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mamayan · 1 year ago

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★Yobai☆

Mitsuri Kanroji x Fem! Reader x Obanai Iguro

Synopsis: Someone put a strange idea in your girlfriend’s mind, and she’s roped you into a night of passion to seduce the Snake Hashira for his birthday.

Blame @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi this is becoming a thing lol I may just need to do an entire series… Original idea and inspiration for yobai from @rottmntrulesall ♥️

Read Kyojuro here, and Sanemi here, for their yobai nights!

tw: MFF • Fem! Reader • Sub! Reader • 3some • Vaginal Sex • Praise/Overstimulation • Soft Dom! Mitsuri • Switch! Obanai • Mitsuri calls you plum •

When your lover Mitsuri told you about her idea for celebrating Obanai’s birthday, you hadn’t imagined it to look like this.

Where she even got such an idea was lost to you, as you watched the beautiful pink haired girl bounced on her heels in excitement. You looked around the neat space, not a single object out of place. The bed made, clothes hung or folded, and there were no other personal items to be seen except for a poorly attempted embroidered snake set against a dresser. Mitsuri had taught you the basics and encouraged you to make something of your own. You’d made that nearly a year ago, for his birthday last year. It felt wrong and invasive to be staring at his things like this.

“Mitsuri… are you sure this is—,” she interrupted your soft murmur, her excitement just too high as it draws nearer for Obanai’s return from the bath. You tried not to think too hard about the broken lock to his estate’s front doors, or the fact that you’d been dragged along into a crime no less, breaking and entering. Obanai being a stickler for rules, most likely won’t take to this very well but… You side eye Mitsuri, her cheeks flushed and smile bright in place. She didn’t look nervous at all, and that realization struck you with a sense of instability. Mitsuri was always bold, gentle and empathetic too, but she was confident about everything but herself it seemed. You selfishly liked to think your love aided in her self esteem though, as her love did for you.

You wanted to think it would be the same for Obanai. You knew he returned Mitsuri’s affections, obediently following her and eager for her praise and attention, but your relationship wasn’t the least bit similar. You weren’t sure if it was a good or bad thing.

“Oh! I should go see if he has any candles, that’s romantic isn’t it? If he has enough, I can make a heart with them!” Her declaration and grin, as if the idea was so ingenious she couldn’t fathom why she hadn’t thought of it earlier, made you pause before you could object.

“M—,” she was gone. You were alone in Obanai’s room now, and the man himself was due any moment for… whatever this was exactly. To seduce him? Mitsuri had certainly painted a romantic and erotic image in your mind when she’d had two fingers in your pussy, breathing salacious images for you to conjure as you drew nearer and nearer to your orgasm. You’d been too engrossed to think clearly, agreeing of course to the promise of pleasure and inclusion of the man you adored.

You were about to give way to your own cowardice and make a run for it when the shoji slid open.

You had to duck to avoid his blade, panic and adrenaline flooding your system at the unexpected but also anticipated fight which would arise from entering unannounced to a sword master’s home. It only took Obanai a moment to realize you weren’t some sort of burglar or demon awaiting him. His hair was still slightly damp, his bandages removed and face on full display as he stood before you in a plain yukata with his sword pointed at you. Kaburamaru peaking out from around his neck, tongue flicking out as if in greeting.

“(Y/N)…?” His confusion is quickly replaced with irritation.

“I could’ve killed you, what are you doing here? At this time of night? Are you an idiot?” His voice and tone are icy, glaring heterochromic eyes narrowed on you. His sword is quickly sheathed as he stomps towards you, and it’s all you can do to stutter out “w-wait!” before he can haul you out of his estate. Although it’s certainly embarrassing to you, and you’re more than a little anxious and self conscious, you knew it would do more damage to not speak up with honesty.

His grip on your upper arm isn’t painful, but he’s firm in his hold that you aren’t able to squirm free. He tries to ignore the way you being in his room has him heating up, intent on dragging you home to your own bed to sleep properly. You were the weaker of the two, between him and Mitsuri, therefore Obanai was more cautious in your safety. “You should know better,” his hand raised, finger pointed and almost touching your skin as you flinch back reflexively. You knew realistically this reprimand is exceedingly light for Obanai, as you’ve seen his true wrath unleashed for stupidity on lower ranked slayers in the corps. It didn’t stop your eyes from watering a little, your lip from wobbling, or Obanai from nearly stumbling away from you.

“I just wanted to tell you happy birthday…” his left eye twitched at your words. Kaburamaru moving down his arms and sliding to the floor, slithering away from the strange quarrel going on.

“You could’ve easily said it in the morning, don’t cry—,” his hiss of guilt and annoyance not the least bit gentle. “It’s the middle of the night idiot! You shouldn’t—,”

“Shouldn’t what?” Mitsuri’s appearance had the Snake Hashira nearly turning to stone.

“Mitsuri too…?” He felt his nerves lighting up. As they always did in her presence. It wasn’t the same comforting warmth which you gave him, the kind that relaxed and soothed. Mitsuri was crackling and commanding.

“I didn’t find any candles, but we can make it romantic with just us anyway.” She grinned, unconcerned about her property damage which Obanai would surely find later. She pressed both Obanai and you back, closing the shoji behind her as she entered the room fully. You noted the room seemed smaller like this.

“Mitsuri, you shouldn’t be here either, I’m aware you both now just want to say congratulations, and thank you, but—,”

“We didn’t come here to say happy birthday silly, we came here to show it, right plum?” Your nickname caught your attention as reality sank back in. Numbly you nodded, not looking up as you studied the wood polish beneath your feet. “Which means come here~” she cooed. You snapped to attention, heart rate skyrocketing as you nervously shuffled closer to her. Her jade eyes soft and promising as you looked into them.

