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kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings · 1 year

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Akaza x pregnant demon reader (she's pregnant by him) sfw +nsfw headcanons

Ask and you shall receive! Thank you for requesting anon, I hope that you enjoy and that I've done your request justice.

If you want to request something for Akaza - or anyone else - then my askbox is always open and ready to receive, so slide something my way again when you have time (^__^.)

I'll be putting the NSFW headcanons beneath a 'Keep Reading' line, so minors DNI

And just as a final thing,

Akkkkkkaaaazzzaa (ﾉ∀`♥) My beloved!

Akaza with a pregnant S/O - SFW + NSFW Headcanons:

SFW:

Upon first finding out that your pregnant this man is frozen in the spot before actually crying

Gets extra protective

Doesn't like being away from your side for more then 20 minutes

He is absolutely a hover.... he's always by your side

Will attack on sight if he thinks anyone - and i mean anyone - looks like they might cause you and the little bean harm

Makes sure that there's nothing in the house that could potentially harm you - "I'm sanding down the corners cause i don't want them to poke you or harm you!"

Straight up tells Muzan that he's caring for his wife + baby so won't be doing anything else unless it helps his family - does this mid-meeting and then leaves

Somehow always comes back with something new, baby books (books for new parents), clothes for the baby and toys

No matter how random the cravings if he can't make it, he'll buy you it - and if he can't get it at all then he resorts to hugging you with apology after apology falling from his lips

"You want Teriyaki glazed apple slices with honey rice? AND spicy noodles with broth and boiled eggs...will your stomach even be able to handle that?"

Makes sure to stock up on snacks that you enjoy - keeps them in places you can't reach

When it gets to the point that he can feel the baby kick akaza is glued to you even more - Face and/or hand placed against your tummy to feel the baby with a soft coo + smile

Comes up with a thousand nicknames for the baby - e.g. baby bean, firecracker, little kicker - and no, he will not stop

Buys you bigger + airy clothes so your comfortable

Massages your shoulders, back and ankles when you complain of pain and soreness - When he's not there he buys a wheat bag which you can heat up

Lots more cushions and blankets around the house so your comfy and never get cold

Gets you one of those pregnancy pillows

Has a notebook filled with baby names, what toys re good for babies, what they should be sleeping and playing with - he's honestly very prepared for this child

Somehow managed to rope Kokushibou into helping make and paint the baby's room - as well as giving him advice on what to anticipate as a dad

NSFW:

Incredibly gentle with you - not that he wasn't before - especially since your so much more sensitive

He's more focused on making sure that your comfortable, so sticks to a couple of positions that don't harm/hurt your body - although he does enjoy reverse cowgirl and you on all fours (with your head and arms resting so you don't have the baby weight hurting you)

Sometimes standing up if you have the energy

Also enjoys sex while spooning

Spends more time preparing you - oral and fingers until your essence coats your shaking thighs as well as his face and hands

His hands wander, pinch and soothe your thighs, hips and chest until you whine to get touched more

Isn't gonna fuck you against the counter as much as he used too but he'll eat you out with vigor instead

Lots of over-stimulation - sometimes accidentally but usually on purpose with a smirk and a rumbling purr in his chest

More creampies!

Enjoy's pushing his cum back into your twitching hole afterwards - tracing shapes into your clit with it as he hums as your hips jump and thighs twitch at his touch

His breeding kink really kicks into full swing

The feeling of sliding into your wet plush heat without protection makes him even more feral especially now that you pregnant - its like knowing that your already filled with him, already baring a child, makes his brain works at a mile-a-minute

Won't admit that seeing how heavy + full your breasts get with milk - and how you glow the rounder your tummy gets - goes straight to his cock

....absolutely gonna drink your milk - a dark lust filling his eyes as he runs his tongue along your tender nipple before taking it into his mouth with an obscene moan

Will absolutely play with your nipples until your a whimpering and whining mess or until milk comes out

Kisses are more desperate - planting open mouthed kisses along the column of your throat before locking your lips together

Leaves hickies along your breasts and shoulders alot more

takes things slower and gentler

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character-reference-cafe · 3 months

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Uppermoon 3 Akaza Character Sheet

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marshmellowzz · 1 year

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Yooo, this is kinda a silly request but uhh, could you please do Akaza with a ticklish s/o hcs? I feel like he would taunt the reader and grinning at them as if he's gonna pounce on them for his own amusement.

Bonus points if reader gets mad flustered everytime and tries to runs away lol.

Akaza Tickle Headcanons

A/N - hi anon, thank you for requesting!This request isn’t silly at all, and I actually really enjoyed writing it! I’d also like to apologize for my lack of activity on this account 😭, life is kicking my ass recently, and I’m focusing more on my studies! but I’ll try my best to continue working on requests! anyway! here you go, I hope you like it!

* TICKLE MONSTER ALERT‼️‼️

* Akaza tends to dislike physical contact, especially with his fellow uppermoons— It makes him feel uneasy.

* However, since you are his beloved S/O, he feels content being able to touch you.

* He loves your smile. It’s one of the only things that quench his thirst for violence.

* And when he finds out that you are ticklish…

* He is rough.

* Not necessarily in the sense of pressure, but that is also true in some cases.

* He just doesn’t know when to stop.

* He found out on accident.

* He was attempting to carry you, and you burst out into a fit of laughter while he was hoisting you up.

