#Gothicxreylover

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Hi!! I don't know if my request sounds weird, but can you do some slightly suggestive or fluff scenarios of the uppermoons with an extremely quiet and shy darling? Like, they love them back, but are just too shy and bashful to be in the same room with them because their darling has never really felt as much love as they give them? And maybe add in their darling had a rare human condition like Vitiligo or Heterochromia and how they demons react to it?

Sorry about uploading your request late I hope you enjoy!

Kokushibo (Upper Moon One)

Kokushibo was never one to pry, but he noticed how you always avoided him despite your affections being painfully obvious.

He could hear the way your heart raced whenever he was near, see the way your eyes darted away when he so much as glanced in your direction. But the moment he moved toward you?

You would flee.

Tonight was no different. You were sitting quietly in a dimly lit room when he entered, and the second you realized he was there, your entire body tensed like a deer caught in a trap. Your hands clenched the fabric of your sleeves as your heterochromatic eyes flickered toward him—one a deep shade, the other an ethereal, striking hue.

Kokushibo exhaled slowly, his six eyes watching your every movement. “Why do you tremble before me?”

You swallowed hard, gripping your kimono even tighter. Because you make my heart feel things I don’t know how to handle, you wanted to say. But the words wouldn’t come.

His gaze softened, and without another word, he was suddenly kneeling before you. His clawed fingers reached forward, barely grazing the edge of your sleeve.

“Do not fear me.” His voice was quieter this time, low and deep, vibrating through your very bones. “I have no intention of harming you.”

His hand shifted, cupping your cheek. His thumb traced over your vitiligo-marked skin, his expression unreadable. “Your beauty is rare,” he murmured. “Much like you yourself.”

Your breath hitched, and before you could stop yourself, you buried your face into his shoulder, too overwhelmed to even look at him.

Kokushibo let out a low, knowing chuckle. “Ah… I see.”

For once, he allowed himself to indulge, his arms slowly wrapping around you, caging you in a warmth that sent a shiver down your spine.

“You will have to grow accustomed to my presence,” he whispered against your ear. “For I have no intention of letting you go.”

Doma (Upper Moon Two)

Doma found your shyness adorable.

The way you would become so flustered in his presence, how you would stammer and look away whenever he got too close—he lived for it.

“Aw, my little darling, why do you look like a scared rabbit?” he cooed, resting his chin on his palm as he watched you from across the room.

You didn’t answer, instead curling further into yourself. Your hands were clenched into small fists on your lap, your entire body screaming nervousness.

Doma sighed dramatically before suddenly closing the distance between you in a blur.

You barely had time to react before he was leaning in, his breath ghosting over your ear. “Come now, pretty thing. How can you love me if you can’t even look at me?”

Your heart slammed against your ribs. He was too close.

Doma hummed, his fingers dancing along the patchwork of vitiligo on your skin. “This is rather charming, you know. A rare, delicate pattern… suiting for someone as special as you.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, refusing to meet his gaze.

He chuckled. “So shy~! I could just eat you up.” He paused, then grinned. “Figuratively, of course. Unless… you’d like me to be literal?”

The way you whimpered had him laughing, pulling you into a tight embrace before you could bolt.

“I was joking, my sweet,” he purred, pressing a playful kiss against your temple. “But do stay close, won’t you? I do love watching you squirm.”

Akaza (Upper Moon Three)

Akaza didn’t understand your behavior at first.

He knew you loved him. He could hear it in your heartbeat, smell it in your nervous sweat. But every time he tried to spend time with you, you would shrink away, barely able to handle his presence.

It frustrated him. Not in an angry way—no, more in a desperate way.

So tonight, when you tried to escape his company once again, he finally reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“Enough.” His voice was firm, but not unkind.

You froze, eyes wide as you dared to look up at him.

His grip was gentle, but unyielding. “Why do you run?”

You swallowed hard, your free hand trembling. “I… I just…”

Akaza’s cerulean eyes softened. With deliberate slowness, he lifted your hand and pressed it against his chest—right over where his heart should be.

“Feel that?” he murmured.

You did. Or rather, you didn’t—there was no heartbeat, just an empty, unnatural stillness.

“I don’t have a heart,” he whispered. “But when I’m with you… I swear, it feels like I do.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned into him, hiding your burning face against his chest.

Akaza stiffened for half a second before his entire body relaxed, his arms slowly wrapping around you in return.

A rare smile graced his lips. “There we go… no more running.”

Hantengu & His Clones (Upper Moon Four)

Hantengu’s clones all had vastly different ways of reacting to your overwhelming shyness. Each one had their own way of handling you, and none of them were particularly subtle about their affections.

Sekido (Anger)

Sekido had no patience for your avoidance. He wasn’t angry at you—no, he was angry at himself for not knowing how to handle you properly.

Every time he entered the room, you would flinch, avoid eye contact, or look ready to disappear into thin air. It frustrated him to no end.

One evening, he had enough.

“Stay,” he ordered, blocking the doorway before you could slip out.

You tensed. “I-I just need some fresh air…”

“Lie.” His crimson eyes narrowed. “You always run.”

You swallowed hard, gripping the edges of your kimono.

Sekido exhaled sharply, his hand suddenly grasping your chin—not roughly, but firmly enough to make you meet his gaze.

“Look at me.” His voice dropped to a near-growl. “You fear nothing. No one can harm you. Not while I exist.”

Your heart raced. The way he stared at you, as if claiming you, sent shivers down your spine.

Then, in an unexpected moment of gentleness, he brushed his thumb over your vitiligo-marked skin, his frown softening.

“You are not allowed to hide from me.”

You swore he looked almost flustered himself when you buried your face against his chest in response.

Karaku (Pleasure)

Karaku found your shyness deliciously entertaining.

“My, my~ You really are a delicate little thing, aren’t you?” He chuckled, watching as you practically shrank the moment he leaned in.

You turned away, your face burning. He was too much.

Karaku tilted his head, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. Then, without warning, he slid behind you, arms snaking around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

You gasped, squirming in embarrassment. “K-Karaku—!”

He hushed you, his breath tickling your ear. “Shhh… you’re always so nervous. Relax, won’t you?”

One of his fingers traced absentmindedly over the unique patterns on your arm, his touch featherlight. “This is cute. Just like you.”

You shivered, too overwhelmed to respond.

Karaku loved this reaction.

He hummed, pressing a teasing kiss just below your ear. “If I kiss every inch of you, will you finally stop hiding from me?”

Aizetsu (Sorrow)

Aizetsu understood your feelings. He, too, was prone to melancholy, and your bashful nature only made him more drawn to you.

“You are too sweet,” he murmured one evening, watching as you fidgeted nervously under his gaze.

You peeked up at him but quickly looked away, your face burning.

Aizetsu sighed, resting his head against his palm. “It makes my heart ache when you avoid me…”

Guilt pricked at your chest. “I-I don’t mean to,” you whispered.

He perked up at the sound of your voice. “Then why?”

You swallowed. “I… I don’t know how to handle this much affection.”

For a moment, Aizetsu was silent. Then, gently, he reached out, his fingers ghosting over your cheek. “I don’t know how to handle it either.”

Your eyes widened.

His expression softened. “But… if it’s with you, I think I’d like to try.”

For the first time, you held his gaze—and the sheer adoration in his eyes nearly stole your breath away.

Urogi (Joy)

Urogi was the most relentless when it came to your shyness.

He thrived on making you flustered, whether it was through playful teasing or sudden displays of affection.

One night, he swooped down from nowhere, grabbing you and lifting you effortlessly into his arms.

“U-Urogi!” you squeaked, gripping onto him for dear life.

He grinned, his golden eyes alight with mischief. “Ooooh? You’re holding onto me so tightly~ How bold of you, little bird!”

You tried to push away, but he only tightened his hold. “Nope! You’re staying right here.”

His talons lightly traced patterns over your exposed skin, stopping when he reached the distinct markings of your vitiligo. His expression turned curious.

“This is beautiful,” he mused, dragging his claws along the contrast.

You shuddered, overwhelmed by his touch.

Then, he licked the side of your neck playfully, his wings flaring out. “Mmm, I should keep you forever~”

Gyokko (Upper Moon Five)

Gyokko was obsessed with beauty, so the moment he laid eyes on you, he became fixated.

Your heterochromatic eyes, your vitiligo-marked skin—it was something otherworldly, something he had never seen before.

“You are art,” he had said upon first meeting you, his voice dripping with reverence.

But your unbearable shyness only made him more impatient.

“Why must you avoid me?” he huffed, watching as you tried to keep a distance. “Do you not understand how rare you are?”

You bit your lip, fingers trembling. “I… I’m just not used to this much attention.”

Gyokko clicked his tongue, displeased. “Ridiculous. You deserve to be worshiped.”

And before you could react, he suddenly caged you in with his tentacle-like arms, pulling you way too close for comfort.

His eyes gleamed. “Shall I carve your beauty into porcelain? Preserve it for all eternity?”

You squeaked in alarm, your entire body overheating. “G-Gyokko, you can admire me without turning me into a vase—!”

He chuckled darkly. “Mm… I suppose. But I’ll settle for never letting you out of my sight.”

Gyutaro & Daki (Upper Moon Six)

Gyutaro

Gyutaro had never thought of himself as someone who could deserve love.

So when he realized you loved him—despite your overwhelming shyness—he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“You really do like me, huh?” His voice was low, almost disbelieving, as he watched you fidget.

You nodded shyly, avoiding his piercing gaze.

Gyutaro scoffed. “Then why do ya always act like you’re scared of me?”

You swallowed hard. “I-I’m not scared… I just… I’ve never felt this much love before.”

His heart twisted painfully at that.

Without warning, he reached out, yanking you into his lap, arms tightening around you possessively.

“You better get used to it,” he muttered, his lips brushing against your ear. “’Cause I ain’t ever letting you go.”

Daki

Daki was dramatic about your shyness.

She hated how you avoided her.

“Ugh! Why won’t you look at me?!” she whined, grabbing your face and forcing you to meet her eyes.

You immediately turned red, your heterochromatic gaze flickering everywhere except at her.

Daki huffed, her fingers tracing over your vitiligo with fascination. “You’re so weird,” she muttered.

You flinched. “I-I—”

“But I like weird,” she interrupted, smirking.

Then, with zero warning, she kissed your cheek, making you squeak in surprise.

Daki laughed. “Aw~! You’re so easy to tease.”

She rested her chin on your shoulder, her arms wrapping around you smugly. “I think I’ll keep you all to myself~”

[gothicxreylover]

He’s so silly

[gothicxreylover]

Yandere Alphabet – Kyojuro Rengoku

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(An Unyielding Flame That Burns Only for You)

Something for you to read while I work on other things

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Kyojuro’s love is warm, comforting, and fiercely protective—but as a yandere, that warmth turns into a suffocating blaze that refuses to let you go. His devotion is unshakable, his obsession all-consuming. He doesn’t see himself as a villain or captor—only as your protector, your guardian, the one who will love you even if it means keeping you locked away.

A - Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense can it get?

Kyojuro is an affectionate man by nature, and with you, his beloved, his love knows no limits. He showers you with adoration—holding you in his arms, pressing lingering kisses to your forehead, running his fingers through your hair, whispering sweet praises in your ear. He will call you his “precious ember,” his “beloved flame,” and his “light in the darkness.”

But his affection is not just about touch—it is about presence. Kyojuro is always near, always watching. He wakes up before you just to admire your sleeping face, to brush stray hairs away and murmur, “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” When you eat, he insists on feeding you himself. When you speak, he listens with unwavering attention, even if it is just a whisper. You are the most important thing in his world, and he makes sure you know it.

However, if you try to push him away, to resist his touch, his smile falters—but only for a second. He does not get angry; he only becomes firmer. You are not allowed to deny his affection. He will simply wrap his arms around you tighter, whispering, “Do not deny me, my love. I will love you whether you wish it or not.”

B - Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling?

Kyojuro does not seek out bloodshed, but if the situation calls for it, he will not hesitate. If a demon even dares to glance your way, they are cut down in an instant, their body reduced to ash before they can so much as breathe in your presence. But it is not just demons he worries about—humans can be just as dangerous.

If another person gets too close to you, touching you, speaking too sweetly in your ear, Kyojuro will step between you with a blinding smile, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword. His voice will remain warm, but his words will carry an undeniable warning.

“Ah, forgive me, but my beloved is feeling unwell. I must take them home now.”

If the offender does not take the hint and insists on speaking to you? Well… that’s unfortunate. Kyojuro will deal with them quickly, efficiently, and without a second thought. His blade is fast, and his justice is absolute. No one touches what is his.

And should you witness his violence and tremble in fear? He will only sigh, wiping the blood from his blade before cupping your face with warm, battle-worn hands.

“Do not be frightened, my love. This is merely what must be done to keep you safe.”

C - Cruelty: How do they treat their darling? Would they hurt them?

Kyojuro would never intentionally hurt you. He adores you far too much to bring you physical harm. However, his kindness is suffocating, his love overwhelming.

His cruelty is not in his hands, but in his restraints. He will keep you locked away if he must, always within reach, always under his watchful gaze. If you fight against him, he will simply overpower you, holding you close until your struggles fade.

Even if you scream at him, curse him, cry in his arms—he will never falter. He will stroke your hair, murmuring in that same gentle voice, “I can endure your hatred, my love, so long as it means keeping you safe.”

The cruelest thing about Kyojuro is that he genuinely believes he is doing the right thing. No amount of pleading will convince him otherwise.

D - Delusional: Are they aware of what they’re doing?

Not at all. Kyojuro truly believes that everything he does is in your best interest. He does not see himself as a captor—he sees himself as your protector, your savior. The world is dangerous, full of threats, and he cannot bear the thought of losing you.

If you try to tell him that he is hurting you, that you are unhappy, he will tilt his head in confusion, eyes filled with concern rather than guilt. “Hurting you? My love, no… I am keeping you safe. One day, you will understand.”

E - Escape: How hard would it be to escape from them?

Escape is nearly impossible. Kyojuro is always one step ahead, always watching. Even if you manage to slip away, his instincts are sharp, and he will find you.

And when he does? He won’t be angry—no, his expression will be heartbreakingly sad. He will kneel before you, take your trembling hands in his own, and whisper, “Why must you run from me, my love? Have I not cared for you? Have I not protected you?”

And then, he will carry you home.

This time, there will be no unlocked doors. No windows left ajar. No freedom.

“You must never do that again, my dear. It pains me too much.”

F - Fight: How do they react if their darling fights back?

If you lash out, Kyojuro will not retaliate—he will simply endure. You can hit him, scratch him, scream in his face—but he will never strike back. Instead, he will hold you close, his arms locking you in place, his voice unwaveringly gentle.

“I know you are upset, my love. But that will not change my devotion.”

If your defiance becomes too much, he will simply restrain you more firmly. If you refuse to eat? He will feed you himself. If you refuse to sleep? He will hold you in his lap until exhaustion takes over.

Your resistance means nothing to him. His love is unyielding.

G - Guilt: What would make them feel guilty?

Kyojuro only feels guilt when he sees you truly suffering—when your smiles disappear, when your eyes become hollow. He does not regret keeping you, but he hates seeing you unhappy.

So, he will try to fix it. He will bring you gifts—your favorite foods, the finest silks, books to read while curled up in his arms. He will shower you in praise, tell you how deeply he loves you, how he will spend eternity making you happy.

“Tell me, my love… what must I do to see you smile again?”

But he will never let you go.

H - Hell: What’s the worst thing they would do to their darling?

The worst thing Kyojuro would do is take away your freedom entirely. If you refuse to love him, if you refuse to accept his affections, he will lock you away. You will become his flame in a lantern, his precious ember hidden from the world.

But he will never harm you. He will simply break you down—slowly, patiently, until you have no choice but to love him in return.

I - Isolation: How much do they try to isolate their darling?

Kyojuro does not want to isolate you entirely—after all, he wants you to be happy. However, he also believes that too much exposure to the outside world will only bring you danger.

At first, he allows you to have some freedom—perhaps brief walks under his supervision, conversations with his family (who, of course, believe you are deeply in love with him). But the moment he senses that you might try to run or that someone might take you away, your world becomes smaller.

No more unsupervised outings. No more visitors. No more chances to escape.

But he won’t call it isolation. Instead, he will frame it as protection.

“It is only for a little while, my love. The world is too dangerous. You understand, don’t you?”

And if you try to protest? He will only smile, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Hush now. I will keep you safe.”

J - Jealousy: How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?

Kyojuro is deeply possessive, though he hides it well behind his usual warmth. He does not mind if others admire you from afar—he expects them to. After all, you are extraordinary. But if anyone dares to get too close?

His grip on his sword tightens. His usually bright eyes become sharp, calculating.

If another man speaks to you for too long, Kyojuro will casually place an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side, his grip just a little too tight. His voice remains pleasant, but there is an unshakable warning in his tone.

“Ah, my beloved is so charming! No wonder you wish to speak with them… but I’m afraid they belong to me.”

And if the offender does not take the hint? Well… accidents happen.

Later, he will hold you close, whispering in your ear. “You are mine, my love. No one else may have you.”

K - Kidnapping: How would they go about kidnapping their darling?

Kyojuro would never call it kidnapping. No, he would call it saving you.

At first, he will try to win your heart the normal way. If you love him freely, he has no reason to take you. But if you resist? If you try to leave him?

Then, he has no choice.

It will be swift—one moment, you are walking freely, and the next, strong arms encircle you, lifting you as if you weigh nothing. He will carry you away effortlessly, speaking in that same warm, gentle tone.

“Shhh, my love. You need not struggle. I will take care of you.”

And when you wake up in a locked room, surrounded by the scent of him, you will realize—there is no escape.

L - Love Letters: How do they express their love in writing?

Kyojuro is a poet at heart, and his love letters are intensely passionate. Even if you are locked away, he will leave you carefully written notes, each one filled with devotion.

“My Beloved,

The sun rises and sets, but my love for you remains eternal. No force in this world—not time, not fate, not even your resistance—will ever change what I feel for you. You are my everything, my guiding light. Do not fear, for I will always protect you.

Forever yours,

Kyojuro Rengoku”

Even if you ignore his letters, even if you tear them apart, he will only write more.

M - Mask: Are their yandere tendencies obvious?

Not at first. To the world, Kyojuro is the same warm, passionate warrior he has always been. He still laughs, still protects the innocent, still carries himself with honor.

But those closest to him might begin to notice the change—the way his eyes darken when someone gets too close to you, the way his smile tightens when you try to pull away.

But by the time you realize just how deep his obsession runs… it is already too late.

N - No Escape: How hard is it to escape from them?

Impossible. Kyojuro is a Hashira. He is fast, strong, and incredibly perceptive. He knows your habits, your fears, your weaknesses. Even if you somehow manage to slip away, he will always find you.

And when he does, he will only sigh, lifting you into his arms once more.

“Why must you run, my love? You know I will always find you.”

O - Obsession: How obsessed are they?

Kyojuro’s obsession is all-consuming. You are the single most important thing in his life—more than his duty, more than his own wellbeing. He cannot function without you.

His love burns like fire, searing into every part of his being. Even if you hate him, even if you scream and cry, he will never let go.

“You are my flame, my purpose. Without you, I am nothing.”

P - Punishment: How would they punish their darling?

Kyojuro does not want to punish you. But if you defy him—if you try to escape or refuse to eat—he will have no choice.

He won’t hurt you physically. Instead, he will isolate you even more. No walks. No fresh air. No contact with anyone but him.

And if you refuse to speak to him? He will simply wait, sitting beside you in silence, stroking your hair, whispering soft reassurances.

“No matter how much you resist, my love, I will never abandon you.”

Q - Quiet: How do they react when their darling refuses to speak?

If you fall into silence, Kyojuro will be deeply hurt—but he will not get angry. Instead, he will try to coax you out of it, bringing you gifts, speaking to you in soft tones, waiting.

And if you still refuse? He will pull you into his lap, cradling you close, pressing gentle kisses to your temple.

“You may be silent, but I can still hear your heart beating. It calls for me.”

R - Rage: What makes them angry?

Kyojuro is not easily angered, but if someone tries to take you from him? His flames will burn hotter than ever before.

Whoever dares to steal you away will not live to see another day.

“No one will take you from me. No one.”

S - Stalker: Do they stalk their darling?

He does not need to stalk you—he is always nearby, always watching. You will never be out of his sight for long.

T - Tears: How do they react to their darling crying?

Kyojuro hates seeing you cry, but it does not change his actions. He will hold you close, wipe your tears away, whispering,

“Do not cry, my love. One day, you will understand how deeply I cherish you.”

U - Unwavering:

Nothing can change Kyojuro’s mind. No pleading, no escape, no amount of hatred will make him release you.

His love is eternal.

And you are his forever.

V - Vows: Do they make promises to their darling?

Kyojuro is a man of honor, and his word is absolute. He swears himself to you, just as he once swore himself to justice, to protecting the weak. But this vow? This is even stronger.

“I vow to love you for all eternity.”

“I vow to keep you safe, even from yourself.”

“I vow to be yours, and you will be mine. No force in this world will change that.”

His promises are not mere words. They are unchangeable truths. And once Kyojuro makes a vow—he never breaks it.

W - Weakness: What is something that can bring them to their knees?

You.

Kyojuro is unshakable in battle, fearless in the face of demons, unwavering in his convictions. But you? You are his one weakness. Your tears, your pain, your suffering—it all wounds him more deeply than any blade ever could.

If you ever truly break—if your light fades, if you stop eating, stop speaking—he will panic. He will become softer, more tender, trying everything to bring you back.

“Please, my love… do not fade from me. You are my reason for living.”

He does not realize that he is the one who has broken you.

X - Xoanon: Do they see their darling as a deity?

To Kyojuro, you are more than just a lover. You are his purpose. His reason for breathing. His guiding light.

His devotion is not just love—it is worship.

He admires every part of you, tracing your features with reverence, treating you as though you are the most precious thing in the world.

“You are perfect, my love. Every part of you is a treasure beyond compare.”

He does not see his obsession as unnatural. To him, it is the purest form of love.

Y - Yearn: How long do they pine before taking action?

Kyojuro tries. He really does.

At first, he courts you the right way—warm smiles, deep conversations, small touches that linger longer than they should. He wants you to choose him, to love him willingly.

But if you do not return his feelings? If you show interest in someone else?

Then he snaps.

It does not take him long to act. The moment he feels you slipping away, he takes what is his.

“I have waited long enough, my love. You belong with me—where you will be safe.”

Z - Zenith: Would they ever let their darling go?

No. Never.

Kyojuro’s love has no end. There is no scenario, no possible future where he releases you. Even if you hate him, even if you beg for freedom, he will never let go.

“The sun does not stop rising, and my love for you will never fade.”

Even in death, his devotion remains. If he dies before you, his final words will be a whisper of love—“I will find you again… in the next life.”

Even then, you will never be free.

Conclusion:

There is no escape. There never was. Kyojuro’s love is eternal, and once his fire touches you…

You will never be able to put it out.

[gothicxreylover]

I love your yandere hashira au. Can you do a fic of when the male yanderes are in public with their S/o (s/o is basically a house wife at this point) and some pervert comes and squeeze their ass in front of them and has the audacity to make perverted jokes about them afterwards. I can imagine obanai cutting someone's hands.

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I hope you enjoy! I didn’t do Muichiro as he is a minor.

These scenarios contains violence, threats, and unwanted touching and flirting

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Obanai

The market was bustling, the late afternoon sun casting a golden glow over the crowded streets. You were walking alongside Obanai, basket in hand, as you picked out fresh ingredients for dinner. He stayed close, as always, his mismatched eyes darting toward anyone who ventured too near.

“Careful, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice low but protective. His bandaged mouth concealed a subtle frown, but you could feel the tension radiating from him.

“Relax, Obanai,” you said with a small laugh, brushing his arm reassuringly. “It’s just the market.”

You’d barely turned your attention back to the produce when it happened. A rough hand grabbed a handful of your backside. The sensation was fleeting but unmistakable, and the loud, mocking laugh that followed made your stomach churn.

“Well, well,” a gruff voice jeered, “didn’t think housewives were this soft. Lucky guy!”

The market seemed to freeze in that instant. You turned in shock, clutching your basket tightly, your face burning with a mix of embarrassment and anger. But it was Obanai’s reaction that sent a chill through the air.

He was silent at first, too silent, his body stiff as his gaze locked onto the offender. The man was grinning, clearly amused by his own audacity, but that smile faltered when Obanai stepped forward.

“Touch them again,” Obanai said, his voice colder than ice, “and you won’t have a hand left to touch anything.”

