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ven-venthatgirl · 8 months ago

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Male hashira x chubby black reader thanksgiving special

Giyuu Tomioka: The Awkward Thanksgiving Cook

Thanksgiving wasn’t really Giyuu’s thing—big celebrations made him anxious. But for you? He was willing to try.

You were in the kitchen, R&B playing softly as you prepared the turkey. Giyuu stood nearby, watching you like a hawk. “Do you… need help?” he asked, unsure what to do with his hands.

“Yes! Here, mash these potatoes,” you said, handing him a bowl.

Giyuu nodded, determined. However, it became clear he had no idea how to mash potatoes. He used the masher as if it were a sword, stabbing at them awkwardly.

“Giyuu!” you laughed, reaching to take the masher from him. “You’re supposed to press, not attack them like they’re a demon!”

His face turned red. “I—I was trying my best…”

You leaned over, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered, you know that?”

By the time dinner was ready, Giyuu was quiet, but his subtle glances told you everything he couldn’t say aloud. As you sat together, he reached over, taking your hand.

“Thank you for this,” he murmured. “I’m… grateful for you. For putting up with me.”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “You don’t have to thank me, Giyuu. I love you.”

Blushing furiously, he leaned in and kissed you gently, his other hand resting on your waist. “I love you too.”

Gyomei Himejima: The Gentle Giant’s Feast

Gyomei had insisted on helping you prepare Thanksgiving dinner, but his idea of “helping” was carrying every heavy dish and ingredient, leaving you with nothing to lift.

“Gyomei, I can carry the pie,” you said, laughing as he effortlessly balanced the turkey and stuffing.

“Your hands should be free to work your magic,” he said, his deep voice soothing.

Despite his size, Gyomei was a careful and precise cook, gently seasoning dishes and tasting everything to ensure it was perfect. “This cranberry sauce is as sweet as you are,” he said, a smile gracing his face.

You blushed, playfully swatting his arm. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Later, when it was time to eat, Gyomei pulled out a chair for you, his large hands brushing your waist as he guided you to your seat. “You’ve worked hard, Y/N. Let me take care of everything now.”

As the night wound down, you found yourself wrapped in his arms on the couch, his warm hand resting on your hip. “I am endlessly thankful for you,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You bring so much joy into my life.”

“You’re gonna make me cry,” you whispered, burying your face in his chest.

“Then I’ll hold you tighter,” he said, his arms wrapping around you like a fortress.

Sanemi Shinazugawa: The Competitive Chef

“Y/N, move over! I’m making the mac and cheese,” Sanemi barked, shoving his way into the kitchen.

“Sanemi, I already started it!” you protested, trying to nudge him away.

“Yeah, but I can make it better,” he said, smirking as he reached for the shredded cheese.

Cooking with Sanemi was a battle. He insisted on doing everything his way, which led to a messy kitchen and lots of bickering. At one point, he accidentally splashed gravy on your shirt.

“Sanemi!” you yelled, glaring at him.

He froze, then shrugged. “You look cute covered in food.”

“Apologize!”

“Never.”

Despite the chaos, dinner turned out amazing. As you sat down to eat, Sanemi’s expression softened. “You did good, babe,” he said, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand. “I don’t say it enough, but… I’m thankful for you. Even when you nag me.”

“Wow. So romantic,” you deadpanned.

“Come here,” he said, tugging you into his lap. Before you could protest, he kissed you deeply, his hands resting on your waist. “Happy Thanksgiving, brat.”

Kyojuro Rengoku: The Sunshine Chef

Kyojuro was all smiles as he helped you in the kitchen, his energy lighting up the room. “Y/N! This turkey is going to be the most flavorful bird in history!” he declared, holding a shaker of spices like it was a sacred artifact.

“You said that about the yams,” you teased, laughing.

“And I was correct!”

Cooking with Kyojuro was fun, albeit messy. He sang along to your playlist, twirling you around the kitchen in between tasks. At one point, he tried to flip a pancake and ended up tossing it onto the ceiling.

“Kyo!”

“It’s fine! A minor setback!”

When dinner was ready, Kyojuro made a speech about how thankful he was for you. “You, Y/N, are the brightest flame in my life. I am honored to spend today—and every day—with you.”

You couldn’t help but smile as he pulled you into a hug, lifting you off your feet. “Kyo, you’re ridiculous,” you said, laughing.

“Ridiculously in love with you!” he replied, kissing you passionately.

Tengen Uzui and His Wives: The Flashiest Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving with Tengen and his wives was an extravagant event. The table was decked out with gold-trimmed plates and candles, and everyone had dressed up, even though it was just dinner at home.

“Only the flashiest celebration for my gorgeous wife!” Tengen said, wrapping an arm around your waist.

Suma was in charge of desserts, though she kept sneaking bites. Makio and Hinatsuru worked on sides, while Tengen focused on entertaining you.

“Y/N, taste this!” he said, feeding you a piece of turkey.

“It’s good,” you said, laughing.

“Good? It’s magnificent!”

When it was time to eat, Tengen insisted on sitting next to you, his hand on your thigh the entire meal. “Let me remind you how thankful I am for you, my love,” he whispered, leaning close to kiss your cheek.

After dinner, the group pulled you into a dance party in the living room, Tengen twirling you dramatically. “This is the best Thanksgiving ever!”

Obanai Iguro: The Quiet Romantic

Obanai wasn’t big on holidays, but he tried his best for you. He stayed close as you cooked, occasionally stepping in to offer quiet suggestions.

“Don’t over-season the stuffing,” he said, watching you closely.

“You don’t trust me?” you teased.

“I trust you… I just want it to be perfect,” he admitted, his cheeks pink.

When dinner was ready, Obanai sat next to you, his hand finding its way to your waist. He didn’t say much, but his actions spoke volumes. He made sure you had everything you needed and even offered to do the dishes after.

Later, as you cuddled on the couch, he pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your neck. “Thank you for today,” he said quietly. “I’m thankful for you. For your patience with me. For… everything.”

You turned to kiss him softly. “I’m thankful for you too, Obanai.”

Muichiro Tokito: The Quiet Sweetheart

Muichiro had forgotten it was Thanksgiving until you reminded him, but he quickly got into the spirit. He followed you around the kitchen, asking questions about the food.

“Why is it called stuffing?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Because you stuff it in the turkey,” you explained, laughing.

“That makes sense.”

Muichiro wasn’t the best cook, but he helped in small ways, like handing you utensils and taste-testing everything. “This is good,” he said after every bite, his tone serious.

When dinner was ready, he sat next to you, his hand brushing against yours. “Thank you for making this,” he said softly. “I’m… happy to be here with you.”

After dinner, you cuddled together on the couch, his head resting on your shoulder. “I love you, Y/N,” he said simply, his hand finding yours.

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I love you too, Muichiro.”

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Happy thanksgiving yall, ik this is very late but I celebrate my thanksgiving at nighttime hope you have a good feast 😌👍 btw my links are acting weird ill get that fixed soon

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cutieeva · 8 months ago

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Snow and Rose

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 Female reader

Warnings : Murders. Violence.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒

❛ 愛 ❜

He was filthy. Made to be discard and dislike and disgust hence the reason he even did not dare utter the pure words of love to the one he grew to not dislike however it all changed when he saved a woman. An peculiar one with taste of adressing herself as a snow and him, a disfigured man—rose

It was the first night of the winter. Crimson petal of rose slowly fell atop of the untainted white snow. To be honest the blush fall on the snow looked breathtaking. So beautifully vast yet together by nature almost seem like the destiny also choose in the harshest winter will bear the most adored rose to be seen.