Obanai stayed silent, watching in an odd sort of fascination the dynamic you both shared. He was envious of both of you ironically. The dominance Mitsuri held over you, and the submission you gave Mitsuri. He held his tongue though, unsure what he was supposed to do now. Though he trusted and loved you both dearly, he still struggled to say it and even show it physically.

Mitsuri led the room.

“You want to show Obanai how grateful you are for him being born, so why don’t you get on your knees plum, let us both see your pretty mouth.” You obeyed, shakily dropping to your knees and opening your mouth like Mitsuri loves. Obanai would never be able to remove the erotic sight from his mind again.

“She’s offering her mouth for you to fuck Obanai, are you going to deny her and make her sad?” He’s dazed and startled by Mitsuri’s change in tone, her beautiful eyes sharper and trained on him. Her hand is placed gently on your head, and you leave your own in your lap as you wait with an unsure mind.

“She’s nervous because you’re waiting…” you hear her murmur, but your eyes are trained on the sharp lines of his scars. When his eyes connect with yours, something dark passes through them, but he wordlessly begins untying his belt. His lips are set in a frown, but his cheeks are warm and flushed.

“Does she even deserve my cock though?” You nearly break and close your mouth, as Obanai grips his hard aching cock and positions it just before your lips. Not touching though. “She hasn’t asked for it at all.”

Your eyes widen. Mitsuri giggles.

“P-please, Obanai, I want you to fuck my mouth,” it felt as humiliating as always, just as flustered as when Mitsuri makes you beg.

He’d never admit it drove him wild, having you like this. Like he’d awoken to some sort of fever dream and conjured you up before him. Sitting with your mouth open, begging for his cock. This sort of thing only happened in novels he believed.

He grunts, sneering down at you and making the scars on his face more menacing. They seemed to enhance his features with his mood. “You asked,” he murmured, before sliding the tip of his cock in your mouth. He still smells a bit like soap, his taste neutral as he moans, muttering something beneath his breath before his lips are stolen aggressively by Mitsuri. He doesn’t mean to shove himself deeper in your mouth, but you relax and let his cock brush back and forth inside your mouth, getting a little deeper as time goes on.

A hand is on the back of your head, keeping if you from pulling away. The soft but firm touch familiar and letting you know it’s Mitsuri as Obanai’s cock dips a bit too deep and gags you. You can’t pull away despite choking, tears pricking your eyes even as your core throbs painfully. You want him inside of you, desperately, but this isn’t you leading so you stay where you are and let him continue ravishing your mouth.

“Mm, Obanai, aren’t you just adorable? Well? Does her wet little mouth feel good? Do you want her to make your pretty cock cum?” You shiver at her arousing choice of verbiage, her sly tone teasing as Obanai’s hips jerk and he groans low in his throat.

“Fuck, yes, Mitsuri, I want to fill her mouth.” His voice sounds strained as he works his cock at odd depths and varying speeds in your mouth, poking into your cheek as he watches the skin protrude before sinking back into your throat.

“Good boy, go ahead, today is your treat. Go on and cum for us Obanai.” He loses it, his balls drawing tight as he moans and releases into your mouth and down your throat messily.

You’re made to take it, struggling to breathe through your nose as he rocks his hips and the fine curls of his pubic hair kiss your nose. He finally pulls out, Mitsuri’s hand now running through your hair soothingly. “So good for us plum.” Your blurry vision flicks up to her figure, her words encouraging you as you lean against her leg offered in support.

“She did such a good job… doesn’t she deserve a reward Obanai?” You blink the tears away, a few escaping down your cheek as Obanai stares at the pathetic and arousing sight you make. Your clothes still intact but your face being covered in his cum and your own salvia doesn’t help your decency. He can’t help the warmth spreading through him again, as he drops the rest of his clothing and moves to grab you up.

You’re swung lightly onto the bed.

“She’s an idiot that deserves more punishment than this but…” he’s close, pressing you flat against the futon and nearly kissing you. “I guess I’ll be nice this time. Say thank you.” He smirks when you do, the sight so confident it fills your heart as you look at him. There had been time he’d rather lose a limb than reveal his face, and while it’d taken longer to show you himself, and even longer to feel completely comfortable, it feels worth it now. His eyes daring but soft, because even as he calls you foolish he’s equally supporting and helping you despite it.

Your clothing is almost torn as he removes it from you, hissing complaints when he snags a knot or forgets there is a button. You aren’t even given time to feel self conscious, only aware in the back of your mind this is the most intimate you’ve ever been with him.

“I love you.” It’s said so softly he nearly doesn’t hear it clearly.

He stills, and Mitsuri, who’d crawled up beside your head to sit and watch, let her eyes flick up to your face. You lay so sweetly beneath them both, allowing them full control of your body because you trust and love them. Mitsuri is silent, only internally squealing at the cute way you decided to confess, only reaching to thread her fingers with your own as show of support while Obanai processes your words.

“You…” he’s frowning, brows pulled together and it the sight yanks at a ball of anxiety bundled in the pit of your stomach. “Do you even understand—,” he goes to lay into you, but you already know where he wants to go.

“I love you Obanai!” Half naked and huffing indignantly, you glare at him with all the force of a rabbit. Mitsuri is forced to turn her head away to conceal the laugh which threatened to break free. Unlike her though, Obanai is happy to glare back and even manhandle you. His hand grips your jaw, smushing your cheeks as he points down at you.

“You don’t get to confess first, I do,” he’s immature at the oddest times, but you’re helpless against him because he’s red like an apple and breathing heavily.

“There’s no rule that says—hah!” He smashes his lips against yours, and you can’t help but compare his kiss to Mitsuri. Where she’s warm he’s cool, his body temperature actually lower than your own by a little, but his mouth is warm inside as he forces your lips open to slip his tongue inside.

When he pulls back, a string of saliva connects you both for a moment before breaking.