The man laughed nervously, holding up his hands as if to mock surrender. “Hey, relax, man. It was just a joke—”

Before he could finish, Obanai’s sword was unsheathed in a flash of silver. Gasps echoed around the marketplace as the blade hovered dangerously close to the offender’s wrist.

“Let me correct you,” Obanai hissed, his voice venomous. “That wasn’t a joke. It was a death wish.”

You reached out, placing a hand gently on his arm. “Obanai,” you said softly, your voice steady despite the tremor in your chest. “It’s okay. Let’s just go.”

His gaze softened when it met yours, but only slightly. “He disrespected you,” Obanai growled. “I can’t let that slide.”

The man was pale now, stammering apologies and backing away as he screamed in agony . “I—I’m sorry! I didn’t mean anything by it!”

Obanai’s blade didn’t waver. “You’ll leave this market,” he said, his tone final. “And if I see you anywhere near them again, you’ll lose more than just your hand.”

The man scrambled away, disappearing into the crowd as onlookers whispered nervously. Obanai sheathed his sword with a sharp click and turned back to you, his expression softening into something more tender.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

You nodded, though your hands were trembling slightly. “I’m fine. Just… surprised.”

Obanai gently took the basket from your hands, his touch careful and protective. “Let’s finish quickly and go home,” he said, his usual calm returning. “I don’t want you out here any longer than necessary.”

You smiled faintly, leaning into his side as you walked. Though his methods could be extreme, you couldn’t deny the warmth in your chest at how fiercely he protected you.

As you left the market together, you knew one thing for certain: with Obanai by your side, no one would ever dare cross you again.

Rengoku

The lively chatter of the festival filled the air, accompanied by the enticing scent of grilled food and sweet treats. You walked beside Rengoku, your hand resting lightly on his arm as you admired the colorful stalls lining the path. His bright smile and infectious energy drew attention, but as always, he only had eyes for you.

“Look at these lanterns, my love!” Rengoku exclaimed, pointing to a stand displaying intricately designed paper lanterns. “Wouldn’t one of these look lovely at home?”

You nodded, giggling at his enthusiasm. “They’re beautiful. Let’s pick one out!”

As the two of you approached the stall, you felt it—a rough, unwanted hand squeezing your backside. The shock was instantaneous, and before you could react, a voice called out:

“Hey there, sweetheart. Didn’t think a pretty little thing like you would have a flame this hot at home!”

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger as you turned to face the culprit, a grinning man with an air of smugness.

Before you could utter a word, Rengoku’s laughter rang out—not the warm, hearty sound you knew so well, but something sharp and dangerous.

“Ah,” Rengoku began, turning toward the man with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, “it seems you’ve made a grave mistake.”

The man blinked, clearly not expecting such a reaction. “What? It was just a joke, man—”

“Jokes,” Rengoku interrupted, his voice loud and commanding, “are meant to bring joy, not disrespect. What you’ve done is no laughing matter!”

In an instant, Rengoku was in front of him, his towering presence casting a shadow over the now-nervous man. The festival-goers nearby stopped in their tracks, the cheerful atmosphere replaced by a tense silence.

“You dare lay a hand on my beloved?” Rengoku’s fiery eyes burned with an intensity that made the man take a step back. “Such insolence cannot be ignored!”

The man raised his hands defensively. “Hey, I didn’t mean anything by it!”

Rengoku’s expression darkened. “No excuse can justify your actions. Apologize!”

The man stammered, his bravado crumbling under Rengoku’s unwavering gaze. “I—I’m sorry!”

Rengoku didn’t move, his eyes locked on the man as if deciding whether an apology was enough. You gently touched his arm, drawing his attention.

“Kyojuro,” you said softly, “I’m fine. Let’s not cause a scene.”

His gaze softened instantly when it met yours, though the fire in his eyes didn’t completely fade. “If that is what you wish, my love,” he said, his voice steady. He turned back to the man, his tone firm. “If I see you behave this way again, I will ensure you regret it. Now, leave!”

The man stumbled away, disappearing into the crowd as the onlookers murmured in awe and fear. Rengoku turned back to you, his usual warmth returning as he took your hands in his.

“Are you alright?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

You nodded, offering him a small smile. “I am. Thank you, Kyojuro.”

He cupped your face gently, his touch a stark contrast to the fury he’d shown moments before. “No one has the right to disrespect you. Ever.”

You leaned into his touch, feeling safe and cherished. “I know. You’re always looking out for me.”

His smile widened, his voice bright once more. “Always! Now, let’s pick out that lantern and enjoy the festival! No one will ruin our evening!”

With Rengoku by your side, his unwavering love and fiery devotion, you knew you were in the safest hands possible.

Sanemi

The streets were bustling as you walked through the marketplace with Sanemi, your hands full of items for the week’s meals. His sharp eyes scanned the crowd constantly, his presence warding off anyone who might even think of approaching. You felt safe, as always, knowing Sanemi’s protective nature meant no one would dare cross you.

Or so you thought.

You were busy inspecting a bundle of herbs when it happened—a hand groped your backside, rough and deliberate. You froze in shock, spinning around to find a smug-looking man grinning at you.

“Didn’t think someone as sweet as you would belong to someone like that,” the man sneered, glancing toward Sanemi with mockery.

For a moment, the world seemed to still. Then, faster than you could process, Sanemi was there.

“What the hell did you just say?” Sanemi growled, his voice low and laced with menace.

The man flinched but tried to play it cool. “Relax, buddy. It was just a little fun—no harm done.”

Sanemi’s laugh was sharp, humorless, and chilling. “Fun? You think touching my partner is fun?”

Before the man could respond, Sanemi grabbed him by the front of his shirt, lifting him off the ground as if he weighed nothing. His scarred face twisted with fury, and his pale lavender eyes gleamed with a dangerous light.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve for someone with such fragile hands,” Sanemi spat. His grip tightened as he raised his other fist, veins bulging as though his anger alone could crush the man.

“Sanemi!” you called, stepping forward and touching his arm gently. “Let him go. Please.”

His eyes snapped to you, his expression softening ever so slightly. “He touched you,” he said, his voice still simmering with anger. “He doesn’t get to just walk away.”

“I know,” you said softly, holding his gaze. “But I’m fine, and I don’t want you to cause more trouble. I just want to leave.”

For a moment, he looked conflicted, his gaze darting between you and the trembling man in his grasp. Finally, with a snarl, he released the man, who stumbled back and fell to the ground.

“Get out of here before I change my mind,” Sanemi barked, his voice like thunder. The man scrambled to his feet and bolted, disappearing into the crowd as onlookers quickly turned their attention elsewhere.

Sanemi turned back to you, his expression softening further as he reached out to cup your cheek. “Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head, placing your hand over his. “I’m okay, Sanemi. Thank you.”

His jaw tightened, and he let out a frustrated sigh. “I should’ve done more. Bastards like him don’t deserve to breathe the same air as you.”

You smiled gently, leaning into his touch. “It’s enough that you’re here. I feel safe with you.”

His eyes searched yours for a moment before he nodded, his thumb brushing your cheek. “Let’s go home. I don’t want you out here anymore today.”

You laced your fingers with his, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. As the two of you walked away from the market, Sanemi’s protective grip didn’t falter, and you knew no one would ever dare cross you again with him by your side.

Giyuu

The quiet serenity of the village market was one of the reasons you loved accompanying Giyuu here. The hustle and bustle of people bartering and chatting didn’t seem to faze him, though he always kept close, his quiet presence a constant reassurance. You were admiring a display of freshly picked fruit when the unexpected happened.

A rough hand groped your backside, and a loud, mocking voice followed. “Not bad for a little housewife. What’s it like being tied down, huh?”

Your breath caught in your throat as you spun around, shock and indignation burning in your chest. The man who had the audacity to touch you stood there, grinning as if he had done something clever.

Before you could even process your response, Giyuu was there, stepping between you and the man. His movements were so swift and silent that the offender didn’t notice him until the air turned icy.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Giyuu’s voice was calm—too calm—but his dark blue eyes bore into the man with a chilling intensity that made the air around you feel suffocating.

The man shrugged, trying to play it off. “Relax, it’s just a bit of fun. No need to get worked up.”

Giyuu tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing. “Fun?” he repeated, his tone devoid of emotion. “Is assaulting someone fun to you?”

The man faltered, but his bravado returned quickly. “Come on, man. Don’t be so uptight. It’s not like I hurt her.”

That was the wrong thing to say.

In a flash, Giyuu grabbed the man’s wrist, twisting it just enough to make him wince but not break. His grip was unrelenting, and his expression remained eerily calm.

“You don’t touch them,” Giyuu said, his voice low and deadly. “Ever. If you think this is a joke, I can show you just how serious I am.”

The man tried to pull away, his confidence quickly dissolving. “Alright, alright! I’m sorry!”

Giyuu didn’t release him right away. Instead, he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that only the man could hear. “If I ever see you near them again, you’ll wish you hadn’t been born.”

Finally, he let go, and the man stumbled back, clutching his wrist as he muttered incoherent apologies before scurrying off.

Giyuu turned to you, his expression softening immediately as he reached out to gently touch your arm. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, though your heart was still racing. “I’m fine, thanks to you.”

His brows knit together slightly, as if the thought of what could have happened pained him. “I should’ve stopped him sooner. I should’ve—”

You placed a hand over his, offering him a small, reassuring smile. “You did enough, Giyuu. I feel safe with you.”

His shoulders relaxed slightly at your words, though the tension in his jaw remained. “Let’s go home,” he said quietly. “I don’t want to stay here any longer.”

He took your hand, holding it firmly yet carefully, as if afraid to let go. As the two of you walked away from the market, his quiet protectiveness wrapped around you like a shield. You knew that with Giyuu by your side, no one would ever lay a hand on you again.

Gyomei

The peaceful hum of the village market was something you cherished when walking with Gyomei. His towering presence always drew attention, but his calm demeanor and the prayer beads wrapped around his large hands made people keep their distance. You often marveled at how gentle he was despite his intimidating size, especially when he carried your shopping basket with effortless ease.

You were examining some flowers at a stall when it happened. A firm hand grabbed your backside, squeezing it unapologetically.

“Didn’t think a giant like him would have someone this soft to keep him company,” the man sneered, laughing loudly.

You froze, shock and anger burning through you. Before you could react, you felt Gyomei move.

He didn’t speak, not at first. Instead, he stood between you and the man, his massive frame casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the offender whole. The man’s laughter faltered as he craned his neck to look up at Gyomei’s face, which was as calm as a still lake—but the air around him was anything but.

“Explain yourself,” Gyomei said quietly, his deep voice like distant thunder.

The man hesitated, trying to muster some bravado. “What’s the big deal? It was just a joke. No harm done.”

Gyomei’s hands, large and calloused from years of battle, tightened around his prayer beads. “You have disrespected my partner,” he said, his tone as steady as a drumbeat. “That is harm enough.”

The man scoffed, though his voice wavered. “Relax, big guy. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Gyomei exhaled slowly, the sound deep and deliberate. He raised his head slightly, his unseeing eyes fixed in the man’s direction with unnerving precision.

“Karma will find you,” Gyomei said, his voice still calm, though an unmistakable edge had crept in. “But if it doesn’t come quickly enough, I will deliver it myself.”

With that, he reached out and gently placed a hand on the man’s shoulder. What seemed like a light touch made the man wince, as if the weight of Gyomei’s presence alone was enough to crush him.

“Apologize,” Gyomei said simply.

The man stumbled over his words, his confidence utterly shattered. “I—I’m sorry! It won’t happen again!”

Gyomei released him and straightened, his serene expression never faltering. “Leave. Now.”

The man didn’t wait to be told twice. He bolted into the crowd, disappearing from sight as onlookers whispered among themselves.

Gyomei turned to you, his demeanor softening immediately as he knelt slightly to meet your gaze. “Did he hurt you?” he asked, his voice filled with quiet concern.

You shook your head, though your hands trembled slightly as you reached out to touch his arm. “No, Gyomei. I’m okay. Thank you.”

He frowned, his brows knitting together as he cupped your hands in his. “You should never have to endure such disrespect,” he said softly. “I am sorry I couldn’t prevent it.”

“You did enough,” you reassured him, squeezing his hand. “I feel safe with you.”

His lips curved into a small, gentle smile. “I will always protect you,” he promised, his voice steady and unwavering.

As the two of you continued through the market, Gyomei kept you close, his presence a shield against the world. You knew that with him by your side, no one would ever dare harm you again.

Tengen and wives

Title: A Flash of Color and Fury

The festival was alive with music, laughter, and vibrant colors. You walked hand in hand with Tengen while his three wives—Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru���flitted from stall to stall, their excited chatter filling the air. It was a rare moment of peace, and Tengen’s booming laughter complemented the joy radiating from his family.

“Look at this one!” Suma called, holding up a glittering bracelet. “Hina, it would look perfect on you!”

Makio rolled her eyes, though a small smile tugged at her lips. “Stop fawning over everything. You’re going to spend all our money.”

Tengen smirked. “We’re here to have fun. Let her enjoy herself!”

You smiled, feeling warm and safe in the lively chaos that always surrounded Tengen and his wives. But the moment was shattered when a rough hand groped your backside.

“Not bad,” a stranger’s voice sneered behind you. “Didn’t think a guy with a whole harem would let one slip away.”

The world seemed to freeze. The shock of what had just happened left you speechless, but Tengen’s reaction was immediate. His eyes darkened, his grin disappearing as his entire demeanor shifted from playful to deadly.

“What did you just say?” Tengen’s voice was calm, but there was a sharpness to it that made everyone nearby stop and stare.

The man smirked, clearly not understanding the danger he was in. “Relax, big guy. It was just a joke—”

Before he could finish, Tengen’s hand shot out, grabbing the man by the front of his shirt and yanking him forward. The stranger’s smirk vanished as he found himself nose-to-nose with Tengen, whose vibrant, flamboyant aura was now laced with fury.

“You think touching my partner is a joke?” Tengen’s voice dropped, low and deadly. “Do you have any idea who you’re messing with?”

Before the man could stammer out a response, Makio stormed up, her eyes blazing. “You disgusting pig! Who do you think you are?!” she snapped, fists clenched.

Suma, usually the most timid of the group, was on the verge of tears—but her voice was sharp. “How dare you do something so horrible?!”

Hinatsuru, calm but cold, stepped closer. “You’re lucky Tengen grabbed you first. If it had been me, I’d have aimed for your throat.”

The man’s bravado crumbled under the combined wrath of Tengen and his wives. “I—I’m sorry! I didn’t mean anything by it!”

Tengen’s grip tightened, his knuckles white. “Your sorry excuse for an apology isn’t going to cut it.” His gaze flicked to his wives. “Ladies, what do you think? Should we let him walk away?”

“Absolutely not,” Makio snapped.

Hinatsuru crossed her arms. “But we shouldn’t waste too much time on him. He’s not worth it.”

Suma wiped at her eyes but glared at the man. “Make him leave! I don’t want to see his face anymore!”

Tengen grinned, though it was far from friendly. “You heard them.” He released the man with a shove that sent him stumbling backward. “Get out of here before I decide to really make you regret it.”

The man bolted, disappearing into the crowd as quickly as his legs could carry him. Tengen turned back to you, his expression softening as he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Are you okay, my love?” he asked, his voice now filled with concern.

You nodded, though your heart was still racing. “I’m fine. Thank you.”

Makio stepped closer, frowning. “You shouldn’t have to deal with scum like that. I swear, people are the worst.”

Hinatsuru placed a comforting hand on your arm. “Don’t let him ruin your day. You’re with us, and no one will ever hurt you.”

Suma hugged you tightly, tears streaming down her face. “I was so scared for you! I’m glad Tengen was there!”

Tengen wrapped an arm around all of you, pulling his wives and you into a protective embrace. “Don’t worry,” he said, his voice filled with warmth and conviction. “No one gets away with disrespecting my family. You’re safe with me—and with us.”

The group stayed close as you continued through the festival, their love and protectiveness an unbreakable shield. With Tengen and his wives by your side, you knew you were cherished beyond measure.

[gothicxreylover]

Can you please make a Yandere male (include females if you want) hashira hcs with a kakushi s/o that repairs their uniforms or clean up after their missions or deliver their swords when it's repaired. Please 🙏

𝕳𝔞𝖘𝔥𝖎𝔯𝖆’𝖘 𝖜𝔦𝖙𝔥 𝔞 𝔎𝖆𝔨𝖚𝔰𝖍𝔦 𝔖/𝔒

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Warning this contains Unhealthily Dynamics, Gaslighting/Emotional manipulation, subtle threats of violence (implied), imbalance of power in relationships, silent threats/ Emotional intimidation, intense/over protective behaviors, jealousy and control, and possessive/ obsessive behavior

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Giyu Tomioka - Water Hashira

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Unsettling Attention: Giyu is quiet and reserved, but when it comes to his Kakushi S/O, he’s very protective. He doesn't speak much, but his actions show an unhealthy possessiveness. He silently watches over them while they clean or repair his uniform, not even blinking when they touch his clothes. It’s almost as if he’s silently marking them as “his.”

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Silent Affection: He will only show affection in small, subtle ways, like standing in the doorway as his S/O repairs his sword or uniform. He watches them like a hawk, and if anyone gets too close, he has a tendency to linger, making his presence intimidating.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Keeping Them Close: Giyu might be a man of few words, but he’s the type to give a barely audible “thank you” after every task his S/O performs. If they’re delivering a repaired sword to him, he might hold their hand for just a little too long, giving them a hard stare as though telling them, “Don’t go anywhere.”

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Obsessive Protection: If he sees anyone even glance at his S/O, he gets cold and distant, staring them down until they look away. Giyu sees his S/O as someone he must protect, but not from just demons—he needs to shield them from other people, too. No one else should touch them or get too close.

Kanao Tsuyuri - Flower Hashira

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Gentle Yet Possessive: Kanao’s emotions can be a bit more restrained due to her upbringing, but when it comes to her S/O, she’s fiercely protective. If her S/O is fixing her uniform or delivering a repaired sword, she watches them with intense focus, feeling strangely possessive of them. She won’t speak unless spoken to, but her gaze is sharp and unwavering.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Small Gifts: After her S/O repairs her uniform or delivers her sword, she might leave them little gifts—flowers, a handmade token, or even a small note with cryptic but affectionate messages. She finds ways to express her affection in subtle, almost secretive ways.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Worrying Over Them: Whenever her S/O goes out to clean up after one of her missions or deliver something, she gets a sense of worry. She doesn’t express it vocally, but you’ll see her pacing, her hands twitching as if she’s resisting the urge to check up on them. She’ll try to act normal, but it’s clear she’s watching from a distance, ensuring that nothing happens to them.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Gentle Restraint: If someone gets too close to her S/O, Kanao’s demeanor will change. She won’t directly confront the person, but a cold, calculating aura will surround her. The person will often feel her presence lingering, warning them that they are trespassing into dangerous territory.

Shinobu Kocho - Insect Hashira

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Deceptively Sweet: Shinobu’s yandere tendencies are masked behind a calm, sweet demeanor. She’ll smile as her S/O repairs her uniform or delivers her sword, but there’s a glint of something darker in her eyes. She finds it adorable when they tend to her belongings—almost as if they’re her personal servant.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ "Grateful" Gestures: Shinobu is too thankful for the little things her S/O does, to the point where it might seem unsettling. After they deliver her sword, she may press a kiss on their cheek or hand, almost as if marking them as “hers.” She enjoys their attention and becomes very clingy once they show any care for her work.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Isolation: She'll often send her S/O out on "errands" or ask them to "stay close" while she's in the middle of something, like tending to patients or preparing poisons. She wants them by her side at all times, ensuring they aren't distracted by anyone else. The idea of her S/O helping other Hashira or speaking to anyone outside of her circle drives Shinobu crazy with jealousy.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Subtle Threats: If someone is too forward or too friendly with her S/O, Shinobu's kindness turns chilling. She'll smile and laugh, but her words will carry a sharp edge, warning the person to back off. “I’d hate for you to accidentally hurt yourself,” she’ll say with a soft giggle, before turning her attention back to her S/O, watching them with unnerving adoration.

Sanemi Shinazugawa - Wind Hashira

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Fury and Fear: Sanemi’s yandere tendencies are fueled by his intense anger and fear of losing those he cares about. If his S/O is cleaning up after his mission, repairing his torn uniform, or delivering a repaired sword, Sanemi will be constantly watching them with suspicion, almost as if he’s afraid someone will try to take them away from him.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Forceful Affection: He’s the type who will grab their wrist and pull them close after they’ve done something for him, practically forcing his affection onto them. There’s no subtlety in his displays of need for them; it’s all possessive, domineering gestures.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Unspoken Threats: If anyone else talks to or even looks at his S/O for too long, Sanemi will give them an icy glare. His words are harsh, but there’s a menacing undertone to them. “Stay away from them, you piece of shit. They’re mine,” he’ll mutter, and it’s clear that he will stop at nothing to keep his S/O close.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Extreme Protectiveness: After every mission, when his S/O tends to him, Sanemi becomes possessive to the point of paranoia. He'll try to keep them by his side at all times, and if they get too close to someone else (even in conversation), he’ll act out violently. He’ll hold their repaired sword with a vicious grip, ready to lash out at anyone who threatens his hold on them.

Mitsuri Kanroji - Love Hashira

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Affection Overload: Mitsuri is the embodiment of intense, overwhelming love. When her S/O repairs her torn uniform or delivers her sword after it’s been fixed, she showers them with excessive affection—hugs, kisses, and sweet words. She’s not afraid to show how much they mean to her, but the intensity can sometimes feel suffocating. She’ll follow them around with a huge smile, constantly telling them how much she loves them.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Clinginess: Mitsuri constantly wants to be near her S/O. She’ll hang around while they’re cleaning or repairing things, offering to help in any way she can—though her "help" often turns into her just watching them with a loving gaze. If they ever go off to do something for another Hashira, Mitsuri will insist on tagging along, afraid of losing them or someone else taking them away from her.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Jealousy: If anyone else seems to take interest in her S/O, even if it’s just friendly, Mitsuri’s mood shifts. She’ll become visibly upset, hanging onto her S/O even more tightly, almost as if she’s trying to "mark" them as her own. "You’re mine, right?" she’ll ask sweetly but with an edge, hoping they’ll reassure her.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Constant Praise: After any task they perform for her—whether it’s repairing her uniform, delivering a sword, or cleaning up after a mission—Mitsuri praises them constantly. “You’re the best! I love you so much! No one else could do what you do!” Her overwhelming compliments make it clear that, in her mind, her S/O is her perfect partner.

Obanai Iguro - Serpent Hashira

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Possessive and Silent: Obanai’s possessiveness is subtle but fierce. He doesn’t say much, but his eyes follow his S/O wherever they go, especially if they’re interacting with anything related to his mission—whether it’s repairing his uniform or delivering his sword. His snake, Kaburamaru, might also get in on the act, acting as a silent "guardian" over the S/O, watching them with a snake-like intensity.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Subtle Threats: Obanai doesn’t get angry easily, but his words are chilling. If he notices anyone else speaking to his S/O for too long, he might approach quietly, his voice cold and detached as he asks, "Is there a problem here?" His tone is polite but leaves no room for argument, and anyone who crosses him will feel his watchful gaze lingering long after the conversation ends.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Silent Affection: Obanai doesn’t express affection the same way others do. He’ll stand close to his S/O as they work on his uniform or sword, his presence almost suffocating in its quiet intensity. Sometimes, without warning, he’ll place his hand on theirs, gripping them gently but firmly. His actions are possessive, but in his own way, he’s showing his care.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Controlled Jealousy: If someone else does something for his S/O, like offering to clean up or fix their clothes, Obanai’s jealousy manifests in his unspoken silence. He’ll retreat, but his eyes will never leave the scene. It’s clear that Obanai believes his S/O should belong only to him, and he won’t tolerate anyone else intruding on his territory.

Tengen Uzui - Sound Hashira & His Wives (Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru)

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Overwhelming Attention: Tengen, as well as his wives, are incredibly attached to their S/O. When they’re cleaning up after missions, repairing Tengen’s uniforms, or delivering his sword, they’re the center of attention—not just from Tengen, but from the wives too. Tengen’s larger-than-life personality often leads to him teasing his S/O affectionately, while his wives compete for their attention.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Excessive Praise and Rewards: Tengen will often express his appreciation in extravagant ways, showering his S/O with praise and lavish gifts. "You’re amazing, darling! Look at you, taking care of my uniform like it’s nothing!" His wives, too, will join in on the compliments, sometimes playfully competing to see who can be the most "charming" or affectionate with the S/O.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Jealousy and Over-Protection: Despite their "open" relationship, Tengen and his wives become intensely protective when it comes to their S/O. If another Hashira or even a demon slayer speaks too closely to them, Tengen will immediately step in, making a loud, almost theatrical declaration of possession. "That’s my partner! Hands off!" The wives will back him up, making sure no one can get too close to their S/O.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Group Obsession: While Tengen might be the loudest, each of his wives has a unique bond with the S/O. Suma is clingy and emotional, constantly seeking affection, while Makio is a bit more competitive and will try to steal attention. Hinatsuru, the most grounded, might be more subtle but will ensure that the S/O is always near her and that Tengen's boundaries are respected. Together, they form an obsessive but strangely harmonious dynamic around their S/O.