The first time she saw them, it was unsuited together yet now if this was her last image of the world's beauty before withering away. She is thankful enough, smiling under the cold whiteness where she lay, drenched in her blood surround her and pain numb little by little. Now that her vision fading she wish to indulged the nature of destiny more. She wish to find her own rose in the snow, a lover she meant and perhaps children too. ? How odd of her to even question of her own wish to bear children when she knows no rose is there for her.

As the roses always wirther, unsuited to the snow like she thought, no one likes snow. Even those who believed to like only do for few weeks, months not years, certainly not decades.

Snow as beautiful is cold, far cold she realize after embracing in the ground, blush of her skin drying and tears gather to flow silently.

How she wished to see the sunrise for the last time. One last time before passing to void of nothing, she knew heaven and hell were only words for fear to do good despite being surround by hell. One last tear roll down as she embrace the death when a crunch of foot earned her sight.

Eyes rolling to see the demon, the culprit of her death towering surprise to feel the drop of crimson. Not one from the rose petal rather of blood along stench of someone's death coloring the sliver sword he holds. He who is not the demon her mind knows at least, however an stranger wrapped in black cloth like the void of night and white cloth wrap around his mouth with snake rest upon his neck. His eyes, Unusual she ever seen one teal and another yellow.

His gaze bore at her, laying on the snow and blood circle around her like an painting of death with petals of rose fallen near her forehead almost seem like an crown of farewell flowers. She looks utterly and hauntingly beautiful he is afraid to say the rose suit her with the snow. Even her tears of sorrow paint her beautiful. His eyes locked on those (E/C) eyes that he forgot it's close and pale hue cover her entirity.

Like a bleak of a man his knee bend down, fingers almost curl refuse to taint the body by brushing his filthy touch yet with gentle he never grace one with did he hold her, cold sweep into his warmth and her body in his hand vulnerably he embrace her clothed part more to begin walking the path of his home where many also lives.

Pain greet her awake, her sight met with the white ceiling of a house than the void of nothing she expected. The pain in her body told her the answer of her life. She is alive and the beautiful nature of rose met snow was not her last image of mother earth's beauty nor the man she viewed.

The man in question is none where to seen when the door slide open stand a beautiful woman, smiling gently. "She must like butterfly". (Y/N) judged from the hair pin of butterfly to her dress print.

"Ara, Ara, you are awake. I see". (Y/N) bow to the woman despite the pain in her stomach yet her face remain unchanged. Stoic as before. "Do not distress yourself further. I fear your present state is one of considerable pain." The woman came closer to find indeed the blood taint the white again.

(Y/N) apologize softly.

"No apologies necessary, I assure you." Her laugh was melodies that the man almost slip her mind.

"Oh. A man, with snake around his neck ?" She continue, her eyes as if reliving the time. "Have you seen him ?" The actions of that woman's hand pause and staring at those purple eyes oddly seem empty and lost.

"I do. He is one of the demon slayers". Strange words. Demon slayers and demons. Both belonged to monstrous fairytales she never liked to read and now very real to see, one was eater almost pushed her to the edge of life and another an savior, retrieve her life yet both interwoven with one another.

"Oh. Would you be so kind as to inform me of his whereabouts, that I may pay my respects ?" The woman stare at (Y/N). No human she ever seen so indifferent to the word demon. One must bear some hatred or kindness or any emotions linked. Never indifference. Perhaps the lack is what present her so different however naïve to the laws of world.

"You may, he will be found next door, precisely where the wounded gentlemen resides." Her finger point to near the door of (Y/N)'s right and she nod.

"Thank you". She stood to the woman's surprise and walk with difficulty to the next door, sliding open to find three young lads on the bed with another beautiful woman with pink hair and that man. That man's soften gaze saw her bend her body to bow and utter the words she truly felt from the core of her heart.

"Thank you for saving me" . The tone and the face remained unchanged however those eyes he notice was pure, clearance with courage Obanai swears. Courage he won't be rewarded, not with the blood in his veins.

"It was my duty". He replied, turning away from her and she left quietly. All were too suprise to intervene the tight tension darting from the unknown to the cold demon slayer. He who thought their first words exchange to be the last.

However here she is, sitting beside Tanjiro, applying herbs like the gentle caress of a mother to his wounds he receive from Obanai during their period of training. A furrow appear in his brows, why is she here ? His eyes slide to the stomach cover by her cloth and by movements of her body she appears to be healthy.

Soon he learnt after she recovered did she request to dedicate herself to nursing she was by experience and Shindou welcomed her. What a play of destiny he thought watching intently how with unchanged poise she clean one gruesome wound than previous.

"How calm". He wonders, how can a woman be so devoid of expression ? Even Shinobu plaster a smile and here she is, and was at her last breath crafted the same expression.

"I offer my sincerest gratitude, your expertise is truly remarkable." Tanjior in his cherry voice smiled large and she returned only with a nod. He narrow his eyes, was she also poise in front of the culprit of her death ? Or did she cried, begged or perhaps— .

"The gentleman is cleared to depart." Her words directly to the older demon slayer and he nod, averting gaze with someone first because of how unashamed they were. He took him alongside and wish to never view her.

What a foolish thing to pray when she is at his each sight. One time brooming with the little girls despite them playing, laughing and joining her hands to round each other she only played along unchanged as if her soul was not present while her body was.

Another time dusting and cleaning the injury manor and he was there, yet not once she glanced or tries to word with him. Not that he desired so rather finding her like an puzzle. So locked unlike Mitsuri who is like the sun, bright and bathed in pureness and free like an open book he can read. Even that butterfly demon slayer seem easier to understand than she. A lady with unfamiliar origin, name he didn't care to learn and expression never change.

Upon another occasion, a youthful trainee, gravely injured, was brought forth, his face snarl in pain and half his form scorched by the ravages of fire yet she didn't so little flinch. She beheld the charred flesh, and with unflinching resolve, set about healing the wounds. It made him wonder again would she grasp, be horrified or pity the demon slayer if she shown her the scar in his— shaking such filthy words, he walked down that time.

"(Y/N) hurry, the Serpent Hashira and the Wind Hashira needs help !" She pause in her hurried steps. Her savior was in need and the thought to return the debt come to her mind. Her feet went to the room watching the two strongest demon slayers swallowing pain as they lay on the bed. "One of the demons poisoned them so the little wounds are deadly".

Her trembling hands took the medicines and herbs, as being advised she about to touch the Serpent Hashira, he wield his sharp sword to her chin, little inches away and his snake hiss. "Don't come near me". His words tender yet the sentences chilling sharp and she can not help ponder why.

"What ? we don't have male—".

"Let me do my own". He cut the argue he finds not needed.

"However you have no knowle—". Kanao tries to change his mind for good.

"I can!" he asserted, the crimson-tinted the binding around his mouth and voice bending into whisper with his pale skin whiter. (Y/N) is afraid the poison rushing faster.

"By all means, proceed. But heed my caution: observe my movements, then replicate, lest harm ensues. Do you understood ?" Obanai who never thought her to spoke nod and took the medicines and clothes. (Y/N) note the wounds are in his arm, thigh and shoulder thus she walk beside him to another silent room—she assume his room and sat, turning face away to hear the shuffles of clothes unraveling and she begin to show on her clothed body while he remain silent, save for the occasionally groans and strainted huffs.

"Completed". She nod and he finally turn his eyes at her back, wondering why she is unmoved.

"May I see your work, that I might judge its merit ?" She hoped to have yes however deep inside the answer was spoken in silent already.

"No". No. As she expected and nod to maneuver towards his clothed self and about to stand at her feet when Obanai narrow his eyes in displease. That expression and lack of words. Always of few words, indifference and unafraid. All of the qualities he wished he had within himself. Indifference of other's eyes, unafraid of the past and courageous.