* Apparently, he accidentally found a fairly bad spot for you.

* “Are you ticklish?"

* Initially, he found it quite cute, and amusing— how humans are so sensitive to stuff like this.

* Your small giggles and laughs are so adorable to him.

* He definitely takes liberties to squeeze in some sharp pokes.

* He always goes straight for your worst spots first, because he enjoys the element of surprise and the instant control he has on whoever fell victim to his tickles.

* He likes to be on top of you, he thinks it’s so entertaining watching you writhe and squirm beneath him.

* Neck kisses. He’d press his face into the crook of your neck and pepper gentle kisses(borderline pecks) onto it.

* Big, big teaser.

* “you’re being really bold for someone within tickling distance”

* “if you laugh, you lose.”

* “you’re so cute when you laugh.”

* “not where? here?”

* If you two were sparring, he’d definitely use it against you just to keep you on your toes.

* “if this was a real fight, you’d be dead right now.”

* yea…but NOBODY IS TICKLING IN AN ACTUAL FIGHT???😭

* His hands are super cold.

* If you’re easily flustered, he just finds more pleasure in tickling you.

* (he finds how easy it is to rile you up amusing.)

* Running away from him is futile, because he’d just catch you in a matter of seconds—scooping you up into his arms and continuing to relentlessly tickle you.

* He’s so mean about it too, he wouldn’t stop until you’re in tears. 😭

* I feel that Akaza would tune himself according to how much he knows you can handle, he wouldn’t go over your limits, but he’d definitely be ruthless while tickling you.

* A mean tickler, but he just likes seeing you smile, so it’s not too bad. :3

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Upper Moon meetings when Muzan isn't there yet

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fairy-writes · 10 months

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I love your writing so much and I can’t wait to request more :) please could I request dialogue prompt 4 for Akaza from Demon Slayer 💙💙

YOU SET ME FREE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Demon Slayer

Pairing(s): Akaza x Reader

Prompt: “You set me free. Now I can do the same for you.” (From The Corpse Bride) (Dialogue Prompt #4)

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Human!Reader

Notes: Literally one of my favorite movies omg

Also changing some canon events for this (spoilers for Akaza’s backstory)

TW for:

Abuse (not by Akaza)

Brief descriptions of a panic attack

Injuries (again, not by Akaza)

3.8K OF AKAZA Y’ALL BETTER LIKE IT

This is for my 1K followers event! It’s going on between June 8th and June 22nd!

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Your wedding day was the worst day of your life.

The day you signed away your freedom and succumbed to a life inside a cage.

Your new husband was a monster in every sense of the word. Not in front of your parents or the public, of course. In their eyes, he was the perfect gentleman.

Kind. (Cruel)

Loving. (Hateful)

Gentle. (Barbaric)

But at home, within the safety of the four walls you were supposed to call a refuge from the outside world, he was a demon.

Not literally. But he might as well have been with the damage he causes to you and the house.

“Can’t you do this any faster? I’m expecting guests.” Comes his harsh, grating voice, and you flinch, looking up at him from where you are scrubbing the floor. Your hands burned from the soap you used, and your knees ached from kneeling for so long. When he glares, you duck your head, hunching your shoulders in an attempt to appear smaller.

“S—sorry. I’ll finish up right now.” You whisper and start scrubbing again.

Only to feel a foot dig itself into your abdomen and physically lift you a few centimeters off the floor as it dug into your ribs. You gasp and hunch over, retching at the feeling, and some bile is all that comes up.

You hadn’t eaten yet that day.

He wouldn’t let you.

Not until the housework was done.

Never until the housework is done.

“Get that cleaned up before the guests arrive.” Your husband sneers and, thankfully, leaves you alone to do just that. You manage to get everything spotless and finish your duties just as there is the sliding of the door and your husband’s cheerful voice welcoming in his guests.

When you are finally called in, you come in to see three children.

There’s a boy with a scar on his forehead and a box on his back. A yellow-haired boy with a matching haori. And a young man wearing a boar head as a mask. They all carry swords on their belts, and you recognize the uniform.

Demon Slayers.

Your husband has a fake smile plastered to his face, and he extends a hand as you come into the sitting area with drinks for your guests.

“My lovely wife!” He says and introduces you by name. You bow politely, praying they can’t smell the scent of bile on your floral kimono, and offer them tea. The yellow-haired boy and the one with the box take some gratefully while the boar-masked boy takes his and immediately gulps it down.

They talk for hours.

The entire time, you stand slightly behind your husband, occasionally bringing in food or more tea for the boys. Every single time you offer more, the one with the box looks at you with such a warm expression that you almost cry.

His hands are calloused and blistered from handling his sword. (Why does such a young boy have such rough hands?)

But he’s so kind. (Why is he so kind to you? You didn’t deserve this kindness.)

And he approaches you late at night, long after he should be in bed, long after everyone else is in bed.

Except for you.

Because you still had dishes to wash and the sitting room to tidy up.

The soft call of your name has you flinching, dropping the plate in hand, and it shatters against the floor. You whirl around, unconsciously clenching your fists to brace yourself.

It’s only the boy, suspiciously missing his box.

You had since learned his name—Kamado Tanjiro. His companions, Agatsuma Zenitsu and Hashibira Inosuke, are most likely still sleeping.

“Ah… Kamado… What can I do for you?” You ask softly, and his face is no longer the warm smile that it had been when in front of your husband.