Gyomei Himejima - Stone Hashira

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Gentle but Intense Protection: Gyomei’s yandere tendencies come from a place of extreme, almost paternal love and protection. His S/O may repair his uniform, clean up after missions, or deliver his sword to him, but he sees these actions as signs of loyalty and devotion. He becomes deeply attached and protective of them, always needing to ensure they’re safe and sound. He’ll often find himself watching over them as they work, his imposing figure looming over them but his voice soft and caring.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Silent Obsession: Gyomei doesn’t express his feelings through words often, but his gaze never leaves his S/O. When they do something for him, he might softly murmur, “Thank you… Please, take care of yourself.” He’s almost obsessive in his care, constantly worried about their well-being and ensuring that they’re always at his side.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Extreme Loyalty: If anyone else interacts with his S/O in a way that even remotely feels too friendly, Gyomei will subtly insert himself into the conversation, standing nearby and giving a quiet but intense stare. He doesn't like confrontation but will use his sheer size and strength to ensure his S/O is never out of his sight for long.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ A Quiet Love: Gyomei’s affection is shown in his care. He might not be as outwardly intense as others, but he’ll go out of his way to ensure that his S/O’s work is appreciated, whether it’s helping them with tasks or ensuring they’re well-rested after a long day. His love is possessive in that it never allows them to feel free from his watchful gaze.

Muichiro Tokito - Mist Hashira

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Detached Yet Obsessive: Muichiro’s yandere tendencies are often buried beneath his distracted, aloof personality. While he might not openly express affection, he becomes uncomfortably possessive when it comes to his S/O. When they repair his uniform or clean up after his mission, he watches them with a cold, unfocused gaze, not saying much but always keeping an eye on them.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Silent Possession: Muichiro doesn't speak much, but his actions make it clear that his S/O belongs to him. If they ever leave the room to deliver something for another Hashira or work on someone else’s gear, he’ll get agitated, standing up and silently following them to make sure no one else interacts with them. He doesn’t understand why it bothers him, but it does.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Staring and Silent Obsession: Muichiro will often stare at his S/O without realizing it, his eyes unfocused, lost in thought. When they do something for him, he’ll become fixated on them for a while, silently watching, occasionally muttering something to himself that’s difficult to understand. His obsession is quiet but undeniable.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Protective without Words: If anyone approaches his S/O too closely, Muichiro’s behavior shifts. He won’t confront them directly but will stand between them and his S/O, his gaze suddenly more intense, as though silently telling them to back off. His protection is indirect but undeniably possessive.

Rengoku Kyojuro (Flame Hashira)

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Obsessive Attention to DetailRengoku is fiercely possessive when it comes to how you care for his things. Every time you fix a tear in his uniform or clean his blade, he watches you with a sharp, unwavering gaze, as if observing every movement you make. He always comments on how well you do it, almost too much, as if praising your devotion serves to remind both of you that you belong to him. "Only you can handle my uniform with such care, my beloved. You're the only one who truly understands my needs."

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Constant Reassurance, Mixed with Subtle Possessiveness.When you deliver his repaired sword, Rengoku will always give you a warm, affectionate hug and a kiss on the forehead. But even in these sweet moments, there's an underlying intensity in his gaze. He’ll pull you close, quietly saying, “I need you to always take care of me like this. No one else can.” He’ll often insist on being the only one who can touch his sword or handle his belongings, and any suggestion that others could assist is met with a cold, possessive tone.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Quiet Jealousy, Overprotectiveness. Rengoku doesn't express jealousy in loud outbursts, but when you interact with others in the Corps—whether it's other Kakushi or even higher-ranked members—he’ll subtly insert himself into the conversation. He’s quick to wrap his arm around you or kiss your temple, making it known that you're his. "No one knows how to take care of my things like you do, love. They could never match your level of care." He always ensures that no one gets too close to you, and if anyone offers help, he quickly steps in to handle things himself, though always in a calm, collected manner.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Tangible Evidence of His Devotion.Rengoku’s love for you is intense, and he expresses it through both words and actions. He often gifts you small tokens—like a flame-shaped pendant or a piece of jewelry—reminders of your bond. But more than anything, he treasures your care for him. Every uniform you mend or sword you repair becomes a symbol of your loyalty, a silent pact between you two. If you ever suggest taking a break or focusing on something else, Rengoku will quickly remind you, “It’s because of your care that I’m strong. You are irreplaceable to me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

I hope you like it!

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WHAT THE FREAK IS THIS😭😭

Dw I have a Nikolai fanfic coming up

ngl writing reader insert stuff feels like this

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Can you do a Yandere male hashiras coming home and meeting their s/o distraught and crying cause they thought they were dead. Maybe they were gone for 4 or 7 months.

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Hope you enjoy this! Thank you for your request! As you can tell I’m running out of gifs for these characters lol. I didn’t do Muichiro as I didn’t know what to write for him. And no headcanons for Obanai I only had motivation to do a small story.

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જ⁀➴ Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi storms into your home just before nightfall, his haori tattered, his arms and legs covered in bandages. His survival is a miracle, but he doesn’t consider how his prolonged absence has affected you. He barely has time to set down his sword before he hears your choked sobs. Following the sound, he freezes when he sees you sitting on the floor, your face buried in your hands.

When you lift your head, your red, swollen eyes meet his. “Sanemi… is it really you?” you whisper, your voice trembling with disbelief. He doesn’t answer at first. He’s too overwhelmed by the sight of you like this—frail, broken, crying because of him.

“You’re such a damn idiot,” he growls, though the anger in his voice is directed at himself. He strides forward and pulls you to your feet, his grip firm but not unkind. “What the hell made you think I’d leave you like that? You think I’d let myself die knowing you’re waiting here for me?”

Your tears don’t stop, and neither does his frantic need to reassure you. Sanemi holds you close, pressing his lips to your forehead. “You’re mine, and nothing in this world can take me away from you.” His voice shakes, his usual harshness softened by a vulnerability he rarely shows.

Headcanons:

• Sanemi becomes obsessive about keeping you informed when he’s on missions. If he’s going to be late returning, he’ll send messages through crow, no matter how inconvenient it is.

• He becomes hyper-vigilant about your safety, rarely letting you leave the house without him.

• His possessiveness worsens after this, and he gets irritated when others try to console you. Only he can comfort you properly.

જ⁀➴ Giyuu Tomioka

Giyuu enters silently, as is his nature, his footsteps almost imperceptible. When he sees you trembling on the floor, clutching one of his old haoris like a lifeline, his chest tightens painfully. “You’re back,” you gasp when you notice him, stumbling to your feet and throwing yourself into his arms.

Giyuu stiffens at first, not out of reluctance but because of how deeply your pain affects him. “I thought you were gone,” you sob against his chest. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

His arms wrap around you slowly, his hold growing firmer with each passing second. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible. “I didn’t mean to make you think that.” His guilt is overwhelming. He didn’t realize how much his absence would hurt you, but now that he sees the aftermath, he swears he’ll never put you through it again.

“I’ll never leave you,” he says, his tone as unyielding as steel. He cradles your face in his hands, his eyes filled with an intensity that borders on obsession. “You’re all I have, and I won’t let anything take me from you.”

Headcanons:

• Giyuu starts writing you letters during long missions, even if he doesn’t know how to express his feelings well.

• He insists on you staying close to home, where he knows you’re safe. If you have to leave, he’ll silently follow you from the shadows.

• He becomes clingier in subtle ways, often lingering around you without saying much but refusing to leave your side.

જ⁀➴ Kyojuro Rengoku

The sound of your crying reaches Kyojuro before he even steps inside. His heart, usually blazing with confidence, falters for a moment. When he enters the room and sees you kneeling by the hearth, your face buried in your hands, he rushes to your side without hesitation.

“My love, what’s wrong?” he asks, though the answer becomes clear when you lift your tear-streaked face. “I thought I lost you, Kyojuro. Seven months… no word… I thought you were dead!”

His eyes widen, and for a moment, he’s silent. Then, he pulls you into a fierce embrace, his strong arms enveloping you entirely. “I am so sorry,” he whispers, his usually booming voice trembling. “I didn’t realize how much my absence would hurt you.”

Kyojuro tilts your chin up to meet his gaze, his fiery eyes burning with a mix of guilt and determination. “I am alive, and I will always come back to you. You are the flame that keeps me going.” His voice is full of conviction, a promise etched in every word.

Headcanons:

• Kyojuro starts planning shorter missions or taking you along to nearby towns when possible.

• He showers you with small tokens of affection, from flowers to handmade charms, to remind you of him when he’s away.

• His protective streak intensifies, and he begins training you in basic self-defense, even if you protest.

જ⁀➴ Gyomei Himejima

Gyomei hears your quiet sobs as soon as he steps onto the porch. His sensitive hearing and heightened senses pick up every tremble in your voice, and it stops him in his tracks. “(Y/N)?” he calls softly, his deep voice filled with concern.

You look up from where you’ve been kneeling, clutching a prayer bead bracelet he once gave you. When you see his towering figure in the doorway, your breath catches, and fresh tears spill down your cheeks. “You’re alive…”

Gyomei kneels before you, his large hands cupping your face with the utmost gentleness. “Why are you crying, my love?” he asks, though the answer dawns on him as he feels your trembling hands grasp his.

“I thought you were gone,” you whisper, your voice cracking. “I thought I’d lost you forever.”

His own eyes glisten with unshed tears as he pulls you into his arms, holding you as if you’re the most precious thing in the world. “I am here,” he says, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “I am alive, and I will always return to you. You are my reason to fight, to survive.”

Headcanons:

• Gyomei begins praying with you every morning and night, offering thanks for your safety and his ability to return to you.

• He becomes even more attentive, often carrying you to bed when you fall asleep in his arms, whispering reassurances.

• He starts wearing charms or tokens you give him, seeing them as symbols of your bond and a source of strength.

જ⁀➴ Tengen Uzui

Tengen bursts through the door, expecting you to greet him with relief and joy, but the sight of you sitting on the floor, tear-streaked and shaking, halts him. “What’s this?” he asks, dropping his flashy façade immediately as he kneels beside you.

“Tengen…” You look at him as though you’re seeing a ghost. “I thought you were dead. Seven months… I thought you weren’t coming back.”

His jaw tightens, and his normally flamboyant expression turns serious. “Do you really think something as unflashy as death could stop me from coming back to you?” he says, his voice lower than usual. He pulls you into his lap, his hands resting on your back as he lets you cry against his chest.

“You mean everything to me,” he says, his tone uncharacteristically soft. “I’ll never let you feel this way again. I’ll find a way to stay connected to you, no matter what it takes.”

Headcanons:

• Tengen insists on keeping you in the loop about his missions, even if it means bending Demon Slayer Corps protocols.

• He becomes more physically affectionate, constantly touching your hand, shoulder, or face as if to reassure himself you’re still there.

• His yandere tendencies manifest in controlling who you interact with, believing only he can truly protect and care for you.

This detailed portrayal highlights each Hashira’s unique reaction to their s/o’s emotional breakdown, showcasing their yandere tendencies in ways that fit their personalities. Each is overwhelmed by guilt but uses that guilt to fuel their determination to never let you feel that kind of despair again.

જ⁀➴ Obanai Iguro

Obanai stepped into the house just as the sun dipped below the horizon, the faint golden glow of dusk casting long shadows across the walls. His footsteps were light and deliberate, but the heaviness in his chest made every step feel like a mountain to climb. Months of hunting down demons, with barely enough time to sleep or recover, had left him drained. Yet, none of that prepared him for what awaited him inside.

The sound of muffled sobbing pierced his senses like a blade. His body went rigid, Kaburamaru tightening slightly around his shoulders as his mismatched eyes flicked toward the sound. He followed it, his pulse quickening with each step.

When he reached the main room, he stopped dead in his tracks. You were kneeling on the floor, clutching one of his discarded haoris to your chest. Your body shook with silent sobs, your face hidden behind trembling hands.

For a moment, Obanai couldn’t move. Seeing you so vulnerable, so broken, stirred something deep within him. Guilt? Pain? Anger? He didn’t know what it was, but the sight of your tears ignited a fierce need to claim you, to ensure no one else would ever make you feel this way—not even the world itself.

“(Y/N),” he finally said, his voice low but steady.

Your sobs stopped abruptly, and you froze, your hands lowering slightly to reveal your tear-streaked face. When your eyes met his, disbelief flooded your expression. “Obanai?” you whispered, your voice cracking. “You’re… you’re alive?”

He tilted his head slightly, Kaburamaru shifting in response to his unease. “Why wouldn’t I be?” His tone was calm, but the undercurrent of possessiveness was unmistakable.

The dam broke, and you stumbled to your feet, throwing yourself into his arms. “I thought… I thought you were dead! Seven months… no word… I thought I lost you!”

Obanai stiffened for a moment before his arms came up to wrap around you. His grip was firm, almost desperate, as if he feared you might vanish if he let go. “I’m here,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple. “I would never leave you like that. Never.”

Your hands clung to his uniform, your body trembling against his. “You don’t understand,” you sobbed. “I waited every day, praying you’d come back. When the weeks turned into months, I thought… I thought I’d never see you again.”

His jaw tightened, the words cutting deeper than any wound. The thought of you suffering, believing he was gone, stirred a dark possessiveness within him. He cupped your face, forcing you to look at him, his mismatched eyes blazing with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice low and unyielding. “Nothing—no demon, no mission, no god—can take me from you. Do you understand?”

Your tears didn’t stop, but you nodded, overwhelmed by the raw emotion in his gaze. He pressed his forehead to yours, his grip on you tightening. “I’ll never let you feel this way again. Never. I swear it.”

The promise wasn’t just for you—it was for him, a vow that no force in the world would ever separate you again.

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I saw that you write Yandere and Demon Slayer and I was wondering if I could request how the yandere Hashira (if you don’t want to do them all then just Sanemi, Rengoku and Gyomei) would react to a darling who was abused in their past making them extremely skittish? The reader is very timid and is always on edge. How would the Hashira deal with such a delicate s/o?

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Hello thank you for your request!I couldn’t help myself and write every hashiras that I could remember. I was going to put pictures but tumblr takes forever to upload them and this is my second time trying to publish the story.

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Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro Rengoku was a force of nature, his passionate energy filling every room he entered. But when he met you, he immediately recognized a fragility that made him pause. Your timid, skittish demeanor reminded him of a small bird, wings battered by life but still longing to fly. It broke his heart to see how on edge you were, how you flinched at the slightest noise or avoided eye contact when someone raised their voice.

Kyojuro’s instinct was to protect you with the same fire that burned in his heart. At first, he struggled to reign in his usual exuberance, afraid that his enthusiasm might frighten you. Instead of his usual booming greetings, he softened his tone, speaking to you with a gentleness that surprised even himself.

“You’re safe now,” he said one evening, his amber eyes glowing warmly as he knelt before you. “No matter what happened before, I swear on my life, I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”

Kyojuro’s yandere tendencies emerged in the way he began to involve himself in every aspect of your life. He took it upon himself to ensure you were always comfortable and protected, but his protective nature soon became overbearing. He insisted on accompanying you everywhere, refusing to leave your side even for a moment.

“You don’t need to go alone,” he said one morning as you prepared to run a simple errand. “What if something happens? I’d never forgive myself. I’ll come with you!”

Despite his intensity, Kyojuro’s love for you was genuine. He constantly reassured you with his words and actions, doing everything he could to help you feel safe. When you were overwhelmed, he would sit beside you, his warmth radiating like a comforting fire.

“Breathe with me,” he’d say, taking slow, steady breaths. His large hands would gently cover yours, grounding you in his presence. “That’s it. You’re doing so well.”

On nights when your nightmares were too much to bear, he’d stay awake with you, his voice steady and soothing as he told stories of his childhood or recited encouraging words.

“You are strong,” he would say, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. “You’ve been through so much, but you’re still here. That’s what matters.”

And while his obsessive need to protect you might have been suffocating at times, Kyojuro’s warmth and unwavering devotion slowly began to replace the shadows of your past with the light of his love.

Muichiro Tokito

Muichiro Tokito was quiet and detached, often lost in his thoughts. But when he met you, something in him shifted. He couldn’t quite explain it, but the sight of your timid, skittish behavior stirred a protective instinct within him that he hadn’t known he possessed.

At first, he observed you from afar, his sharp eyes taking in every detail. He noticed how you avoided crowds, how your hands trembled when someone spoke too loudly, and how you kept your back to the wall as if bracing for an attack. The realization that someone had hurt you ignited a quiet fury in his heart.

Muichiro’s approach was subtle. He began inserting himself into your life, offering his help in small, unobtrusive ways. He’d appear out of nowhere when you needed assistance, his calm presence soothing your frayed nerves.

“Don’t worry,” he said one day when you hesitated to walk down a crowded street. “I’ll stay with you. No one will bother you while I’m here.”

His yandere tendencies revealed themselves in his possessiveness. Muichiro hated the idea of you being vulnerable to anyone else. He began following you, not out of mistrust but out of an overwhelming need to protect you. If anyone approached you, his soft voice would turn cold, his expression unreadable as he intervened.

“Leave them alone,” he’d say flatly, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The threat was clear, even if unspoken.

In private, Muichiro was softer. He would sit with you in silence, his presence steady and grounding. When you struggled to sleep, he would stay by your side, his voice quiet as he reassured you.

“I’m here,” he’d whisper, his pale eyes fixed on you. “Nothing can hurt you anymore. I won’t let it.”

Though his possessiveness sometimes made you uneasy, Muichiro’s quiet devotion slowly began to ease your fears. His calm presence was a balm to your restless heart, and in his company, you started to believe that safety was possible.

Gyomei Himejima

Gyomei Himejima’s towering presence was both intimidating and comforting. Despite his immense strength, he carried himself with a quiet gentleness that set him apart. When he met you, he immediately sensed the weight of your past. Your hesitance, your downcast eyes, and the way you flinched at sudden noises all spoke volumes to him.

Gyomei didn’t ask about your past—he believed you would share it when you were ready. Instead, he focused on creating a safe and peaceful environment for you. He spoke in a soft, soothing tone, his words laced with a deep compassion that made it hard not to trust him.

“You’ve been hurt,” he said one day, his voice filled with quiet sorrow. “But you are not alone anymore. I will protect you, no matter what.”

Gyomei’s yandere tendencies emerged in the form of an all-encompassing protectiveness. He couldn’t bear the thought of you being in danger, and his solution was to keep you close. He rarely let you out of his sight, justifying it as ensuring your safety.

“You’re precious to me,” he explained one evening as you sat together under the stars. “I cannot allow anything to harm you—not even your memories.”

Gyomei’s actions were always gentle, but his determination was unshakable. He eliminated anything that caused you distress, sometimes without you even realizing it. A neighbor who spoke harshly to you would mysteriously stop visiting. A place that brought back bad memories would quietly become off-limits.

In moments of fear or doubt, Gyomei was your rock. He would sit beside you, his large hands enveloping yours as he prayed for your peace. His deep voice was a constant source of reassurance.

“You are stronger than you know,” he said one night when you confided in him about your fears. “And I will be your strength until you find your own. Together, we will overcome this.”

Though his protectiveness sometimes bordered on overbearing, Gyomei’s love was pure and unwavering. In his care, you began to feel the cracks in your heart mend, each moment with him a step closer to healing.

Mitsuri Kanroji

Mitsuri Kanroji had always been a warm and loving person, her affection a beacon of light for those around her. When she met you, however, her love took on an entirely new depth. You were quiet and timid, always on edge, and it broke her heart to see the fear in your eyes. She couldn’t bear the thought of someone hurting you in the past—and she vowed to never let anyone hurt you again.

At first, Mitsuri’s boundless energy overwhelmed you. Her bright, bubbly personality and tendency to throw herself into hugs made you flinch, though you tried to hide it. The moment she noticed, her heart shattered. She pulled back immediately, hands clasped to her chest, her eyes wide with concern.

“I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to scare you! I just—oh, I just want to make you feel loved!”

From that day on, Mitsuri did her best to be gentle around you. She toned down her energy, approaching you slowly and speaking in soft, reassuring tones. She showered you with compliments, constantly reminding you of how wonderful you were.

“You’re so brave,” she said one evening, her eyes glistening with emotion. “I don’t know what you’ve been through, but I know you’re stronger than you think. And I’ll do everything I can to make you feel safe.”

Her yandere tendencies manifested in her clinginess. Mitsuri couldn’t stand being away from you, even for a moment. She followed you everywhere, her presence comforting but sometimes overwhelming. If you tried to leave without her, she’d tear up, her lower lip trembling.

“Please don’t go without me,” she’d plead, her voice quivering. “I’ll protect you, I promise. I can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt again.”

Though her possessiveness could be suffocating, Mitsuri’s love was genuine. She wanted nothing more than to see you smile without fear shadowing your expression. At night, when you had trouble sleeping, she would sit by your side, her voice soft and soothing as she hummed a lullaby.

“You’re safe now,” she whispered, her hand gently brushing yours. “I’ll protect you no matter what. I love you more than anything.”

And as her arms wrapped around you, holding you close, you couldn’t help but feel the warmth of her devotion melting away the lingering cold of your past.

Shinobu Kocho

Shinobu Kocho’s sharp intellect and gentle demeanor made her an enigma. To most, she appeared kind and composed, but there was an intensity in her gaze that often went unnoticed. When she met you, it didn’t take long for her to notice your skittishness. The way you flinched at sudden movements, the haunted look in your eyes—it all painted a picture she didn’t need you to explain.

Shinobu approached you carefully, her voice always soft and her movements deliberate. She never asked about your past directly; instead, she offered a safe space for you to exist without judgment.

“You don’t have to tell me anything,” she said one evening as the two of you sat together in the garden. “But if you ever feel ready, I’m here to listen.”

Her kindness made you feel at ease, but Shinobu’s yandere tendencies began to show in the way she subtly controlled your environment. She ensured you were always within her line of sight, often under the guise of concern. If someone upset you, she’d smile sweetly at them, but her eyes glinted with a cold promise.

“Do be careful,” she’d say with a honeyed tone, her smile never wavering. “It would be such a shame if something unfortunate happened.”

Though her possessiveness was subtle, it was unyielding. Shinobu began isolating you from anyone she deemed unworthy of your trust, all while making it seem like she was doing it for your benefit. She justified it as protecting you from harm, but deep down, she relished being the only one you relied on.

At night, when the memories of your past crept in and left you trembling, Shinobu was there. She’d sit beside you, her presence steady and calming as she gently stroked your hair.

“Breathe,” she whispered, her voice like a balm. “You’re safe now. I won’t let anything hurt you.”

Though her obsession sometimes showed through the cracks of her carefully maintained facade, Shinobu’s love for you was undeniable. She would do anything to keep you safe—even if it meant taking drastic measures.

And as the days turned into weeks, you found yourself leaning on her more and more, her soothing words and unwavering presence slowly teaching you what it meant to feel safe. Little did you know, Shinobu was already planning a future where you would never need anyone but her.

Giyu Tomioka

Giyu Tomioka had always been an enigma, his quiet demeanor keeping others at arm’s length. But with you, it was different. You were his solace, the person who reminded him that even someone like him could feel alive. He noticed your skittish nature the moment he met you. The way your eyes darted to every shadow, the way you flinched at sudden movements—it was painfully familiar to him.

It wasn’t until much later, after earning your hesitant trust, that he pieced together the story behind your fear. The bruises of the past lingered not on your skin, but in the way you carried yourself, the way you recoiled when someone raised their voice. It ignited a quiet storm within him—a need to protect you, to ensure no one ever hurt you again.

Giyu didn’t talk much about your past; he knew you weren’t ready to share. Instead, he let his actions speak for him. He ensured your home was secure, often checking the locks multiple times before leaving. He began accompanying you everywhere, his presence silent but steadfast. Whenever you startled, his calm voice would ground you.

“You’re safe,” he would murmur, his eyes soft yet intense. “No one will harm you while I’m here.”

But Giyu’s protectiveness slowly evolved into something darker. The thought of you being hurt or frightened because of someone else was unbearable. He began eliminating anyone who dared to disturb your peace. A rude merchant? Gone. A stranger who looked at you the wrong way? They vanished without a trace.