“Fuck, you… You’re mine, do you hear me?” His confession isn’t as loving or sweet as yours, but his claim is encompassing. His forehead knocks against your own, and for a brief second, you see the conflict and doubt war in his dual colored eyes.

He’s nervous and scared.

It seemed to ironically dissolve your own fear. Your arms moving, Mitsuri allowing your hand freedom, to wrap around Obanai’s neck and kiss him, deeply, as if your lips could proclaim your love better than your voice. It could. It was less about dominance and more about warming one another up, as you felt Mitsuri’s fingers softly massaging your scalp as you kissed him. Obanai letting you lead for a moment as you moaned, his hands caressing your body and back to working on removing your clothes.

Mitsuri helped, happy to get you naked like him, and pleased when his eyes locked with her.

“You too…” he looked to the side, “please…”

“Ufufu, of course, I can’t let you two have fun alone tonight at least. We need at least three for a birthday party.” Her movements were quick and efficient, stripping herself and revealing each creamy inch of skin and captivating two sets of eyes. She doesn’t hesitate to let her hair free of her braids, proudly crawling back onto the futon to lean over you, kissing you with all the familiar sweetness she encompasses.

“Pretty plum, how do you feel?” She’s whispering, but your heart soars as she checks in on you, looking for any signs of distress. You were nervous, but as she touches you, caressing you with familiar hands, Obanai watches. How could he not? He wants to both step away and let you both continue all night and squeeze himself between.

It’s his birthday today though. Clearly he wasn’t going to be on the sidelines.

“Come here,” Mitsuri encourages, bringing him in for a similar kiss, and grabbing his hand to trail up her body. You watch hungrily, as Mitsuri shivers and smiles while Obanai palms her heavy chest. Mitsuri showing him exactly what she likes as she kisses his face and up to his ear, whispering something likely wicked as he moans and drops his head.

Her hand wrapped around his cock, moving her hand over the pretty swollen tip, reddened and leaking as she pumps it. “Mitsuri,” he gasps, back hunching a bit as she coos. “Obanai is so pretty too, isn’t he plum? He still needs to reward you~” he hissed as she jerks him a bit tighter, the pain and pleasure waring now.

“So pretty,” you affirmed, transfixed by the image of Obanai looking so overwhelmed. It’s usually you in that position. It felt oddly nice to see it in reverse. His eyes snap to you, and it’s like the image from a moment ago was a lie as he smiles wickedly, his hand moving to cup your pussy as you jolt in surprise.

“I do need to reward her, don’t I plum?” The condescending tone he adopts when using the nickname Mitsuri gave you is devious. You don’t hate it though, not as Mitsuri releases him in favor of tormenting you now.

He drops to his chest, yanking your legs apart as Mitsuri leans over you to capture a nipple in her mouth.

“W-wait—!” Your head falls as your back arches, a warm wet tongue licking straight up your pussy as another swirls around your nipple and sucks.

You’re helpless to the pleasure and attention, drowning even. Obanai isn’t experienced, but he’s eager and observant to every twitch and moan you release. He can’t help it, licking up your dripping arousal and lavishing your clit with his tongue, moaning at your taste and his painfully hard cock. He hums in appreciation as you gasp, one finger now working you open as he licks and swirls around your hardened clit. “Obanai~” his name on your lips is a gift in itself, but he’d never tell you. Instead he slips another finger in, eyeing you from below as he sucks on your clit and works your tight cunt open with firm consistent stokes inside of you.

“Mm, look at you plum, are you feeling good?” You nod weakly, moaning as Mitsuri sucks a few marks onto your skin.

“Please, Mitsu, you too,” you jolted in pleasure as Obanai blows cool air on your pussy. Mitsuri smiles, giving you a quick kiss before shifting and swinging a leg over your face.

Obanai can only moan as he watches Mitsuri settle her own dripping cunt over your face, your lips parting to lick at her.

He’s nothing if not observant.

Your tongue swirls around her clit, as she rocks and grinds down against you, and you find Obanai copying the exact way you eat Mitsuri. When you suck her clit, he sucks yours, and when you lick and let Mitsuri ride your face, he nearly smothers himself in you.

You lose it, your end coming quickly as you hold Mitsuri’s hips as she rides and bucks against your face, her moans long and sensual. “So good sugar plum, your mouth feels so good~ how is it? Is Obanai just eating your pussy so good?” You can’t even pull away to tell them you’re coming. Only able to weakly tap Obanai’s shoulder, but with his head between your legs, he’s hardly paying attention.

You cum, body shaking and locking up as your eyes roll back and the knot in your stomach snaps.

“Oh fuck,” he pulls away for a second to breathe, realizing your convulsing is your orgasm, and watching as you twist and moan into Mitsuri’s pussy. Your cunt soaking the futon beneath you as you try to scoot away from all the pleasure.

Mitsuri sits up, twisting around and settling again over you face, so she could face Obanai properly now.

“What’s wrong dear? Aren’t you going to fuck her pussy too?” He’s stunned by Mitsuri’s erotic display, pinching her breasts as she rides your face, moaning as you lick and suck greedily.

He more gentle spreading your legs wider, slotting himself in between to line his cock up with your tight entrance. He’d never admit to being nervous, but his eyes speak louder than words as they look to Mitsuri.

“Here, let me help~” she leans forward, bringing Obanai forward too with an arm around his neck while her other hand grips his cock and lined him up to your entrance again. “Now push,” she whispers, kissing his lips with so much love and encouragement, he melts. His tip breaches you, and your gasp and moan beneath Mitsuri encourages him further as he slowly lets himself sink inside.

“Ngh, shit, how are you so tight?” He’s panting when his hips finally touch your ass. His question rhetorical, as he slowly slides out, choking in pleasure as your gooey walls cling to his cock and try to deny him exit.

