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Cheer Up, Inkblot

The underground fight ended with a broken nose, a blood-slick floor, and a crowd screaming Gyutaro’s name like he was some mythic monster summoned from the dark.

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t gloat.

He stood there, chest heaving, ink-black birthmarks gleaming with sweat under flickering basement lights. His opponent wheezed somewhere behind him. The next challenger hadn’t moved from the corner. Smart.

Then- “Break it up! Now!”

Flashlights cut through the crowd. Adults’ voices followed—authority, panic, outrage.

Gyutaro didn’t run.

He never did.

Two days later, Gyutaro sat in the principal’s office like he owned it—legs spread, arms crossed, jaw locked in permanent contempt.

“You’re out of chances,” the principal droned. “Your record is stacked high enough to collapse under its own weight.”

Gyutaro tilted his head. “So expel me already.”

“No,” said the teacher beside him—Kamado-sensei, the only one who spoke to him like he was still human. “You need discipline. Teamwork. Something you can’t punch your way through.”

Gyutaro rolled his eyes.

“You’re joining the cheer team.”

That got his attention.

“What.”

“You’re a base now,” Kamado continued, unbothered. “You’ve got the strength, the balance, and your sister vouched for you. Think of it as physical rehab for your temper.”

“Ume what?” he muttered.

“She thinks it’ll be good for you to see what she’s passionate about.”

That was low.

That was smart.

Gyutaro scratched the inside of his arm, nails digging into already raw skin. His face remained blank.

“…Fine.”

Practice opened with cold silence the second Gyutaro stepped into the gym.

He moved like a shadow—wide shoulders, rangy frame, the black ink-like markings on his face and neck making every cheerleader shrink away like he might bite.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t smile. He stood by the edge of the mats, radiating ‘do not touch me’ energy while the squad whispered behind hands and ponytails.

Someone muttered, “Didn’t he break that guy’s ribs?”

Someone else hissed, “Why would Ume bring him here?”

Ume, to her credit, kept her chin up and glared anyone who looked at her brother too long. Still, even she looked... exhausted.

He caught a flyer wrong.

She didn’t fall—but she tensed mid-air like he was poison, and the second she hit the ground, she pulled away from him like she’d been burned.

Gyutaro said nothing. His jaw was tight. Hands shaking.

Ume pulled him aside after practice.

“You need to look less like you're about to snap someone’s spine.”

“I wasn’t.”

“They don’t know that.”

The pyramid was halfway up when it happened.

Gyutaro was locked in place, arms steady, focus sharp—but the flyer above him, already anxious, panicked the second her foot hit his shoulder.

Her balance tipped.

The top row screamed.

The whole structure crumpled.

Girls crashed into each other, hit the mats. A flyer landed sideways with a thud. One of the bases curled up, clutching her arm. Ume's voice cracked like a whip.

“What the hell was that?!”

“She freaked out! It’s his fault!��

“He was holding his position! You dropped the line—”

“I’m not letting that guy touch me again! He’s freaky! He—he didn’t even try to help!”

“Because you were already falling!”

Gyutaro stood in the middle of it. Silent. Breathing hard through his nose. His knuckles were white at his sides.

And then—

The gym door opened.

Your shoes clicked against the floor like punctuation. The noise, the tension, the arguing—it all paused the moment you walked in.

Some girls relaxed. Others straightened.

You were back.

Finally.

You glanced around once, taking in the wreckage—the unsteady squad, Ume fuming, a girl crying, a ruined pyramid—and then your eyes landed on him.

Tall. Still. Solid.

Covered in sweat and judgment.

And muscles.

Your first thought wasn’t “That’s the guy from fight club.” It was: “That’s the most stable damn base I’ve ever seen.”

You walked to the center of the mat like it was yours. Because it was.

“What happened?” you asked, voice clean and crisp.

“She panicked,” Ume said before anyone else could start twisting the story. “Gyutaro held. She lost her footing. The rest went with her.”

You looked at the flyer, still nursing bruised pride. “Anyone hurt?”

A few shakes of the head. Some muttering.

“Then reset,” you said.

The flyer sputtered. “But—but he—”

You cut her off with a glance.

“He did his job. You didn’t.”

Then you turned to Gyutaro, not blinking.

“You. Base for me.”

He stared at you for a moment. Long enough for half the team to collectively hold their breath.

“…We haven’t practiced,” he said.

You nodded. “Then we start now.”

You didn’t wait.

You walked to the center mat, started stretching your arms, rolling your shoulders.

“You look strong,” you said without turning back. “Let’s see if you’re stable too.”

He was already following.

The squad gathered off to the side, whispering and fake-stretching as they pretended not to watch.

You stood at the center, already crouched into pre-lift stance, focused and loose like you'd never left. You didn’t even glance at Gyutaro. Just spoke.

“Step up.”

He hesitated—not visibly, not enough for anyone else to notice—but you caught the micro-delay.

Then his foot hit the mat behind you, and he moved into place.

His hands hovered, unsure where to grab. You looked over your shoulder, deadpan.

“Hips,” you said.

He raised a brow.

“I’m not gonna bite you.”

Gyutaro didn’t smile, but something flickered behind his eyes—irritation or curiosity or both. He placed his hands on your hips. Big, calloused palms. Controlled grip. No shaking.

You nodded once, confirming his stance. “Good. Lock it. I’m going up.”

And then—

You jumped.

He moved with you like a reflex. One push, one perfect snap of timing, and your feet cleared his shoulders in a heartbeat. His arms extended to brace, every muscle flexing as he stabilized you up high, rock steady like a statue carved from rage and repressed trauma.

No sway. No shake.

You were airborne—balanced.

Still.

Then you looked down at him.

“Not bad,” you said, calm, cool, confident.

His eyes snapped up to yours.

You weren’t afraid.

Not of falling. Not of him.

And that landed harder than any punch he’d ever taken.

No one had ever looked at him like that.

Not when he was holding something breakable.

He didn’t speak. Just kept you steady.

Like you were the most natural thing in the world.

You held the pose for a count, sharp and proud, and then called, “Dismount.”

He caught you on the way down.

Easy. Solid. Clean.

Your feet hit the mat, and you didn’t wobble once.

You turned to face him, still close, still measuring.

“You catch everyone like that?”

He blinked once. “No.”

You nodded, satisfied.

“Good.”

Then you turned and clapped twice. “Alright, let’s reset the full stunt. Pyramid formation on my count. Let’s make it clean.”

The team scrambled into motion, everyone suddenly quieter, tighter, more focused.

You didn’t have to look to know Gyutaro was still watching you.

He didn’t speak the whole rest of practice.

But when you called his name, he moved without question.

When you needed a base, he was under you before you finished the word.

He didn’t flinch when your hands touched his shoulders, didn’t tense when your foot stepped into his palms.

You gave him structure.

And for the first time in a long time—

He wanted to hold something steady.

One afternoon between classes, Gyutaro was slamming his locker shut when he heard your voice behind him.

"Hey, Inkblot," you called, easy and light, like it was the most natural thing in the world for you to stroll right up to him.

He stiffened instantly — a lifetime of habit — his body coiled tight like he expected a threat. He turned, a glare already tugging at his face, automatic.

But when he met your eyes, all bright and amused, the sharpness drained out of him. You weren’t scared. You weren’t mocking him. You were just... there, grinning like you knew some secret he didn’t.

"You busy after school?" you asked, casually leaning a shoulder against the row of lockers beside him. "Come to the gym early today. I’ve got something I want to try with you."

The words weren’t a request — they were a confident expectation. Like you already knew he’d agree.

Gyutaro blinked, confused. His first instinct was to tell you to get lost, or at least give you a rough shrug and walk away. He didn’t owe you anything. But before he could say anything, he caught the way the hallway around them had gone weirdly silent. The way people were staring.

The way they whispered, darting looks at the two of them.

The way some guys — the ones who wouldn't have dared meet his eye before — looked downright jealous.

It sent a petty little thrill slithering through his chest.

For once, he was the one being sought out. He was the one someone wanted. And not just anyone — you.

He fought to keep the crooked little smirk off his face, just rolled a shoulder in his typical slouchy, disinterested way. "Whatever," he muttered, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

But inside — inside he was already counting the minutes, tapping his heel against the tile like he could somehow make the day move faster.

You gave him a two-fingered salute and sauntered off, leaving him standing there with a locker door dented under his fist and a heart pounding so loud he was sure people could hear it.

Gyutaro stared after you for a second longer than he meant to.

Then he caught one of the dumbasses from math class gawking and nearly bared his teeth at him.

Yeah. He was definitely showing up early today.

When he showed up, you were already there — stretching out easily on the gym mats, the golden late-afternoon sun casting long shadows across the floor.

He paused in the doorway without meaning to, taking in the way you moved — like you owned the space.

You adjusted your waistband casually, thumbs hooking under the elastic and tugging your shorts lower so they sat right against your hips. It was such an absent-minded, natural motion, but Gyutaro nearly gave himself whiplash trying not to watch.

He dragged his gaze up to the ceiling like maybe God would save him if he looked holy enough, then busied himself pretending to scope the gym out — like he was just waiting for the others. Like his blood wasn’t roaring in his ears.

"You ready?" you called out, voice bright and easy.

"Yeah," he muttered, rougher than he intended. He cleared his throat, feeling like a total idiot.

You beckoned him over with two fingers, and he had no choice but to obey.

"So here’s the deal," you said, a glint in your eye. "I’ve been dying to try a new move. It's kind of crazy but I think you’re the only one who can pull it off."

You outlined the plan — a complicated swing-and-climb stunt that basically turned him into your own personal jungle gym. The instructions should’ve been overwhelming, but Gyutaro found himself nodding along, absorbing every word.

"Think you can handle it?" you teased, cocking a brow at him, a playful dare in your voice.

He snorted, rolling his shoulders back. "Course I can," he said, sounding more sure than he felt.

You grinned like you already knew he wouldn’t fail you.

And then — without a second thought — you climbed him.

Your hands were firm on his shoulders, your foot bracing against the muscle of his thigh. You moved so naturally it was like you trusted him completely, no hesitation, no fear. It lit something hot and volatile inside him, something that twisted low in his stomach.

Gyutaro stayed grounded, every muscle alive under your touch. He shifted instinctively when your weight leaned — adjusting his stance, his grip — hyper-aware of every brush of your skin against his.

It wasn’t just about not dropping you.

It was about making sure you never even felt unsteady.

And then — casual, like you didn’t even know you were wrecking him — you squeezed his bicep.

"Perfect hold," you said, approving and pleased.

For a split second, Gyutaro's brain blanked completely. He understood instantly why all those other guys before him buckled under you — that little touch, that tiny bit of praise, it was lethal.

He forced himself to breathe through it, setting his jaw, refusing to crumble. He wasn’t going to be just another idiot.

You continued, twisting effortlessly around his torso, climbing higher, and finally — you settled easily on his shoulders like it was the most natural place in the world for you to be. Perched there like a queen.

You tapped his forehead lightly, playful.

"Solid," you said, grinning down at him. "This is gonna kill when we show it off."

Gyutaro tightened his hands lightly at your knees, steadying you — steadying himself.

And somewhere deep inside him, something fierce and almost hopeful unfurled in his chest.

Maybe — maybe — this didn’t suck after all.

Maybe being your base wasn’t the punishment he thought it was, it was the beginning of something he hadn’t even dared to want.

The next day, you made it official.

After a few more successful practice runs — each one smoother and faster than the last — you clapped your hands sharply to get everyone’s attention. The team circled up around you and Gyutaro in the gym, some of them looking curious, some already wary.

"Watch close," you said, voice confident. You threw Gyutaro a quick glance — a silent ready? — and he gave a short nod.

Without hesitation, you moved.

Hands planting on his shoulders, foot stepping onto the solid brace of his thigh, you launched into the climb-and-swing maneuver you’d been perfecting. Gyutaro moved with you like instinct — a living, breathing anchor — adjusting the minute shifts in your balance with a stability that made it look effortless. Every catch was seamless. Every turn, precise.

He didn’t even notice how tightly his jaw was locked, how sharply focused he was on you alone — until you slid into place on his shoulders like a crown set on a king.

A heartbeat of stillness. You dismounted gracefully, landing beside him with barely a sound.

The gym echoed faintly with awkward clapping. A few half-hearted whistles.

But nobody — not one person — stepped forward to volunteer to try it next.

Someone muttered, "Maybe... with someone else."

Gyutaro heard it clear as day. Another kid flinched when Gyutaro shifted his weight slightly, like even the idea of him moving was a threat.

A familiar ache curled up in his chest — not anger, not really. Just the old, bitter knowledge that he didn’t belong here. Not really. No matter how good he was. No matter how hard he tried.

He let out a dry, humorless puff of air through his nose and dropped his gaze to the floor. Figures.

But then — You.

You, who had trusted him without a blink. You, who had touched him like he wasn’t something to flinch from. You, who called him Inkblot with an affectionate smirk instead of a sneer.

You were furious.

"You serious?" you snapped, voice slicing through the thick tension like a blade. Even Gyutaro flinched a little at the sheer command in your tone.

"You watched it work. You saw it. And you're still scared?"

The others shifted uneasily, avoiding your burning gaze, suddenly very interested in their shoes.

"No one's gonna grow if you can't get over yourselves," you barked, stepping forward, forcing them all to look at you. "You think it’s easy to put yourself in someone else's hands? You think it’s easy to carry people? To stay steady no matter what?"

You jabbed a finger toward Gyutaro without even looking at him — like it was obvious.

"This guy’s doing it better than any of you ever could, and you can't even manage a little basic trust?"

Silence. Thick, miserable silence.

Your jaw tightened. Then, with deadly calm, you pointed at the track visible just beyond the gym doors.

"Run. Now. Twenty laps. Maybe you’ll build a backbone while you're at it."

The team scattered like mice, stumbling over themselves to get outside before you found a harsher punishment.

Gyutaro just... stared at you.