“Are you okay?” He inquires, ignoring your question, and you pause in picking up the shards of the plate. You could only hope your husband had drunk himself into a deep sleep and hadn’t heard your accident.

Or else there’d be hell to pay.

“I’m fine.” You lie, and suddenly, he puts his hand over your wrist, and you stop—his fingers bunch in the fabric of your violet kimono.

“You smell sad. Like you’re in pain.” He says simply, but you don’t say anything else. Because how could you?

He wouldn’t believe you anyway. (No one ever would. Your husband made sure of that.)

So instead of pouring out your woes to this boy who was much too young, you shrug off his hand and continue to pick up the ceramic shards.

“I can help you!” He tries, honesty pouring from his mouth. As you stand and dispose of the pieces, you stop by the front door.

“Thank you, Kamado… but I’m fine.” You whisper and leave him behind, sad eyes watching after you as you slide the sliding door shut.

You see the demon in the shadows of your garden a week after Tanjiro and his friends leave.

You had thrown the shards of the shattered dish in the outside bin in an attempt to hide it from your husband.

So far, he was none the wiser.

You pause in your late-night gardening. You needed space, and solace in your garden was where you found that peace you so desperately desired.

With powder pink hair and deep navy stripes decorating his face, arms, and torso, he was handsome. But you paused as he stepped out into the moonlight.

UPPER MOON THREE

Upper Moon? Three? What did that mean?

He stops just at the edge of your garden, watching you with those glowing yellow eyes, and not a word is uttered from his lips.

“Did my husband send you? Are you here to kill me?” You ask, and why wouldn’t he be? You wouldn’t put it past your husband to go and make a deal with a demon to have you killed.

Anything to get you out of the way.

Anything so he could be with his mistress.

Because, of course, he had one. He wasn’t exactly keen on hiding that information from you.

The demon scoffed, turning his head away briefly in disgust.

“As if I would make a deal with a mewling human.” He spat, and you recoiled at the ferocious tone in his voice. When you open your eyes again, you find him looking at you with a curious sort of expression. Your voice is wavering when you speak next,

“Then why are you here? To slaughter this village?”

At that, he shakes his head.

“No. I’m here for you. You are the renowned herbalist, aren’t you? The gardener and herbalist?” He says, and you blink. Once upon a time, yes, you had been an herbalist. But then your parents married you off to the monster you called your spouse.

“I’m not sure about renowned. But yes, I’m a gardener and an herbalist.” You say, and he makes a noise.

“Do you know about the Blue Spider Lily?” He asks suddenly, and you frown.

“Of course I do. Any herbalist or doctor worth their salt knows about the flower. What of it?” Suddenly the demon is in front of you.

“Where is it?” He demands, and you bite the inside of your cheek, hiding a flinch.

He notices. (He’s the only one who does.)

Thankfully he doesn’t say anything. (Because, of course, he wouldn’t. Even if someone does, they never say anything.)

“It’s far away from here.” You say curtly, and his lips curl back to show his fangs. He leans into your personal space until your noses brush together.

“Where. Is. It.” He says slowly, and you swallow.

“I—In the mountains. I… I could show you?” You try, and he scoffs, backing away and turning around, his fists clenched tightly. His knuckles would have been white had he not had blue staining them.

“As I said before. I would never make a deal with a human.” He seethed, still not facing you.

It was silent for a beat. Then two.

Then…

“Fine. Show me.” He snaps, and you startle.

He was going to bring you with him?

Would you be able to do it? Leave your husband?

The demon must’ve noticed your expression and narrowed his eyes.

“You won’t do it?” He said, voice low and mildly threatening. You took a wary step back but shook your head.

“Give me until tomorrow night. I will leave with you tomorrow night.” You say, and he stares, silent for a moment before he speaks again.

“Meet me out here at nightfall.” Is all he says before he disappears.

When you meet the demon again, your eye is swollen shut. Your body aches with forming bruises, and you’re pretty sure you’re missing a tooth.

But you can leave.

You’re allowed to leave.

Of course, you don’t tell your husband where you’re going. You just say there’s a family emergency. He can’t even be bothered to come.

If the demon notices—which you’re pretty sure he does, based on the narrowing of his eyes—he doesn’t say a word.

Instead, he turns on his heel and motions for you to follow him. You hoist your bag higher onto your shoulder and follow after him. Only for him to stop at the trailhead and gesture for you to take the lead. You pause before realizing he truly doesn’t know where the Blue Spider Lily is.

So you tie back your kimono sleeves, adjust your sandals, and start walking.

It doesn’t take long for you to abandon all propriety and hike your kimono hem up to climb over branches or stones that lay in your path. Thankfully, the demon doesn’t mention the indecency and instead follows you in silence.

“What is your name?” You ask tentatively after an hour of hiking in silence. The demon grunts as he jumps over a bolder that had taken you a solid fifteen minutes to climb.

“It doesn’t matter.” He says curtly, and you huff in annoyance. He really wasn’t the talkative type, was he?

You introduce yourself nonetheless, politely, formally saying your name into the silence, just like your mother had taught you.

The demon watches you with the same curious expression from the previous night.

And then…

“It’s Akaza.” He says before leaping ahead, leaving you in the dust as you stare in astonishment before you scramble to keep up.

Things change eight days into your little trip.