He sets a slow and somewhat experimental pace, grunting as you clamp down when Mitsuri teasingly twists a nipple. “So cute plum, doing so good, hah, taking his cock.” She’s close, and you can tell by how her powerful thighs lock up around your head, her weight becoming more evident as she fully relaxes. You can only grip her thighs and encourage her to let more weight rest on you. Too overwhelmed by the thick stretch and slight burn of Obanai’s cock piercing you.

It hurt but it felt good too. Especially when someone thumbs at your clit softly, rubbing and rolling it as you buck and moan back.

It’s not fast, as Mitsuri rocks her hips and Obanai thrusts into you, but the slowly building orgasm is enough to leave you light headed and struggling for sanity.

“Oh, plum I’m going to cum, hn~!” Her head thrown back and breasts bouncing, Mitsuri’s slick soaks your face as you lick and drink her down. Her skin reddened and sweaty by the passion building.

“I need to cum too,” Obanai’s moans becoming louder, his thrusts more sloppy and forceful as you get wetter and more vocal. Mitsuri comes down from her high before moving off of you, kissing Obanai before laying down beside you both to toy with your chest and kiss you. Obanai opts to grip your hips tight as he fucks you, the loud wet squelching of your pussy sucking him in driving him further as he groans. His tip repeatedly slamming into the spongey section of your cunt and driving you wild as you claw at his arms.

“s’too much! n-no m’gonna cum please, please let me, hii!” You squeal as tears falls, coming apart as Obanai meanly pinches your clit and throws you over the edge.

“Cum then, ah, fuck, m-me too!” His sweat drips down his nose and onto your chest as he watches your face, committing it to memory as your face twists in pleasure. Your cunt impossibly tight as it grips him as he finishes, pulling out just before his hot cum comes rushing.

He covers your chest and face shamelessly.

Mitsuri chuckles when a few drops hit her too, even thumbing a bit to slip into her mouth for Obanai to watch.

“Obanai, you taste sweet!”

He drops beside you, sandwiching you between him and Mitsuri. Like Mitsuri had done, he thumbs up a thick collection of his cum to press against your lips and force you to taste him. “Cute…” he mutters softly, looking more relaxed and sleepy.

You don’t fight it, sucking the appendage as moaning as you realize he really is a bit sweet, followed by somewhat salty and mildly bitter. You lazily suck his finger until he grows bored and pulls it free, wiping the saliva on your cheek and snickering when you whine.

“Happy birthday~ don’t fall asleep yet, I want to ride you next!” It’s your turn to snicker, watching the way his eyes go wide with a hint of worry and sleepiness.

He’d soon find out Mitsuri’s appetite is insatiable. You relaxed, happy to watch him get overwhelmed for now.

“Happy birthday Obanai,” you smile at him, loving how his face reddens further but he smiles back.

“Senjuro-kun!” Mitsuri was running towards the young boy sweeping the front porch, his eyes widening as he takes in the Hashira.

“Kanroji-sama, good afternoon,” he vows politely, smiling at the good natured slayer.

“What brings you here?” He asks curiously, eyeing what appeared to be a bento in her hands.

“I brought you lunch as a thank you! You really are a natural match maker you know?! It’s like love just flows so freely through you!” Her gushing attracts the attention of his older brother, who begins to open his mouth and greet his friend before he realizes what she’s gushing about.

He waits patiently until Mitsuri takes her leave, bento in his hands as he feels the looming presence of his older brother.

“Ah… I swear this time I didn’t mean to.”

“This time?”

“…” Kyojuro would need to speak with the women in their neighborhood, their gossip seemingly no good for a young boy’s ears.

#did it again Senjuro #cinnamon roll fem! dom’s drive me wild #but at what cost?#Kyojuro for sure is gonna mother hen those aunties for not filtering their words #happy birthday Obanai #I struggled to finish #I’m so dead tired today lol #rip my body #Obanai Iguro #obanai x reader x mitsuri #Obanai x you #obanai x y/n #Obanai x y/n x Mitsuri #Obanai smut #Obanai Mitsuri smut #Obanai kny #kny smut

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mrsshabana · 1 year ago

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𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary It's your birthday and Gyutaro has something special planned for you! ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, modern au, fluff, mentions of sex, needles ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.5k words. Today's my birthday and I wanted to self-indulge! I did actually do this for my birthday so I thought it'd be fun to write about ♡

Today's your birthday and Gyutaro has something special in store for you. He refused to tell you what it was, he just insisted you get on his motorcycle. You have no idea where he's taking you, but knowing your boyfriend it must be something pretty spontaneous.

He's your first boyfriend and you've been dating for over six months now. Never in a million years would you have imagined you'd end up with a guy like him.

You are complete opposites.

He's your stereotypical "bad boy" while you're the exact definition of a "good girl." But they say opposites attract, and they couldn't be more right. Gyutaro loves corrupting you, introducing you to things you never would have considered doing before you met him. And you love giving him the affection he's never received before. Making this big tough man turn into mush around you. It's the cutest thing ever.

But the attraction is insane. He's the hottest man you've ever seen. Tall, long black hair, arms covered in tattoos, and face covered in piercings.

You were a virgin before you met him, but it didn't take long for him to change that. Taking your virginity was the greatest accomplishment in his eyes, every time he thinks about it he gets a devilish smirk. Not to mention the pregnancy scare you had after only dating for a few weeks. Not his proudest moment, but thankfully you got through it together.

Suffice to say, this man came into your life like a tornado. But despite the chaos it seems like everything is falling into place as it should.

And that brings you to where you are now. Tightly holding onto his waist as he speeds through the downtown streets. Narrowly avoiding multiple collisions as he speeds up to get through the yellow lights. Cackling when he just barely makes it.

You hold on tighter, squeezing your eyes shut and putting your trust in him that he won't get you killed on your birthday.