At the fierce set of your shoulders. At the way your chest rose and fell with frustration. At the way you didn’t even glance at him for validation — because you didn’t need to. You already knew you were right.

Nobody — nobody — had ever fought for him like that. Not since Ume had still been a little girl with a chipped tooth and fists full of fury on his behalf.

And right there, in that emptying gym, Gyutaro felt something dangerous and terrifying twist low in his stomach.

He cared.

He cared what you thought of him.

And somehow, he knew — deep down — that if he let himself, he'd start caring about a lot more than that.

The team stampeded out of the gym, sneakers slapping against the track as they started their punishment laps. The heavy metal doors swung shut behind them with a hollow clang, leaving the gym suddenly quiet again.

You turned back toward Gyutaro, expression softening a little. Some of the storm faded from your eyes, replaced with something almost… apologetic.

“They're not usually like this," you said, voice low. "They shouldn't judge anyone. Especially not someone who's done nothing but—"

"‘S fine," Gyutaro cut you off before you could keep going, throwing up one hand lazily. His mouth twisted into a rough, bitter grin.

"Who wants some ugly, marked-up thug grabbin’ them anyway? I wouldn’t."

It was meant to sound like a joke. Self-deprecating. Easy to shrug off.

But it didn't land like that.

Not with you.

You crossed the space between you without hesitation, coming to stand right in front of him. Close enough he could see every detail of your face — the serious line of your brow, the slight downward pull at the corners of your mouth.

"Don't talk about yourself like that," you said quietly. Firm. No room for argument.

Gyutaro blinked, thrown off balance by how serious you looked.

"You’re strong," you continued, voice unwavering. "You’re intuitive. You notice things nobody else does. You pick up moves faster than people who’ve been training for years."

He opened his mouth to scoff, to say whatever, but you didn’t let him.

"And your marks?" You tilted your head a little, eyes flicking across the dark, ink-like patterns sprawled across his face, his arms. You smiled — really smiled — and Gyutaro felt something in his chest clench painfully.

"I think they're cool," you said simply. "They make you distinct. Interesting. You stand out. You should be proud of that."

He stared at you.

Words clogged in his throat, thick and clumsy. He didn't know what the hell he was supposed to say to that.

Nobody had ever said anything like that to him. Not teachers. Not classmates. Not adults. No one — except Ume, maybe, when they were younger and the world hadn’t ground them down yet.

And now you, standing there like it was the easiest thing in the world to see worth in him.

He looked away, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"You're weird," he muttered under his breath.

But his ears were red.

And you just laughed — light and bright, like windchimes again — the sound slipping straight under his skin and settling somewhere deep he didn’t want to look too closely at.

The sky was darkening by the time Gyutaro left the school grounds. He didn’t bother waiting for Ume — she’d run off earlier with a bunch of her friends, too wrapped up in plans for some weekend thing to even notice him.

Which was fine. Better this way, honestly.

He jammed his hands deep into the pockets of his hoodie, hunched his shoulders, and started the long walk home alone.

The cracked sidewalk passed under his feet in a steady rhythm, but his mind wasn't nearly as steady. It kept circling back to you. To the way you’d looked at him — steady and real — when you told him he was strong, smart, that his birthmarks made him distinct.

Distinct. Not ugly. Not scary. Cool.

No one had ever said that to him. Not once.

And the worst part — the part that made his hands clench and unclench inside his pockets — was that he wanted to believe you. He wanted it so badly it hurt.

He scowled at the ground, kicking a loose pebble into the gutter.

Stupid.

It didn’t mean anything. You were just being nice. You were that kind of person — probably felt bad for him, thought you were doing him some big favor by being kind.

That had to be it.

Because the alternative — that you actually saw something in him — was too dangerous to even consider.

The walk stretched on.

Gyutaro told himself it didn’t matter. That he didn’t care.

Except he did.

Because every time he closed his eyes, he saw the way you smiled when you talked about his strength. He heard that windchime laugh, light and easy and nothing like the world he was used to. And worse — way worse — he caught himself thinking about how good you looked at practice. The firm line of your calves when you planted your feet to lift off. The curve of your hips when you adjusted your stance. The flash of bare midriff when you reached up to fix your hair.

He hated it. Hated how easy it was for his eyes to find you without meaning to. Hated how bad he wanted your attention.

He shoved his hood up over his head and kept walking, faster now, like he could outrun the thoughts clawing at the inside of his skull.

You didn’t see him that way. You probably never would.

He was just a base to you. A tall, stable object to stand on, to swing from, to land on.

That's all.

He repeated it over and over in his head like a mantra. And if his chest felt tight the whole way home, well — that was just something he’d deal with later.

Alone.

Like always.

Weeks slipped by in a strange, uncomfortable rhythm.

Practice after practice, Gyutaro found himself being handed more things to like about you. The way your nose scrunched slightly when you concentrated. The way you never hesitated to correct someone — including him — without being cruel about it. The way you praised people without making it feel fake, even him. The way you laughed, not forced but bright and easy, and how it got under his skin every single damn time.

The rest of the team had started to come around too. Slowly, awkwardly, but it was happening. People passed him flyers without dropping them like they were scared. Some even started to joke with him — carefully, hesitantly — like they were realizing maybe he wasn’t about to bite their heads off.

All except one girl, but Gyutaro couldn’t even be bothered to remember her name. Why would he care about her opinion when the only thing he could see anymore was you?

He could tell you trusted him. Relied on him. You picked him for the hardest lifts without a second thought. You grinned at him like you knew he would never let you fall.

You were under his skin so deep he didn’t even bother trying to dig you out.

It was a normal day when he got called into Principal Kamado’s office.

At first, Gyutaro thought it had to be a mistake — a reflexive twitch of guilt shot through him even though he hadn’t done a damn thing wrong. No fights. No vandalism. No screaming matches in the hallways.

He shuffled in reluctantly, hands jammed into the pockets of his hoodie.

Principal Kamado — a short, perpetually tired-looking man — actually smiled when he saw him.

“Gyutaro. Good to see you.”

That alone made Gyutaro want to turn around and check if someone was standing behind him.

"You've done well," Kamado said, flipping through a clipboard. "I've seen a real improvement. No incidents. Good reports from teachers. Even... cooperation in extracurriculars."

Gyutaro stiffened but said nothing.

"Which brings us to this: this week will be your last week in cheerleading."

The words hit harder than he expected.

Kamado kept talking about learning lessons, good influences, personal growth — but Gyutaro barely heard any of it. All he could think about was that this would be the end. No more practices. No more excuses to see you almost every day. No more subtle, electrifying brushes of your hand against his arm. No more looking up and seeing you grinning at him like he was someone worth smiling at.

No more you.

Gyutaro didn’t react outwardly. Didn’t twitch. Didn’t blink.

But inside, his stomach twisted into something ugly and bitter.

What the hell was wrong with him? Getting bent out of shape over something so stupid. You weren’t his. You never would be.

And worst of all — he caught himself thinking that he would miss the way your body fit against his when you launched into stunts. He flinched at the thought, disgusted with himself.

Get it together, he told himself savagely. Creep.

He trudged to practice that afternoon, feeling heavier than usual. You were stretching when he arrived, and you beamed at him like you always did — easy, bright, beautiful.

It almost made him turn around and leave before he could embarrass himself.

Instead, he forced himself to walk over, slouching slightly like he could make himself smaller.

When you noticed the look on his face, your smile faltered just a little.

"What’s up, Inkblot?" you asked, cheerful but curious.

He shrugged, looking anywhere but at you.

"Last week," he said roughly. "Principal said I'm done after this."

You blinked, and for a second — just a second — you looked genuinely sad. It almost knocked him over.

"Oh," you said softly, pushing your hair behind your ear. "That’s... soon."

You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, looking thoughtful.

"If you wanted to, you could stick around after this week," you said casually, like it wasn’t ripping his ribs open with your stupid hopefulness. "You’ve been a better base than most of the guys who actually wanted to do this."

You grinned at him again, trying to lighten the mood.

Gyutaro knew what you were doing. He could see it.

You wanted him to stay. Not because you needed him — but because you wanted him around.

He opened his mouth.

Closed it again.

Finally, he shrugged like he didn’t care, like the inside of his chest wasn’t crumbling to dust.

"Ain't got a reason to stick around," he said flatly.

You hesitated.

But you nodded, respecting his answer even if you clearly didn’t agree with it.

Gyutaro didn’t meet your eyes for the rest of practice.

Because if he did, he knew he’d never survive it.

Something was... off.

Gyutaro didn’t consider himself the most observant when it came to other people — unless they were throwing punches — but even he noticed it.

You were slower today. Distracted.

Moves you normally hit without blinking needed correcting. He found himself catching you by the waist, steadying your landings, adjusting your center of gravity mid-air more than usual.

Nobody else seemed to catch it. Maybe because you still wore that same easy smile, still barked encouragements, still led practice like you always had.

But Gyutaro noticed.

Because you were the only one who let him touch you without flinching. The only one who trusted him to catch you every time.

And today, it was like you were trusting him extra hard — leaning into him a second longer than necessary, squeezing the curve of his shoulder or the firmness of his bicep like you needed the reassurance.

Or maybe he needed it.

Either way, it twisted something deep in his gut.

At the end of practice, you waved to him like normal, that soft, sad smile tugging at your lips.

He didn’t know what to do with it, so he just lifted a hand in an awkward half-wave and watched you leave.

The next day?

You were back to normal.

Sharp. Energetic. Unbothered.

If Gyutaro didn’t know better, he would’ve thought yesterday was all in his head. Maybe he was losing it.

But there was something new too — something that gnawed at the edges of his brain like a dog with a bone.

You were... more hands-on.

When you climbed into position, you grabbed at his arms, his shoulders, even his sides with more familiarity than before. Your hands lingered when you adjusted your grip. You squeezed his muscles once or twice without thinking — like you were testing him, reaffirming that he was solid, steady, yours to rely on.

Gyutaro felt every touch like a damn brand against his skin.

It took every ounce of willpower not to react. Not to stiffen or jerk or — god forbid — look at you with all the messy, confused feelings choking him up from the inside out.

He was a rock.

He had to be.

Especially when you looked so damn happy with him. Especially when he realized he’d never want anything more than to be whatever you needed him to be.

At the end of practice, as everyone was packing up, you jogged over to him. Your cheeks were flushed from exertion, eyes bright.

He was halfway through pulling on his hoodie when you poked him in the side — right against the dip of muscle there — and grinned up at him.

"You’re coming tomorrow, right?"

Gyutaro grunted, tugging his hoodie down.

"Yeah. S'last day," he muttered.

You nodded, hands resting on your hips.

"Good. I’ve got a surprise for you."

He blinked down at you, suspicious. "Surprise?"

You just smiled — secretive, warm — and patted his arm like you were proud of him.

"You’ll see, Inkblot."

And then you turned and jogged off, tossing a wink over your shoulder like it was no big deal.

Leaving him standing there like a damn fool, hoodie half-zipped, heart beating way too fast for something as stupid as a wink.

Practice that day felt different.

Lighter somehow.

Everyone was cooperating better than usual, no screw-ups, no weird tension clinging to the air. You moved through the routines like you didn’t have a care in the world — laughing easily, teasing your teammates when they stumbled, praising Gyutaro like he was the foundation of the whole damn team.

And he...

He was trying not to drown in the way your face lit up every time he caught you perfectly.

It almost made him forget it was his last day.

Almost.

When practice wound down, you clapped your hands together, drawing everyone's attention.

"Alright!" you called, practically bouncing on your toes. "Nobody leave yet. I've got something planned."

Confused glances were exchanged. Gyutaro just crossed his arms, watching you suspiciously as you jogged off toward the lockers.

A few minutes later, you came back — dragging a cart with boxes of pizza, sodas, chips, and even a tiny cake with "Thanks, Inkblot!" written in messy icing across the top.

The others cheered.

Gyutaro... just stared.

You had done all this. For him.

Not because you had to. Not because someone made you. Because you wanted to.

For the first time in his whole damn life — outside of Ume — someone cared enough to celebrate him.

The pit in his stomach threatened to turn into something sharp and overwhelming, so he ducked his head and muttered a gruff, "Tch... 's stupid..." under his breath.

But when Ume elbowed him hard in the ribs, grinning like she knew exactly what was happening in his brain, he just scowled at her.

"You liiiike her," she sing-songed under her breath, practically bouncing with glee.

"Shut up," he growled low, barely resisting the urge to shove her across the damn room.

"And she likes you too, dummy. How can you not see it?!" she whispered, giggling before darting away before he could catch her.

Gyutaro grit his teeth, choosing instead to focus on stuffing a slice of pizza into his mouth before he said something he'd regret.

The party was... good. Better than he thought possible.

Some of the team members — the same ones who'd been terrified of him at the beginning — came up and clapped him on the shoulder, said thanks, good luck, stuff like that.

He didn’t know what to say, but he grunted through it without glaring at them. (Too much.)

Even the coach stopped by briefly to wish him well.

It was almost perfect.

Almost.

Because just as Gyutaro was starting to think maybe this wasn't a terrible memory to add to his life, he heard it.

A loud, disgusted voice slicing through the noise like a knife.

"Finally," the girl sneered, loud enough for half the gym to hear. "The monster's leaving."

It punched the air straight out of his lungs.

He clenched his fists at his sides, nails biting into his palms. Of course. Should’ve known it was too good to last.

He told himself it didn’t matter. He'd heard worse. He was worse, wasn't he?

So he turned away. Pretended not to hear it.

Until—

Splash.

The girl yelped, sputtering as soda dripped down her hair and soaked into her shirt.

Everyone froze.

You stood there, holding your now-empty cup like it was a weapon.

Your face was calm. Deadly.

"I don't like people," you said clearly, voice carrying over the stunned silence, "who can barely hold a basic stunt without panicking but act like they're god's gift to the team."

The girl stared at you, furious and humiliated.

"And I especially don't like people who are cruel for no reason," you finished.

"And with that — you're officially kicked out of the squad."

