#possessive obanai x reader

[cutieeva]

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.

☯

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.

☯

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.

☯

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.

☯

"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.

☯

"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 ◞◿

[lyrefromthesea]

Could I ask for the hashira reaction waking up from anesthesia after needing surgery from a mission? I had seen a video of a guy still dizzy and goofy from the anesthesia after surgery... Like, the guy did not recognize his wife and said, when she touch him, that his wife would get mad seeing a pretty girl touching his chest, he was shocked and flirty after she said SHE was his wife.

Male Hashira x reader - anasthesia

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: none

Tengen:

when the nurse told you to bring your husband home as soon as possible, you were skeptical. what if he was hurt? did they hope he would be at home when he collapsed so the hospital could say it wasn't their fault?

you scoffed, not leaving until the nurse told you what was going on. you didn't expect to hear that your husband had been tormenting everyone entering his assigned room.

"some sunny day!~" his voice was ringing through the hallway, forcing you to quickly enter and close the door. it would be embarrassing to disturb the other patients, especially when the reason was a singing husband.

"Tengen, tone it down please!" you scolded him, but the man only looked at you with lazy eyes. hoping that he still followed your words, you looked at him with a glimmer of relaxation in your eyes.

only to hear him start again.

"we'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when."

you couldn't decide whether the feeling of embarrassment or the charm he possessed in this weird situation took over your mind, but it certainly got your face heating up.

Obanai:

"what.. are you sure..?" the way his heterochromic eyes stared at you in confusion and adoration made you chuckle. he was completely out of it after waking up.

"yes, i'm sure. you're my boyfriend, remember?" he could only stare in utter disbelief, his eyes wandering over your body and then back to your face.

after a minute of silence, he let his head plop against the pillow, closing his eyes and letting out a deep sigh.

"and you're sure this is not a dream..?" he assured himself, opening his eyes to give you a testing glance. when you chuckled and nodded in response, he looked at the ceiling.

"this is the best day of my life.." he mumbled, his eyes falling shut. you laughed into the silence, hearing the man quietly snore.

he was awake a moment later, looking even more confused than before.

"[name].. are you laughing at me..?"

you spend the next five minutes explaining the situation to him. and he fell asleep right after.

Rengoku:

now how did this happen?

you couldn't move closer to your husband without worrying that he drops dead. he looked tired, not in the state to realize what was happening around him, nor could he answer.

yet he still managed to realize your exact location and showed a nonverbal response to it. everytime you came closer his heartbeat would pick up.

it basically skyrocketed when you touched his arm, the machine next to his bed sending out high sounds to signal raising heartbeat.

when you went to find a doctor, telling him exactly what happened, you were met with a laughing face.

"don't worry about it, your husband must be quite excited to see you."

you were dumbfounded by the doctors words. of course the thought of Rengoku growing flustered was cute, but not like this! you couldn't step closer without risking his heartbeat increase tenfold.

the whole story made him feel embarrassed whenever he heard it again.

Sanemi:

"have you ever thought of getting.. babies?" you spit out your drink, looking at him with shock, confusion and embarrassment.

did he really just say that?

"Sanemi, you can't be serious. I'm not able to-" you were quickly interrupted by a hand on yours. he had slid his scarred fingers over, gently placing them on your hands.

"i know, i know.."

thinking he had let go of the topic, you slowly avert your gaze. sitting next to his be had been proven quite difficult. who thought a gentle Sanemi was almost more exhausting than a normal Sanemi? just almost.

"what about adopting little rascals?" he checked, as if not birthing the children yourself made it any better. there were obvious reasons why you wouldn't get a child.

"what is it with you today?"

"..'m sorry, but ya would look so good carrying a small one around." the thought made your face warm up, closing your book and placing it on the nightstand.

"you should try getting some sleep now." you told him, watching the man groan, but close his eyes. it didn't take him long to fall asleep, softly snoring beside you.

that was just the medicine speaking out of him, he will have forgotten everything once he's awake again. right?

Giyuu:

"so pretty.." Giyuu said, hand still attached to your arm. when you entered the room earlier, he had immediately grabbed it and not let go since.

"love.." he mumbled, a curious hum left your lips. he was behaving different than before, but you wanted to make sure he wouldn't do anything dangerous.

besides, you found his more open side to be quite cute. he was a good lover, but often found himself having problems with wording his feelings. and after he woke up, all of it slipped out, leaving his lips like a river.

"you're so pretty, so smart.." he uttered, taking in a deep breath, "so breathtaking."

your cheeks were starting to heat up, not used to the many compliments you were receiving. "you think so?"

"absolutely, you consume my every thought.."

who knew Giyuu could be such a charmer? you would certainly tease him about it once he was back to normal.

Gyomei:

"Gyomei, I'm coming in.."

your voice was soft, slowly opening the door to his room and stepping inside. he didn't react, not even when you closed the door again, making your way to his bed.

you have never seen the gentle giant quite like this. sure, he was always a kind soul, but there was something more peaceful about him. the turn of his head was slow, acknowledging your presence with a small nod.

"are you feeling okay, i heard they needed to use more than usual.." you worried, he was bigger and taller than most, of course the treatment would be different for him. placing your hand on his cheeky you gently rubbed your thumb against his skin, watching the man close his eyes and lean into your touch.

he looked tired, exhaustion written over his features. with a small hum, you pulled back. "you should rest some more, the doctors said that you need a lot of sleep."

his hand moved to cradle your fingers into his palm, letting himself relax into his bed again. you understood, he wanted you to stay by his side, even while sleeping.

letting your hands stay in his hold, you made yourself comfortable on the chair next to him. this would be a long night, but it would all be worth it.

[nyctoaerah]

⋆♱⋆YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW

WARNINGS: Yandere Behaviors, Drugging, Abuse in form of ‘Training’, Breaking bones.

PAIRINGS: Yandere Hashiras & Yandere Uppermoons x Reader

You’re a fanfic writer who always enjoyed writing deranged yandere bullshit, and a sadistic one at that — you’re always making sure to make your mc’s suffer just because it’s satisfying, and they were never spared from the torturous path you laid out for them.

Little did you know that your grisly storytelling would come back to haunt you, for you ended up getting isekai’d on one of your fanfics, because for some reasons, life decided to be an ass, and the the grim reaper’s scythe whisked you away to the realm of one of your fanfics — and the sensation of being isekai’d into your own creation was disorienting, to say the least.

After all, the very same fanfic that you got reincarnated into was the most disturbing of them all — your yandere kimetsu no yaiba fanfic.

The atrocious acts you've inflicted upon your protagonist are beyond twisted, like seriously fucked up. You didn't just stop at giving them a shitty backstory and psychological trauma — oh no, you cranked it up a notch by tossing in a goddamn harem of yandere nutjobs. These thirsty-as-hell psychos were so off their rockers that they veered straight into bonkers territory, their obsession reaching levels that would make even a deranged serial killer blush.

They were downright bat-shit crazy over the MC, like, borderline certifiable. It was as if the MC was their holy grail, their reason for living.

Not the cute and endearing kind of devotion either; we’re talking hardcore, stalker-level obsession.

The only one who were somewhat less psycho yandereish was Mitsuri... but then there was Obanai, who was a walking danger zone on steroids...

Every damn piece of that twisted fanfic you cooked up is a total shitshow.

Kyojuro went batshit crazy over the MC because they stood up for him against his dickhead of a father. Shinobu turned into a psycho stalker because she couldn't wipe her own ass without the MC's help, resorting to schemes like trying to paralyze and drug them just to keep them on a leash.

Tengen who thought that he could charm the pants off the MC until he got a taste of competition and spiraled into a possessive man..

And then there’s Sanemi who’s the most cray cray of them all... He practically broke the mc’s bones and beat them up into a pulp, all because he couldn't handle his jealous rage and tried to pass it off as some sick form of ‘training’

And the demons? They’re more worst than the hashiras.

And the worst part of it all?

You were now the reincarnation of the MC.

©𝐍𝐲𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐡 || 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.♡

𝐀/𝐍: this is just the outline but i think that i’ll publish this one on my wattpad soon after i finished doll smitten, still debating on whether i should make this one a female or male tho^^ +++ this one’s gonna be a harem.

[lovelywyenn]

★☆«“First Time”»☆★

★Mitsuri Kanroji x Obanai Iguro x Virgin fem!Reader★

Synopsis★Obanai and Mitsuri are absolutely smitten with you. Of course they’d love to take your relationship to the next level and make you theirs★

Includes★Threesomses, Cunnilingus, fingering, sloppy sex, missionary, vaginal penetration, deep throating, tip sucking, neck kissing★

★W.C★4.6K

Being a Hashira took a lot. Brains, strength, determination. All traits that a chosen hashira must possess to have a hope of surviving the japanese nights. 

You had all of these things. A smart and capable young woman you were, you rose the ranks fast. It left everyone shocked. It was rare for a new Hashira to be appointed. Especially one as sweet and shy as you. You were strong, no doubt. The evidence was all in your accomplishments. Starting at the bottom and working your way to the top in only two years, inventing your breathing style developed from water breathing on the way. 

All your hard work had paid off, which is what landed you where you were. Standing with people you have looked up to for years as not only the first ice hashira but a colleague of theirs. 

The hashira were friendly to you, and even if they weren’t the nicest they didn’t give you too hard of a time. But for the most part, everyone was kind to you. Especially two in particular.

You had known that Mitsuri was a bubbly person before you had met her so it wasn't a surprise to you when she clung to your side the first time you officially met. Pressing close to you and showering you with compliments. 

The love Hashira's boyfriend was the same way with you. Obanai was equally if not more clingy with you as Mitsuri was. His behavior surprised everyone, especially you. You had heard so many rumors about how it wasn’t typical of him to show kindness to people, especially new people. But you welcomed the kindness from both of them. Enjoyed the way they showered you with gifts and money for seemingly no reason at all. And loved how sweet they were.

It took you a while before you realized why they were so friendly with you, they wanted a third. They confessed to you one night when they took you out to a nice dinner and got you dressed up all pretty for them. They had drowned you in accessories, gold earrings, floral headpieces. You would have to be crazy to say no. So that night you went home with a kiss on the cheek from each hashira, and a handful of gift boxes that were sure to never stop.

Life with them was a dream, sure it was scary sometimes. There were times all of you were afraid. When you would go out to slay demons there was always a fear one of you wouldn’t come back. 

But the good times outweigh the bad. The times they would smile at you when you made dinner when they got home late, enjoying meals and deep conversations. The times the three of you would train together, pushing each other to your limits and laughing about it afterwards. 

And times much like this, when they had you pressed against the futon, both of their soft, warm hands gripping all over you. Obanai had his lips pressed against yours in a sloppy kiss. The feeling of his tongue slipping into a tangle with your tongue makes your legs quiver. Your girlfriend had her hands glued to your tit, finger flicking and teasing at your nipples, pebbled from the constant stimulation. She sucked pretty purple marks along your neck that were sure to get worse in the morning.

While Mitsuri’s hands were busy, Obanais free hands started groping over you, he slid down to play with the band of your underwear hidden below your silk robe. 

You shivered at the touch, your hand quickly came to grab at Obanai’s when he attempted to slip under the fabric clad against your cunt. “W-wait,” you said breathlessly.

Obanai’s hand immediately halted. This was usual when the three of you got like this. You would always stop it when it got this far. They never pressured you into anything, they were just curious as to why this was the point you stopped at. You had already assured him you wanted to have sex with them, they just never understood what the hold-up was.

Your boyfriend pressed an apology kiss to your lips, “Sorry doll, I got carried away. ” he said, hand sliding back up your body to gently stroke across your abdomen, gaze sliding down to watch the way your muscles fluttered at the light touch. 

"It's okay, I-I just”, Mitsuri sat up at your own words, her full tits practically spilling out of her robe as she took the chance to look at you. “Just what sweetheart? Tell us.” she spoke, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. 

It feels impossible to keep ahold of her gaze as your cheeks flush, eyes glancing away from hers. Obanai tuts at this, “Don’t be shy doll, you can tell us anything and everything.” he says.

You sigh as silence washes over the three of you. Your lovers don’t rush you to speak, they wait patiently until you’re ready to continue. “...I’ve never done this before.” you said, feeling your heart thump a little faster in your chest. 

“Done what?” Mitsuri questions, “Had sex?” She asks.

You silently nod, embarrassed by the truth. To your horror, Mitsuri and Obanai give each other a look before chuckling. “Please don’t laugh at me,” you said. As a frown took shape. The two immediately stopped laughing, each placing a comforting hand on your body. 

“Sweetheart we would never laugh at you, it was just funny that you were embarrassed. Did you think you being a virgin would scare us off?” Mitsuri asks after assuring you. 

The sigh you let out was one of relief at your girlfriend's reassurance, “Yes, I-I thought it would make you all see me as if I was immature, when in reality. There just…. Isn’t enough time for sex when you’re constantly working to get to hashira status.” you say.

“That’s perfectly fine.” Mitsuri assures, Obanai then chimes in, “After all, we have plenty of time right now.” 

 “We can make good use of it.”

“You guys want to have sex?” you ask, eyes wide as you feel a tingling sensation between your legs, the same feeling you always get when they kiss and touch all over you.

You close your eyes as Mitsuri leans down and presses kisses on your lips, sloppily trailing kisses down your neck, “Just say the word Y/n, say the word and we’ll make you feel so good.” she muttered between kisses. 

Obanai grabs your chin and your eyes shoot open as he makes you look at him. “C’mon doll, let us give it to you, make that little cunt feel good, what do you say, hmm?”

You nod and are immediately overwhelmed with the sensations of their hands all over you again. Mitsuri’s tongue suckled around your tits, while your boyfriend was kissing you so rough you could barely keep up. His strong hands somehow trail gently down your body, toying with your panties again before running a finger along your covered slit. Your body jumps and your boyfriend presses a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“Relax doll.” he says, backing off from the kiss as he continues his feather-light touches, it felt like so much more to you. Gentle strokes turned into defined circles around your sensitive clit. Still a gentle feeling, but overwhelming at the same time. 

“Oooh, why d-does it feel like that” you moan, hips slowly grinding up into the pleasure you were receiving.

“Like what Mama? Is it too much?” Mitsuri asked, cupping your cheek so you would look at her. 

You nod at her question, “It’s a lot but I-I like it. Feels good, really fuckin good. ” You moan surprising your lovers, it was rare for you to curse. “Am I supposed to feel. . wet down there?” you ask.

Mitsuri nods, “It’s natural baby, which means Obanai’s making you feel just right”

“Can you take my panties off? They feel sticky now.” you ask sheepishly. Obanai pulls his hands up as Mitsuri slides the fabric down your legs and throws them across the room. Your girlfriend crawls off your body and sits on her knees right in front of you. 

She gasps and you get a little shy, closing your legs to cover yourself. Mitsuri shakes her head, pushing them open. “Don’t hide such a pretty thing from me sweetheart. Obanai look how pretty our baby’s pussy is.” she said, pulling Obanai to stare. You blush as they stare at you, hands spreading your cunt to get a pretty look at you.

“She’s so pretty, wet too.” Obanai stares in awe. You watch as your lover spreads your legs wider, leaning in closer. Mitsuri can’t help but lightly drag her tongue through your folds and you whimper, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. Obanai’s tongue soon follows, stroking through your slit to get a taste of the wetness leaking from your sopping cunt.

Your moans grow louder and louder as they both start to make out with your pussy, taking turns sucking on your clit and fucking their tongues into you. It made your toes curl and your cunt clench, you hadn’t felt like this ever before. 

But nothing made you wetter than seeing the two of them end up kissing each other. Tongues tangling together as they made out with each other right in front of your cunt. They sat up, giving you the delicious view of the tent in Obanai’s pants and the wet spot staining Mitsuri’s panties. They were so incredibly sexy. 

An experimental hand trailed down your body as you gently rubbed where Obanai had touched you earlier. You shivered as you circled the spot your boyfriend had earlier, eyes watching as Mitsuri’s hands reached into Obanai’s pants, pulling his fat cock out and stroking it with expertise you were sure to never have. 

You fastened your pace as she jerked him off, loving the sight of precum leaking out the tip and down her pretty hands. When they glanced back at you, seeing their pretty girl playing with her pussy, they drew their attention back to you. 

Mitsuri’s lips press one last kiss To obanai’s before she leans down and grabs the hand you’d been touching yourself with, her other arm never stopping her tugs on Obanai’s cock. She slowly sucked your digits soaked with your juices in her mouth, making your clit twitch from how arousing the situation was. 

She let your fingers go with a lewd pop, “God you taste good sweetheart.” she sighed before moving back to Obanai to press a kiss to his tip. “Why don’t you let our girl take care of this for you, teach her a thing or two.” Mitsuri suggests. “I’ll focus on making her feel good”.

Obanai nods, enjoying Mitsuri’s idea. He pressed occasional kisses on your stomach, moving up your body until he was straddling your neck. He gently slapped his cock against your cheek and you moaned at the heavy weight of it.

“Open up pretty girl.” he says and you eye him wearily. But when his soft hands grasp your chin you open up. Obanai slips the tip of his cock in your mouth and you try to mimic what you think Mitisuri would do. Sucking on it. You suppose your choice was right as your boyfriend threw his head back with a groan.

As you suckle on your boyfriend's swollen tip. Your girlfriend has settled between her legs. Nimble fingers toying with your slit. Just dragging them through, playing with you like she would a toy. 

You moan around Obanai's cock, the sound sending a fat glob of pre cum rolling down your throat. He grabs the back of your head, hands pushing himself farther down on it. You swore you were choking, it was just so thick. 

Your girlfriend marveled at your pretty little cunt, juices just oozing out of you. Mitsuri finally leans forward and flicks her tongue on your clit. The feeling makes your legs twitch, and your thighs would be sure to close if it wasn’t for the love Hashira’s strong hands spreading you apart perfectly. 

Mitsuri was nastily skilled with her tongue. Quick and nimble movements were sure to be the death of you. She was practically making out with your slit, her tongue sliding into every crevice of your pussy. You could barely keep up, the only thing grounding you from the pleasure was Obanai’s meaty thighs, which you had a death grip on. 

Your long nails left red streaks along the skin as his cock stuffed your mouth full. Tiny tears creased the corner of your eyes as you tried your best to take him down your throat. Gagging as he moved you through the motions. 

Back and forth back and forth, back and forth. 

Until your chin was a slobbery mess. But you weren't the only one. Mitsuri's face was soaked, spit and slick covering her face as she ate you out. Her nose nudged your clothes as she forced her tongue as deep into you as she could manage. And it was toe-curlingly good. 

Obanai peered down at you, smiling at the fucked outlook in your eyes. He tapped your cheek, “You still with me baby?”

You nod your head, eyes focusing on the pretty sight above you. He was just as handsome as always. Cheeks flushed, panting as his hips thrust down your throat. 

If he didn't know you were too sweet to ever not be honest, he would call you a filthy liar. You were a natural. Sucking his dick deep, tongue licking underneath the prominent vein on the underside of his cock. 

It was taking everything in him not to blow his load right now. 

His head turned to look at Mitsuri, calling to her over his shoulder, “Think she's ready for me?” He asks. 

“Hmm,” Mitsuri ponders, pulling away from your needy clit. You were pretty soaked, but she had barely prepped your hole yet.

A slim finger slides into you with ease, and when it curls your whole slit twitches. 

“Oooh, she's a tight little thing” Mitsuri chuckles as she starts to thrust her finger in you, keeping its curve. Your mouth went slack around your boyfriend's cock at the feeling. It had your mind going blank. 

Every time your girlfriend's finger pulled out of you, the pad of her finger dragged deliciously over a spot inside you that drove you crazy. 

Obanai couldn't hold himself back anymore when Mitsuri's tongue joined in the mix. The muscle mashing against your clit, the nasty noises running straight from his ears down to his cock. 

He grabbed your hair without thinking, forcing you all the way down on his shaft as he came.

You could barely keep up with what was happening, just. Swallowing the thick liquid he gave you no choice but to taste. 

When he pulled out of your mouth, the heavy weight of his cock pressing into your cheek you could finally moan freely. 

And fuck you were loud. But your noise was warranted. After all, Mitsuri slid another finger deep into your pretty pussy. 

She must've wanted to kill you, that's the only reason you could find to explain the mean way her lips were latched on your clit. It was so harsh, the Inescap pleasure driving you the same. 