Implused by his deranged thoughts and in daze of his wound. "Would you be scared of this ?" Uncaring he rip the binding of his mouth, the cool breeze brush against the dreadful scar that is still fresh in his memory. His eyes close like the binding was a relieve of pain however he waited. For a strangling scream, disgust grasp, pity words or anything. Save for the errie silence.

Each muscle of his body tense at the feel of an soft touch at the corner of his lips and his hand shoot up holding her wrist and eyes wide to be face at her expression. And indeed it was not in vain.

Alas, the rosy flush that painted her entire visage, and the demure shimmer in those crystalline eyes, told a tale he had not expected to behold. Even her skin blushed from his touch alone.

A hatred twist his inside as he swing her hand and yelled harsh. "Get out !" She flinch and run out. His head buried in his palm, he did not intent to yell, however what could he had done if that bewitching woman's expression did not just brew a hope in his heart. A hope no one did and he himself dare not aknowledge.

"What was that ?" Bewildered he erased her image of blush.

He must have frighten her because the few days later she was none of his sight and it was unknown how he felt so he walked to his room when the moon's shine lighten on the letter slide to the gap of the door. His finger touch the paper and read. 'To the respected Serpent Hashira. From (L/N) (Y/N).'

An name he is unfamiliar could only belonged to that woman. "(Y/N)". The name roll down his flesh, sounding hauntingly pleasant. He grip the paper hard and went inside. First he sit and grab the candle near the paper he almost wish to burn, not read any words behind the paper. Still his curiosity drive him to open and unfold the smooth lines of paper.

'You might have forgetten what had occur to the day of your injury yet I do not and thus the letter was crafted, whether view it as an unworthful letter or cowardly one, it's your choice however I won't delay your time and say the words I had not courage to utter in front of you that the scar you showed me was in my view an scar of loathe, pain and sorrow of the past because the way it's craved could not be done willingly—' Obanai turn away from the paper, unwelcomed memories slit his mind and fill his vision.

"Useless". He deemed the paper and the fire of the candle so close however something, perhaps hope convince him to read further.

"My intention was not to recall your unpleasant memories however I had to because the next words I say might desire you to kill me even hate me I fear, because your wound blossoms red like the petals of rose, breathtakingly beautiful, so beautiful that I was mesmerized. I am wretched for holding dear and falling in love with the sorrow you might have, the very thing I am in love is the one you hate, so please it's not a letter of forgiveness because do not forgive me. Do not forgive me ever".

His hand fell limp as fingers still grip on the paper become tighter than ever and the candle's light illuminate his fiery blush face and the glistening rims of his eyes betrayed a depth of feeling he could hardly grasp.

"Is it not a confession ?" His other palm cover his face and brush upon the binding that for the first time did not evoke feelings of revulsion and disgust rather sentiments he had not felt for anyone, not even the love Hashira. Because the unpleasant memories dissipated the moment his scar made contact, replaced by her passion words, which floated in his vision like ethereal whispers.

At the early rise of the sun Obanai ran to the butterfly manor to find her not Kanon who raise a eyebrow and continue her duty.

"Might I inquire as to the present location of Miss (L/N) ?" His question made her confuse before sighing.

"Good heavens! You haven't heard ? She resigned, having met my elder sister in person and left a letter for us all, though, alas, it reveals nothing of her destination." Her voice somber reflections on the departure of the benevolent lady, whom she had not had the opportunity to bid farewell, a circumstance that pained her, much like her sister.

The words save for the resigned tune out. The sounds distant and dishonest. H-how could it ? How could it be ? When she confessed her love merely yesterday ? "The letter ? May I see it ?" She hand over the paper he unfold to read and yes, it's her farewell for eternal. How cruel, she left. He almost threw the paper in fit of rage but he knew better and did not.

She is one cowardly woman he ever met.

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A red rose.

The first single rose appear at (Y/N)'s doorstep was few weeks later she moved from the demon slayer's corps to a small village little further from the branch and the house she stay was bearable and decent food was nearby to attend. The real reason she left was due to the passion confession her heart forced her hand to give however when she comes to realize the man she was giving and his profession was, she decide to separate herself.

Because the man would never love her back and his profession was oath to death, no sense of life was guaranteed and she swears the heartbreak of future could not stitch the patchs of broken heart.

From childhood she watched her mother obedient like a pet to her father and never replied back and his father always remained gentleman and cold. Very different than the fairytales she dislike yet reads for the sake of befriending others.

Soon growing up she realize because of the unspoken law of marriage. A wife is a doll of his husband who married for the sake of duty. They were not in love instead tied down in duty where she, the child was a bond they had to create by society's pressure and sheding her innocence to adulthood, it's her time to take the role of doll for someone else.

And at first few men did choose her, some even confess their love but after few months they left, giving the ring of their betrothed away.

"Your demeanor is as frigid as the grave. How might I be expected to harbor affection for one so seemingly devoid of vitality?"

"(Y/N), I must confess, it pains me to consider the possibility that you do not return my ardent affections. Your demeanor suggests a certain...indifference towards me."

"Miss (L/N), though I have always held your beauty in the highest esteem and affection however our spent time leads my heart yearns for a deeper connection. I confess, I covet a love that stems from genuine attachment, not mere obligation."

"If your heart truly beats for mine, then demonstrate your affection through tender compassion ! Speak words of endearment, that I might be assured of your love !"

Some were good, some were spoiled and some greedy yet what common in them was their speech of words of how cold she is and like snow she is beautifully admired—not loved. To be honest she hated all the men that left her, even if some were really good she loathe them. Why ? Because none tried to know the dept of her love for them because she did love them, each and every one of them. Yes ! not as deep as the love of Zhi Nü for Niu Lang. Still she did, what she couldn't was to express them. She simply does not know. Words were not easy to utter as she wanted and affections never surface properly.

Also their love was not worth if they left so easily leading her to become spinster and out of roof as for her family's reputation she was a staint so she left, no cries, pleads or any attachment. What prevails her is that quiet tears still roll down.

Leading her at the first night to encounter a hungry demon and that man, she for and realize after viewing his scar. He awoke a whole world inside her she was hidden from and now she can not help wonder if she had known him better could she bear courage to court him.

Red rose on top of the snow. Her sight snap to the ruby hue and turn to the vase inside the house already had seven more red rose rest. Adding this will be seven. It's strange no one comes to mind who would give her flowers like a secret admirer. Like confessing secret love to her.

With steps that softly crunched above the winter's white blanket, she approached the flower, its beauty unmarred by frost's chill grasp. Her fingers enveloped its slender stem free of thorns. The rose errierly remind her of him. His beauty of an rose and sharp gaze of thorn to protect. Perhaps thus she collect the roses.

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Slap !

Embracing her new role as a cleaning worker in the village proved daunting for her. As both a woman and alone seen beneath of men after all.

"Your defiance has cost us dearly. You should have layed your body at the customer's whims equals to a king's demands, were left unfulfilled. Your stubbornness has turned gold to dust. You ungrateful witch !" The pain at her cheek throb and she lowered her head, choosing silence, closing eyes to feel the next and next until the wife of the owner hold his hand.

"Oh dearie, this is a noodle shop. Not a brothel, what she had done is right because imagine rumors spreading of our humble restaurant turning into selling women. How bad is it not ?" His wife in tender voice trap him in sprouts of nonsense and he, halting and debating the words.

(Y/N) gratitude the lady in mind and caught sign of her hand twisting towards exit. "Go out". With eyes darting in secretion (Y/N) bow to her and quietly walked away from the unfair abuse and her night shift.

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Chirps of bird and noise of hens awake her and ignoring the ache in her cheeks she walk to the door and her eyes wide and mind in confusion.