The girl opened her mouth, but the look you leveled at her made her think better of it. She turned and stormed out, a few of her friends trailing after her.

You exhaled, puffing your chest out like you’d just finished a battle you were ready to win from the beginning, and turned back to the rest of the team.

"Party's still on," you chirped, voice sunny again.

By the time the party wound down, most of the others had trickled out. Even Ume had gone, claiming she'd forgotten something in the gym and would "totally" come back for it later.

(Yeah, right.)

Which left just you and Gyutaro, wandering the mats, pretending to look for whatever "missing" thing Ume had lied about.

You spotted it first — a forgotten hair tie — and held it up with a soft laugh.

"Found it," you said.

He approached slowly, still a little off balance from everything.

When he reached out to take it, your fingers brushed his palm — warm, sure — and before he could pull back, you tugged him down.

Pressed your lips against his.

Gyutaro froze.

Every muscle locked up.

He stood there like a statue, wide-eyed, tasting your chapstick and breathing your warmth and not comprehending any of it.

It felt like the ground had dropped out beneath him — except you were there, anchoring him, grounding him in a way nothing ever had before.

Your lips — soft, real, yours — had just been on his.

It didn't make sense. It couldn't make sense.

His hands shot up automatically, gripping your shoulders and pushing you gently but firmly back to arm’s length — not rough, not mean — just overwhelmed.

He stared at you, breathing unevenly, like you'd just yanked the floor out from under him and he was still trying to figure out which way was up.

Your laughter broke the thick tension between you — light and bright, curling through the gym like sunlight cutting through a storm.

"You look like you got hit by a truck," you teased, smiling so warmly it made his chest ache.

He blinked at you, still trying to reboot his brain.

Finally, you tilted your head at him, eyes sparkling.

"Are you really that surprised?" you asked.

And that’s when the words tumbled out — raw, clumsy, brutally honest.

"You—" he started, voice scraping rough in his throat. "You don’t get it. Nobody..." he faltered, hands flexing against your shoulders like he was afraid you'd vanish if he let go, "—nobody wants someone like me."

You opened your mouth to argue, but he barreled on before you could.

"I’m messed up. Ugly. Stupid. Always have been. Even when I ain’t tryin' to start somethin', people look at me like I'm some kinda disease."

He dropped his gaze, the words tasting like blood in his mouth.

"I don't— I ain't good enough for you."

The confession hung in the air between you, trembling and raw.

You exhaled softly, reaching up to wrap your hands around his wrists, not forcing him to let go — just grounding him.

"Gyutaro," you said his name gently, "you're not ugly. You're not stupid. You're not a disease."

You squeezed his wrists firmly, anchoring him back to you.

"You're strong. Reliable. Sharp as hell when you wanna be. And your marks?" You smiled up at him, bright and certain. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful."

He flinched, as if the word physically hurt — but you just smiled wider, refusing to let him shrink away.

"I kissed you because I wanted to," you said simply. "Because I like you."

Gyutaro stared at you like you were speaking a language he'd never heard before.

You laughed again, that damn windchime sound he was quickly becoming addicted to.

"And judging by the way you were about two seconds from breaking the gym with how hard you were blushing," you added playfully, "I'm guessing you don't exactly hate me either."

Something cracked in him then — a dam breaking, a lifetime of keeping everything ugly and painful locked behind scar tissue — and he just choked out a low, helpless laugh.

"You're insane," he muttered.

"Maybe," you agreed easily, stepping closer, the warmth of you a gravitational pull he couldn't fight if he tried.

"But you're mine now if you want to be," you said, voice dropping just enough to make his brain short-circuit.

For once, Gyutaro didn’t argue.

Didn’t snarl or push you away or pick at himself until he bled.

He just let himself believe it — even if it scared him half to death.

"...Tch," he huffed, cheeks burning as he finally dropped his hands from your shoulders.

"Guess I ain't got much of a choice," he mumbled gruffly.

You grinned, victorious, and leaned up to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Nope," you whispered against his skin.

#I FORGOT TO REBLOG THIS omg #this was soooo good #one of the best gyutaro fics i've read in a while #lowkey obsessed with the bossy cheerleader trope hihi #gyutaro #kny #demon slayer gyutaro #gyutaro shabana rec

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haidynsrecs · 2 months ago

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The siblings kidnap you

warnings: Explicit sexual deme, +18, Gyutaro being weird, yandere, dry humping, dubious consent, Stockholm sindrome, dark theme.

Authors note: I had this in my drafts for months and I finally decided to post it.

When Daki dragged you to her hideout, fear gripped you completely. She had grown fond of you because of your complying and affable personality. But when she revealed her unsettling looking brother to you, your heart nearly stopped—you thought you might faint on the spot.

His appearance was as nothing you had ever seen. He crawled out from what seemed the inside of the back of his sister, showing his scrawny body with an inhuman shape, with an abdomen that nearly existed and pointy prominent hip bones. You gasped when his lanky frame stood tall in front of you, not daring to scream, too paralyzed from the fear.

Slowly he kneeled down in front of you with a wicked smirk. His eyes trailed you up and down with a hungry gaze. As you look at him in the eyes, you can see something written in them. The kanji for "Upper Rank" carved across his right eye, and the daiji for "Six" carved on his left.

"Such a pretty thing... pretty eyes... smooth skin..."

He trailed off with a cracked voice, while with his left hand he began to scratch his neck with such a force that it bleed. Seeing him doing that to himself made your stomach turn and your chest tighten. Slowly you tried to crawl away from him, but when he saw your attempt, he grabbed your chin roughly, keeping you in place.

A maniac laughter echoed from his gut, and you could see his bleeding skin regenerating. Your eyes widened. Whatever this thing was… it wasn't human for sure.

His thumb caressed your skin almost tenderly, making you shiver. "So cute... I bet you never had to worry about getting a plate of warm food in the table... so lucky" His voice sounded teasing and sarcastic, as if he was playing with his food.

With his free hand, he pointed at your neck, something that looked like a red weapon. Like a scythe made of meat. You closed your eyes tight in fear, thinking that this was when everything ended.—"Don't you dare, brother!" Daki whined, making him stop. "She is not food for now, she is mine".

You opened your eyes and Gyutaro turned to look at her with a scowl. "What the fuck do you mean with that Daki? Is this like a pet or something to you?" He said with disdain, tilting your face towards them.

Daki huffed and started throwing a tantrum. "And what if she is?! Don't you want your sister to be happy? Just let me have her". Gyutaro with a sigh immediately let go of you and started consoling his sister. "Fine, fine, you can have this human or whatever... if it makes you happy..." He said as he patted her head.

You were left confused as you watched the scene. At lest, the imminent danger was over, but the fact that they called you a pet made you feel very uneasy.

The younger demon girl recovered in time record when her brother allowed her to keep you, and looked at you with a smirk. "I knew you'll understand brother, and we can share her of course... she is well-behaved and pretty". She said as she got closer to you and caressed your hair.

Gyutaro scoffed and looked at you up and down lazily while he scratched his neck. "So what if she is pretty? She is just a human". He did not understand his sister fascination with you, you were just another privileged pretty human that made his jealousy boil.

"But she is our pretty human. She is cute and compliant." The female demon said and then grabbed your hair with her first. "Aren't I right?" She said with a dangerous tone, and you could only nod in fear.

"See brother?" She's all cute and yours to play with" As his sister said dose words, something in him snapped. You were a pretty human and all his. He felt himself getting excited, and he took a long look at you again.

Such a fragile and cute thing, and all for me to break.

He thought to himself. You were just like a small, precious present that had been given to him. "Mine…?" He murmured under his breath as he stared at you with an unsettling gaze. As you felt his eyes on you, you felt a shiver run down your spine.

"Yes, she's all yours, brother, until I get back from work, of course." Daki announced and then turned again to you. "Be a good girl and keep company to my big brother while I'm gone" She told you almost sweetly, letting go of your hair and giving you a soft kiss on your forehead.

And with that, she left you alone with him.

You were still sitting on the ground, feeling small and vulnerable under his gaze. For a long while, he did not move or flinch, he just stared at you with widen eyes. It was so weird. You did not know what to do in that situation and just fidgeted nervously as the air was charged with tension. The anticipation of what he would do was making your heart rise.

"Do you have a name, pretty thing?" His cracked voice sounded after what felt like an eternity.

You nodded shyly and looked up at him. "Yes, my name is Y/N..." you managed to say without your voice trembling.

He tilted his head to the side and a smirk that showed off his shark like white fangs appeared on his face. "Y/N... a pretty name for a pretty girl..." His words sounded mocking, and slowly he started to step closer to you.

“Tell me, I am too hideous for such precious thing like you, Y/N?” He asked in a taunting voice, almost sarcastic, but this time it felt as if he was genuinely asking… as if there was a tingle of hope behind all the mockery.

You quickly shock your head out of fear of doing anything that could anger him. You had seen how they could tear a person's libs apart just with their bare hands and how their teeth crushed human bones without any difficulty, so you did what you needed to do at that moment, you lied.

“No! of course not… I don't think so at all… you and Daki are both precious to me!” Panicked words started flowing out of your mouth before you forced yourself to shut up.

As you said that, he paused suddenly, his characteristic smirk faltering, and an unsettling silence succumbed between you two once more. The demon just stared at you again with dose eyes that seemed to pierce through your soul. Fear gripped your heart and your head started reeling.

“Did I said something wrong? Is he offended? Will he hurt me now?” Panicked questions started to flown in your mind.

You didn't know it, but your answer had actually surprised Gyutaro and deeply touched him. He knew that it was probably a lie, he sensed your fear and discomfort under his gaze, but at that the same time he also felt a soft tightness into his chest. It was a nice sensation, and he wanted more of that, more of your pretty words.

Suddenly, a manic grin returned into his features and he started moving again closer to you. “Precious… you think I am such a thing?” He asked, with a low rumble.

As he got closer, your heart rate started to increase. They said they weren't going to kill you, but that only could mean that maybe your fate would be worse. As he stopped in front of you, you closed your eyes hard in fear and waited for anything to happen. You could feel his imposing presence in front of you and for a long moment he just stared at you, feeling amused, until you felt his hand move.

You instinctively flinched at the change in the air, in fear of getting hit, but what he did surprised you. He started petting your hair.

For a long moment, you did not open your eyes. His hand felt rough and strong, but his touch was tender against your scalp, making you shiver slightly under it. Slowly you opened your eyes and your heart nearly stopped. Your eyes immediately met his grotesque features and his intense gaze. He was so close you could feel his hot breath on your face.

“Foolish girl… tell me what else do you think about me.” he commanded in an intimate tone, his voice tingled with challenge, but it was also obvious what he wanted. He wanted more pretty words, more validation from you.

For a long moment, you didn't know what to say, what could you possibly say to a thing like him? But you decided to try anyway. “My precious… my sweetheart…” You whispered, “I like your… Colorful eyes… and your hair…”

As you said those words, Gyutaro felt a shiver run down a spine, and he made a strange sound close to a whimper. Now he was looking at you with a weird expression, between a pleading look and as if he was in pain. Then he suddenly grabbed your hair, making you gasp in fear.

You did not dare to move or blink, just held your breath. Then he leaned closer, and to your surprise, he started sniffing your hair and nuzzling his nose against it. As he sniffed you, he whined. "I am your sweetheart?" He asked reassurance as if he was a small kid.

His sudden change of demeanor left you confused and a little unsettled, but for some kind of reason, it also made you feel some sort of twisted sympathy for this demon. Slowly, you moved your hand and caressed his arm. “Yes… my precious sweetheart” you reassured him, which caused another whimper to come out of his lips.

He couldn't hold himself any longer as he felt an immense need to feel you close, to touch you. His free hand traveled to your lower back and in a rough push he pulled you into his lap. You let go a surprised gasp and your hands fell against his chest. Now he had his arms wrapped around you, and he was nuzzling his face on your neck like a cat.

You felt like a caged rabbit, in the arms of a hungry wolf, and you could only think about how close to your neck now those sharp teeth were. Even so, it was like if a connection was being to slowly build between the two of you. It was like if a protective feeling was gradually building in your heart towards this thing that was clinging to you as if you were his last air of breath.

He was now holding you in a crushing embrace that almost left you without space for your laughs to breath, so you tried to move a little to regain some space. As you did, you moved your hips trying to wiggle free from his embrace, and gasped when to your horror you felt against your clothed core his hard clothed erection.

Your slow, innocent roll of your hips caused him to growl and whimper against your ear, his breath starting to get labored. “What are you doing…? ah… do it again…” Gyutaro panted as he crushed you closer to him and pushed your hips with his hand so you will repeat the delicious friction.

His lips started to trail wet and open-mouthed kisses along your neck, leaving a trail of saliva on his wake, making you tremble under his touch. You could feel how hard and big he was under the thin texture of his pants, as he continued to ground against your now wet clothed core and swollen nerve button.

“Wait… it wasn’t…” You tried to say weakly as you shifted against him, trying to resist his sensual advances, feeling overwhelmed and conflicted by the pleasure and your emotions. Gyutaro, noticing that, with a swift motion he had you pinned into the floor under him, now moving faster against you and sucking into your neck dark red and purple marks.

“You are not going anywhere” He panted against your ear as he held you trapped under him. His movements now erratic against you, seeking his own pleasure while he whimpered and grunted against your ear.

The stimulation was maddening and now that you were trapped under him, you were just forced into having to feel it. Every time he moved his hard clothed shaft against your clothed clit, you felt an electrifying feeling of pleasure. It was like as if your fear and his body looming over you made you feel even more aroused.

You held tightly against him, your nails digging into his back, while you tried to muffle any sound that came from your lips, pressing your face against his shoulder. But it was of no use, because your body was starting to tremble more due to the constant stimulation, and you also started to buck your hips against his, seeking this maddening friction.

“Shit!, fuck… need more! Don't… don't fucking stop” Gyutaro growled against your ear as his hand moved behind you and grabbed you by your rear, lifting your lower half so it was pressing more insistently against him. He was so fucking close that he didn't care if he was about to cum all over his pants.