The hands-on Obanai’s thighs gripped onto him for dear life as you squeezed your eyes tight. 

He had seen it countless times when he had gone down on Mitsuri. 

“Open your eyes doll, let me see how pretty you look when you cum.” he says. 

It was all just so much. You wail loudly as you feel pleasure building up in your gut. Different than what to have been feeling so far. It felt like you were tumbling down a hill, pleasure building up and up and up until… you finally came. 

Your whole body froze up and you swore your vision went pure white. Your back arches up into Mitsuri's Mouth until the pleasure hits you. 

The thick of your thighs closed around Mitsuri's face, legs shaking terribly as your toes curled in. But your girlfriend, ever stubborn, didn't let you stop her from prolonging your orgasm. Her licks were gentle, just. Prodding at your clit. She pulled her fingers from your country, focusing on working through it with your tongue. 

Obanai had his eyes glued to yours the entire time, a dark look in his eyes. 

It felt like forever had passed before Obanai crawled off of you, gently pushing at Mitsuri's head, doing what your tired arms failed to do. Reluctantly, the girl pulled away, a pout on her shiny lips that was quickly kissed away by l. 

Just like that, the two were all over each other again, kissing, tongues down each other throats. Obanai loved kissing his girl, but there was something about the taste of her mouth that was driving him crazy. 

Your eyes trailed down their bodies, Obanai, already naked and hard again, his cock twitching every which way, desperate for a hole to find refuge in. 

Mitsuri’s hands desperately took hold of her robe, pulling the fabric off. You moaned as her soft body was exposed.

Heading that, she pulls away from Obanai, leaving him chasing her lips. She crawls next to you and you think you're gonna die. She's so sexy, an absolute wonder of a woman. Thick hips, huge tits with a cute face. Sometimes you wonder what you did to get so lucky. 

You sit up weakly on your elbows, smiling up at her. Obanai’s hands reach for his cock as he watches Mitsuri grab your cheek and kiss you. Her tongue immediately takes control of yours. You moan into the kiss, the feeling of love Hashira’s tits pressed against your side sending your brain into overdrive. 

You almost don't register Obanai moving between your legs until you feel his dick prodding at your clit. You pull away from Mitsuri's kiss with a moan. It felt different than before like every little touch to your clit was overwhelming. 

Obanai smiled, tapping his too to your clit a few times just to hear you whine. “You think you can take me baby?” he asks you. He sees the wide look in your eyes and he knows you're nervous. After all, you could barely fit two of Mitsur's fingers. And now you were moving on to seven girthy inches of cock. Your boyfriend was not a small man. 

He places a comforting hand on your stomach, “you don't have to if you don't want to baby” he reminds you. 

You nod your head, you know but, “I want to” you express, “but how is it supposed to fit… inside”*you say. 

Mitsuri pressed a loving kiss to your shoulder, “he's gonna go slow mama, give you time for that pretty pussy to adjust, okay?” She tells you and you cling to the calmness the words bring you. 

“W-Will it hurt?” You ask softly and Obanai can't help but lean forward and press a kiss on your pretty lips. 

“Only a baby,” he says honestly, then it'll feel good, just as good as earlier, he tells you. And you nos, nervously biting at your bottom lip. 

“O-okay, m'ready”* you say and Obanai crawls back, positioning your legs wide for him.

Mitsuri’s soft hands come to caress your tits, rolling your nipple around to distract you. Her lips pressed kisses to your throat, as you moaned. 

The distraction worked until you didn't, when you felt Obanai position himself at your entrance, pushing his cock in as slow as he could. 

You let out a pained wince as his head slipped in, letting out an uncomfortable sigh. Mitsuri's quick to shush you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “It's okay baby girl.” she tells you. 

Obanai watches your face as he pushes farther in. His heart aches at every pained whimper, grateful that Mitsuri was comforting you 

“It's almost in Mama, good job,” she tells you, and you moan when you feel Obanai's pelvis flush against you. It was a weird feeling. Almost uncomfortable but not as bad as it was at first.

You only grow louder when Obanai leans forward to kiss your lips, his cock shuffling inside you. “I knew you could take it, proud of you baby.” he tells you. 

The pain is bad at first when he pulls out of you and pushes back in. It hurts no matter how gentle he tries to be. But the pain turns into stinging. That stinging starts to make your back arch. And soon he's thrusting into you with no resistance. His thrusts feel as good as Mitsuri's fingers curling inside you. 

It was such a new feeling. Having something so thick and big inside you. It was weird, but it felt good, really good. 

“F-fuck” you curse under your breath, lidded eyes staring at the man stuffing you with his cock. You were a mess, body sweaty, hair disheveled. 

Not that Obanai was any better. He didn't know someone could be this tight. You had to be doing this on purpose, pussy trying to milk him for all he's worth. And it was taking an embarrassing amount of effort not to let go right now. 

Mitsuri was smiling, watching you make Obanai's dick disappear. It was such a pretty sight, hearing the sounds your pussy made. 

The pleasure was intense and you turned to Mitsuri, grasping her arm to ground yourself. 

“How's it feel mama, you like it?”Mitsuri asks you, a gentle hand caressing your torso. 

You nod your head, “I-I like it. ” you tell her, biting your lip and Mitsuri smiles as she leans in to kiss your pretty lips. She always takes your breath away when she kisses you. Conveying everything she feels for you with a battle of your tongues. 

Obanai draped one of your legs over his shoulder and you were keen as his cock seemed to plow deeper into you. 

Mitsuri pulls away with a smile, watching you try and take your boyfriend's cock, “it's deep, isn't it baby?”

You nod your head, looking over at her with the most adorable look on your face. Eyes laced with need and hazed with pleasure. “I-its so deep” you stutter out. 

Obanai smirks at that and Mitsuri catches it, rolling her eyes at him with a giggle. 

Her hands trail down your stomach, pressing down right over where Obanai was inside you,” yeah, you feel him right here mama?” She asks and you can barely respond. The pressure on your stomach makes your legs quake a little. 

Obanai's hips only fasten their pace and you swear every time his fat tip slams against that perfect spot inside you you're gonna die.

Your boyfriend above you is lost in pleasure, low groans of your name tumbling from his lips as he pounds your pussy. Pressing kisses up your ankle, sucking one of your toes into his mouth. 

The feeling made you giggle, but ain't nothing funny about Mitsuri's sneaky hand trailing down your stiffened clit. 

You let out a whimper, reaching to grab Mitsuri's wrist. But you would never be stronger than her, not in a million years. You swore the laughter she let out was evil as she swirled mean circles around your clit. 

But all Obanai saw in front of him was a pair of angels. It was such a gorgeous sight, his two girls in front of him. Blissed out together. The body's rocking with the weight of each of his thrusts. 

The hand that wasn't busy spreading your legs apart reaches to spread Mitsuri's. The girl let out a soft gasp, her hand stuttering on your clit as Obanai thumbed hers. 

Her moans were loud as her boyfriend played with practiced expertise. Fingers rubbing side to side on her slit before he presses two fingers deep into her. They slipped right in, the love hashira's pussy a soaked mess.

“Shh” he shushes both of you and you both do. Biting your lips to restrain the pillowy moans leaving your lips. 

Now with the two of you quiet, you could hear the filthy sounds of your pussy, squelching and soaked. Making the prettiest noises. Mitsuri's fingers seem to regain power as she goes back to swirling your clit between her fingers. She playfully bites at your ear, “you sound so pretty mama” she slurs in your ear. 

You turn and press a kiss to her lips, your hand moving to play with her clit. Mitsuri's tongue goes slack as pleasure shivers through her. 

The faster the two of your hands got on each other the closer the two of you got. And it wasn't long before you were squirming, feeling something different for the first time Mitsuri made you cum. 

You cling onto her with one arm, the other gripping Obanai’s flexed arm. “I-I think I'm gonna cum!”*you gasp out. 

Obanai nods, “go on baby, you can do it,” he says. 

“M'close to baby, s-so close” Mitsuri moans. As if reading each other's minds you both speed up your hands, rubbing mean circles against each other's clits. 

“Ooooh, i-i'm cumming!” you whine and you barely have time to process what's happening before pleasure hits you from the ends of your ears to the tips of your toes

Mitsuri wasn't far behind you, her creamy pussy making a mess on Obanai's hand. He curled his fingers within her, smiling as she screamed, thighs squeezing around his hand. 

His thrusts into you never ceased, it felt like you were floating. 

You were still in a daze but Mitsuri came down from her high before you. Getting the honor of seeing Obanai Iguro break. 

He was barely holding back, just trying to fuck you through it so he could cum. And at this point, he didn't care about where. In or out. But your pussy was gripping onto him for dear life. He wasn't gonna last any longer. 

“In or out doll?” Obanai gasps. 

But you could barely answer, too fucked out to think. The overstimulation was so much to take, and you couldn't squirm, not with the death grip your boyfriend had on your leg. Humping into you as he pants, waiting for your answer. 

A swift slap to your clit has your eyes wide and open in no time and the fast circles that have you moaning out a jumbled-up string of pleas. For what exactly? You weren't sure. 

“Did you hear him mama?”Mitsuri asks and you shake your head. “He asks if you want him to cum in or out of you?”

The question brings heat to your cheeks and right down to your clit. It was getting hard to focus. The constant stimulation makes another orgasm build up in you. But this one felt like it might break you. 

“W-which one do you like? ” you ask Mitsuri. 

And she smiles, “I like it when he cums inside me.”

“T-then that, inside.” you say, eyes rolling back in your head as her fingers speed up on your clit. 

Mitsuri turns to Obanai, giggling at his blushed red face. “you heard her, baby, go on fuck it deep in her.“

Obanai groans loudly as he cums, and you gasp as you feel his loud shoot into you. You cum with him, the white load painting your walls sending you over the edge. 

It takes a long time for you to come to and by then, Obanai had pulled his stick cock out of you, and Mitsuri was stroking your forehead with her clean hand. 

They each press a kiss to your cheek, marveling at how fast you had fallen asleep. Chest rising and falling peacefully. 

“She can't go to sleep, we have to clean her up. ” Mitsuri says softly. 

But Obanai shakes his head leaning to press another kiss to your forehead, “I'll run her a bath in thirty.” he says. 

“Let our pretty girl rest”

First one down, 14 more to go!!!!!!!~ Kinktober Masterlist|2024»☆★

Taglist: @nousija, @miiiturix, @kittylovecatssuff,

[gothicxreylover]

Hi can you please do the yandere giant hashira plus genya and wives x tiny reader with a part 2 when they tried to escape please sorry I know that just came out but if your in the mood for it then please do! I just like your writing skills and I love yandere g/t!

This Au is kinda growing on me 🙈 anyways I hope you enjoy! I’m sorry if your request hasn’t been answered yet but I’m tryin get best to felt as many as done as possible

Obanai Iguro

You’d made it far enough to believe you might escape Obanai’s sharp eyes, but you hadn’t accounted for Kaburamaru. The snake slithered through the grass, hissing softly as it blocked your path. Before you could dart away, Obanai’s shadow loomed over you, and his fingers snatched you up with practiced precision.

“Trying to run away?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. His mismatched eyes bored into you, his calm exterior masking the possessiveness bubbling underneath. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Did you think I’d let you go?”

He held you close to his face, his fingers tightening just enough to keep you still. “This world isn’t kind to someone as small as you. I’m the only one who can keep you safe, and you’ll understand that… even if I have to make you.”

Kaburamaru coiled lazily around his neck, flicking its tongue in silent approval as Obanai began walking back to his mansion. “You’re mine. There’s no point in fighting it.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa

You’d barely made it past the training grounds when a loud, furious voice froze you in your tracks. “You’ve got some nerve trying to escape!” Sanemi’s sharp eyes locked onto you as he stormed over, his scarred face twisted in anger.

Before you could hide, his hand snatched you up, his grip firm yet careful. “Do you even realize how stupid this was?” he growled, holding you up to his face. His voice was like a storm, and you couldn’t stop shaking. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed out there!”

Sanemi’s anger softened, though his possessive gaze remained. “You’re staying with me, whether you like it or not. If you try this again, I’ll make sure you don’t get the chance. Understand?”

His tone left no room for argument as he turned back toward his mansion, his steps heavy with frustration.

Mitsuri Kanroji

Mitsuri found you just as you were slipping into the tall grass. Her gasp startled you, and before you could hide, her hands gently scooped you up. “You were trying to leave?” she asked, her voice trembling with hurt.

Tears welled in her eyes as she cradled you against her chest. “Why would you do that? I’ve been doing everything I can to take care of you! Don’t you know how much I love having you here?”

Her tears fell onto you as she sniffled, holding you protectively. “You’re so fragile… so precious. I don’t want to lose you. Please don’t ever do this again!”

Her warmth and desperation were suffocating, and as she carried you back to her room, her grip never wavered. “I’ll do even more to make you happy… just promise me you won’t leave.”

Shinobu Kocho

You thought you were safe as you darted past the garden, but Shinobu’s soft laugh froze you in place. “My, my,” she said, crouching down to pick you up with delicate fingers. “A little escape attempt? How bold.”

Her violet eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and something darker as she held you up to her face. “I wonder what you were thinking. Did you really believe you could make it out there alone?”

Shinobu’s smile widened, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “You’re so fragile, little one. I can’t let you wander off and hurt yourself. It seems I’ll have to keep a much closer eye on you from now on.”

Her gentle grip belied the steel in her words as she carried you back inside, her voice lilting with a mix of teasing and warning. “You belong here with me. Don’t make me remind you again.”

Kyojuro Rengoku

You’d almost made it past the gate when Rengoku’s booming voice called out, “Ah-ha! Where do you think you’re going, little one?” His strides were swift, and before you could hide, his massive hand scooped you up.

Rengoku’s fiery eyes narrowed as he held you at eye level, his expression a mix of disappointment and concern. “You were trying to leave? That’s not acceptable. The world is far too dangerous for someone as small and precious as you.”

He sighed, his voice softening but still firm. “I thought you trusted me to protect you. Have I failed you in some way?”

His grip was firm but not harsh as he walked back to his mansion, his voice filled with determination. “You’ll stay with me, where I can keep you safe. No more escape attempts. I won’t allow it.”

Muichiro Tokito

Muichiro found you just as you were climbing over a rock near the edge of the forest. He tilted his head, his expression blank as he reached out to pluck you from your hiding spot.

“You’re trying to leave?” he asked, his voice soft but distant. “That’s not a good idea.”

He held you in his hand, his teal eyes staring at you with quiet intensity. “You’re too small to survive out there. It’s better if you stay with me.”

Though his tone was calm, there was an edge to his words that made your chest tighten. “Don’t do this again,” he said simply, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “I won’t let you go.”

Gyomei Himejima

You’d made it to the edge of the stream when Gyomei’s deep, rumbling voice stopped you in your tracks. “You shouldn’t be out here alone,” he said, kneeling down and gently scooping you into his massive hands.

His blind eyes were filled with sadness as he cradled you. “Were you trying to leave me?”

The hurt in his voice was palpable, and you felt a pang of guilt. “I’ve been protecting you because you’re so small, so fragile. The world is too dangerous for you.”

He sighed deeply, his prayer beads clicking softly. “I’ll have to ensure you never try this again. You are too precious to lose.”

Genya Shinazugawa

Genya caught you just as you were slipping into the bushes. His hands were rough but careful as he grabbed you, his expression a mixture of anger and hurt. “What the hell were you thinking?” he barked, holding you up to his face.

“You could’ve gotten hurt—or worse! Do you even realize how dangerous it is out there?” His voice cracked slightly, his tough exterior faltering. “I… I can’t let anything happen to you.”

His grip tightened protectively as he carried you back. “You’re staying with me. No more of this running away crap. I won’t let you go.”

Tengen Uzui and His Wives

You thought you’d escaped their watchful eyes, but Tengen’s flashy voice rang out, “Caught you, little one!” His massive hand reached out, scooping you up before you could react.

Makio crossed her arms, glaring. “You tried to leave? Do you know how dangerous that was?”

Suma clung to you, her eyes filled with tears. “Why would you do that? Don’t you like being with us?”

Hina gently stroked your back, her voice calm but firm. “You’re far too important to us to let you go. We’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

Tengen grinned, though his eyes were cold. “You’re ours now. There’s no escaping that, little one.”

Giyu Tomioka

The stillness of the forest was comforting as you made your escape, but it didn’t last long. A sudden chill ran down your spine, and when you turned, Giyu was already there, standing silently, his piercing blue eyes locked onto you.

“You’re trying to leave,” he said flatly, his voice calm but carrying a quiet intensity that froze you in place. Before you could bolt, his hand moved swiftly, plucking you from the ground with precision.

He stared at you in his palm, his grip firm but not rough. “Why?” he asked, his tone soft yet laced with something deeper. “Have I not taken good care of you? Was it not enough?”

The weight of his gaze was suffocating. Though his expression was calm, there was an underlying possessiveness in his eyes. “You’re too small, too fragile to survive out there. The world is cruel, and you wouldn’t last a day.”

Giyu let out a soft sigh, his grip tightening slightly as he started walking back. “I won’t let you leave. It’s for your own good.”

When he reached his quarters, he placed you gently in a space he’d prepared for you, but his expression was colder than before. “You don’t need to understand why I’m doing this. Just know that you’re staying with me… forever.”

[wrxangel]

Hi!! Can I request obanai and sanemi (separate) x reader who's like mikan from Danganronpa? I saw your one with zenitsu, and I adored it! I also wanted to ask could you write about the reader falling into an awkward position (as mikan does) and like how the boys react to that, possibly some NSFW? *Wink wink*

Thank you! :D

Obanai Iguro and Sanemi Shinazugawa with Reader who acts like Mikan Tsumiki

I couldn't fit the NSFW part im sorryyyy!! but ill def write a separate nsfw part 2!

a/n: hell yea, I had a feeling y'all would like these "reader w ___ personality" type posts lol. hope you enjoy! feel free to send more requests ^w^ (edit: obanai is so damn hard to write for. sum1 dm me and explain the substance behind obamitsu😭)

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Obanai Iguro

You were the other head medic of the Butterfly Estate, having trained and learned with Shinobu when the previous Insect Pillar, Kanae Kocho, was still around. After Shinobu rose up to claim the pillar position, you remained her right hand and became an unofficial field medic to the pillars during particularly risky missions.

You had trained hard to assist the pillars during missions, and when you first met Obanai, the air crackled with tension. He was a stoic man with a gaze that could cut through steel, and the way he held himself spoke of countless battles fought. But the moment you stuttered an introduction, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, he frowned in irritation, his annoyance palpable.

“I-I’m y-your medic,” you managed to stammer, and you could see the impatience flaring in his eyes. Your apologies spilled from your lips, each word making his frown deepen until he turned away, a low growl escaping him. It stung, and you wished you could disappear.

However, fate has a strange sense of humor. During the mission, while Obanai was distracted, a demon lunged at him from the shadows. Without thinking, you rushed forward, pushing him out of the way just in time. The creature’s claws grazed your arm, but you managed to stabilize Obanai before he could react.

“W-What are you doing?” he snapped, but the irritation faded as he realized what you had done. Your hands shook as you helped him back to his feet, but the moment of annoyance was gone, replaced with something more profound.

When the battle was over, you knelt beside him, quickly assessing the damage. You felt a surge of panic when you noticed the deep cut on his arm. “I-I’m so sorry you got hurt! I-I should’ve been more careful!” Your voice trembled, guilt washing over you as you cleaned and patched his wounds, tears brimming in your eyes. The shame of seeing him injured because of your reckless bravery crushed you.

Obanai watched you, his irritation melting away as he noticed the sincerity behind your tears. No one had cared for him like this before, and a strange warmth bloomed in his chest. “You… care that much?” he asked softly, and you nodded, wiping your eyes.

“I-I just feel so terrible! It’s my fault you were hurt!” You choked out, the sobs breaking free as you buried your face in your hands. But Obanai, surprisingly gentle, reached out, lifting your chin to meet his gaze.

“Stop that,” he said, his voice low but firm. “It’s not your fault.” As he spoke, his heart ached for you, realizing how deeply you felt for him. He didn’t want to see you in pain anymore, not for him or anyone else.