She blink once, twice and slowly, very slowly walk on the snow to the center where a folded man's cloth is layed above blood with a rose on the side. The eighth rose. Her (E/C) eyes stare at the cloth for moments before walking to the noodle owner's house that is few walks away and not long a cry of agony rip out.

Her walk slow down and she watched the crowd form and the wife's cries in her corpse husband's body that is naked and blood sweeping from the stabs in his stomach and dried blood from the hole of his either cheeks. Pity bleed within (Y/N) for the newly widow— not the man. He deserved it and a happiness bloom thinking how length of love her secret admirer bear.

She went to her yard again and the cloth vanish and blood buried leaving the rose and a letter. "Was he here ?" A shiver ran her spine, glancing around to spot only to be failed and she read the letter.

'I am not good with words however what I am good is at welding swords and that man deserve equally as the demon heads' Demons. Holding the rose at one and letter at another, finally one man comes to her mind. The serpent demon slayer.

And she is unaware what to do and if her thought is even true.

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"Leave me !" (Y/N) yelled to the previous customer of the noodle shop who she was beated for and now tormenting her at night of street. "I said leave me !" She screamed attracting heads of the crowd letting the man loose his grip and her chance to escape.

Ninth rose lay beside the cloth of a man painted in blood. She walked out of her yard at the early morning and roam to find his body calmly and the crowd forming told her already. She close the gap, catching glimpse of his naked body layed to be humiliated and stabs in his stomach and holes on his palms where the man grip her by.

And as she expected when she return to her yard, the cloth was erased, blood buried and rose with letter repeating the same words.

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"It must be you ! You wretched woman, you got my husband killed ! After being bewitched by you, was he killed ! It must be you". The wife of the man yesterday murdered she was not even aware married came to her doorstep at midnight, screaming and throwing scornful words she does not like.

"I do not, mam". Calmly and unchanged she answered, attempt at closing the door she mistake to open and when the wife caught hint of that, (Y/N) felt a rush of coldness at her face. Numb snow cold her warm body as (Y/N) part her lips to say she was thrown more snow and more and more.

Until a wet slick sound and sudden stop of snow lead her head to turn meeting the scene of a sliver sword pierced the wife's stomach and glide back gushing blood and her body limp at once revealing Obanai, the serpent hashira standing with a blank expression and when met with (Y/N)'s, did it sparkle the beauty of emotions.

Her eyes also saw in his another hand holding the rose. Tenth rose. "At the tenth rose I decided to finally meet you". Loudly he confessed. Both to being the secret admirer and the murderer however not a hint of fear he felt not because he considerate himself powerful rather at the mercy of her love. While he thought he loved the love Hashira, (Y/N) mold the very love to him. While the love hashira was the shining sun, pure and out of his reach stem from pure respect, (Y/N) plant the seed of love from the mere words of his scar he loathe, she turn the hatred and self-disgust of the scar marred his skin into a memory of their sweet love. With the words of her and blushful image of her touched his corner lips brew him the feel of worthy to loved and love. She made him feel human.

Now at each touch of his mouth, rather than ashamed and scared did his heart skip beats at her face, at each touch of his mouth reminds him of her words. The confession of her yearning and passion he never received from one before and she graced him so deep, he could not help fall deeper, running to every village from small to huge at search of her and when found the relieve of bliss remind him once again how unable of her he has no life of his own anymore.

"Forgive me, Miss (L/N). I could not force you to my will defying yours so all I could do was remove the obstacles and wait for your return to me as I have fallen for you deeply". At each step closer to her he said each word and finishing he give her the rose, waiting to see her accepting or throwing.

Fear gripped his heart to be honest a little— no, a lot, the fear of rejection from the woman he holds dearly to his heart will crush him however he will wait, as long as needed and continue removing the filth from her life. Flith that forced his hand and deserved to be united with the demons.

Oh, how sweet. (Y/N) couldn't believe. A man who go length beyond for her and love her to the end without leaving is an heaven. Even more when it's the same man she did not even dare dream of loving her back holding rose for her and bloody sword to others.

How could she resist such love. An love scary and undeserving at other's view is her everything.

Her finger grasp the rose and lean forward to press a kiss the man above his binding who's those unusual beautiful eyes wide only to soften. Her lips parted and said. "Forgive me not I am in love with you".

"Forgiven because I am in too". He returned blooming a smile on her lips. Language of love she heard once, love that not only utter from words alone however also from actions of service for their love. Perhaps this man has that.

FIN

𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐨𝐟 ◸◜𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 ◞◿

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sanemislittledemon · 6 months ago

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Obanai x insecure!reader

cw: eating disorder

A/N: this is from my own experiences!! Eating disorders look different for everyone. What it looks like for you is valid and you are loved!

🩷My dms are always open🩷

🩷requests open🩷

Y/N jerks awake at the feeling of a hand stroking her hair, the woman’s eyes shoot up to look at the other person above her. She instantly regrets opening her eyes so abruptly causing her head to pound.

“O-Obanai?”

“Hello beloved. I’m back from my mission”

The man kneels beside their shared futon while he gently runs his hand through her hair. She hums in response and lays her head back on the pillow, begging her head to stop hurting

that’s what I get for not eating

Kaburamaru slithers from Obanai neck to coil himself around Y/Ns wrist, the snake senses her discomfort and the hashira does also.

Obanai brushes his slender fingers along her cheeks to caress her face “beloved, have you not been resting well? Your face is pale”

“Should I go get Kocho?” The serpent hashira asks

At the man’s words Y/N tenses and her eyes find his in slight panic. “No need to bother Kocho! I’m fine!” She reassures but it’s obvious Obanai wasn’t buying it. The serpent hashira narrows his eyes at the woman in a silent question making Y/N sit up and hold Kaburamaru in her lap.

“If you don’t want me getting Kocho then tell me the truth” the man said firmly leaving no room for debate

Y/N looked down at the white snake in her lap, this is the first time Obanai has been this forceful with her and it’s slightly frightening. Kaburamaru slithers his body close to hers like he could sense her anxiety and is trying to comfort her. That small action made the wall she built around herself crumble and she’d couldn’t stop her tears from escaping.

Obanais eyes went wide the worry as he’s arms closed in around the sobbing woman and that makes him even more concerned. Obanai noticed a slight change on her figure and frantically looked around at her body with his sharp eyes “have you lost weight?” He asked, his voice shaky and his concern was confirmed with a small nod of her head.

“I’ve only been gone five days!” He slightly raised his voice making the woman tense in his arms

Her sobbing grew louder at the man’s reaction but he just held her tighter and let her shake in his arms while he pets her head. “Shhh it’s okay. Forgive me for yelling”

The time passed slowly as Obanai held his beloved, never once letting go until the sobs turned to light sniffing. The man ran his fingers through her hair trying to get her to understand she’s safe and he’s not angry at her.

“I-I’m sorry for worrying you” she said in a voice that’s strained from crying

Obanai shook his head that was sitting on top of hers and lightly tightened his grip on her “you never have to apologize to me but I want to help you. Please let me?” Obanai replied softly in the tone of voice that never fails to calm her

Y/N was silent for along time her mind racing about what to tell the man.

Would he still love me?

In her lap Kaburamru sensed her worry and slithered around her neck and rubbed his head on the side of her cheek in an act of comfort.

Y/N let out a shaky sigh and pulled back from Obanai but her gaze stayed firmly in her lap “I-I haven’t ate s-since you’ve been on your mission” she mumbled under her breath but it was still enough for Obanai to hear and he felt his heart drop

Obanai has his own personal issues with food so he isn’t sure how to go about this whole thing considering he will go up to three days without eating but this isn’t good and he knows it. The man’s hands lightly shake and the silence in the air weighs heavy on them both. Obanai thinks for a long while unsure where to do from here but he needs to know why

Obanai pulls the woman back to his chest and cautiously asks “please tell me why and I promise to help you”

Y/N pauses for a long moment, this topic is very sensitive for her and she didn’t know how to explain. She’s always hated the way she looked and would compare herself to every thin woman she sees. The voice was always in the back of her mind

why would a hashira love a fat pig like you?