One evening, you noticed his knuckles were bruised, and his haori smelled faintly of blood. When you asked, his response was clipped. “It’s nothing. Just… doing what I must to keep you safe.”

Despite his intensity, Giyu was careful around you. He would never raise his voice or make sudden movements. At night, when you woke from nightmares, trembling and panicked, he would sit beside you, his hand hovering over yours as if afraid to frighten you further.

“Sleep,” he’d whisper. “I’m here. Nothing will hurt you ever again.”

And though his possessiveness grew stronger with each passing day, so did his gentleness. For Giyu, you were his world—a fragile treasure he’d guard with his life, even if it meant losing himself in the process.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi Shinazugawa was a storm of anger and raw emotion, his demeanor sharp and abrasive. But when he met you, something in him shifted. He noticed the way you flinched at loud noises, the way you shrank into yourself when someone raised their voice. At first, it frustrated him—not because of you, but because he recognized the signs of someone who had been hurt.

It wasn’t in Sanemi’s nature to tread carefully, but for you, he tried. His voice, usually harsh and biting, softened around you. He kept his distance at first, knowing that his intensity might frighten you. But the more he saw of your skittish behavior, the more his protective instincts kicked in.

“Who did this to you?” he demanded one day, his voice trembling with barely suppressed rage. You didn’t answer, tears welling in your eyes instead. He backed off immediately, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—damn it.”

Sanemi’s way of helping was blunt and straightforward. He wouldn’t coddle you, but he would never let you feel unsafe again. He made sure to be the first to step in if anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way. His yandere tendencies began to show when he started following you—at first from a distance, then more overtly.

“You don’t need to go out alone,” he said gruffly. “It’s not safe.”

He didn’t care if you protested. Your safety was more important than your independence, as far as he was concerned. And if anyone dared to mention your past or even hint at hurting you again, Sanemi’s wrath was swift and merciless.

One night, you overheard him talking to someone outside—a low, threatening growl in his voice. “If I ever see you near them again, you won’t live to regret it.” The next day, that person was gone, and Sanemi acted as if nothing had happened.

Despite his rough edges, Sanemi showed you his softer side in private moments. When you were too afraid to sleep, he’d sit beside you, his hand hovering protectively near yours.

“You’re safe,” he’d say, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Not while I’m around.”

Though his possessiveness sometimes frightened you, it was clear that Sanemi’s love for you ran deep. He would destroy the world for you if it meant you’d never have to feel afraid again. And in his own clumsy, fierce way, he began to teach you what safety and love could feel like.

Obanai Iguro

Obanai had always been quiet in his obsession with you. His sharp eyes followed your every move, not because he mistrusted you, but because he couldn’t bear the idea of you slipping through his fingers. When he learned of your past, it wasn’t from your lips—you were far too guarded for that. Instead, it was through subtle clues: your flinch when someone raised their hand too quickly, the way you hesitated to speak, and the haunted look in your eyes when you thought no one was watching.

Obanai didn’t confront you outright. He knew that his intensity might scare you. Instead, he created a cocoon of safety around you. At first, it was small things: warning others to keep their distance, subtly nudging you into situations where you had control, and keeping Kaburamaru curled around your wrist, his comforting weight a silent reminder that you weren’t alone.

But his yandere tendencies began to creep in. Obanai grew increasingly possessive, unwilling to let you out of his sight. When you flinched at the approach of an unfamiliar man in the market, Obanai acted swiftly, his hand tightening on your arm as his mismatched eyes glared daggers at the man.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, his voice soft but tinged with malice. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again. Not even the memory of them.”

Over time, he began to isolate you, justifying it as protecting you from a cruel world. Yet, there were moments when his tenderness shone through—quiet nights where he held your trembling hand, his voice barely above a whisper as he promised that you were safe with him.

Tengen Uzui and His Wives

Tengen’s home was a whirlwind of noise, laughter, and affection. But when you arrived—a timid, skittish presence in the midst of their vibrancy—everything changed. The flamboyant Sound Hashira and his wives were not blind to your pain, and the cracks in your demeanor didn’t go unnoticed.

Makio was the first to grow protective. Her sharp eyes and sharper tongue were quick to cut down anyone who made you uncomfortable. “Don’t look at them like that,” she snapped at a vendor one day, stepping in front of you. “You’re lucky I don’t smash your stall for that glare.” Her fiery nature sometimes frightened you, but she always softened her tone when speaking to you.

Suma was more emotional, often crying on your behalf. “Why didn’t anyone protect you?” she’d wail, clinging to your hand. Though her clinginess could be overwhelming, she was also the first to notice when you needed comfort, holding you close in her arms and whispering reassurances.

Hina, ever the calm and nurturing presence, took charge of creating a safe space for you. She ensured you had quiet moments away from the chaos, always bringing you tea or sitting beside you in silence when words felt like too much.

And then there was Tengen. His flamboyant nature made you nervous at first, his booming laughter and confident stride overwhelming. But he adapted quickly, learning to temper his energy around you. His protectiveness, however, was unmatched. When he learned of your past, his usual playful grin vanished, replaced with an icy determination.

“They’ll never touch you again,” he said, his voice low but seething with anger. “I’ll make sure of it. You’re part of our family now, and no one messes with what’s mine.”

His yandere tendencies revealed themselves in his need to control every aspect of your life. He forbade you from venturing out alone and assigned his wives to accompany you wherever you went. Though the intensity of their protection could be suffocating, it was impossible to doubt their love for you.

One night, as the five of you sat around the hearth, Tengen spoke softly, a rare moment of vulnerability in his voice. “You’re more precious to us than you know. Whatever you’ve been through, we’ll erase it with a lifetime of love. That’s a promise.”

And in that moment, surrounded by their unwavering devotion, you felt a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, you could heal.

[gothicxreylover]

I'm a big fan of your writing so I want to request a Yandere hashira au (except muichiro unless aged up) when s/o abusive and toxic ex (husband/ wife or betrothed) comes to the hashira's and tries to take them back forcefully. Stay safe

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Hello!Thank you for your request and I am here to deliver! I wrote all the hashiras and in Muichiro’s story instead of a romantic relationship you have a toxic friendship and it’s implied that you and Muichiro take on a more platonic bond than Romantic. Anyways that’s all and I hope you enjoy!

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(Forgot to state but toxic ex is switched genders around in some stories)

Kyojuro Rengoku

The tranquility of the Rengoku estate was shattered when your abusive ex-husband arrived, yelling your name and demanding you return to him. You instinctively stepped back, fear washing over you, but Kyojuro’s firm, protective presence moved in front of you immediately.

“Ah, so you’re the one who hurt them,” Kyojuro said, his voice steady but laced with quiet fury. “You have no right to be here.”

“They’re mine!” your ex barked, glaring at Kyojuro. “Get out of the way!”

Kyojuro’s expression didn’t waver. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “No. They are not yours, and they never will be again.”

When your ex tried to shove past him, Kyojuro moved with blinding speed, grabbing their wrist and twisting it just enough to make them yelp in pain. “Do not mistake my kindness for weakness,” Kyojuro said, his voice low and filled with restrained anger. “If you ever come near them again, I will ensure you regret it.”

The sheer intensity of his gaze made your ex retreat, muttering curses as they fled. Kyojuro turned back to you, his expression softening as he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“You’re safe now,” he said warmly. “I won’t let anyone hurt you again. You’re my responsibility, and I’ll protect you with my life.”

Gyomei Himejima

Your toxic ex-fiancé showing up at Gyomei’s temple was a mistake they would soon regret. As they shouted and demanded your return, Gyomei’s calm, towering presence made them falter.

“You’ve already caused them enough harm,” Gyomei said, his deep, rumbling voice steady as he clasped his hands in prayer. “Your actions have no place here.”

“They’re mine!” your ex hissed, trying to shove past him, but Gyomei’s massive frame didn’t move an inch.

“You mistake possession for love,” Gyomei said, his voice filled with quiet disappointment. When your ex tried to push harder, Gyomei grabbed their arm with one hand, his grip firm but not cruel. He effortlessly pinned them in place, his expression calm but unyielding.

“You will leave now,” Gyomei said, his tone as immovable as a mountain. “If you do not, I will ensure you cannot harm anyone ever again.”

The sheer power in his words made your ex flee, their bravado crumbling. Gyomei turned to you, his eyes soft with concern. “Are you unharmed?” he asked gently.

When you nodded, he knelt before you, his hands resting lightly on your shoulders. “You are safe here. I will not let anyone take you from this place of peace. You deserve love and protection, not fear.”

Muichiro Tokito (Toxic Ex-Best Friend)

It was an unexpected and unpleasant encounter when your toxic ex-best friend showed up, shouting about how you’d abandoned them. You froze at their familiar voice, but Muichiro’s protective instincts kicked in instantly.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Muichiro said calmly, stepping in front of you. His usually dreamy expression darkened, his sharp eyes locking onto your ex-friend.

“They’re my friend!” your ex-friend yelled, trying to push past Muichiro. “They owe me! They promised to always be there for me!”

Muichiro didn’t move, his stance as unshakable as a stone. “You’ve done nothing but hurt them,” he said softly, his tone devoid of emotion but carrying an undercurrent of danger. “That’s not what a friend is.”

Your ex-friend lunged forward, but before they could get close, Muichiro’s sword was out, the tip hovering inches from their chest. His expression remained calm, but his voice was icy. “Leave now, or I’ll make sure you can’t come back.”

The sheer coldness in his tone made your ex-friend hesitate, their confidence crumbling. They muttered something under their breath and turned to leave, shooting you a final glare before disappearing.

Muichiro sheathed his blade and turned to you, his gaze softening slightly. “You don’t have to deal with them anymore,” he said quietly. “You’re my family now. I won’t let anyone hurt you, no matter who they are.”

Mitsuri Kanroji

The soft hum of the Butterfly Estate was interrupted when your abusive ex-fiancé barged in, shouting your name and demanding you come back to them. The sound of their voice made you freeze, but Mitsuri’s protective instincts kicked in immediately.

She stepped between you and them, her usual bright and cheerful demeanor replaced by a fierce determination. “How dare you come here after everything you’ve done to them!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and heartbreak.

“Get out of my way, you stupid woman,” your ex spat, trying to push past her.

But before they could get close, Mitsuri’s whip-like sword lashed out, the tip cracking against the ground just inches from their feet. Her green and pink hair swayed as she straightened, her eyes blazing. “You’re not taking them anywhere,” she said, her voice firm despite the tears pooling in her eyes.

Your ex faltered, sneering, “What can you do?”

Mitsuri’s grip on her sword tightened, and her voice dropped to a low, dangerous tone you’d never heard before. “I can make sure you regret ever laying a hand on them. Now leave before I lose my patience.”

The combination of her unyielding stance and the deadly glint of her blade was enough to send your ex retreating. Once they were gone, Mitsuri dropped her sword and turned to you, wrapping you in a tight embrace.

“You’ll never have to deal with them again,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I’ll protect you. I love you too much to let anyone hurt you again.”

Shinobu Kocho

Your abusive ex-husband showing up at the Butterfly Estate was an unwelcome surprise. He barged in, yelling about how you belonged to him, but Shinobu was quick to intercept him, her ever-present smile masking the storm brewing beneath the surface.

“Oh my, what a rude intrusion,” she said lightly, stepping between you and your ex. “I’m afraid you’re not welcome here.”

“They’re mine!” your ex snapped, trying to push past her.

Shinobu’s smile didn’t falter, but her hand subtly tightened around a vial of poison she kept hidden in her sleeve. “Mine? That’s an interesting way to describe someone you treated so poorly,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

When he tried to grab your arm, Shinobu moved like lightning, her blade pricking his hand just enough to draw blood. “Careful now,” she said sweetly, her voice soft but laced with venom. “You wouldn’t want to get hurt, would you?”

Your ex recoiled, clutching his hand. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he hissed, backing away.

Shinobu tilted her head, her smile widening. “I could ask you the same question. Now, I suggest you leave before I decide to test one of my newest poisons.”

He stumbled out, cursing under his breath. Once he was gone, Shinobu turned to you, her expression softening as she reached out to touch your arm gently. “Are you all right, my love?”

When you nodded, she smiled, but this time it was warm and genuine. “Good. You don’t need to worry anymore. I’ll make sure he never comes near you again. You’re safe with me.”

Giyu Tomioka

The quiet peace of Giyu’s estate was shattered when your abusive ex-husband stormed in, shouting your name and demanding you return. You instinctively shrank back, but Giyu stepped forward, his expression as cold and unyielding as the edge of his blade.

“Leave,” Giyu said simply, his hand resting on the hilt of his katana.

Your ex scoffed, glaring at Giyu. “This has nothing to do with you. They’re mine, and I’m taking them back!” He tried to shove past Giyu, but before he could lay a finger on you, Giyu drew his sword, the sharp edge gleaming in the sunlight.

“You won’t touch them,” Giyu said, his voice low and calm, but there was an undeniable threat in his tone. “You’ve already hurt them enough. If you try again, I won’t show mercy.”

The man hesitated, his confidence faltering under Giyu’s piercing gaze. With one final glare, your ex turned and left, muttering curses under his breath.

Giyu didn’t lower his sword until the man was out of sight. Then he turned to you, his expression softening just enough to show his concern. “Are you all right?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

When you nodded, he stepped closer, his presence steady and reassuring. “You’re safe here,” he said firmly. “I won’t let anyone take you away. Not ever.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi had been working out in the courtyard when your toxic ex-wife arrived, screaming insults and demanding you return to her. The sound of her voice made your blood run cold, but Sanemi’s reaction was immediate.

“The hell do you think you’re doing here?” he snarled, stepping between you and her.

“They’re mine!” your ex spat. “She belongs with me, not with some psycho like you!”

Sanemi’s laugh was sharp and humorless. “Belongs with you? You’ve got some nerve saying that after what you’ve done to them.” He cracked his knuckles, his eyes blazing with fury. “Touch them, and I’ll break every bone in your body.”

Your ex didn’t take the warning seriously and lunged for you, but Sanemi was faster. In an instant, he had her pinned against the wall, his hand gripping her throat just tightly enough to make her understand her mistake.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood,” Sanemi growled, his voice dripping with venom. “Next time, I won’t hold back. Get the hell out of here before I change my mind.”

She stumbled away, coughing and glaring, but she didn’t dare look back. Once she was gone, Sanemi turned to you, his expression still fierce but tinged with worry.

“You all right?” he asked gruffly, his hands reaching out to check for any signs of harm.

When you nodded, he exhaled sharply, muttering, “Good. I’m not letting anyone hurt you again, got it? You’re mine now, and no one’s taking you from me.”

Tengen Uzui and His Wives

Your toxic ex-fiancé had the audacity to arrive at Tengen’s estate, shouting about how you belonged to them and demanding you return. You froze, fear paralyzing you, but Tengen’s sharp laugh broke the tension.

“What a pitiful display,” Tengen drawled, stepping out with his wives flanking him. Makio had her daggers ready, Suma clung to his arm for dramatic effect, and Hinatsuru stood calmly with her bow in hand.

“You’re no match for us,” Makio snapped, glaring at your ex. “Get lost before you regret it!”

Suma added, “How dare you show your face here after what you did to them?!” Her voice was shrill, but the protective rage in her tone was unmistakable.

Hinatsuru didn’t waste time with words; she nocked an arrow, her eyes cold. “If you don’t leave now, I won’t miss.”

Tengen stepped forward, smirking. “Listen, unflashy pest. You think you can take my spouse back? That’s ridiculous. They’re part of my family now.”

Your ex lunged, but Tengen’s reflexes were unmatched. In an instant, he had them pinned to the ground, his blade at their neck. “You’ll leave and never come back. Or do I need to make an example of you?”

After your ex scrambled away in terror, Tengen turned to you with a broad grin. “See? No one messes with what’s mine.” His wives surrounded you, pulling you into a warm embrace. “We’ll always protect you.”

Obanai Iguro

Obanai’s obsession with you was a quiet but suffocating thing, his protective instincts always on high alert. So when your toxic ex-wife appeared, demanding to take you back, his first reaction was fury.

“How dare you show up here?” Obanai hissed, Kaburamaru coiling tighter around his shoulders. He stood between you and her, his mismatched eyes narrowing dangerously.

“They’re not yours,” your ex spat, moving to grab your arm. But before she could touch you, Obanai’s katana was drawn, its tip hovering millimeters from her throat.

“You’ll leave now,” Obanai said, his voice low and deadly. “If you try to take them from me, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

Your ex tried to argue, but Kaburamaru hissed, and Obanai stepped forward, forcing her to back away. “Don’t come near them again,” he growled, watching her retreat.

Once she was gone, Obanai turned to you, his demeanor softening slightly. “You don’t need to be afraid. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.” He gently wrapped his scarf around you, a symbol of his devotion. “You belong with me. No one else deserves you.”

[gothicxreylover]

I’d like to thank you for doing an absolutely perfect job on my requests. I hope you don’t mind if I give you another one.

yandere hashira’s plus Aoi x a Tanuki reader who accidentally revealed their true form (which is just a small chubby little raccoon thing) and immediately tries to run away from the scene.

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Yandere Hashira’s and Aoi with a small Tanuki raccoon reader

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Rengoku

Rengoku’s golden eyes widened as you transformed before him. One moment, you were the human-like S/O he adored; the next, a plump little tanuki stood in your place, eyes wide with panic. Before you could dart off, his hand shot out, effortlessly scooping you up by the scruff of your neck.

“Running from me? Nonsense!” Rengoku exclaimed, his voice booming with excitement. He held you up to his face, a beaming smile plastered across his features. “You’re even more adorable than I imagined! This form only proves your uniqueness. I’ll cherish every part of you—every form of you!”

Despite your squirms and tiny growls, Rengoku cradled you protectively, his grip unyielding. “You can’t escape me, little one. I’m your protector, your partner. I’ll make sure you stay by my side, no matter what.”

Sanemi

The moment you shifted into your tanuki form, Sanemi froze, staring at you in stunned silence. The realization of your true form dawned on him, and before you could scurry away, his sharp instincts kicked in. With one swift motion, he caught you by the tail, holding you up in the air as you wriggled and squeaked in protest.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, running away from me?” Sanemi growled, his tone low and dangerous. His lips curled into a twisted smirk. “You think I’d let you go just because you look like… this? You’re mine. Every part of you belongs to me, and I’ll kill anyone who even thinks of taking you away.”

He cradled you close, his grip firm yet oddly tender. “Try running again, and I’ll make sure you can’t. You’re safer with me than anywhere else.”

Giyuu

Giyuu’s calm exterior cracked ever so slightly when he saw your small, chubby tanuki form. His eyes softened, but the moment you tried to scamper away, his hand moved faster than you thought possible, pinning you gently yet firmly to the ground.

“You’re running from me?” he murmured, his voice cold yet tinged with hurt. “After everything, you’re still trying to leave?” He scooped you up with surprising ease, his grip unshakable despite your frantic movements.

“No matter what form you take, I won’t let you go. You’re mine, and nothing—not even your little tricks—will change that.” His tone was quiet but resolute, his obsession masked by his usual calm demeanor.

Obanai

Kaburamaru hissed as you shifted into your tanuki form, your round body a stark contrast to your human guise. The moment you bolted, Obanai’s eyes narrowed, and Kaburamaru slithered forward, coiling around you before you could escape.

“Running?” Obanai’s voice was sharp, his mismatched eyes glinting with dangerous intent. “You think I’d let you disappear? You’re mine, no matter what form you take.”

He gently picked you up, his hands surprisingly soft as they cradled your trembling body. “This form doesn’t change how I feel about you. If anything, it makes you even more precious. But don’t think I’ll let you hide from me again. I’ll always find you.”

Tengen and His Wives

The moment you transformed, Suma let out an excited squeal, while Makio and Hina froze in shock. You darted off, hoping to escape the embarrassment, but Tengen’s reflexes were far too fast. He caught you mid-scamper, lifting you high into the air with a triumphant laugh.

“Flamboyant! Absolutely flamboyant!” Tengen declared, examining your tanuki form with delight. Suma rushed over, practically vibrating with excitement. “They’re so cute! Can we keep them like this forever?”

Makio crossed her arms, smirking. “Looks like you can’t hide from us anymore.”

Hina gently stroked your fur, her calm demeanor masking the possessiveness in her eyes. Tengen grinned. “You’re stuck with us now, little one. Don’t even think about running away—we’ll always bring you back.”

Mitsuri

When you transformed into your tanuki form, Mitsuri’s eyes filled with sparkles. “Oh my gosh! You’re so adorable!” she squealed, hands clasped to her chest.

But as soon as you bolted, she sprang into action, catching you effortlessly. “No, no, no! Don’t run away from me!” she cried, holding you close to her chest. “You’re so precious—I could never let you go!”

Her grip tightened, her cheerful demeanor taking on a slightly obsessive edge. “You belong with me, okay? I’ll take care of you forever, no matter what form you’re in!”

Shinobu

Shinobu’s lips curved into a sweet yet chilling smile as you transformed. “My, my, what a surprise,” she said softly. When you tried to run, she was already in front of you, blocking your escape with a gentle but firm touch.

“Now, now, little one,” she cooed, kneeling to your level. “Why would you want to leave me? You’re even more fascinating like this.” She picked you up with ease, her hands delicate yet unyielding.

“I wonder… do you transform like this often? Or is it just for me?” Her voice was light, but the underlying possessiveness sent shivers down your spine. “No matter. I’ll make sure you stay where you belong—by my side.”

Gyomei

Gyomei’s expression didn’t change when you transformed, but his large hands reached out calmly as you tried to flee. He gently cupped you in his palms, holding you as if you were the most fragile thing in the world.

“There’s no need to run,” he said softly, his voice resonating with warmth and obsession. “This form only makes you more precious to me.”

Even as you squirmed, his grip remained steady. “You are a gift, and I will protect you with my life. No matter how small you are, you cannot escape my devotion.”

Aoi

Aoi’s jaw dropped when she saw your transformation. “What… what are you?!” she stammered. But before she could fully process it, you darted off, your tiny legs carrying you toward the nearest exit.

“Oh no, you don’t!” she yelled, chasing after you with surprising speed. She caught you by the tail, lifting you into the air with a mix of frustration and awe.

“You think you can just run away after showing me this?” she scolded, holding you close despite your protests. Her cheeks were flushed, and her grip betrayed an almost desperate need to keep you close. “You’re not getting away from me. Ever.”

Muichiro

Muichiro’s blank stare lingered on you after your transformation, his usually foggy mind sharpening in that moment. The sight of your chubby tanuki form made him tilt his head slightly, as if trying to understand what he was seeing.

You didn’t wait for him to process it. Panic overtook you, and you bolted for the nearest escape route. However, before you could get far, a gust of wind swept past you, and Muichiro appeared directly in your path, crouching to block you.

“Why are you running?” he asked, his voice soft but eerily calm. His hand reached out to grab you with startling precision, his fingers curling around your small, furry form. You squirmed and tried to wiggle free, but his grip was steady, almost gentle, yet impossible to escape.

“You’re… small,” he remarked, staring at you with wide, unblinking eyes. “But that doesn’t matter. You’re mine.” His tone was flat, but the possessive undertone sent a chill down your spine. “Even in this form, I won’t let you leave. You shouldn’t try to run… it’s pointless.”

Holding you close to his chest, his grip was protective yet suffocating. His gaze remained fixed on you as if memorizing every detail of your tanuki form. “Stay with me. Always. You don’t need to hide or run away—I’ll never let you go.”

Despite his usual distant demeanor, the obsession in his words made it clear: Muichiro was not going to let you escape, no matter what.

[gothicxreylover]

𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖒𝖆𝖏𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖞, 𝖎 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖔 request a yander hashira au when they witness their S/O being asked on a date either by a fellow kakushi or a demon slayer. ���𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑.

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Tw this scenario’s contains- lack of communication, Dangerous Underlying Intensity, Increased Emotional Stress, Pressure to Conform, Potential for Manipulation, Overprotectiveness, Emotional Withdrawal, Tension Through Silence,Subtle Manipulation, Unseen Emotional Pressure, Building Resentment,Cold Manipulation, Toxic Positivity, Sowing Doubt in Your Mind,Extreme Jealousy

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Giyu Tomioka (Water Hashira)

Initial Reaction: Giyu is usually calm and reserved, so he might not immediately show his emotions. However, a sharp, piercing gaze will fall on the person asking your S/O out, and his usually stoic face will harden slightly.

How He Handles It: He won’t confront the person directly but will likely pull you aside, his voice low and almost threatening. “You’re not going to go, right?” The implication is clear: he expects no response other than refusal. If the person persists, Giyu may silently "coincidentally" intervene in their training or mission, making their life uncomfortable without saying a word.

