head to the side.
"I'm sorry...I should have never sent that letter...I begged him to come help me..." - she hung her head in her hands, too ashamed to meet his eyes as she confessed her sin.
She prepared herself for shouting; for him to blame her for the countless deaths that resulted from her selfishness. But instead, he asked, "What happened?"
"Huh?" She looked back into his eyes. They were warm and welcoming, slightly furrowed by concern.
They were beautiful.
"There was..." she began, wrapping her arms around herself, "My...My father...He..."
"Did he hurt you?" he pressed on, his eyes raking over her. She nodded before showing him her bandaged fingers. Just as he was going to pass a finger along them, she blurted out, "Please don't touch them! They still hurt..."
Y/n wailed as he bandaged her finger.  She tried to squirm away from him; the agony from the friction of the cloth against the raw skin that should have been covered by nail was unbearable.
"This is what happens when you disobey me."
He retreated his hand away from her. "Don't worry, I won't." There was sincerity in his voice, and although they were still strangers, Y/n felt she could trust him. Already, she had more faith in him than anyone else in this rotten place.
Noticing movement from the corner of her eye, Y/n gasped when she saw a large man attempting to creep his way towards them. Seeing her panicked state, Tanjiro immediately reached out for her and pulled her into his chest, his right hand pulling out his blade as he faced the intruder.
"Rengoku."
There was venom in his voice, contrasting the protective and gentle hold Tanjiro had on Y/n. He smelt of fresh greenery and wood, and he was warm. Warm like a gentle, sunny day.
He didn't burn.
"Let go of her," Kyojuro ordered.
"Is he the one who hurt you?" Tanjiro asked, stepping back and bringing Y/n with himself. Kyojuro furrowed his brows, confusion twisting his face.
"No," she said, barely finding her voice, "No, no he didn't. It wasn't him. He-"
She can still hear the screams.
"He isn't here anymore."
Although Kyojuro hadn't been the one to blame for Y/n's injuries, Tanjiro refused to let her go. Similar to how a demon and a slayer size each other up before aiming for the other's throat to claim a human prize, the two men stared each other down.
"I had to save my family," Kyojuro said, "So...you understand why I left, don't you?"
Tanjiro nodded. How could anyone not forsake everything to save someone so soft and sweet?
"I will not fail her a second time," he continued, now taking a step towards the pair, "I will never allow harm to come to her again."
"Sir...I can assure you that I would never hurt her," the redhead responded. Knowing Kyojuro's stare was intent on finding a vulnerable area to strike, Y/n took a deep breath.
"It's alright..." - she forced a smile, wiggling herself out of Tanjiro's suddenly crushing hold. "Big Brother..."
At those words, Tanjiro's grip became more lax, and she was freed. Y/n approached her brother and put herself between the two tense Slayers.
"I just wasn't expecting...visitors, is all."
"You were terrified only a moment ago," Kyojuro pointed out.
"I only got scared because I thought you were-"
She bit her tongue. Any mention of him, and Kyojuro would surely go into a rage.
"Anyways-!" she chirped out, turning back towards the redhead, "I'm sure you've travelled for a long time, haven't you?"
"How many of you are there?" Kyojuro growled out.
"There are two other Slayers with me," Tanjiro answered as he placed his blade back into its sheath, "We're all friends."
"Friends do not trespass into a stranger's home..."
"We were worried about you," Tanjiro replied with clenched teeth, "But now that I see why you left in such a panic..." He glimpsed at Y/n before continuing, "...of course I understand. Any good brother would abandon strangers to help his siblings. It's the right thing to do."
Y/n swallowed hard.
"Besides," the redhead added, "I'm not the only one who's been wondering where you've been. The other Hashira and the Master have also been awaiting a report. I heard that some did offer to investigate, but I'm not sure if they'll follow through or not since they know that I'm here."
Y/n's back was to Tanjiro, so she failed to catch the darkening that spread across his eyes as he said, "You and I could write the report together! That way, you'll have the most favor when they make their decision on what to do with you!"
Kyojuro's eye twitched. But a smile splayed across his face as he grabbed Y/n by the shoulders and said, "I thank you for your concern. I shall take you up on that offer, but at a later time. Perhaps when little sisters are not in the room." The teasing lilt in his voice did nothing to settle the tension, but it was better than a direct threat. Tanjiro simply nodded, holding back a smirk. Just the mentioning of the Master had guaranteed his safety.
"We should probably take care of that," Tanjiro suggested to Y/n, gesturing towards the broth blowing steam like the racing train he had been on just a few days ago, "Let me help you." He rolled up his sleeves and headed towards the counter.
Kyojuro could only ball up his fists as Y/n hurried to the redhead's side, trying to convince him that she would be just fine and that it would be wrong to make a guest do housework. But Tanjiro only chuckled and politely refused.
Kyojuro felt invisible. How could Y/n put herself in danger so carelessly? This man was a stranger, and an unwelcome one at that. His intentions are undoubtedly evil. Was this lower-rank a former student of his that couldn't meet the mark? Is that what this is all about? It's an attempt to get back at him for his own failures?
No, that can't be it.
