Okay So I Was Reading The Prompts And Got The Idea For This Scenario Where One Of The Slayers Happen

Okay so I was reading the prompts and got the idea for this scenario where one of the slayers happen across reader(either someone they know or a stranger) who’s been turned into a demon. They’re not hurting anyone but don’t wanna be a demon/eat people so they’re waiting for the sun to rise so they can die and (hopefully) go to heaven. Cuz they’re not attacking anyone the slayer just sort of ends up sitting with them and keeps them company, the prompts were:

"If I asked you to stay, would you?"

"Just please, don't leave me."

You can decide how it ends if they die or if the slayer helps them somehow but could they be either Giyuu, Rengoku or Tanjiro? Or all of them if you wanna do little HCs I don’t mind! Sorry if you’re not comfortable with this it’s cool to ignore if you are it just got stuck in my head.

Thanks & take care x

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"If I asked you to stay, would you?" "Just please, don't leave me." | Kyojuro x Demon!Reader

Warning(s): Angst, Attempted suicide

Author's Note(s): This is such a creative scenario, Nonny. I went for Kyojuro since its kinda obvious how Giyuu and Tanjiro would react. Enjoy this oneshot.

Word Count: 971

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The midnight blue night sky was lightening up—a clear sign of the approaching dawn which Kyojuro took as his cue to head home for rest. This is the hour in which demon attacks decrease dramatically as the fiends hightail it to find shelter from the sun. Of course, a few bold ones try to get one last meal, but the empty streets and a Hashira's presence were a great deter.

Kyojuro had a meager moment to catch his breath before his crow swooped in and cawed, "Demon by the river-!" It had not even finished when Kyojuro took off in the direction of the creek that bordered the village.

It was a short distance from where he stood to watch. A turn around a street corner and Kyojuro spotted the demon perched on a boulder by the river in plain sight. He would have mistaken them for a human if not for the faint demon aura his sharpened senses detect. The demon had a splotch of drying blood around its neck, but other than that, they were well-kempt; no blood around their mouth or arms to indicate they had recently eaten.

Odd. Even odder, they faced the direction of the rising sun.

Their legs fidget with the instinct to run for cover, but they were adamant in remaining where they were. It was perfect for Kyojuro, who snuck up behind the demon, hand on his katana with the intent to slay them. That is until he finally heard their weak, shaky crying he could not pick up before with his partial deafness.

He hummed a little too loud than intended, and the demon was finally alerted to his presence. Teary cat-like eyes turned to meet his own. Their breath hitched momentarily as they registered his immense strength as a Hashira. Yet, Kyojuro swore he saw hope gleam in their eyes. Nothing like the fear he saw in all other demons.

"Stay still, demon, and this will be over!" He boomed, unsheathing his sword.

"Demon? So it is true," They bawled. "My family is dead. And I'm a demon now."

"How unfortunate." Kyojuro rose his katana to swipe at their neck, indifferent to what he assumed was the demon's attempt at gaining his pity.

The demon wept at their impending death even though—not yet known to Kyojuro—it's what they sought. Still, they turned their head up to the sky, leaving their neck wide open. That simple action is what got through to Kyojuro. He froze in place with his katana still raised above him. This demon had accepted death without even lifting a finger to defend themselves, not once.

Curiosity got the better of him. Lowering his sword and returning it to its saya, he asked, "What's your name?"

"(Y/n)," The demon answered in perplexion.

"Just (Y/n)?"

(Y/n) nodded, "I do not remember my family name. I got turned a few days ago, and I could feel my humanity disappear since then. I crave for human flesh." They clutched their chest, "I can't stand the thought of it. I must die. It's for the better."

Kyojuro was dumbfounded. His mind raced as he reviewed (Y/n) 's explanation. This is the discovery of a lifetime. A demon would rather die than wreak havoc on innocent people just to keep themselves alive. It became clear why they were so accepting of death, albeit still fearful. He would even say that (Y/n)'s consideration and fear of death made them more human than demons. His thoughts were interrupted by (Y/n) yelping as the first rays of the rising sun singed their skin.

In a swift motion, Kyojuro wrapped his arm around (Y/n)'s waist and dashed behind a building where some shade remained. "If I asked you to stay, would you?" He blurted. He promised to protect the weak, which included helping those less fortunate, and right now, (Y/n) looked like they needed someone to help guide them down the right path.

(Y/n) looked up at Kyojuro in surprise, then back at the ground and fiddled their hands in uncertainty. "Are you not a demon slayer? A Hashira, perhaps? I'm sure there is a big penalty for a slayer that harbors a demon. I would not want a kind man like you to suffer the consequences when you could be helping people more deserving of your kindness."

(Y/n) was right. There are significant consequences Kyojuro would face if he were found out; add the problem of having no place to hide them. He could not take (Y/n) to his home, or they would have his father to answer to.

