#yandere giyuu x reader

[misalsmistake]

"are.. are you trying to leave me?"

a voice emerges from the corner of the room, it was dimly lit so it was hard to pinpoint where he was located.

the room fell silent, the door still wide open in front of you. it was winter so the air was cold and suffocating, yet you paid no mind. anything was better than being here.

you chew your lip, contemplating if it was better to respond or not say anything at all.

"did you hear me?" he questions again, the creaking of the floorboards indicating he was stepping closer to you.

you whip your head around, the moon illuminating on his pale face. it withheld no emotion, stoic as always.

it was hard to decipher whether he was angry or not, his voice held no malicious undertone.

you inhale, deeply. "no" it was a lie, a stupid one. why was the door wide open then? this was bound to make your punishment worse.

he remains quiet, his gaze lingers on you for a second. "close the door" he requests.

with hesitance you comply, the door squeaks as you slowly close it regretting even attempting your escape at all.

you still face the door, the room completely enveloped in darkness. the floorboards creak again, louder.

"I love you a lot y/n, why are you trying to leave me?" you flinch as he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on the crook of your neck. "I wanted to be gentle with you, but it seems I have no choice"

you wonder what he meant by that, but your train of thought is swiftly cut off by a surge of pain erupting from your leg. you lurch forward, mouth falling open in a silent scream. you couldn't tell what was going on due to the dark atmosphere, the sounds of bones cracking is heard before pain blooms in your other leg.

you bite down harshly on your lower lip, trying to stifle a whimper. "I know it hurts, I'm sorry" giyuu whispers in your ear, an act so cruel followed by a voice so soothing. he was really a puzzle "but I'm doing this to protect you, you understand right?" you feel him smiling, it was unsettling.

tears fall from your eyes as you frantically shake your head. "that's fine, you'll learn sooner or later"

this man was psychopathic.

[tinandabin]

Yandere hashiras x modern reader PART 2

Part 1

@mikoz-u I woke up and wrote this.

Having your tongue cut off wasn't pleasant, especially from your own creations. All because you happened to talk about their oh-so-sad past.

But will that stop you? No. So of course, you have to learn sign language now. And you did.

The hashiras were baby-ing you more ever since they had to 'punish you.' Really now? PUNISH? Babe, that's not a punishment, it's a crime.

Did they care? No.

Mitsuri would out of the random start blabbering apologies and start crying saying of how she was just soo sad.. She really didn't wanna hurt you! But it was for your own good. But she promises that she didn't wanna hurt you! :(

And our dear Sanemi couldn't just get enough of taunting you, saying that those were the consequences of your own action. Sometimes Obanai would join him.

He would all be like, "See? If you hadn't talked shit and acted like a brat, none of this would've happened." All the while you would be cursing him off in sign language.

All of them learnt sign language with you, which was one of the most convenient way to talk to you.

But did the all of you ever have a civil conversation? No.

You would still be taunting them in sign language, obviously.

"Sabito died because of you, Giyuu!"

"Genya is all alone and is probably dead, just because you couldn't stay in your own world, Sanemi!"

And more and more taunts at their past.

You've made them cry NUMEROUS times. But they never cried in front of you, though.

They were now contemplating cutting off your fingers.

They do regret cutting off your tongue, a bit. I mean, they can't hear your sweet voice now.. Even if it was always insulting them, still.

They just wish for you to behave like a good girl so that all of you can live in peace and harmony.

Is that too much to ask now? They've gone through so much all because of you, and now you refuse to be their place for solace and calm? Don't act so selfish, now.

All you have to do is sit there and behave. They will take care of everything else. You wouldn't even need to lift a finger.

"Ne, [Name]-Chan, please open your mouth!! This is extremely delicious," Mitsuri swooned, hovering some mochi near your mouth. You couldn't do anything but open your mouth, still remembering what happened the last time you didn't.

In the background, you could hear Obanai and Sanemi chuckle saying how their 'punishment' seemed to work.

Like a doll, you were dragged from one hashira to another. All of them saying, '"It's my turn now with [Name]!" Were you some kind of damn puppet? You would say that, but you can't. I mean, your hands are tied and you can't speak..

Muichiro dragging you with him outside to your backyard to cloud-gaze so that he can lay in your lap.

Uzui forcefully making you model different clothes he bought for you, some of them too revealing for your liking.