You’ve hiked over countless mountains at this point, Akaza having set a brutal pace during the night when he can actually move. During the day, you sleep deep in a cave you found (or that Akaza created), using your pack as a pillow. He always rests sitting up, arms crossed, and eyes closed as he meditates. He says nothing about your fading bruises or asks where they came from. Though you have a sneaking suspicion he knows. He seems clever like that.

The two of you don’t speak much. Akaza doesn’t touch you or help you when you’re struggling over the rough terrain. He instead watches from the top of whatever hill you’re climbing with an unimpressed look in his eyes.

Until everything changes.

“Can you go any faster?” Akaza calls down from a boulder that you had been steadily climbing.

“Can’t you do this any faster? I’m expecting guests.”

At that, memories of delicate cheekbones crunching underneath a fist flash behind your eyes, and you slip. Your body goes crashing to the ground, and you curl into a ball on your side, fingers digging into your skull as you let out a pained cry. Your eye throbs, and the gap where your tooth had been aches.

Your entire body hurts, and a rock digs uncomfortably into your side, but you can’t find it in yourself to move.

There’s the sound of crunching gravel as Akaza jumps down to your side. You are briefly showered with dirt, but you don’t care. All you see is your husband’s towering body looming over you.

Unexpectedly gentle hands pry your hands away from your face, and you look up into the face of your husband.

With a scream, you back up, scrambling back on your hands and knees as you try to get away.

Away, away, away.

Those same gentle hands grab your hands as you go to grip your head again, trying to protect your face.

“Calm down.” Comes Akaza’s voice, and you gasp, the vision abruptly fading away.

Akaza is crouched before you, an unreadable expression on his face. His hands cradle yours, keeping them from digging chunks out of your skull. Your breath comes in great heaving gasps, tears starting to streak your face.

You can’t breathe. Can’t breathe. Can’t—

His hands cup your face, and he looks you in the eye,

“Calm down.” His voice, strangely calming, washes over you like the tide. And slowly… ever so slowly… you manage to slow your breathing and get lungfuls of air into your chest.

Akaza doesn’t move the entire time.

Once you’re calm enough for his tastes, Akaza stands, scoops you up, and jumps. You, still panicking slightly, shriek as suddenly the ground disappears beneath you. You have your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of it, and squeeze your eyes shut.

You don’t land quickly enough, and Akaza sets you down—much softer than you expected, you might add. You hunch over, taking a shaky breath before straightening up and looking at him. He just watches you,

“Thank you.” You whisper, and he smiles.

“It’s not a problem. Let’s keep going.” He says gently, and you nod, hoisting your bag back onto your shoulders and taking the lead once again.

Twenty minutes later, you finally ask the question that has been burning your mind.

“Where did you learn to do that? Calm me down, I mean.” You say and hear him hum in contemplation behind you.

“I don’t remember.” He says and leaves it at that.

Another three days later, you approach him with a plant from your stash.

He stares, uncomprehending at the leaves in your hands.

“They’re for you.” You say, and he raises an eyebrow.

“I gathered. What are they for?” He asks, and you slowly push them into his hands.

“They help with memory loss.” You say simply, and his eyes widen almost imperceptibly. His hands are hesitant, but as they brush yours, you can tell he’s… excited?

Is he ready to remember?

Are you ready to watch him remember?

Akaza never brought up his memories until one night when you are almost to your destination.

“I remember everything.” He says, dangling his feet over the cliffside as he stares up at the moon. The two of you had stopped for a break at your request and sat overlooking a ravine. When faced with something like this, Akaza would simply scoop you up and leap across. After the sixth time, you sort of grew used to it.

You wouldn’t scream anymore, much to Akaza’s delight.

You sit up straight, nearly dropping the onigiri in your hand in astonishment.

“You do?!” You gasp but pause at his expression.

He looks tired and old and sad.

And he talks.

He tells you what he remembers.

He tells you of Koyuki.

Of his engagement to her.

Of his life as Hakuji.

How the feared king of demons turned him into one.

Everything.

And it breaks your heart.

So you hesitantly, ever so slowly, put your arms around him and pull him close.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” You whisper, pressing your mouth to the crown of his head. It isn’t quite a kiss… but it isn’t not a kiss. He stiffens in surprise but doesn’t pull away. Uncertainly, one of his hands comes up to touch your forearm. A silent acknowledgment and thanks for your words.

All the while, he doesn’t say a word.

You finally find the Blue Spider Lily after a month of traveling.

During that time, your relationship with Akaza grew… complicated.

He was incredibly gentle with you, treating you with reverence you didn’t know was capable of someone like him. He even held you once or twice when you woke up screaming.

You could give him nothing in return. He already had supernatural powers. He had immense strength. He had everything a regular man could ever want. Everything your husband ever wanted.

But things go terribly wrong the day before you find it.

You are passing through a large village—through the red light district—when you spot him.

Your husband with a woman on his arm, looking for all the world, like you never existed.

Until your eyes met and rage darkened and contorted his features.

Akaza, disguised with a cloak, puts a hand on your arm as your husband shoves his way through the crowd.

“We need to leave.” He says, but you are frozen.

He was here.

He was going to kill you.

You were going to die.

“You BITCH!” Your husband roars, and a hand cracks across your face, sending you tumbling to the ground. His hands are on your shoulders, bearing his weight down on your body.

Something is glinting in his hand, something sharp, something painful.

It cuts into your face, mutilating it, carving flesh out of it.