After the mission, things changed between you. Obanai became protective, his demeanor shifting from annoyance to a fierce desire to shield you from harm. He snarled at any man who dared to glance your way, and though it made you flustered, there was something reassuring in his possessiveness.

One fateful day, while you were tending to some recovering demon slayers at the estate, a series of unfortunate events unfolded. You were called over to offer refreshments, balancing a tray of cups and a jug of water. But as you approached, your foot caught on an exposed root, sending you tumbling forward.

“Ah!” you cried out, the tray flying from your hands. Water splashed everywhere, drenching your clothes and leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

Obanai happened to be walking by, his heart racing as he saw the scene unfold. His eyes widened in horror when he realized you were on the ground, soaked and in tears, surrounded by the gawking demon slayers. In an instant, he surged forward, covering you with his striped haori, his anger igniting like a wildfire.

“What the hell are you doing just standing there?” he roared at the onlookers, his voice echoing with fury. “Help her, damn it!” His protective instinct took over, and he began barking threats, ensuring everyone knew they would regret not assisting you.

As you sat up, shaking with humiliation, you felt your heart sink. “I-I’m s-sorry! I-I didn’t mean to cause a scene!” You cried, and the tears flowed freely down your cheeks, your embarrassment overwhelming. Obanai’s expression softened as he knelt beside you, his gaze fierce but filled with concern.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he assured you, his voice low and steady. “It’s okay.” He helped you to your feet, then led you inside the mansion, calling for Aoi to bring tissues and clean clothes.

“I just… I showed everyone such a horrifying, disgusting sight,” you sobbed, unable to meet his eyes.

His heart shattered at your words. “No,” he whispered, cupping your cheek with a tender hand. “You’re not disgusting. You’re everything to me. Those idiots outside don’t deserve to see you. I don’t even deserve to be in your presence.”

The weight of his words enveloped you, and you felt a flicker of hope amidst the shame. Obanai leaned in, placing gentle, bandaged kisses on your forehead, his touch igniting a warmth in your heart. “You are so much more than you realize. I want you to see yourself the way I see you.”

He didn't even feel worthy of you, feeling so undeserving because of his filthy blood. But he wanted to be your rock and make you see how he saw you. How you should see yourself. You were everything to him. And he wanted you to feel how much he cared for you, just as you had for him during your first mission together.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

You first met Sanemi during a training session at the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters. It was your first day, and nerves fluttered in your stomach like frantic butterflies. You had always been the type to trip over your own feet and fumble words in the presence of strangers. But you were determined to prove yourself.

“Sorry! I-I’m so sorry!” you squeaked as you awkwardly navigated through the bustling crowd of Demon Slayers. A knot formed in your stomach when you spotted Sanemi, standing at the edge, his aura both intimidating and electrifying. The moment you made eye contact, you felt a jolt, a mix of fear and awe. He was the Wind Hashira—intense, battle-hungry, and undeniably handsome, though his rough demeanor often overshadowed his features.

While trying to maneuver around him, your foot caught on an uneven stone, sending you tumbling forward. Your heart raced as you prepared for impact, but instead, you collided with his chest. “Oh, n-no! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—” you stammered, your cheeks heating up as you scrambled to your feet.

Sanemi’s expression shifted from surprise to irritation. “Watch where you’re going,” he snapped, though his tone lacked genuine malice. Beneath his sharp words, you sensed something softer—an unexpected flicker of concern hidden in the storm of his frustration.

“Y-yes! Of course! I’m so sorry!” you babbled, bowing your head repeatedly, half in embarrassment and half in desperation to escape his piercing gaze.

As you turned to leave, you heard a low, almost amused growl. “You should probably work on that clumsiness if you want to survive,” he called after you.

You nodded vigorously, your heart racing. “I will! I promise! I’m really trying!”

Days turned into weeks, and your encounters with Sanemi continued to be marked by awkwardness and your apologies. You found yourself drawn to him despite his abrasive nature. Each time you stumbled, each time you found yourself at the mercy of your own nerves, Sanemi was there, his sharp words cutting through the air but somehow comforting in their familiarity.

One day, during a sparring session, you were focused, determined to impress him. Sanemi had been pushing you harder than usual, wanting to test your limits. “Keep your guard up!” he barked, his voice a mix of frustration and encouragement.

You nodded vigorously, trying to keep your concentration. While practicing a series of footwork drills, you overcompensated on your pivot, losing your balance once again. You found yourself falling backward, arms flailing.

“Ah! Sanemi!” you shrieked as you fell, bracing for impact.

But instead of hitting the ground, you collided with him again. This time, your bodies tangled awkwardly, and before you knew it, you were both on the ground, his body pressing into yours. Your face felt like it was on fire, and all you could think about was how embarrassing this was.

“Get off me!” he growled, trying to extricate himself from the awkward position. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his usually composed demeanor faltered.

“I-I’m so sorry!” you babbled, scrambling to sit up and pushing him away gently. “I didn’t mean to! I swear I’m not trying to—”

Sanemi let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his spiky white hair. “You really need to watch your footing,” he grumbled, though there was an unmistakable hint of amusement in his eyes. “What are you trying to do, knock me out with your clumsiness?”

You felt a mix of embarrassment and a strange thrill at his playful jab. “I’m just... n-not very graceful!” you managed to mumble, feeling your heart flutter at his closeness.

As the days passed, the pattern continued. You would find yourself accidentally in compromising positions around him, and each time, his reactions grew softer, almost protective. During one particularly exhausting training session, you tripped while attempting a high kick. Instead of falling backward, you stumbled forward, colliding into Sanemi’s chest once more.

His arms wrapped around you instinctively, steadying you. “You really need to learn how to fall,” he murmured, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

“I-I’m so sorry! I’ll try harder!” you stammered, your heart racing as you looked up into his purple eyes. He looked down at you, an unreadable expression crossing his face.

“Just… don’t overthink it,” he replied, his voice softer than usual. “You’re too tense.”

The tension between you both grew with each clumsy encounter. You often caught him watching you when he thought you weren’t looking, a strange mix of annoyance and affection playing across his features.

One afternoon, while you were supposed to be practicing your forms, you miscalculated a step and stumbled forward, your sword slipping from your grasp. In a frantic attempt to catch it, you dove for it, but in doing so, you ended up rolling into Sanemi, who had been watching from the sidelines.

You both fell to the ground, you landing on top of him, your face hovering inches from his. His eyes widened in shock, and you could feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Oh no! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” you blurted, scrambling to get off him.

“Damn it,” he grumbled, his voice low and gravelly. But there was no anger in his eyes, only that familiar warmth that made your heart flutter.

“Why do you keep doing this?” he asked, a hint of amusement creeping into his tone as he propped himself up on his elbows to look at you.

“I—I don’t know!” you stuttered, flustered. “I really don’t mean to!”

A moment of silence hung between you, and for a second, you both just stared at each other. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, and the weight of his gaze sent your heart racing. Then, with an unexpected softness, he smiled. “Well, at least you make things interesting.”

You blinked, taken aback by the compliment. “Y-you think so?” you managed to ask, surprised by the warmth blooming in your chest.

“Yeah,” he replied, his tone lighter now. “Just try not to land on me next time.”

As your training continued, your unintentional falls turned into a source of connection between you two. Sanemi began to approach your mishaps with a level of patience you never thought he could possess. Whenever you stumbled, he would catch you, guiding you back to your feet with a smirk, making light of the situation.

“See? You’re getting better already,” he would say, shaking his head with mock disbelief. “Just keep that clumsiness to a minimum.”

Though your heart raced with embarrassment each time, there was a comfort in knowing that Sanemi’s reactions weren’t purely irritation. He cared, and that realization made each accidental fall worth it.

A rough, hot-blooded Hashira who, despite his abrasive nature, was slowly but surely falling for the clumsy girl who had stumbled into his heart.

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[emilsendo]

Hello it's me the same person who requests Baji and Draken x Muichiro Male reader.

It's been quite long since I request and I'm quite good with English now!

Anyway may I request Iguro Male reader with Baji and Draken cuz that's all my favorite character.

I'm pretty sure Baji love his eyes.

Anyway don't forget to drink water and take a break sometime thank you and have a nice day!

Also I love your work.

Sure thing! 👀✨�� Thanks you very much, I'm glad you enjoy reading 'em! Also, i am proud of you to improve your English skills, keep it up 💪🏼

ALSO

Yes! I am still taking requests 👀✨️

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KEISUKE BAJI AND DRAKEN WITH S/O WHO IS IGURO OBANAI

DRAKEN:

● He likes eye-contact with you. Mostly because he never saw anyone with this kind of eyes.

● Even if he doesn't like overly showing affection, he doesn't have a problem with giving you a kiss on the forehead.

● He styles your hair, even if you don't ask him to do so.

● Sometimes when you're too busy, you're leaving Kaburamuru with Draken who keeps him on his shoulder instead of neck.

● He loves when you're laying on his chest, so he could hug you in his arms.

● This guy is veru supportive, so don't worry about the scars on your face. He'll even help you with the bandages, if you're comfortable with him enough to do so.

● He plans to buy a snake shaped earrings. One for you and the other for him. So he could have you always near him, and himself near you.

● He hates when you're not eating, he often gets angry about it. (Bro will literally treat you like a child about this topic)

● He knows that you possess an immense sense of self-loathing, so he tells you everyday that he loves you, even if he isn't affectionate himself.

Keisuke Baji:

● You're right! He loves your eyes, because they're as wild as his personality.

● He often rubs your cheeks where the bandages are, to show that he cares about you, no matter what.

● He doesn't think that your scars are ugly, quite opposite even. It makes you look attractive

● Kaburamuru likes him

● He gets annoyed sometimes when you scold him and point your finger at him, he feels like a kid then.

● I can imagine him stealing your haori, coz is big and comfy.

● He once tried to prank you, while ya were sleeping, but Kaburamuru bite his finger.

● He hugs you from behind

● Loves kissing your scars while your head is laying on his lap.

● If you'll not eat Peyoung Yakisoba with him, he will bite you. (Literally)

● He once hit your head to tease you, but then he runs for his dear life because you got EXTRA angry.

● Keisuke would try to make Kaburamuru be friends with Peke J, which at first didn't work but after a week it worked.

● Peke J sometimes sleeps wrapped with Kaburamuru around him in a hugging manner.

[mamayan]

Humbly requesting Yobai with Giyuu (he goes to reader), a lil bit of yandere spice appreciated ✨👀

For you Desi? Anything ♡ This man makes me love the color blue~

★YOBAI☆

Giyuu Tomioka x Fem! Reader

tw: Obsessive/Possessive Themes • Oral (F) • Fingering (F) • Light Overstimulation • Rough Sex • Light Breath Play • Fluff/Humor

YOBAI Series: Kyojuro, Sanemi, Obanai/Mitsuri

Idea given by @rottmntrulesall and continuously inspired by @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi ���

“I love you.”

He had been too stunned to reply, left frozen like a fool, unable to truly fathom those three simple words. He understood what they meant, but oddly his brain just couldn’t fathom how it factored in him.

You loved him? He wanted to ask you why first and foremost. It left him reeling, because did you mean you loved him like a friend? Did you only love him like family?

Did you love him like a man?

He was moving aimlessly, arms crossed as he stalked the residential streets near his home. His face set in its familiar stoic default, hiding his inner turmoil as his legs carry him down another set of homes.

He’s hardly paying any attention, only reacting to the voice which calls out in the quiet night.

“Tomioka-san? Are you out on a mission?” Colors clash as Giyuu comes face to face with the flame pillar Kyojuro Rengoku.

The man was dressed casually, holding what appeared to be confectioneries from a local shop boxed up in one hand. His gaze was friendly and curious as ever, smile as warm as its owner.

That’s right, Giyuu thought, the flame Hashira had gotten himself engaged had he not? He must have some sort of knowledge of this unfamiliar unfurling within his chest.

It was driving him nearly mad, the way your voice seemed to echo that single sentence on repeat.

“Rengoku-san… you’re experienced in love?” The water pillar’s question struck something weirdly familiar in Kyojuro, as Giyuu moved closer. The dark haired young man looked tired; which, coupled with his expressionless face only aided in aging his appearance.

“Haha! Yes! I am getting married soon!” His boisterous laugh grates on Giyuu’s ears, but he grits his teeth and endures for the sake of figuring all this out.

“Y/N said she loved me…” if Kyojuro hadn’t known the gloomy man for so many years, he might’ve thought Giyuu was scared in the admission.

The flame Hashira just wanted to go home and eat the sweets he bought with his fiancé, not have this conversation in front of his house. His lip twitched, but smile remained as he cautiously prodded further.

“And…?” His smile dropped at Giyuu’s blank face.

“What?” His eye twitched.

“Tomioka-san… did you say anything back?” Kyojuro felt a pang of pity for you as Giyuu shook his head, lips set in a firm line.

“So you just rejected her?” Giyuu’s eyes widened.

“I didn’t reject her…?”

“You did though Tomioka-san.”

Kyojuro wanted to go home, but a strange moral obligation kept him speaking, and for a moment he wondered if his family gave off matchmaker energy.

He’d speak with his father later, for now he focused on aiding his social awkward comrade as quickly as possible.

He felt further conflicted after speaking with Rengoku.

So he spent his free time following you, his thoughts consumed by you, fighting the pull he felt. This couldn’t possibly be healthy or normal, you shouldn’t haunt even his dreams. You respected his space, but every hopeful glance you sent his way sent him spiraling further.

Why did you need to be so lovely? So hard working and dedicated, you spent your days busy and helpful. Giyuu never truly realized how busy a Kakushi’s day could be, but it was possible it was just you.

Were you overworking yourself?

Did you eat breakfast this morning?

You sneeze cutely.

He likes how you laugh.

Your eyes glitter when you see the notes he begins anonymously leaving you, searching anywhere and everywhere, yet never seeing him from his perch in the trees. He likes the game he starts of cat and mouse, amusing himself watching you struggle to figure it out.

You’re quite the detective though, finally bringing out a simple note to show Kocho who recognizes his script.

He still doesn’t reveal himself, avoiding your growing awareness.

He enjoys spending his free time watching over you, dancing around your confession, until someone new appears in your little world.

A male demon slayer, around his own age, asking you on a date.

A romantic one. The sort which leads to engagement and marriage. He nearly pulled his blade, a boiling rage bubbling up and over his top, red flashing through his gaze.

You declined, polite and kind as always, but it didn’t matter. That man spoke to you because Giyuu hadn’t claimed you.

You were his weren’t you? You said you loved him.

Giyuu grit his teeth, face distorted even now as you returned to work and the day faded into night.

Even training was useless, his mind conjuring up images of you with someone else, smiling and directing that soft gaze on them.

His blade came down again, body covered in sweat as he huffs in exhaustion.

It still wasn’t enough. He was trembling from his own emotions attempting to claw through his chest.

He was tired of feeling regret.

The thought of “if I’d only been stronger, arrived sooner, said something” plaguing him until he stood outside your home.

In the middle of the night.

The moon hung as a crescent shining down, surrounded by a sea of stars.

He hadn’t changed out of his uniform, sword still attached to his hip as he moved forward. Gravel crunched under his sandals.

It seemed the closer he got to you, the more agitated he felt.

His hands shaking when he reached the front door, fist clenched and hand raised as if to knock. He froze, realization dawning on how this might look to any nosy neighbors who might be passing by. He slipped around back, away from sight and instead using a side entrance into your home that was left unlocked.

That fact made him uncomfortable as he moved forward on silent feet, his shoes left neatly by the door as he explored in search of your bedroom.

His chest continuing to itch with frustration until he slid the last shoji back to reveal a simple small room. A futon laid in the center where a bundle laid under the covers.

You looked serene, tucked sweetly away in bed and dreaming of something nice if the small smile on your lips was any indication.

He sighed, sitting down beside your bed with one foot propped up to lean on, looking down at you while you dozed.

Almost an hour passed before he grew impatient again, memories of today still on repeat as he tries to calm himself by just looking at you.

Except he didn’t just want to look anymore, he didn’t want to only observe and tease from afar. He wanted to hold you, speak to you, touch you.

He stood silently, taking off his sword and leaning it against your back wall, moving again to stand over your futon where you laid curled in the middle like a sleeping cat. Completely ignorant to his inner turmoil as he kneels before crawling completely over you.

That’s what you awake to, the figure of Giyuu Tomioka looming over you while you slept.

You startle, not immediately recognizing him in your half dreaming state, mouth opening to speak before a hand gently but firmly covers it.

“Don’t scream,” they weren’t very comforting words, your eyes widening fearfully and trying to adjust to the dark room, but it’s the voice which gives your panic pause.

“I just…” he didn’t know what he needed, because it clearly wasn’t just to see or merely touch you anymore. “I wanted to ask if you meant it… back then.” He was grateful the room was dark, his face feeling hot despite the cool air surrounding him.

You weren’t struggling or fighting him, seeming to have realized who he was already. Giyuu released his hold over your mouth, taking in your pretty features painted by dim moonlight with your eyes trained on him.

“I did mean it,” your voice cute and slurred as you sleepily answer, curious and less afraid now that you know who paid you a nightly visit.

Was he here for…? The thought seemed ridiculous, because Giyuu always struck you as a bit reserved, but why else would he be here in the middle of the night asking you about your confession?

You were still tired, but it helped dispel any nerves which might’ve been present had the sun been up. You let your arms raise slowly, as if it might scare the fearsome demon slayer, and wrapped them around his neck.

It pulled him in a little closer, and you could make out his features a little better like this.

His breath stuck in his throat, enamored by your close proximity, your soft sweet scent, and your words.

You meant it.

You wanted him, and while he was overcome with the urge to self-sabotage his happiness and remind you of his flaws, he was stopped by you leaning up.

Your kiss was feather light, just grazing his own for a split second before pulling away.

He chased you though, his own slotting against yours this time, but the force and pressure has you gasping so he could slip his tongue inside your mouth.

You whined but he devoured it as he pushed the hot muscle around with your own, lighting you with the same passion he was feeling.

He let some of his weight drop, pinning you to prevent you from wiggling away from him, letting his thigh spread your own so he could slot himself in between.

Your yukata was in disarray, so when Giyuu’s groin pressed against your own it was only his pants separating him from your sex.

The feeling of something hard and thick pressing against your slick heat had you moaning, fabric sliding and creating delicious friction against your hooded nub. Shocks of pleasure jolted up your skin, but it was Giyuu’s own groan and pause that disrupted the kiss.

He realized there was nothing beneath your sleepwear, your soft thighs naked up to your stomach, and his own body hiding your slit from his view.

You caught your breath, watching as Giyuu lifted up and moved down your body, fingers quickly digging into the plush flesh of your inner thighs when they tried to close.

“Keep them open.” His eyes are narrowed on the expression of arousal and embarrassment you wear, lips titling up a bit as he smooths his hands down to your ass. “Be good for me,” you nearly choke when he says the words, but you really do when his tongue flicks out right over your puffy clit. Fingers dig into the futon while your eyes lock with his own, ensnared by the lewd show he makes of flattening his tongue and dragging it up slowly through your folds, adding pressure when he feels your legs start to shake.

His languid licks grow more fervent by the minute, his own desperation hastening his movements to lap and suck at your clit, before dropping down to prod your entrance with the tip. Your hips jerk, back arching as you grind against his face, slick coating his lips and chin as he eats you like a man starved.

“G-Giyuu, fuck, please,” it takes him a a moment to realize you used his first name, but when he does he nearly swears aloud.

Grunting when he feels your fingers tangle in his dark hair, Giyuu moves his hand around to press a finger against your tight hole, his tongue not stopping his assault on your throbbing nub. He watches you as he sinks his middle finger inside, the way you twitch and whine, lips parted and eyes heavy lidded as you pant.

Giyuu moans as he sinks deeper inside you, the snug fit around even just one finger as your feverish gummy insides massaged it had his hips rutting into the futon below.

He can tell you’re close, it’s not difficult with the way you buck and pull him closer as he adds a second finger, beginning to stretch you out and pump now.

Giyuu curls his fingers, watching it light you up as you cry out, pretty cunt grinding down and trying to seek even more friction as you tremble and moan.

He’d be a liar if he said it didn’t boost his ego.

It’s when a third finger begins to squeeze into your snug walls that you jerk back, his hand wrapped around your thigh and anchoring your hip keeping you from going anywhere though.