Kyojuro making you watch a movie with him, thinking of it as a date and all the while ignoring the fact that you were tied up.

Mitsuri styling your hair and squishing your cheeks, treating you like some kind of Teddy bear. Man, you feel like biting her hand if she touches your hair once again.

Gyomei is the most tolerable, since all he wants to do is simply be in your presence.

And then comes Shinobu The Witch. She is probably secretly researching how to make a 'love potion.' If given the right materials, then man you are doomed. I feel like she would enjoy gardening with you. To her, it feels intimate.

All Giyuu wants to do is hold your hand and cuddle you. Anywhere. He doesn't care who is watching and where you are. Probably the neediest and clingy.

Sanemi would also likely make you watch him cook. Look, you can't tell me he isn't a good cook. I refuse to believe such bullshit. The food he makes is bomb, but of course, you would never admit it to his face.

Last but not least is Obanai. He is too shy to ask for your attention so he would most likely be stalking you doing different activities with everybody in the shadows.

You are just some doll for all of them. A real, breathing doll.

Masterlist

[colourstreakgryffin]

Could I request separate yandere headcanons for Tengen and Giyuu in which reader is like Carmen Sandiego?

Hmm! So like the spy chick with the gorgeous red coat? Okay! She seems pretty cool! I’ll do her!

Yandere! Uzui Tengen

You’re selfless and a passionate humanitarian, those amazing traits won over Tengen’s heart quickly. He simply loves women like you and he doesn’t want to lose you to his competition, no matter how confident he is

Tengen knows about your thieving sidecareer and he could care less. Do you think he is any better than you? No, he is truly rotten, a horribly sick man that is ready to pull twisted means to get what he wants. To get the wives he wants, and that includes you

Tengen follows you around, everywhere you go so he make sure no thievery task your profession gives you will end up with your death. He loves you too much to let you get hurt in any form so he has you his eyes on you 24/7

Proposes daily to you, it’s horrifying as he never can take the hint from you. Tengen refuses to accept your rejection since his delusional mind cannot process it. Rather he does it himself or forces his kidnapped wives to give you the ring, it just gets worse since he won’t stop

Yandere! Tomioka Giyuu

Giyuu is very attracted to your intelligence and knowledge, he loves a woman who can take care of herself and understand everything around her in both a brilliant and strong way. His obsession with you and your character grows and grows until it takes over him, it turns him into a mindless zombie thinking only of you

Overprotective, because of your occasional missslips in your side-career of thieving could easily take your life away… that scares him to an earlier death. Giyuu can’t stand that idea at all so he will take charge and defend you from the people before you, rather you like it or not

Giyuu may adore your empathetic nature but he doesn’t believe anything you do shouldn’t be wasted on literally any of those useless beings. He would rather remove them from the equation all to together since they are still a threat to him, everybody in Japan can take you away from him

Seriously, he will do whatever you want so when you want to go donate to needed buildings like orphanages and mental health institutions. Giyuu may not like the fact you give those people and/or children your care and attention but your happiness is very important to him

[missscarletrosesett]

can I request for yandere Giyuu HCs? Like in general.

Summary: Yandere Giyuu Hcs

Warnings: Mentions of blood, faked death, death, kidnapping, obsessive behaviour, and forms of manipulation.

This man is lonely, that much we know. So if you managed to catch his eye, whether you were a demon slayer or not, that is quite the accomplishment.

The first time you meet it would be quite awkward at first, with you bumping into him and him just standing there with his stoic demeanour plastered to his face as he just stands there watching you apologizing.

As time goes on, you two seem to be seeing each other more and more, and the more time you two spend together, the more he comes to enjoy your company.

He would feel a sense of responsibility to protect you from harm as it is his job as a demon slayer.

In his eyes, you are the definition of purity. You are the only good thing in his life

If you were a demon slayer as well that would complicate things a bit more than he would’ve liked. If you're both demon slayers then he would be filled with worry and even be more overprotective of you than he already was. Death could be just around the corner for either of you.

If you two ever get into bickers, he would use forms of manipulation on you. Nine times out of ten it works.

Guilt-tripping, lying, over-exaggeration on things, you name it.

He would 100% percent use his survivor guilt on you as a way to make you stay and comfort him.

As for kidnapping, he would definitely consider it, scratch that, he would kidnap you, no consideration needed.

If you're a civilian and get attacked by a demon, he will kill it with no hesitation. He will then be by your side in a matter of seconds and asking if you're alright.