Final Thoughts: He’ll brood over it in silence, his possessive nature simmering beneath the surface. He doesn’t need to say much, as his presence alone conveys his disapproval.

Kanao Tsuyuri (Flower Hashira)

-Initial Reaction: Kanao is calm, but her demeanor might shift slightly when she sees someone approach you. She’s not as outwardly aggressive as some of the others, but her eyes will narrow. If it’s a fellow Demon Slayer, she’ll simply observe with a quiet, almost calculating look.

-How She Handles It: Kanao will most likely keep her distance but will subtly intervene in her own way. She might casually sidle up to you, her hand brushing yours in a show of possessiveness, or even give a sweet, sharp smile to the person asking you out, silently warning them. She might ask a question that keeps them off balance, subtly suggesting you're already spoken for.

Final Thoughts: Kanao doesn’t need to make a scene—her quiet, icy demeanor already makes it clear that you’re hers. Her jealousy is more internalized, but she will find ways to subtly control the situation.

Shinobu Kocho (Insect Hashira)

Initial Reaction: Shinobu’s reaction is a little more overt, especially since her smile hides such a venomous side. When she sees someone ask you out, she’ll smile sweetly, but there will be an eerie, unsettling edge to it. Her tone will be sweet, but you can almost feel the danger in her words.

How She Handles It: “Oh? What a lovely offer,” she’ll say, her voice like honey, but with a deadly undertone. “I do hope you’ve considered the consequences of courting someone who already belongs to me.” She’ll likely follow the person around, almost obsessively ensuring they know their place—whether that means subtly sabotaging their chances or simply reminding them of her status.

Final Thoughts: Shinobu’s approach is calculated, dangerous, and often underhanded. She’ll play the long game, ensuring that the person who asked you out doesn’t dare approach again, either through manipulation or pure intimidation.

Mitsuri Kanroji (Love Hashira)

Initial Reaction: Mitsuri’s reaction is a bit more obvious—she’s emotional and quick to act. Her eyes will widen with surprise, and her hands will instinctively clench into fists. You might even see her pout a little, her cheeks turning pink with jealousy.

How She Handles It: Mitsuri is the type to get flustered and emotional, but also incredibly possessive. She’ll rush over with a bright, forced smile, clinging to your arm in a way that clearly states you're hers. She might giggle nervously but also throw in a lighthearted, “Sorry, but they’re already taken!” She could become more aggressive if the person persists, even resorting to pulling you away from them.

Final Thoughts: Mitsuri is all heart, and her jealousy would be expressed openly. She’s not afraid to show that she’s protective, and you’ll likely find her being extremely affectionate afterward to reaffirm that she’s your only option.

Sanemi Shinazugawa (Wind Hashira)

Initial Reaction: Sanemi is the type to show his anger immediately. His eyes will narrow, his fists will clench, and his body will tense up. His expression will darken, and you’ll know right away that he’s not happy.

How He Handles It: He’ll growl or snarl, confronting the person almost immediately. "The hell do you think you’re doing?" He doesn’t hesitate to make a scene, getting in the person’s face to let them know in no uncertain terms that you’re already his, and there’s no room for anyone else. He might even drag you away from them, growling something like, "Stop flirting with idiots."

Final Thoughts: Sanemi’s jealousy is raw and unfiltered. He’s not subtle about his possessiveness, and anyone trying to come near you will quickly regret it. He’ll expect an apology, and he might not be too kind about how he deals with the person who dared to ask you out.

Kyojuro Rengoku (Flame Hashira)

Initial Reaction: Rengoku is passionate and quick to act, but he tries to keep things positive. He’ll likely burst onto the scene with his usual enthusiasm, but there’s a possessive glint in his eyes. His booming voice will undoubtedly draw attention.

How He Handles It: With a hearty laugh, he might say, "Ah! I see you’ve caught their eye. However, you should know, they’re already spoken for—by me!" He’ll enthusiastically announce that you’re his partner, likely putting a protective arm around you to make it clear to everyone.

Final Thoughts: Rengoku's approach is brash and confident, but with a deep respect for you. He’ll want to make sure the person understands that you’re off-limits, and he’ll be very direct about it, without the threat of violence. His possessiveness is based on his unwavering belief in the strength of his bond with you.

Tengen Uzui (Sound Hashira)

Initial Reaction: Tengen’s first reaction would be cocky and dramatic, his eyes scanning the person with a smirk. He’d laugh out loud, not in a kind way, but more like he’s amused by the person’s audacity.

How He Handles It: “You wanna go out with my partner?” He’d put on an exaggerated performance, placing his hand on your shoulder and pulling you close. “You’ll have to deal with me first.” He’ll tease and mock the person, making them feel humiliated for daring to approach you, while keeping his tone light and playful.

Final Thoughts: Tengen is a showman, so he might even make it a public spectacle. He’s possessive, but in a flashy, extravagant way. He’ll make sure everyone in the vicinity knows you’re his, even if it means having some fun with the situation.

Gyomei Himejima (Stone Hashira)

Initial Reaction: Gyomei’s reaction is likely to be much more reserved. He’s a deeply spiritual person, so he may not show his anger outwardly right away. However, he will be extremely protective of you.

How He Handles It: His voice would be calm but firm. “I’m afraid they are not available.” He might not raise his voice or make a scene, but his imposing stature and solemn tone would make the other person back off quickly. Gyomei would also keep a very close eye on you afterward, making sure you’re safe from any further unwanted attention.

Final Thoughts: Gyomei is gentle but formidable. He doesn’t need to do anything drastic to assert his dominance—his mere presence makes it clear that you belong to him, and he will act protectively and decisively if needed.

Obanai Iguro (Serpent Hashira)

Initial Reaction: Obanai’s expression would immediately darken the moment he sees someone approaching you, especially if it’s with romantic intent. He has a strong sense of possessiveness, even though he keeps his feelings tightly guarded. His sharp, suspicious eyes narrow, and his usually controlled demeanor gives way to a cold, calculating glare.

How He Handles It: If someone dares to approach you with the intention of asking you out, Obanai’s anger will not be subtle. His first instinct is to step in and *physically* block the other person’s path, his body rigid with tension. “What do you think you're doing?” his voice would be low, sharp, and dangerously quiet, but there’s an unmistakable venom to it. His words aren't a request—they’re an order. Obanai isn’t the type to confront people openly in a loud, boisterous way like some of the other Hashira, but he has a silent, intense way of asserting dominance. He might place a protective arm around your waist, his posture making it clear that you are already taken and off-limits. His expression softens just slightly when he turns to you, his voice still firm but quieter now: “You wouldn’t even consider it, would you?”

Final Thoughts: Obanai’s jealousy is quiet but fierce. He’s deeply possessive, especially because he’s often insecure about his appearance and the way others might perceive him. Any threat to his connection with you would evoke a possessive, almost territorial reaction. Afterward, he’d probably say very little, but his actions would show that he expects to be the one to take care of you and keep you away from others. He may also not even allow the other person to approach you again—through subtle manipulations or just keeping you very close.

Obanai’s reaction would be protective, possessive, and a little unsettling, but beneath it all is an overwhelming desire to keep you safe and exclusively his. He wouldn’t hesitate to assert that claim with his signature coldness.

Muichiro Tokito (Mist Hashira)

Initial Reaction: Muichiro, being a deeply introspective and somewhat oblivious person, might not immediately grasp the implications of the situation. However, upon seeing someone ask you out, his expression would shift to confusion, a small furrow between his brows. He doesn’t quite understand why this is happening, and it would take him a moment to fully comprehend that someone is trying to romantically engage with you.

He would likely blink a few times, the foggy confusion in his gaze slowly turning into a more intense look. It might seem like he's unsure whether the person is joking or if it's some form of challenge to him. When he finally processes the situation, his possessiveness would bubble up in a quiet but firm way.

How He Handles It: Muichiro isn't the kind of person who would outwardly express jealousy through words or harsh actions. Instead, he might simply step forward, his cool and composed demeanor never faltering, but there’s a certain quiet finality in his presence that the other person would immediately pick up on. He might reach for your hand, his fingers lightly brushing yours in an almost reflexive way, and with his usual soft voice, he'd say: "They’re with me."

He doesn’t shout or get confrontational, but his subtle action of pulling you closer—perhaps with just a slightly tighter grip—would communicate all that needs to be said. Muichiro might not be fully aware of the extent of his own feelings, but his actions speak louder than words. His lack of awareness doesn’t mean he’s indifferent; rather, he simply doesn’t know how to articulate it. However, anyone who sees him with you would know that his attachment is already firmly established.

If the person persists or gets too bold, Muichiro’s response might shift to a bit of a more sharp tone, but it's still so muted that it could be easily mistaken for mild indifference: “You should leave.” The way he says it would be unsettling in its quiet finality.

Final Thoughts: Muichiro’s reaction to someone asking you out would be subtle, almost like a mist that silently envelops you. His possessiveness comes from a place of deep attachment that he himself doesn’t fully realize. If you were to try and entertain the idea of going out with someone else, his detached gaze might shift to something more serious, and the moment his quiet but intense nature comes into focus, you’d realize that he doesn't want anyone else near you.

༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻ ༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻ ༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻ ༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻

I hope you enjoyed it!

[gothicxreylover]

Can you do a Yandere hashira where they see their Kakushi darling being attacked by a demon or a demon about to eat them after seriously injuring or poisoning them. Perhaps S/o just finished cleaning up after their mission or some other slayer's mission when they were attacked. Perhaps the demon can be a lower moon and they decide to show off to their darlings to impress them or something when they saved them. Sorry it's so long🥹

Tw these scenarios contain- Violence and Gore,Obsession/Possessiveness,Power Imbalance,Emotional Manipulation,Non-Consensual,Undertones,Potential Coercion,Psychological Distress:

⊹ ☾ ♱ ཐི𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀིཋྀ ♱ ☽ ⊹ ⊹ ☾ ♱ ཐི𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀིཋྀ ♱ ☽ ⊹

Rengoku Kyojuro

Rengoku arrives just in time, his flames blazing brighter than ever as the demon looms over you. His usually warm and uplifting demeanor twists into a chilling intensity as he grins.

“How dare you touch what’s mine!” he booms, charging forward with unrelenting ferocity. Each swing of his sword slices through the demon with terrifying precision, his movements purposeful and grand as though he’s performing for an audience of one—you.

Once the demon is obliterated, he rushes to your side, his expression shifting to one of deep concern. He kneels beside you, brushing your hair away from your face. “Don’t worry, my flame. You’re safe now. I’ll always protect you, even if it costs me everything.”

As he carries you to safety, his heart swells with pride at having saved you. But there’s an undercurrent of possessiveness—you’re his, and no one, not even a demon, will take you away from him.

Shinazugawa Sanemi

Sanemi’s bloodlust spikes the second he sees the demon hovering over your injured form. His lips curl into a snarl, and his presence becomes suffocating. He doesn’t waste time with words—he attacks with sheer brutality, slashing and tearing through the demon with an almost sadistic glee.

Once the demon is reduced to a bloodied heap, he stalks over to you, his sharp eyes scanning your injuries. “Idiot,” he growls, though his voice cracks ever so slightly. “Why’d you let yourself get into this mess?”

He scoops you up without asking, his grip firm yet oddly gentle. “No one’s laying a damn finger on you again. If they do, I’ll rip them apart,” he promises, his tone dark and resolute.

Though he hides it behind his gruff demeanor, he’s secretly thrilled you needed him. In his mind, this proves that you’re meant to rely on him—and only him.

Tomioka Giyuu

Giyuu’s quiet fury is like the eye of a storm as he appears, the demon unaware of his presence until it’s too late. His blade flashes, the water-like movements flowing seamlessly as he dispatches the demon with deadly efficiency.

He doesn’t look back at the carnage as he kneels beside you, his usually stoic expression betraying a hint of panic. “You’re hurt,” he mutters, his voice soft but trembling with restrained emotion.

Without a word, he carefully tends to your wounds, his hands steady despite the storm raging in his chest. Giyuu doesn’t need to say it, but his actions scream, I can’t lose you.

He’ll stay by your side until he’s certain you’re safe, his mind already racing with ways to ensure you’re never placed in danger again—even if it means keeping you close to him forever.

Tengen Uzui

Tengen appears in a dazzling burst of speed, his blades twirling as he cuts down the demon with almost theatrical precision. He makes sure to deliver the final blow in the most “flashy” way possible, smirking as he declares, “No one harms my precious jewel and lives to tell the tale!”

Once the demon is dealt with, Tengen wastes no time in scooping you up, his usual flamboyance replaced with genuine concern. “Hey, hey, don’t go passing out on me. You’re way too important for that,” he says, his voice soft yet commanding.

As he carries you to safety, he can’t help but feel a swell of pride. You’re his darling, and he’s more than happy to remind you—and everyone else—that you belong to him.

Mitsuri Kanroji

Mitsuri arrives in a whirlwind of pink and green, her Love Breathing techniques weaving an elegant but deadly dance as she tears the demon apart. Her tears stream down her face as she fights, her heart breaking at the sight of you injured.

Once the demon is gone, she rushes to your side, cradling you in her arms. “Oh no, my love! Are you okay? I was so scared!” she cries, her voice trembling with emotion.

She kisses your forehead repeatedly, whispering reassurances as she holds you close. In her mind, she’s already vowing to never let you out of her sight again. You’re her everything, and she’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

Muichiro Tokito

Muichiro’s usually dreamy demeanor vanishes the instant he sees you in danger. His movements are swift and calculated, the demon barely having time to react before it’s sliced apart by his Mist Breathing techniques.

He stands over the demon’s remains, his expression unreadable as he turns to you. “You’re hurt,” he states bluntly, kneeling beside you.

As he tends to your injuries with surprising care, there’s an intensity in his gaze that borders on obsession. “I won’t let this happen again,” he says quietly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Muichiro may not show it outwardly, but the thought of losing you terrifies him. He’ll ensure you’re protected, even if it means keeping you close to him at all times.

Kochou Shinobu

Shinobu’s usually serene and gentle demeanor vanishes the moment she spots the demon threatening you. Her smile takes on a chilling edge as she steps into the fray, her Insect Breathing techniques slicing through the air with graceful lethality.

“How rude,” she says with a lilting voice, her tone deceptively light as she delivers the final blow with precision. “No one is allowed to hurt my dear Kakushi.”

She kneels beside you, her delicate hands quickly assessing your injuries. Her eyes gleam with an unsettling mix of concern and something darker as she whispers, “Oh, my darling, you’ve been hurt so terribly. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

Even as she treats your wounds, her mind is already working. She can’t let this happen again. Perhaps she’ll concoct a “special remedy” to keep you safe, one that just so happens to keep you close to her forever. After all, she wouldn’t want to risk you wandering off without protection.

Tsuyuri Kanao

Kanao freezes for a split second upon seeing you injured, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her carefully composed exterior. But the sight of you in danger lights a fire within her. Without hesitation, she moves with incredible speed, her Flower Breathing techniques cutting the demon down with precision and grace.

Her usually quiet demeanor is replaced with a fierce determination as she stands over the demon’s remains, her chest heaving. She turns to you, her eyes wide with panic and worry.

“Are you okay?” she asks softly, her voice trembling as she kneels beside you. Her hands are gentle but urgent as she tries to stop your bleeding or neutralize any poison.

Tears well up in her eyes, and she grips your hand tightly. “I won’t let this happen again. I’ll protect you no matter what,” she whispers, her voice firm despite the shakiness in her tone.

After this, Kanao becomes even more attached to you, her need to protect you bordering on obsession. She’ll always keep an eye on you, even if it means silently following you everywhere. To her, you’re far too precious to ever let go.

Iguro Obanai

Obanai’s blood runs cold the moment he sees you injured and at the mercy of a demon. For a split second, his breathing stops as rage overtakes him. Kaburamaru tightens around his shoulders, sensing his master’s fury.

Without a word, Obanai leaps into action, his Serpent Breathing technique cutting through the demon with swift, precise movements. He doesn’t speak to the demon—there’s no point. It’s already dead in his eyes for daring to harm you.

After the demon is reduced to a lifeless heap, he strides over to you, his mismatched eyes blazing with worry and anger. He kneels beside you, his movements unusually gentle as he checks your injuries.

“You’re so careless,” he mutters, his voice low but trembling with suppressed emotion. His hands linger on your wounds longer than necessary, his gaze locked on your face. “Do you have any idea how much you mean to me? How much it kills me to see you like this?”

As he wraps you in his arms, his tone turns sharper. “I won’t let this happen again. You’ll stay with me from now on. Where I can protect you. No arguments.”

His mind churns with plans to keep you close, to ensure you’re never placed in harm’s way again. He may even go as far as limiting your Kakushi duties or convincing you to quit entirely—anything to keep you safe and within his reach.

Himejima Gyomei

The moment Gyomei hears the sounds of a struggle and senses the demonic presence near you, his usually calm and composed demeanor shatters. Tears already streak his face as he rushes toward the source, his prayer beads clutched tightly in one hand and his weapon in the other.

When he finds you—injured, bleeding, and barely able to move as the demon looms over you—an overwhelming fury washes over him. His usually gentle nature is replaced by an almost divine wrath. “To harm someone so precious to me… Your sins will not go unpunished,” he declares, his voice low and reverberating like thunder.

Gyomei’s Stone Breathing is devastatingly effective. The demon barely has time to react as he crushes it with monumental force, each blow delivered with righteous intensity. Once the demon is obliterated, he immediately drops his weapon and kneels beside you, his massive hands surprisingly tender as they assess your injuries.

“You’re safe now,” he says softly, his tears flowing freely as he cradles you with care. “I failed to protect you… I won’t let it happen again.”

Despite his guilt, there’s an undercurrent of possessiveness in his actions. From this moment on, Gyomei becomes even more vigilant, insisting that you remain close to him at all times. Whether it’s through prayer, his physical strength, or sheer force of will, he’s determined to shield you from any harm—forever.

⊹ ☾ ♱ ཐི𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀིཋྀ ♱ ☽ ⊹ ⊹ ☾ ♱ ཐི𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀིཋྀ ♱ ☽ ⊹

[gothicxreylover]

𝖄𝔞𝖓𝔡𝖊𝔯𝖊 𝕳𝔞𝖘𝔥𝖎𝔯𝖆’𝖘 𝔭𝖚𝔫𝖎𝔰𝖍𝔦𝖓𝔤 𝔱𝖍𝔢𝖎𝔯 𝔰𝖎𝔤𝖓𝔦𝖋𝔦𝖈𝔞𝖓𝔱 𝔬𝖙𝔥𝖊𝔯

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Trigger warning this contains- emotional manipulation, violence, empty threats, possessive behavior, guilt tripping, drugging(?), degradation, forced affection and miss characterization(?)

Gender of reader is gender neutral

Characters that this contains are- Kyojuro Rengoku, Kanroji Mitsuri and Obanai Iguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyu Tomioka, Gyomei Himejima, Shinobu Kocho, Tengen Uzui and wives

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Kyojuro Rengoku

It's a warm evening, the sun setting over the horizon, casting a golden glow across the Demon Slayer Corps' headquarters. The scent of training grounds lingers in the air as you walk back to the shared living quarters after a long day.

You've been distant lately, and though Rengoku has tried to maintain his usual cheerful demeanor, he has noticed the subtle changes in you. The way your eyes avoid his gaze, how you sometimes slip away during meals, and how your words, once filled with admiration and affection, have become strained, almost... cold.

At first, he thought it was a passing mood. But after the third day of this behavior, his concern turns into something darker. Something that burns just as hot as the flames in his heart.

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You enter the shared room, the door creaking as it opens. Rengoku is sitting on a cushion, his posture regal, but his eyes are sharper than usual. There’s a quiet intensity in the way he watches you, like a predator sensing its prey.

His smile is the same, but there’s something unsettling in the way his gaze lingers. He rises slowly, his tall figure towering over you as you approach. His presence is overpowering, and despite his usual warmth, you can feel a cold edge to his energy now.

"Welcome back," he says, his voice smooth, but there’s a faint tremor beneath the surface, a dangerous hint of something unspoken. He steps closer, almost blocking your path.

"Is something troubling you, my dear?" His hand lifts, gently cupping your cheek, but there's an iron grip behind the softness, his thumb pressing just a little too firmly against your skin.

You try to step back, unsure of what to say, but he doesn’t let you retreat. He moves with terrifying speed, catching your wrist in a vice-like grip before you can react.

“Why do you keep pulling away?” His voice is low, and the warmth in it now feels forced, tainted with a darker edge. “Do you not love me anymore? Or is there someone else?"

You can see his eyes narrowing, his pupils flickering with barely contained fury. His gaze burns into yours, and it’s like he's searching your very soul, demanding an answer. Your silence only fuels his suspicions.

He tugs you closer, his fingers tightening around your wrist until it’s almost painful. “Answer me, now,” he demands, his voice rising, but it still holds that dangerous gentleness — as if it’s a command you should obey, as if it’s for your own good.

You try to speak, to explain, but the words catch in your throat. His grip tightens, and his other hand reaches up to thread through your hair, tilting your head back slightly, exposing your neck. His breath fans across your skin, and for a moment, everything is still.

“You’ve hurt me,” he whispers, his voice breaking through the tension. “You’ve made me doubt. I don’t like feeling this way… but you’ve made me.”

You begin to tremble, not from fear, but from the overwhelming intensity of his emotions. He’s not angry, not exactly, but it’s as if something deep inside him has snapped. This need to control, to possess, to keep you close — to make sure you never slip away from him again.

His grip loosens, and for a moment, you think it’s over. But then he pulls you into a fierce embrace, pressing you tightly against his chest. His voice is soft now, almost soothing, but you can feel the heat of his body, the tension in his muscles.

“You’ll never pull away from me again, will you?” he murmurs, the words wrapping around you like chains. “I’ll never let you. You belong to me, and only me.”

You feel his lips brush against your ear, and it sends a chill down your spine. “I will punish you, yes… but only because I love you. I do it for us… for our future.”

His arms tighten around you, and you realize there’s no escape. His obsession, his love, has driven him to this point. He’ll do anything to keep you close, to keep you *his.*

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Though Rengoku’s actions are extreme, it’s clear that he believes in the righteousness of what he’s doing. In his mind, this is not cruelty, but an act of correction. You have hurt him, after all, by distancing yourself from him, and he cannot allow that. The punishment isn’t physical — not in a brutal sense — but rather a form of emotional correction.

For the next few hours, Rengoku talks to you endlessly, making you repeat your affections for him over and over, ensuring that you understand just how deeply he loves you, and how *wrong* it is to push him away. His words are full of intensity, his affection all-consuming, like a fire that refuses to be extinguished.

He’s relentless, not in violence, but in the force of his devotion. He wants you to understand just how far he’s willing to go for you, how much he’s willing to sacrifice to keep you by his side.

By the time the night settles in, Rengoku finally releases you, his expression softening ever so slightly. He gazes at you with something akin to relief, as though he believes everything has been put right.

“You understand now, don’t you?” he asks, his voice calm once more, though the fire in his eyes still flickers like a burning ember. “You’re mine, and I will never let you go.”

He pulls you into his chest again, this time in a gentler embrace, as if to reassure himself that everything is as it should be. You’re his. And in his mind, that’s all that matters.

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Tengen Uzui & Wives

The evening sun is beginning to set, casting a fiery orange glow over the hidden estate where Tengen and his wives live. The garden is serene, a stark contrast to the chaos inside. The household is usually filled with laughter, warmth, and love, but tonight, the air is thick with tension.

For the past few days, you've been distant. You’ve been avoiding Tengen’s attention, slipping away during meals, refusing his usual affections. At first, he thought it was nothing — maybe you were just tired, stressed, or distracted. But as the days passed, the distance between you grew more apparent. Your words were cold, your touches absent.

Tengen’s patience began to wear thin, and the playful teasing he usually offered was replaced with sharp, calculating stares. His wives noticed it too. They’ve been watching — protective of their shared bond with him, and increasingly frustrated with the way you’ve been pulling away.

Together, they’ve decided that tonight, they will show you the consequences of your actions.

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You walk into the main room, thinking perhaps it’s just another evening. The house is quiet, too quiet. No sounds of Tengen’s usual flamboyant boasting or his wives’ gentle teasing. You take a step inside, but the moment you do, the door closes behind you with a soft but final *click*.

The room is dimly lit, with a single lantern casting long shadows on the walls. Tengen sits at the center of the room, his broad form illuminated by the flickering light. His eyes are piercing, cold, and unreadable. He’s no longer the joyful, loud, and boisterous Hashira you once knew. This version of him is intense, focused, and radiates a sense of undeniable authority.