You begin to scream, to thrash and writhe, but it’s futile. Your husband had always been larger than you. So you can do nothing but sit there in agony as he permanently scars your face.

And no one does anything. Whispers erupt, but no one moves to stop the mountain of a man.

Until… Abruptly… His head is gone.

Hands are at your shoulders, pulling you into strong arms, as screams cascade from mouths at the sight of a demon.

Akaza.

One moment you’re in the red light district. The next, you’re deep in the mountains.

You are still crying, able to feel the blood coating your face, and the muscle tissue snaps at the corners of your mouth.

Akaza’s hands are feather soft on your face as he takes in your disfigured appearance. His brows are contorted with anger, his face darkened with fury, but he doesn’t shout. He doesn’t scream. He just gathers your bag, rifles through it for herbs and pastes for healing, and applies it to your wounds. He tells you it will scar but that you won’t need stitches. Not that he know’s how to stitch wounds, and you are in no shape to do it yourself.

“We have to keep moving.” You croak as Akaza finishes applying what little gauze you have in your bag. His hands are still, and he has yet to say a word. His shoulders are still stiff with anger, but he can’t take it out on anyone.

Because your husband is dead.

Dead. Were you free?

Could you have freedom?

“You need to heal.” He says shortly, and you shake your head. The pain has died down some, thanks to the herbs numbing the wounds.

“I don’t want to see you hurt on my account because you couldn’t find the Blue Spider Lily. Tonight is the last night of its blooming.” You say, and the two of you argue back and forth—with him wanting you to rest. And you want to make sure he accomplishes his goal.

You win in the end, and Akaza looks away with a frustrated huff.

But he doesn’t leave you behind.

The Blue Spider Lily is stunning.

The moonlight illuminated the royal blue petals, and you are struck by its beauty.

It almost hurt you to pluck it from the ground.

It blossoms over the grave of someone unknown. You can’t read the faded kanji engraved, not really, at least. You swear that it reads “Tsugikuni Uta.”

Akaza approaches the flower, and just as his fingers wrap around the stem…

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” Comes a familiar voice, and you freeze.

Kamado Tanjiro?

Turning around shows you to be correct. The young man has his sword drawn, that box at his back, as he stares in a fury at the demon before him.

The demon in question looks unimpressed. A little angry even. But Akaza doesn’t move from his kneeling position at the grave. He moves to pluck the flower from the ground, and that’s when Tanjiro bolts forward, intending to cut off his head.

Only for you to get in the way, quite literally shoving him by his shoulders and sending him crashing to the ground.

He hits the ground in a roll and comes up on one knee to face you.

His face pales, his sword beginning to tremble. He calls your name and takes in your bandaged appearance, voice thick with disbelief.

“I can’t let you kill him.” You whisper softly, and his angry snarl twists into something sad.

“He’s killed countless people.” He tries, and you shrug,

“He saved my life.” Your tone is muddled through the gauze in your mouth, but it’s vehement and strong, unlike any manner you have had since you married your now-deceased husband.

Akaza stands, the flower in his grasp, as he approaches the young boy. Tanjiro tightens his grip on his sword, though the tip is trembling. You grasp the back of Akaza’s vest just as he raises his free hand, presumably to start a fight.

“You must leave.” You whisper to him, and he pauses in his movements, turning so he can see you out of the corner of your eye.

“Let me kill the brat first.” He says and watches you shake your head.

“Allow me to deal with him.”

Tanjiro darts forward then, swinging his sword with deadly precision.

You get in the way yet again, pushing Akaza out of the way and ducking under Tanjiro’s blow.

Akaza gets to his feet and stares at you with an unreadable expression.

“Why?” He whispers, only loud enough for you to hear. You offer him a watery smile.

“You set me free. Now I can do the same for you.” You reply, and he only stares silently before disappearing from where he stands.

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herrmitton · 2 years

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redraw of the hottest akaza screencap fr <3

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maldito-junajo · 1 year

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✖️Akaza ✖️

Anime: Demon Slayer

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br4tphobia · 1 year

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this is kinda a silly request but uhh, could you please do Akaza with a ticklish s/o hcs? I feel like he would taunt the reader and grinning at them as if he's gonna pounce on them for his own amusement.

Have a good day/night

omg i agreeee, he would take advantage of it so bad 😭😭

TICKLISH S/O HEADCANNONS ! ✰ akaza .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ details + Akaza x Gn! reader, fluf (if you squint)

✧˖*° vals note!! + swinging my feet and giggling while i wrote this 🤭

Akaza, who finds out youre ticklish and wouldnt spend a day without tickling you atleast once. your playful yelps and screams ring through his ears while you plead him to stop. one time he cooked for you and you said ‘its alright’ he turned to you slowly and walked towards you, he collides his body with yours and wraps his hand around your body as you end up letting your guard down

Akaza, who gazes his fingertips on your skin before he poked your sensitive spots, it started off with giggles and laughs before it turned into somewhat horrifying screams “apologize. ill stop.” it sounded easy just as he said it, but it wasn’t. trying to speak while being curled on the couch representing a rollie pollie wasnt as easy as you thought.

Akaza, who continues you attack your sides and stomach. “ ‘kazaaa! okokokokok immsorrryuuhh!” warm tears breached at the bottom of your eyes, wetting your bottom lashes causing them to clamp

Akaza, who says “i dont believe you.” for his own pleasure, your fat tears streamed down your face from laughing. “akazaaa im g-gonna pee, stooopp!” whining as he hummed to himself and let out a small “ok.”