He pauses his movements as you pant, looking at your scrunched features as you adjust to the tiny sting.

“You’re being so good for me,” he praises, slowly sinking three of his thick calloused fingers inside of you, “so lovely and all mine, aren’t you?” His voice has dropped an octave as he lazily pumps his digits, soaked by your arousal and sliding in easier and easier as you relax.

Only when your brows unfurl does he smirk and kiss your inner thigh, sticking his tongue out and dragging it against your skin back to the little bundle of nerves.

The feeling of being so full and his tongue just softly tracing over your clit sends you over the edge.

“I-I’m—hah,” your head falls back as the first wave washes over you, gentle but building. The wet squelching of Giyuu still licking and fucking his fingers into you getting louder, as you realize with a shaky inhale that he’s not stopping.

“Giyuu…!” He tightens his grip, brows furrowing as you break his concentration, intent on absolutely devouring you. You might’ve came but he’s not done with your swollen bud or leaking slit, his fingers leaving your entrance in favor of wiggling the powerful muscle in his mouth inside you. Your core spams around it, cries growing as you nearly rip strands of his hair out in your desperation for relief from his mouth. You can’t break his grip on you, the next orgasm striking you like a slap as you cum.

“Mhn—!” Your burning eyes finally blur as tears spill, the ache inside you releasing as pleasure clouds your mind into oblivion.

Giyuu only stops when your shaking subsides, lessening his ministrations as you come down from your second high.

He doesn’t realize it’s him shaking until your muscles go lax and limp in his hold, his hands trembling with restraint as he drags himself back up to look down at your blissed out face.

It’s so cute it nearly enrages him, his hands quickly taking off his haori and uniform, yanking at fabric aggressively as he tries to free his painfully hard cock from the confines of his clothes.

You’re still catching your breath, blinking your blurry vision away only to see Giyuu’s naked torso draping over you as he unties your belt and fully opens your yukata.

Your eyes have fully adjusted now, able to clearly see his toned pale skin on display. Scars littered his pretty skin, hard planes of muscle a testament to his devotion as a slayer, but his steely gaze isn’t cool like the water breathing he uses. Those dark blue pools are boiling as he looks at your soft nude figure, hands quick to grasp your hips and slide up to your chest.

“I’m the only one who gets to see you like this…” his solemn and possessive tone have goosebumps erupting on your skin. The feel of his hands are rough as they trail and dance across your breasts, two fingers coming together to pinch harshly at your nipple, pulling a huffed squeak from your lips as you pout up at him.

He smiles at you.

Not a half smirk or tiny twitch of his lip, but a warm smile filled with adoration, and it leaves you vulnerable for his next attack.

He plants one forearm just above your head, leaning close for a searing slow kiss that was downright filthy in how he lewdly moaned into your mouth. The deep sound reverberating into you as you melt further beneath him.

You’re distracted, boneless legs easily pried further open for his hips as he slides closer to you, his free hand letting the reddened soft tip of his cock brush through your soaked lower lips.

You jolt at the sensation, the heat of his body taking you by surprise, but his mouth follows when you pull back, biting down on your lower lip and licking the sting away when you whine.

Then you feel pressure, at first odd but not painful. Giyuu huffs against your mouth as your walls crush the tip of his cock as he pushes in.

“Relax for me, let me in,” he’s fighting hard not to just shove entirely inside you in one thrust. Your warm and soft body leaving his head muddled as he pulls out, before pushing in again, working himself deeper inch by inch.

Your clammy palms find his biceps, fingers digging into the hard muscle as you try to obey and relax for him, but you can’t help when you clamp down with the feeling of being invaded by his burning rod continually shoving into you. He wasn’t outright painfully thick, but his length far surpassed his fingers as his cock pushed your limits before he was fully seated inside, tip pushing up your cervix to fit completely while your legs trembled and tensed around him.

“Y/N,” you didn’t mean to close your eyes, just consumed with concentrating on getting used to him, when a large palm cupped your cheek and encouraged you to look up. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, flushed and heaving for breath just from feeling you squeeze around him, brows taunt as he gazes at you with those softening eyes.

“Am I hurting you?” You shake your head, because it didn’t hurt, he was just stretching you out so much it was leaving you reeling.

He seemed to understand as he chuckles, kissing your temple as his hips slowly drag out of you, each vein on his cock rubbing in his exit. Your nails bite deeper into his skin, your exhale of breath sharp before he shifted and nudged a new spot that made you moan.

“There?” He’s not actually asking you. Not when he sinks back in, watching your every expression while gauging where that spot was.

He brushes it with his tip, the spongey area making you clench and slacken in the same moment, toes curling as the thickness inside seems almost unbearable before feeling so good your own hips rock up to meet his thrust.

“You’re so tight,” his hair has come loose from the ponytail he keeps it in, thick strands tickling your collarbone where they drop, his shoulder muscles taunt with pent up energy as he begins a steady pace inside of you, letting your slick glide him into your narrow hole. His eyes flicking up and drinking in the almost drunk expression on your pretty face, adoring how you both seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces.

“G-Giyuu,” your panting little moans are speeding up with his thrusts, the room becoming sweltering as your bodies collide, his groin coming flush against your ass with each loud smack of his balls. His hand tangles in the blanket below, gripping the fabric as he concentrates on not filling you up carelessly. His free hand moves up your hip where he’d been holding you, brushing over your sensitive nipples teasingly before gently wrapping around your throat.

One of your hands wrap around his wrist, cautious and curious of why he was holding you like this, but not fighting when he lightly squeezes the sides of your throat.

“Oh,” you moan, voice a little hoarse and softer than usual as you feel your head go light and airy while the intense pleasure inside of you spikes. His cock spearing and bullying your insides as he groans, your pussy only becoming tighter as he restricts your blood flow lightly, watching your fucked out face in fascination. His own isn’t any better but you’re not paying attention, only caring about the bubble expanding inside your belly again, his cock threatening to pop it at any second, his lower half soaked in your slick as it slides down your ass and onto the futon.

“Are you going to cum for me?” His expression is nearly pained as he restraints himself, smirking as you senselessly babble something incoherent but your nails scrape sharply over his skin and help clear his mind. He shifts even closer, forcing himself to hunch over you while he releases your throat and grips under your knees.

You cry out as he lifts your legs up, pressing your knees almost to your collarbone while he drills your cunt, his feet digging into the futon below as he has you in a mating press. His nose nearly brushes yours, so close but far as he grunts and slams into you, the new angle increasing the tightness, your walls milking him while he fucks you stupid.

“Fuck—m’gonna cum, Giyuu!” Your eyes roll back, insides clamping down and seizing around him while you gush, cream forming around the base of his cock while he pants, teeth grit while he focuses on drawing out your release as long as he can. “N-no more, please!” You nearly wail as his cock overstimulates you, still brushing against that spot inside that has you seeing white.

He takes mercy this time, pulling out so quickly your hole is left gaping for a moment as he sits back and grips his cock and works himself fiercely over you, grunting and biting down on his lip while his balls draw up tight and he shoots ropes of hot cum over your dripping pussy and lower belly. Using his tip to smear it over your swollen lips as he groans.

You watch quietly, body still thrumming with euphoria from your orgasm as Giyuu finishes too, looking ruined as he finishes on you before nearly collapsing too.

He lets himself fall to his side, one arm reaching out and dragging you against him despite both your sweaty figures. He holds you tightly while you both calm, your heartbeat slowing as exhaustion takes hold and your eyes droop.

As a Hashira, he’s quick to recover, and while he could certainly stand to take you two or three more times, he instead relishes in the feel of holding you against him so intimately.

You’re asleep in minutes, breathing even as you doze against his chest.

He closes his eyes, letting his forehead drop against the crown of your head, whispering quietly what you fell asleep too quickly to hear.

“I love you too…” he’ll say it again when you wake.

“Thank you,” Kyojuro looks up from the training dummy he’d just destroyed, gaze landing with surprise on the water Hashira standing awkwardly before him, not looking at him.

Giyuu stood with his arms crossed staring off into the distance, reminding Kyojuro of an old man with the sort of serene gaze only the elderly possessed.

“Ah! You’re welcome haha! You took my advice?” His bright eyes widened, quite shocked in truth.

Giyuu merely nodded, turning to walk away having said his gratitude now.

Kyojuro didn’t stop him, still amazed his half-assed terrible advice had actually worked. Unlike his younger brother who was quite beloved and well known by the corps, Kyojuro could care less about Giyuu’s emotional constipation.

He’d told him to stop being a coward and act like a man.

You never did find out that Giyuu’s “night crawling” act was in fact just his strange way of coming to tell you his feelings before he could talk himself out of it and lose you to another.

Your kiss just initiated what he’d been holding back. ♡

Giyuu’s face whenever he sees that other slayer who tried to ask you out.

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Hi, hello

Would I be able to request an Upper Moon demon Obanai x Reader, where Reader is a hashira? (Obanai lives rent free in my head)

If not, that's fine too

Have a great day/night and make sure to take care of yourself!!

Hmmm! I’ve actually wanted to write Upper Moon Obanai for a long time but had no actual idea for it so thanks for the idea, my dear! Have a wonderful day, hope a fellow Obanai simp likes it!

Forgot to mention! Not my art, not my art! Please give credit to original artist. Repeat. The original artist is @/jeezartzz on Twitter! Go give them love! Please, please. Thank you!

Upper Moon! Obanai- Serpents and Arachnids

You’ve always felt like there was one than one pair of eyes watching you. That there is always something slithering around you. At the night, everytime you’re on a mission whilst the stalking eyes are never around during the morning. Every night, you always wield your Nichirin katana and prepare for any chance a demon will jump you. You suspect that odd feeling of something watching you is directly from a demon’s hand

It wasn’t just any demon. The Upper Moon 3 himself, Mamushi. He had spotted you during one mission of your own upon being tasked to take care of the nearest Hashira, you’re that Hashira. His enemy and the one his Master tasked him with disposing off but yet… he couldn’t stop looking at you and he couldn’t bring himself to do anything harsh to you

You’re so beautiful, you’re so strong and you’re so opposing. He loves that in his little victims but he isn’t going to eat you, he is going to watch you throughout every mission in a almost protective manner by sending his loyal snowy white beastly serpents to follow you around everywhere, seeing through their eyes

The Arachnid Hashira, the Upper Moon 3 loves the Demon Slayer Corps’ Arachnid Hashira so much that he can’t stand letting them being able to leave his sight. He is very smitten and enamoured with you to the point it’s so unhealthy and you possess his mind 24/7. Yes, he doesn’t even know your name but none of that matters to him. He wants you… and he’ll do whatever he must to have you, human or not, Mamushi always gets what he wants. He’s the Upper Moon 3, who would ever have the gut to try refuse him? Unless they want him to rip every opponent in his path piece from piece

After a few silent minutes of treading through the dark misty forest with your katana bared, you heard it… that familiar snake-like hissing by your feet. Immediately preparing for any chance you may need to defend yourself, the hissing dies down as the odd echoey noises seem to disappear into thin air. It makes your spine shiver but you continue on, you need to find that demon you’ve been tasked with handling

A powerful demon attacking and mutilating a nearby village for whatever reason. To the Corps, it’s clearly for hunger but on the demon’s end, on Mamushi’s end, it’s to attract his little Arachnid Royal

The second you spot a big round pool of bright red blood, you rush over to it and then recognise the disgusting smell of a deceased human body and see many drips of red blood in a trail. The stalking snake is always following you, silent and climbing through the trees to let the Upper Moon 3 constantly keep his eyes on you as you follow his trap. His blood trail trick, you’re coming to him unknowingly and it’s perfect

Mamushi, from within the shadows, knocks you out when you finally reach the end of the trail with your katana flared. His signature blood red-eyed double-headed beast of a snake catching you before you can fall onto the floor when the Upper Moon chops at your neck, hitting a sensitive part of the flesh. He won’t let you see him… not yet, he needs to make sure you’re inside his basement and tied up before he reveals himself

He cannot wait to see you up in close…

“Have a good sleep, my precious little Tarantula~”

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Your writing is my favorite and it's nice to see Black writers writing for Kny <33 Could you write a NSFW one-shot with Mitsuri x Obanai x Sub! Black Reader? Reader just got her hair done in passion twists and the other two can't stop thinking about pulling her pretty hair as they taking her?

Lustful fantasy

Paring: Mitsuri x Iguro x Black!fem reader

Synopsis: your husband and wife have a new hair pulling kink unlocked then they see your pretty passion twists

Content: Hair pulling, overstimulation, oral (reader receiving), 3some, Dom Mitsuri, Dom Iguro, sub reader, rough sex, full Nelson (look it up lol), accidental creampie, squirting, cum eating, cervix kissing, pussy drunk Iguro and Mitsuri

Word count: 3.2k words

A/n: YOU LIKE MY WRITING!?😝 THANK YOU OMG♡♡ and ikr? I love seeing other black writers on here. Also I wanted to make iguro have a split tounge... but maybe that could be for another fic with him and just y/n? 👀 anyways enjoy this!

"I've arrived. Oh? The master isn't here?" You looked around the room to see the rest of the hashira sat down but no sign of the Master. Your lovers, Mitsuri and Iguro sighed in relief, worried you might've slept in and showed up to the meeting late since they had to leave before you. In your shared home, they knew someone was overdoing your hair, but they didn't expect this hairstyle to take so long in the night.

The master is very strict with the hasira being on time for meetings, and they wouldn't be able to excuse you even if they desperately wanted to, but luckily, you're here now before the master showed up. Before you could walk over to sit with your wife and husband, Mitsuri got up and ran towards you and pulled you into a tight hug.

"Y/n, your hair looks amazing! You look so gorgeous!!!" Mitsuri squeals and kisses your cheek. "Your hair also smells nice. Almost like honey." Mitsuri sniffs your hair, and you giggle from feeling of the tip of her nose poke your scalp. "Thank you, sweetness. The person who did my hair used Shine n Jam," you said and hugged Mitsuri back, giving her a quick peck on the lips.

"I will say. Your hair dose look lovely y/n. It's much longer than before. You'll look like Muichiro when you fight demons out there," Shinobu complimented with a faint blush on her cheeks. Muichiro stares at you intensely, trying to remember if your hair was always this long, but it didn't matter. He liked your hair. "Thank you, Shinobu," you said and then smiled at Muichiro, knowing he's admiring your hair.

"Come, let's sit." Your hand rests on Mitsuri's back as you walk over to sit next to iguro in the back. As you sat down, Mitsuri couldn't help but stare at you with a big smile on her face. "Can I touch it?" She asked, almost begging and you chuckle. "I always do" you said and watched her play with your long passion twist in her hand. Shinobu noticed giyuu's eyes staring at your hair as you walked by with it swaying side to side and nudged his arm to encourage to complement you.

Giyuu gulps and opens his mouth to speak. "I dont recall your hair being this long. What hairstyle is it? I think it looks nice." Giyuu said. A loud hissing sound was made by Kaburamaru at giyuus compliment, and giyuu looked away from you, feeling iguros energy. "If you can't even tell what hairstyle y/n has don't compliment her. She doesn't need your praise on her appearance. Only Just Mitsuri and I," Iguro said and glared at giyuu. "Don't you even mention kochi. I like her so she can compliment y/n"

"Oh, come now." You shook your head with a chuckle, knowing Iguro used this chance to be hateful towards Giyuus wholesome compliment. It's no surprise that Iguro is possessive of you and Mitsuri. He just can't help it. Iguro wants to be the only man his women receive compliments from and not from any other man, no matter how pure the compliment is. Especially no from Giyuu.

You rest your head on Iguro's shoulder and look at him with soft eyes to calm him down. Mitsuri also looked at him with puppy eyes, and he eventually turned his head away to stop. You chuckled knowing that's his way of saying sorry when he takes things a bit too far at an inappropriate time.

"These are called passion twits. I added hair to mine to make it this long. Thank you for saying it looks nice, Giyuu." You smiled at Giyuu, and he nods, still keeping his gaze away from you. Iguro rolled his eyes but quickly straightened up once the master and his children walked in.

The meeting had started, and the other hashira became more talkative, including their thoughts and idea. You weren't as talkative like the other hashira. You sit back and observe the conversation until you feel you're ready to add your opinion or disagreements, but as of now, it just felt like a regular meeting.

You listened to the master and the other hashira speak until you felt Iguro touch the ends of your hair since his hand kept brushing past your ass. Your eyes squinted to focus on the meeting. Your eyes looked over at iguro and seen how He's paying attention to the meeting while his hand is somewhere else, distracting you. Iguro leaned closer to you and whispered, "You look beautiful with long hair," he said.

You only hummed in response and kept focus on the master. You knew Mitsuri and Iguro loved your natural hair, they even convince you to show it off all the time but since you got your hair done this long, you can tell they were loving it and being very touchy with you at the most inappropriate time. Mitsuri couldn't help but tug a strand of your hair and watch as your head jerks back. You hide back a groan, but the sound you made was enough for the master to stop speaking.

"Y/n is that you? What's wrong." Kagaya said. Iguro and Mitsuri quickly took their hands off you and put their hands back in their laps. All the hashira turned back to look at you, and you cleared your throat. "Apologies master. There's a pin poking my skin in my uniform." You faked holding your side and fixed your uniform. "Oh my, that's not good. After this meeting, you should get that checked out. I've never heard of a pin being left behind in an unform after it's been made," he said

"Frist time for everything." You chuckle, playing it off, cool, and sighed in relief once the meeting continued. "You're being too playful.." You spoke through your teeth in some annoyance as you whispered to Mitsuri. Although your wife may even be loving and a big sweetheart, she can be a big tease with you. Iguro, on the other hand, can be more playful when he's with you and Mitsuri rather than serious all the time. They knew what they were doing but couldn't help it.

Iguro took a turn at tugging on your hair, and you looked at him with annoyance. It felt like bullying, but it wasn't hard tugs to mess up your pretty hair. It was more sensual. Iguro got hard just imaging how he can tug on his hair as he fucks you from behind and Mitsuri couldn't help but think of how she can pull your hair like how you do to her in bed. Their thoughts were driving them crazy they were definitely going to have fun with you once this meeting is over.

"Don't be like that. I'm sorry." Iguro stops you from walking away any further in the house by wrapping his arms around your waist. "I won't pull your hair again. Right, Mitsuri?" Iguro said, and Mitsuri nodded, giving you a kiss on the lips. You roll your eyes. "It's not that... you guys almost got us caught being all touchy, especially at the meeting. I hope you won't do that again," you said with your arms crossed. "I won't, I swear! I'm sorry, baby!" Mitsuri said almost on the verge of tears.

"It's okay," you grinned and looked back at Iguro. "I won't do that again. However, you didn't seek to have a problem with the hair pulling, though.." Iguro said, letting go on your hips and touching your arms. Your uniform is the exact same as tengens, so it made it very easy for iguro to not only touch your arms but also slit his hands into your unform to cup at your boobs. "Well, no... I don't mind it. You two have just always been scared to pull my hair, but clearly, not now," you said in a seductive tone as you felt Iguro grab your tits.

"When was the last time we've had sex together?" Mitsuri said as her hand touched the bottoms on your uniform and began to undo them. As a hashira, you rarely have the time to have any intimacy. Sometimes, Iguro would miss out on the fun if he's out on a mission, and you and Mitsuri are having sex. Sometimes Mitsuri would miss out when it's you and Iguro, and sometimes you'd miss out if it's iguro and Mitsuri having sex without you.

"Too long since we've had sex together," you whispered against her lips and watched as your tits popped out once Mitsuri undose your uniform. "Why? You two wanna pull on my hair that badly?" You teased, followed by a soft moan when iguros fingers slip into your bra. "Do I want you? I couldn't stop thinking about pulling your hair all day," Iguro said and pressed his crotch on your ass to feel how hard he was. "Can we? I know you just got it done, but I couldn't stop thinking about Mitsuri asked as her knee gose between your legs.

"Of course you can," you said. Your hands reach Mitsuri, pushing the front of her uniform aside and watching as her boobs flop out of the opening of her uniform. You pulled Mitsuri closer, having her boobs press agiants yours and then snuck your hand underneath her skirt to play with her pussy through her panties. You start to rub her clit and then grinding your ass back on Iguro.