There's a certain look in that redhead's eyes that makes Kyojuro's skin crawl.
"Careful. It's hot," Y/n warned as she slowly brought a ladle towards Tanjiro. He gladly accepted a taste, humming with satisfaction.
"It's delicious!"
Kyojuro was so lost in thought, almost blinded, that he was caught off guard by the harsh tug on his sleeve.
Senjuro muttered something, wide eyes glaring at the redhead beaming at Y/n. Although he hadn't heard him, Kyojuro followed the movement of his lips to understand what he had asked.
"Who is that?"
Kyojuro quietly led Senjuro out, patting his burning shoulders before mumbling, "He's only a visitor. Don't worry."
Senjuro let out a growl at that, the veins in his eyes spreading their crackled lines along his white scleras. But Kyojuro kept his voice steady, urging his little brother to do the same.
"He'll be gone soon."
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tinandabin · 1 year
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Yandere hashiras x modern reader PART 2
Part 1
@mikoz-u I woke up and wrote this.
Having your tongue cut off wasn't pleasant, especially from your own creations. All because you happened to talk about their oh-so-sad past.
But will that stop you? No. So of course, you have to learn sign language now. And you did.
The hashiras were baby-ing you more ever since they had to 'punish you.' Really now? PUNISH? Babe, that's not a punishment, it's a crime.
Did they care? No.
Mitsuri would out of the random start blabbering apologies and start crying saying of how she was just soo sad.. She really didn't wanna hurt you! But it was for your own good. But she promises that she didn't wanna hurt you! :(
And our dear Sanemi couldn't just get enough of taunting you, saying that those were the consequences of your own action. Sometimes Obanai would join him.
He would all be like, "See? If you hadn't talked shit and acted like a brat, none of this would've happened." All the while you would be cursing him off in sign language.
All of them learnt sign language with you, which was one of the most convenient way to talk to you.
But did the all of you ever have a civil conversation? No.
You would still be taunting them in sign language, obviously.
"Sabito died because of you, Giyuu!"
"Genya is all alone and is probably dead, just because you couldn't stay in your own world, Sanemi!"
And more and more taunts at their past.
You've made them cry NUMEROUS times. But they never cried in front of you, though.
They were now contemplating cutting off your fingers.
They do regret cutting off your tongue, a bit. I mean, they can't hear your sweet voice now.. Even if it was always insulting them, still.
They just wish for you to behave like a good girl so that all of you can live in peace and harmony.
Is that too much to ask now? They've gone through so much all because of you, and now you refuse to be their place for solace and calm? Don't act so selfish, now.
All you have to do is sit there and behave. They will take care of everything else. You wouldn't even need to lift a finger.
"Ne, [Name]-Chan, please open your mouth!! This is extremely delicious," Mitsuri swooned, hovering some mochi near your mouth. You couldn't do anything but open your mouth, still remembering what happened the last time you didn't.
In the background, you could hear Obanai and Sanemi chuckle saying how their 'punishment' seemed to work.
Like a doll, you were dragged from one hashira to another. All of them saying, '"It's my turn now with [Name]!" Were you some kind of damn puppet? You would say that, but you can't. I mean, your hands are tied and you can't speak..
Muichiro dragging you with him outside to your backyard to cloud-gaze so that he can lay in your lap.
Uzui forcefully making you model different clothes he bought for you, some of them too revealing for your liking.
Kyojuro making you watch a movie with him, thinking of it as a date and all the while ignoring the fact that you were tied up.
Mitsuri styling your hair and squishing your cheeks, treating you like some kind of Teddy bear. Man, you feel like biting her hand if she touches your hair once again.
Gyomei is the most tolerable, since all he wants to do is simply be in your presence.
And then comes Shinobu The Witch. She is probably secretly researching how to make a 'love potion.' If given the right materials, then man you are doomed. I feel like she would enjoy gardening with you. To her, it feels intimate.
All Giyuu wants to do is hold your hand and cuddle you. Anywhere. He doesn't care who is watching and where you are. Probably the neediest and clingy.
Sanemi would also likely make you watch him cook. Look, you can't tell me he isn't a good cook. I refuse to believe such bullshit. The food he makes is bomb, but of course, you would never admit it to his face.
Last but not least is Obanai. He is too shy to ask for your attention so he would most likely be stalking you doing different activities with everybody in the shadows.
You are just some doll for all of them. A real, breathing doll.
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viridwns · 10 months
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Hear me out- what if Darling sees Muzans female form? Honestly, I think i would go feral.
Female Muzan>Male Muzan
Darling would resist Male Muzan to the max. Like biting and scratching at him, making sure his life is way harder than it used to be.
But oh.
Ooohhhhh
When she sees female Muzan?
On her hands and knees. Even barking if F!Muzan commands it.
She's down HORRENDOUSLY (and who can blame her because same)
Darling is suddenly complying with everything she asks of her or does with her.
F!Muzan wants to dress her up all nice and pretty? Darling is going to be a perfect doll.
F!Muzan wants affection? Darling is all over her.
F!Muzan asks her to speak Japanese? Darling is suddenly fluent.