Eventually, he begins to slow down, parking beside a colorful brick building.

"We're here," he smirks, looking back at you.

With shaky hands, you reluctantly let go of him and look around, "Are we downtown?"

"Mm hm," he nods, hopping off his bike and extending his hand out to you, "Got somthin' real special planned for you, doll."

You can't help but blush when he uses that nickname. Taking his hand, you follow him to the front entrance of the building.

"Here we are," he says as he holds the door open for you, watching as your eyes widen when you walk inside.

"A tattoo shop?!" you begin to panic, "B-but Taro I-I'm not ready for a tattoo!"

"Shh it's alright," he chuckles, "You ain't gettin' a tattoo." He takes your hand and leads you past the front desk and to the rooms in the back. Like he knows exactly where he's going, and no one stops him either.

"In here," he takes you into one of the tattooing rooms where a strange man is waiting for you. He's short and has shoulder-length black hair. His eyes are two different colors, turquoise and yellow, and he has a large snake tattoo on his right arm.

Gyutaro walks up to him and they fist bump each other. "What's up man?"

"Gyutaro, my favorite client," he smiles, "I see you brought your lady finally. Started to think you were lying."

"Tsk," Gyutaro clicks his tongue then looks over to you again, "Babe, this is my tattoo artist, Obanai."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Y/N," he smiles and extends his hand.

"Likewise!" you politely shake his hand. Though you're still incredibly nervous about what your boyfriend has planned for you.

"So um," you say nervously, "What's my surprise, Taro?"

His lips curl into that devilish smile he's known for, showing off his crooked teeth and sharp canines. "You're gettin' your belly button pierced!"

Your eyes widen, "I-I am?!"

"You are!" he chuckles then mumbles to himself, "You're so fuckin' cute."

He remembers once when you were drunk together he asked you if you were to ever get a body piercing, which one would it be. And you said a belly button piercing. He never forgot about that, especially since he thinks navel piercings are so fucking hot. The mental image of you with one never left his mind.

This definitely wasn't the surprise you were expecting but you aren't upset about it. You're more so scared of the pain.

"W-Will it hurt?" you question nervously.

"It'll just be a pinch," Obanai responds, sitting down in front of you and putting some gloves on. "Stay still for a moment, I'm just going to mark the area ok?"

You nod, looking down as he inspects your belly button.

"Your navel anatomy looks suitable for a piercing so there's nothing to worry about," he makes a small dot with his marker above your belly button. "Alright, lay down for me please."

You do as he says, laying down on the long padded chair in the room. Gyutaro watches with amuzement as your face contorts with fear and anticipation.

"Don't worry, babe. Obanai did these ones for me last year and it barely hurt," he points to the two black hoops he has on both sides of his bottom lip.

"Really...?" you mutter.

"Really really. I promise you're in good hands," he says sweetly, moving your hair behind your ear.

"How's the placement look?" Obanai says as he hands you a small mirror.

You sit up to look at where he marked on your belly button, seeing how it moves along with you. "It looks good to me."

"Great, you can lay back down." He begins to prepare his tools. "Oh, which jewelry would you like?" He shows you an assortment of navel jewelry, all silver barbells but each one has different colored jewels.

"Hm," you think long and hard about which one you'll want to have stuck in you for the next 6 months. "This one," you point to the one with a clear jewel. You figured it'd be the best since it would be able to match with any outfit.

"Good choice babe," Gyutaro whispers to you, kissing your temple.

Obanai finishes sterilizing the jewelry, then he begins to wipe down the area around your belly button.

You begin to get really nervous now, grabbing on tightly to Gyutaro's hand. He chuckles in response, slowly rubbing the side of your hand with his thumb. "You got this," he whispers reassuringly.

Obanai positions his clasps around the mark he made earlier and clamps down tightly on your skin.

"Take a deep breath in for me," Obanai instructs.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Obanai quickly thrusts the needle through the top of your belly button. A stabbing pain shoots through you for a quick moment, feeling a lot longer than it actually is. But the pain is excruciating, "Fuck," you curse under your breath.

"Breathe out for me, going to put the jewelry in," and as you breathe out he swiftly puts the silver barbell through the hole and twists the ball on top to keep it in place.

"Alright, you're all done," he steps back to make sure you're alright, "You did great Miss Y/N. Get up slowly, ok?"

You slowly open your eyes and look down, seeing the sparkling jewelry poking out through your skin.

Gyutaro lets you hold onto him as you carefully get up and look at yourself in the mirror.

"Good job, babe! You took it like a champ," he rubs your back and kisses your cheek. He's genuinely proud of you for taking it so well.

As you look yourself in the mirror you suddenly feel a wave of confidence wash over you. It looks a lot better than you were expecting. "I love it!" you chime, turning to Gyutaro and giving him a big hug, "Thank you so much! This is the best gift ever!"

Not only did he get you a cute piece of jewelry for your birthday, but he also gifted you confidence that you didn't know you could have.

You and Gyutaro thank Obanai before leaving the tattoo studio. As you walk back towards the parking lot you can't stop looking down at it. It hurt a lot in the beginning but now it's only a dull soreness, and there wasn't even any bleeding.

"Do you think it looks good on me?" you look up at Gyutaro with those big doe eyes that make his knees weak.

"Fuck yes," he bites his lip, "You look so fuckin' sexy babe. If you weren't sore I'd bend you over my bike and fuck you senseless in the parking lot."

Your entire face turns red, "W-well... it's not that sore," you say shyly.

"Oh yeah?" he smirks, "Well in that case..."

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #gyuutarou #gyuutarou x reader #obanai iguro #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #happy birthday to me!