You can say goodbye to your freedom after that incident.

If you’re a demon slayer and away on long missions, his mind will be filled with worry for your safety and come up with the worst-case scenarios.

If you’re battling a really strong demon, he will instantly rush to your location and deal the final blow.

He will be filled with a sense of relief seeing as you are okay but then the next second his protective instinct takes over and knocks you out.

He will fake your death as an extra measure.

He will grant you the freedom to walk around his estate with him watching you but going outside is absolutely prohibited.

When he's not around, you're locked away in his room, away from prying eyes, most likely your ankle’s chained to the ground.

I believe his way of showing his affection would be through acts of service and gift-giving.

Like he just returned from a mission? He will have a gift in hand.

You're not eating? He will feed you.

If he sees any of the kakushi trying to help you escape he will instantly kill them.

Hell, he might he kill all his kakushi just to ensure you’re safety.

He will hug you while covered in blood, trying his best to comfort you while you're crying and begging in his arms.

You won't leave his side.

“You’re safe now. Don't worry as long as you have me, you're protected, Water Droplet.”

[xjulixred45x]

Yandere Giyuu Tomioka x Kianna Lectora (TRADUCCIÓN)

Género: Headcanons

Lector: femenino/oc

Advertencias: YANDERE, COMPORTAMIENTO INSANO, RELACION TÓXICA, MENTALIDAD POCO SALUDABLE, TRAUMA, SPOILERS!!

creo que hubo dos formas en la que Giyuu conociera a Kianna.

1- que ella ya formara parte de la cofradia y que la conociera por medio de sus compañeros y/o misiones en conjunto.

o 2- Giyuu la conocio como "civil" de un demonio.

vamos a ir primero con el primer escenario.

después de que la hermana mayor de Kianna, Yui, muriera y ella fuera abandonada por su padre, ella decidio convertirse en cazadora de demonios, de esta forma vengando a su hermana(y con suerte, algun dia no volver a Seiji).

fue difícil encontrar un maestro por su cuenta, pero al menos la poca gente que quedaba del lugar en donde solia vivir Kianna tenia contactos que sirvieron para que enecontrara algo decente.

Kianna tuvo varias dificultades para hacer su entrenamiento, ya que casi ninguno estilo de respiración se adaptaba a ella.

asi que tuvo que crear el suyo propio para su tipo de cuerpo.

no fue facil, tomo bastante tiempo, pero logro desarrollarlo usando de base los movimientos de su padre, la respiración de sangre.

no creo que Kianna fuera una Hashira, no solo porque no seria muy poderosa, sino también por su actitud.

Kianna es delgada y pequeña, por lo que no tendría mucho músculo, por lo tanto no mataria demaciados demonios.

pero al menos era buena en proteger a los civiles del peligro.

probablemente eso es lo que tienen en común ambos casos, que ellos dos se conocen en una mision.

en el caso de cazadora de Demonios Kianna, probablemente fue enviada junto a Giyuu por Kagaya, al creer que al tener personalidades similares pero con trasfondos distintos ayudaria a mejorar la cooperación de Tomioka con otros miembros de la cofradia, incluso encontrar un Tsukugo.

cuando Giyuu estaba por conocer a Kianna estaba algo nervioso de que fuera una Shinobu 2.0, pero afortunadamente ella no lo molesto, todo lo contrario, mostro bastante respeto por su posición de Pilar. lo cual ya era inusual entre los compañeros de Giyuu, asi que era algo muy bienvenido.

durante la misión Kianna tendria que hacer gran parte de la charla, ya que Tomioka por su cuenta no habla mucho, y serían cosas generales, si le gusta alguna comida de la region o si la visito antes, etc.

Kianna simplemente no queria hacer las cosas incomodas para el ¯⁠\⁠_⁠༼⁠ ⁠•́⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠•̀⁠ ⁠༽⁠_⁠/⁠¯

y Giyuu estaba...agradecido, de que ella quisiera incluirlo.

por lo mismo en la misión Tomioka quiere tomar el mando principal en matar al demonio.

esta nueva persona es buena, no quiere que se arriesgue cuando EL es el Pilar, el responsable de todos.

asi aue imagínate su sorpresa cuando Kianna pudo manejar por su cuenta la situación bastante bien.

quedo lastimada, si, pero nada grave, aun asi Tomioka insistio en que no caminara el resto del viaje(ella regreso en su espalda).

y podrias decir que ahi comenzó todo.