F!Muzan is also somewhat softer than M!Muzan, but still a real mean girl. She's also surprised at the whole switch darling went through the moment she saw her female form.
She isn't complaining, though, and absolutely ravishes in this new attention.
Darling just admires F!Muzan, it's like a whole new person demon. They enjoy cups of tea together, dressing up together, doing eachothers hair.
It's almost like how darling is with Daki only not platonic.
I wouldn't say darling is now A okay with the whole kidnapping and weird ass relationship thingy, but she is more willing when F!Muzan is around.
NSFWISH WARNING
Muzan would also use this to his advantage in the bedroom.
Darling was never compliant sleeping with the demon, but in female form, she is allot less resistant (it's still there, though)
F!Muzan has never been a fan of change, but when she tried out all these new ways in how they could pleasure each other, she was quite baffled.
I wouldn't say Muzan likes it better in female form, but he isn't complaining either.
She's still rough, but the experience is so much better somehow.
Anyway, F!Muzan is just better in lots of ways than M!Muzan (and hotter)
But you know, at the end of the day, it's still Muzan, and darling is still trying to bite her way out like a feral toddler.
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5cookiekitty · 11 months
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Could you do a fanfic with you demon slayer fanfic idea with reader having the same personality as daki but worst and visiting them and was attacked by a hashira and had to call one of her siblings
*『koku-nii』
Yandere uppermoon {kokushibo} × little sister reader
Fanfic idea
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'This is to easy.' The hashira avoided the array of pin like crystal that came flying towards him with a slash of his breathing. 'Somthing isn't right here.' He could feel it in his bones a she watched uppermoon zero send out more crystal's from the ground in which he weaved and dodge once more. The crystal's on her face that formed in the middle of head in the shape of a butterfly glowed allowing for crystal like butterfly to fly through the air.
"I can you feel you getting weaker and slower! Your a hashira right! If I kill you here I will certainly expect some praise!" The demons voice was sickenly gleeful on such a beautiful face. Her Kimono , that split open to show a leg that wore geta sandals and a ankle long white sock , fluttered in the wind like falling angel wings. Maybe she was one.
The hashira stared at the demon who was taunting him much like how a child would. ‘Something isn't right here.’ he thought as he easily deflected away another array of crystals coming his way. ‘There's no way it should be this easy right.’ this was an uppermoon of course but even he was getting bored with this battle. ‘Doesn't matter anyway…’ he activated his breathing as he slashed forward in an instant and behind the demon. “Cause your through” 
The demon was quick to try to snap her head around with the anger on her beautiful face clear as day. “What did you just say to me you li-” and then suddenly the world was upside down and spinning as she collapsed like a marionette without its strings attached as her head gently rolled on the ground as her body slumped to the ground on its side. “Huh?”
“Do you mind telling me where your little demon friend is hiding.” he watched those e/c eyes glare at him from the floor. “Since you're too weak to be the one who killed all those slayers.” he got an angry screech in response. “What is that supposed to mean! I really am an uppermoon ,I am! I'll kill you for your insolence!” he looked down at the demon on the floor with confused eyes. “Can't kill me if you're dead.” His voice was flat and deadpanned.
“It's not over yet , You just caught me off guard! If I put my head back on, I'll show you! You wont get me a second time”
“You're right I won't get you a second time cause there isnt going to be a second time.”
“But-”
“Stop it , it's over. You're over so why don't you just go ahead and die already. Your reign of terror is over.” he was about ready to stop entertaining this soon-to-be-dead demon when suddenly he felt something. ‘What the-’ all the hairs on his body stood to attention as he narrowly avoided a thin crystal needle coming at him. ‘Hold on, wait a minute, why isn't she disintegrating.’
“How dare you!How dare you! How dare you!” the shrill voice on the angry demon renovated throughout the forest as she sat up onto her hands and knees, head forgotten in favor of slamming the ground down in anger. “DIE! DIE! DIE! all of you slayers can die!” the demon continued her babbling angry rant as the hashira stared on in growing confusion. “I'm an upper moon!i'm strong and i'm getting stronger everyday! I'm better than you!I'm better than you, you hear me!” The woman now had angry frustrated tears streaming down her face looking and acting too much like a child in dire need of comfort.
“My head got cut off! It got cut off! He cut it off!”
‘Wait hold on , who is she complaining to-’
And suddenly with a hand raised in the air that once more slammed onto the ground she released what felt like death itself.
“KOKU-NIIIIIIIIIIII”
And before the hashira could comprehend what was happening there was a sudden burst of unimaginable bloodlust throughout the area as something started to emerge from the female demon's back. Suddenly he was swinging forward as every instinct in his body since becoming a demon slayer activated in a sudden urge and need to kill the literal death-bringing-thing coming out from where it was hidden with his katana. And yet as soon as he neared the thing , inches away , his katana cut through nothing.
And then he heard sniffling and a whine and his head quickly snapped behind him to see the demoness , crying softly into a hand that cupped the side of her face gently as she tried in vain to whip away her rapidly falling tears. Head now attached to her body with a person crouched in front of her. “Y-you saw what he did right.” Her voice was soft and shaky , reminding the slayer of a crying child and not of a heartless demon that he knew she was. “I wasn't doing anything and yet-” she sounded like another slot of tears was going to come out as the last of her sentence wobbled out.