Wait! That is it! Kyojuro recalled, in his youth, when his father's drunken outbursts were at their worst, he and Senjuro would hide out in the abandoned temple. It was believed to be haunted, thus has been long forgotten by the townsfolk. The perfect place to hide (Y/n). So long as they did not claim any human lives, the demon slayer corps would not be alerted to their existence.

"I have a place where you can stay, and in the meantime, I will speak to the master of the corps. He's a reasonable man. I'm sure he would gladly accept you. I do not think the others will be so easily convinced, but once you prove yourself, it will be worth it."

(Y/n) pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Okay. I'll go with you." They blushed as he gave them a vibrant smile. "Just please don't leave me."

"Well, I will have to leave to inform the master, but I won't ever abandon you. You can be sure of that. Come now. I'll take you to your new hide-out." Kyojuro took off his haori and draped it over (Y/n) to shield them from the sun—guiding them in the opposite direction of the rising sun where the temple stood.

KIBUTSUJI MUZAN - BREEDING KINK HEADCANONS

╰┈➤ Trigger warning: NSFW, Mention of creampie and breeding duh. This is a repost. 

⚠️Minors fuck off ⚠️Minors fuck off ⚠️Minors fuck off  ⚠️Minors fuck off ⚠️

♡ Muzan lived for the longest time. He fucks anyone and everyone. He has his own urges and gotta relieved himself in one way or another.

♡ Protection is not a thing for him. Demons cannot impregnate each other or humans or so knocking someone up was never on his mind. 

♡ So was his hidden kink. 

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hands.

pairing: rengoku kyoujurou x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 798

Kyoujurou has been staring at you for an awfully long time now.

Sneaking a furtive glance at him as you reach for more potato starch, you wonder what exactly is so interesting about what you’re doing: kneading mochi dough with your hands. It’s a simple, repetitive and frankly, quite boring task, so you have absolutely no clue as to why Kyoujurou has been kneeling at the entrance to the kitchen for the last half an hour just to watch you pound dough.

“Kyou,” you call out softly, and instantly Kyoujurou’s back straightens, his usual smile brightening to rival the afternoon sun outside. 

“Yes!”

“Is there…” you gesture to the kitchen around you with flour dusted fingers, brows furrowed in confusion. “Something you need from the kitchen?”

“No!”

You raise an eyebrow, chewing your bottom lip between your teeth as you try to figure out what exactly he wants. “… Something to eat?”

“No!” His bright eyes sparkle like rubies caught in the sunlight. “Carry on, please! I shan’t disturb you!”

Hesitantly, you go back to kneading at the dough, trying to remain calm while your mind fumbles through a hundred and one possibilities in its panic. What does he want? Is he perhaps hungry? Are you kneading the mochi wrong? 

Five minutes of intense staring later, you finally give up on trying to focus on your task and turn around to face Kyoujurou sternly. “Kyoujurou.”

He springs to attention the second you call his name. “Yes! What do you need!”

“Kyou, I don’t know why you’ve been here the entire time, but I can’t concentrate if you keep staring at me like that.” You chide softly, and Kyoujurou blinks up at you owlishly with those honest amber eyes. Then his shoulders slump forward ever so slightly, and you start to panic. “Was I… a disturbance?”

“No, no!” You try to rectify your mistake as quickly as possible, kneeling in front of him so that you are eye to eye with the Flame Pillar. “I just want to know what you’re doing here, that’s all.”

“Oh! That!” His smile turns a hint more awkward, and his fingers grip the fabric of his pants tightly. “I simply wanted to watch you make mochi! Kochou said that it is a relaxing activity, and would be a good thing to do when I am not hunting demons!”

“Ahh… so that’s why.” You say, but can’t help the little twinge of disappointment in you. Turning around, you reach for the bowl of potato starch once more to hide the expression on your face. “Well, I suppose you could shift a little closer to watch-”

“You also have very beautiful hands!”

At his words, you fumble with the bowl and very nearly drop it on the ground, wheeling around to stare at Kyoujurou with wide eyes. His expression hasn’t changed the least, but the only difference is that his cheeks are now a bright shade of fuchsia. “Umm… what did you just say?”

“I said, you have very beautiful hands!” Kyoujurou repeats himself, his words almost a shout - and you hear a tiny quaver in his voice. His eyes are decidedly focused on the wall behind you. “If you would allow, I would like to hold them!”

You stare at him a few moments more, mouth moving soundlessly as you try to find the right words to answer him. “You… want to hold… my hands?”

Kyoujurou’s so red you’re afraid steam might start escaping his ears. “Uzui said that it would be more prudent to confess in a roundabout way, in case you did not feel the same!”

At the mention of the Sound Pillar’s name, you finally let out a tiny laugh and Kyoujurou looks at you in surprise. You’re going to kill that big idiot the next time you see him. “This is all Uzui’s fault, isn’t it?” You reach out to take Kyoujurou’s hands directly in yours, wrapping your fingers gently around his. The Flame Pillar shivers, and you hear the slight hitch in his breath. “Then, I’ll trouble you to keep holding them for me, Kyo.”