Beside him, standing in a semi-circle, are his three wives: Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru. Each of them has an unreadable expression on their face, though there’s an unmistakable tension in the air. They’ve seen your actions — the distance you’ve been putting between yourself and Tengen — and they’re all just as upset as he is.

Tengen speaks first, his voice low and dangerous, but still somehow full of that confident swagger you’ve come to know. "You’ve been avoiding me," he states, not as a question, but as a matter of fact. His eyes flicker with something darker, something more intense. "You’ve been pushing me away, haven’t you? Even after everything I’ve done for you. After everything *we’ve* done."

You try to explain yourself, but before you can get a word out, Makio steps forward, her arms crossed, her expression stern. “We don’t tolerate disobedience in this house,” she says firmly, her voice like a blade cutting through the silence. “Not when you’ve been given so much love. So much *attention.*”

Suma, who’s usually the more gentle and naive of the group, looks at you with a mix of sadness and frustration. “You... you made Tengen angry. We can’t just let that slide. It’s not fair to him... to us.” Her voice trembles slightly, but there’s an underlying anger she can’t quite hide.

Hinatsuru is the quietest of them all, but the sharpness in her eyes says more than words ever could. She steps to Tengen’s side, placing a hand on his arm, a subtle gesture that solidifies their united front. "You know what happens when you make him feel neglected," she says softly, but there's a chill in her tone that makes you freeze. "We all suffer... and so do you."

Tengen stands up then, slowly walking toward you with a confident stride, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. His gaze never leaves yours as he moves closer, and the air around him feels heavy with a sense of finality. He doesn’t speak immediately, letting the tension build as his wives watch in silence.

Finally, he stops in front of you, his towering frame casting a shadow over you. “You’ve hurt my feelings,” he says, the words dripping with a possessive edge. “I thought you understood how much I care about you, how much we all do. But you... you didn’t even *try* to show us the same respect.” His eyes darken, the intensity rising. “So now, you’re going to learn what happens when you treat us like this.”

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The punishment isn’t brutal, not in the traditional sense. It’s far more emotional, manipulative, and suffocating — exactly what you feared but didn’t know how to avoid. Tengen’s hands grip your shoulders roughly, holding you in place while his wives encircle you, their eyes cold and calculating. Each of them takes turns scolding you, their voices filled with a mix of disappointment and anger.

Makio speaks first, her voice low and threatening. “You think you can get away with ignoring us? That we won’t notice? We always notice. And we always deal with it. You will show us respect. You will show Tengen the love he deserves. If you don’t...” Her fingers trail lightly across your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “Well, we can make it *very* uncomfortable for you, sweetheart.”

Suma’s hands rest gently on your arms, but her grip tightens in a way that is almost unnerving. “Please don’t push us away,” she says, her tone pleading but tinged with frustration. “Tengen’s heart is all we have. All we’ve *ever* had. You can’t just take that away from us. It’s not fair.”

Hinatsuru’s voice is the softest but most dangerous. “If you ever make him feel like this again, we won’t be so gentle,” she warns, stepping forward and resting her hand on Tengen’s shoulder. “You don’t want to see him upset like this. Trust me.”

Tengen finally speaks again, his voice calm but carrying a deadly edge. “You don’t get to make me wait. You don’t get to treat my love like it’s nothing. You belong to me. To *us.*” His grip tightens on your shoulders as he pulls you closer to his chest, almost suffocating you in his embrace. "We *own* you. And now, you’ll remember that. You’ll remember us. Forever."

His wives surround you, their presence looming like a suffocating force. The punishment is psychological. They remind you of your place in their world, that you belong to Tengen, that you owe him your unwavering loyalty and affection. They make you repeat how much you care for him, how much you love him, and how you will never distance yourself again.

By the time they’re finished, you’re left breathless, dizzy, and overwhelmed by the intensity of the emotions you’ve been forced to confront. Tengen pulls away, his demeanor shifting to something softer, almost affectionate, as if the entire ordeal were a test of your love and devotion. His wives, too, smile gently, though there’s a dangerous undertone beneath their kindness.

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Giyu Tomioka

The evening is unusually quiet. The night sky is clear, and the gentle breeze flows through the trees of the Demon Slayer Corps' headquarters. You’ve returned from a long day of training, your body sore, your mind preoccupied. But as you make your way back to your shared quarters, you can’t shake the unsettling feeling that something is off.

The door creaks open, revealing Giyuu standing in the center of the room, his back to you. His usual posture is stiff, and his hair falls loosely over his shoulders. There’s an unsettling stillness about him, a coldness that makes you pause. Normally, Giyuu is reserved, even distant, but tonight there’s something more in his presence.

You step inside, trying to mask your unease, but as soon as the door clicks shut behind you, you feel the weight of his eyes on you. His gaze never wavers, and despite his quiet nature, there’s an intensity in the air — an intensity that makes you shiver.

"You're late," he says, his voice calm but laced with an edge that you can't ignore. His tone isn't accusatory, but it demands an answer, like a quiet storm waiting to break.

“I was training with the others,” you respond, your voice a little too soft as you try to gauge his mood. You don't want to upset him, not now, but you can't help feeling like something is wrong.

"You've been spending more time with them," Giyuu continues, his back still turned, his hands clasped behind him. "More time away from me."

You swallow, your stomach tightening. You’ve noticed Giyuu's mood shifting lately — his unspoken jealousy, his possessiveness. The way his eyes would linger a little too long when you spoke to others. It was subtle at first, but now it’s undeniable. The coldness in his voice now, the way he doesn’t even turn around to face you, makes your pulse quicken.

He finally turns, his gaze sharp and piercing, his face devoid of expression but his eyes full of something darker. "Why do you think that is?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper, yet it feels as though the words hit you like a blow.

You’re confused. "What do you mean?" you ask, though you know exactly where this is heading.

He steps closer, slowly, deliberately, until there’s no space between you. You’re trapped in his cold, unwavering gaze. "I’m the only one who matters to you, aren't I?" His voice drops lower, like a quiet threat. "Tell me. *Am I the only one you care about?*"

You feel the heat of his proximity, the tension in the air palpable. His eyes don’t blink, and his posture remains rigid. There’s no warmth in his presence, no reassurance — only a cold, suffocating weight that presses down on you. His fingers brush lightly against your cheek, but the gesture is distant, as if he's examining you, studying you for any sign of defiance.

"I don’t want to share you," he murmurs, his voice barely audible, the words almost a confession. "I don’t want to see you with anyone else. *You belong to me.*"

The phrase is possessive, a simple declaration of ownership that sends a shiver down your spine. You want to step back, to escape from his suffocating gaze, but his hand suddenly grabs your wrist, pulling you closer.

“Why do you make me feel this way?” he asks, his voice strained, as though he’s battling with something inside himself. “Why do you make me doubt you? Why do you push me away?”

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Giyuu’s punishment isn’t loud or violent — it’s quiet, almost gentle, but it’s more emotionally intense than anything you’ve experienced. The way he forces you to stay in his presence, to accept his interpretation of love, is more a form of psychological control than anything physical.

He pushes you back against the wall, not roughly, but with a firm hand. "You know what happens when you hurt me, right?" he asks, his voice eerily calm, as if he’s rationalizing everything to himself. "When you make me feel like this, like I’m not enough, it’s your fault."

He leans in close, so close that his breath brushes against your skin, and for a moment, you think you see something flicker in his eyes — not just anger, but fear. He’s terrified of losing you. He’s terrified that, despite everything he’s done for you, you might slip away.

"You make me feel like I’m *losing* you," he repeats, his voice thick with emotion. His hand grips your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, to confront him head-on. "And when I feel like I’m losing you, I don’t know what I’ll do." His fingers twitch as if he’s struggling to hold back the need to control, to make you understand just how deep his obsession goes.

"Say it," he demands, his grip tightening. "Say that you won’t leave me. That I’m the only one for you. That you’ll never push me away again."

The way he says it — the command in his voice, the way his hand almost bruises your skin — makes you feel trapped, suffocated by his unyielding presence. There’s no escape, not from his obsession, not from the hold he has over you.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, your voice shaking as the weight of his words presses down on you. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

His expression softens for a brief moment, the edge of his anger dissipating, but only momentarily. “I know you didn’t,” he says, his voice quiet now, almost affectionate, though it’s still laced with an underlying intensity. “But when you pull away from me… it hurts. I can’t stand it.”

Giyuu lets out a shaky breath, pulling you into a tight embrace, but there’s no comfort in it. His arms wrap around you like a vice, holding you in place, as if to make sure you can’t escape.

"You’re mine," he whispers in your ear. "You’re not allowed to leave me. Not now, not ever."

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When Giyuu finally pulls away, he seems calmer, though the undercurrent of possessiveness remains. His eyes still watch you carefully, tracking your every movement, making sure that you understand the weight of what just transpired.

"You won’t do that again, right?" he asks softly, his voice almost gentle, but still filled with that same dark edge. His hands are still hovering near you, as if he’s afraid to let you out of his sight.

You nod quickly, too afraid to speak, your mind still reeling from the emotional intensity of the punishment.

“I’m sorry,” you finally manage to say, your voice barely a whisper. “I won’t pull away again.”

Giyuu nods once, his lips curling into a faint, almost imperceptible smile — a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "Good. Because if you do, I won’t let you go so easily."

As he pulls you back into his arms, you realize that his love, twisted as it is, is all-consuming. The grip he has on your heart is tighter than ever, and there’s no room for escape. You belong to him now — and in his mind, you always will. He can’t lose you, not when he lost so many people he loved.

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Shinobu Kocho

The sun is setting over the Butterfly Mansion, casting long, soft shadows on the well-maintained gardens. The scent of flowers and herbs fills the air, and everything seems peaceful and serene. However, the atmosphere inside the mansion is thick with a tension that cannot be ignored.

You’ve been acting distant lately. Perhaps it’s because of the long hours of work with the Demon Slayer Corps, or maybe it’s the growing distance between you and Shinobu. Her sharp observations have not gone unnoticed. Every time you avert your gaze, every time your attention lingers elsewhere, she sees it. And Shinobu, ever the methodical strategist, has begun to grow suspicious. *Too* suspicious.

Tonight, you had planned to relax together, but she had noticed your hesitance to spend time with her. You were too busy to attend dinner with her. You seemed preoccupied with your own thoughts, even when you shared a room together. To her, it felt like a betrayal. And in Shinobu’s mind, a betrayal must be punished — no matter how small, no matter how trivial it may seem.

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You arrive back at the mansion after a particularly grueling day. You think that you can slip into your room unnoticed, but as you enter the hallway, you’re met with the unmistakable sound of soft, measured footsteps. Shinobu stands at the end of the hall, her face as serene as ever, though there's something in her eyes — a quiet intensity, an unsettling coldness that makes your stomach twist.

Her expression remains calm, but her eyes narrow just slightly, a small detail that would have been easy to miss if you didn’t know her so well. "There you are," she says, her voice soft but carrying a weight beneath it. "I’ve been waiting for you."

You try to smile, to brush off the strange sensation creeping up your spine. "Sorry, I got caught up with a few things," you say, hoping it sounds convincing.

But Shinobu doesn’t smile back. Instead, she tilts her head ever so slightly, her eyes boring into yours as if she’s reading you. "Caught up with *what,* exactly?" Her voice is still sweet, still calm, but the underlying edge is sharp enough to send a chill down your spine.

“I… I just had some things to take care of,” you answer, a little too defensively. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

The corner of her lips twitches upward, but it’s not a smile. It’s something colder. "Oh, but I do worry," she says, stepping closer with each word. "I’ve been *worrying* about you all day. About why you’ve been so... distracted."

You try to step back, but she closes the distance in an instant, her movements eerily fluid, like the strike of a snake. Her fingers lightly graze your cheek, the touch so gentle, almost affectionate — but there’s something unsettling about the way her eyes never leave yours. She’s examining you, her gaze cold, sharp, calculating.

“I’ve noticed,” she continues, her voice lowering just a touch, “that you’ve been *avoiding me*.”

You swallow hard. It’s true. You haven’t been as affectionate with her lately. You’ve been distant. But you never thought it would come to this — you never thought she would notice or, worse, care so much.

Shinobu’s fingers trail down your arm, her touch light, like a breath against your skin, but the pressure builds. "Is there someone else?" she asks softly, her voice carrying a slight bite now. "Someone who’s distracting you from me?"

"No," you quickly say, your voice betraying you with its nervousness. "It’s not like that. I swear, it’s just—"

Her hand clamps down on your wrist suddenly, her grip deceptively strong. "Don’t lie to me," she whispers, her voice now dangerously sweet. "I don’t like being lied to. It makes me... upset."

She pulls you toward her, her fingers digging into your wrist, and with a swift motion, she presses you against the wall. The force of her body against yours sends a shiver down your spine. Her lips are barely a breath away from your ear, and she whispers in a tone so soft, it feels like a lullaby before the storm.

“You’ve been neglecting me, haven’t you? You’ve been avoiding me, pulling away from me. Why?”

You try to speak, but she cuts you off with a sharp, almost cruel laugh. "I think I know why. It’s because you think I won’t notice. You think I won’t see the way you look at others, the way you’re pulling away from me. You think I don’t care." She leans in closer, her lips brushing your ear as she continues. "But I *do* care. I care more than you can imagine."

You feel her hand slide up to your neck, her fingers almost delicately tracing along the skin. "And when I care this much... I have to make sure you don’t forget that." She looks into your eyes, her expression softening for just a moment, like a mask slipping, but then it’s gone, replaced by something darker.

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Her grip on your neck tightens just slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you realize she’s in complete control. “You’ve hurt me,” she whispers, her voice barely above a murmur, but it’s laced with a venom that makes your blood run cold. “You’ve made me feel abandoned. Do you know what happens when you do that?”

You try to speak, to apologize, but she silences you with a soft, almost mocking laugh. "Shh, no words. Just listen."

With one fluid motion, Shinobu pulls away and produces a small vial from the folds of her Haori. It’s delicate, and the liquid inside swirls in a soft, almost hypnotic way, like the poison she’s so skilled in handling. Her fingers caress the vial as she looks at you with an unsettling calmness.

"You know what this is, don’t you?" she asks, tilting her head. "This is a special blend of poison, something I’ve crafted just for moments like this. I’m not going to hurt you... not physically, at least." Her voice is soft, as if she’s talking to a child. "But I *do* need to remind you of something very important, something you seem to have forgotten."

You stare at her, your heart racing. "Please, Shinobu, I didn’t mean to—"

"You *will* learn not to neglect me," she interrupts. “You will learn what happens when you make me feel this way."

With a smooth, practiced motion, she presses the vial against your lips, not enough to force you, but enough that the threat is clear. "Drink it. *It won’t hurt... much.*" Her voice is so calm, so serene, it’s almost like she’s asking you to do something trivial.

You hesitate. “What is it?”

Shinobu’s smile widens, but there’s no joy in it. "Just a little something to help you remember who you belong to. Drink it, and you’ll be fine. You’ll learn your lesson, and we can go back to the way we were. But if you don’t... well, I’m afraid you’ll have to *earn* my forgiveness in more *painful* ways."

Her voice isn’t cruel, but the way she says it makes your skin crawl. This is her version of punishment — a soft, poisonous reminder of who has control, who holds the power. There’s no escape. You have no choice but to comply. If you refuse, you will feel the full weight of her wrath, and the consequences will be much worse.

You swallow, the taste of the substance bitter and sharp, and as it settles in your throat, you feel your vision blur slightly, the edges of your thoughts fading away. She watches you with an almost clinical detachment, but in her eyes, there’s a flicker of satisfaction.

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Shinobu gently strokes your hair as you sit weakly against the wall, your body sluggish, but still functional. The poison isn’t lethal — it’s not meant to kill — but it leaves you dizzy, weak, and vulnerable. You feel like you’ve been brought to the brink of collapse, and her presence is the only thing anchoring you to reality.

"Now you understand," she murmurs softly, almost lovingly. "You *belong* to me. I can’t let you slip away. I won’t let anyone take you from me."

She kneels beside you, her fingers running through your hair as she watches you carefully, like a predator watching its prey. "From now on, remember who you belong to. I won’t tolerate being neglected. Not again."

Her voice softens as she leans closer, brushing her lips against your forehead in a chillingly gentle kiss. "I’ll always take care of you.

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Mitsuri Kanroji & Obanai Iguro

The quiet evening settles over the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters. Most of the other Hashira are either out on missions or retreating to their own quarters. However, in the darkened halls of the headquarters, you find yourself walking nervously toward your room. You've spent the day with the other Hashira, and while you tried to be as courteous and friendly as possible, you couldn't ignore the growing discomfort in your chest. Both Obanai and Mitsuri had become more possessive, more demanding of your attention in recent days. They were always around, always watching, always needing you.

Tonight, you feel it more than ever. You know they’ll be waiting for you.

As you open the door to your room, you’re greeted by an eerie stillness. The flickering light of a candle illuminates the two figures standing in the center of the room. Obanai’s sharp, calculating eyes glimmer from the shadows, while Mitsuri stands beside him, her posture unusually rigid. Both of them are perfectly still, as though they’ve been waiting for you.

The door creaks closed behind you, and in that moment, you feel trapped. The atmosphere is thick with tension, a suffocating weight pressing down on you.

Obanai’s voice cuts through the silence, low and dangerous. “You’ve been avoiding us.” His gaze never wavers from you, his sharp eyes boring into your every movement, every breath.

Mitsuri tilts her head, her wide eyes filled with a mix of confusion and sadness, but underneath, there’s an unmistakable sharpness. “Why are you pushing us away? Why don’t you want to be with us anymore?” Her tone is sweet, almost pleading, but the undertone is possessive, demanding.

You try to explain yourself, but Obanai steps forward, his gaze narrowing. “Don’t lie,” he warns, his voice sharp as a blade. “I’ve seen the way you act around others. The way your attention lingers elsewhere. You think we don’t notice?”

Mitsuri’s expression falters slightly, but she quickly replaces it with a forced smile, though there’s a dangerous edge to it. “Obanai’s right. We can’t let you get away with this. If you love us… you’ll never act like this again.” She steps closer to you, her movements gentle but firm. “You belong to us, don’t you? We’re the only ones who truly understand you. The only ones who will ever love you like we do.”

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Obanai and Mitsuri’s punishments are psychological and emotional, designed to reinforce the idea that their love is something you cannot escape from — that you belong to them, and they will go to any lengths to make sure you understand that.

Obanai moves first, his steps silent but quick, closing the distance between you in an instant. “You’ve hurt us,” he murmurs, his voice chilling in its calmness. “You’ve made us feel… unnecessary. Like you don’t care. Like we’re nothing.” He grabs your wrist in a vice-like grip, pulling you closer. His eyes flash with a cold, almost venomous glint. “Do you know how that feels?” he hisses, his breath hot against your ear. “To be ignored? To be treated like you’re just… replaceable?”

Mitsuri watches the scene unfold, her smile flickering for a moment as she steps closer, her fingers brushing lightly against your cheek in a tender, almost affectionate way. “We’re not angry at you,” she says, her voice soft but laden with an unsettling sweetness. “We just need you to understand. You’re ours. Only ours. Don’t you want to be with us? Forever?”

You feel a cold shiver run down your spine. They’ve both been so affectionate, so kind, but now their possessiveness is taking over. The warmth of Mitsuri’s touch feels suffocating, like a chain wrapping around your neck. You want to pull away, but Obanai’s grip on your wrist tightens, preventing you from moving.

“I want you to remember,” Obanai continues, his voice low, dangerous. “You will never push us away again. Not now, not ever.” He slowly starts to drag you towards the center of the room, his grip unyielding, as if he’s showing you exactly how much control he has over you.

Mitsuri steps in front of you, placing her hands on your shoulders and guiding you to your knees. “You belong to us,” she repeats, her eyes wide and sincere, though they carry an edge that makes your heart race. “You need to remember that. You can’t belong to anyone else. You can’t give your attention to anyone else.” Her voice softens, but the meaning behind it is clear. "If you keep this up, we won't be able to let you go. Ever."

Obanai steps back, watching you closely, his eyes full of calculation. “You’ll learn your lesson now,” he says, the coldness in his tone unmistakable. “Mitsuri will help you understand how much you mean to us.” His eyes flicker toward her, a silent command passing between them.

Mitsuri gently lifts your chin with her fingers, forcing you to look into her eyes. “We just want you to be happy,” she says sweetly, though her words are anything but kind. “We’re the ones who love you, who care for you. And if you won’t love us back the way we deserve, then we’ll make sure you understand.” She looks over her shoulder at Obanai, who gives a slight nod of approval.

Mitsuri’s hands slide from your face to your arms, her grip tightening slightly. Her eyes hold yours in a gaze that’s both soft and predatory, as if she’s trying to possess your very soul. “We can’t let you go. Ever. Don’t you understand? You can’t leave us.”

The words linger in the air, heavy and suffocating, and before you can react, she pulls you into a hug — tight and almost too tight. "You’ll see," she whispers softly, almost like a lullaby. "Once you realize how much we need you, how much we’ll always need you, everything will be okay. You'll never want to leave us again."

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The punishment ends as quickly as it began, but the effect lingers. Both Obanai and Mitsuri stand in front of you, their expressions softening slightly as they take in your weakened, compliant form. You've been physically released from their grips, but the mental and emotional weight of their words and actions will remain with you.

Obanai tilts his head slightly, his voice now softer but still heavy with a sense of control. “You’ve learned your place,” he murmurs, as if the whole scene had been a lesson for you. “Good. Now remember it. You’re ours.”

Mitsuri places a hand gently on your shoulder, her smile returning — bright, sweet, but still hiding the darkness beneath it. “We’ll be gentle with you now. But don’t forget what happens if you act up again. We’ll always be here. Always watching.”

They both stand close to you, as if in a silent agreement, making it clear that there’s no escaping their love. In their twisted world, there’s no room for anyone else. You belong to them — body, mind, and soul.

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Gyomei Himejima

The sun had just dipped beneath the horizon, and the world was bathed in the soft glow of twilight. The distant calls of birds echoed through the mountain air, but there was a quiet stillness that seemed to press against everything in the small temple. The only sound that mattered now was the steady breathing of Gyomei Himejima, the towering and muscular Hashira of the Stone Pillar.

He stood before the entrance of the temple, his thick, calloused hands gripping his war hammer with a firm but gentle hold, his broad shoulders tense with a mix of anger and sorrow. His normally stoic face was twisted into a scowl, the deep lines of his features more pronounced in his current state of emotional turmoil. Despite his imposing appearance, his eyes were filled with confusion and pain as he stared at his significant other, who stood just a few feet away from him.

His voice, when it finally came, was low and heavy, full of the raw intensity of his emotions. "Why? Why did you lie to me?"

Having been caught in a situation that would not be easily forgiven, stood frozen. They could feel the weight of Gyomei’s anger in the air, suffocating, like a thick fog. They had seen this side of him before—his temper, his overwhelming devotion. But this… this felt different. It was colder, darker, and far more dangerous.*

Gyomei’s grip tightened around his war hammer. The thought of betrayal, even if only a misunderstanding or a minor infraction, made his heart burn with a violent, uncontrollable passion. His love for his significant other was deep—almost obsessive. In his mind, *they were his*, and no one else could claim them, not even by a fleeting glance or a misplaced word.

"You... You hurt me." His voice broke slightly, like he was trying to hold back tears. His large, scarred hands shook, but his body remained still. "You... think I wouldn't notice? That you could deceive me?"

He took a step forward, his footfalls heavy and deliberate. His presence loomed larger with each step. "Did you think I wouldn't protect you? Did you think I wouldn't see it?"

His eyes locked onto them, his expression shifting into something that bordered on the edge of madness. "I give you everything, and yet you... betray me?"

You, feeling a tight knot form in their stomach, swallowed their fear. They opened their mouth, but words failed them. There was no justification, no excuse for what had transpired—an innocent interaction with another person, maybe an accidental flirtation or a misplaced compliment from someone else. But Gyomei didn’t see it that way. His mind was consumed by the thought that they had betrayed him, and his overwhelming protectiveness had twisted into something darker.

Gyomei closed the distance between them. His hands—rough as stone, yet gentle as a lullaby when he wished them to be—gripped their arms, pulling them close. There was no malice in the action, only the deep and suffocating need to have them close, to remind them of their place.

"Do you understand what you've done?" Gyomei's voice dropped to a whisper, dangerously calm, as his grip tightened. "Do you understand the pain you caused me?"

You felt a cold sweat form on their brow as they looked up at him, the immense size of the man before them causing their heart to race. His breath was steady, but his eyes—his eyes were like an unrelenting storm. They could see the conflict within them, the push and pull between the man who loved them and the monster he feared he might become.