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kokushibosbestie · 4 months ago

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'•.¸♡ Happy Birthday, Obanai! ♡¸.•'

#iguro obanai #obanai x y/n #obanai x reader #iguro x reader #iguro x y/n #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny hashira #kny #iguro moodboard #kny moodboard #moodboard #HAPPY BIRTHDAY OUR SNAKE BOI <33333 #YOU THOUGHT I WOULD FORGET #DIDN'T YOU???#HAHA #FUNNY #>;3

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reallypleasanttree · 4 months ago

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Birthday fanfic for Obanai Iguro where Mitsuri bakes him a cake. Canon universe. Enjoy!

Iguro-San,

I can’t believe you fought a tiger demon! They’re so majestic and regal. I’d love to hear you tell me how you fought it in person. If you’re not busy I’d love for you to visit my estate when you get back! I’ll be at my estate until the 16th!

Best Wishes,

Kanroji Mitsuri

The rest of the letters were small caricatures of him, Kaburamaru, and a tiger fighting. Beneath the bandages, Obanai smiled. It did not take much of her words or drawings to cheer him up. He folded the letter and put it in his haori’s pocket. His hand raised to stroke Kaburamaru’s head. Given the timing he’d have to visit her on September 15th.

Leaves rustled as they threatened to fall from the tree. A shiver ran over his body remembering the date. It was the same day he met the snake demon nine years ago. His hand paused over the snake’s scales.

It’s just another day. Obanai reminded himself. It was the same day his mother, cousins, and aunts pinned him down and cut open his face.

“It’s just another day,” he whispered.

———-

Kanroji-San,

I’ll see you on the 15th at noon.

Iguro Obanai

His letters were concise and confirmed their plans. Mitsuri set the letter on her table. He’d be here any minute. She prepared a strawberry cake for the occasion. White cream coated the outside with whole strawberries in the middle of carefully piped cream.

Rengoku-San mentioned it was the Snake Hashira’s birthday on September 15. It also just so happened to be the only day they would both be available to meet before her next mission. The Flame Hashira said Iguro didn’t like his birthday and didn’t celebrate it. Her family held a small birthday party for every family member with cakes, candles, and sugary treats. She adored it even if she didn’t necessarily like being the center of attraction. That’s probably why Iguro didn’t celebrate. He preferred to stay in the background. Maybe that’s why they got along.

Mitsuri rose when she saw the clock hit 11:55 A.M. she skipped down the hall and opened the front door to wait for him. As she stepped through the door, the Snake Hashira was walking down the gravel walk way and her heart threatened to burst. She waved a hand over her head and Iguro smiled with his eyes.

“I’m so glad to see you!” She said, her voice rising. “It’s been forever!”

“It’s been a month,” Obanai said matter of factly. Kaburamaru flicked his tongue out.

“Then it feels like it’s been forever,” Mitsuri laughed and grasped his hand. She ushered him through the front door to her parlor room. “Please sit, I made us a strawberry cake!” She led him to one of the chairs. Obanai glanced at the cake before taking a seat.

“Do you want a slice? This is a recipe I got from one of my western cookbooks. The author swears by it. I’m so excited to share it with you,” Mitsuri said and took the cutting knife and pulled the confection towards her and two plates.

——

He stared at the cake, unsure of what to do. He didn’t care for sweets or fatty foods. Did she know it was his birthday? The only people who knew were Rengoku, Shinazuagawa, and the Master. Rengoku was the most likely candidate if she did. Though she didn’t wish him a birthday.

His stomach churned looking at the white cream coating the cake. However, Mitsuri genuinely wanted to share it with him. Her brows raised expectantly as she waited for his reply. Obanai nodded despite the nausea. He couldn’t disappoint her.

Mitsuri beamed, dazzling him with her radiance. He wondered when he would stop being amazed by her mannerisms and kindness. Honestly, he hoped he never grew tired or disenchanted with the Love Hashira. Mitsuri lifted the knife and hummed as she cut two slices and set them on plates. She pushed ome towards him, her excitement almost tangible.

Obanai picked up the fork and pierced the spongy cake. “Could you turn around? I don’t,” he paused, “like eating in front of people.” It was the best excuse he had. His scars scared people. The first time Senjuro saw them he cried. Fear clearly visible on the little boy’s face. He never forgot it and he never wanted to repeat it.

“Oh, right,” Mitsuri said. She grabbed her plate and turned around. Her shoulders straightened and her body stiffened, but she kept her cheerful tone. “I used to cook and bake with my mom and siblings. My mom was actually the one to introduce me to western style food,” Mitsuri went on to talk about her love of something called pancakes and other foods.

Whenever he watched her eat, he felt compelled to eat something with her. It was normal to eat meals with people you cared for. Obanai pulled down his bandages and took a small bite. The cake was vanilla with a smooth texture. Inside there were layers laced with whipped cream and thinly sliced strawberries. The berries were tart which balanced out the sweetness of the cream and spongy cake. He took another bite without hesitation.

“Do you like it?” Mitsuri asked, still facing away. He looked down at the plate. Half of the slice was gone and his stomach was not protesting.

“Yes. Normally, I don’t eat sweets, but this is different,” Obamai commented.

“I was worried you wouldn’t like it because of the cream and cake being too sugary, but I remembered you liked strawberries,” she explained. Of course, she’d take the time to remember his preference towards them. She noted everyone’s likes and dislikes. She even made the kakushi sakura mochi during her downtime. Kindness poured from her soul and he admired her for it.

“Though, I thought maybe you’d like to try something new on your birthday,” Mitsuri explained. She paused and dropped her fork with a gasp. So she knew. He swallowed and started pulling his bandages over his face in a hurry.

“Sorry, Rengoku-San said it was your birthday, but you don’t like to make a big deal about it. I wasn’t going to bring it up, but I wanted to-“ She shook her head. His hands stopped moving. “I thought it’d be nice to bake you a cake even if you don’t celebrate. Even if it wasn't, I'd still want to share a meal and talk. I like spending time with you and we don’t see each other often. We might as well make the most of it with the time we have together,” she continued.