Y/N rubs her hand together anxiously and finally spoke in a small voice “I-I’ve been struggling with my body image f-for a long time and haven’t been eating very much” she explained

Obanai listened to her intently without saying a word until he knew she as finished. The man reached out and gripped her trembling hands and held them close to his chest “how long?” He asked firmly but gently as to not scare the woman again

At the question tears began to fall silently down her cheeks and she has to take a moment to work up the courage to respond “mostly when you’re on missions but sometimes after we eat together I’ll go to the washroom and throw it up” she explained with shame laced in her voice

Obanais breath hitched at all the memories crashing like a wave in his mind of all the times his beloved excused herself after eating, the Hashira felt the veins pop on the sides of his neck with anger but not at her never at her but at himself.

Obanai forced his anger down but that did nothing to stop the single tear that escaped his turquoise eye. The tear falls on Y/N’s trembling hands and the shock made her head fly up to finally see the mess he is. Obanais eyes were blood shot and he was lightly trembling

The woman starts babbling apology after apology to the man until his arms circle back around her quickly cutting off her ramblings. Obanais shoulders shake with the effort it takes to stop more tears from falling.

“I’m sorry i let it get this bad” he mumbles into her hair

Obanai holds her for what feels like eternity, he never wants to let her go especially to that deep darkness in her mind. When he is finally able to get his emotions back under control he pulls back just enough to see the worried look on his beloveds face, the look of regret a look the serpent hashira knows all too well

“We’ll get through this together. You won’t have to go through this alone” The man says in a low voice and the woman in his arms just nods

“We will help each other” Obanai whispers before leaning in to lightly press his bandage covered lips to her forehead

The action has Kaburamaru circling around both of their necks like he was binding them together, the pair was stunned for a moment before they both softly laughed at the snake. Obanai looked at his companion with a light expression “she’ll be okay. don’t worry” he reassures the snake before turning his attention back to his beloved

“First let’s get Kocho to look at you” he says firmly so she doesn’t protest but to his surprise she smiles softly at him and replies “let’s go”

#demon slayer #kny #demon slayer imagines #chubby reader #x chubby reader #obanai iguro #kny obanai #obanai x reader #tw eating issues #i trust this will find the right audience #reqs open #plus size reader

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fatkish · 9 months ago

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Demon Slayer Masterlist

demon slayer a/b/o idea

Hanahaki au with Kyojuro and Sanemi

Gyomei x Neko Spirit reader NSFW

Tengen & wives x Wheelchair Reader

Sanemi x Natural Demon Reader 1/2

Mitsuri & Obanai x Chubby Reader

Kokushibo x Hashira Reader NSFW

Kokushibo x Human Reader

Hashira x Foreigner Reader

Hashira x scarred mouth Reader

Monster Gyomei x Depressed Reader 1/2

Alpha Gyutaro x Omega Reader

Giyuu X Cat Demon Reader

Monster Gyomei X Depressed Reader 2/2 NSFW

Haganezuka x Fire Spirit Reader

Tengen Uzui & Wives x Reader Hybrid AU

Muzan Kibutsuji x Hashira Reader

Giyuu x Total Opposite Reader

Sanemi X PuppyGirl Reader NSFW

Muzan X Reader Demon of Hearts

Hashira & Kamaboko Squad x Undead Reader

Sanemi x PuppyGirl Reader 2/2 NSFW

Demon Slayer 700 Followers Hybrid Event

Yandere Kokushibo X Reader NSFW

Muzan & Kokushibo x Incubus reader NSFW

Gyomei Himejima x Suicidal Reader

Demon Slayer Incubus/succubus Imagine NSFW

Yandere Giyuu x Reader

Y/N x Kimetsu no Gauken

Sanemi x Natural Spirit Reader 2/2

Hashiras & Muzan react to Reader Pampering them

Hashira and their Children

Demon Child series:

Demon child 1/12

Demon Child 2/12

Demon Child 3/12

Demon Child 4/12

Demon Child 5/12

Demon Child 6/12

Demon Child 7/12

Demon Child 8/12

Demon Child 9/12

Demon Child 10/12

Demon Child 11/12

Demon Child 12/12

#demon slayer x reader #muzan x reader #demon slayer x child reader #tengen x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku smut #obanai x mitsuri x reader #obanai x reader #sanemi x reader #gyutaro x reader #misturi x reader #kokushibo x reader #kokushibo smut #gyomei smut #gyomei x reader #giyuu x reader #giyuu smut #haganezuka x reader #sanemi smut

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gothicxreylover · 6 months ago

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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.

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

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

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

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.

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zikkytheblicky · 1 year ago

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♡︎ you can call me zikky or any pet names if you prefer. I’m black and Jamaican— pronouns are he/him/they/them/theirs i’m transgender and bisexual !!

(REMAKE.)

⊹ FANDOMS ⊹

ও jjk (satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji zen’in, yuta okkutsu, kenjaku as geto, ryomen sukuna, masamichi yaga, kiyotaka ijichi, toge inumaki, aoi todo)

ꔛ csm (denji, aki hayakawa, kishibe, hirofumi yoshida, young kishibe)

✦ astv (miles 42, hobie, miguel o’hara, spider noir)

⊹ demon slayer (tanjiro kamado, kyojuro rengoku, inosuke hashibara, sanemi shinazugawa, tengen uzui, giyu tomioka, obanai iguro, gyomei himejima, kokushibo, muzan kibutsuji, akaza, kagaya ubuyashiki, doma, gyutaro)

★ kpop groups (stray kids n SEVENTEEN)

(such little fandoms ik!! i don’t watch a lot of things/remember what i watch , sorry !!)

⊹ DNI LIST ⊹

-homophobes, transphobes, racists, antisemitics, zionists, trolls, isnotreal supporters, dsmp stans/fans, female readers (this includes SHE/THEY, SHE/HER, SHE/XE/THEY, etc.), people who sexualize itadori, sexists, pedophiles, rapists, sex offenders.

⊹ i WILL write

black male reader

feminine t!m/m reader chubby black male reader

trans black male reader

trans chubby black male reader

pre top surgery black male reader

pre top surgery chubby black male reader

pre bottom surgery black male reader

pre bottom surgery chubby black male reader

male reader

chubby male reader

Pre top surgery male reader

pre top surgery chubby male reader

pre bottom surgery male reader

pre bottom surgery chubby male reader

submissive t!m/m reader

switch t!m/m reader

feminine t!m/m reader

any kink besides body fluid ones and foot fetish

gay t!m/m reader

sugar daddy x sugar bby trope

any trope really except for those cringe ones like golden retriever x black cat idk those are just.. uhm. like just say introverted x extroverted trope if you really want that one!! (My op sorry.)

pet names , i love them. Except for those really.. cringe ones like "my little sugar waffle! " stop it. I will use different language ones too depending on the characters nationality.

fluff

smut

“ crack “

t!m/m reader with a core/style (any types of cores like aaliyah core for ex).

WILL NOT WRITE ⊹

any kink involving body fluids or foot fetish.

HEAVY angst (r@pe, HEAVY abuse, etc.)

m preg. Like i'll do the getting cummed inside of part but not the giving birth.. having kids.. like no sorry!! ( it makes me uncomfortable. )

mahito.

aged up characters

minors

fem readers (you guys tons of stories you'll be ok, twin.)

✧ Thats it really i'll probs add more tho !!