Akaza, who backs away “wouldnt be so pleasant if that happened. youre lucky.” walking away he mumbles a small “was it really?” his voice quiet and filled with concern, hes so soft for youu🥹

Akaza, who sighs with relief when you say “no akaza, baby” you cup his cheeks with peck his lips. “ok, good.”

Akaza, who comes up behind you at the most random times and just tickle the living shit out of you. until you ended the same way you always end up in. begging for him to stop, crying (js like in bed) oops that slipped🤭 chile anyways! and on the verge of pissing yourself. gave you trust issues around him fr😭

Akaza, who acts like hes about to tickle you by raising his hands up around you.

Akaza, who stares at you blankly to see you try to tickle him. "youre not ticklish?" you question him dumbfounded "unlike you, no." you sigh in disbelief and lay yourself on his body, before you realized how exposed you are.

Akaza, who pokes your stomach, he cant help but chuckle at your reaction.

Akaza, who finds it cute when squeal and squirm, this man is a menace i tell youu!! 😫

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o3o-aya · 2 years

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If it's ok to request (if not thank you for taking time to read my request. I hope you have a nice day!) How would Gyrutaro, Kokushibo, Douma, and Akaza react to watching their beloved reunite with their demon slayer s/o while they're officially defeated?

Hehe >:3

MINORS DNI

TW: non-con mentioned

He took you when he found out you were spying… And then he asked his sister to get rid of your fellow sister wives.

He thought you were so pretty, and his sister liked you so much. It was a win for both them! Well… Except for you…

You were subjected to many things, you didn’t even want to remember what he would do after Daki would do your makeup and get you ready for you brother.

But here he was… Slowly turning to dust.

He watched you run away, wanting to call out to you.

He couldn’t, his mouth was already gone.

He watched…

Watched as you ran to your injured husband, being hugged by your sister wives.

He knew in this moment… he had to let you go…

Even if it pained him.

Kokusibo looked in sadness, watching as you ran into the arms of your husband.

Why...? Why would you run to him?

He could’ve offered you anything... He offered you more life and you refused...

Since he took you...

All you’ve done is refuse...

Why?

Because of that husband of yours.

He was blind.. Your husband didn’t even know what you looked like and you still wanted to go back to him!

He was turning to dust... You were finally free from him and so you ran to your husband.

In tears...

he did that...

He made you cry...

He watched as Gyomei picked you up, holding you close as you sobbed.

Perhaps... He could meet you in a new life...

Douma stared in disbelief...

Those brats... They killed him!!

What a shame... At least you were safe... You’d be waiting at this temple waiting for him.

His eyes widened, watching as you ran past him. He stared in disbelief as you ran to that slayer.

He wanted to yell at you. But he couldn’t.

He watched.. The wind hashira kissing you as he held you close.

Oh well...

At least you wouldn’t be alone.

Akaza opened your door at the last minute...

So you could run to Giyuu’s arms...

He finally realized why he wanted you... Why he took you...

You reminded him so much of her.... He wanted you, because he missed her..

“Koyuki... I’m sorry...” He said to her, Koyuki smiling as she held him close.

Akaza turned one last glance to her, watching as the water hashira embraced you tightly.

He never loved you, he loved how you reminded him of her...

And now...

you were both happy...

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akiranzee · 17 days

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Hi there! Can I request Akaza x Fem! Demon Slayer?

When Y/N sees Rengoku fighting an upper class demon she heads over to help him and when Akaza sees Y/N, she reminded him of his past deceased wife, Koyuki. Also when Y/N rejects Akaza’s offer of becoming a demon, Akaza ends up winning the fight against Y/N and kidnaps her.

Thank you!!!!!!<333

❤️‍🩹 • ° ` — “LOVE? IS THIS?”

-> PAIRINGS: Akaza x f!Demon Slayer!Y/n -> SUMMARY: Love could sometimes go wrong. -> WORD COUNT: 1.4k+ -> CONTAINS: angst (?), stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, mentions of blood, akaza is ooc!, rengoku’s alive, violence, kissing, dead person, fighting, swearing, & akaza is 200 while reader is 27. -> A/N: HI THERE!! IM RLLY SORRY FOR NOT DOING UR REQUEST FOR SUCH A LONG PERIOD OF TIME😭😭. i saw ur request abt this again it made me feel guilty

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Running toward the sounds, voices, and clashing of swords, as you reached the mugen train, was the first thing you ever did.

You just so happened to be in the mugen train station, after all.

As you reached the distant forest, you happen to see multiple familiar faces, mainly; Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Nezuko.

The bright burning fire that lit in front of all of you only hinted you that, Rengoku was fighting a demon. Not just any demon, but one of the higher ranking ones.

You wanted to back him up, but you can’t see a hole to insert into. It all happened so fast, the fire, the clashes, all hindered your plan of saving Rengoku.

When Tanjiro pleaded you to save Rengoku, you thought of the worst thing that could happen; you’d be too late to do so.

But Rengoku was your close comrade, one that you could only consider tolerable in all of the hashiras. Rengoku was always there to comfort you, protect you, or save you wherever you were. He was like a big brother you never had.

That’s why, you’ll never allow such a thing to happen to him.