As he pressed into you, you finally felt that exquisite sensation in your lower abdomen, and a muffled moan escaped your lips against his shoulder. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him close, as your orgasm hit you hard, just by the stimulation of his clothed erection.

The realization that he made you just go over the edge like that made him feel a sense of power and a fierce possessiveness that helped him also reach his high. “FUCK, I’m gonna.. AH..SHIT!” He tried to say as he reached his peak. With a few more erratic movements, he suddenly stilled and let go several hot spurs of heavy cum that stained his pants and even trespassed into your kimono.

After the intense moment you two had shared, he stayed on top of you, panting and lazily moving his hips against yours, his spend cock twitching softly inside his pants after all the stimulation. He couldn’t believe that had happened and that you let him do that without screaming or resisting against him. He felt like a dark sense of triumph thinking that you succumbed to his advances.

Slowly, he lifted his head from your neck and looked down at you, taking in your rosy cheeks, your parted lips and how your chest rose and feel with each ragged breath. To him, you were the most beautiful thing in this world, and after this he bowed that he would never let you go.

Mine forever and always.

As you laid there, you column’t believe you had just let him make you feel such a thing. You felt ashamed and in some way disgusted with yourself. But at the same time, you felt vulnerable and exposed, because deep down you knew you had liked it and that you liked him.

Gyutaro smirked as he saw your internal struggle play across your gaze, knowing that he had you just where he wanted you, under his grasp. Then he slowly leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “My sweet Y/N…” He whispered against your skin.

And with that you closed your eyes, letting yourself feel his touch, with the knowledge that you would never be able to leave his side.

#i loved this so muchhhh #clingy/desperate gyutaro 🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦 oh lord #i need this man carnally #gyutaro x reader

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haidynsrecs · 5 months ago

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Jaws

feat. Gyutaro

When he got those jaws that making you so afraid, suddenly feel like the safest place on earth. Gyutaro grew so obsessed with you, trying to act against his destructive nature. He hated and loved it at the same time.

Hello guys, I just felt like I wanted to write something about my favorite demon man. It’s angsty and a little toxic perhaps. Like girl, he is obsessing over you. But sometimes this is what we want right? No matter how toxic it is he is my baby demon 🥺🤌🏻 but this is fiction and this is fine, when you struggle with these things in real life I hope you get all the help you deserve ✨💕

Wordcount: 5k

Warnings: obsessiv behavior, kinda toxic and twisted dynamics, mentions of ab*se and r*pe (other people toward you not Gyutaro), stalking, over all angst

You were a cute little thing, delicate even. A sweet girl, always modest, and you always tried not to draw any kind of attention. You worked in the entertainment district. Indeed, working in the house where this dark haired Oiren was feared by every girl. The beautiful woman with these sharp eyes that didn't stop to lecture you with the backside of her hand when you forgot to clean a spot.

You didn't work as a whore, you didn't sell your body. But you were there to clean, to made sure the girls there had everything they needed. Fresh clothing, make up and over all a clean place.

You made sure everything was in place, as you always did.

Yourself trying to hide behind a curtain of your hair, to not make any men who visited the establishment to not look at you.

When they wanted you, they would get you. These were the rules in this house. When they paid, they would get what they desire.

And who would want a shy, little mouse trying to hide behind dust and handmaid works?

Usually you simply were overlooked, and this had been fine with you.

Although in the meantime, you always felt like someone watched you. That some intense eyes would bore in the back of your head, just waiting you would look around.

That someone was trying to catch a glimpse of you. But even when you turned your head, you never saw anything.

Just a feeling, you tried to brush off as annoying paranoia, since some girls got missing.

Little did you know that a pair of bloodshot, yellow eyes followed your every move.

At least when he could, every time Gyutaro was able to separate from his sister Daki. Since the one time she spoke to you, lectured you, made you cry. He grew curious.

The demon grew a little obsessed. Who were you?

A girl trying to hold in her tears when Daki punished you with a sharp slap across your cheek.

You tried to be so strong, but after all you were just a little, pathetic human, weren't you not? It was not the first time he saw someone like you.

Sweet, but everyone overlooked you.

Caring and everyone took it for granted

Modest never meant to shine.

And the weird thing, instead of being disappointed no one saw you, you seemed to be quite fine with it.

Liked being for yourself, being alone. Maybe because you gave up on the fact that there could be people that actually liked you. That were honest enough to not hide their cruel intentions.

Life kicked you with feet, and you seemed to just hold it in.

He liked it, observed it wanting to consume, the very reason why you were acting like it.

Trying to find happiness although everything around you crumbled.

And every time he was outside Dakis body, he went looking for you. Actually following you around. Watching how you did your duties.

Even right now, from across the window, he sat on another roof, his eyes scanning your form over and over again.

He grew familiar with the feeling to see the enticing sway of your hips in that simple kimono you wore. The way you brushed back a strand of your hair from your forehead when you changed the sheets of a bed.

He crouched on the edge of the roof, his nail of his thumb put between his sharp teeth. Was he nervous? Nah, trying to hold himself back.

"So pure, it's disgusting." he mumbled to himself, watching the dim light on your face, made you glow. Made his heart jump. Did he ever have a heart? Not that he knew about it.

Gyutaro was obsessed, with that little mouse he wanted to catch so bad in his trap.

Torn between the feeling that he wanted to touch you, without ripping your skin off. And yet degrading you in his thoughts.

Himself confused, so confused he not even told Daki about it.

Then you bend over, grabbing the dirty sheets from the ground to put in a basket. And even when this didn't reveal your body, he felt how he bowed forward, as if he could pass the chance to see everything in detail. You had such a lovely figure, he adored it, he hated it. Everything that he couldn't describe.

Maybe this was the day of days? Maybe he should simply jump down, crawl into this window and ogle you, before he would try to figure out what he should do to you.

Not that he ever would know what he wanted to do. His desire perverse and yet for some reason Gyutaro didn't want you to be afraid. Not so fast, at least. Because he tends to kill someone before he spoke with them.

And he didn't want to ruin this pretty smooth skin, he yearned to touch.

Then he could watch how you went to take the dirty laundry, and after this how your steps took you to your own small chamber. How you opened the window wide to let in some fresh air.

The demon loved to watch when you opened your hair, when you started brushing it.

"Disgusting, so disgusting." he spoke to himself, like a reminder, even when everything he saw was anything but that.

"Always being so pretty, so anxious to be seen. But I see you, I see you little mouse." he whispered under his breath. Grotesque body jumping finally down, stepping to the window.

Your chamber was on the floor. He decided to stand right beside the wide opened window frame.

And there was this feeling again, as if you were being watched. It unsettled you so deeply, every time. And yet you never could understand where it was coming from.

It was nearly cute how your brow pulled together, how you looked so lost around. With fear, you would find something and yet with the hope you finally could discover what made you feel like this.

You went over to the window, Gyutaro not even moving, he stood in the shadow of the wall, as if humans ever would take a closer look? That never happened, so he just smiled wide with the knowledge of how much he unsettled you. The demon was twisted, he wanted to make you uncomfortable but also not...he couldn't put this in place.

You walked over, looking outside for a moment, the cool air making your cheeks flush a little. When you didn't see anything, you went to the mirror again, taking the brush before you settled into the seat. Brushing your hair with so much care.

You started humming, maybe to calm yourself. He adored this part so much, listen to the gentle hum of your voice. He always imagined you would hum it for him. And this was the moment he stopped thinking about making you scared. This was the weird part of him, that remembered how it was being human. Not that it came back, but Gyutaro felt like he would have forgotten something, and this humming brought back feelings he couldn't explain.

His sharp teeth that had been grinning now closed, indeed his eyes looked to the ground as he leaned his tall body against the wall. Just listening to your voice.

You hummed so beautifully, one of the fewer things he wanted to appreciate, even when his demonic nature didn't let him.

After some short while, he decided to stalk a little from the window.

Looking inside, his fingers laid on the frame. You braided your hair so neatly now, had dressed yourself in some shorter sleeping robe, exposing your legs and thighs.

Creamy skin, so innocent, so alluring. It was weird he didn't want to draw blood, he wanted to touch you, feeling this smoothness under his own fingertips.

You were such an eyesore, when only people would take a closer look.

But he, he took a close look, every time he could. Even when the normal customers overlooked you, as you wanted...not Gyutaro. He draws even closer, risking that you might see him.

Would you scream? Maybe, maybe, he would be able to listen to that cute yell your throat would let out.

And you could feel your body trembling, so uncomfortable when you thought about the fact. After you were done braiding your hair, you still hummed a song from your childhood. But when you turned around and stood up, what you saw made your blood run cold.

Some sharp nails that draw away from the window. You ran over to the window again, so hasty. Gyutaro could just make it to the rooftop across. Somehow he wanted you to see him.

But this what you saw, a shadow on the roof, and the two yellow eyes staring back at you, right into your very soul. The soul he wanted to possess so fucking badly.

Your breath stopped, so your feeling was not just paranoia, it was real. Every time you felt it, it was this shadow watching you.

Yellow, droopy and haunting eyes staring right at you.

You felt as if you could die on the spot, hoping it was just a bad dream. Not even able to close the window as you watched how this shadowy figure sat on top of the roof from across.

Wavy hair waving in the wind as he crouched there. "Finally you know I am there. Curious little thing and so stupid." again he spoke to himself, as he watched how shocked your cute face looked up into the sky. He cocked his head to the side.

"How fast I could kill her when she is standing there and looking with that sweet scowl in her face. Foolish baby." he muttered and chuckled to himself. And just then you closed the window....

The next day wasn't any better for you, you had this sick gut feeling something would happen.

Your thoughts always by this shadowy, grotesque figure you had seen.

But well, this was just the start.

As the good girl you were, you still did your duties, but always looking around with that irritated expression on your face.

But in the late night...there he came. Not out of the shadow, but he came to startle you.

Just the moment you put away a broom in a closet, this gut feeling came back. You were like frozen in place, not even dared to turn around.

"Look at that...stupid, stupid, little girl finally noticed me." you heard his creaky voice, you gasped in fear. Just then, you slowly wanted to turn your head.

"Nah, don't turn around, pretty angel. Not when I don't tell you to." he spoke, before he draws closer. Feeling his lean and tall frame looming over your smaller one. You stood right in his shadow that covered you.

You could smell a faint smell of blood. And it made you shiver, nearly some small tears collected in your pretty orbs. He would have love to see it, even when he would hate it. But he decided just to talk, not to touch.

And as on command you didn't turn around. Felt how he stood right behind you.

"Who are you?" the question just came out of your mouth so fast, he could listen to the fear in your voice.

"Perhaps a shadow observing you." he answered, watched how your delicate shoulders rose and fell with every breath.

"You always hide behind that shiny hair, behind this handmaiden duties. Hope no one sees you. But I do." it was like a little confession, it didn't sound so unkind how he wanted it.

You probably felt so soft, he was so twisted to want to see your suffering and yet to have this sweet smile on your lips.

"I don't want to draw attention." you replied, looking right to the shadow that was on the wall. You weren't sure if he was a monster, or if he was just a tall man.

"Oh, I know, but you can't escape from my eyes, sweet thing. You make me crazy, do you know that?" he said, stepping closer so you could feel his body heat, it was making you shift.

"The damn way you do everything so neatly, being so modest. And so fucking...good. Makes me want to destroy it..." Gyutaro meant, and at the end you could listen to the refrainment. His clawed hand reached out, wanting to touch that flawless skin.

Destroying and killing was in his nature. And yet he tried to not do it.

"And yet I won't." he added, and this was the moment he couldn't hold it back. His finger brushed away a strand of your hair. Caressing your cheek, oh you started crying he felt the wet streaks of your salty tears run down your cheek.

"And what is it what you want, when you don't want to kill me? Is it worse?" question over question.

"Oh, I love a good kill, the way that humans are just a bag of blood. How the life fades from their eyes. But I want to see more than just life fading from yours." Gyutaro made his point clearer now, himself surprised, he caught a drop of your tears, wiping it away. Surprisingly gentle.

"You watch me since months, I felt it. And now you speak in riddles. Tell me what you want?" you were so afraid and yet so curious.

"What I want, foolish girl? When I do what I want, you already would be pressed against the wall and my teeth would sink in your flesh, these are my instincts..." he said to you with a low growl and his eyes glowing in the dimly lit light. But what he truly wanted...he wanted your adoration.

"Tell me, little human. Why is that....that I want to hear you hum for me? That I don't want to rip out your throat? That it is to die for when you would look at me?" he asked, then cocking his head to the side. This was the moment when you again tried to turn your head, but he grabbed it with a splayed out hand.

"I said do not turn around." he repeated firm, not ready that you saw him quite yet. He was aware of his ugliness.

And even as a demon, he felt insecure about it, toward you. "Sorry." you whispered and trembled, felt how his fingers stroked through your locks. So silky and smooth, his eyes wandering over your hair. "Maybe this what you really want is...not just a brutal kill? I-I can hum for you." you spoke, and he could listen to the fear in your voice. What you did now, was to survive, at least for you. Although, this demon would never kill you. He felt these urges, but somehow he was strong enough to not do it. You just offered it because you were afraid.

"Hum for me? Hm? Cute, but pathetic. Let me tell you something..." he answered and he leaned in. His breath ghosting over your ear.

"I crave you, I want to devour you, but I don't want to kill you. Get under your skin, without ripping it off. I want something I don't even know that it exist for something like me. It runs so deep in my being, makes me less murderous for you." he said to you, it was a cruel confession laced with words that were too sweet for him. And then...then he finally left.

This went on for weeks, every now, and then he caught you off guard, sometimes leaving gifts for you. And what gifts were these? Well, surprisingly thoughtful, for a demon like him.

A rose, the petals white with some blood sprinkles on it from his latest victim. But the special thing about it? He removed every thorn of this rose so it wouldn't hurt you, so your delicate skin couldn't draw any blood. The thing was, what should you do about it? No one would believe you when you say a demon wanted your attention, but you didn't know what he looked like?