The slayer stood to the back , uncertain of what to do. Even for someone like him the back to back abnormalities were coming quickly and he felt as though he needed some time to rest.readying himself he quickly zipped across the room only to jump back when his face came too close to being sliced in half by a sword. ‘Shit.’ He could feel blood begin to dribble down from his head as his eyes finally found the new occupant in the room. ‘Double shit.’ cause staring back at him were six eyes , the middle pair having kanji written in it.
Uppermoon 1 
“I knew something was off.” the slayer mumbled as he looked the upper moon up and down. ‘This is bad. I can feel it in my bones.’ He watched as the girl, not a woman , never to grow up and be one continued to cry to herself in the background. ‘Not to mention that one aint exited from the land of the living yet. What the absolute hell is going on here.’ he stepped back , a bit nervously , when uppermoon took a stance that blocked most of his view of the woman.
“You must be a hashira.” The demon talked slowly, giving his tone that of a gravitas one. ‘His whole aura screams unnerving tranquility.as if he's in control of everything.’ The hashira got into a stance , hands on the handle of his katana ready to strike at a moment's notice. “Yes I am.” he watched as the demon brought down his katana also into a stance ready to fight. “Good.” he said. “Maybe you'll last longer…than the others.” and with a swing of the katanas and the swirl of crystals the fight was on.
hours later y/n would give kokushibo her gift she meant to give him before she attacked in the midst of a bloody massacre. A hand carved comb with little dragons painted onto it to with white crystals. It would the next night when y/n had combined herself with him that he would genly touched the comb hidden away in his kimono as he stared up at the moon.
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demonlamb666 · 2 years
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Sweet Dreams (yandere Enmu x reader)
Warnings: yandere themes, amnesia (kind of), kissing, death (but not specific), slight spoilers for the mugen train arc (but nothing dramatic), alternate ending.
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Your feet padded across the wooden floorboards echoing through the eerily quiet house you had woken up in. It was perfectly quaint with a elegant Suzuki kitchen and hardwood floors. You rubbed your hands nervously on the exquisite kimono you found yourself dressed in, the lush expensive fabric soothing your frazzled nerves. When you had first woken up in an unfamiliar bedroom your first thought was to run to the window and see if there was any chance you could squeeze through and escape, but as soon as you had slid it open a vicious icy wind had pushed you back and you could only stare in shock as the harshest snow storm you had ever seen raged outside. You had pushed yourself off the floor and slammed the window shut with all your strength before you decided to investigate the home you found yourself in, praying that this was all a misunderstanding, and that your missing memories would return.
Your head shot up and you stepped back apprehensively as you heard footsteps coming closer to the kitchen and someone opened the sliding door. A slim man about your age with delicate features and green and pink tipped hair stepped into the room humming softly, he looked at you in suprise before a gentle smile spread across his face “oh? What are you doing out of bed my flower?” You stepped back cautiously as he walked towards you and his face tensed in disappointment “don’t be afraid dear! I’m your husband I would never hurt you” he cooed. You kept stepping back as he approached you slowly “H-husband…what the hell are you talking about, I don’t even know you!” The man smiled and tilted his head playfully as his face leaned uncomfortably close to yours “I’m your husband, Enmu. You were attacked by a demon which must have damaged your pretty little head” he smiled as he tapped the top of your head “don’t you remember me at all?” Your eyes narrowed as you examined Enmu’s face trying to find a trace of familiarity, you had to admit there was something about him that seemed familiar…Your eyes centred on the sharp canines that glinted whenever he smiled “you do seem a little familiar” you thought out loud “see I told you so darling!” Enmu exclaimed happily as he stroked your cheek gently.
“Are you enjoying it darling?” Enmu asked, tilting his head slightly as you picked at your food. You gripped your chopsticks tightly as you tried to remember anything from your past that help you figure out if the man in front of you was in fact your husband “Enmu, how did you say we met again?” He laughed fondly “my flower I’ve told you, I fell in love with you at first sight.” You hummed at the lack of specifics in his answer and went back to eating the feast before you. The table was covered in every dish you could imagine and the delicious smell overwhelmed your senses, but every time you took a bite and swallowed your stomach stayed empty, you didn’t seem to get full. Your brow furrowed as you stared at the food before you.
“Flower” you gasped in surprise as a voice huskily whispered next to your ear, your head whipped in the direction of the sound to be met with Enmu’s face unnervingly close to yours. A cry of suprise escaped you before being muffled by his own lips pressing firmly against yours. He kissed you lovingly in an almost desperate way that made your heart throb and butterflies explode in your stomach, your body relaxed in his hold as your lips matched perfectly with his and you held each other.
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The demon stroked your hair softly as your sleeping form laid across his lap, he twirled strands of hair between his fingers as you smiled contentedly in your sleep. Enmu smiled and leant down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead “don’t worry flower we’ll be at your new home soon, for now, sleep tight, and enjoy your dream.” He almost envied the dream version of him that got to feel your soft lips against his, but soon he would make that a reality. For now he would wait and enjoy the ride in the comfortable seats of the Mugen Train, surrounded by the corpses of the demon slayers who had tried to stop him.