He pulled his hands away from the wrappings. Inside he was melting like the whipped cream off the side of the cake. Mitsuri said nothing profound, but her words instilled a sense of belonging. She liked to spend time with him in person. The corners of his mouth turned up. Again, Mitsuri proved why she was called the Love Hashira. Loving her was as easy as breathing.

“It’s true. I don’t like celebrating my birthday, but it’s nice to share a meal,” he said before she rambled further. He ate another piece until his plate was clean. Obanai retied his wraps. “I’m done. You can turn around now.”

Mitsuri bobbed her head and turned to face him. Her cheeks tinted pink. “Even if you don’t like celebrating. I hope we can spend more days like this. Trying new food and talking about missions or anything really,” she admitted.

“Me too,” Obanai replied, which earned him a smile. Her face lit up as she wished him one happy birthday. He accepted her well wishes and they shifted topics to the tiger demon he fought. Two hours later he said his goodbyes and started his long walk home. If this was his 21st birthday, he hoped his 22nd would be spent eating another slice of cake with Mitsuri. If the universe offered him one small favor that would be it.

#obanai iguro #obamitsu #mitsuri kanroji #happy birthday #iguro obanai

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lucy1652 · 4 months ago

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Nobody cares about your birthday

#artists on tumblr #kny fanart #obanai iguro #happy birthday

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xxlady-lunaxx · 4 months ago

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another doodle bc i love him

#obanai iguro #my art #doodles #kny #happy birthday obanai #‼️#kimetsu no yaiba #ds #demon slayer #hashira #kny obanai #my lil baby #<3

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therantfairysblog · 4 months ago

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Happy birthday Iguro san

✍️ notes : it so lateee for his birthday but I'm getting writer's block and I'm not good at writing sweet stuff. Sorryyy iguro san, happy birthday 🎈🎈🥳🎉

Humming, prettily under the tree, she took a look at a little bento box she prepared. Kanroji sit, under the tree, watching a group of children playing around. She chuckled.

She put out a little mirror, checking her hair she put in a bun, her pink kimono that she never wear yet, smiling a little, showing off her reddish lip.

"hmm, hmmm....🎶

......

Iguro walking carefully among the crowd, to be honest he dislike it. He was never get used of that many people.

Kanroji send her letter to met him today, but she never tell why and she looked excited too.

He arrive at their promised place. Kanroji was there sitting prettily with her new kimono. He stunned. She's always beautiful but that day, she looked like an angel.

"Iguro sann, you come," Kanroji waving her hand. Her smile is so mesmerizing.

"hi Kanroji,....you look fine today"

"hehe thank you. Iguro san too. Come here, i prepared something for you,"

.....

"happy birthday, iguro san. " kanroji put out her bento box, a basket full of sweet and cakes she made herself.

Iguro feels his cheeks reddening. Kanroji prepared a lot and she's absolutely stunning today.

The day was clear with fall wind caressing their face. Iguro watch the love of his life eating with a faint smile behind his mask.

"thank you Kanroji, you prepared a lot," despite his small appetite and his developed hatred towards food, watching kanroji eating, for some reason make him hungry. There's some foreign cooking that he never taste too but rather than afraid of it, he feel curious.

"iguro-san, i made this strawberry cakes by myself. It takes a lot of trial but thanks God, it's come out quite good at last. I hope you like it," Iguro startled when Kanroji hand out a piece of pink strawberry cakes to him, attempting to feed him. He hesitant for a while, it's remind him of his family, suddenly his chest feel heavy, sweating.

"are you okay, iguro san, I'm sorry, are you okay?" Kanroji's voice startled him again.

"yes...yes I'm okay," he slowly open up his bandage, although he still quite afraid of Kanroji's view on his ugliness. As pure as she is, she never complain or questioned his face, which he relief of it but feel sorry for. The cake taste so heavenly as sweet as her. Iguro smiling put her worry away for a bit. He doesn't want Kanroji to feel bad or worry about him.

"iguro san, i wish you happiness, have a long live, i hope we can remain together for a long time," her smile mesmerized him.

'if only, we could meet in difference circumstances, and I'm not an iguro, perhaps'.

"of course, thank you so much Kanroji"

.......

"I don't even remember my birthday, nor today is my exact birthday to be honest," iguro started their talk while walking along the riverside.

"oh...err I'm not stalking you or anything....i wonder iguro san birthday, so i just asking from rengoku san....i mean he told me you live with them for a while....so...hmm, please don't feel weird about me..." kanroji reddening face with her bit panicking gesture chuckled him.

'oh my, Kanroji san please calm down," he laughed.

" it's not that, the way you care about my birthday, is a precious gift alone for me. This day, is just the day kyujuro choose for my birthday, it's the day i was saved. It's not really my birthday,"

There's sadness in his voice. Kanroji stopping her walk, her hand naturally touching his haori.

"Iguro san, the day you born, the day you saved, the day we meet. I wish Iguro san never feel burden, i want iguro san to feel happy every day, today, tomorrow too. At the very least, i wish Iguro san could feel a warm happiness when you with me like this. " her face turned red.

It's not a confession but why his heart beating so hard. Kanroji stood in front of him, with her holding his hand.

"Kanroji san...if you allow it. Can i.."

She just nodding her head. Slowly Iguro pulling her into his arms, hugging her as tightly as he could. Mitsuri hugging him back, tightly.

"I'm so happy, kanroji san. I'm so happy, thank you," he let his tears fall slowly in his cheeks. Kaburamaru moving slowly, as if hugging them both.

That day is perhaps the best day and the happiest day he ever feel in his 21 years of life.