A fog covered the surroundings, one that your breathing technique had mastered, completely putting an end at the endless fight Rengoku and the demon had.

As your sword neared the demon’s neck, a bright flash hovered over your eyes, causing a great wonder in your mind. Suddenly, as your eyes dolted open, you wondered where your sword went, hoping the demon didn’t catch it.

But alas, it was in his hand. You signaled Rengoku to do something, perhaps to ambush, but he was too weak and is clutching his side already. He wanted to, but his body wanted and needed to rest.

However, Akaza’s eyes sparked and lit up when he saw your sword’s feature, perhaps because of the small snowflakes attached to the rain-guard of the sword, one that he does not usually see in other slayers, and one that is too familiar, its grip too is a royal yellow, whilst its body is none but a mesmerizing pink. It seemed to have reminded him of something, but beknownst, he is a demon after all, one who could not recollect any of his memories of the past.

But, his eyes lit up brighter, and widened bigger, when he saw your face. Ah, he remembers now, but only vaguely. The pink silk you are wearing — embroidered by beautiful snowflakes on the bottom of your kimono, having a unique hairstyle, that he can not even guess if your hair is to be presumed as long, or short. Then, a snowflake hairpin that matches just about you and your sword, and a royal yellow comb that keeps your bangs up.

Simply put — everything about you reminds him of a certain someone. I would have already flawed honesty if I were to tell you that his jaw did not drop even the slightest. Even the spectators had shocked themselves to what they have witnessed — a demon hesitating to kill someone.

Then, Akaza suddenly chuckled, his laughter echoing through the battleground, as he saw the undying determination burning in your eyes. “Ah... how would you say becoming a demon, hmm? Your efforts would not go to waste unlike this one.” You frowned at that, ready to prove him wrong, “no! All you demons are selfishly unkind, I would never be a part of your kin!”

You quit looking at his eyes, that gave away half of all the emotions he has been keeping, and looked at your sword in his grip instead. As you tried to think of all the realistic, and unrealistic ways to steal your sword from his grasp, all were put to vain as he so easily let go of your sword and threw it right in front of you. You swear you could hear him click his tongue, as he then said, “fine. Have it your way.” He beckoned you to come closer — to charge right at him, his once sinister and obnoxious smile is not found again, rather, a gentle, teasing, and playful smile had been replaced.

You would be lying if you didn’t find him handsome for a few moments there, but it is already perceived as a sin to even compliment a demon.

Lest to say, that all the damage you have dealt taking over Rengoku’s place and fighting in his stead nonstop was not from the demon, but fall damage you had impacted on yourself.

He truly was one unpredictable demon — he had his own way of thinking through things, maybe even smarter than you are — but not once, did he try advancing and taking advantage when you fall over and your guard lower when doing so.

It seems as if he is enjoying this little encounter way too much, that confusion has arisen amongst the spectators and witnesses, especially Tanjiro, Rengoku, and the others.

His soft laughter ringing in your ears was a nice melody, his gentle smile shining in front of you, and his tender hands touching you physically whenever he had the chance. But all of those were soft and gentle, making you have second thoughts if he was really the demon you were up against just minutes ago.

It had made your heart swirl, had made your stomach churn, had made you feel as if this was not a fight at all.

But, in the end, he won. You had stumbled on your ass once again, but this time, it hurt really bad for you had a hard time standing up.

But, this encounter is nearly ending, as the sun is setting. You took note of that, and felt quite a pang when you were about to kill him; or if he would run away once noticing it. But a demon slayer and a demon can never be together.

That’s why, as your role in this world, you jumped on a high tree and charged at him, having wished it would be the last, and final time, as you closed your eyes, hoping for your victory.

But no — it all happened so fast, as you felt the heat of the sun radiate toward you, a strong, muscular arm had wrapped around your waist, as the winds have lost control and slithered their cold on every single part of you.

Slowly, you opened your eyes only to see that the place you had battled on was far away, as it shrunk smaller and smaller on your vision, as you felt the winds were up against you, its strong current had made your hair fly to places, even when the royal yellow comb was still held intact on your hair. Yet, not once has something wavered.

You still felt the running, and the tight grip an arm has around your waist, you turned to look back, and see who had captured you, but Tanjiro called out suddenly, “AKAZAAA!!! You coward! Hand Y/n back to us!!!” Then, he threw his sword on Akaza’s leg, making him stumble, but he still stood up and continued to run, until you could no longer see Tanjiro, the battlefield, and your sword that is left alone, stabbed to the ground.