⊹ i write in lowercase on purpose !! and sometimes space my punctuation (like this !! or this , or this . but i rarely space the period.)⊹

☆ if you’re black reader please inform about your hairstyle/texture !! i don’t wanna accidentally just use the wrong hair texture/hair style for you 💓.

request status: closed ! ⊹

#male reader #x male reader #ftm reader #hazbin hotel #gender neutral reader #gn reader #jjk x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #black male reader #black ftm #chainsaw man #gay #astv #cod x male reader #gojo satoru x male reader #könig x male reader #ghost x male reader #angel dust x male reader

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thebutterflyeater · 5 months ago

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Insecurity

Obanai x Chubby! Wife! Reader

A/N: I literally could not find the fucking author that made the fic inspired by this, but I’m writing this to be self indulgent. If anyone finds this fic for me, share with the class and this will be taken down and I will forever be grateful. I’ve been looking back for it for over an hour and just decided to write something like it from memory because I’m dying. I may write a part 2 with the hot spring if I just somehow dreamt this up and it didn’t fade into the shadows like I think it did.

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The late summer air was absolutely miserable and there was no way to escape it. Your husband kept himself busy a majority of the day with the new recruits, beating the poor slayers senseless day in and day out. He would come home tired and it would leave you in charge of the meal preparations for the night. By no means were you the best cook and you had just as much to do as he did training wise. The only difference was that you trained under the status of a Tsuguko while your husband trained others as a Hashira

You were leaving the training for the day, making your way back to the Serpent Hashira’s estate to cook dinner for him and his recruits that he was stuck training for the next couple of days. The plan was to sneak past him to get into the house and at least freshen up before he has the chance to see you or anyone else. You already felt like an embarrassment to him. Thick thighs clung uncomfortably to the fabric of your pants making everything feel chafed and your curves filled out your uniform, unlike the other slayers that he got to see.

To say the least, being around all of these attractively built people was humbling. It was true that you had just as much ability as the rest of them, but you could help but compare body types at the end of the day. Would your husband prefer to come home to someone that looked more like Kanroji? She was muscular, but slim in a captivating way with her pretty long hair and friendly eyes, a total catch. You felt frumpy in comparison, disgusting. You crept around the fence line and towards the back entrance of the house, hoping to escape the gaze of your husband. The sweltering air nearly made it hard to breathe this time of year. The recruits training out in front of the house would certainly agree.

Just before you had the chance to slide the back door open, a voice broke the silence, “Going somewhere?” Dread and nausea immediately filled your senses as you turned and came face to face with Obanai. His uniform fit him perfectly, bordering a little baggy. His face and hair were dripping with sweat much like yours, but he was much more attractive with it. “Oh, Obanai. I was just headed in to start cooking.” Your hands fiddled with the edge of your uniform top. You hated how your stomach made the uniform look a little snug.

He glanced around before gently unraveling his bandages from his mouth. No one was stupid enough to wander around the back of a Hashira’s house anyways, especially not his. “Just one kiss before you go.” Obanai stepped closer, clammy hand moving to settle against your equally sweaty cheek. You leaned back, “Obi, please. I’m gross right now. I still need a shower.” His free hand moved to rest against your hip and he tilted his head to the side. “I’m sweating too. Just one before I go back.” He leaned back in and you leaned away. His patience was certainly being tested.

“Dear, is there a problem?” You anxiously glanced away. He efficiently had you up against the back door of the house on the porch. It was too embarrassing.

His hand drifted up your side and you swatted it away. “Don’t.” After a long moment of silence, you worked up the nerve to speak again, “Wouldn’t you prefer someone… thinner?” Obanai’s eyes widened considerably in his shock before taking your hand, pressing it against his lips. “Dear, you’re the only one I want.” Another kiss was pressed to the fold of your elbow. “You’re like a springtime goddess.” Then another kiss was pressed to your shoulder. His strong hands moved to hold you in place to keep from squirming. “No one is comparable to your beauty.” Finally, he took his time in pressing his lips against yours. Slowly at first, he led the kiss in a soft manner as if conveying his love and affection for you. You relented. He always knew just what to say to make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world

His hands moved to rest under the fabric of your top to rest against your waist. He loved holding you in his hands, hot and gross from training or not. He loved you in all of your forms. You pulled back to look at him, “Fine, fine. I guess I’ll believe you. You’d better get back out there before the recruits start asking questions. I’m gonna go in and start cooking for them. Should I just make a stew?” His scars pulled slightly as he gave you one of his small smiles, “Whatever you think is best. I’ll meet you at the hot spring in a while. It should be empty after training is over.” You grinned like a bashful teenager at the idea of being alone in the hot spring with your husband. “I’ll certainly be waiting. I’ll head in and start up the stew and rice.”

You both shared one more kiss before turning to head into the house. Maybe being a little different wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It didn’t make you any less beautiful. Obanai certainly didn’t seem to think so. Maybe you should listen to him more often.

#i cannot find the fic that inspired this #obanai iguro #kny obanai #obanai x reader #demon slayer obanai #x reader #reader insert #fem reader #female reader #character x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer fic #kny iguro #demon slayer iguro #iguro x reader #iguro

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luffyvace · 1 year ago

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Obanai x chubby gn reader!!

This won third place in the poll so here you go<3 enjoy kny/obanai stans!! I actually like obanai very much he’s one of my favs from kny i just don’t talk abt him often

also just for the record let’s say this is a au where obanai and mitsuri are close friends :)

In this you’ll be a hashira as well

I don’t think Obanai is one to judge

especially when he wears bandages since people do

if anything he’s worrying about his looks

so in this case it’s not that he dislikes it, it’s just that he saw through your physical appearance and went for personality

and if you have a crappy one?

well then he doesn’t know what draws him to you but somethin’ does!

he tolerates no disrespect from anyone.

like we all know how sharp tongued he is- 😜

and just because he’s one of the “weaker” hashira’s doesn’t mean he’s not one!

he is DEFINITELY above average and CAN do damage

so somebody would be a FOOL to see you with him and decide to screw around and find out

as well as you!!

your strong too!

and they’d better have respect for you!

getting one tapped by two hashiras don’t sound very fun to me..

🤷‍♀️

but yeah if someone is like drunk off they’re end and tries to insult or harass you?!

obanai steps in before you can even do something yourself

depending on the level of what they said or did,

he either flames them so bad they can’t recover

or straight up punches them

maybe even beating them up

who’s going to stop him? The police? 😂

he calls it self defense

tbh it was like, that person was harassing you????

🤨

bro thought he was gon let that slide

this why you can’t pull up on everybody 🤦‍♀️

anyway if your feeling sad bc of what someone says

obanai gets you a gift to make you feel better

He’s really thoughtful and pays attention/remembers everything you tell him you like

which makes perfect gifts for situations like these

ngl this is like idk the year 1500?? IDK BUT ITS THE TAISHO ERA SO THIS WAS A WHILE AGO

which means beauty standards were 📈📈

but for obanai? You ARE his beauty standard 😍😍

everyone should strive to look like our majestic (name)!!

as far as the hashira’s opinions☝️

they don’t mind at all and are completely nonjudgmental

gyomei can’t see so when y’all described how you look it doesn’t necessarily make a difference 😅 although, again he doesn’t mind :)

mitsuri is literally the love hashira she adores you just as much as obanai does <3

shinobu is more mature than to make fun of someone over they’re appearance

now tokito will either

1) be rude at first (the hashira’s have to set him straight)

2) won’t care

3) likes you from jump so he doesn’t mind

sanemi would never judge a women like that (if you know what he did for mitsuri and shinobu and they’re uniforms yk what I mean)

Giyuu is completely unfazed

Rengoku loves you all the same

now uzui…….bc of his standards and 3 wives….it can either go one of two ways

1) him and obanai are now mortal enemies and he keeps you away from him

2) he thinks your THICC and FINE 💖 (dis one better fr)

Ngl it’s even worse if a demon insults you

bc now he gets to KILL them

He goin all out too

who are they to talk anyway demons be the most horrendous looking BEASTS-

fluff time~ 💕💗💖♥︎♡

obanai loves to cuddle!

he’s shy but once you get sometime into the relationship he likes gentle and intimate affections such as cuddling, hugging & hand holding

he holds you in his arms before falling asleep

and he makes sure you sleep first

If you have a nightmare he’s on it!

he’s got water, blankets, comfort food…what else you need??

on it! 🏃💨

That’s literally him

he’s always prioritizing your comfort and happiness in your relationship ★

Get this to the obanai stans, tumblr!! Go go go!!