"I love you." Gyomei said again, as if it were a plea, a prayer. "And I cannot let anyone take you away from me. I will not tolerate this again."

His voice shook slightly, and his body trembled with the effort to maintain control. "If you want to hurt me... then you'll have to suffer with me, too."

With a sudden movement, he let go of them and took a step back. The tension in the air grew thick, suffocating.

"Stay with me..” he said, his voice eerily calm now. "Stay with me, and never betray me again."

His eyes softened for a moment, almost like he was asking for reassurance, like he was trying to find the person he loved amidst the fear he had instilled. "Because if you do… I’ll have no choice but to make sure you never have the chance to hurt me again."

A silence fell between them. The weight of his words lingered, thick and suffocating, as Gyomei stood there, waiting for them to respond. His love was all-consuming, a devotion that would protect them at all costs—yet it also carried the potential for destruction.

Gyomei stared at them for a long moment before his face softened, and he stepped forward, enveloping them in an embrace so fierce it almost felt as if he were holding them together against the very forces of the world.

His voice was barely above a whisper now. "I know. I know, But please… never again."

And in that moment, the line between love and obsession blurred even further. Gyomei’s love was a promise, but it was one that came with a cost—a cost that would demand loyalty, faith, and unyielding devotion.

And for those who could not—or would not—return it, the consequences were far too steep to imagine.

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Sanemi Shinazugawa

The night was unbearably still, save for the rhythmic patter of rain hitting the earth in a soft but unrelenting symphony. The moonlight barely cut through the thick clouds above, casting only faint shadows that danced across the mud-slicked paths surrounding the Shinazugawa estate. Inside, however, the air was thick with an entirely different kind of tension—a storm brewing inside a small, dimly lit room.

Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, stood at the far side of the room, his muscles tense, his eyes wild with the storm raging within him. The rain tapped against the windows, but his focus was entirely on **[Y/N]**, his significant other, who was standing near the door, their hands trembling as they tried to maintain a semblance of control.

His silver hair, damp from the rain, stuck to his forehead, and his breath came out in harsh, uneven puffs. His eyes, which could burn with intensity in a battlefield, now burned with something far darker. There was anger—yes, but also hurt. It was a combination that turned his normally fierce expression into something almost unrecognizable.

"Y/n," he growled, his voice deep, rough, and laden with venom. "Why... why *didn't* you come back to me? Huh?"

Your heart raced, the fear creeping into their chest. They had made the mistake of walking away earlier that day, leaving Sanemi to deal with a mission on his own, something he had made clear *he didn't want to do alone*. It had been an innocent misstep, but with Sanemi, things were never that simple. He couldn’t handle even the slightest perceived abandonment, and now, his emotions had morphed into something much darker, like a storm on the verge of breaking.

"You were gone for hours," he continued, stalking forward with slow, deliberate steps. "Do you know what that does to me? Makes me think you're *leaving* me. Makes me think I’m not enough for you. Makes me think…" His voice trailed off, and his fingers clenched into fists at his sides.

You took a step back instinctively, unsure of what he would do next. "Sanemi, I—"

"Don’t *lie* to me," he barked, his voice rising like a whip, sharp and cruel. "I saw you. I saw you with *them*, didn’t I? Talking, laughing, so *comfortable* with them. You think I didn’t notice?"

His eyes glinted with that dangerous, obsessive glint, the look of a man on the edge, the kind of look that sent a chill through Your spine. They wanted to apologize, to explain, but something told them it was already too late.

Sanemi's fist slammed into the wall beside them, cracking the stone with a force that made the entire room shake. His breathing was ragged as he turned his gaze back to You, his eyes narrowing, wild and full of torment. He was no longer the calm, collected warrior of the Demon Slayer Corps. In this moment, he was a man consumed by jealousy, by the need to possess, by the overwhelming belief that his world—his *love*—was slipping through his fingers.

"*You belong to me,*" he growled, taking another step closer. His voice was quiet now, but there was a terrifying intensity in it. "Do you get that? You belong *to me*. No one else can have you. No one else can even *look* at you."

You flinched, their heart sinking. They tried to protest, to tell him it was nothing, that they hadn't meant anything by it, but Sanemi was already too far gone. He had built his entire sense of self on being strong—on being irreplaceable, unyielding—and to him, the idea of anyone threatening that, even inadvertently, was a betrayal.

Without warning, he seized their arm in a brutal grip, yanking them toward him with such force that you stumbled, caught off guard by the suddenness of it. They could feel his anger in every inch of his body, his pulse quickening as he pulled them closer.

"You don’t get it, do you?" he snarled, his teeth gritted. His other hand shot up to their chin, tilting their face upward so they were forced to meet his searing gaze. "You’re mine, and I will *never* let you forget that."

The tension in his muscles was palpable, as though the very idea of losing them was enough to tear him apart from the inside. His breath was warm against their skin, but his body was rigid, like a coiled spring about to snap. His voice was softer now, almost pleading, but still edged with a ferocity that couldn’t be ignored.

"I love you," he said, his words raw, almost desperate. "But if you ever *do* that again, if you ever make me think that you might leave me... I’ll make you regret it."

You felt the cold sweat trickling down their back, their mind racing to figure out how to calm him down. "Sanemi, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to make you feel like that…"

But he wasn’t listening anymore. He was too far gone. His grip tightened painfully around their chin, and his eyes flickered with a deep, possessive hunger. "You better hope you don’t make me feel like that again," he warned, his voice dark and full of something dangerous. "Because next time, I won’t be so forgiving."

He finally released their chin, but not before his fingers lingered, his touch almost possessive in its lingering presence. Sanemi’s eyes softened just slightly, though the storm within them hadn’t passed completely.

"I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to hurt you," he muttered, the words barely a whisper. "But don’t make me feel like that again, okay? Don’t make me *lose* you."

The rawness in his voice made you feel a pang of guilt, but also fear—fear of what Sanemi might do next time. They had seen glimpses of this side of him before—the part of him that was willing to go to any lengths to keep them close. His love was fierce and unwavering, but in this state, it could also become all-consuming and suffocating.

He stepped back, though his eyes never left them. "If you understand, come here."

It wasn’t a request. It was a command. His voice had shifted back to its usual intensity, but there was still an undercurrent of uncertainty—a man who feared being hurt more than he feared hurting someone else.

You hesitated, but they took a step forward, slowly walking into his embrace, their body trembling as he enveloped them in his arms.

Sanemi held them tightly, his grip firm, almost desperate. "You’re mine," he whispered again, as if reassuring himself. "And no one—no one—will ever take you from me."

As you melted into his embrace, they knew that Sanemi's love was something fierce, something overwhelming—but also something that could easily turn to something darker if they weren't careful. His heart, full of passion and fear, was capable of both great devotion and devastating wrath. And they had just witnessed how far his love could push him.

And somehow, despite the fear, they couldn’t deny that part of them wanted to be the one to keep him grounded, to be the one who could save him from his own destructive need for control.

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I got tired to write more of the characters but I might make a part two for Inosuke Hashibira, Nezuko Kamado, Tanjiro Kamado, Kanao Tsuyuri, Muichiro Tokito, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Genya Shinazugawa, Aoi Kanzaki if I have time. These characters would have a platonic relationship towards reader.

It’s really late right now and I apologize if my writing changed a few times or characters weren’t written correctly

[gothicxreylover]

I LOVED THE NEW ONE OF THE PUNISMENT ONE WITH THE HASHIRAS!

If i can request, can you do where the reader is losing its sanity and is hurting themself and not noticing it. Like bumping into things to the point their more bruises on the reader's body? bc their mind is trying so hard not to be "punish" and losing themselves on sleep bc of nightmare or just stress (no s/h)

Like, i would lose it to and start crying a lot or flinching at their "loving words" tbc

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Trigger warning this contains

Mental health struggles, including stress, anxiety, and burnout

Yandere behavior (obsessiveness, possessiveness, emotional manipulation, controlling actions)

Unintentional physical harm/self-harm (due to clumsiness, sleep deprivation, etc.)

Isolation and emotional dependency/codependency

Self-blame, guilt, and emotional neglect

Psychological and emotional abuse (gaslighting, manipulation, possessiveness)

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Giyu Tomioka (Water Hashira)

࿇ Giyu is generally calm, but beneath that quiet exterior, he harbors a deep obsession and protectiveness over those he loves. Seeing his partner hurt themselves unknowingly would tear at his heart.

࿇ Emotional Reaction: He would remain silent, watching his partner with growing concern. Every bruise would make his chest tighten with a quiet, almost painful rage. He’s not the type to yell or confront immediately, but his eyes would follow them constantly, scanning for any sign of distress. He might not know how to express his care properly, but he would become more vigilant.

࿇ Actions: Giyu would start shadowing them subtly, ensuring they never get hurt again. If he saw them stumble or bump into something, he would immediately step in to steady them, almost possessively, but with the same emotionless face. His hands would linger too long, his gaze colder and more calculating than usual, silently thinking that no one should hurt them like this, not even themselves.

࿇ Mental Strain: He’s the type to bottle up emotions, so watching his partner deteriorate would weigh heavily on him. The nightmares and stress would only cause him to withdraw further, his obsessions growing until his desire to protect them becomes unhealthy. In his mind, the world is too dangerous for someone as fragile as his partner, and he may begin to blame himself for not being able to prevent the situation.

Kanao Tsuyuri (Flower Hashira)

(I haven’t made a scenario for the punishment for her but I’ll make a part two of it)

࿇ Kanao is gentle, but she struggles with her own emotions due to her traumatic past. Seeing her partner lose themselves would probably overwhelm her, making her more emotionally unstable.

࿇ Emotional Reaction: She’d notice immediately when her partner is hurting themselves without realizing it. At first, she’d try to help by gently guiding them away from danger, but seeing them so lost in their own mind would cause her a great deal of anxiety. She would try to act strong, but behind her stoic expression, she'd be terrified. Her protective instincts would take over, and she would almost become hyper-aware of her partner’s every move, afraid of missing something.

࿇ Actions: Kanao might become a bit clingy, wanting to keep her partner close to her at all times. She would insist on watching them while they sleep, ensuring they don’t hurt themselves in their nightmares. If she noticed a bruise, she would be quick to try and tend to it, almost obsessively, as if erasing the pain would also erase the emotional damage. She might even begin to force them into certain routines or actions to keep them from "losing control."

࿇ Mental Strain: The pressure would begin to wear on Kanao’s mental health. Though she’s trained herself to suppress her emotions, the fear of her partner slipping further away would eventually break through her calm exterior. Her fears would manifest in a more obsessive, controlling manner. She might convince herself that if only she were more perfect or more attentive, her partner wouldn’t be suffering.

Mitsuri Kanroji (Love Hashira)

࿇ Mitsuri is warm-hearted and deeply caring, so she would react strongly to seeing her partner hurt themselves in any form, even if it's unintentional.

࿇ Emotional Reaction: The first time she sees a bruise or cut that her partner doesn't even seem to notice, Mitsuri would panic. Her love for them is all-consuming, and the idea of them slipping away or suffering like this would make her heart ache. She would constantly shower them with affection and attention, trying to fill the void of what they are losing inside themselves.

࿇ Actions: Mitsuri would go to great lengths to ensure her partner is never alone. If they bumped into something or bruised themselves, she would almost become possessive, immediately pulling them into her arms and making sure they feel loved and cared for. She’d talk to them in a soothing voice, trying to remind them that they don’t have to suffer alone (it might make the situation worse but she’s trying ) She’d probably even prepare their favorite meals and create an overly safe environment—protecting them from the smallest of stresses, as she can’t bear to see them in pain.

࿇ Mental Strain: Mitsuri’s mind would begin to fracture as she becomes more consumed by her partner’s emotional turmoil. Her desire to keep them safe might cause her to isolate them from the world, thinking that it’s the only way to ensure they don’t hurt themselves further. The idea of them falling apart would terrify her, and she might become more desperate, trying everything she can to "fix" them, even if that means crossing boundaries.

Shinobu Kocho (Insect Hashira)

࿇ Shinobu is usually composed, but her emotions are more complicated due to her darker past. Seeing her partner in pain, unknowingly hurting themselves, would trigger a deep, protective instinct.

࿇ Emotional Reaction: Shinobu would first try to analyze the situation with her usual calm demeanor. However, she would quickly grow more frustrated as she realizes how much her partner is suffering, especially since they don’t seem to recognize it. This would make her feel helpless and angry, possibly even blaming herself for not being able to help them sooner.

࿇ Actions: Shinobu would try to take a clinical approach, using her knowledge to help them, but it wouldn’t be enough to erase the underlying emotional pain. She might become more invasive in her attempts to control the situation—perhaps forcing them to take medicine or sleep at certain times. Her love would push her to try and "fix" them, but she may become overly harsh, pushing her partner into doing things that make them uncomfortable for their own "good."

࿇ Mental Strain: Shinobu’s psyche is already fragile due to her past, so seeing her partner slipping away would exacerbate her internal conflict. Her obsession with trying to fix them would drive her to extreme measures, and she might even begin to manipulate situations in a way that she thinks will keep them safe, regardless of how it affects her partner's autonomy. Her emotional detachment might grow colder, making her seem more calculating than compassionate.

Sanemi Shinazugawa (Wind Hashira)

࿇ Sanemi is intense, aggressive, and has a short temper, but beneath that anger lies a deep sense of loyalty to those he cares for. Watching his partner suffer in such a way would ignite a fierce protectiveness in him.

࿇ Emotional Reaction: Sanemi would have a hard time understanding what’s happening with his partner. At first, he might get frustrated and even angry, not understanding why they keep getting hurt. But once he realizes the extent of their suffering, it would trigger a desperate need to keep them safe from themselves.

࿇ Actions: His approach would be blunt and unyielding. He’d become possessive, not letting them out of his sight. If they got a bruise or injury, he’d rage against the world and everyone around them, desperate to keep his partner from harm. He might get overly forceful in his attempts to keep them calm, even physically restraining them to make sure they don’t hurt themselves.

࿇ Mental Strain: Sanemi’s own traumas would cloud his judgment, and his partner’s decline would make him spiral into deeper self-loathing. He’d blame himself for not being able to stop it, and his behavior would become more erratic. He might even begin to isolate his partner from others, thinking that if they were only with him, they wouldn’t hurt themselves.

Kyojuro Rengoku (Flame Hashira)

࿇ Rengoku is passionate and unyielding, and his love for his partner would be no exception. Seeing them deteriorate mentally and emotionally would tear at him, but he would do everything in his power to help.

࿇ Emotional Reaction: Rengoku would feel a deep sense of urgency, not understanding why his partner is losing control. His need to protect and help would push him to be constantly by their side. His personality would make him try to be optimistic, but he would quietly fear that his partner might never return to the way they once were.

࿇ Actions: He would make it his mission to protect them from the world and themselves. Rengoku might try to be overly positive, encouraging them constantly, but it would come off as forced. He would insist on accompanying them everywhere, giving them constant praise and reassurance. If they hurt themselves without noticing, he would reprimand them firmly but with care, almost treating it like a lesson: "You must not ignore your own well-being."

࿇ Mental Strain: His optimism would eventually falter as the situation worsens. Rengoku would begin to push himself to the breaking point, unable to understand why his partner’s condition is worsening. The thought of them falling apart would haunt him, and he would become consumed by the idea that he might lose them, driving him to become even more protective and obsessive.

Tengen Uzui (Sound Hashira)

࿇ Tengen is flashy, energetic, and thrives on his boisterous personality, but his fierce loyalty and protectiveness over those he loves is deeply intense.

࿇ Emotional Reaction: Tengen would struggle to hide his frustration and anxiety when he sees his partner hurting themselves, even if they don’t realize it. His pride would make it hard for him to accept that someone so strong—someone he loves—is slipping away in such a quiet, internal way. The thought of them suffering in silence would chip away at his usually confident demeanor. While he might try to put on a brave face, deep down, he’d be terrified that he’s losing them.

࿇ Actions: Tengen would be loud and almost aggressive in his attempts to “fix” the situation. If he sees them bump into something or hurt themselves, he'd immediately pick them up, kiss their forehead, and demand they stop being so careless. He might start being overly extravagant in trying to distract them, organizing overly flashy events or buying them lavish gifts, believing that he can pull them out of their downward spiral through sheer spectacle. If that doesn’t work, he might push even harder, insisting they eat, sleep, or train in a way that would "force them to focus"—to be strong again.

࿇ Mental Strain: Tengen is accustomed to being the loud, carefree one, but watching his partner slip deeper into distress would begin to eat away at him. He would feel this intense guilt, thinking that if only he had noticed earlier, maybe he could have stopped it. His pride and the need to "save" his partner would drive him into a frenzy, and his approach could shift from being protective to controlling—perhaps even isolating them from others to ensure they don’t experience more stress. He might begin to blame others for their pain, lashing out at anyone who he believes is causing more strain on his partner.

࿇ This own wives would probably catch on of what is going on and would make it a deal to secure and protect you from any harm. With Suma stuck by your side 24/7 she’ll make sure to be (Forcefully) attentive towards you. Makio would watch you, not wanting to take her eyes off you in any moment. She would probably drag Suma away from you if she sees how uncomfortable you are. She definitely knows that it’s not help your mentality either. Hinatsuru would possibly the most understanding one, leaving you be for how long as you want only to pop in to check on you. She would stay longer is she knew something was ever wrong with your behavior.

Gyomei Himejima (Stone Hashira)

࿇ Gyomei is a gentle giant with a deep, unwavering sense of love and responsibility. He would be profoundly shaken by the idea of his partner unintentionally hurting themselves, especially due to their emotional or mental struggles.

࿇ Emotional Reaction: Gyomei’s intense empathy would make him aware of his partner’s suffering long before they even realize it. His heart would break every time he saw them lose control, even if it was as small as a bruise or a slight injury. The idea that they were so out of touch with their own pain would cause him immense sorrow, and he would feel a deep, almost primal need to protect them from themselves. His silent nature might make it hard for him to communicate how much this hurts him, but he would feel personally responsible for their well-being.

࿇ Actions: He would become extremely vigilant, always watching over them like a hawk without saying a word. If they hurt themselves, he would gently, but firmly, pick them up and tend to their injuries. His large hands would be careful, almost reverent, as he bandaged their wounds or helped them with anything they needed. Gyomei might often leave little handwritten notes for them, filled with kind words, or maybe leave small gifts that are meant to soothe their mind. He would become almost a ghost-like presence in their life—always there, but never imposing, always quietly keeping them safe.

࿇ Mental Strain: Gyomei would quietly start to feel overwhelmed by the weight of his protective instincts. The emotional toll of constantly watching his partner hurt themselves would leave him restless. He might try to hide it, but he would feel constantly on edge, his desire to protect becoming an obsession. His need to keep them safe might lead him to overcompensate by restricting their freedom without them knowing, justifying it as "for their own good." He would begin to believe that the only way to truly protect them is to shelter them entirely from the world, isolating them in a way that keeps them far from stress but also emotionally confined.

Muichiro Tokito (Mist Hashira)

࿇ Muichiro is often distant and detached, but his deep, hidden love would make his partner's suffering all the more impactful. His struggle to express his emotions could lead to confusing and unsettling behaviors.

࿇ Emotional Reaction: Muichiro might not immediately recognize the extent of his partner’s emotional and physical turmoil. His focus on his own mental state would lead to him missing the first signs of distress, but once he realizes what's happening, he would become increasingly concerned. His detachment might make it difficult for him to express this concern, so it would manifest in more subtle, indirect ways. He might feel helpless and frustrated, not knowing how to handle his partner’s deteriorating state.

࿇ Actions: Muichiro’s way of handling the situation might be more passive at first. He might start following his partner around more, not saying much, but ensuring they are always within his sight. He might leave items like extra blankets or snacks in places he knows they’ll find them, showing his care in a way that's not overtly affectionate, but practical. If he sees them hurting themselves, he would simply watch them, his usual calm demeanor hiding his growing anxiety. Over time, his possessiveness might slowly build, as he feels his partner slipping away from him.

࿇ Mental Strain: Muichiro’s own confusion and internal conflict could make the situation worse. As he watches his partner’s mental state unravel, he would begin to feel an overwhelming sense of loss. His detached nature would make it hard for him to express his feelings, and he might begin to isolate them in a misguided attempt to keep them safe. He would feel a sense of possessiveness growing within him, convinced that if he doesn’t hold onto them tightly, he might lose them forever.

Obanai Iguro (Serpent Hashira)

࿇ Obsessive Observation: Obanai is always watching his significant other—often from the shadows or when they think he isn’t paying attention. His eyes are constantly on them, his concern deepening with every bruise, scrape, or scratch that seems to appear out of nowhere. If he sees them walking into something or acting in a way that leads to injury, he’ll silently rush over and catch them before they can fall, though he’ll rarely express his concern aloud. He'll make sure they don't notice how much he’s been paying attention—always feigning indifference but unable to tear his eyes away from them.

࿇ Sleep Deprivation & Nightmares: Obanai knows his partner has been struggling with sleepless nights, plagued by nightmares that they can't escape. In his twisted form of care, he doesn’t truly comfort them—he just observes, hovering near their side, only offering minimal comfort when he deems it necessary. He’ll sometimes linger in their doorway, watching them as they toss and turn, silently hoping they’ll call out for him. If he notices that their mind is unraveling further, he’ll remind them that they *need* him to feel safe, even if it means causing a little more fear to get them to cling to him. His jealousy of their subconscious fears will stir a strange possessiveness, convinced that they’ll never find peace unless they’re fully his.

࿇ Emotional Strain: He sees them withdrawing, internalizing their pain and stress, refusing to let him in emotionally. It makes him feel both desperate and frustrated. The mental strain from their ongoing nightmares or the chaos of their thoughts drives Obanai to a darker place. If they’re not going to allow him to help, he’ll decide that they’re only hurting themselves because they don’t realize how much he can protect them from their own turmoil. He may even start to manipulate the situation, subtly altering things in their environment to make them feel more trapped, so they’ll rely on him even more. The more chaotic their emotions become, the more intense his obsession grows.

࿇ Physical Care: Despite his possessiveness, Obanai does take care of his significant other’s physical well-being, but it’s in his own skewed way. He’s constantly tending to the bruises and wounds, often dressing them with an eerie gentleness that contrasts with his otherwise harsh exterior. If they cry out or wince at the touch, he’ll either suppress his urge to hurt them further or, more likely, become silent, his inner fury building as he wonders why they aren’t fully *his* yet—body and mind. He’ll try to take away their pain, but in a twisted way, it only adds to his sense of control. When they’re asleep (or exhausted from mental strain), he’s the one to cover them with a blanket and stand guard.

࿇ Feelings of Helplessness: There are moments when Obanai can feel a sense of helplessness as he watches his partner losing themselves to their nightmares and emotional turmoil. It grates against his pride. But he doesn’t know how to help them the right way. Instead, his need for them grows, and so does his possessiveness. They’re slipping away from him, and he can’t allow that. In his own unhealthy way, he starts believing that only he can stop their pain—only he has the power to make everything right again, even if it means becoming their emotional cage.

࿇ Possessive Protection: If Obanai notices his S/O unintentionally wandering toward danger (like putting themselves in harm's way because they're too exhausted or numb), his protectiveness sharpens. He’ll drag them back to safety, but he’ll do so with an unsettling calmness. "You're not going anywhere," he’ll murmur, his voice low and firm, as if speaking to a fragile thing that could break at any moment. "I’ll take care of you. I’ll never let you go." His intense gaze would follow them obsessively, keeping them close, watching for any further signs of distress. His mind races with thoughts of how to keep them under his influence, how to be their one constant in a world where they can no longer hold onto anything.

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Sorry if this isn’t really what you wanted I ran out of ideas so I kind of went out of order of what I was writing. Lol

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omg , we can request? can you pleas write about yandere upper moons with a reader that duma or muzan loved first and they beringed her to infinity castle then everyone start falling too? ty~!

Here you go I hope you enjoy! I’m trying to get as much as request done as possible!

The Beginning

Your life had been peaceful before that fateful night. Whether it was Muzan Kibutsuji or Douma who first crossed your path, it didn’t matter. Everything changed once they set their sights on you.

If it was Muzan, the encounter had been quiet and unsettling. His crimson eyes pierced through you, and with a single look, he decided you were his. If it was Douma, the meeting was deceptively warm, filled with a faux kindness that masked his deadly obsession. Either way, there was no escape once their interest was piqued.

One day, you were spirited away to the Infinity Castle, a disorienting void of shifting rooms and oppressive power. At first, you thought it was just Muzan or Douma you had to fear, but it quickly became apparent that the others who lived there—the Upper Moons—had begun to take an interest in you as well.