"Happy birthday Iguro san"

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #obanai iguro #mitsuri kanroji #obamitsu #kny fanfic #happy birthday iguro

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ryuu-him1a · 4 months ago

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OBANAI IGRO BIRTHDAY ART!!! (HES MY FAVOURITE CHARACTERRR!!!) HAPPY BIRTHDAY OBII

#obanai iguro #kny fanart #birthday #serpent hashira #happy birthday #demon slayer #kny #serpent

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colourstreakgryffin · 1 year ago

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YO ITS OBANAI'S BIRTHDAY TODAY!! THE MAN WHO YOU A BIG SIMP FOR

AAJAKKSJSJSJDBSNDKDKN! IT IS?! OBANAAAAAII! MY MAN!

HAAPPY BIRTHDAY, HANDDSSOOOMEEEE~! 🥰🥰🥰

#iguro obanai #obanai iguro #send me asks #send asks #asks open #random asks #answered asks #asks and replies #good asks #anime asks #happy birthday Obanai #my main man #i love him so much #give him lots of love!

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lesbianasfuckwomen · 1 year ago

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Its the windmill's birthday!

Sanemi like to think of himself as a calm stable individual

He likes to think of himself as a level headed person, a person who wouldn't dare lift a single finger on a person.

So as any calm, sane, stable, and level headed person would do, he was keeping himself from wrapping his hands around the water pillar and choking the everliving life out of those blue eyes.

"Fuckin hell, is there anybody else here? I would take the fucking seaweed head then to be in the same room as mister 'I'm not like the rest of you'"

Now, any sane person would know not to reply to Sanemi since he looked as if he was about to commit murder at any moment but Tomioka Giyuu was everything but sane.

"Hello Shinazugawa, do you know what the date is?"

To be honest, Sanemi couldn't have given a single flying fuck about the date. To him everyday was the same. Clean up from the night before, help Shinobu out in the mansion, Complain to Iguro about some slayers, check on Genya, get assigned a mission, kill demon. and repeat.

He was on the way to check on Genya the stone mansion when an emergency hashira meeting was called thus landing him here, in the same room alone with mismatched haori.

It's safe to assume that Sanemi was pissed.

"Why the fuck would I know the date? And where the fuck are all the others? Himejima-san wouldn't dare being late to a hashira meeting"

"..."

"Well don't just be a stand alone silent bitch, say something!"

"You really don't know the date?"

Huh?

Okay what was so important about the date that Tomioka fucking Giyuu, the guy that didn't give a shit about time, to be so persistant for him to know the date?

Well, Sanemi knew around 4 days ago it was the 25th. So if he were to add 4 days to 25 he would get

"The 29th of November. There, happy now?"

"...Thats it?"

If Sanemi was pissed before (which he was) he was a boiling over volcano now.

"Yes thats it. What else do you want me to say edge lord? A couple days after that one American holiday?"

"Wow, didn't peg you to be the forgetful type Sanemi, thought that was Tokito's job."

"Fuck you, my memory is just fine!"

"Tokito refrain from cursing. Obanai stop picking fights with little kids. Sanemi are you really that stupid?"

"Fuck you Shinobu, i'm not stupid"

"Shinazugawa I will kindly ask you to refrain from cursing. We have a child here"

"Himejima-san, that 'child' just cursed out Obanai"

"Ara Ara Tomioka-san! You should speak up a bit more frequently, other people didn't even notice you!"

"e-eh, Tokito-kun, Shinazugawa-san, we shouldn't curse each other out!"

"I agree with Kanroji"

"Aren't you in lo-"

"Shut it Tokito"

Sanemi snorted, happy that he wasn't stuck with depressed emo nerd, but it wasn't long until Obanai's words caught up to him.

"Iguro what did you mean by me being forgetful? I don't think anything important is happening today"

"HAAAH? YOU FORGOT!?"

"Mitsuri if you could lower your voice"

"Right, sorry Shinobu. You forgot!?"

Now Sanemi wasn't angry, he was just confused.

"Alright, first Tomioka drilling me about the date, second Shinobu calling me an idiot and third you telling me I forgot about something? Okay if I forgot about something what did I forget about?"

"Your birthday silly!"

Oh. Oh. OHHHHH.

Oh shit

Thats what he forgot about.

So what, he's 22 now.

He never really celebrated his birthday, too focused on surviving in the hellhole he was supposed to call home. After his father sperm donor was killed, he kind of forgot his birthday existed.

"Wait- how did you guys know it was my birthday?"

"Thats for us to know"

"Iguro you little shit-"

Sanemi sighed and flushed a little red, embarrassed that he forgot, and came face to face with Tomioka the mother fucking Giyuu. Wayyy to close.

If Sanemi was a bit pink then he was a fucking tomato now. One thing he noticed was that Giyuu was holding an ohagi.

"Here, happy birthday"

Sanemi snatched the ohagi from Giyuu's hands and took a bite. It melted right on his tongue and hit the spot. It was the perfect amount of quantity, quality, and sweetness.

"I hope you like it. Genya told me how you like and how to make it. He's a sweet person, your brother. He's also adorable when he focuses. Hope you enjoy it 'Nemi'"

Sanemi likes to consider himself as a very nice person.

So as any calm, sane, stable, level headed person would do, he lunged for Tomioka's throat and proceeded to strangle the everliving shit out of the water hashira.

"STAY AWAY FROM MY FUCKING BROTHER!"

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI!!!!!!!!!!!

Sanemi is my favorite hashira by far. He is also one of the most complicated character I have ever seen. Happy birthday you emotionally constipated white-haired menace!

#kny #demon slayer #sanemi shinaguzawa #giyuu tomioka #obanai iguro #muichiro tokito #shinobu kocho #gyomei himejima #mitsuri kanroji #genya shinazugawa #hashira #happy birthday sanemi #eat your ohagi son #fanfiction #fanfic

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