;3 - Brook

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silverynecklace · 3 months ago

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Hii! My name's silver, but you can just call me siv!

Just a little warning, my English is not that good so please bare with me!

I WILL write:

Fluff

Angst

Self insert

X f!reader

Character x character

I will NOT write

X m!reafer

X black/chubby reader (it's not that I'm discriminating them, I'm just afraid I'll say something that will cause a problem with actual black/chubby reader! TnT)

Smut (I'm not there yet!)

Anything problematic like incest/🍇/legalxminor (except if it's platonic like parent n child dynamic)

Fandoms I write for:

Demon slayer (kimetsu no yaiba/kimetsu academy)

-faves to write for: Giyuu Tomioka, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito

Avatar (the last air bender)

-Toph, Katara, Zuko

Horimiya

-hori, miyamura

Apothecary diaries

-Maomao, jinshi, gyokuyou

Class of 09

Miraculous ladybug

Total drama (TDI, tda, tdwt, tdroti, tdr)

-Alejandro, Heather, Noah, Cody

Toilet bound hanako-kun

-Yashiro, Hanako, Kou, Mitsuba

Tokio Hotel

Yandere simulator

That's all, please request! :3

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roninishere · 2 years ago

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right now.

part one.

Giyuu Tomioka x female reader

Warnings: angst, in the feels, anxiety, bullying, self hate, bad grammar?

Summary: Life is incredibly unfair at times, this was one of them.

“You don’t think I can handle being a Hashira anymore..don’t you?” The way your voice cracked, really made him feel guilty.

And the worst part was, he had so much to say to you, but he just couldn’t.

Neither one of you ever left things like this, never. He regretted it the very moment you left for your mission. He knew that was probably one of the worst things he could let you think, and him not say a damn word. cause it wasn’t true.

‘Lights go down and The night is calling to me, yeah I hear voices Singing songs in the street and I know’

As if his anxiety wasn��t already always so high, it kept him laying awake in bed. And he wasn’t the only one that couldn’t sleep, little Mio would cry her little lungs out. Every night for the first week you were gone. After day four, Giyuu discovered that her sleeping on his chest after he sang her the lullaby that you use to, her chubby pale fingers wrapped around his pinky was the key.

She slept peacefully, at least that made one of them.

‘That we won't be going home For so long, for so long, but I know That I won't be on my own Yeah, I love this feeling and

Right now I wish you were here with me (oh) 'Cause right now everything is new to me (oh) You know, I can't fight the feeling And every night I feel it Right now I wish you were here with me (oh)’

Giyuus couldn’t help it but his anxiety was so bad this time around, maybe because he never failed to worry about you every time you left for a mission. He knew that you could take care of yourself, you were a Hashira after all, but something wasn’t right.

He hoped you’d complete your mission and be home soon.

Until a week turned into two weeks. No letter from you, just your crow reporting his biggest fear.

You had gone missing after your encounter with the demon.

So he searched for you, having your crow take him where you went missing. Nothing. He found nothing. It was like you vanished out of thin air. That’s what scared him.

All the worst possibilities had flooded in his mind. Not his beloved. He couldn’t lose you too. Seven days and not a trace of what could’ve happened to you.

Don’t give up. She would never on you.

‘Late-night spaces With all our friends, you and me, yeah Love these faces Just like how it used to be’

“You know, she probably just got sick of your shit and took off. I know I would with that ‘I’m not like you guys’ attitude.” Sanemi shrugged as Master called for a Hashira meeting to discuss about their missing Hashira comrade, and of course everyone was getting their lick in.

Taking shots. Giyuu never gave a shit about what they thought of him, but this wasn’t the time to being making allegations. You’d never leave him, he knew that. You’d never. They all knew that. Even if you were upset with him about your fight, you’d always come home. He and Mio were your reason for living, the reason you never gave up in this harsh world.

“I never understood what she saw in you anyways. Mr. High and mighty, must’ve said some messed up stuff.” Obanai added.

Their comments just angered Giyuu, his expression staying the same as his hand on his side balled into a fist, really? Right now?

His wife is missing, their beloved Hashira, and all they heard was that they had an argument before you left? He’s better off on his own.

Fuck he missed when you use to attend these meetings with him, threatening to fight the Wind and Serpent Pillar if he didn’t keep your husbands name out his mouth. When he had to throw you over his shoulder, and line up on the opposite side of them.

“That’s enough! This is serious, no matter what happened before she left for her mission, the situation still stands, a Hashira is still missing!” The love pillar glared at the two other pillars as she stood her ground. “Stop saying things that aren’t true! it’s not like Y/N to just go missing, especially after an encounter with a demon. Instead of bullying Tomioka-San, remember that’s his daughters mother you’re speaking of!”

Shinobu set a hand on her friends shoulder seeing she got all worked up, and was nearly in tears.

Zoning out everyone, Giyuu set towards Masters Estate once Amane came out with Mio in her arms. “Tomioka-san, still no progress?” Giyuu returned her bow as he took the toddler in his arms.

“No,” his voice was calm as the little girl gripped his index finger in her chubby fingers with the cutest burst of laughter to see her father. “Would be alright if I bring her back tomorrow afternoon?”

He hadn’t noticed the pillars stopped their bickering behind him, seeing how much the little girl in his arms looking like their missing pillar. Same eyes, same smile, and hair color. If Mio didn’t have Giyuus pale complexion and similar hair style, she would’ve been a spilt image of her mother.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for a few more days? You’ve been gone for a week, you should rest.”

He wanted to, but he couldn’t give up now “I’ll rest once I find Y/N. I made a promise, isn’t that right princess?” His dark blue ocean eyes were soft as he caress her cheek, giving it a little pinch getting a squeal out of the baby.

“I understand, then of course, bring her by tomorrow afternoon,” The masters wife waved at the little girl.

‘And we won't be going home For so long, for so long, but I know I won't be on my own On my own, I'm feeling like

“almost done princess.” It was easy for him to do his own hair, but doing it on someone else, let alone a baby, was harder. Well he just had to be very delicate. His hands were gently as he brushed her hair that was surprisingly long, already down past her shoulders. The Hashira sat on his knees behind Mio who was making cute silly faces to her father, waiting for him to see her reflection in the mirror.

When he finished putting her hair in a loose ponytail, he sighed softly before looking up in the mirror to see her sticking her tongue at him before breaking out in a giggle fit before she tried to crawl away, “and where do you think you’re going, come here silly,” he crawled over to her playfully as she let out playfully screams before he snatched her up in his arms “I gotcha!”

“D..da-ada!” Mio exclaimed causing Giyuu to freeze, did she just? She just said her first word!

He smiled so big at her of happiness before a feeling of sadness washed over him, she said her first word…and you weren’t here. You were missing her first word.

If you were here, he could see you getting all excited yet jealous that of course her daughters first word was dada! You’d pout but definitely treasure this moment with him. He never dropped his smile, not wanting to upset his daughter as he fought the fears that were building up.