Giyuu le cuenta a Kianna sobre su pasado, sobre como perdio a su hermana que lo protegio de los demonios y después en la selección final perdio a su mejor amigo, también protegiendolo.

esto genera una gran empatia en Kianna(mas por el tema con su hermana mayor y como ambas murieron en circunstancias similares), lo que deja a Kianna tambien muy Vulnerable con Tomioka.

muy vulnerable a la manipulación emocional.

Giyuu usa esto como algo que justifica su comportamiento protector cuando Kianna lo nota o se queja de eso, asi ahora cada vez que ella piense en hacerlo de nuevo, ella recuerde lo que Giyuu compartio con ella, se sienta mal por haber pensado mal de el y lo justifique.

(es mas complicado hacerlo con la Kianna Civil porque ella no esta en peligro constante, pero la puede volver paranoica diciendole sobre avistamientos de demonios cerca de donde vive para que no salga de casa cuando el llegue).

es un maestro en manipulación con pocas palabras.

su principal lenguaje de amoe(ya en pareja) es el contacto fisico, es pesimo para poner lo que siente en palabras, asi que con contacto físico dice todo, le gustan principalmente los abrazos tipo cucharita.

en circunstancias normales, el seria la cuchara pequeña, pero en este caso especial le gusta ser la cuchara grande porque 1- Kianna es delgadita y pequeña, asi que es mas facil(teme aplastarla) y 2- siente que la protege asi incluso cuando duerme.

es algo mas domestico con la Kianna Civil, en cierta forma alimenta la idea que tiene de poner algun dia centar cabeza y quien sabe, formar una familia.

definitivamente el no secuestraria a menos que sienta que la vida de Kianna esta en peligro, como de ataque de demonios, por ejemplo.

y aun si lo hiciera, el trata de mantener la mayor parte de sus libertades.

Giyuu es dentro de lo que cabe un yandere conciente de sus malas tendencias.

sabe que lo que hace esta mal.

pero al mismo tiempo tiene tanta paranoia y miedo de que otra persona importante para el muera que no le importa a estas alturas escuchar a su conciencia.

cree que en este caso secuestrar a Kianna es lo mejor para su seguridad. y felicidad a futuro.

si Kianna desarrolla algun tipo de trastorno por culpa del encierro o empeorar sus habitos poco saludables(ej, autolecion, bulimia, etc), Giyuu estaría TAN angustiado y amenazaria a alguna Kakushi para que tratase a Kianna lo antes posible(y después matar a dicho Kakushi, no puede dejar que sepan).

se vuelve mas pegote, incluso mas hablador, pero realmente solo gira comentarios al azar y no es realmente una conversación.

aunque si Kianna le devuelve la charla, esta internamente explotando de alegria.

si Kianna desarrolla el síndrome de Estocolmo, Giyuu estaria tan pero TAN feliz.

no me malinterpretes, engañar a este hombre es imposible, de nuevo, pasa tanto tiempo cerca de Kiana, paso tanto tiempo aprendiendo sobre ella y sus manerismos y expresiones para saber si era genuina o no, por lo que si fuera un falso síndrome de Estocolmo, el se daría cuenta y no cambiaria nada.

simplemente aplicaria el "finge esta que lo logres" y esperara pacientemente a que Kianna venga a el voluntariamente.

y si ocurre? el esta sobre las nubes.

sigue siendo paranoico asf pero al menos ahora no se pondra insoportable encimoso para asegurarse de que Kianna no va a dejarlo. eso es un comienzo.

afortunadamente para todos (especialmente Kianna) Giyuu solo usaria el secuestro como ultimo recurso y definitivamente prefiere tener una relación tradicional;)

si Kianna sigue en la cofradía para cuando formalizan su "relación" definitivamente puedo ver a Giyuu tratando de sabotear su progreso o gaslighteandola para que crea que es mejor si deja la cofradia. usando de nuevo su mal pasado con los demonios(compartido) par persuadirla.

si hablamos de Kianna civil es mucho mas facil, simplemente le dice que si quiere seguridad extra + subir de nivel con el entonces pondrian vivir juntos.

digamos que Giyuu ve a esta version de Kianna como mucho mas inofesiva y que NECESITA su protección si o si. aunque irónicamente hay menos posibilidades de rapto aquí. solo que Kianna de la nada se "muda" con Tomioka y el siempre "accidentalmente" la deja con las puertas cerradas...