What started as one demon’s obsession quickly spiraled into a suffocating battle for your attention.

Douma

If Douma was the one who brought you to the castle, his obsession was immediate and overwhelming. He adored you—your voice, your expressions, the way you recoiled from his touch. Everything about you fascinated him, and he couldn’t get enough.

“Ah, little one,” he cooed one day, leaning far too close for comfort. “Why do you keep pulling away? I’m only trying to keep you safe!” His cheerful smile didn’t waver, but there was an unsettling edge to his words.

Douma showered you with gifts—silks, jewels, and even fresh flowers, plucked from the gardens of unfortunate humans. He was desperate to see you smile, to hear you laugh, but your discomfort only seemed to fuel his obsession.

“You’re so lovely when you’re sad,” he admitted once, tilting his head as if studying a piece of art. “It makes me want to protect you even more.”

But you knew that his version of protection was just another form of control.

Muzan Kibutsuji

Muzan’s obsession was cold and calculating. If he was the one who took you, it wasn’t because he needed your companionship—it was because he had decided you were his.

“You belong to me now,” he said one night, his voice calm but utterly commanding. “There’s no need to think of anyone else. They’re beneath you—and me.”

He would dictate every aspect of your existence, from where you stayed to what you ate. Muzan didn’t tolerate disobedience, and his punishments for defiance were swift and terrifying. Though he never harmed you directly, his methods ensured you’d never dare challenge him.

Muzan’s obsession wasn’t about love. It was about possession, about keeping you as a flawless jewel in his crown. But even as he commanded your life, his crimson eyes would soften when they lingered on you too long, betraying a flicker of something deeper.

Kokushibo

Kokushibo didn’t approach you immediately. His stoic nature kept him in the shadows, silently observing you from a distance. But the more he watched, the more his intrigue grew.

At first, he couldn’t understand why Muzan—or Douma—had brought you to the Infinity Castle. You were human, fragile, and so out of place among the demons. But there was something captivating about your presence, something that tugged at his long-buried humanity.

“You are… different,” Kokushibo said one evening, his voice deep and measured. “But this is no place for you.”

Despite his cold demeanor, Kokushibo often found himself intervening when the others’ advances became too much. He would step between you and Douma, his sword at the ready, or silently guide you away from Akaza’s frustrated attempts at conversation.

But his protectiveness wasn’t selfless. Kokushibo didn’t want you to be swayed by anyone else. He wanted your attention to remain solely on him.

Akaza

Akaza’s obsession was different from the others. He didn’t understand why Muzan—or Douma—was so fixated on you at first, but over time, he found himself drawn to your kindness and resilience.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Akaza muttered one day, his usual confidence replaced with uncertainty. “This place… it’ll break you.”

Akaza saw himself as your protector, the one who could shield you from the dangers of the Infinity Castle. He hated how Douma hovered around you, his flirtatious comments making Akaza’s blood boil.

“You’re wasting your time with him,” Akaza told you one night, his voice soft but insistent. “He doesn’t care about you like I do.”

But even as he tried to win your trust, his obsession grew, and his frustration at your fear or resistance began to show.

Hantengu Clones

The Hantengu clones were chaos incarnate, their fragmented personalities pulling you in different directions.

Sekido’s possessiveness was fiery and explosive. “You don’t need anyone else,” he snarled, his sharp eyes glaring at the others. “Stay with me.”

Aizetsu, on the other hand, was quiet and sorrowful. “You look so sad,” he said one day, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s… my fault, isn’t it?”

Urogi delighted in teasing you, his laughter echoing through the castle. “You’re so fun to play with!” he exclaimed, circling you like a predator.

Karaku, ever the flirt, leaned in close with a mischievous grin. “Why don’t you relax, sweetheart? You’re much cuter when you smile.”

Their chaotic attention was overwhelming, and no matter where you turned, one of them was always watching, always wanting.

Gyutaro and Daki

Daki was the first to approach you. Unlike the others, her obsession was more platonic, though no less intense.

“You’ll stay with me forever, won’t you?” she asked, her voice wavering with desperation. She clung to your arm like a child afraid of losing their favorite toy.

Daki loved the way you treated her gently, as though she were human again. She soaked up your affection like a flower basking in sunlight.

Gyutaro, however, was more skeptical. “Why are you so nice to her?” he hissed, his jealousy barely concealed. “You’re just pretending, aren’t you?”

Despite his suspicions, Gyutaro couldn’t help but feel drawn to your kindness as well. It was a foreign, almost painful sensation, but one he couldn’t ignore.

Nakime

Nakime rarely spoke, but her presence was always felt. Her control over the Infinity Castle allowed her to monitor you constantly, her silent gaze following your every move.

If you ever tried to escape, Nakime was the one to find you. Her koto would echo through the halls as the rooms shifted, trapping you in an endless maze.

“You cannot leave,” she said simply, her voice calm but final. “This is where you belong.”

Her obsession was quiet, but it was no less suffocating.

The Weight of Their Obsession

No matter where you turned, there was no escape from their attention. Douma’s playful flirtations, Muzan’s cold possessiveness, Kokushibo’s silent watchfulness, and the chaotic obsession of the others—it was all too much.

The Infinity Castle became your prison, and their love became your chains.

But no matter how much they claimed to love you, you couldn’t bring yourself to love them back. You couldn’t forget the life you’d lost, the freedom that had been stolen from you.

And as their obsession grew, so did your despair.

[gothicxreylover]

Yandere giant hashira Au x tiny reader

(Basically like arrietty from studio ghibli. A great movie and I definitely recommend watching it!)

Reader is gender neutral and is referred as “the tiny”

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Genya’s forest adventure

Genya trudged through the dense forest, the crunch of leaves and twigs beneath his boots loud in the silence. He was tasked with gathering herbs for the medics, his irritation growing with every step.

“Stupid plants… why can’t Shinobu just send someone else…” he muttered, kicking at a branch. As he bent down to grab a bundle of herbs, his sharp eyes caught a flicker of movement near his boot.

“Eh?” He crouched low, scowling as he spotted the culprit—a tiny human no bigger than his thumb trying to blend into the shadows of the forest floor.

“What the hell? A tiny?” His voice was rough, his brows furrowed in disbelief. The tiny flinched at his tone, scrambling backward. Genya clicked his tongue, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Oi, don’t run. I’m not gonna crush you or anything,” he grumbled, extending his hand in a rare gesture of gentleness. The tiny hesitated, eyeing his scarred, calloused palm. After a moment, they cautiously stepped onto it, trembling like a leaf.

Genya raised them to eye level, his rough features softening as he studied them. “You’re braver than you look, wandering out here with demons roaming around.”

He frowned, his grip tightening slightly—enough to make the tiny squirm but not hurt them. “You’re too damn small to be out here alone. What if a demon found you before I did?” His voice grew lower, his protective instincts flaring.

“You’re coming with me. No arguments.” He tucked the tiny securely into the crook of his scarf, their small weight barely noticeable.

As he resumed his trek, his muttering softened. “I’ll keep you safe… no matter what.”

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Tengen Uzui and His Wives

Tengen was lounging on the porch of his mansion, the warm sun casting a golden glow over his extravagant home. His wives—Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru—were scattered around the courtyard, enjoying the calm afternoon.

Suma’s sharp voice broke the tranquility. “Tengen-sama! There’s something moving near the training grounds!” she called out, pointing frantically.

Makio rolled her eyes. “It’s probably just a bird, Suma. Stop screaming like that.”

“No, it’s small… but not that small! Come look!” Suma insisted, waving her arms.

Curious, Tengen stood and stretched, his towering frame casting a long shadow. “Alright, alright. Let’s see what all the fuss is about.”

The group approached the training grounds, their footsteps rumbling like distant thunder to anything small nearby. Hinatsuru was the first to spot the tiny human trying to hide behind a blade of grass.

“Oh my… it’s a tiny human!” she gasped, kneeling to get a better look.

Makio crouched down beside her, narrowing her eyes. “What’s a tiny doing all the way out here? Don’t they usually stick to their villages?”

Suma squealed, clinging to Tengen’s arm. “They’re so cute! Look at them!”

The tiny human was frozen in place, overwhelmed by the four colossal figures looming over them. Tengen crouched down last, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Well, well. Looks like we’ve got ourselves an unexpected guest.”

Reaching out with surprising gentleness, he scooped the tiny into his palm. His flamboyant demeanor didn’t mask the possessiveness in his gaze as he studied the fragile figure. “You’ve got guts, sneaking into a giant’s domain. Or maybe you’re just reckless.”

Suma leaned over his shoulder, her eyes sparkling. “What do we do with them, Tengen-sama? Can we keep them?”

Makio sighed, crossing her arms. “We’re not adopting a tiny, Suma.”

“Why not?” Suma pouted, tugging at Makio’s sleeve. “They’re adorable!”

Hinatsuru smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “We can’t just leave them here. It’s too dangerous.”

Tengen’s grin widened as he gently stroked the tiny’s head with a finger. “Of course, we’re not leaving them. A tiny this bold deserves protection… and flashy protection at that.”

He stood, cradling the tiny carefully in his palm. “From now on, you’re under my care—and my wives’ care, too. Don’t worry, little one, we’ll make sure you live in style.”

As they returned to the mansion, Suma clung to Tengen’s arm, chattering excitedly about building a tiny home for their new companion. Makio grumbled about the hassle, though her occasional glances at the tiny betrayed her curiosity. Hinatsuru, ever calm, began brainstorming ways to make the tiny feel safe and comfortable.

For the tiny human, the Uzui household was overwhelming—a world of vibrant personalities and immense figures, each vying for their attention. But there was no denying one thing: in this family of giants, they were cherished.

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Shinobu’s Garden Encounter

Shinobu stood in her garden, tending to her vibrant flowers and watching butterflies flit around lazily in the warm afternoon light. She hummed softly to herself, the tranquil atmosphere calming her after a busy day of training and research.

As she reached down to pluck a stubborn weed near the roots of a lavender plant, her sharp eyes caught a faint movement. She paused, tilting her head curiously. Beneath one of the petals was a tiny human, frozen mid-step.

“Oh my,” Shinobu said softly, her lilting voice carrying an edge of playful intrigue. “What have we here?”

The tiny flinched at her voice, their wide eyes staring up at her looming figure. Shinobu crouched gracefully, resting her chin on one hand as her violet eyes studied them.

“Are you lost, little one?” she asked, her tone sweet but tinged with mischief. The tiny human didn’t respond, too frightened to move under her piercing gaze.

Shinobu smiled, reaching out with delicate fingers to gently pluck them from the ground. Her touch was careful, her grip loose enough to ensure she didn’t hurt them. She brought them closer to her face, her gaze softening as she observed their trembling form.

“You’re so small… so fragile,” she murmured, her tone almost a whisper. “I wonder, what brought you all the way here? Were you curious about us giants?”

The tiny human stammered something unintelligible, their voice barely audible to her. Shinobu chuckled lightly, her smile widening. “How adorable. You’re like a little butterfly, wandering into my garden.”

Her fingers brushed lightly against their head, a gentle yet possessive motion. “It’s dangerous for someone your size to roam around like this. What if someone less gentle had found you?”

Her tone shifted slightly, growing softer yet somehow more intense. “No, I can’t let you go now. You’ll stay with me, won’t you? I promise to keep you safe… as long as you don’t try to run away.”

Cradling the tiny human in her palm, Shinobu turned and headed back toward her mansion, already planning ways to ensure they couldn’t escape. After all, such a delicate treasure didn’t belong anywhere but under her careful watch.

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Mitsuri’s Joyful Discovery

The sun was setting over the sprawling grounds of Mitsuri’s mansion, casting a warm pink glow that mirrored her hair. She was sitting in her courtyard, enjoying a freshly baked pastry after a long day of training. Her enormous sandals rested beside her, and her toes wiggled idly in the grass.

As she reached for another bite, she noticed a tiny movement by her foot. Blinking in surprise, she leaned down, her pastel hair cascading around her face. There, trying to crawl under the edge of her sandal for cover, was a tiny human.

“Oh my gosh!” Mitsuri gasped, her voice full of excitement and awe. “A tiny human! You’re so cute!”

The tiny froze, looking up at her with wide, fearful eyes. Mitsuri’s expression softened immediately, and she lowered herself closer, her hands resting on her knees. “Oh, don’t be scared! I won’t hurt you, I promise!”

Carefully, she extended a single finger toward them, her smile radiating warmth. “See? I’m gentle!”

When the tiny hesitated but didn’t flee, Mitsuri’s heart swelled. “You’re so brave to stay here with me! Most tinies would have run away by now.”

She cupped her hands around them, her fingers forming a protective dome as she gently scooped them up. Her massive green and pink eyes sparkled with wonder as she held them close to her face.

“You’re so small,” she murmured, her voice tinged with amazement. “It’s like holding a little doll! How did you end up here? Were you curious about us giants?”

The tiny’s nervous expression made her giggle softly. “Oh, don’t worry! I’ll take such good care of you. You don’t have to be afraid.”

Her expression grew more serious for a moment, her grip tightening slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to let them know she meant what she was about to say. “You’ll stay with me from now on, okay? It’s way too dangerous for someone your size to be out there alone.”

Mitsuri stood, cradling the tiny against her chest. “Come on, let’s get you inside! I’ll find you a cozy little spot in my room, and you can tell me all about your adventures!”

As she carried them into her mansion, her mind raced with ideas. She’d build them a tiny house, cook them little meals, and protect them with all the love and strength she had. The thought of someone else finding them—or worse, a demon—sent a shiver down her spine.

No, this tiny was hers now. She’d make sure they were loved and cared for, no matter what.

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Sanemi’s Rough Protection

Sanemi was pacing the edges of his training grounds, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of demons. The wind rustled the tall grass around him, carrying with it faint scents from the forest. His hand hovered near the hilt of his blade, his senses on high alert.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something moving. His brows furrowed as he stomped over, boots thudding loudly. When he got closer, his sharp gaze zeroed in on a tiny human scrambling through the grass, trying desperately to stay out of sight.

“What the hell is this?” Sanemi growled, crouching low. His voice was like thunder to the tiny human, who froze in fear. “A tiny? What are you doing here?”

He reached down, his large, calloused fingers easily pinning them in place without much effort. The tiny human squirmed, but his grip was firm. “Stop moving, idiot,” he snapped, lifting them to eye level.

His scarred face twisted in confusion and irritation as he studied them. “Tch. Do you have a death wish? Wandering out here like this? What if a demon found you before I did?”

The tiny human tried to stammer out a response, but their words were too faint for him to hear clearly. Sanemi sighed heavily, his free hand raking through his messy white hair. “Damn it. Now I gotta deal with you.”

His tone was harsh, but his actions spoke differently. He carefully curled his fingers around them, shielding their small body from the wind as he stood. “You’re way too fragile to be out here alone. Stay put. You’re my responsibility now.”

As he made his way back to his mansion, he muttered under his breath. “Don’t get any ideas about running off. If I catch you trying to leave, you’re in for it. Got it?”

Despite his gruff demeanor, there was a glimmer of protectiveness in his sharp eyes. No matter how much he grumbled, he wasn’t about to let anything happen to the tiny now that they were in his care.

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Giyu’s Silent Protection

Giyu was sitting by the river near his mansion, the tranquil sound of flowing water easing his mind. He had been meditating, his sword resting by his side, when a faint splash broke his concentration.

Opening his eyes, he looked down and spotted a tiny human struggling to climb onto a rock near the riverbank. His expression didn’t change, but his sharp blue eyes followed their every movement.

The tiny finally managed to haul themselves onto the rock, only to realize they were being watched. They froze under Giyu’s quiet yet intense gaze, their small form trembling as he shifted slightly closer.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, his deep voice soft but firm.

He reached out, his large hand easily surrounding the tiny human as he gently picked them up. They tried to speak, but their voice was too faint for him to hear. Giyu frowned slightly, tilting his head as he brought them closer to his face.

“You’re lucky it was me who found you,” he murmured, his tone low and calm. “If it had been a demon—or someone less careful—you wouldn’t have stood a chance.”

The tiny human’s fear was evident, and Giyu hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.” His words were simple, but his sincerity shone through.

Cradling them carefully in his palm, he stood and began walking back toward his mansion. “It’s dangerous out here. You’ll stay with me from now on.”

His tone was final, leaving no room for argument. As he walked, his grip on them was firm yet gentle, his movements slow and steady to avoid jostling them.

Inside his mansion, Giyu placed the tiny on a soft cushion near the window, watching as they hesitantly looked around. “You don’t need to be afraid,” he said quietly, his gaze never leaving them. “You’re safe here.”

Though he didn’t say it out loud, Giyu felt a strange sense of protectiveness toward the tiny. They were so small, so vulnerable—it made his chest tighten at the thought of something happening to them.

No matter what, he wouldn’t let harm come to them. Even if they didn’t fully understand it yet, they were his to protect now.

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Obanai’s Quiet Curiosity

Obanai Iguro sat perched on a low branch near his mansion, Kaburamaru coiled lazily around his shoulders. He had been silently observing the area when the snake suddenly hissed, its head darting toward the ground. Obanai’s mismatched eyes followed the movement, his sharp gaze catching sight of something small scurrying through the grass below.

A tiny human.

Obanai tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. “What are they doing here?” he muttered under his breath.

Leaping silently from the branch, he landed just a few steps away, startling the tiny human. They froze, looking up at the towering figure now looming over them. Kaburamaru slithered down Obanai’s arm, his tongue flicking curiously toward the tiny.

Obanai crouched, his face calm yet unreadable. “You’re not supposed to be here,” he said softly, his voice carrying a faint edge. “Don’t you know how dangerous it is for someone your size to wander around?”

The tiny tried to back away, but Kaburamaru hissed lightly, cutting off their escape. Obanai extended a hand, his slender fingers surprisingly gentle as they scooped the tiny into his palm.

Holding them up to his face, he studied them closely. “You’re trembling,” he observed, his tone almost mocking, though his grip remained careful. “Are you scared of me? You should be more afraid of demons.”

Despite his cold words, there was a strange softness in the way he cradled the tiny human. He gently stroked their head with his finger, a faint smile playing at his lips. “You’re so small. It’s a wonder you’ve survived this long.”

Kaburamaru curled around Obanai’s wrist, flicking his tongue at the tiny. Obanai’s gaze softened further as he whispered, “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe now. You’ll stay with me, where no one—and nothing—can hurt you.”

As he walked back to his mansion, he kept his hand close to his chest, shielding the tiny from the wind. “You’re mine now,” he murmured under his breath, a possessive note creeping into his voice. “Don’t even think about running.”

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Rengoku’s Warmhearted Rescue

The setting sun bathed the world in a fiery orange glow as Kyojuro Rengoku strolled through the fields near his mansion. His booming laughter echoed across the landscape as he thought about the training session he’d just finished. His sharp eyes scanned the horizon, always alert despite his cheerful demeanor.

It wasn’t long before he spotted something unusual—a faint movement among the tall grass. Curious, he strode over, his large frame causing the ground to tremble slightly with each step. When he reached the spot, he crouched down and saw a tiny human, no bigger than his thumb, trying to hide behind a blade of grass.

“Ah-ha! What do we have here?” Rengoku exclaimed, his voice loud yet warm. His bright eyes sparkled with excitement as he leaned closer. “A tiny human? Incredible!”

The tiny flinched at his booming voice, their small body trembling in fear. Rengoku’s expression softened immediately, and he sat back on his heels to appear less intimidating. “Oh, no need to be afraid, little one! I won’t harm you!”

Extending a single hand, he waited patiently for them to step onto his palm. When they didn’t move, he chuckled softly. “I see. You’re cautious. That’s good—it’s what’s kept you alive so far. But I promise, you can trust me!”

Carefully, he scooped them up, his massive hands cradling them with surprising gentleness. He brought them close to his face, his fiery hair glowing in the fading sunlight. “You’re so small! I’ve never seen anything like you before. How remarkable!”

The tiny human stammered something, their voice barely audible. Rengoku tilted his head, his grin widening. “Don’t worry, little one! I’ll protect you from anything that might harm you. No demon will lay a finger on you while I’m around!”

Standing tall, he held them securely against his chest as he began the trek back to his mansion. “You’ll stay with me from now on. I’ll make sure you’re safe and well cared for. And if you ever feel scared, just know that Rengoku Kyojuro will always be here to keep you safe!”

As he returned home, his booming laughter filled the air. “Perhaps I’ll even build you a little house! Yes, that would be wonderful! You’ll have everything you need, and you’ll never have to worry about a thing again!”

For Rengoku, the tiny human was a new treasure—a life so small and fragile, yet so precious. He vowed to protect them with all the warmth and strength his fiery spirit could offer.

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Muichiro’s Clouded Curiosity

Muichiro Tokito wandered through the forest near his estate, his eyes unfocused and his mind drifting like the clouds above. He wasn’t on any particular mission, just enjoying the quiet, his twin swords lightly tapping against his sides as he walked.

As he stepped over a cluster of moss-covered rocks, his sharp eyes caught an unusual movement near his foot. He stopped abruptly, blinking down at the ground. There, trying to scramble out of sight, was a tiny human no bigger than his pinky finger.

“Hm?” Muichiro tilted his head, his expression blank but curious. He crouched down slowly, his long black-and-teal hair falling over his shoulders like a curtain.

The tiny froze, trembling under the immense presence of the towering Hashira. Muichiro stared at them in silence, his gaze distant yet sharp. “A tiny human…” he murmured, his voice soft and almost detached. “What are you doing here?”

Reaching out, he plucked them up with a surprising gentleness, holding them in the palm of his hand. The tiny squirmed, their movements barely noticeable to him. Muichiro’s expression didn’t change, but he brought them closer to his face, studying them as though they were a strange insect.

“You’re so small,” he said, his voice calm and quiet. “Smaller than I thought tinies could be.”

The tiny tried to stammer something, but their words were too faint for him to hear. Muichiro blinked, tilting his head. “Are you scared?” he asked bluntly.

He paused for a moment, as though contemplating something. Then, his expression softened slightly—just enough to hint at the care behind his otherwise impassive demeanor. “You shouldn’t be out here. Demons roam these woods, and they wouldn’t hesitate to hurt someone like you.”

Standing up, Muichiro held them securely in one hand as he began walking back toward his mansion. “I’ll take care of you,” he said simply, as if it were an obvious decision. “It’s better if you stay with me. I’ll keep you safe.”

As he entered his estate, he gently placed the tiny human on a soft cushion by the window, his distant gaze fixed on them. “Don’t wander off. You’re too small to survive on your own,” he said, his voice as soft as the breeze.

Though his words were straightforward, there was an unspoken promise in his tone: Muichiro might not express it well, but he would protect this tiny human with everything he had.

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Gyomei’s general rescue

The rhythmic sound of prayer beads clicking together filled the air as Gyomei Himejima knelt in meditation by a quiet stream near his mansion. His massive frame was still as a mountain, his closed eyes turned toward the heavens.

A faint rustle in the grass broke his focus. Though his sightless eyes could not see the source, his heightened senses immediately located the small presence near his knee. He tilted his head slightly, listening.

“You’re quite small,” he said, his deep, rumbling voice calm and kind. “Are you a tiny human?”

The tiny froze, their heart racing as the giant spoke directly to them. Gyomei extended his massive hand, his movements slow and deliberate, as though afraid to startle them. His large fingers gently brushed the ground until they found the tiny’s trembling form.

“You’re shaking,” he said softly, carefully cupping them in his palm. His touch was impossibly gentle for someone of his size and strength. “Don’t be afraid. I will not harm you.”

Bringing the tiny closer to his face, Gyomei tilted his head slightly, his blind eyes gazing past them as he smiled warmly. “It must be frightening, being so small in a world so large. But you are safe with me.”

The tiny human’s voice was too faint for him to hear, but he felt their tiny movements in his palm—nervous but not trying to escape. He nodded slowly. “I understand. You must have been very brave to survive this far.”

Standing carefully, Gyomei cradled the tiny in both hands, shielding them from the wind as he made his way back to his mansion. His slow, deliberate footsteps felt like distant thunder to the tiny, but his calming presence eased their fear.

Once inside, he placed them gently on a table, his massive hands resting in his lap as he addressed them. “You will stay here, where I can protect you. The world is dangerous for someone of your size, but I will ensure no harm comes to you.”

His voice was filled with quiet determination, his kind smile never faltering. Though Gyomei’s size and strength were overwhelming, his heart was as gentle as his touch. The tiny human couldn’t help but feel safe under his watchful care.

As the evening fell, Gyomei sat nearby, his prayer beads clicking softly as he meditated. “You are a gift from the heavens,” he murmured. “And I will protect you as such.”