I’m sorry I failed you. I’m sorry I failed to protect you. I’m so sorry. I will find you and bring you back home.

God he missed you so much, so fucking much. He felt like someone stabbed him, and was turning the blade in his stomach over and over. Like a thousand pounds were on his chest, making it so hard to fucking breathe. He felt someone had a grasp on his heart, squeezing it to see how long before its burst.

His heart was breaking every second you were away from them, every time he subconsciously thought of the worst.

After being unsuccessful the second time, he grew frustrated, but he wasn’t giving up. He made a promise to his pride and joy that he would bring you back home.

“Alright,” he stood over Mio as the little girl stood up, she had been determined for the past few days, trying over and over again, now matter how hard she fell. Definitely reminded him of you, too stubborn to stop. Slowly and steadily letting go of her hands, Giyuu walked over a few paces as she struggled to stand on her own. “Come here Mio, walk to me.”

His arms reached out for the toddler as she took a very wobbly first step, nearly falling but caught herself with her hand before pushing back up. The second step made the Hashira smile, her first steps already. The third one quickly turned into a sloppy fourth one when she crashed into Giyuus arms with a fit of giggles. Bringing her into his lap, he smothered her in face kisses “Good job princess,” he nearly folded when she reached out, tugging on his cheek.

You missed her first steps too.

Y/N, wherever you are, I hope you’re safe, just hold out a little longer.

‘Lights go down and I hear you calling to me, yeah

On his third attempt, he went nine miles north of where you encountered the demon, to find ripped pieces of your haori around the area. Picking up them up, the pieces lead him to w trail where your sword laid, nearly covered in leaves.

His heart steered to swell, his hands started shaking when he bent down to pick your sword up.

Not his Y/N. Please not her.

How much more would this world take from him?

Balling his fists, his cloudy vision searched every inch of the area for you, you were close, he knew it. “Y-Y/N?!”

The more he called out your name, the more his voice broke, where were you?

Give me a sign please.

Instead he felt the presence of a demon, gripping your sword tightly in his hands. The footsteps got closer, right behind the Hashira, and once he jumped up, flipping back to attack… he froze, unable to commit as your once beautiful eyes were now large cat like ones.

No. Impossible!

He kicked you away from him, hating the twisted turn in his stomach of causing harm to you. Once he landed in his feet, they immediately buckled, his knees crashing on the leaves underneath him. His once calm expression crumpled as his bottom lip trembled. Tears welled up in his pretty blue eyes as they ran down his cheeks uncontrollably.

“N-no…p-please…no…” he begged, his voice so hoarse.

It felt like someone ripping his heart out his chest as the quiet environment echoed with his sobs.

Please, someone wake me up from this horrible nightmare.

Until reality hit him that this was REAL. Tomioka, Y/N, the love of his life, his beloved, the mother of his daughter…

A demon.

The loud nasty snarls escaped your lips made him wince as you bolted to him, ready to attack.

I can’t do it, I-I can’t, he told himself.

Getting to his feet, he once again dodged your attacks with tears down his pale cheeks “Y/N! Snap out of it! P-please! You know who I am!” He cried out as he tried to regain you back, regain his wife.

Even though you should’ve been faster and stronger than him, despite his emotions, he easily blocked your sloppy movements coming to conclusion that you haven’t fed on anyone, yet. And you wouldn’t, especially if he had anything to do with it. Remembering him, he had to get you to remember, remember your life over your desire for human flesh and blood.

“I-it’s me! G-giyuu, your husban-nd!” Tossing the swords to the side, he wouldn’t attack you, he refused. He couldn’t hurt you. He sniffled, wiping his face as he side stepped to avoid you “r-remember the day we-e first kissed? It-t was under the fireworks-s, you were so beautiful-l in that orange k-kimono. I-it was fall,” he held back a sob as you growled like a beast in the shadows “come-e back to me Y/N, f-fight it!”

Fireworks? Kiss? You in an orange kimono? Oh when you felt those butterflies in your tummy? When you thought you were pass out from how overwhelming feeling of love and desire you felt for him? That day? You remember that day! You had just turned eighteen that fall.

Seeing your eyes widen and halt for a moment, he kept going even when you went for a hit “M-Mio! H-how hard you cried when you held her in you-ur arms, y-you said she was a-as beautiful a-as a cherry B-blossom even though she l-looks just like you…Y-you c-call her your precious c-cherry blossom.”

Mio. My precious cherry blossom. My blessing. My baby girl.

Tears built up in your eyes as frustration was new to you, so lost, so hungry. So thirsty. Just a taste…

No! I can’t, my Mio, my Giyuu I just want to hold and kiss my family. I want my life back. Fight it Y/N! You’re not hungry nor thirsty, you’re not hungry nor thirsty. You’re not a monster. Remember Nezuko, there’s hope, hope, you don’t have to be a killer. You’re not a killer. You can still be you, and still protect.

You’re not hungry nor thirsty.

Those sobs filled your eyes as you felt it tug in the pit of your stomach, make it stop. You’re not hungry or thirsty.

‘Ensure you feed. If you feed, it’ll make the pain stop.’ That unfamiliar voice repeated itself in your head, and just when you thought you had complete and utter control, you didn’t.

Your mouth was watering, you were hungry and thirsty.

Not expecting the quick snap, the hashira did his best to avoid, but not before you go scratched up Giyuu pretty good. Jumping back, he felt pain on the left side of his cheek and neck, blood trickling down slowly. Lifting his head up, his hair moved to the side exposing the damage you had done.

Mild cuts on his left cheek and neck…

The first time you saw Giyuu with scratches on his face…the two of you had been on your third mission together when he pushed you out of the way to take nails to his face from a demon. You…you had felt so guilty…because you weren’t…paying attention? Ah yes.

Second time was when he came home from a mission…he got marked up when a child was caught in the crossfire of an attack. He..didn’t go to see Shinobu…he came straight home, the incident scared him half to death, thinking of you and your unborn baby…

Except this time around, you were the cause of it.

You hurt him.

You. A demon. Hurt your husband.

Stopping in your tracks, your hands shook as your balled them in fists, digging your nails in your palms as your heavy breathing sounded almost like it hurt, it was ragged and shallow. Your eyes switched from hunger to full of fear as you’re backed away from your husband.

Flooding of all the good memories in your life flashed through your head; running away from an abusive family to join the corps, your friends, meeting Giyuu, falling in love, getting married, becoming an hashira, and having be blessed with the most beautiful baby girl.

Mio. Giyuu. They are you family Y/N REMEMBER THAT! Your everything!

Backing up into a tree, your hands shook as you blocked out that desire to feed “I-I-…” that burned sensation was fighting you, but you refused for it to win. No!

“You breathe life into my existence, making every moment worth living…” your eyes flickered over at the Water Hashira when your heart fluttered at those oddly familiar words. Meeting your sad gaze, his monotone explained “you’ve told..me that since we’ve met.”

Of course you did. He and Mio were your breathe of fresh air, the reason you chose to live in this fucked up world. Overwhelming pit of sadness returned, engulfing you as you broke down in tears, crying out in pain, crying out how sorry you were. How sorry you were for failing, for being weak.

😭 I hope you enjoyed! I really tried with this one, and very much enjoyed writing it! I promise they’ll will be more parts! SPECIAL SHOUT-OUT TO @unofficialmuilover FOR THE HELP AND BASICALLY HAND HOLDING ME THROUGH WRITING THIS 🫶🏼💙 LOVE YOU GUYS! 🫶🏼

Going to bed 🫶🏼 my stubborn ass wanted to finish this and I got muster in the morning 😭

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer giyuu #kimetsu giyuu #giyuu x you #kny giyuu #giyuu x y/n #giyuu tomioka #kimetsu no yaiba

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