de cualquier manera Tomioka encuentra la forma de hacer que Kianna viva con el, deje el entrenamiento, y en general la aisle.

el se relajara mucho mas ej este tipo de casos "voluntarios" y se puede ver un poco al Giyuu auténtico, el que en realidad no sabe si es digno de recivir amor. mas después de todo lo que hizo para obtenerlo...

aunque el definitivamente seguiria siendo igual de sobreprotector tanto fuera como dentro de la casa :)

bro, estoy hablando de que nisiquiera permite a su pareja usar las cosas afiladas de la cocina☠️

es CELOSO, pero como Kianna es tan asocial y que solo prefiere estar con un grupo selecto de personas (aka, EL) no se pone celoso muy seguido, aparte de que sabe que Kianna nunca lo traicionaria...¿verdad?

es un poquito delulu por si no te diste cuenta.

es conciente de lo mal que esta, pero de nuevo, maestro de la manipulador. hasta el se lo cree.

en general, un yandere bastante decente, no es un depravado ni mucho menos, todo lo contrario, no se cree digno de tener una pareja tan maravillosa, por lo que luchara, dañara y MATARA a quienes intentén quitarlo un regalo tan dulce después de tantos años de angustia.

[0asisbliss]

Oh how he couldn’t breath without you. Oh how he needed you. His heart belonged to you in every way. He would risk everything for you. The feeling wasn’t foreign. No. Just because he felt something he’s never felt anything in a long time, or never at all. Was it love, or lust? Either way he must have his way with you. And he’ll stop at nothing to get that.

GOJO, Geto, SUKUNA, CHOSO, Yuuta, Yuuji, (JJK) L Lawliet, Light, Matsuda, (DN) Luffy, ACE, Law, Sanji, Shanks, (OP) Ranpo, DAZAI, Chuuya, (BSD) Aizawa, All might, Present Mic, (MHA) Shalnark, Uvogin, KURAPIKA, Chrollo, Feitan, Phinks, Shizuku, Illumi, (HXH) Giyuu, Sanemi, Gyomei, MUZAN, (DS) or any of your other favs.

[nyctoaerah]

Yandere!Limerence!Giyuu Hc's pls? Both nsfw and sfw<3 your writing is so good btw! I'm inlove with limerence🤍🤍 sorry if it's not specific enough 🥹 I just can't get enough of giyuu<3

⋆♱⋆IN LIMERENCE

Warnings: Yandere Behaviors, Loads of Manipulation and Gaslighting, Stalking, Nsfw in the end, tiny bit of somno at the end. MDNI

Pairings: Yandere! Giyuu Tomioka x Fem! Androphobic Reader

The moment that Giyuu finds out about your fear of men, he resorts to an act of shame: He pretended to be a girl, knowing full well how deeply traumatized you are by your male comrades—hell you’re even afraid of your own mentor — Uzui, so who’s to say that you wouldn’t be scared of him if you find out that he’s a male?

So In an act of desperation, he lowers himself so low, because he doesn’t want you to hate him, reasoning with himself that you already see him as a girl anyway, like, his pronouns suddenly turns from he/him to she/her whenever you’re near, not only that, he makes sure to make his voice as soft and as feminine as possible whenever you’re near, after all, he can’t have his pretty darling afraid of him now, can he?

He doesn’t mind wearing makeup or lipstick as long as it doesn’t jeopardize his cover. The other Hashiras were beginning to question whether Giyuu was transgender, and while this wounded his pride, his primary desire for you to be comfortable with him was more stronger than the shame he’s feeling.

He gets jealous whenever you’re near Mitsuri and Shinobu, because he knew damn well that those two girls obviously has feelings for you and they have a lot of chance with you, considering your androphobia — and the fact that there’s a 70% chance that you might be a girl kisser.

He doesn’t like the fact that the two girls, Especially mitsuri — who wasn’t afraid of showing her feelings for you, always hugging you and bombarding you with compliments. Because honestly, what’s the point of having those two girls around when you can have him instead?

He showers you with gifts and often treats you to outings, but truthfully? Those are just his ploys to isolate you from everyone else, after all, he craves your presence and has already sunk to great lows for you; and he definitely won’t let you slip away from his fingers.