At your words, Kyoujurou looks at you in surprise for a moment, before his smile widens to the point where he shines so bright it almost hurts your eyes. His bigger hands cradle yours gently, as if you’re the most precious thing in the world. “Yes! I surely will!”

He beams at you for a few moments more before you look down at your conjoined hands and let out a soft noise of surprise. “Ahh… I got starch all over your hands. Let me get a cloth, I’ll wipe it off-”

Before you can pull away from him, however, he tugs you back to him with a bright smile. 

“I’m never letting this hand go!”

Toxic — O.Y

|| suffocating for others but so so addictive for you and him.

|| inspired by this ask here!

The content below will contain themes that may upset some reader, read the warnings carefully and by scrolling further, you have given your consent to read these content.

Warnings: yandere, violence, blood, possessive behavior, you and Yuuta lost your minds but it's alright, wait this is really problematic please be sure if you want to read it or not

Notes: First time writing a couple of yanderes, not sure if it's done right but I hope you guys enjoy a problematic relationship ❤️ (this is a joke in no way should you continue a relationship like this in real life)

Pairing: Yandere!Okkotsu Yuuta x Yandere!First-year!F!reader

Humming a light-hearted tune, your hold on the fistful of hair wasn't about to loosen anytime soon despite the heavy weight, but you could handle it, you've dealt with worse creatures—curses, for an example—so this should be nothing.

"Yuuta!" Swinging the wooden door open, you beamed at the person inside, already know who it was before you could even take a look inside of the dark room.

But then your eyes dropped to the stranger on the floor, bloodied and beaten up, definitely half dead.

No, this wasn't a stranger. With a little more concentration, you could somewhat recognize how they looked like before having a black eye, broken nose and swollen lips, maybe without so much blood spilled. He was your senior back in middle school, before you became a sorcerer.

"I saw him talking to you yesterday, I didn't like him."

Yuuta turned to face you, his fluffy white uniform jacket were tittered with some blood but not enough to make everything look dirty, a sprinkle of fresh color.

"You were following me around again...?" A frown formed on your lips and he quickly came close, worry evident in those eyes. "I thought you were on a mission that day?"

His clean hand—free of another's blood—caressed your cheek, thumb swiping affectionately at your soft skin. "You know I'd abandon anything for you."

Yuuta anxiously bit the inside of his cheek, did he upset you?

Before he could overthink even more, his eyes caught the unsightly— thing, you were holding on to, and he rose a brow at that.

"And you weren't following me around as well?" Yuuta couldn't help the grin stretching on his features, watching you look down sheepishly—so adorable—at getting caught red-handed.

Weak, barely audible moans of pain fell on deaf ears, limp arms tried gauging but all it took was a mediocre kick to the deep wound on stomach to stop the futile attempts.

"—s-sor...'m sorry..."

"Shut up." You pulled on tangled hair, receiving a strangled yell in response. "M-Mine was different! I didn't have any missions that day." You then let go of your hold, allowing her head to freely thump onto the ground harshly and heavily.

"She didn't have to hug you after you saved her from a measly curse." You huffed, suddenly feeling very protective and touch-starved as you wrap your arms around your upperclassman and boyfriend, resting against his firm chest. Smiling blissfully when you feel a hand petting you.

"I'm sorry, I won't let anyone else touch me anymore." The smile got wider. "I'm sorry, too. From now on, I won't talk to people you don't know." He was satisfied.

"Rika."

Horrified gasps and choked sobs were there, loud, terrified screams (Yuuta made sure the curse had her fun) were there but you two payed no mind to it, lost in each other's warmth, presence and secure arms. There were only the two of you in this whole world, and you'd do anything to keep each other forever there.

i think it would be really funny if maki and megumi started pulling all of their friends into the zenin clan as adopted family members just. whenever it makes something convenient. they pass being head of the zenin clan around so none of the higher ups can hurt them. you want itadori executed? well he's head of the zenin clan now. you want maki to face punishment for her crimes? actually she's head of the zenin clan so she can do what she likes to her clan. you want yuuta dead for finding a loophole in a binding vow? you're going to kill the head of the zenin clan? think about how that would look. gojo's out of the prison realm and now you want him executed too? did you know. did you know he's actually head of the zenin clan--

Redamancy

(series/masterlist)

𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

General TW/content :slight angst, smut, mature content, mild yandere themes, age gap (8 years), manipulation, unhealthy relationship(?), possessive gojo, mutual obsession

Description : Your family has been serving the Gojo clan since Edo period as their servants. You couldn’t be more proud of their loyalty. However, you couldn’t find yourself respecting the head of the clan, Gojo Satoru anymore especially after he denied the request to promote you to higher grade of sorcerer.

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➻ Prologue

➻ Infatuation 🍸🍷

➻ Devotion 🍸🍷

➻ Yearning 🥂🍷

➻ His Side : Fondness 🍸🍷

〔Also in ao3!〕

Notes : I listened to this playlist and this. And the word ‘Lord Gojo’ didn’t leave my mind for a whole month. I was really inspired that I will do a short series based on that lol.