Although, it was not only uncomfortable. When he wanted to talk with you, always so you were facing away from him. Still not ready that you saw him, that you could take in his ugly visage.

He was convinced you would think he was unappealing. Besides this, sometimes you still trembled when he was close.

And right now he was in your room, like a predator stalking his prey. Every resource of light he blew out. So the only thing you saw were his eyes.

When you two talked, well as twisted as he was...you could gather left emotions on him. The way he, wanted to be seen, wanted to be cherished, although this was not something that a demon should want right?

Underneath that brutal exterior you could see a sad person, a lot of hate but also a lot of injustice.

Maybe he was never a saint as human, and far away from this as demon, but he...he never hurt you. Yes he looked and yearned but he never hurt you. So there was something, where this was coming from, right?

"I never see you, but you always see me." you stated then, sitting on your bed, on the edge as you felt how he knelt before it, his head laid in your lap. Oh, how he loved this warmth of your thighs, the soft skin his fingers dug in. He took a hand of you, wanted a soothing touch of you against his head and hair. This is what he had seen by other human couples. He wanted it.

"There is no point in seeing me." he answered you, your fingers went through his hair.

It was like you would caress a wild predator and hoped it wouldn't bite off your hand. But behind all of that, a monster that was made to it. That barely could remember any humanity left. And yet he found it when he was with you to a certain degree.

"Well, there is one. You are the only one that sees me, really me. Maybe I just want to know who is looking at me. It would be a fair point, wouldn't it?" you asked him, still careful, but you managed to figure out how to talk with him.

"You don't even need to discuss this with me. Just keep doing your thing here, before I leave." he spoke to you, pushing his head more into your head. He seemed more depressed than usual. Less bloodthirsty.

"I-what is it what makes your heart heavy?" you then asked, brave enough to finally do, your fingers messaging his scalp as you felt how his large hands splayed out on the sides of your thighs. Before his grip went tighter. He was so conflicted.

"Gyutaro?" you spoke his name, it nearly hurt him. He liked you, really did, and he hated everything about it. He felt as he would get lost in something he couldn't control nor could he destroy.

"While you are being so soft, so pretty, have this sweet smile.... I have these jaws, crushing anyone who comes my way." he said before he let out an irritated chuckle because of his twisted nature. Nails dug in our skin, but not hard enough to draw blood.

"You did not crush me." you replied faster than you wanted, even for you, it was weird.

You never wanted to be seen, and yet he saw you, and it felt...good, actually. Maybe not healthy because of his obsession. But someone who saw you and was honest from the start with you.

"Come on...show me, show me your pretty white jaws." you whispered, your voice innocent, yearning for a reveal so lovingly. Did he deserve to get treated so tender? Probably not. And then you felt him shift from your lap. Hands still on your thighs, he was still so large even when he knelt, and you sat on the bed, on eyesight with you. You could feel the breath from him on your skin.

"Jaws bite, they tear apart. I don't want to tear you apart." he said to you, simply being honest with himself now. He did not want to see you hurt. Not from him. Although his nature forbid that. He simply forgot he was more than just a demon. More than an upper moon rank. Underneath of all that blood, there was a soul. Just a glimpse of it. And he was reminded so painfully of it. He deserved to go to hell, although he did not regret for killing people. Taking innocent lives. But he regrets being a gruesome monster that could tear the one girl apart he wanted so bad.

You then took a deep breath, it was new for you, these things. Your small hands found the way to the shape of his face. Delicate fingers stroking over his skin. Nearly making him turn away. Still everything was dark, the only thing you always clearly saw were his eyes.

"Jaws...are sharp. But they don't have to bite when they don't want." your voice ringed in his ear. Made him stop for a moment to consider to leave.

You pulled his face just a little closer. "You are indeed stupid, aren't you? I am a demon, girl. I take what I want, not caring for feelings." he said to you, but he did not pull away. As if he wanted to make you to stop, for your sake.

"When you wouldn't care, would you not already just let me see you, before you take what you want? You care...in your way. I don't say it's good, but underneath all of that...there isn't just blood and gore." your words sounded so nice, made his breath just hitch a little.

"The line between delicate and harsh aren't always that big, even when you got these jaws." you added then and leaned in. Your soft lips brushing against his.

"Show me then where the delicate starts and the harsh stops." he whispered, yearning for this moment so long now.

Before you kissed him in the dark. And it took him a good moment to realize. This time it was the demon who jumped nearly out of his skin. Not used to a gentle behavior towards him. Just a second, he allowed himself to feel this. Your soft lips against his, kissing him, although you were shaking. Out of fear, out of feeling? Probably both, it was creepy, but it was unique.

After this moment...it was like he was consumed. As he always wanted to consume you. Lips getting harsher, sloppier. Hands of him grabbing your waist. Before he pinned you in speed down the bed, hovering over you.

You heard a growl before he captured your lips again. Hungry and starving, for love no one ever showed him until now.

"Gyutaro." you let out, although you felt his hand on your throat then, creeping up, squeezing gently. It was not like he wanted to go far, not even knowing what he did. Not aware how consumed he was. Differently than before.

The other large hand of him grabbed your wrist, pinned it down on the bed. So helpless, so soft. All his, finally his. All he did was going after instinct now. "So pretty... just feeling you." he murmured, squeezing your throat tighter, earning a helpless gasp from you.

Your free hand that wasn't pinned grabbed his wrist, is iron grip around your neck, was too tight. "Gyu-" you tried to say. And this was just the moment when he noticed what happened, he choked you so much he stopped your breathing. So all consumed and taking, he didn't realize.

And this was a moment...a moment he shattered by the fact he hurt you. He always resists doing this, but now? This kiss, you granted him...and he destroyed it. For him, a testament that a monster like him couldn't change. Even things he didn't want to destroy would have been slipping through his hands.

With quick movements, he let you go out of his grasp. And before you could say anything, he was gone...

He was always the one who lost, lost his life, lost his feeling, lost his control and now losing the one thing he wanted to keep so badly. Just because he couldn't comprehend. After this moment...you didn't see him for a long time.

Gyutaro decided it was best, before he even would kill you. It was sad, more than that, actually.

Making him angry. Twisted and cursed was his being...

So pure made him want to tear you apart, and the other made him want to caress your soft skin. Drying salty tears from your cheeks.

Weeks went over, many weeks you missed him in some way. Aware that this what happened didn't happened because he wanted to choke you, more because he just didn't know how to handle it. You saw a person under this, and you were sad because if this person under the demon. The man he had been. Although he was gruff, actually more than that, ready to draw blood, but he was still a person.

Right now, you were outside, walking down an alley for some errands. Although it was quite late for that. And of course something happened, a group of men, starting to follow you. No matter how much you had tried to hide yourself, they were men. They didn't care how you look or who you were, they wanted to do something bad.

And when you were around the next corner...you cried for help.

"Please..." laying on the ground, being pushed against the wall with your back. Already a fist had landed in your pretty face.

"Yeah, go on, girl. Beg us, hm?" one of them said to you while the other one hold your legs down. Your heart pounding, feeling actually lost and this time the fear you felt...it was shattering, when you met Gyutaro a real monster, you were afraid too, but just because it was a normal reaction to the unknown. This time? This was anxiety on a level, you would rather die then to endure this. Your limbs tried to break free, as one of the men opened your kimono, baring your torso to their amusement. Torment you, when they degraded you. Salty tears streamed down your face.

"Such a pretty face, with even more pretty assesses." one of them said to you, and you heard how he opened his pants. Crying and trying to break free.

It was heartbreaking to listen to the way you were hold down.

But before anything further could happen, you heard a slash and then felt a warm fluid rain on you.

A tall figure throwing the men on your right away with ease, against the next wall, this man died on the spot with a broken skull.

Before the last man could run away, a scythe ended his life, with an easy slice through his torso, splitting him apart. You sat there against the wall, clothes torn apart. And your big eyes watched the scene with horror. What you saw was Gyutaro, finally seeing him, fully him in the lights of a streetlamp. Seeing his bony structure, the black blotches on his face and body.

He had withdrawn from you that one time. Afraid he could hurt you...you weren't even able to say anything. Still so in shock after the events.

He couldn't let this happened, when he heard your cries for help, your voice. The way your tears streamed down your face. No matter how twisted he was...for you now he would kill, and he didn't kill for humans. Just for you.

He came closer, he saw your torn open kimono, decided to grab the fabric and tug it gently back into place. The blood sprinkled on your face...and this was the moment where it broke you.

You started crying and sobbing. Too much going on. Arms of you threw around him as you hid your face in his chest. "No one draws breath again, when they touch you. Not as long as I exist." he then said, insecure a hand of him laid against the back of your head.

"I am sorry."he added, probably more because of this what he had done, when he had choked you that one time, obsessing over you. Even when he couldn't help it. But for you, in your eyes, this demon was still more human than actual people were. He saw you, when others don't.

He drew away because he didn't want anything bad to happen to you, turned against his twisted nature for once. And yet he came back to kill for you. You just shook your head, pressed your face more against him. You saw him now, and no matter how grotesque and ugly he thought he looked, for you, it was now the face that saved your life. That saved you from being an empty shell, after these men would have committed a crime to you. Who ever knows if you hadn't ended up dead.

This was the start, of a relationship, rather you, nor he really would understand. But alone, the way you clung to him now. Made him forget about the insecurity that you saw him.

"Don't be sorry. Not for that." you said your voice breaking a little, you wanted to say more, but you couldn't for now, needed to take in what had happened first.

He then gently picked you, like the fragile little thing you were. Probably you were the safest girl in the world now. No one could harm you, when Gyutaro was the one loving you, no matter how twisted and obsessed it was. You were his priority.

#oh my 🥺🥺#fics where usually bloodthirsty/mean demon gyutaro falls in love w reader are my absolute faves #i loved this so much #''no one draws breath again when they touch you - not as long as I exist''#THIS LINE !!!!#ahhh i love him sm #thank you op for this masterpiece #gyutaro shabana rec

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haidynsrecs · 8 months ago

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𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ⛧ 𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑾𝑶𝑳𝑭!𝑮𝒀𝑼𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑶

Illustration by me for week two of kinktober Look out for chapter one to come out tomorrow, Oct. 7th! ⇢ Kinktober Masterlist

#gyutaro shabana

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haidynsrecs · 8 months ago

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𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓!𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 ⛧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary Strange occurrences start happening in your new home, and you can't shake the feeling that someone's been watching you. After decades of being alone he finally has a new plaything, and he just can't help himself. Scream and try to run as much as you want, but he'll always be around. And he doesn't care who watches him have his way with you. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, noncon, fingering, exhibitionism, voyeurism. ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.3k words. My first entry for kinktober this year!

༺ Art ༻ ⇢ Kinktober Masterlist

The house was far from perfect.

Run down, old, and in a rural area. It was the only home in the neighborhood that looked so unkempt - like it's been decades since anyone had lived there.

But that was the least of your worries. After moving in you started experiencing strange things. You'd feel like someone was watching you at all times throughout the day - able to feel their gaze trailing over every curve of your body. But there was never anyone there.

Sometimes even waking up in the middle of the night because you'd feel an ice-cold hand on your skin. But again, there was no one.

You were starting to think you were going insane. These were all just feelings after all, your mind could have easily fabricated them. There was no physical evidence until the day your panties started going missing.

You looked everywhere but could never find them. Every time you'd go to do laundry you'd find them missing from the laundry basket.

That's when the paranoia started to kick in. Always looking over your shoulder, checking the windows, keeping all of the lights on. But nothing you did brought you comfort.

There's no way you can afford a new house now, so all you can do is try to get used to it.

But things change forever when you pull up that floorboard in one of the bedrooms. You saw a colorful piece of paper sticking out from under it, so you pulled it up.

"Are these... hentai magazines?" you whisper to yourself, pulling the graphic magazines out from the dusty floorboard.

There's an entire collection of vintage hentai and porn magazines. Honestly, they'd probably be worth a lot of money but you don't know where they've been or who they belonged to so you opt to get rid of them.

"Gross," you scoff, throwing them into a trash bag.

Immediately the energy in the room shifts and your gut is telling you that you've made a grave mistake.

The room goes cold, the hairs on your skin stand on end, and you feel too paralyzed to get off the floor as the lights flicker around you.

"... don't... don't touch my shit," a horrid voice rasps from right behind your neck, "You little bitch..."

Your eyes widen as you feel ice-cold hands cup your breasts and pull you against someone sitting behind you.

Did someone break into your home? Is this the person you felt watching you ever since you moved here? Your thoughts are spiraling, all you can do is panic internally while this stranger gropes you. Feeling too terrified to speak or move.

"You're annoying... but at least you're hot," the rough voice whispers into your ear as the hands that belong to that voice start kneading your breasts.

And that's when you finally see it in the corner of your eye, the reflection in the television. The slim man that sits behind you.

It's hard to make out the details but he has long flowy black hair, pale skin, and blue eyes so vibrant that they appear to glow. He looks young too, can't be older than a college student.

It feels like hours have passed but in reality, it hasn't even been a whole minute, but you finally break through the paralyzing spell that he seemed to have on you and you begin to scream at the top of your lungs.

"HELP!! HELP ME!!" You wail, tears in your eyes.

He rolls his eyes, "C'mon, you gotta be like that?" Despite his complaint, he seems unbothered, continuing his perverted ministrations.

Luckily your elderly neighbor was outside when she heard you scream. Quickly rushing over and breaking the lock on your door by giving it a few good whacks with her cane, she hurries inside as quickly as her bad knees will allow her.

"Y/N?" she shouts as she follows the sound of your screaming, opening the bedroom door to see your disheveled form sitting on the floor.

"Mrs. Hisa!! Please help me!" you plea, "I don't know this man!! H-He just came in and-"

"What man?"

"Wh-what...?" the air leaves your lungs as you realize what's going on.

Looking closer at the reflection on the TV screen, it dawns on you that his eyes didn't just appear to be glowing, they actually are. And his hair didn't just look flowy, its floating in an unnatural way around his face.