He would always stalk you, so he would eventually find out the things that you liked, the things that makes you tick, your fear, and other stuff, and he uses it to his own advantage — especially your androphobia, saying things about the other hashiras, especially the male ones, about how they treat him so bad, and how they make him feel like an outcast. And honestly? you’ll have a hard time trying to find out whether he’s being genuine or not, because it was very obvious that the other hashiras dislikes him. The fact that he’s such a soft-spoken manipulator doesn’t help either

He’s totally into it when you play with his hair; it’s like his personal spa day, He’ll plop his head on your lap like it’s a throne, soaking up your ramblings like they’re the latest gossip,

Here’s where it gets a tad too cozy: whenever you’re yapping about the mysteries of the universe, and there he is, lounging on your lap, His fingers would start their little expedition up your thigh, but don’t worry, he’s a gentleman—he’ll halt if you give him a swat or tell him to stop. But if you let him continue? Well, let’s just say that’s a one-way ticket to a very different conversation.

Giyuu really loves pleasuring you with his fingers and mouth, his fingers would drill deep into your dripping pussy, while he whispers sweet nothings into your ears while he fingers you. Yet, beneath this guise of sweetness, a hidden agenda brews. He hopes—prays—that the intensity of your ecstasy will render you oblivious to the prominent bulge that would always tent his pants, whenever he would get the chance to get in your pants.

He totally shuts you down when it comes to him getting any pleasure, like, no way! If you did, you’d realize he’s definitely a guy, not a girl! So, it’s mostly him just giving you some action. Deep down, he’s kinda happy you’re not sexually active and just goes with the flow. And Honestly? He probably thinks you’re asexual. But man, when he gets all worked up and his cock starts leaking and getting painfully hard, he just ends up taking care of it himself. Sometimes, though, when you’re snoozing, he can’t help but use your hand to get himself off instead.

©𝐍𝐲𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐡 || 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.♡

𝐀/𝐍: WOAHHH, this is the first time i got asked for hc’s on one of my books😭😭 so this is actually pretty unique LOL. Anyways, this hc’s is based of my book: Limerence. It’s a yandere!kny book and it’s a harem — it’s why mitsuri and shinobu r said to have feelings for you:) you can go check it out on my wattpad! It’s the rewritten version, but if you read the quotev version (the previous one) it’ll make sense why reader thinks that giyuu is a girl, since the rewritten version hasn’t reached that part yet. But i suggest that you read the rewritten version more cause the orig is cringe af LOL.

[kanroji-san]

Giyuu!reader and Poseidon Children reveal when?

The Family of Tyrant of all Seas

I forgot to add Aoi 😭

Sorry honey

[gothicxreylover]

𝖄𝔞𝖓𝔡𝖊𝔯𝖊 𝕳𝔞𝖘𝔥𝖎𝔯𝖆’𝖘 𝔭𝖚𝔫𝖎𝔰𝖍𝔦𝖓𝔤 𝔱𝖍𝔢𝖎𝔯 𝔰𝖎𝔤𝖓𝔦𝖋𝔦𝖈𝔞𝖓𝔱 𝔬𝖙𝔥𝖊𝔯

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

Gender of reader is gender neutral

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

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Kyojuro Rengoku

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Tengen Uzui & Wives

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Giyu Tomioka

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Shinobu Kocho

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You try to step back, but she closes the distance in an instant, her movements eerily fluid, like the strike of a snake. Her fingers lightly graze your cheek, the touch so gentle, almost affectionate — but there’s something unsettling about the way her eyes never leave yours. She’s examining you, her gaze cold, sharp, calculating.

“I’ve noticed,” she continues, her voice lowering just a touch, “that you’ve been *avoiding me*.”

You swallow hard. It’s true. You haven’t been as affectionate with her lately. You’ve been distant. But you never thought it would come to this — you never thought she would notice or, worse, care so much.

Shinobu’s fingers trail down your arm, her touch light, like a breath against your skin, but the pressure builds. "Is there someone else?" she asks softly, her voice carrying a slight bite now. "Someone who’s distracting you from me?"

"No," you quickly say, your voice betraying you with its nervousness. "It’s not like that. I swear, it’s just—"

Her hand clamps down on your wrist suddenly, her grip deceptively strong. "Don’t lie to me," she whispers, her voice now dangerously sweet. "I don’t like being lied to. It makes me... upset."