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yandere-romanticaa · 11 months
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I'm not sure if it's okay, but can I request a second part for this precious Douma post you fed us with please ?
If you don't do second part to your post, no problem, anything for him will calm my hunger 🥲
Here it is, the heavily requested part 2 of this piece. Hope you enjoy it!
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Barely a week has passed ever since the horrific encounter with Lord Douma.
You recalled someone saying that the stench of death is permanent, that it is something you can never forget once you get a whiff of it.
The smell of rot and decay haunted you both day and night. Sleep became a scarce luxury as you would lay awake in the dead of night, wondering just what other poor soul was Lord Douma going to devour next. It all clicked once you put two and two together, of course he was a demon. His strange reactions, twisted attitude and carefree smiles were nothing but a mask to cover up his true, carnivorous nature. Douma clearly had a preference for women for his meals as you noticed that most of the people who ran amok were women.
Were you next?
Despite him not turning around and even outright saying that he wasn't going to do anything, you simply did not trust him. Why should you? He was a demon, a very clever one at that, clearly. He managed to trick hundreds of people into blindly following him and submitting to his every single little whim. All he needed to do was just say the word and the entire community would execute you without a question - Lord Douma's word was absolute.
You didn't even want to think about the other much more grizzly possibility if he wanted a more hands on approach.
Due to the encounter that you had unfortunately witnessed, your work had started to hinder. You became sloppy and shaky, you couldn't even perform the most basics of tasks. Someone else was always forced to step in for you and others voiced their concern for you.
"Why aren't you with Lord Douma? You always pour his afternoon tea!"
"I thought Lord Douma wanted you close by for the ceremony?"
Many similar statements would ring in your ears on a daily basis that it made you want to bang your head against a wall a pull out every single little strand of hair. Just how blind and stupid were there people?! There was no way that you were the only one who knew what was really going on behind closed doors. To make your living nightmare even worse than it really was, on one fine and sunny morning one little boy came up to you. With a cheerful smile on his face he said:
"Lord Douma wishes to speak with you! Please meet him in his chambers as soon as possible!"
Each step that you took felt more and more agonizing then it should have been. You felt like someone had placed a giant pile of rocks on your chest and chained them there. What were you to do, oh God, what were you supposed to do? Do you play dumb or should you come clean? If you told him the truth he might appreciate your honesty and let you off the hook -
...That was nothing but wishful thinking. There was no point in trying to make sense of a demon.
You arrive to his chambers, the doors closed shut. With a heavy heart you knock and a cheerful "Come in!~" is heard from the other side.
You don't dare look at Lord Douma directly in the eye. You lower your head in fear but do your best to make it look like a sign of respect. He sits on his makeshift throne, chin resting on one hand as the other urges you forward to sit in front of him. With your knees sinking to the ground you feel him reaching out towards you, his fingers were playing with stray strands of your hair.
You still did not raise your gaze.
"(y/n) dear, I haven't seen you in so long! I missed my favorite disciple so much! Why are you ignoring me?!"
Who would have thought that this whiney brat in front of you was a man eating demon? He sounded like a little boy, like he hadn't seen his favorite toy in a long time, which was partially true in a way. You grit your teeth and try thinking of something proper to say but Douma beats you to it.
"Do not ignore me."
Icy chills take over your entire being. Since... Since when did Lord Douma sound like that? You clenched the fabric your kimono, knuckles turning white due to the pressure. Suddenly, a sharp thug forced you to look upward and were met with a rainbow gaze.
"You aren't ignoring me, right, (y/n)?"
You can do nothing but gently shake your head. With his gaze glued to you it was impossible to breathe let alone speak. Feeling the pressure behind your skull lighten your shoulders slump forward as Lord Douma brings you closer and locks you in his embrace.
He knows.
He knows that you saw him. Why else would he summon you like this? Feeling helpless you could do nothing but wrap your arms around the cult leader, returning his hug in full.
Ignorance really was bliss.
You finally understood the beauty of it.
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Oi Could Do The Yandere Hashiras Reaction To Their Male S/O Be A Baker Who Makes Delicious Food And Always Gives Them A Piece.
Could You Do Their Reaction When Your S/O Comes In Crying Because Someone Rejected Their Food Saying It Was Disgusting
I'll do one 🖤🖤🖤
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Baker Reader | Yandere Demonslayer
Sweets and pastries are yours to make and for them to eat all while imagining you did this just for them. Alas it is not and surely they’ll have to decide what to do to your every critique and enthusiast as time goes on. Best hope they keep their activities well and out of your kitchen:
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Iguro Obanai 
“I promise I washed all the blood off of me before coming here.”
“That includes your clothes too!”
“Fine.”