"You can see me... can't you?" he smirks.

You gulp and slowly nod before realizing your neighbor probably thinks you're insane.

"I-I'm sorry Mrs. Hisa," you choke out the words, "I um, I was having a bad dream."

"Are you sure you're alright?" she asks, her voice laced with worry and concern.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm sorry to have bothered you." You try to play it off like everything's ok, but she can tell by the deathly look on your face that you're not.

"Are you sure, dear?"

"I'm sure! I promise. I-it was just a silly nightmare."

"Ok, if you insist," she smiles, "I'm just a call away if you need anything."

As Mrs. Hisa turns to leave, the ghost boy slides his fingers up your skirt with a sick grin on his face.

"WAIT!" you yelp desperately, "Don't leave! Um, I wanted to ask you something!" Full of fear at what he might do to you if left alone, you try to get her to stay.

"You think I won't make you cum in front of this old woman...?" he whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine as he slips his fingers into your panties.

His icy fingers begin playing with you, gliding along your slit and experimentally rubbing circles into your clit.

You want to move away, you want to cuss him out, scream, cry, do anything to make him stop. But you know you can't.

It's obvious now that Mrs. Hisa can't see him, so you try your best not to react to his touch.

Something hard prods at the small of your back as the ghost boy presses his pelvis against you, leaning over until his face is right beside yours so he can see as you struggle to hide the pleasure he's giving you. This is obviously just a fun, twisted game to him.

"Yes?" Mrs. Hisa says.

"Um... wh-who lived in this house before me?"

"Shut it!" the boy growls, forcefully shoving his frigid finger inside of you.

You bite your tongue as you try to hold back a yelp, blood filling your mouth. Clenching your legs in an attempt to keep him out, but it's no use against his semi-physical body.

Mrs. Hisa's attitude immediately changes as if she's uncomfortable with your question, "Well, there was a nice family that lived here a long time ago." She looks away, saddened.

"D-Did they have a son?"

"I SAID SHUT UP!" He shouts - his fingers curling and fucking you at a rough pace. At this point the wetness between your legs has grown against your will, allowing him to force three of his fingers inside of you.

The lights in the room flicker, and the television screen shatters.

It's more than enough to send Mrs. Hisa running out of there, refusing to answer any more questions.

As everything is happening all at once you can't stop your body from submitting to him. Something about the contrast between the iciness of his fingers and the hotness between your legs only adds to the pleasure. And you're left climaxing all over his spectral fingers. Huffing and gasping for air, your thighs trembling, and your skirt completely drenched.

He's still pissed, but he can't help but smirk as he watches you unravel before him.

"Nosy bitch," he hisses, "That's what you get..."

Finally, he releases you from his grasp, causing you to fall forward. Collapsed on the cold hardwood floor.

Once you've caught your breath you turn around to get a good look at him. But he's already gone.

However, the dread that manifests within you tells you that this won't be the last time you see him.

#this is god sent 😌↕️😌↕️#gyutaro shabana rec

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haidynsrecs · 8 months ago

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𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ⛧ 𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻!𝑮𝒀𝑼𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑶

Illustration by me for week one of kinktober Look out for the first chapter to come out tomorrow, Oct. 1st! ⇢ Kinktober Masterlist

#hes so pretty #i cried he cried we both crode #gyutaro shabana

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haidynsrecs · 11 months ago

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cw mentions of blood, gyutaro is a demon so he smells bad !!! , disgusting smells <3

he licks a long stripe up your neck to your cheek, his entire body shivering as he tastes you. you taste so sweet, savory— like a slab of meat.

"so.. pretty.." his voice shakes as he fucks into you, your beautiful sakura decorated kimono ripped to shreds by this fucking— demon.

he smells like blood— it's disgusting, putrid, horrid even, and yet you find yourself cumming all over him.

"g-gyuuu.. please, please.. don't stop.—" you gasp out, watching as his body bends in the most weirdest way— his bones cracking as he continues to fuck his swollen cock into you. after all the nights of him fucking into his palm as he watches you bathe— he finally has you cumming on him.

"can– can i cum inside?.. please, please. oh fuck— please. please. lemme, let me, lemme cum inside you— nngh." he babbles before sinking his teeth into your shoulder until your blood trinkles out, causing you to yell in pain— he uses his saliva to heal the wound as he stills his hips inside of you.

so much cum spills out, soiling your sheets, whatever is left of your kimono as well. you both stay there, your tummy almost bloated from how much he came.

"gyutaro.. will you come back?" you whisper, almost as if you spoke too loud, you'd wake up from a dream.

"y-yes." he mumbles, "always, always, always for you. so pretty. my girl.. so pretty.. so perfect– l-loving something like mee.. ahh... it's so so— good."

he nuzzles his head into you as if he were an animal, the scent of him still remaining but you don't really care anymore— your chest covered with his drool. you place your hand on the back of his head, in a silent attempt to soothe him.

"mhm. you're so pretty too, gyu."

#i need him carnally sorry #gyutaro shabana rec

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haidynsrecs · 11 months ago

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𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗮?

「𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓, 𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓」

𝖢𝖢'𝗌 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾: I hate myself for this

Blind!Genya who cries in pain as he falls to his knees, covering his eyes. He could feel the warmth of his own blood bleed out of both his eyes and leak through the cracks between his fingers.

Blind!Genya who couldn’t help but cry actual blood as his eyes stung without a care in the world about himself. His older brother, the person he looked up to, his only living family member alive, blinded him.

Blind!Genya who spends several days with bandaids around his eyes like a blindfold.

Blind!Genya who is devastated to learn he can’t see even after the bandages are removed.

Blind!Genya who can’t navigate his surroundings as well as Himejima.

Blind!Genya who is basically forced to quit the corps.

Blind!Genya who struggles with even the simplest tasks as drinking water and can barely locate where his own mouth is.

Blind!Genya who shuts himself out in disgust of his own self for being so dependent.

Blind!Genya who feels an unfamiliar feeling rise up in him every time Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuke come to visit and the topic of his brother is brought up. A feeling he only feels around demons.

Regretful!Sanemi who didn’t go on missions for several weeks and almost got fired himself.

Regretful!Sanemi who didn’t get that small feeling of happiness knowing his younger brother was safe from demons.

Regretful!Sanemi waking up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat as he looked at his hand. He could still see Genya’s blood dripping from his fingers.

Regretful!Sanemi who realised he was more like his father.

Regretful!Sanemi who tags along with Tanjiro and the others but stays outside, listening to the conversation Genya was having.

Regretful!Sanemi who’s world shattered when he heard Genya say that he didn’t have an older brother anymore.

Genya dropped to his knees, wails echoing through the walls of the hallway. Fresh blood dripped on the floor as he covered his eyes with one of his hands, feeling his own blood stain his skin.

The pain was so bad. Blood demon art felt so much better than being blinded by his own older brother who he loved so dearly.

“‘Nemi..!” He sobbed as he started to cry blood. There weren’t any tears, but he could tell that they were mixed with the blood. His eyes stung so much more.

Sanemi, on the other hand, was frozen completely. His index and middle finger on his right hand was dropped at his side, Genya’s fresh blood rolling down them.

Words were caught in his throat. Not knowing what else to do, Sanemi stayed silent before turning around on the balls of his heels and walking away silently, leaving behind Genya.

Genya was still sobbing — partially from the pain, but mainly at the fact that the only person he had left in the world hurt him.

Sanemi had always been telling people that he didn’t have a younger brother, and never stopped harassing him to quit the corps.

As time went on and as Genya’s wounds healed but his vision didn’t, he came to terms with Sanemi’s words.

A month after he quit the corps, Genya started saying his older brother died protecting him from their demon mother because to him, that was the day he truly did lose his brother.

Too bad he had to lose his own vision to finally figure it out.

#you are Not invited to my shinazugawa brothers themed party 😠😠😠#shinazugawa rec

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haidynsrecs · 11 months ago

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★ TAKING CARE OF YOU

CONTENT: Fluff, Crack, Domestic Life, Timeline was two years after the final battle, Sexual Themes, Sanemi’s vulgar mouth (lmao)

PAIRINGS: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader

Sanemi hummed deeply as his calloused fingers tossed the pale yellow rice in the hot skillet.

You nuzzled your worn body against his back and inhaling the comforting scents of ginger and soy that rose from the pan. Wrapping your lone arm tightly around his waist, you pressed a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades and let out a contented sigh.

“You alright, love?”

Sanemi questioned upon hearing your weary exhale..

“A little bit tired...” Sluggishly, you tried squeezing him closer to convey your meaning, but your grip had slackened.

Concern rippled through Sanemi’s frame at your words. “Rest then,” he replied gruffly.

“But I wanna help,” you protested weakly, lifting your head with effort. Shifting to peer over his shoulder, you pulled your best pouting expression, though your exhaustion likely dulled the effect.

Sanemi huffed a sigh and rolled his eyes at your attempt.

“I’ve got this covered. You need to recover your strength,” he insisted, free hand rising to card through your disheveled hair in a rare gentle gesture, he frowned slightly as he saw that your usual radiance was muted, lovely eyes dull with exhaustion.

His eyes swept to your leaning form with a inspecting gaze that lingered on the space where your other arm had been.

“You can’t just expect me to let you cook and clean the house on your own when you only have one hand,” Sanemi muttered gruffly, turning back to the yakimeshi.

“Rest. You need it.” His voice was gentle as he tenderly ran his fingers through your hair, planting a soft kiss on your temple.

You furrowed your brows, a mix of exhaustion and defiance in your eyes as you stared at him. Your protest was on the tip of your tongue, but as Sanemi shot you a firm look, the words died down in your throat.

“Now.” he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

With a defeated sigh, you begrudgingly pulled away from him, elbowing him lightly in the side as you did so. Sanemi let out a grunt of irritation, his eyes rolling in response to your brattiness.

“Just go rest, for me, darling...”

“Say please first.”

Sanemi shot you an exasperated glare, the lines on his forehead deepening in irritation.

“Just go and rest, for fuck’s sake, woman,” he grumbled, shaking his head in frustration and fondness.

“Nuh-uh. Say pretty please f’me, Nemi~”

You couldn't help but taunt him further, a sly smile curling at the corners of your mouth.

“Say pretty please or you have no balls” you quipped, knowing exactly how to push his buttons.

He deadpanned at you.

“My darling [Name], my love, my soul, you let me fuck you senseless most of the time and you have the audacity to say that?” Sanemi’s voice was laced with disbelief, his narrowed eyes locking onto yours.

“what even is the connect of you having no balls to that...”

You muttered, weirded out at his bluntness as your smug facade crumbled under his scrutiny, a sudden rush of uncertainty creeping into your mind.

Before you could come up with a retort, frustration bubbled up within you, culminating in a defiant gesture as you raised your middle finger and stuck your tongue out petulantly.

“Rest now.” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. You opened your mouth to shoot back a snarky remark, but his next words stopped you in your tracks.

“Or maybe I'll just fuck that attitude right out of you, and make you beg for rest,” he declared bluntly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes despite his bold words.

“You disgusting freak.”

A frown marred your features. You knew all too well that he wasn't one to make empty threats, his actions always speaking louder than words.

“Yeah, yeah, i am a disgusting freak. Now go.” He shooed you away.

“Fine,” you grumbled under your breath, not really in the mood for it, and casting a final eye-roll his way before reluctantly making your way back to your shared room.

“Hmph.” Sanemi scoffed.

As you left, Sanemi’s gaze lingered on you for a while before he went back to cooking again.

It has been two years since the demon slayer corps was disbanded.

And you and Sanemi now found solace in each other, joined as one in marriage — Just like the two of you had always dreamt off in the past — getting married together and making a family.

It was a bit tough for you two, since the both of you are technically amputees because of the final battle, but you two managed to make it work.

Though Sanemi had lost several fingers in the battle, your wounds ran far deeper — your left eye was gone, as was your left hand — it got sliced when you were fighting with the uppermoon one on the infinity fortress

It was tough being like this, but with you, he was happy.

After finishing cooking and preparing the fragrant yakimeshi, Sanemi hurried to your shared room and carefully placed the steaming tray of food on the polished wooden table, the aroma wafting through the air.

As he expected, you were not peacefully resting but reclining on the bed with a pout on your face — still seemingly bitter about him previously telling you to let him do all the work.

“Hey... Food is ready,” Sanemi announced, observing your reaction as you turned towards him, a hint of irritation in your expression.

“Are you forgetting something?” you questioned, arching an eyebrow expectantly.

What did you mean by that..?

Oh.

Oh..

Sanemi rolled his eyes before gracefully picking up the tray and lowering himself to his knees, presenting the delicious meal to you in a humble gesture.

“Here you go, your majesty. Your feast awaits,” he declared playfully, a smile tugging at his lips as you couldn’t help but giggle at the theatrical display. “Good, you may rise now,” you commanded in a regal tone, attempting to sound majestic, which only made him chuckle at how stupid you sound.

You curled your fingers around the smooth porcelain bowl, feeling its cold edges press into your skin as you lifted it from the tray.

Sanemi took the tray and placed it back on the table, as he kneeled before you once again.

“Can you eat it alone?”

he asked, purple eyes searching your face.

“Of course I can,” you replied, feeling a small twist of irritation.

“I’m not paralyzed.”

“Just because I’m missing one hand doesn’t make me helpless.”

“I know that,” he grumbled, voice low. Reaching out, he cupped your thigh in one hand, calloused fingers brushing your skin in idle circles.

“But let me care for you, just this once,” He continued.

“Let your husband take care of you, just for once, hm?”

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.♡

#sanemi shinazugawa rec

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haidynsrecs · 11 months ago

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my turn next

I can't get over the idea of full on pussydrunk gyutaro like him being so whiney as he does it maybe that for a request:))

°•Pvssydrunk Gyutarō headcanons

⚠️WARNINGS: NSFW | MINORS DNI! | 0r4l s3x | Fingering

You had been busy lately, work and other things to do had consumed almost all of your time making your demon boyfriend get in a bad mood every time he came home and found you doing your chores of any kind.