For some reason, you had felt dizzy, your mind swirling hazily, as your vision blurred, while letting Akaza only take you away to wherever, as darkness followed and consumed the both of you, to the dark forest.

~~~~~

The hazy feeling was still around, but slowly it died out. As you slowly opened your eyes, it had caused your mind to swirl and hurt once more, but it cleared out as you see the darkness in front of you.

You slowly stood up and looked around, only to find out you were laying on a soft mattress laid down on the floor, the only light within the dark room is the flickering bulb.

As you reached out for the door, someone had already opened it — Akaza. It took you by shock, but you had already caught on that he was your captor. Although, you really didn’t expect him to look so... tired.

He had sweat amongst his forehead, dripping to his jaw, neck, and body... Ah shit, he was completely half naked.

Flustered, you turned away, “What- where did you take me?” clearing your throat, as you tried to start a topic.

“Somewhere.” Nonchalantly, he answered as he dragged you towards the soft mattress, causing you to fall on your ass, but this time, it didn’t hurt as much, as afterall, the mattress is soft enough.

“You are not to leave this room, ever.” Chills ran down your spine as he pointed and glared at you, his pale blue eyes glowing within the dark room.

But that didn’t stop you.

“What? Why not...? I-If you think I am afraid because I have no sword, then you’re dead wrong.” On a fighting stance you stood, but shivers and quivers have failed you. You were nothing more than food to him without your sword, after all.

Akaza merely chuckled, his fangs brightly present as the light rested on his face, slightly flickering.

It had feared you, but it was obvious he could not do such a thing such as to harm you.

“Are you sure? I’m impressed by your bravery, but your face gives it all away.. how cute..” He laughed more, but confusions had only filled your mind.

“You are to stay here forever, with me, because you are meant to be mine.” Akaza’s playful smile had turned into a serious frown, “you were always meant to be mine, Y/n. No matter what life this may be, but you had always been mine.”

“What... do you mean?” It had left you with nothing but a gaped mouth.

“Koyuki... I know that it is you.” Akaza smiled gently, and caressed your cheek.

Suddenly though, you slapped his hand away, “you’re crazy!”

“...Call me that, but I do not care. You are mine, you are my Koyuki.” Fear had flowed through your veins as he kept repeating the same, unknown name again and again.

“Who... the fuck is Koyuki?” You backed away, enough to prepare to defend yourself for any upcoming blow.

“My wife. My darling. You.” Akaza continued to speak in riddles, but you had probably solved it.

Ah... this demon had a wife when he was human, huh? But... how? How could he have remembered it? How could he have remembered who his wife was, or his memories of her, that led him to think you and his wife were the same person?

“I... I am not this Koyuki nor wife you think of...” You hesitated unknowingly for a bit, but Akaza cut you off, “No! You are her! I know it! You have the same hair, the same face, the same smile, the same eyes, the same voice — the same warmth that I could all remember! You can’t just tell me you aren’t her!”

God, he was desperate. A demon who had longed for a human, is it now? You stopped and remained frozen for a moment, knowing and perhaps understanding how he had felt after long, painful years of unknowing yearning.

Perhaps it was because you felt sorry for him, that he had to be taken away from his humane life, that he had turned into this frightening, man-eating demon. Or perhaps it was because of the sadness that filled his voice? The sadness that he didn’t even know he was long hiding. Or could it be because... of the tears that had wetted his cheeks, that had dripped and flowed down, that had revealed his entire and pure being?

To be honest, you felt sorry. Really sorry. Because you were too, no stranger to the emotion called sadness. You had felt it again and again, as if an unstoppable loop. Pity had filled and won over you. But he was an enemy, more so — he can kill you anytime, maybe even now.

Trust, a fragile thing to ever exist. But what has this life led to? Wasn’t it just the same as demons? Continuous killing and surviving, yet the only difference is one saves, and one harms. You only live to wake up and continue killing these demons anyway, and your seek of revenge against the demon king is merely impossible. So what difference would it make in your life to fill the heart of the human still remaining within this demon for centuries old?

Akaza had already fallen, bent down to the ground helplessly crying. Ah... perhaps he had been reminded again, of the gruesome figure he had to witness.

Pain and pity completely filled you, as you cupped his cheeks, “I will stay with you.”

★ • ° ` — BONUS:

“Wait- don’t- I promise I won’t do it anymore-! AAAAAHHH!!!” Tears and yells of horror had filled the dark room, as blood had flowed out of the now lifeless body.

“Akaza, you eat so... messy.” You looked away from the scene, as Akaza only chuckled and stood up, “I think this one’s enough to fill me up for a whole week.” licking his lips and fingers, as he walked towards you.

“A- no! Don‘t even-!” You backed away as Akaza continued to walk to you with open arms, with a playful grin in his face.

God, fuck. His slimy and sticky arms wrap around you, his hug icky but warm.

“I missed you. Where’ve you been?” His wet, sticky, bloody lips attached itself to your scalp as your face filled with terror and disgust.

“A- ew ew EW EW EW!!!” You pushed him off as his loud laughter had filled the dark room and your ears, musing over your squirming.

As the laughter died out, he wiped his hand on some cloth laying around, and grabbed your hands to help you up. “Let’s take a bath, hmm?”

~~~~~

“Akaza you big shit.” Dread filled your face as he splashed soap-filled water on your face, as he only laughed and laughed. The wooden hot tub was shaking from how much Akaza was moving too much, probably because you decided to splash some back at him.

As the laughter died out, his now clean lips had attached itself to yours, completely hovering your soft, plush ones.

It had taken you aback for a second, but you returned his soft, gentle affection. Although, you can’t help but wonder.. is this alright?

Having fun and affectionate with a demon.. no more or less the enemy of mankind, and you are a human. Would it be okay to say that you’re content and satisfied with this life than the life you had lived on before? Where you kill evil humans and feed them to him? Or the life in which you kill demons and help mankind, whether bad or good?

This was a forbidden romance, and no one can change it, not even if the world stops turning.

You pulled away from the kiss, the so little humanity in you questioned you once more, if should you really be having fun with a demon, the so very kind of those that had killed the beloveds of your comrades.

“I love you, Koyu- Y/n.” After all, he sees you as no more than the deceased wife he had always, and forever loved.

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