Treats coming customers pretty cruelly until you scold him
He prefers you not get any customers if it means you’ll only feed him
But give him some cake and a kiss and he can be swayed
Otherwise he will glare at customers endlessly 
Or passive aggressively ‘spill’ what has to be gasoline on them
Weird
Now those bold enough to insult you to your face or otherwise
Is more than likely already a cold case or tragically dead by odd circumstances
Obanai’s determined to protect you but he doesn’t mind that you’re happy too
Otherwise he would have executed the entire town of customers 
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Yandere Kagaya falling in love with a demon s/o? Two of his children got trapped in the area infested with demons and had thought the worst but later found out demon reader protecting them from the others. She built a small den with wisteria although it hurt her, she still stayed close to guard them and provided for them.
Yandere Kagaya Ubuyashiki
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Okay this situation would be really challenging and not really possible in canon...
But this is a fanfic so Fuck canon XD
Kagaya would be worried when his child disappeared.
Of course, as any parent would.
And he was really relieved when his child was found safe and unharmed.
And when his children start telling about the person who helped them during that time, of course Kagaya wants to meet them...
It would only be a "little" shock when they find out that you are a demon.
Okay once this was found out every Hashira would be against letting you live.
But none of them want to go against Kagaya.
With you, Kagaya would be really restrictive.
He doesn't want you to hurt yourself or others.
Of course, your "visit" to him is a big security risk.
Another reason why you really can never leave him.
So you've practically been kidnapped.
Kagaya explains it calmly and is polite.
All things sound reasonable when.he.says it.
He has a soothing voice.
But maybe just to be safe, he puts wisteria flowers near the exits.
But even his kindness has its limits.
If you behave badly, good things will not follow.
Usually he just scares you.
But don't worry he will also comfort you later.
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faesdreaming · 2 years
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Pride Month Special- How Yandere Parents React To You Coming Out
a/n: happy pride month everyone!
tw: coming out, implied/mentioned homophobia
Gojo- This giant absolute menace of a man I swear to god, you don’t have to worry about him being supportive or anything like that, no. What you have to worry about is how over the top he goes. Man’s organizing parades, making banners, literally everything. It doesn’t matter how many times you beg him to stop because he’s embarrassing you, you’re his baby and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t show his unconditional support and love. He’s definitely telling everyone too, if you’re out that is, just won’t shut the hell up. Nanami cannot count the amount of times Gojo has gushed about you and how proud he is of you. Of course you’re dying of embarrassment in the corner, but he’s doing this all out of love for you.
Sukuna- He’s definitely a little confused. Not in a bad way or anything, he just doesn’t understand immediately. You’ll have to take the time to explain it to him but once he gets it he’ll be so supportive, but more subtle about it. He won’t be throwing over the top parades or anything like that, but he will 500% find a way to mention in it in all his conversations. Like he’ll be doing curse king shit or something and then one of his vassals will start talking about the most irrelevant topic in regards to your sexuality. But those that stop Sukuna from worming in how his precious child is queer and how amazing they are? Nope! He’ll talk about it for hours then make it seem like the vassal has committed some sort of deadly crime when they try to change the conversation back to the original topic. It’s even better if he finds out with reader who’s reincarnated into Yuji’s older sibling because they’re in their twenties and have been out for a couple of years now, so it’s not a big thing and probably comes up in casual conversation. Sukuna’s gonna rupture poor Yuji’s eardrum because he yelled so loud. He was utterly shocked, he was fine with your identity, but how could you not tell him?? And your poor brother is gonna have to deal with all of Sukuna’s tantrums about you not telling him whenever you walk into the room. Eventually he mellows out though, he’ll deal with your lie by omission once he has you in his grasp again.
Oberyn Martell + Ellaria Sand- Original bi disaster couple, no one can convince me otherwise. Anyways both are pretty chill with it, I mean they probably knew already, they’re very supportive of course! Your siblings, the sand snakes, are too. Dorne is a very free and modern country in terms of opinions, not to mention you’re a child of a prince so you enjoy a lot more freedom to express yourself than others. And if someone does have a problem with, they best keep it to themselves or else they’ll have a furious red viper and his equally enraged sand snakes after them.
Levi Ackerman- He’s quite mild about it, to be honest. He’s not unsupportive, just quite about it. Not out of shame but just that he’s generally closed-off. Also, he believes that you should be able to share your identity based on your own terms. He’s very happy that you felt comfortable enough to share it with him though. He definitely made you tea when you came out too. Of course if he hears anything about anyone having a problem with it, well let’s just say that you will be the least of their problems from then on.
Tengen + His Wives- They’re all so happy! Especially since you trusted them enough to tell them. Tengen definitely brags about his flamboyant kid and how spectacular they are. He buys you and himself a ton of pride shit, I don’t care that demon slayer takes place in the Taishou period, this man will make custom pride merch, just for you. Suma cries as per usual, I headcanon all of them as queer but Suma is canonically bi! So, I imagine her crying tears of happiness and joy that you’re like her in a way and that she understands. Makio is aggressively supportive, like shove it down your throat kind of supportive but supportive nonetheless. Hinatsuru is pretty calm about it, she just wants you to know that she loves you unconditionally.