The man grunted with reluctance every time you told him that you had to do something important and he ended up angrily returning to his sister and locking himself inside her for the rest of the night.

You apologized to Gyutaro many times but without caring that he always ended up angry. You promised him that you would make it up to him in a good way, however he wanted, and that led you two to tonight, right now. It had been a while, your thighs were burning and your waist was starting to tingle.

You had lost count of how long you had left your legs spread, letting Gyutaro bury his face in between them. It had been over an hour judging by the slight pains in your body. You stood on your arms on your futon and looked down to see Gyutaro who didn't seem to have any intention of stopping so you simply turned back to your spot and frowned at the sensation in your core.

"Ah-aah Gyutaro- are you going to finish yet?" You asked, your voice fragile.

You didn't want it to end because it was uncomfortable or you didn't like it, but a lot of time had passed and your body was beginning to ache and a heavy feeling invaded you. Gyutaro didn't say anything, he just looked up at you and continued doing his thing.

You couldn't take it anymore. You could feel your body damp with sweat, your legs trembling under your boyfriend's grip from being in the same position for too long, your entire cunt was wet and hot from Gyutaro's saliva, seeping into each of your folds every time. His tongue caressed your entire slit.

You could swear your clit was swollen from so much overstimulation and felt more sensitive than before making you squirm at the slightest movement of his lips.

Your moans filled the room as you moved your waist and tried to make the wet feeling of his tongue more pleasurable and maybe cum again. Your mind was empty until you heard more moans between your thighs, moans and whimpers from Gyutaro.

You leaned down to see him and sure enough, his voice trembled between your legs, saying incomprehensible praises to you and half-hearted curses into the air while he tasted you. His eyes were half open without taking an inch away from you, you could see the red painting his face and some tears threatening to salt the corners of his eyes while the sweat made the messy strands of his bangs stick to his forehead.

"G-Gyu-aah! Mmhh are you okay?"

An obscene snap sounded from between your legs as Gyutaro removed his lips from yours and looked at you. His gaze was lustful but somewhat lost, giving you the impression as if he were drunk, drunk on your taste.

"Oh babe, you're so fucking addictive...you're like a fucking drug to me..." His voice was raspy and shaky, his lascivious smile tilted sideways across his face and his sharp teeth were licked by his tongue to leave inside from his mouth every drop he had tasted of you. "You said you would make it up to me, now shut your mouth and spread your legs for me."

Saying this, Gyutaro lowered his hand towards you, introducing two of his fingers, making you arch your back along with a deep and loud moan that indicated your surprise.

You felt Gyutaro's fingers move inside you causing wet sounds as his big, thick thumb rested on your clit to press and move against your skin causing shivers to run through your body. You started moving towards him again, making his hand slide deeper and deeper into you listening to all kinds of dirty things he had to say to you until it was all too much and you cum on his hand for the fourth time in the night. Gyutaro's fingers immediately left you and he brought them to his mouth so as not to waste a single ounce of your release.

He opened your legs again and traced a line up and down with his tongue all over your cunt, completely licking your squirt in every corner. His lips sucked on your clit and his fingers finished overstimulating you until full of your flavor he dropped onto one of your thighs while he lazily kissed your skin and his fingers gently caressed your pussy.

#gyutaro shabana rec

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haidynsrecs · 1 year ago

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°•Daddy Gyutaro & kindergarten daughter•°

No warnings, just some little cute and fluffy headcanons! 🍓

You're the one who usually goes to pick up your daughter from kindergarten at noon but this time you had a meeting at the office so Gyutaro had to take care of it.

Gyutaro checked his watch every minute to make sure he was on time and not forgetting about the girl, he even set an alarm on his cell phone that would ring 10 minutes earlier. Fortunately, the kindergarten was close to home so Gyutaro was at the entrance of the place in less time than expected.

Outside the kindergarten there were many women of various ages between 25-35 years old, all mothers talking to each other about what they did the last weekend, the flowers that their husbands gave them and some neighborhood gossip so imagine the reaction of all when they saw a man with ripped jeans, combat boots and long hair, measuring almost 1.90 cms, arrive and stand next to them.

They all almost fainted from fright, they had never seen this guy, much less in a place like kindergarten. His appearance was intimidating and that was what Gyutaro liked. Deep down he enjoyed being different and scaring prejudiced people.

The bell rang and the teachers wearing cute coats with stickers in their hands came out and handed each child to their mother.

There was your little girl, looking for you with her eyes but she couldn't find you in the middle of so many people rushing at the door. The teacher looked for you anyway but upon seeing a strange and dark man she decided to be more alert and make sure that all the children were delivered right into the hands of their mothers.

"Can you see mommy, honey?" The teacher asked your daughter, with a sweet tone but still paying attention to the strange man. The little girl with blue eyes and curly hair couldn't see anything but a wave of market bags, legs and shoes with decorations until in the middle of the crowd, a smile formed on her face when she found a pair of worn black combat boots.

"Daddy!" The little girl said, excitedly raising her little hand and pointing at Gyutaro who barely managed to get through the crowd to the door.

It was evident that Gyutaro was her father, same eyes and hair, so he briefly introduced himself to his daughter's teacher so she could meet him, mentioning that you were at work today.

Gyutaro took his little daughter's hand and they both walked straight home.

It was kind of funny to see other people scared by Gyutaro's appearance while he focused all his attention on his daughter and nothing else. The thin, tall, muscled man dressed in black walked down the street holding his little daughter's hand, carrying her pink backpack with a strawberry print while she showed him the stickers she had obtained for her good behavior and told him every detail of her day.

#gyutaro shabana rec #girldad gyutaro #my beloved

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haidynsrecs · 1 year ago

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Imagine Gyutaro's first time eating pussy. He's so sloppy and he moans and growls and he can't stop sucking on your clit. He's just in a frenzy from the moment his tongue touched your folds.

When he looks up at you, his eyes are practically glowing and his cheeks are pink. He would gladly spend hours between your legs if you let him.

#it's true #i can confirm #I was there #it was me #👆🏻👆🏻#gyutaro shabana rec

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haidynsrecs · 1 year ago

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Dad Sanemi finding out you're expecting again!

done and done! Also requested by @lisa-257

FINDING OUT YOU’RE PREGNANT AGAIN

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA X LUNAR PILLAR!READER!

A/N: a continuation of my Bundle of Joy series, in celebration of one year since its publication!

CW: 1.9k • MDNI • fluff • pregnancy mention • Sanemi and Reader are married • slightly suggestive in parts/references to sex

READ BUNDLE OF JOY HERE

It had been a normal day. You’d awoken well before dawn and departed Sanemi’s estate with a quick kiss for both him and your daughter before returning to your own to prepare your training yard from the group of new Juniors being sent for defensive training — your speciality as the Lunar Pillar.

That training had gone about as well as you’d been warned it would — which was to say, absolutely dreadful. Nearly all lower-ranked Slayers were close to passing out not even an hour into their defensive drills.

The only one who’d stood out was the young, eager Kamado boy, who’d offered to partner with to test his footwork.

“Excellent!” You praised as Kamado manage to parry another one of your attacks with a training blade. “The best I’ve seen today!” You whirled around his attempt at an offensive jab with ease. “In fact, I think —“

A sudden, splitting pain ripped across your head, whiting out your vision. There was a sharp, keening ring in your ears, and all at once, the familiar training yard of your estate faded away with a distant, worried call of your surname.

You did not realize you’d fainted until your eyes flittered open, and you found yourself blearily staring at the blue of the sky above.

In your periphery, you saw the clustered, worried faces of your subordinates, anxiously peering down at you.

Before you could ponder exactly how you’d ended up on your back on the ground, your mouth welled with saliva, hot and bitter, and your stomach lurched.

You’d barely managed to flip over to your knees before you began wretching. Between the great, shudderkng gasps of air you managed to gulp down, you did not see your crow take off from its nearby perch with a hurried beat of its wings.

You’re fighting to rise to your feet when the tension in the air noticeably shifts. A sudden electricity settles over the juniors, a hushed murmur snaking its way through the throng.

The crowd of Slayers swiftly parts around as the Wind Pillar furiously makes his way toward you.

You’re still crouched on one knee, hand pressed to your mouth in some futile effort to keep the contents of your breakfast from making a reappearance splattered across the dirt.

Your husband kneels down next to you, his warm, comforting hand resting between your shoulder blades. You fight the urge to lean into him; the morale of the greater Corps is just as important as their training, and it would only be undermined by the sight of a vulnerable Hashira.

But Sanemi knows how to read you better than anyone, and he must sense your hesitation. “Whoever hasn’t resumed training by the time I stand is being sent to my estate for obedience lessons.” He barks.

There’s a pause before he adds, “And I don’t use training swords.”

Though you’re fighting to keep from dry heaving into the dirt, you can’t help the small smile that forms on the corners of your lips at the flurry of anxious movement and the telltale sound of practice weapons colliding in choreographed defensive maneuvers.

Sanemi’s tone is much softer as he murmurs your name. “Can you stand?”

You manage a stiff nod. The white-knuckled grip on his hand as you rise on shaky legs would crush the fingers of anyone else that wasn’t him.

Sanemi’s hold on you remains steady as you stand, and he is right there when your knees buckle, his body pushed against yours to keep you upright.

Gently, Sanemi eases you back down to your knees. He squats beside you, his arm wrapping firmly around your waist for extra support.

Your eyes lift to his, and with a groan, you know his orders before he speaks them.

“Kocho’s. Now.”

You shake your head. “I have to finish their training —“

The Wind Pillar stands then, and though you cannot see his face, you can imagine the twist of his mouth; the hard look in his eyes.

“All of you!” His raised voice startles several of the junior Corps members, some dropping their training swords as they stand at attention. “Defensive training is finished for the day. Fuck off to the Love Pillar’s estate.“

You flick your eyes up to see the gaggle of young slayers staring wide-eyed and anxious at your husband.

“Now!”

The younger Corps members jolt into action, quickly putting away the tools and props you’d organized for the day and gathering their things.

Sanemi turns his attention back to you. He waits until the last of the trainees departs your Estate with a respectful but hasty bow, before he gathers you up in his arms.

“You must really feel bad if you’re not bitchin’ me out about carrying you.” Sanemi frowns as you loop your arm over his shoulder.

Your eyes remain squeezed shut against your nausea, and you managed nothing more than a grumbled shut up as Sanemi hastily makes his way toward the Butterfly Mansion.

You try and focus on Sanemi’s steady warmth as it bleeds into you; the familiar and comforting scent of sweet matcha that lingers on his skin, a welcome distraction from the way your head spins and aches.

The soothing hallmarks of your husband almost lull you to sleep, when the image of the other half of your heart — of cherub cheeks and a mop of white hair just like her father’s flashes through your mind.

Your eyes suddenly fly open, wide and anxious.

Your daughter. Because you’d been dealing with the bulk of junior slayers, Sanemi had been tasked with keeping your daughter occupied for the day. You’d last seen her earlier that morning at his estate, happily stumbling after a butterfly in her father’s garden.

You stiffen in Sanemi’s arms. “Where is —?”

“She’s with Uzui’s girls,” he’s quick to reassure, and he twists his head to press a soothing kiss to your temple. “I’d brought her with me to discuss training plans when your crow arrived. Hinatsuru offered to take her so I could check on you.”

It does little to soothe the pit in your stomach. “I don’t wish to burden them —“

“They insisted,” Sanemi says simply. “They all jump at the chance to watch her — Uzui, too.”

He wasn’t wrong; your daughter had the entire Uzui family wrapped around her tiny fist.

Sanemi squeezes your waist. “She’s fine — and she’ll be more than happy to see her Mama later. Let’s focus on getting you checked out for now.”

—

You arrive at the Butterfly Mansion in record time. You have to fight the Wind Pillar before he’ll put you down and allow you to walk into the Manor on your own legs.

Sanemi acquiesces, but his arm does not leave its stabling place on your waist.

The Insect Pillar, thankfully, is home and able promptly guide you into a private examination room she reserves for your peers. A quick draw of blood into a glass vial later, and Kocho whisks back to her office to analyze it.

Sanemi sits with you the whole time, chatting with Kocho, his arm around your shoulders, his thumb turning soothing circles into your skin.

But the longer the two of you wait after the petite doctor leaves to run her tests, the more your anxiety mounts.

Your nerves must have begun to sink beneath Sanemi’s skin, for he’d left the examination room a few minutes prior in search of the Insect Pillar, nearly as desperate as you to know what she’d found.

He hadn’t yet returned, leaving you to chew anxiously on your thumbnail, your foot jiggling where it hung over the edge of the table where you sat.

Another minute or two passes, and then the door to the examination room flings open with a start. Faster than you can blink, the Wind Pillar is striding toward you with a broad smile on his face.

“What is —?” Sanemi’s hands — battle-worn and rough — are gentle as they cradle your cheeks, and he silences your question with a sweet but deep kiss.

“You’re pregnant,” he breathes excitedly against your lips, his forehead coming to rest against yours. “You’re pregnant. Kocho confirmed it.”

His eyelashes tickle your cheeks as he kisses you again and again, Sanemi beaming between each eager touch of your lips.

“That didn’t take long, did it?” You tease. “I mentioned wanting another child not even two months ago

“Who am I to deny my wife what she desires?” he grins with equal smugness and elation. “Especially when she asks so sweetly, all bent over for me —“

You clamp your hand over his mouth. “Shush,” you hiss, though you can’t fight your own smile. “Kocho can hear everything —“

“I knew it.” Sanemi boasts, stepping back to bring your knuckles to his lips, his eyes shining. “I knew when you asked for yudofu twice this week that you were pregnant —“

“I’ve always liked yudofu.”

“It was all you ate last time,” and his grin is broad. “Couldn’t get you to choke down anythin’ else for a solid month at one point. Drove me fuckin’ nuts.”