Mitsuri moaned and let out a small whine once she felt iguros' fingers rub against her nipples since her boobs were pressed agiants yours and iguros fingers were playing with your nipple inside your bra. "The master was right. You should get this uniform looked at. Maybe even a new one," Iguro said and began to rip your pants off your lower half. You gasped once your ripped bottoms fell to the floor, and you were your panties.

"Needy, aren't you?" You look back at Iguro and reach your hand back to his mask to rip it off his face. Iguro chuckles and then gives you a kiss. "Yes. I am. Let's take this to the bedroom, " Iguro said. Mitsuri bends down to pick you up into her arms, and you quickly hold onto her. "Let's go! Hehe" she said, more happy then usual but in reality she couldn't wait to get ride of the seuxal frustration she's been holding back from not having with both her husband and wife in a while.

Once you were in your shared room, you and Mitsuri began to strip down Iguro as he sat at the edge of the bed. Mitsuri kisses Iguro passionately as she takes off the top of his uniform, and you take off the bottom, pulling his pants down to his ankles, and then going back up to kiss his abs, then kissing and sucking lightly on tip through his boxers.

Mitsuri's hand caresses Iguro's pecs and then travels down his musclar body to his abs. Iguro kissed Mitsuri with tounge, moaning in her mouth as you kept teasing his hard cock through his underwear and then reached to grab at Mitsuri's tits. "Iguro~ oh.." Mitsuri pulled away from the kiss and sat pretty as Iguro teased her nipples. "Yes, Mitsuri, what is it, pretty girl?" He asked her and gave her another kiss. "Mhm~ let me go down there with y/n. I have an idea," Mitsuri said.

You stopped teasing Iguro through his underwear and looked up at Mitsuri. "Go ahead. Your ideas are always good in bed, " Iguro said. Mitsuri gets down from the bed and onto the floor next to you. She faces you with her, her body facing you while your body is between Iguros's legs. "What's the new idea?" You asked and then watched as her hand caresses your cheek, then gosee to your hair.

"Fuck.." you whisper as Mitsuri's hand begins to wrap her hand around in your twists, getting a fist full of your hair and then pulling it "instead of you sucking Iguro's cock, how about I help you do it and then let iguro fuck your throat after" Mitsuri said and kisses your cheek "as long as I get to suck it I'll go along with anything you say, Mitsuri" You grinned as you looked at her.

"Good girl," Mitsuri said. You and Mitsuri take each side of Iguros boxers and began to pull it down and watch his cock spring out "just look how hard he is" Mitsuri said and strokes his cock. She leans forward to kiss the tip and looks up at Iguro's flushed face. "Enough teasing... I'll cum from just that" Iguro blushes and brings his hand to your face, pressing his thumb on your bottom lip "Open. Let me feel these pretty lips around my cock" He said and you open your mouth wide enough for him to grab the base of his cock and push it inside your mouth.

Your hands rest on Iguro's inner thighs and you begin to suck his cock freely. Mitsuri and Iguro watch you from different views, taking his cock in your mouth and watching your saliva slobber all over it. "That's it, y/n. Just like that," Iguro's head falls back as a sexual sigh comes out from his throat as you suck him off. "I've never told you this but not only do you look pretty eating pussy, you also look pretty sucking a cock" Mitsuri said, tighting your hair in her grip and begins to bob your head herself on Iguro's cock.

Your eyes shut, your nails dig into Iguro's skin hard, and you breathe through your nose heavily as your mouth takes more of your husband's big cock. Mitsuri kept pulling your hair back and pushing your head down and looked up to see Iguro becoming a moaning mess. He grunts as his hands grip onto the sheets "Keep taking control of y/n. You're making her head, Bob just right," He said. Mitsuri smiles cutely at his praise and begins to make you suck his cock faster, making his tip hit the back of your throat.

You hum loudly around Iguro's cock from Mitsuri's rough movements but you still continue to let her use your head to pleasure Iguro.

"Y/n," Iguro moaned, saying your name in a husky voice. Mitsuri, adjust your head just enough to make you look up at Iguro as she continues to bob your head. "You're doing so good taking my cock but don't you think Mitsuri is left out?" He pants "haa~ rub her pretty clit while I fuck your throat. Make us both cum" Iguro said. Mitsuri let go of your hair and was quickly taken over by Iguro.

"Hmph~" you moan on his cock in response. You looked over at Mitsuri as best as you could and reach your hand past her thighs for your fingers to play with her clit. "Oh gosh, y/n," Mitsuri moaned, scooching closer to you "oh that feels so good," she moans again, this time in your ear. Her moans made your pussy throb, you rub her clit in circles faster to hear her pretty moans in your ear more.

Mitsuri was wet already, and so sesntive. She got caught up with seeing the lovely site of you sucking Iguro off she always forgot how sesntive she is when it's her turn to be pleasured. "Keep going, please keep going," Mitsuri begs, and you didn't stop. Iguro's tip kept hitting the back of your throat as he fucks it and watches as your glossy eyes look up at him, almost rolling to the back of your head. "Fuck... oh fuck. I'm close" a soft whimper escapes his lips and his thrust becoming sloppy as he releases his cum down your throat.

"Y/n... y/n.. y-y/n!" Mitsuri moaned your name repeatedly, grinding herself on your fingers as cums. Her clit throbs on your fingers and her body trembles from her orgasm, she whimpers as you played with her pussy a little more until pulling your hand away. Iguro lossened his grip on your hair, letring it go and watches your long passion twists fall on your back. You pull his cock out of your mouth and gasped for air and sat down fully on the ground, catching your breath.

Mitsuri grabs your chin to make you look at her and smiles. "Thank gosh, we didn't mess up your pretty hair too much," she said and kissed your cheek. You look at her in a haze and smiled "You did such a good job," she said and kissed your lips and kissed you again, holding your face in her hands. "Mhm hmm," you moaned as you kissed her back with tongue, letting her taste what iguro left behind.

"You have to share Mitsuri," Iguro teased. Mitsuri pulled away from the kiss and crawled around, sitting behind you. "I am iguro, but just look at how wet she is." Mitsuri's hands open your thighs and then use her fingers to spread your pussy open in a 'V' shape. "Put your fingers in. Our poor wife's pussy is throbbing, clenching on nothing" Iguro said in tease and Mitsuri giggled as her slender fingers dip inside your wet cunt.

"Mitsuri~" you moaned and your head falls back on her shoulder as she fingers your faster, curling her fingers deep inside preparing you for Iguro to fuck you. "Just listen to how wet you are. I can't wait to taste you while iguro fucks you" She whispers in your ear. Mitsuri fingers you a little longer, just enough for your pussy to open up more then then pulled her fingers out.

"Mitsuri, please. I was just about to cum" you whimpered from your ruined orgasm. "Come here" iguro said and lays down on the bed. "Come on. Be a good girl" Mitsuri said so sweetly but gives your ass a spank. You quickly got up and crawled onto the bed with Mitsuri following behind you.

Once you were inches away from Iguro your eyes fell down to his cock "It's still hard" you mention and kissed iguro as your habd strokes it. He kissed you back, his hand going to your boob and groping it until he pulled back "It's gonna stay hard until I fuck you, or Mitsuri but I know she's the one who wants to have you in this postion" Iguro chuckled.

You rasied your brow in confusion. This postion? You didn't follow, so you turned back to Mitsuri for her to clarify. "Oh, you want to try it now?" She asked Iguro, and he nodded. "Try what?" You asked, and Mitsuri giggled.

"y/n, please let iguro put you in a full Nelson. I want to see you spread out for me while I suck on your clit" Mitsuri smiled as you look at her in shock. "I'm not as flexible as you, Mitsuri.." you said, and your gaze was turned back to Iguro when his fingers gripped onto your chin. "You will be with my help," iguro said, "Now turn around"

You gulped and turned your body around at iguro's request. Or rather his demand. Once you were turned around and sat down, Iguro's hands sneak underneath your thighs, and you look forward to seeing Mitsuri examining your body as Iguro continues.

Iguro slowly lifts up your thighs. You feel his hands slowly reaching the back of your neck as his strong arms grab a hold on your thighs to pull them back. "Iguro!" You said his name in a mixture of a groan and a moan as you felt your thighs stratch back. "Look at that. You underestimated your own flexibility. You're perfect for this position," Iguro purs in your ear.

"You're so right, Iguro.. i love seeing y/n like this" Mitsuri said, looking at your body up exposed to her and seeing how your pussy opened up perfectly. Mitsuri licks her hand, having it fully coated in her saliva, and rubs her hand on your entrance. She then grabs Iguros cock in her hand, stroking his wet cock a few times before pressing his tip againts your wet folds and then letting Iguro push him length inside you.

You moan in relief at just the few inches but also being able to have your pussy clench down on something again. Your pretty tits bounce as Iguro wasted no time, fucking the rest of his length inside you and your pretty tits bouncing as his hips thrusts upwards. He hums in pleasure as your gummy walls suck him in and his tip repeatedly hitting your cervix "how dose it feel y/n? Don't be shy. Let Iguro know," Mitsuri said as she came closer to you and kissed your cheek and then your chin.

"S'good~" your mouth hangs open and your brows knit together as you gasped from his thick cock stretching you out. You let out a quivering moan as Mitsuri moves your long twits to the side and kisses your neck, giving you soft love bites as well as licking your neck and then feeling iguros heavy breaths hit the back of your neck. Iguro wanted to kiss your neck so badly but he bottomed out, his mouth being hung up as well as he let out a series of having breaths and deep moans.

"Oh my god.." you let out a long whine as you felt Iguro so deep inside, feeling his tip hit your cervix and feeling every vain on his cock drag in and out againts your walls. "S'good~ fuck.." you moaned and Mitsuris hands begin to play with your tits. "These nipples are so hard," Mitsuri said, arching her back as she leaned down to suck on a nipple while playing with the others between her slender fingers. "Mitsuri.." You whimper her name, and your thigh shakes in Iguros hold.

"C'mon. Moan for me" Iguro said as he thrusts upwards harder, making you let out a yelp. "Louder, louder... louder. Let anyone outside know how I'm fucking you dumb and how good your taking it" Iguro moaned as his thrusts got faster and more intense as his skin claps againts yours. "Look at that. His tip if poking through your tummy" Mitsuri said and kisses down your body until her lips stop at he bulge in your stomach. "Igurooo~!" You moan his name loudly as you look at Mitsuri and trembles as she kisses your tummy were the bulge is.

Mitsuri gose down further to your clit and gives it a soft lick. "Mitsuri!! Mitsuri- Mitsuri!" Your pussy clenched harder on Iguro's cock, making him groan as your thighs couldn't help try and shut together. Iguros strong arms had a good grip on your thighs. You couldn't shut them, and Mitsuri went in to lick your clit, making you let out a scream-ish moan. "Why are you running from it~" Iguro moaned and bites your eat lob softly.

"M'not... haa~ it's so much~" you sob as you watch Mitsuri's tounge licks your clit and then going down to lick at iguros shaft. She moans as got more of your taste of the white ring around Iguro's cock and grins in satisfaction, getting a taste of you and then sucked on his balls.

"Oh fuck- fuck...fuck..fuck" Iguro grunts, almost growling at the feeling of Mitsuri's mouth suck his balls and began to fuck you senseless, making your body jerk upwards from his brutal thrusts. You continue to let out screams on pleasure. Iguro's tip bullied your cervix repeatedly while hitting the right spots and Mitsuri's tounge going back to your clit.

Mitsuri's mouth opened. Her lips practically capturing your whole pussy in her mouth as she kisses and sucks on your clit while having her hand massage Iguros heavy balls as his cock pounds into you. Mitsuri's free hand gose underneath her as slips two fingers inside herself, moaning on your pussy and getting off to your pleasure.

"M'gonma cum!!" You bit your quivering lip with drool running down the side of your chin as you squirt in Mitsuri's mouth seconds after, screaming in pleasure. Mitsuri shut her eyes as your juices spray out on her face but continues to suck on your clit as she fingers herself faster, enjoying you being overestimated.

Iguro couldn't warn you of his orgasm. He was so caught up in feeling of your wetness and your pussy squeezing him in, it sent him into a haze, almost holding him back from pulling out fully to cum. Instead Iguro holds your shaking thighs, pulling out as much as he could but still came insde your pussy, then pulling out fully letting the rest of his cum shoot on Mitsuri's chest.

Iguro holds you as you both calm down with heavy breaths, leaving your lips. "You're lucky... I took my pills" you sigh as your head falls back as you felt his cum leak out of you. "I don't know. I think you'll look pretty with a baby in you." Iguro let out a dry chuckled and rubbed your stomach. Mitsuri did as well and licked your cum off her lips and then touched her chest dipping her fingers in Iguro's cum "sometimes I wish I could get you pregnant" Mitsuri said and licked her fingers.

"Mitsuri, stop" You grinned, bitting your lip as your pussy throbbed at her comment. Iguro, let's go and then shift your body to the side, off of him and onto the bed. Mitsuri giggles and then lays on top of you, wrapping her arms around your neck. "Don't sleep yet, ok? We have to take a bath, and then I can give you your gift, " she said and kissed your cheek.

"Gift?" You asked while rubbing her back. "Mitsuri learned how to make bonnets since you said it'd be nice if we wore bonnets with you to sleep... all three of them are pink," Iguro said as he put his arm around you, laying next to you. "IGURO!" Mitsuri whined."I wanted to tell y/n. How cruel, " She said, and you laughed at her. "Thank you, baby." You kissed her forehead and then looked at Iguro. "Stop teasing her. She's too sweet for that"

"But you do it all the time," Iguro said, smiled and leaned in to kiss you. "And I'm sorry. Just wanted to be silly," He said to Mitsuri and kissed her. "Your body is ok, right?" Iguro asked while his other hand rubs your thigh. "I'm not. I'll be sore tomorrow, but every hashira feels that way. So no difference there," you laughed, and so did they as the three of you laid in the bed for a little longer.

"By the way... Kaburamaru was watching the whole time.." you said and looked at the traumatized snake sitting at the corner of the room. "Oh.... come here, little Kaburamaru. Pspspps" Mitsuri tried to call for the snake. "I didn't even know he was there. I thought he was around my neck the whole time," Iguro said.

"....darling. next time put the snake somewhere eles when we have sex"

[akira-shima]

Iguro Obanai x female!Reader who loves flirting

Both you and iguro love flirting with each other in private ever since you started dating...but his jealousy got things a little spicy ;)

You and obanai have been dating for a while now and one thing that you've acknowledged is that he can be a little possessive when it comes to you being around other men

You were casually talking to a friend of yours when he suddenly came out of no where and glares at your friend till they leave

"Huh?! Obanai? When did you get here!"

"Just now"

"Oh..."

"..."

"..."

"Who was that guy?"

"Oh just a friend of mine"

"Why was he here? Shouldn't he be busy with his duties, I should complain about him"

"What?! Nooo it's alright! We were just talking for a while."

"It's not alright at all! He was way too close to you!"

"....you're jealous"

"What do you mean? Every boyfriend naturally gets jealous when some guy is flirting with his partner..."

You sighh "alright alright c'mere" you gently pull him into a hug

Obanai hugs you, tightly and deeply. Once he is holding you in his arms, he seems to calm down, and some of his anger disappears. He closes his eyes and breathes in the smell of your hair.

"Mine....you are mine."

"Yes im yours hehe" you giggle "you're so cute sometimes"

Obanai smiles softly at you, "Don't let me see anyone else flirting with you...alright?" ,He is jealous, but at the same time he is insecure."And you are so beautiful, I hate to see others looking at you...I don't want to share you, I just want you for me...", He says in an extremely jealous way.

You were surprised at his words and being a person with a flirty personality you decided to help his jealousy, "yea I'm yours do whatever you want with me ;)"

Obanai was taken aback from your statement even though he knew about your personality he smiles and strokes your cheek. "You know, that was a dangerous line you just said. I could think wrong things...", He says in a low, deep, seductive voice.

Hearing this you blush a little, "oh you little dirty minded snake"

Obanai chuckles, "Well, I'm not going to deny the nature of my thoughts...", He smiles at you, with his hand caressing your cheek.

"Well...I wasn't joking around when I said you can do anything with me" you smirk at him

"Anything? You are tempting me too much, my dear...", He gets closer and whispers in your ear, "I don't wish to be too vulgar, but I really wish we were alone, away from all eyes..."

You whisper back in a seducing voice, "me too..."

Hearing this, he took no time in holding your hand and leading you both to a secluded spot, where no one would see you.He looks at you hungrily and gently pins you against the wall and gets closer.

"Is this a good spot?", He whispers in your ear, "I want to show you how much you are mine..."

You blush at his words and respond with a nod without breaking eye contact

"I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you...", Obanai slowly removes his mask and bites his lower lip, showing his desire for you, "I love every bit of you...", He starts caressing your face and your hair.

All you could do was stay silent and watch him, you yourself wanted to flirt back but waited for his actions first. Your face slowly getting warmer by the minute.

"You look even more lovely when you are blushing....", He leans closer to your neck and whispers quietly, "I love biting." , He bites your earlobe.

You couldn't help but smirk at his actions

Obanai starts nibbling your ear and kisses it passionately, "Oh...you don't know how much I want to bite you everywhere..."

"Then bite me...devour me obanai...." ,you finally speak making an attempt to flirt

Obanai looks at you, with pure lust on his eyes, "I will...I will..."

He grabs you and puts you sitting on a flat rock, he gets closer and starts nibbling your cheek. He starts kissing and nibbling your neck.He whispers you lustically, "Your neck is mine...and I love it...", He says with a mischievous tone.

You found yourself taking pleasure with his every interaction, "obanai....I'm yours"

He bites your neck deeply and passionately, grabbing you tightly. He starts looking for your other sensitive spots, nibbling and licking them, with that devilish look in his eyes. "I'm gonna mark you so everyone knows you're mine.."

"Leave hickeys wherever you want so people will know I'm yours...", you smirk even in your helpless state you can't resist but flirt back

Obanai keeps nibbling your neck and starts moving towards your other sensitive spots. He stops for a moment and looks at you, with a sadistic and a devilish look in his eyes.

"I like the way you think, my dear...people should be aware you are mine...

"Y-yea...", you shiver at his gaze upon you and his words.

He laughs seductively and starts licking your collarbone, stopping to bite it and kissing it intensely, "I love your body, every single part of it...", He is so attracted to you that he is even getting a bit jealous, imagining other people touching you.

You wrap your arms around iguro and pull him into a kiss, "claim me....obanai...", you smirk at him trying your best not to moan too loud as he continues his actions

He accepts the kiss and starts kissing back passionately, claiming you with his lips. He kisses your neck, your ears and your mouth, while he starts nibbling you again.

"Hmmm...that's better...", He whispers sensually, kissing your throat.

"Why don't you go lower...." you desperately look at him in his beautiful eyes. He can sense you getting excited

"Oh...a naughty girl, huh?", He looks at you, with lust and seduction in his eyes.He bites your collarbone, "Oh....I am going to...", He looks at you, smiling slyly.

You watch him with lustful eyes as he unbuttons your uniform, you shiver feeling your chest to sudden exposure

Obanai starts nibbling your chest and your belly, while his other hand starts caressing your leg.

"Your skin...so soft...", He whispers seductively. "I love it..."

blush starts forming at his words "this skin is yours and yours only..." you didn't leave a single opportunity to call yourself his.

"Only mine...forever...", Obanai continues caressing your skin, nibbling your thigh.

"You look so good with those love bite marks...", He whispers seductively while looking at your neck."I love to see them there, people should know that your skin belongs to me..."

You thought you'd have enough of his flirting and it was your turn now for giving him heaven, "obanai....why don't I claim you too my love....?" You said trying to hide that devilish grin on your face

Obanai looks at you with a lustful glare, licking his teeth.

"Oh, is that so?...Show me how you claim me, you naughty girl..."

"Are you sure...?" You tease him

Obanai chuckles and bites his lower lip in a teasing manner. "You know how sure I am...now claim me, if you dare..."

He looks at you hungrily, as if expecting you to do it any moment. His blood boils from sheer lust and desire.

You quickly grab obanai and lay him on the floor getting on top of him and taking him by surprise from the sudden action. You ask with a smirk on you face, "are you ready babe...?"

Obanai's eyes widen and his heart starts beating faster. He is surprised but he remains in your grip.