Muzan- He’s kind of like Sukuna in a way, as in he’s confused. Unlike Sukuna he probably understands what it means he’s mostly confused on how he didn’t know immediately. He is supportive though! And if his confusion hurts you, he’ll immediately apologize. You’re his sweet child, no matter how old you really are, so he’ll support and love you regardless of anything. After he’s done apologizing and you forgive him, you can guilt him into doing pretty much anything for you, which you probably could do just with a hug and puppy dog eyes! If there’s one thing Muzan won’t tolerate, it’s people slighting you, so you can guarantee that you won’t be receiving anything less than the highest praises from everyone.
Light Yagami + Misa Amane- They’re both completely supportive of you, though they show it in different ways. Misa is over the top enthusiastic about it. She starts doing LGBTQ+ campaigns, wearing pride merch, signing brand deals promoting it, basically everything and anything she can to prove she is the greatest ally in the entire world, all for you. Light is subtler in his approach. He’s happy thar you’re happy and that’s pretty much it. He’ll do little things to support you, such as boycott homophobic brands and celebrities, wear small pride pins and all that. Either way, they both support you unconditionally. And if anyone says anything to you, you can bet their getting the most painful and humiliating death possible.
Erasermic- Oh! They’ve been expecting this forever! Aizawa has probably known since the start and subtlety let Hizashi in on it, who was extremely excited. They support you and make sure to reassure you about that every day. They’re like Light and Misa in the aspect that Aizawa is very calm regarding your identity while Hizashi supports you with over the top gestures. You know they love you though, and are grateful for them.
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yandere!kny main trio (tanjiro, inosuke, zenitsu) hcs + sharing a darling
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TITLE: " YOURS, MINE, OURS " — navi.
A/N: this is set after the manga's ending but there are no spoilers. :) i promise i'm working on reqs, i kinda just had this sitting around so i decided to finish it! (skull)
PAIRING: yandere!kny main trio (tanjiro, inosuke, zenitsu) x reader
CHARACTERS: kamado tanjiro, agatsuma zenitsu, hashibira inosuke (not specified but aged-up)
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☆ you're so in trouble if you manage to get all three of them to fall for you.
☆ it all began when you stumbled upon tanjiro's humble adobe, hidden within the thick foliage at the top of a mountain. you're severely injured from an unlucky scavenging accident and have managed to venture quite aways from your hometown. with a fractured arm and multiple bleeding wounds, you didn't think you'd make it far enough to find anyone for miles. that is, until you impede upon the lives of three oddly powerful men living in the middle of nowhere. aren't you lucky?
☆ at first, you weren't sure how they were going to react to a random woman appearing on their doorstep begging for help. however, they were surprisingly open and welcoming—tanjiro and zenitsu were, anyway. inosuke, not so much. in the following weeks, you get to know them a little better and they allow you to stay in their home until your arm heals up. you offer to help around the house in order to level the debt you owe them for basically saving your life but, sweetly (or strangely) enough, you're instructed to sit still and rest while they take care of you.
☆ tanjiro has the most potential to be your favorite because of how kindly he treats you. he was the one who initially bandaged up your wounds, cooked your meals, and even washed your hair when you couldn't reach due to your fractured arm. it's embarrassing, but tanjiro is very respectful of where he touches you, as well as where his eyes wander. needless to say, he dotes on you the most and is overall such a sweetheart. he's very attentive to your needs and often knows what you want before you say it; he's observant and mindful of your likes and dislikes. you find comfort in his presence and he gives surprisingly good advice.
☆ he's technically the "man of the house," as it's literally his house, and he truly does act like it. he spends a surprising amount of time chopping wood to make charcoal to sell in the town that sits at the base of the mountain. you feel hesitant to ask if you can accompany him while he works—you already feel like a burden with how much he does for you, but he never seems annoyed by you, ever. though, he only allows you outside as long as you promise to sit in the shade and not walk off on your own without his or the others' supervision. it's a bit... extreme considering the scale of your injuries, but you've learned to do as he says. tanjiro is just looking out for you; you're so grateful to him.
☆ you already know that zenitsu would immediately try to wife you up. out of all of them, he is by far the most clingy and possessive. when you're not around, he cries because he misses you. when you are around, he cries because he doesn't want you out of his sight. due to his tendency to be loud and expressive, zenitsu is never, ever ashamed to constantly fill your head with sweet compliments (he has no shame, actually). most of the time he'll ask to hold your hand or hug you—he needs to have some kind of skinship with you in order to be satisfied. he does try to show off for you but he's often outshined by inosuke, who enjoys one-upping him while doing even the most menial tasks.
☆ sometimes if he gets too grabby-feely you have to smack him away, but any attention from you is good attention to him. he has a weird way of worming himself into your heart. zenitsu is always the one who cheers you up when you're bummed out about your injuries, or if you're feeling particularly homesick. he's constantly doing silly things to make you laugh or just react to him in any way; he'll even go as far as hurting himself (dramatically crying over a paper cut or a minor scrape..) in order to keep your attention on him. he loves it when you pat his hair or reciprocate his affections, even if it's just for a little bit. a total [y/n] hog!