She pulls you toward her, her fingers digging into your wrist, and with a swift motion, she presses you against the wall. The force of her body against yours sends a shiver down your spine. Her lips are barely a breath away from your ear, and she whispers in a tone so soft, it feels like a lullaby before the storm.

“You’ve been neglecting me, haven’t you? You’ve been avoiding me, pulling away from me. Why?”

You try to speak, but she cuts you off with a sharp, almost cruel laugh. "I think I know why. It’s because you think I won’t notice. You think I won’t see the way you look at others, the way you’re pulling away from me. You think I don’t care." She leans in closer, her lips brushing your ear as she continues. "But I *do* care. I care more than you can imagine."

You feel her hand slide up to your neck, her fingers almost delicately tracing along the skin. "And when I care this much... I have to make sure you don’t forget that." She looks into your eyes, her expression softening for just a moment, like a mask slipping, but then it’s gone, replaced by something darker.

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Her grip on your neck tightens just slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you realize she’s in complete control. “You’ve hurt me,” she whispers, her voice barely above a murmur, but it’s laced with a venom that makes your blood run cold. “You’ve made me feel abandoned. Do you know what happens when you do that?”

You try to speak, to apologize, but she silences you with a soft, almost mocking laugh. "Shh, no words. Just listen."

With one fluid motion, Shinobu pulls away and produces a small vial from the folds of her Haori. It’s delicate, and the liquid inside swirls in a soft, almost hypnotic way, like the poison she’s so skilled in handling. Her fingers caress the vial as she looks at you with an unsettling calmness.

"You know what this is, don’t you?" she asks, tilting her head. "This is a special blend of poison, something I’ve crafted just for moments like this. I’m not going to hurt you... not physically, at least." Her voice is soft, as if she’s talking to a child. "But I *do* need to remind you of something very important, something you seem to have forgotten."

You stare at her, your heart racing. "Please, Shinobu, I didn’t mean to—"

"You *will* learn not to neglect me," she interrupts. “You will learn what happens when you make me feel this way."

With a smooth, practiced motion, she presses the vial against your lips, not enough to force you, but enough that the threat is clear. "Drink it. *It won’t hurt... much.*" Her voice is so calm, so serene, it’s almost like she’s asking you to do something trivial.

You hesitate. “What is it?”

Shinobu’s smile widens, but there’s no joy in it. "Just a little something to help you remember who you belong to. Drink it, and you’ll be fine. You’ll learn your lesson, and we can go back to the way we were. But if you don’t... well, I’m afraid you’ll have to *earn* my forgiveness in more *painful* ways."

Her voice isn’t cruel, but the way she says it makes your skin crawl. This is her version of punishment — a soft, poisonous reminder of who has control, who holds the power. There’s no escape. You have no choice but to comply. If you refuse, you will feel the full weight of her wrath, and the consequences will be much worse.

You swallow, the taste of the substance bitter and sharp, and as it settles in your throat, you feel your vision blur slightly, the edges of your thoughts fading away. She watches you with an almost clinical detachment, but in her eyes, there’s a flicker of satisfaction.

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Shinobu gently strokes your hair as you sit weakly against the wall, your body sluggish, but still functional. The poison isn’t lethal — it’s not meant to kill — but it leaves you dizzy, weak, and vulnerable. You feel like you’ve been brought to the brink of collapse, and her presence is the only thing anchoring you to reality.

"Now you understand," she murmurs softly, almost lovingly. "You *belong* to me. I can’t let you slip away. I won’t let anyone take you from me."

She kneels beside you, her fingers running through your hair as she watches you carefully, like a predator watching its prey. "From now on, remember who you belong to. I won’t tolerate being neglected. Not again."

Her voice softens as she leans closer, brushing her lips against your forehead in a chillingly gentle kiss. "I’ll always take care of you.

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Mitsuri Kanroji & Obanai Iguro

The quiet evening settles over the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters. Most of the other Hashira are either out on missions or retreating to their own quarters. However, in the darkened halls of the headquarters, you find yourself walking nervously toward your room. You've spent the day with the other Hashira, and while you tried to be as courteous and friendly as possible, you couldn't ignore the growing discomfort in your chest. Both Obanai and Mitsuri had become more possessive, more demanding of your attention in recent days. They were always around, always watching, always needing you.

Tonight, you feel it more than ever. You know they’ll be waiting for you.

