Aged up Tanjiro x Reader slow burn romance.
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Reader is abducted by a time-traveling demon and taken to the Taishō era. The Kamado family took you into their home. They teach you Japanese and are very generous. Th...
Warnings: blood, punishment, bondage, love, dinner date and danger.
Y/N Kamado POV
It becomes impossible to track how many days have passed in this damn cellar. With hardly any light you can't even tell when it is day or night.
Only your thoughts keeping you company as a darkness seems to become overwhelming. Depression growing stronger as you begin to lose hope.
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This day you woke up to bandages over your wounds. Most of them had scabbed over from the battle in the swordsmith village. Looking at the white cloth wrapped carefully around your multiple injuries.
When did someone treat my wounds? How did I not wake up during that?
The chains still wrapped around your arms and waist as you twist to examine yourself. Whatever medical ointment that was use feels incredible.
Any aches or soreness is gone... Incredible.
That's when you notice bandages across you chest. A rush of heat filling your cheeks as you realize this means someone had to undress you.
That fucking ass-
That's when you notice a bizarre lump against your ribs. As if something has been hidden just beneath the skin. Running your fingers over it when the familiar creaking sound of the door opening. The chains rattle from your movement.
Muzan has hardly come to give you food or water during this time has been the longest without any substance. Possibly seven days or more. Shouting at him as he makes eye contact.
"Please I need food... I will die without eating..."
His suit looks untouched and out of place in this filthy room. He has a small plate of food with a glass of water. Standing before you but out of reach.
"Death is a gift that you have not yet earned."
Earned... That is the perfect word for this feeling. Death sounds like a relief... Except-
Looking up at him with a slight fire within your gaze as you begin to feel determined once more:
I plan to fight. I plan to live. I need to see my Husband again.
Giving a frown as you look up at him. Your gaze changes to give a desperate plea. Attempting to look pitiful in hopes of being fed.
He kneels down and slides the plate towards you. Not wasting any time at all. He watches you eat it like a starving animal. Muzan hovering over you as he purrs,