☆ inosuke is very ignorant when it comes to romance. at first he tried to fight you to assert his dominance and superiority, but after realizing you were injured, he promised to at least "wait until the woman was healed" after much persuading from tanjiro. though clumsy in his advances towards you, he's earnest and genuine; he's never afraid to tell you what/how he's feeling in any given moment. that being said, he may blurt things out that fluster you ("TAKE OFF YOUR STUPID CLOTHES, WOMAN!"). generally, inosuke is never trusted with you when it comes to doing the delicate things like cooking or cleaning, but he does give you piggyback rides literally everywhere and anywhere. he's rather bashful in his own way.
☆ inosuke likes it when you're close to him—preferably with as little layers as possible—as he's sensitive to touch and finds it comforting to feel your warmth against his. and even though he gets your name wrong sometimes, he does try really, really, hard to remember it. he even offered that you write it on his loincloth so he doesn't forget (what a sweetie!). he gives you "gifts" that he finds when he's out training in the forest, like a pretty looking rock or anything that resembles a flower (he once unknowingly uprooted a clump of weeds for you). everything about romance is new to him, so he wordlessly relies on you to guide him a lot.
☆ when it comes to sharing, the three men have a very difficult time. they devised a plan to alternate which days you'll spend with who and for how long. you tried to question why you can't all just hang out together, but they protested so strongly that you'd think you said something cursed. tanjiro tends to be the voice of reason, but zenitsu can also be (ir)rational in his own way. for example, he'll totally agree that you should be able to pick who you want to hang out with but point to himself as the best choice when the others aren't looking. inosuke doesn't like to share at all, so he throws a tantrum every day that he isn't the one who gets to spend time with you. leave it to zenitsu to hold him back while tanjiro guides you away with a sheepish smile.
☆ as your injuries heal up, everyone does their fair share in helping you around and catering to your needs. need to change your bandages? tanjiro insists that he should do it. oh, you said you liked that sunflower in the backyard that one time? inosuke's gonna pick them all for you! wait, your body is sore from doing the physical therapy exercises they force you to do? don't worry, zenitsu will be there with lots of hugs, massages, and warm towels! honestly, they spoil you to the point of it being overwhelming.
☆ and overwhelming it certainly becomes. by the time your wounds are healed and your fractured arm is out of its makeshift cast, you pitch your idea of going back to your hometown to them during dinner one evening. you express your immense gratitude to them, saying you don't know how you'll ever be able to repay them in any meaningful way, but you will definitely come visit often. when you're finished, the silence that follows is absolutely deafening.
☆ zenitsu starts wailing not even five seconds after you're done talking and inosuke results to shouting unintelligible words at you. you sit there with your mouth agape as both men show their distaste to your idea in their own ways. you look to tanjiro for help, who remains eerily calm with crossed arms and closed eyes, but he simply says nothing. zenitsu grabs onto the bottom of your yukata, yelling through snot and tears, "[y/n]-chaaaannn!! you can't leave us!!" inosuke looks like he's ready to explode with the way veins are bulging from his neck and arms. it seems like he's ready to pounce on you if you move away from the table.
☆ "[y/n]-chan," tanjiro suddenly sighs, his voice serious yet gentle as if talking to a child. "are you sure you want to go? maybe it's best if you stayed a while longer. you still aren't healed enough to make the trip down the mountain."
☆ you frown at the suggestion, not sure why you would stay when you feel like you're pretty much back to full health already. "well..." you trail off as zenitsu nearly squeezes the breath out of you, now clinging to your waist and burying his face into your obi. you pat his head with a sad smile; of course you don't want to leave your new friends behind. they've been kind to you but it's about time that you got back to your old life now. your family must be worried sick.
☆ "it's dangerous out there, what if you get hurt again? we aren't going to be there to help you," tanjiro then motions towards the other two, who are sulking at the thought of you leaving. "look at how riled up zenitsu and inosuke are. we've done so much for you and you're just going to leave? don't you like living with us?" tanjiro looks... annoyed. frustrated, even. it's the first time you've ever seen him look like that; you don't understand what the negativity is all about. shouldn't they be happy you're getting out of their hair?
☆ you look up at him, unsure of how to answer. in a way, he's right, but surely you can't stay here forever. your eyes shift from tanjiro, to zenitsu, and finally to inosuke, who's gone awfully quiet after his initial outburst of anger just a few minutes ago. "i'm sorry, everyone. and you're right, tanjiro, you all have done so much for me... zenitsu and inosuke... really, like i said, i don't know how to repay you. " the hand that's stroking zenitu's head drops to your side and he whines at your withdrawal.
☆ another voice suddenly chimes in. "i know how you can repay us." to your surprise, it's inosuke's baritone rasp that draws everyone's attention. he had taken his boar mask off in order to eat, so his devious smile isn't obscured by anything. you can almost feel your heart sink into your stomach at what he says next.
☆ in short, in exchange for saving your life, they also wanted to keep and control it. after that night, they refused to let you leave the house and you're constantly guarded by one of them to ensure that you don't try to make a run for it. you're incredibly miserable but tanjiro still gives you those sweet smiles of his, zenitsu still clings to you like a koala, and inosuke still spoils you with "gifts" and piggyback rides. nothing's changed except the fact that they somehow treat you better than before.
☆ you're told to not resist their advances and to simply give in to their vying for your love and attention. that's right, just let them take care of you, okay?
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