"Oh...my...", He mumbles in a deep and sensual tone, while he places his hand on your legs."I am not resisting...because you are everything I ever desired...", He whispers while looking at you with blush slowly forming on his face

"You better not resist too....after all it's my turn to claim you now...", your eyes looking down on his body as you slowly unbutton his uniform as he breaths heavily and the sight

You look at his exposed chest with lust and slowly start caressing your fingers on his hard chest making him flinch from sudden exposure

Obanai seems to be enjoying what you are doing. He bites his lower lip as his breathing becomes heavier. "Oh...my dear...no one has ever made me feel like this...I am yours...", He whispers sensually while looking at you, feeling seduced by you.

"No you're not mine yet babe...I'm still claiming you" you can't help but enjoy his reactions to your flirts

"Of course, you are so naughty...keep going.", He lets you continue caressing his body, closing his eyes to enjoy the moment. "Show me how much you want me, my dear..."

You grin and start kissing his lips....slowly moving to his ears, jawline and his neck leaving your red lipstick kiss marks, "see...these marks claim you're mine baby....you look so hot under me rn..."

"And you look so gorgeous above me...", He says in a flirty and lustful tone. His hands start caressing your thighs, while he looks into your eyes.

"No one will ever possess you except me...you are mine, my love...mine.", He whispers while he licks his lips and grabs you tightly.

You slowly move down to his chest and leaving more red lipstick kiss marks down till you finally reach his abs

Obanai sighs of pleasure. "Oh...you are such a tease...those marks are making me yours and I love it...I want more...", He sighs seductively while looking at you, trying to stay calm but failing to do so.

His hands start caressing your body and move over your shoulders and to your hair. "So lovely..." He whispers staring at you.

You both decided to end it when you heard your friend calling out for you, you were ready to get cleaned up quickly when obanai proudly holds your hand and drags you out with lipstick marks all over him and hickeys clearly everywhere on you just to show off to your friend....

Finallyyyyy this was my first ever writing hope you liked it ;-;

[cutieeva]

Love Languages

"In name of love, all sins forgiven".

Love has always been sweet and will be sweeter when times goes. However what if that sweetness become so addictive that one can not help yet chase after it, going any length to capture, keep and bear it ? It's becomes an obsession. However in this realm, men often invoke the age-old adage: 'All is fair in love and war.' A justification for the unbridled pursuit of desire, where moral boundaries are eclipsed by the fervor of the heart.

Shall we welcome ? The once sweet endearment of love language turn into twisted offers of affections.

Snow and Rose

Warnings : Murders. Violence.

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.

Sweet peach

Warnings : Infidelity. Sexual assault. Dubious consent.

He was utterly unaware the moment she step inside his mansion, all heavenly and beautiful like ripe fruit to taste and how can he, as a man leave such a fragile beauty alone despite the ring on his finger and children for who she was even asked to come.

Forget-me-not

Warnings : Murders. Mention of rape. Violence.

His mind does not recalls well, or should he say not at all hence he is bearing hard time figuring who this woman is, poking and prodding, leaving subtle impressions on his daily routine, altered his dishes only to gain his attention however never did he thought the answer lay hidden in the very faculty that failed him— his memory.

Smile

Warnings : Murders. Violence. Kidnapping. Confinement. Dubious consent. Sexual assault.

It was not (Y/N)'s intention to ensnare the gaze of a demon when she ventured into the hallowed temple however the only person she can blame is herself along her salvation.

Coming soon.....

Deities and motals are not fit to be together let alone meant to be. However love conquers all. Or does it ?

[lyrefromthesea]

HELLLLLAAAAW THEEERRRE, LISTEN (or read), I've been thinking. THAT I LOVE UR WRITING A LOOOOT, and I've been waiting but before that, idrk if u take req rn so feel free to discard this request! anyway, back to main topic, I've been wondering how the hashira's would react to reader/their s/o, adoring their hands a lot, like i mean— obsessed with their hands, whether its holding hands in public (or privately, if the character does not really like showing affection in public), or maybe yk hold hands in bed HWGAHGAHWHS, maybe, something like soft nsfw, like with fluff! u get me? just the character, comforting their s/o when they get too tense during their sexual intercourse, andddddd more fluff if u want! thank u for taking ur time to read!!

Male Hashira x Reader - Hold my hands

author's note: my fever has killed me a few times during this post.

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: nsfw, sexual intercourse (Rengoku, Giyuu), mildly suggestive (Sanemi)

Tengen:

• who knows exactly what his hands can do to you and despite his teasing nature uses them for your comfort

• enjoys seeing you calm down because of his hands and though he doesn't want you to feel bad he certainly doesn't mind calming you down

he's been looking towards the sky for quite some time now, sitting under the tree with the person he adored most.

you were so strong, so sure of your actions-

and sometimes you felt insecure and the worry seemed to consume you. he understood it, he understood your fear of failure and the future that would follow.

that's why he had no problems consoling you when you needed it most, taking his time to sit with you in silence. words weren't needed in these times, only the comfort of his presence.

he allowed himself to glance down at you, feeling the tender touches of your fingers on his. you were strong, he didn't doubt that, but your body felt so fragile compared to his own.

the difference in the size of your hands proved it to him every single time. he knew you could protect yourself, but if you couldn't, he would be there for you.

"i think i'm feeling better." you said, your eyes finally focusing on his face instead of his hands. you had been touching and playing with his fingers for quite some time now, your hold on them decreasing.

"ya sure? you still look down." he answered, earning a hesitant nod from you. feeling your hand let go of him made him act, bringing his own hand up to the back of your head.

"i don't believe it and lying is not flashy in my eyes. let's stay a bit longer." you were quite surprised when he pressed your head against his chest, looking up at the sky again.

somehow he always knew what you needed, even when you didn't admit it. and with a gentle smile, as well as his hand running through your hair, you sunk into a deep slumber.

Obanai:

• who is surprised when he found out you were fascinated by his hands.

• someone like you adoring a feature of his? the mere thought made him blush when he was laying awake at night.

• who enjoys holding your hand just as much as you, often turning into a blushing mess.

he knew he wasn't as strong as most other hashira. he was smaller, physically weaker. of course it gave him one or two advantages, like a flexibility the tall males around him could only dream about.

yet he secretly found himself craving their strength - at least a part of it. he wouldn't complain about a bit more arm strength, but that would remain a dream of his.

the moment he found himself content with the lack of strength he possessed clearly came with you. you had been sitting next to each other, simply enjoying the time you could spend together. at least that was what he was doing, your mind had long drifted away.

he tensed up when he felt your fingers brush over his, holding his hand. your thumb brushed over his knuckles comfortingly.

he didn't dare look at you, only turning towards you when he felt you glancing, uncertainty rising inside you with his current expression. his hand reached out to you when he felt you pull away.

"i shouldn't have done that, i'm sorry." you said, trying to escape any rising feeling of shame. you just didn't expect him to hold your hand tighter.

"don't stop." he answered, his tone letting it appear much more like a quiet plead. surprise overtook you, quickly replaced by a comforting shyness.

your fingers interlocked with his once more, this time with switched positions. you felt goosebumps appear on your skin, your cheeks heating up.

"your hands are soft, [name].."

Rengoku:

• whether it's in public or at home, he enjoys holding your hand just as much as you like holding his

• however, one attractive thing he does is taking your hand after overstimulating you

"honey.." he pants, trying not to cum a second time from the way you were squeezing around him, body basically trying to milk him even in your current state.

it had started a few hours ago, when he came home from a long mission. he had missed you during his time in the snowy mountains, deciding that his arrival would be the perfect moment to show you how much he appreciates your body.

having to cum multiple times - first his fingers, then his tongue and now his cock - was just too much for your poor body.

of course Rengoku realized that, seeing you shake and tremble under him, small tears running down your flushed cheeks. you were still caught up in your orgasm, trying to even out your breathing pattern.

"it's okay, we're done. breathe, little flame." he panted, hands letting go of the sheets of your shared bed, sitting upright and looking down at you.

he didn't pull out, simply admiring your panting form laying on the bed. his hands snaked along your arms, holding your hands and pressing them into the matress.

feeling the warmth of his palm press against yours got your attention, a silent moan leaving your lips. "are you okay?" the question made you nod quietly, finally being able to register the world around you again.

"'m so sore.." you mumbled, watching the man above you laugh, squeezing your hands in response.

Sanemi:

• he absolutely loves it

• you clearly developed a liking to your hand and he's fully using that to fluster you

• taking you by surprise is his favorite

you've been standing in the kitchen, making sure all the medical herbs you've received were in their right place. you needed to make sure they're easily accessible when Sanemi came home injured.

in your concentrated state, you didn't notice the tall man approaching you slowly - lurking like a predator.

and then you shriek, feeling a slap land on your ass. out of reflex you leaned forward, your head quickly turning around to find Sanemi right behind you.

"missed me?" he teased, stepping closer until he was right behind you, hands placed on the counter on either side of you. he pressed his body against yours with a smirk, resulting in your face getting a lot warmer than before.

"Sanemi! you always do this!" you scolded him, trying to turn around from the sheer embarrassment you just faced or rather the excitement that pooled in your body.

"what can i say? can't resist you with a fine ass like that." he chuckled, letting go of the counter to squeeze your behind with his calloused fingers, earning a whine from you.

"and truthfully, i think you can't resist me either." hearing him whisper into your ear, hand traveling up your side, made you stare at the watch.

he was right, you couldn't resist him, nor could he resist you. besides, the herbs could wait for a while.

Giyuu:

• initially he was the one that liked holding your hands, it was the most simple form of physical touch he could come up with

• still a touch-starved man, WILL have his hands on you the whole time when you're making love.

• knows it gets you more exited, wouldn't judge you for it either, since he gets just as exited when he sees you

"Oh~ baby.." he gasped, head resting against the headboard of your bed. he watched you lazily bounce up and down his cock, trying to work yourself into ecstacy.

whenever you were sharing such passionate moments with each other, he could feel his fingers twitch with the need to hold onto your body - onto you.

they first slid up your thighs, holding onto your hips, guiding you to grind back against him. he loved the feeling of your warmth and he loved the reactions his hands could coax out of you.

he didn't miss out on the way your lips opened in a silent cry, begging to feel his hands run over your body, around your neck or anything else that allowed you to feel them.

and of course he'll answer.

"hold.. hold my hands.. i want to feel you.." he moans, letting go of your hips only to intertwine his fingers with yours, feeling your hips stutter.

he certainly knew how to exploit your weakness for his hands - especially since he was just as weak for you.

Gyomei:

• likes using his hands to calm you down

• they're like a security rope connecting the two of you when the situation makes uncertainty rise within you

"my dearest child, are you ready to serve as a hashira?" the soothing voice of master Kagaya usually managed to calm you down, but not today.

you sat in front of him, a private meeting being held between the two of you and a pillar of choice. naturally, you went with the one you trusted most - the stone pillar.

it would've been an honor to serve as a hashira, every demon slayer knew that, but being confronted with the choice of being one, you found yourself unsure.

the pillars were the strongest humans you had ever set your eyes on, you weren't sure if you could stand by their side.

lowering your head in shame, you were ready to decline the master's offer. however, you were stopped by the blind man next to you.

he placed a large hand on your back, the warmth seeping into your skin slowly calming you down, letting you think properly.

you weren't chosen without a reason, if the master wanted you to become a hashira, he trusted in your talent.

swallowing down your uncertainty, you nodded with little to no hesitance. "i'm ready."

next to you, still his hand on your back, Gyomei found himself smiling. if it was his presence you needed to make a decision, he'd gladly do this for you everytime.

[aghost-writer]

Wisteria

Chapter 13

This is a Yandere Demon Slayer x Female Reader Fic!

MDNI!!!

As Y/N shielded Nezuko, each Hashira was engulfed by a whirlwind of emotions, their feelings for her intertwining with their duties as Demon Slayers.

Sanemi's eyes blazed with a mix of anger and disbelief. He couldn't comprehend why she would protect a demon, especially one that posed a threat to humanity. Yet, beneath his fury, there was a flicker of possessiveness; the thought of Y/N standing between him and Nezuko stirred a primal urge to claim her as his own. She was his, and he couldn’t fathom the idea of someone else—especially a demon—being close to her.

Giyu Tomioka felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him as he observed Y/N’s defiance. She was so brave, standing up for Nezuko despite the danger. It stirred a deep admiration within him, but also jealousy. He wanted to protect her from the world, yet here she was, putting herself in harm's way. The conflicting emotions gnawed at him, and he struggled to reconcile his feelings for Y/N with the duty to uphold the slayer's code.

Kyojuro Rengoku’s heart swelled with pride for Y/N, but it was tinged with anxiety. Her willingness to protect Nezuko showed strength and kindness, qualities he admired deeply. However, a nagging fear gripped him; what if her loyalty to the demon cost her life? The thought was unbearable, and it ignited a fierce desire within him to ensure her safety, no matter the consequences.

Shinobu Kocho watched with narrowed eyes, her heart racing. Y/N was brave, perhaps foolishly so, but there was something intoxicating about her determination. It ignited a longing in Shinobu, a yearning to protect her and mold her into someone who could understand the intricacies of their world. At the same time, her instinct to keep Y/N safe warred with the need to control her feelings for the demon. 

Mitsuri Kanroji’s heart ached. She admired Y/N’s courage but felt an overwhelming sense of betrayal. “How could she choose a demon over us?” she thought, her jealousy bubbling to the surface. Mitsuri wanted Y/N to see her as a protector, someone worthy of her trust. The bond they had seemed threatened, and her heart ached at the thought of losing Y/N to a creature like Nezuko.

Gyomei Himejima's stoic demeanor masked a deep turmoil within. He felt an instinctive need to protect Y/N, but her choice made him question her judgment. “Is she truly safe with this demon?” he pondered, anxiety creeping into his heart. The conflict of wanting to shield her while also respecting her choices made him feel trapped, and he struggled to understand the best course of action.

Muichiro Tokito, in his usual detached manner, felt an unfamiliar tug of concern for Y/N. He didn’t understand why she would place herself in such a dangerous position, but the way she stood up for Nezuko stirred something within him—a desire to be closer to her. His mind raced with conflicting thoughts, a mix of admiration and confusion, and he found himself wanting to protect her, yet he couldn't fully grasp the reason why.

Obanai Iguro’s heart raced with possessiveness as he watched Y/N stand against Sanemi. How could she defend a demon? Yet, there was something captivating about her bravery. The sight of her unwavering loyalty to Nezuko ignited a possessive urge within him. He felt a burning need to claim her for himself, to prove to her that he could protect her better than anyone else.

The Master observed the scene with a weary expression. He understood Y/N’s intentions but felt a pang of disappointment. In his heart, he knew that the decision she made would only complicate matters. But he couldn’t deny the warmth she brought to the group; her courage made him hopeful for the future, even if it was clouded by doubt. He wanted to guide her but feared that his own actions might push her further away. 

Each Hashira wrestled with their emotions, feeling the weight of their feelings for Y/N clash with the harsh realities of their world. Her bravery had ignited admiration, jealousy, and a deep-seated need to protect, intertwining their fates in ways they never anticipated.

The atmosphere in the headquarters was tense, the air thick with unspoken emotions and lingering tension. The Master, observing the turmoil unfolding before him, decided it was time to take action. He stepped forward, his presence commanding attention from the gathered Hashira, and focused on Y/N.

“Y/N,” he began, his tone steady yet gentle. “Your courage is commendable, but I believe it would be best for you to take a step back from this situation.” 

A ripple of surprise washed over the Hashira. Sanemi opened his mouth to protest, but the Master raised a hand to silence him. “I assure you, nothing will happen to Nezuko or Tanjiro while you are away. Their safety is of utmost importance, and I will ensure they are protected.”

Y/N’s heart raced, uncertainty flashing across her face. “But—”

The Master continued, his gaze firm but reassuring. “You have shown great bravery today. However, it is crucial for you to prioritize your safety as well. I am sending you to the Water Estate, where you will be safe and cared for. Tanjiro will understand.”

Tanjiro’s eyes widened, the worry evident on his face. “But, Master! I can’t let her go. Y/N needs to stay here—”

“I understand your feelings, Tanjiro, but this is necessary,” the Master replied, his voice calm and authoritative. “Y/N will be safe at the Water Estate. You have enough on your plate as it is, and I don’t want any additional distractions. I promise that both Nezuko and you will be watched over.”

As the Master’s words sunk in, the Hashira exchanged glances, each of them grappling with their feelings for Y/N. There was a collective sense of concern, a mix of relief and frustration. While they understood the Master’s intentions, the thought of Y/N being separated from the current situation sparked a twinge of possessiveness within each of them.

Sanemi clenched his fists, still simmering with anger and confusion. “This isn’t the answer,” he grumbled under his breath, feeling a strong desire to protect Y/N and make his own point clear. 

Giyu felt a sense of relief wash over him, hoping that Y/N would be safe, but it was tinged with a feeling of loss. *I wish I could have kept her close,* he thought, his heart aching at the idea of her being away from the chaos. 

Mitsuri felt conflicted. *I want her to be safe, but what about my feelings?* She bit her lip, wishing she could be the one to care for Y/N at the estate, to show her the warmth and love she desired. 

“Very well,” Tanjiro finally conceded, his voice heavy with resignation. “If it’s for her safety…” He looked at Y/N, a mix of worry and love in his eyes. “I just hope she knows how much I care.”

As the Master gave the order for Y/N to be escorted to the Water Estate, she felt a pang of reluctance. “I understand, Master, but please…” She hesitated, glancing back at Tanjiro and Nezuko. “Just promise me that they’ll be okay.”

The Master nodded, his expression softening. “I promise you, Y/N. I will do everything in my power to ensure their safety.” 

With that, the Hashira watched as Y/N was escorted away, a collective sense of unease settling over them. Each of them felt the weight of her absence, their possessive instincts igniting even further as they contemplated the implications of her departure. Y/N was their light, and without her presence, the shadows of doubt and jealousy loomed larger than ever.

Hours had slipped away like grains of sand, and the sun was beginning its descent into the horizon, casting a golden hue over the landscape. Giyu returned to his estate, the familiar surroundings offering little comfort to his troubled heart. 

As he stepped through the door, a wave of emptiness washed over him. The house was silent, devoid of the warmth and laughter that usually filled it. Y/N was gone, and the absence of her presence struck him harder than he anticipated. He felt a pang of anxiety grip his chest, his mind racing with thoughts of her safety.

“Y/N?” he called out softly, his voice echoing in the stillness. But no response came, only the whisper of the wind against the walls. He made his way through the rooms, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but each step only reinforced the growing sense of dread.

After checking every corner of the estate and confirming that she was nowhere to be found, Giyu felt a surge of panic. *Where could she be?* He rushed to his crow, his heart pounding in his chest. “Go,” he instructed urgently, “alert the other Hashira. Tell them Y/N is missing from the Water Estate.” 

With a powerful flap of its wings, the crow took off into the twilight sky, leaving Giyu to wrestle with his anxiety. He paced the empty halls, anxiety clawing at his insides. What if something had happened to her? What if she was in danger? The thought of Y/N being unprotected fueled his fear, and he clenched his fists, willing himself to remain calm.

Moments felt like hours as he awaited a response. Each second stretched on, amplifying his worry. Giyu couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed to find her, to ensure she was safe. He felt responsible for her well-being, especially after the earlier confrontation. 

As he stood there, the sun dipping below the horizon, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of the world on his shoulders. Y/N was not just someone he cared for; she was a light in his life, and he couldn’t let that light dim or extinguish. 

The crow’s return brought him back to reality, landing gracefully on the wooden railing. Giyu wasted no time. “What did they say?” he demanded, his voice urgent yet steady. 

The crow cawed, relaying the message back to him. The other Hashira were already on their way, each one feeling the urgency of the situation as deeply as he did. Giyu felt a flicker of hope amidst the panic. 

“We’ll find her,” he promised himself, determination coursing through his veins. He would not rest until Y/N was back where she belonged—safe and sound, by his side.

The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving a twilight glow that danced through the trees. Y/N followed the winding path that led to the Butterfly Estate, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. She had no clear idea of what awaited her there, but her instincts told her to keep moving forward.

As she approached the estate, the soft sounds of nature surrounded her. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets calmed her nerves, if only slightly. She pushed open the wooden gate, the creak echoing through the tranquil atmosphere. The sight of the estate took her breath away; the vibrant gardens, blooming flowers, and peaceful ambiance welcomed her as if she belonged there.