Sanemi’s lips press to your ear as he leans in close, his voice quieting to a sultry whisper. “And you’ve been asking me to take care of those pretty breasts of yours more frequently, haven’t you?”

Your cheeks burn a deep shade of crimson. It was true — they’d been aching and sore. So tender that you’d even contemplated foregoing the sarashi bindings you wore beneath your uniform shirt.

So you had; once, a few weeks earlier.

You hadn’t made it out of your bedroom before you’d been caught by your husband, bug-eyed and blushing as he gaped at your partially-exposed chest. Your uniform shirt had closely resembled his own without the security of your bindings, and yet you’d known, thanks to your skirt, that your attire likely bore a resemblance to that of the Love Pillar’s.

You’d both ended up late to training that day.

Since that day, Sanemi had been more than eager to continue helping after you’d insisted his hot mouth and expert tongue were capable of alleviating some of that tender ache.

You want to groan at yourself. It should have been obvious, once it was clear that your sore chest had not been heralding in your monthly cycle.

But before you can, Sanemi resumes lavishing you with his joyful kisses.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He murmurs against your lips, nuzzling your nose with his. “You’re a goddamn goddess, you know that? So fuckin’ beautiful.“

This time, Sanemi tilts your head so he can deepen his next kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth the moment you open for him.

“Thank you,” he breathes, thumb stroking your cheeks. “Thank you. Thank you.”

“You did just as much work as I did,” you chuckle between his slow, sensual kisses. “Arguably more.”

He pulls away with a light huff, the hand on your cheek sliding to cup the back of your head and bring you in tight against him.

“I ain’t ever gonna stop thanking you,” Sanemi whispers reverently against your hair, his fingers trailing up and down your spine. “‘M never not gonna worship the ground you walk on for makin’ me a father. Not in a hundred years.”

Whether it’s because your emotions are already high out of elation over your news, or because Sanemi’s words — so earnest and full of love — strike that soft part of your heart reserved for him and him alone, your eyes burn with tears.

And even Sanemi’s voice cracks as he whispers, “Thank you. Thank you for choosing me.”

REBLOGS/COMMENTS/LIKES ALWAYS APPRECIATED!

#sanemi shinazugawa rec

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haidynsrecs · 1 year ago

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god fucking bless

Modern/after all odds Gyutaro definitely did it on the motorcycle despite the risk in being a secluded alleyway or smth since someone was needy and impatient. Gyutaro would have it on or even rev it up sitting backwards while having y/n ride him. The hypersexual thoughts have lead me to a wild imagination once again 😞 Also can I be the 🍰 anon if its not already claimed? ^^

𝐀𝐀𝐎 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⋆ 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱

꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, Against All Odds au, public sex, vaginal sex, creampie (if you aren't familiar with my Against All Odds fic, it's an au where demons live amongst humans in a modern au. And all of the kny demons go to university with reader.) ꒦꒷‧₊ Note I decided to write about AAO Gyutaro since I really miss writing that au! And of course, you can be the 🍰 anon if you'd like. Sorry for answering this so late btw. I've been working on other things lately but I was in the mood to write something quick today so I hope you all enjoy it. ♡

"That fucking student council meeting took so long, what the hell were you guys talking about anyways?" Gyutaro growls as he parks his bike behind the science building.

"Douma couldn't decide what color banners we needed for the festival this weekend," you giggle, watching your boyfriend's face contort in annoyance.

"Idiot," he rolls his eyes and turns off his bike, "Making me wait so damn long..."

You look around, confused as to why he is stopping behind the science building on campus. "Um Gyu, why are you stopping here?"

He flips around so he can face you and begins to unbutton his pants, "Cuz I'm gonna fuck you."

'WHAT!?" You yelp, and Gyutaro immediately covers your mouth with his hand.

"Shut it!" he snarls, "I've been so horny all goddamn day ever since you put on that stupid skirt this morning. And now since you made me wait so long, I don't have any other choice but to fuck you right here."

He smirks and pulls his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free, already incredibly hard. The large vein that runs down the side of it already popping out, that's how you know he's been hard for quite a while.

"B-Babe I-," you start but he cuts you off.

"Shh, it's ok. The sun's already gone down so no one will see us. I promise..."

He bites his lip and pulls you in for a kiss. His other hand goes under your skirt, slipping into your panties to feel you've already started to get wet. But how can you not when seeing him so hot and bothered for you?

Pleased by this, he groans and pulls you into his lap. Slowly bucking his hips, gliding his cock along your slick panties.

"Gyu..." you whimper, "maybe we should move off the bike. I wouldn't want it to fall over..."

"Typical human, always worrying," he smiles, showing off his sharp teeth, "It won't fall over, I promise. My feet are on the ground so I can balance it while you ride me."

"R-ride you?" your entire face goes red. Usually, your boyfriend is on top, taking control and plunging into you aggressively is his favorite way to have sex. So it isn't often that he asks you to be on top, but you can't deny that you enjoy doing it. And he does too, it's just that most days he can't stop himself from fucking you silly. But today he doesn't have much choice.

"C'mon baby, you can handle it right?" He smirks mischievously as if challenging you.

"Of course I can!"

"I dunno... maybe you're too weak to take it. I mean you are just a pathetic human after all," he teases.

You furrow your brows, determined to prove him wrong. So you lift your hips, move your panties to the side, and gently lower yourself onto him.

"F-fuck," a breathy moan leaves his lips as he sinks into you and bottoms out.

"That shut you up, huh?" you tease back as you begin riding him.

He can't deny that you took his breath away, he didn't expect you to take control like you did. His nails dig into your thighs as you pick up the pace. Moaning loudly as you bounce on his lap, squelching sounds filling the air as his thick shaft splits you apart.

"C-C'mon babe ah, if you k-keep movin' like that I'm gonna cum too soon," he clenches his teeth and tries to hold back his moans.

"I don't want us to get caught," you gasp, "Ngh- you do want to cum in me don't you?"

"C-course I do," a needy moan escapes him. He moves his hands to your hips and begins to move you up and down, assisting you in your motion.

You lean forward until his cockhead slams into your sweet spot, "Ah- right there!" Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the mess between your legs spreads all over your thighs.

Your legs are beginning to feel sore but you're too determined to chase your high to even care. Moving faster and faster despite the pain and your thighs trembling.

Usually, your boyfriend would take over at this point but he's too high on cloud nine to pay attention to anything but the way your slick walls wrap around him and squeeze him so tightly. Making it impossible for him to hold back any longer.

And with a strained groan, his nails dig into your skin, his cock twitches inside of you, and he leans back - accidentally revving his bike. But he's too busy filling you with his seed to even care.

Wanting to make sure he got his cum as deep as possible he tightly grabs your hips and thrusts up into you. Creating an absolute mess. A combination of his cum and your slick splattering all over your skirt and the seat of his bike.

You were already getting so close, but now the breeding instinct of your demon boyfriend brings you over the edge. Your walls tightening around him as your desperate moans fill the air.

Gyutaro smirks, pleased with himself as you slump over onto him. Feeling your body shake uncontrollably, he feels satisfied.

"That's it baby," he whispers as he gently kisses the side of your face, "You did so good for me."

"We should do this again sometime..." you whimper and nuzzle against him.

He smirks, "Hell yeah, but let's get you home and cleaned up for now."

He ignores the mess on his bike and pulls his pants up. Then he turns, positions himself properly, and shifts his bike back into drive.

"You good back there?" he shouts, making sure you're holding on tightly.

"Mm hm," you nod, wrapping your arms around him and leaning your head on his back.

"Y'know, maybe we could do this every week after your student council meetings," he snickers as he revs the engine.

#gyutaro shabana rec #THIS MADE ME FEEL THINGS. LOTS OF THEM

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haidynsrecs · 1 year ago

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Can I request n/sfw headcanons for muzan x non violent demon reader?

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YES YES YES

Okay so you know this got my cogs turning and it ended up being more of a short story instead of headcanons lol. And yeah, I went with the idea of the reader being a demon who can draw strength from Muzan in... other ways 😏

Also this was an excellent excuse for me to write a "Muzan losing his composure and coming completely undone" fic so thank you thank you thank you 🛐

I hope you like it!

NSFW under the cut!

Succor - Muzan x Reader

(Non-violent demon reader, GN!Reader)

You were a curiosity. Another demon who did not consume human flesh– only the third such demon Muzan had heard of in a thousand years, and the only one of those three who wasn't actively revolting against him.

However, the thought did occur to him to simply dispose of you. You were defective after all, still clinging to your humanity. And you were weak too; slowly starving.

Muzan had no use for you… and yet… and yet…

Perhaps it was simple morbid curiosity, or perhaps it was the wasted potential he saw in you. Before he transformed you into a demon you were beautiful, but once imbued with his strength and blood, you were divine… magnificent. And you were frittering that gift away.

"Explain yourself to me," he said as you knelt before him, barely clinging to your senses while he sat, poised and elegant as ever. "Why are you suffering like this for the sake of mortals? Why do you refuse to consume humans?"

"It's repulsive," you answered. He could hear the weakness in your voice even as you stared defiantly back at him.

The only blood you had ever consumed was Muzan's at the moment of your creation, and your body seemed to recognize that. The hunger in your eyes was palpable. It thrummed in the air between you. Your survival depended on getting more of it. You craved it.

Your stubbornness was obvious too, and if the past thousand years had taught him anything it was that minds like yours could not be changed with violence and threats. No, he had to win you over gently. He would have to love you into becoming the monster he needed. He would adore you into submission.

He leaned forward in his seat and placed two fingers beneath your chin, tilting your face toward him. "You would be a very special demon if you would only feed."

Oh, your hunger was dizzying. You were fighting so hard to retain your composure. He slowly dragged his thumb across your lower lip, relishing the way your eyes closed in response to his touch.

You were lovely, despite your defects.

"Eat," he said, his lips so close to yours he could feel the warmth of your breath on his skin. "Please. I do not wish to see you fade away."

He placed a tender kiss on your lips, and another and another. You were so fragile, so drained.

Then something in you switched.

His eyes widened as you suddenly gripped the back of his head, pulling him to you with a ferocity he did not think you were capable of.

Overpowering you still would have been easy; as simple as swatting away a gnat. But this sudden burst of strength was intriguing. You kissed him deeper and deeper, your tongue easing past his lips as a soft, satisfied moan emerged from you.

Something twinged, low in Muzan's belly. It had been centuries since he felt anything akin to desire, but you were seemingly intent on unraveling him. With every passing second your passion blazed hotter… and your strength was growing.

Your fingers clung to him with an iron grip, as if your very survival hinged on his kiss. His crimson eyes widened once more as the realization hit him– you were in fact drawing strength from kissing him. It seemed his saliva had the same effect on your demonic body as his blood.

He kissed you deeper still, intrigued and excited by your newfound vigor. After a thousand years of living, Muzan had assumed he had seen everything, but there you were, proving him wrong. You were so greedy for it too, your kisses so passionate and hungry they made the world tilt a little.

He pulled back to examine you. "My dear, I–"

His breath caught in his throat as your hands went straight to the fastening of his trousers. Your eyes were near black with primal hunger as you pulled out his semi-hard cock. You wrapped your lips around it without hesitation and began to suck his tip.

"Ohh~" Muzan choked out, gripping the sides of the seat as your tongue swirled around the head of his dick and teased his slit.

It didn't take long for him to go from semi-hard to achingly erect. The power you wielded over his body, his helpless involuntary reaction; it was humiliating. And yet he did nothing to stop you. His breaths shivered out of him as he fought with everything he had not to buck his hips up into your mouth so you would take him all.

"How… dare… y– nghh…" his back arched as you palmed his balls, and wrapped your other hand around the base of his cock, milking him with that same hunger you had while kissing him.

Oh gods, that was it, wasn't it? You wanted his seed, you needed it to sustain your continued perverse existence. You would not consume human flesh but you would draw power from him instead.

"You filthy little thing," he whispered through gritted teeth as you lapped up each bead of precum dripping from his cock.

Your eyes were no longer lifeless; they glittered with vitality.

Muzan's thighs trembled as your lips slid up and down his shaft , taking him to the very back of your throat, licking and sucking like the greedy degenerate you were.

The wooden arm rests of the seat creaked and splintered beneath Muzan's fingers as he squeezed them, gasping as the pressure in his core became unbearable and he drew closer and closer to release.

"You want it, don't you… hm? Ohh, yes, you want my cum. I'm going… I'm going to give it… to… y–" He gasped for air, shattering the arm rest entirely. "Ohhh… ffffuck…"

He came undone, deep, guttural cries emerging from him as you swallowed his spend with fervor until he was sure he had nothing left.

And then you kept on sucking.

"M-more…" you growled as you continued to lap at his overstimulated cock, pressing your hand to his belly and holding him down.

His hand darted up to the wall above his head with such force the wood shattered beneath his palm as he released a choked cry. Gods, what were you other than his undoing? The pathetic, broken sounds of his whimpers enraged him but he would not stop you.

Heat prickled across his entire body. His face was flushed and gleaming with a fine mist of sweat which only added to his humiliation. All that strength and power, yet he was helpless as you sucked his cock.

"Damn you, damn you…hhhgh…"

His second orgasm tore through him like a beast with its claws drawn. Your greedy mouth claimed him entirely, swallowing down every drop of his essence as he came again.

"Ohh Gods… oh Gods you filthy wretch…" his body shuddered as his pleasure waned and you finally ceased your sucking.

Still, you gazed at him and audaciously lapped his tip, ensuring you'd got every last drop. And when you were finally satisfied you sat back, as a contented smile spread across your lips.

Muzan took your face between his hands and inspected you. Your eyes were burning with vitality. Your skin was flushed and warm. You were rejuvenated completely, as if you had consumed a hundred mortal souls.

Your beauty and power were unlike anything he had ever seen. Such a curiosity.

"Fascinating," he whispered as his pulse slowly returned to normal. "Yes, I think I'll keep you here with me."

Further study was most definitely required.

#muzan kibutsuji rec

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