Navigating through the paths lined with butterfly motifs, Y/N soon found herself heading toward the medical room. She hesitated for a moment, but then pushed the door open, stepping inside. The room was filled with the scent of herbs and medicines, a soft glow illuminating the space. Her gaze fell upon Tanjiro, seated beside two others she hadn’t met before—Zenitsu and Inosuke.

Tanjiro looked up, his face brightening at the sight of her. “Y/N!” he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with joy. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

Zenitsu’s eyes widened, a mixture of awe and envy crossing his face. “Who is she?” he blurted, leaning forward with an almost childlike curiosity.

“This is Y/N,” Tanjiro introduced proudly, his voice warm. “My wife.”

Y/N felt a slight pang of guilt at the lie, but she quickly masked it with a smile, playing along with the act. “Nice to meet you!” she said cheerfully, trying to convey a sense of familiarity. 

Inosuke, eyes wide with enthusiasm, turned to her with an exaggerated grin. “What’s your name again? It’s Y—Y-What?” he stammered, struggling to pronounce her name correctly.

“Y/N,” she clarified, a chuckle escaping her lips at Inosuke’s bluntness. 

“Y/N! Got it!” Inosuke shouted, pumping a fist in the air. “You’re Tanjiro’s wife, huh? He doesn’t look like he deserves a wife as pretty as you!”

Zenitsu’s face fell, jealousy brewing beneath his surface. “Wait, what? Tanjiro has a wife?” he exclaimed, his tone a mix of disbelief and indignation. “No fair! How come I didn’t know about this? I mean, I thought I was the best-looking one here!”

Y/N’s laughter rang through the room as she watched the scene unfold. “Well, Tanjiro is pretty special,” she replied, glancing at him with a warm smile. “But thank you, Zenitsu. I appreciate that.”

Inosuke scowled at Zenitsu. “You’re just mad ‘cause she likes Tanjiro better! You always get mad when someone’s better than you!”

Zenitsu shot Inosuke a glare. “It’s not that! I just… I thought I was the most charming, you know?” He turned to Y/N, trying to win her over with a dramatic expression. “So, how did Tanjiro manage to snag someone like you? Did he use some secret technique?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, suppressing her amusement. “I think he just has a really kind heart,” she replied, glancing at Tanjiro, who was visibly blushing. “And a strong will. That’s what drew me to him.”

Tanjiro’s face turned a deeper shade of red, and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I—I just do my best to protect the people I care about,” he said, his voice soft.

As Zenitsu continued to grumble and Inosuke distracted himself with a nearby butterfly, Y/N felt a sense of comfort in the chaos. Even if it was all a facade, in that moment, she felt a little less alone. In the presence of new friends, she found a fleeting sense of belonging, even as thoughts of her true identity lingered at the back of her mind.

As laughter and banter filled the medical room, Y/N felt a warmth spreading through her. It was a welcome change from the tension she had been experiencing. But before she could settle into the moment, the door swung open abruptly, and Giyuu stepped inside.

His presence immediately shifted the atmosphere in the room. The easygoing laughter fell silent as everyone turned their attention to the Water Hashira. Giyuu’s expression was serious, his brows furrowed with concern as he scanned the room and landed on Y/N.

“Y/N,” he called, his voice steady yet urgent. “We need to go.”

Y/N’s heart sank at the authoritative tone. “Go? Why? What’s wrong?” she asked, the warmth dissipating rapidly.

Giyuu took a step closer, his gaze unwavering. “It’s the Master’s orders. He wants you back at the Water Estate.”

Tanjiro frowned, glancing between Y/N and Giyuu. “But she just got here! Can’t she stay a little longer?” he protested, his tone pleading.

Zenitsu’s eyes widened, a spark of protectiveness igniting within him. “Yeah! She just arrived! You can’t take her away like this!” he added, standing up as if to block Giyuu’s path.

Inosuke nodded vigorously, his attention shifting from Y/N to Giyuu, clearly feeling the tension. “Yeah! Who are you to just swoop in and take her?” he exclaimed, puffing out his chest.

Giyuu’s gaze hardened, though it softened slightly as he regarded Y/N. “I’m sorry,” he said, almost reluctantly. “But it’s for your safety. The Master is worried about you, and so am I.”

Y/N felt a mix of emotions swirling within her—disappointment at being pulled away from Tanjiro and the others, but also a twinge of fear at Giyuu’s serious demeanor. “What’s going on? Is it Nezuko?” she asked, searching Giyuu’s face for answers.

“No, it’s not Nezuko,” Giyuu assured her, though the tension in his expression did not fully ease. “But there are matters that need your attention at the Water Estate. It’s best if we leave now.”

Y/N’s heart raced. She glanced at Tanjiro, who wore an expression of concern, his brows furrowing together. “I’ll come back, I promise!” she called out, trying to reassure him. 

“Please be careful!” Tanjiro replied, his voice filled with worry. Zenitsu and Inosuke echoed similar sentiments, their expressions a mix of anger and confusion at Giyuu’s sudden arrival.

With one final look at her new friends, Y/N felt the weight of Giyuu’s determination pull her away. He reached out, taking her arm gently but firmly, guiding her toward the door. As they stepped out into the cool evening air, she felt a chill run down her spine, not entirely from the temperature but from the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

“Let’s go,” Giyuu said, his tone softening just a fraction. “You’ll be safe at the estate.”

Y/N nodded, but as she walked alongside him, her thoughts drifted back to the warmth and laughter of the Butterfly Estate, and the fleeting connection she had made with Tanjiro and the others. Would she be able to return to that? Or was this the last she would see of them for a while?

As Giyuu led Y/N through the Water Estate, the atmosphere shifted from tense and urgent to serene. The sound of gently flowing water echoed in the corridors, and the scent of fresh tatami mats filled the air. Y/N felt a mix of anxiety and curiosity as they approached a door at the end of the hall.

“This is it,” Giyuu said, pushing the door open to reveal a spacious room filled with a stunning array of fabrics, sewing supplies, and crafts. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the materials that filled the shelves—bolts of fabric in rich colors, rolls of intricate patterns, and boxes overflowing with threads and needles.

Y/N’s eyes widened in amazement. “Wow! This is incredible!” She stepped inside, taking in the vibrant colors and the organized chaos of creative potential. “You did this for me?”

Giyuu nodded, his expression softening. “I wanted you to have a space where you can create and relax. The Master thought it would help ease the tension you’ve been under.” He paused, his gaze thoughtful. “You can do whatever you want in here—sew, design, or just spend time with your thoughts. It’s yours.”

Y/N felt a surge of gratitude. “Thank you, Giyuu. This means a lot to me.” She stepped further into the room, running her fingers over the different fabrics. The textures and colors inspired her, stirring her creativity that had been stifled in the chaos of recent events.

“I know you’ve been through a lot,” Giyuu said, his voice low and steady. “I want you to feel safe and happy here.”

“I will,” she promised, turning to face him with a bright smile. “I’ll make the most of it. I’ve always wanted a space like this.” 

Giyuu nodded, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes. “Just… try not to forget that we’re still in a dangerous situation. The Master wants you to focus on your safety.”

Y/N’s expression softened. “I will. But I also want to use this time to create something beautiful, something that reminds me of home.” 

Giyuu’s lips twitched slightly at the corners, almost a smile. “That’s a good idea. And if you need anything, I’ll be nearby.” 

“Okay. I’ll be sure to let you know if I need anything,” Y/N replied, the warmth of the room wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. 

As Giyuu turned to leave, Y/N felt a mix of excitement and nervousness at the prospect of having her own creative space. She knew that this room represented a fresh start, a chance to channel her emotions into something tangible, even as uncertainties loomed around her. The thought of being able to create something that could connect her to the memories of her life and the friends she had made ignited a spark within her. 

“Giyuu!” she called out before he could leave, and he turned to look at her. “Thank you again. I really appreciate this.” 

He nodded, a hint of warmth in his gaze. “Just take care of yourself, Y/N. That’s all that matters.” 

With that, he left the room, and Y/N was left alone, surrounded by a world of color and texture, ready to pour her heart into her creations.

Days passed, and Y/N found herself ensconced in the colorful haven of her new room, surrounded by fabric and thread. The initial excitement of having her own creative space had faded, leaving behind a deep sense of isolation. Letters from the Hashira began to trickle in, each one adorned with elegant handwriting and urgent tones, yet Y/N chose to ignore them all. They sat piled on her desk, their words unacknowledged, a stark reminder of the chasm that had opened between her and those she once thought would protect her.

The whispers among the Demon Slayers were insistent and unyielding, like the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore. “Did you hear? Y/N hasn’t even read the letters from the Hashira,” one slayer said, glancing over their shoulder as if the very mention of her name might summon her presence. “I heard she only listens to the Water Hashira now.”

Another voice chimed in, laced with disbelief. “Tanjiro visits her every evening for dinner. He’s devoted, they say. But what about the rest of us? We’re her comrades too.”

The murmurs echoed in the halls of the estate, a mixture of envy and intrigue that swirled around like the mist that hung low over the mountains. Y/N could feel their eyes on her, their judgments resting heavily in the air. Each day, she watched as Tanjiro came to her door, his face lighting up with joy as he presented her with a carefully prepared meal. He would sit with her, his laughter filling the room, as he shared stories of his day, always careful to avoid the tension surrounding her relationship with the Hashira.

“Y/N, I know things have been rough,” he said one evening, his gaze sincere as he watched her pick at her food. “But I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you.” 

Y/N smiled faintly, her heart a mixture of warmth and sadness. She appreciated his kindness, but each meal was a reminder of the distance she felt from the others. It wasn’t just their letters she was ignoring; it was the expectations, the weight of their eyes watching her every move, the silent judgment that lingered like an unwanted guest. 

She often found herself staring out the window, the world beyond filled with colors and sounds, yet she felt trapped within the confines of her own thoughts. The whispers continued to circulate, echoing off the walls like a persistent breeze. “What could have driven her to cut ties with them?” they wondered, their speculation weaving a web of rumors. “Has the Water Hashira cast a spell on her?”

As Tanjiro devoted himself to her, bringing joy and laughter, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of being observed. She saw the way the other slayers would glance her way when she walked through the estate, the way their voices hushed when she approached, the envy etched into their expressions. She could feel their desire to be near her, to draw her back into their circle, but she was resolute in her choice to keep them at arm's length.

“Y/N, you’re so talented,” Tanjiro said one evening as they shared dinner, admiration evident in his voice. “You should show the others what you’ve made. I’m sure they’d love to see it.” 

The thought sent a wave of irritation through her. “Why should I? They don’t care about me.” 

Tanjiro’s expression faltered, and for a moment, uncertainty flickered in his eyes. “That’s not true,” he insisted gently. “They’re just worried. They want to help you.” 

Y/N shook her head, feeling her defenses rise. “Help? They didn’t even consider how I might feel. They expect me to just fall in line.” 

His eyes softened, a hint of sadness creeping in as he watched her frustration. “You’re right. But I’ll always stand by you, no matter what. Just know that.” 

As he spoke, the weight of the letters she had ignored pressed heavily on her mind. She looked at Tanjiro, the devotion in his gaze making her heart swell, but also reminding her of the others. They were all capable fighters, warriors who had once fought side by side with her, yet now she felt isolated from them.

The rumors persisted, wrapping around her like a vine, growing thicker and stronger with each passing day. And as Y/N continued to ignore the letters, each one felt like a piece of a puzzle that had been discarded, a reminder of the bonds that had begun to fray in her absence. She wondered if she would ever feel whole again, or if she was destined to remain in this limbo, surrounded by the one person who stood firmly by her side, while the others faded into mere whispers of the past.

A month passed in a haze of repetitive days, each blending into the next as Y/N continued to make the Water Estate her sanctuary. The vibrant fabrics she had surrounded herself with felt like a barrier against the outside world, a soft cocoon that kept her from facing the Hashira who had once been her allies. Tanjiro remained a constant presence, bringing her meals and companionship, but as the days turned into weeks, Y/N’s heart hardened with unresolved resentment.

Today marked Mitsuri Kanroji’s turn to watch over her, and Y/N felt a pang of unease in the pit of her stomach as she heard her footsteps approaching. Mitsuri always seemed to exude a kind of warmth and enthusiasm that was hard to ignore, but Y/N’s current mood dulled any desire for conversation. As Mitsuri entered the room, her eyes sparkled with excitement, but Y/N could only muster a curt nod in response.

“Y/N! It’s so nice to see you!” Mitsuri exclaimed, her cheerful demeanor unwavering. “I thought we could have some fun today! I’d love to take you to the Love Estate! You’ll love it there!” 

Y/N turned her gaze to the window, where the sun bathed the world outside in a golden light. “I’m not interested,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Mitsuri’s smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered, taking a step closer. “But it would be so nice to get out and enjoy the fresh air! I promise, I won’t mention anyone else, just you and me!”

Y/N clenched her fists at her sides, the weight of the past month flooding back. “You don’t understand. I don’t want to see any of them. I just want to be left alone.” 

The hurt in Mitsuri’s eyes made Y/N feel a flicker of guilt, but she pushed it aside. She didn’t want pity; she wanted to be free of the expectations that weighed heavily on her shoulders. 

“Please, Y/N,” Mitsuri pleaded, her voice softening. “I care about you, and I just want to help you. It’s not healthy to stay cooped up like this.” 

Y/N turned away, her heart pounding with frustration. “I said no, Mitsuri.” 

Mitsuri’s expression shifted from concern to determination. “I’m sorry, but I can’t let you stay here like this. You need to come with me.” 

Before Y/N could react, Mitsuri stepped forward and gently grabbed her arm. Y/N instinctively pulled away, but Mitsuri’s grip tightened, a surprising strength behind her delicate frame. “I know you’re upset, but you can’t hide away forever. Just give it a chance!” 

With a sudden surge of adrenaline, Mitsuri lifted Y/N off her feet, causing her to gasp in surprise. “Mitsuri, no!” Y/N protested, struggling against the unexpected force. 

The Love Hashira remained unfazed, her determination only strengthening. “I won’t hurt you, I promise! Just trust me!” 

In an instant, Mitsuri carried Y/N out of the Water Estate, ignoring her protests and resistance. The world outside seemed to blur as Y/N was taken further away from her sanctuary, her heart racing with a mixture of anger and desperation. She felt like a prisoner, helpless against Mitsuri’s unwavering resolve.

The two made their way toward the Love Estate, Y/N’s mind racing with thoughts of rebellion. She wanted to scream, to fight back, but the sheer strength of Mitsuri left her feeling powerless. As they neared the entrance, Y/N’s heart sank at the thought of being thrust back into a world she had worked so hard to distance herself from.

Meanwhile, Mitsuri’s thoughts swirled with a mix of determination and affection. *I know you’re hurting, Y/N, but I can help you. I can be the one to take care of you, to show you how much you’re loved!*

As they reached the Love Estate, Mitsuri finally set Y/N down, but the tension lingered in the air. Y/N glared up at Mitsuri, her heart racing with resentment. “You can’t just force me like this! I don’t want any of it!” 

Mitsuri stepped back, her heart aching for the girl she cared about so deeply. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I just want to help you. You don’t have to go through this alone.” 

Y/N clenched her fists, feeling the tears of frustration prick at her eyes. “Help? You call this help?” 

“I promise it’s for the best,” Mitsuri insisted, her voice softening. “Just give me a chance.” 

As Y/N stood in the entryway of the Love Estate, the weight of her choices pressed down on her. She felt cornered, both by the Hashira and her own emotions, the storm of resentment and hurt swirling within her like a tempest. Maybe—a small voice whispered in her mind—maybe this could be a chance to escape the pain of the past. But another part of her fought back, determined to resist the bonds they were trying to place around her once more. 

As Y/N stood in the entryway of the Love Estate, a surge of emotions swirled within her, battling against her resolve. She glanced at Mitsuri, whose eyes brimmed with concern and determination. In that moment, Y/N realized that simply ignoring Mitsuri wouldn’t work; she needed a different approach. 

Taking a deep breath, she let her shoulders sag and tilted her head down, allowing her hair to fall over her face. She allowed the vulnerability to seep into her posture, transforming her from a defiant spirit into a fragile girl who had been abandoned. “I… I just wanted to be left alone,” she murmured, her voice trembling slightly as she played the part of the hurt and lonely girl. 

Mitsuri’s expression softened further, her heart aching at the sight of Y/N’s feigned weakness. “Oh, Y/N…” she said softly, stepping closer. “You don’t have to feel this way. I care about you so much! I can’t bear to see you like this.” 

Y/N kept her gaze downcast, pretending to fight back tears. “Everyone else just left me. They don’t care. I thought they were my friends,” she whispered, her voice cracking. 

Mitsuri’s heart broke at the sight of Y/N’s act. “That’s not true! I’m here for you. You don’t have to feel abandoned. You have me, and I promise to take care of you.” 

Y/N looked up, her eyes glistening with faux sadness. “But why? Why me? I’m not special. I’m just someone they didn’t want anymore.” 

Mitsuri’s resolve to protect and cherish Y/N only deepened. “You are special! You’re so strong, and you deserve to be loved! I know the others have made mistakes, but I will never abandon you. I promise!” 

Y/N took a shaky breath, her act drawing Mitsuri in deeper. “I don’t want to be hurt again. I don’t know if I can trust anyone.” 

“Trust me, please,” Mitsuri urged, her voice filled with sincerity. “I’m here for you. You don’t have to go through this alone. You have me, and I will always be by your side.” 

Y/N played the role of the abandoned girl to perfection, allowing a tear to slip down her cheek as she clutched her hands to her chest. “It hurts so much… to think that they don’t care…” 

Mitsuri reached out, gently wiping the tear away with her thumb. “I care, Y/N. I really do. Let me show you that you’re not alone. We can go back to the love Estate together, and I’ll make sure you feel loved and supported.” 

With each word, Mitsuri unknowingly reinforced Y/N’s façade, convincing herself that she was the only one who could provide the care and attention Y/N so desperately needed. Y/N felt a flicker of triumph within her; the plan was working. 

She nodded slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Okay… if you promise you won’t let them hurt me again…” 

“I promise, Y/N! I’ll protect you,” Mitsuri declared, determination flashing in her eyes. “You’re safe with me.” 

As they walked further into the Love Estate, Y/N felt a rush of satisfaction at how easily Mitsuri had fallen into her trap. By playing the role of the fragile girl abandoned by those she once considered friends, Y/N had managed to position Mitsuri as her sole ally. The other Hashira might have believed they could keep her in check, but now, she would turn their intentions against them, keeping her true feelings hidden while using Mitsuri’s compassion to her advantage. 

Let them think they care, Y/N thought, her heart cold yet steely with determination. I’ll show them just how wrong they are.

[kurokawaia]

❛ HIS SUBMISSIVE ❜

Nakahara Chuuya X Fem!Reader

WC; 1.7k + | !MDNI! | TW/CW :: x fem reader, piv, overstimulation, no protection, prone bone, cumming inside, be safe pls wrap bf u tap, use of plugs, teasing, pet names -> good girl, love, my good girl and prolly more, chuu being chuu + more

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) Hi, I was the one who sent the Chuuya or Obanai x Submissive reader and what I meant by that was that the reader would always do what they said and go along with them in a good way for like... s*x and stuff. Just always doing what wanted... sorry if that doesn't make sense!! - ANON

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Yokohama. It wasn't a place unfamiliar to you; it was the place where your man worked! But not being an ability user and being quite timid and sweet, this wasn't the best place for a girl like you to be lingering around. You were walking beside Chuuya, his steps falling in perfect sync despite his fast walking pace-you tried your best to keep up.

His hand possessively sat on your lower back, moving you through busy streets so his pretty darling wouldn't get lost in the crowd-unfortunately. He needs you with him, though he doesn't say it most of the time. Of course, you follow him around anyway, mostly listening to every request that falls from his lips.

You had been on a date with Chuuya, until he got an emergency call from his boss that there was some sort of threat that only he could eliminate. 

Lies, of course. Mori just enjoyed giving him a hard time when he was spending downtime with you.

Undeniably, it had been confidence in the quick thinking Chuuya seemed to place you as the safest woman in the world. You probably doubt being as free as you want because there is a man present to do all the work for you, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Stick close to me," Chuuya said in quite a harsh tone that almost made you flinch, but you managed to push it down, knowing it was only because he was pissed off with Mori.

But somehow, his words and tone reassured you; you knew he loved you and cared about you deeply, especially when he loves spending time with you. But he was reassuring you too-he knows that you would fall into danger if you were too far away from him. You had a special role tonight-you were helping him with a mission to which you agreed way too quickly.

You can't refuse him.

There were no words needed, no need to describe just how obedient you were; it was a well-spoken action from both of your sides.

The two of you then walked into a dark warehouse. Chuuya's eyes raked the area, checking every corner of the room for something that could hurt you. You watched his every movement, and your trust in him couldn't be stronger.

It was Chuuya's voice that now cut through the silence. "We're dealing with a group that's trying to disrupt our operation. They're likely armed and dangerous. We need to be ready for anything."

You took a deep breath, readjusting your bag strap across your shoulder-an assemblage of gadgets and tools that you both might want, but for the most part, it was lip gloss and nothing else that filled ninety per cent of your bag, lip gloss.

He turned to you, his expression serious, but he softened when he saw the fear in your eyes. "I want you to stay behind me and keep an eye on our six. If anything goes wrong, I need you to just trust me, 'kay, and follow my lead. Can you do that?"

"Ok," you said, voice firm while your veins had trekked fear.

You stepped back a little, positioning yourself as instructed. There were no words to spell out the trust that existed between you and Chuuya. You were his shadow, his support. He was your anchor; he gave you the security and courage you needed.

There was abruptly a burst of gunfire across the warehouse. Without warning, Chuuya's instincts kicked in, tugging you behind a stack of crates for cover. You pressed close to him, your bodies generating a warm heat against each other.

"We need to move," he told you in a low urgent voice. "Follow my lead and stay down."

You nodded, and your eyes met in a mutual agreement. He strode forward, and you followed after him, your senses on high alert, every nerve strung taut. Chuuya's movements flowed with a grace and deadliness as he began his dance with the opponent. You moved with him, every action mirroring his in turn, lending backup where it was needed and watching his back.

Chuuya turned to you, his breathing heavy. He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Good job. You kept focused and followed through perfectly."

You smiled up at him relief in your eyes. "I wouldn't have been able to do it without you."

He gave a small, approving nod. "That's what I'm here for. But it's nice to know you trust me enough to follow my lead. It makes everything a lot easier."

Chuuya pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. The danger had passed and now it was just the two of you, standing together amongst the. dead people on the floor, how romantic.

"You're amazing, do you know that?" Chuuya said now, softer and full of sincerity. "I don't say it enough, but I really appreciate everything you do."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned further into him. "I'm just glad I can be here with you, doing what I can to help."

Chuuya's expression softened even more. "And I'm glad to have you by my side. It means more than you know."

And that's how you ended up beneath Chuuya, like always, him praising every minuscule part of your body. Although... that didn't mean he wasn't so mean to you.

Your breath was ragged as Chuuya's throbbing cock is nudged so deeply in your spongey walls. His length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Chuuya's length nudged the deepest spot within you.

"Look how you take me in," Chuuya grunts. "Such a good little girl, my girl." 

You sigh in pleasure at the degradative praise, he knew that you loved to be worshipped in an abasement way, you savoured his words struck him so deeply. In a way he never wanted to call you anything else.

But he didn't move, he wanted to relish in on how you desired to cause friction, desired to move against his touch, but couldn't. Chuuya's cock, prodded so deep in your gummy walls that you whimpered in pleasure, but that didn't stop him from not moving. He was still snug inside.

Hot and heavy kisses trail down from your ear down to the dip of your neck to shoulder and a breathless sigh escaped your parted lips before Chuuya rolled his hips into yours. A moan slips out of your mouth, his thick length scraping all the sensitive parts of your warm insides.

Chuuya's knees spread your legs apart so that any advances from you ensured that they would be shut down, so that you remained situated below him, your pretty body that paled in comparison to his big frame. As he expected, you couldn't move from his trapping embrace.

His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of my needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Chuuya was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Chuuya was filling me up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in my cunt that caused me to scream out in fulfilment. "I know baby, I'm listening," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure. "Found it haven't I?" Chuuya smirked.

Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Chuuya's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot. 

"Y-yeah," you sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "B-but... Too much, 'Chuu. Slow down, too much."

"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, how contradicting he thought your words were, you were denying your body the release that you so desperately needed. "Looks like your pussy is saying something else," Chuuya added.

Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't, his weight was too heavy for you to move against him, and you were utterly hopeless as his thrusts became faster.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. "So big, you feel so big, Chuuya."

Your body trembled beneath him and the hold he had on your hands loosened. Your hips were getting held, then, the strength he possessed lifted you onto your knees before a bicep wrapped around your throat, lifting your head. It wasn't a tight grip but the power lifted your head from the futon while you shakily rested your weight on your elbows.

Your back arched heavily, finally being able to sink more into him. Chuuya hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans. "Good girl, taking me so deep," Chuuya groaned, pulling away from your mouth and pushing this arch into your back deeper.

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate. "Such a good girl," He leaned down and mumbled in my ear chased with a deep moan that stirred my insides clenching around his length. "C'mon, how much you want it?" Chuuya rasps in your ear.

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head. "Please, please, please."

"Yeah?" Chuuya replies groans interrupting his speech, but it made his stomach and balls tighten, wanting to fill up your cunt with his seed.

"Please, I wanna come," you moan.

"Go ahead," he growled and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was. His thrusts didn't slow causing you to whimper in overstimulation, but Chuuya helped it, his hips continuing to rut into mine, helping me ride out my orgasm as he chased his own.

With a groan, his lips planted against mine once again as his hips slammed into mine, hard, his cum spilling inside me causing me to moan into his kiss. Chuuya slipped his softening length out, and pulled away from the kiss as you slumped to the bed, his eyes chained to the white splotches of silky come that spilled from your gaping cunt.

"Aren't ya' so cute," Chuuya teases, pushing his fingers into your cunt, causing you to lurch forward.

"Chuu!" you wimper out.

"Shhhh, my sweet," he coos before you felt something cold and big slid into your cunt. "Gonna make sure none of me slips out of you."

"What are you doing?" you whimpered out.

"Making sure you're all plugged up," Chuuya mumbles agasint the shell of your ear.

You huffed. "Didn't even ask me."

"You would've said yes either way, love. You can't say no to me."

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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[gothicxreylover]

I have a request for you. Yandere hashira plus Aoi kanoa and the wives with a jurogumo reader who is very confused and concerned as to why a human would ever be attracted to them. Please and thank you

Yandere Hashira + Aoi, Kanao, and Uzui’s Wives x Jorōgumo!Reader

(A gender-neutral Jorōgumo Reader who is utterly confused as to why these humans are so obsessed with them.)

Jorōgumo are creatures of legend, spoken of in fearful whispers. Humans know to avoid them—to fear the golden-eyed spiders that take the form of beautiful beings, luring prey into their silken webs.

So why, in the name of all things unholy, were these humans—these Demon Slayers—completely infatuated with you?

Giyuu Tomioka

• Giyuu is quiet in his obsession, watching you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl.

• He does not fear you. He does not hesitate around you. Instead, he lingers—never too far, never quite leaving you alone.

• If you try to run, he finds you. If you try to push him away, he does not move. He simply watches, as if waiting for the moment you’ll realize that escape is impossible.

Scenario:

Giyuu sat on the wooden floor of your secluded home, silent as always. The dim candlelight flickered against the strands of silk hanging from the ceiling, the woven threads casting eerie shadows across the room.

You stared at him. He stared back, unblinking.

“You should be afraid of me,” you said, breaking the silence.

“I’m not.”

You frowned. “You should be.”

His expression did not change, but his dark blue eyes flickered with something unreadable. Slowly, he reached out, fingers brushing against a stray strand of your silk. His touch was delicate, reverent.

“It’s beautiful,” he murmured, barely above a whisper. Then, his gaze met yours, unwavering. “Just like you.”

Your stomach twisted in unease. Why… why did his voice sound so sure?

Before you could move, he gently tugged the silk thread—your thread—winding it around his fingers like a tether. “I won’t leave,” he said simply, “so stop trying to push me away.”

Something about the way he said it made you feel like you weren’t the predator anymore.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

• Sanemi is obsessed with your strength. The first time he saw you fight, something inside him snapped—he needed you.

• He is not afraid of your fangs, your claws, your silk. If anything, he loves the danger. He wants to test it, push you to your limits.

• He’s not subtle. He doesn’t pretend to be gentle. His love is violent, possessive, uncontrollable. You are his, and he will carve that truth into anyone who dares to think otherwise.

Scenario:

“Let me go, you lunatic.”

Sanemi only grinned, utterly unfazed as he pulled against the silk binding his wrists. He had stormed into your territory, all rage and threats, only to get himself ensnared in your web like an idiot.

Yet, despite his predicament, his pale eyes glowed with exhilaration. “Tch, you really think this’ll hold me?” He bared his teeth, muscles tensing. “You’re strong… fuck, you’re strong.”

You crossed your arms. “You’re insane.”

His grin widened. “Damn right I am.” Then, with an unexpected surge of strength, he tore one of the silk threads, snapping it loose with sheer force.

In an instant, he lunged—too fast, too reckless. Your breath hitched as he pinned you, one arm still tangled in silk, the other gripping your wrist. His face was close, too close, breath hot against your skin.

“You can trap me all you want, spider,” he murmured, voice thick with something dangerous. His fingers dug into your skin, a silent promise. “But I’ll always come back for you.”

Your pulse pounded. He was smiling like he had won.

…And you weren’t sure if he was wrong.

Obanai Iguro

• Obanai finds your inhuman features mesmerizing. Your fangs, your extra limbs, the way your silk gleams in the moonlight—it’s all perfect to him.

• He believes you belong to him. If others fear you, good. That means they won’t try to take what’s his.

• He doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t need to. His control is subtle, his love smothering. He weaves his own form of entrapment around you, ensuring you’ll never even think about leaving.

Scenario:

Obanai traced his fingers along one of your silk strands, his pet snake, Kaburamaru, slithering over his shoulder.

“This thread,” he murmured, “is strong.”

You tensed, watching him carefully. He had been far too calm since entering your space, eyes flicking between the strands of silk you had woven throughout the room.

“You’re not supposed to be this interested in me,” you said cautiously.

Obanai chuckled softly, turning his gaze toward you. His mismatched eyes gleamed in the dim light. “Oh, but I am.”

Something in his tone made the hairs on the back of your neck rise.

Then, with deliberate ease, he reached for another silk thread—one of the ones attached to you—and gently tugged.

A slow, eerie smile spread across his lips. “And I always get what I want.”

Your stomach dropped.

Uzui Tengen & His Wives

• Tengen finds you fascinating—a supernatural being with a dangerous allure? You fit his flashy aesthetic perfectly.

• His wives adore you in different ways. Makio pretends to be annoyed by you but secretly admires your abilities. Suma is infatuated, constantly throwing herself into your arms. Hinatsuru? She’s the most dangerous—she subtly ensures you remain tied to them, wrapped up in their love.

• Escape? Impossible. You’ve been claimed.

Scenario:

“Tch, stop moving. I’m trying to tie this properly,” Makio huffed, adjusting the silk outfit you had woven for her.

You frowned. “You know, humans usually run when they see a Jorōgumo, not beg for custom-made clothing.”

Suma gasped dramatically and threw herself at you. “But why would we ever run from you?! You’re so cool! And soft! And—”

Hinatsuru chuckled, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I think what they mean to say is… you’re one of us now.”

Your chest tightened. “…What?”

Tengen smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist. “That’s right. And we don’t let go of what’s ours.”

A chill ran down your spine.

The way they looked at you… it wasn’t human.

And for the first time, you—the predator, the hunter—felt like the one trapped in a web.

Rengoku Kyojuro

• Rengoku’s passion is blazing, all-consuming, and unshakable. He fell for you the moment he saw you in battle, utterly captivated by your strength.

• To him, you are not a monster. You are a being of great power, someone destined to stand beside him.

• He is relentless. If you push him away, he only laughs. If you try to leave, he follows. His devotion is unbreakable, his obsession inescapable.

Scenario:

“You are magnificent!” Rengoku’s voice boomed through the dense forest, his fiery eyes gleaming with admiration.

You stared at him, baffled. “I… tried to kill you.”

He laughed.

“Indeed, you did! And what a spectacular battle it was!” He stepped closer, unwavering. “Your strength is unmatched! Your abilities—your silk—your sheer presence! I have never seen such beauty!”

Your fangs twitched in irritation. “You should be running.”

“Why would I run from my future spouse?”

You choked on air. “WHAT?!”

Rengoku only smiled wider, eyes blazing with certainty. “Fret not! I shall court you properly! I will ensure you see the honor in standing by my side!”

You took a step back. “That’s… not necessary—”

“NONSENSE!” His grip was suddenly firm on your wrist, his warmth seeping into your skin. “I have already decided! My heart is yours, and I shall prove it!”

Your stomach dropped.

Oh no. He was serious.

Muichiro Tokito

• Muichiro’s obsession is quiet, suffocating, absolute.

• He forgets nothing about you—every movement, every word, every thread of silk you leave behind.

• He does not ask for your attention. He simply takes it. No matter where you go, you will find him watching, waiting, knowing you can never truly be free of him.

Scenario:

A shiver crawled down your spine as you entered your home.

Something was off.

The air was still. The moonlight flickered through the cracks, illuminating the soft silk threads strung across the walls. You knew you were alone—had been alone when you left. And yet…

A presence lingered.

“You’re back,” a soft voice murmured.

You whipped around—and there he was.

Muichiro sat comfortably in the corner of your web, fingers idly twisting a strand of silk around his wrist. His misty teal eyes were locked onto you, unblinking.

Your chest tightened. “How long have you been here?”

A pause. Then, with unnerving honesty, he answered, “Since you left.”

Your blood turned cold.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

He tilted his head, fingers tightening around your silk. “But I belong here.”

The words sent a chill through you.

“I won’t leave,” he whispered, voice softer than the wind. “Not unless you take me with you.”

Your own web suddenly felt like a trap.

Mitsuri Kanroji

• Mitsuri’s love is overwhelming—warm, clingy, and inescapable.

• She adores everything about you—your extra limbs, your fangs, even the way your silk traps things. “Your abilities are so amazing, Y/N-chan! You’re the coolest person ever!”

• She does not understand fear when it comes to you. The world might call you a monster, but to her? You are perfect.

Scenario:

“Ahhh~! Your silk is so soft!” Mitsuri squealed, wrapping the threads around her fingers like a lovestruck maiden.

You watched in horrified fascination as she tangled herself further, giggling happily.

“… You do realize that’s meant to trap prey, right?”

She beamed at you. “I know! But it’s so warm and cozy!”

You resisted the urge to bash your head against the wall.

“Mitsuri,” you sighed, pulling at the silk to release her. “You should be afraid of me.”

She pouted. “But I don’t want to be! I love you too much to be afraid!”

Your breath caught.

Mitsuri blinked—then gasped dramatically. “Oh no! I didn’t mean to confess like that! I was going to make it super romantic!” She suddenly grabbed your hands, eyes sparkling. “But it’s okay! We can start dating now, right?!”

You froze. “What—? No, that’s not—”

“Ohhhh, I’m so happy! You and me together, forever and ever!”

You gulped as she wrapped her arms around you, squeezing just a little too tight.

You had a sinking feeling she meant it.

Shinobu Kocho

• Shinobu’s obsession is deadly—poisoned honey, a soft smile hiding something dangerous.

• She knows exactly what you are. And she does not care. “A monster? Oh my, I think you mean my darling.”

• She is always one step ahead. You think you are trapping her, but in truth, she has already ensnared you.

Scenario:

You kept your eyes on Shinobu as she gracefully poured tea, her ever-present smile curling at the edges.

“You seem nervous, my dear,” she mused, her soft voice laced with amusement.

“I should be,” you muttered, not touching the cup in front of you.

Shinobu tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Oh? And why is that?”

You swallowed. “Because humans don’t love creatures like me.”

She set the teapot down, leaning in, her violet eyes glinting. “You’re right,” she said sweetly. “Most wouldn’t.”

Your stomach twisted.

“But lucky for you,” she whispered, her fingers brushing against yours, “I am not most people.”

The air between you thickened, your silk suddenly feeling too fragile under her touch.

“You’ll come to love me too, won’t you?” she mused, lifting her cup to her lips.

The way she said it…

It wasn’t a question.

Final Thoughts:

You thought humans feared monsters. You thought they would run, would scream, would fight.

Instead, they loved you.

And somehow… you had become trapped in a web of their making.

And worst of all?

You weren’t sure you could break free.

Gyomei Himejima

• Gyomei’s devotion is unshakable. To him, loving you is like loving the divine—a belief so deeply rooted that it cannot be undone.

• He prays for you, speaks of you with reverence, and when he holds you, it is not with fear but unquestionable certainty.

• You are his, and that is the will of the universe.

Scenario:

Rain pattered softly against the temple roof, the scent of damp earth filling the air. You sat near the entrance, watching as Gyomei kneeled before his altar, the flickering candlelight casting deep shadows against his massive frame.

“…Why do you do this?” you finally asked, breaking the silence.

Gyomei did not pause in his prayers. “Because I must.”

You frowned. “Must?”

His stone-like hands pressed together, his voice as steady as the mountains. “Loving you is not a choice.” His blind eyes did not need to see you to know where you were. “It is fate.”

Your stomach twisted.

“Gyomei,” you murmured, stepping closer. “I am not some sacred being. I am a Jorōgumo.”

Finally, he turned his head toward you. “Yes,” he said gently. “And yet, I weep not for fear, but for the overwhelming gratitude that you exist.”

A deep, painful ache settled in your chest.

It was terrifying how much he meant it.

Kanao Tsuyuri

• Kanao’s obsession is delicate, but suffocating. She watches, waits, and follows you, her love manifesting in quiet, unsettling ways.

• She has memorized everything about you—your scent, your patterns, the way you weave your silk.

• She is patient. You will love her one day, whether you realize it now or not.

Scenario:

You felt her before you saw her.

A presence. Soft. Lingering.

You turned slowly, your golden eyes narrowing at the girl half-hidden behind a tree. “How long have you been following me?”

Kanao blinked. “A while.”

A shiver crawled up your spine. “That’s not normal, you know.”

Her grip tightened around her small coin. “It is for me.”

You exhaled sharply. “You’re a Demon Slayer, Kanao.”

She took a small step closer. “I am yours.”

Your breath caught. “No, you’re not.”

She tilted her head, as if confused by your answer. “But… I flipped a coin.”

Your brows furrowed. “And?”

She looked at you with unnerving certainty. “It told me to stay with you.”

Your silk threads quivered under her quiet determination.

For the first time, you wondered if you were the one caught in a web.

Aoi Kanzaki

• Aoi is stubborn in her love. She will scold you, fight with you, and argue endlessly, but she will never leave you.

• She does not fear you. Not even a little. If anything, she refuses to let you think she is weak.

• Her obsession is disguised as care. She will wrap your wounds, force you to eat, and glare at you for worrying her.

Scenario:

“Sit. Down.”

You sighed. “Aoi—”

“I said, sit.”

Grumbling, you obeyed, watching as Aoi meticulously cleaned the gash along your arm.

“You’re insufferable,” she huffed, pressing a bit too hard.

You winced. “I heal fast, you know.”

“Shut up.”

Your lips twitched. “You’re bossy.”

Her hands froze. For a brief moment, something unreadable flickered in her dark blue eyes. Then, with deliberate slowness, she resumed her work.

“…You make me worry,” she muttered, quieter this time.

Your chest tightened.

Aoi never admitted things like that.

You swallowed. “You shouldn’t worry about a Jorōgumo.”

She scowled, her grip tightening. “I’ll worry about whoever the hell I want.”

You exhaled. “You’re impossible.”

She smirked. “Then it’s a good thing I’m not going anywhere.”

A chill ran through you.

…You weren’t sure if that was a promise or a threat.

Final Thoughts:

You have seen humans fear your kind.

You have felt their hatred, their weapons, their desperate need to destroy what they do not understand.

But these ones?

They do not fear you.

They love you.

And somehow… that is far more terrifying.