As you open the door to your room, you’re greeted by an eerie stillness. The flickering light of a candle illuminates the two figures standing in the center of the room. Obanai’s sharp, calculating eyes glimmer from the shadows, while Mitsuri stands beside him, her posture unusually rigid. Both of them are perfectly still, as though they’ve been waiting for you.

The door creaks closed behind you, and in that moment, you feel trapped. The atmosphere is thick with tension, a suffocating weight pressing down on you.

Obanai’s voice cuts through the silence, low and dangerous. “You’ve been avoiding us.” His gaze never wavers from you, his sharp eyes boring into your every movement, every breath.

Mitsuri tilts her head, her wide eyes filled with a mix of confusion and sadness, but underneath, there’s an unmistakable sharpness. “Why are you pushing us away? Why don’t you want to be with us anymore?” Her tone is sweet, almost pleading, but the undertone is possessive, demanding.

You try to explain yourself, but Obanai steps forward, his gaze narrowing. “Don’t lie,” he warns, his voice sharp as a blade. “I’ve seen the way you act around others. The way your attention lingers elsewhere. You think we don’t notice?”

Mitsuri’s expression falters slightly, but she quickly replaces it with a forced smile, though there’s a dangerous edge to it. “Obanai’s right. We can’t let you get away with this. If you love us… you’ll never act like this again.” She steps closer to you, her movements gentle but firm. “You belong to us, don’t you? We’re the only ones who truly understand you. The only ones who will ever love you like we do.”

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Obanai and Mitsuri’s punishments are psychological and emotional, designed to reinforce the idea that their love is something you cannot escape from — that you belong to them, and they will go to any lengths to make sure you understand that.

Obanai moves first, his steps silent but quick, closing the distance between you in an instant. “You’ve hurt us,” he murmurs, his voice chilling in its calmness. “You’ve made us feel… unnecessary. Like you don’t care. Like we’re nothing.” He grabs your wrist in a vice-like grip, pulling you closer. His eyes flash with a cold, almost venomous glint. “Do you know how that feels?” he hisses, his breath hot against your ear. “To be ignored? To be treated like you’re just… replaceable?”

Mitsuri watches the scene unfold, her smile flickering for a moment as she steps closer, her fingers brushing lightly against your cheek in a tender, almost affectionate way. “We’re not angry at you,” she says, her voice soft but laden with an unsettling sweetness. “We just need you to understand. You’re ours. Only ours. Don’t you want to be with us? Forever?”

You feel a cold shiver run down your spine. They’ve both been so affectionate, so kind, but now their possessiveness is taking over. The warmth of Mitsuri’s touch feels suffocating, like a chain wrapping around your neck. You want to pull away, but Obanai’s grip on your wrist tightens, preventing you from moving.

“I want you to remember,” Obanai continues, his voice low, dangerous. “You will never push us away again. Not now, not ever.” He slowly starts to drag you towards the center of the room, his grip unyielding, as if he’s showing you exactly how much control he has over you.

Mitsuri steps in front of you, placing her hands on your shoulders and guiding you to your knees. “You belong to us,” she repeats, her eyes wide and sincere, though they carry an edge that makes your heart race. “You need to remember that. You can’t belong to anyone else. You can’t give your attention to anyone else.” Her voice softens, but the meaning behind it is clear. "If you keep this up, we won't be able to let you go. Ever."

Obanai steps back, watching you closely, his eyes full of calculation. “You’ll learn your lesson now,” he says, the coldness in his tone unmistakable. “Mitsuri will help you understand how much you mean to us.” His eyes flicker toward her, a silent command passing between them.

Mitsuri gently lifts your chin with her fingers, forcing you to look into her eyes. “We just want you to be happy,” she says sweetly, though her words are anything but kind. “We’re the ones who love you, who care for you. And if you won’t love us back the way we deserve, then we’ll make sure you understand.” She looks over her shoulder at Obanai, who gives a slight nod of approval.

Mitsuri’s hands slide from your face to your arms, her grip tightening slightly. Her eyes hold yours in a gaze that’s both soft and predatory, as if she’s trying to possess your very soul. “We can’t let you go. Ever. Don’t you understand? You can’t leave us.”

The words linger in the air, heavy and suffocating, and before you can react, she pulls you into a hug — tight and almost too tight. "You’ll see," she whispers softly, almost like a lullaby. "Once you realize how much we need you, how much we’ll always need you, everything will be okay. You'll never want to leave us again."

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The punishment ends as quickly as it began, but the effect lingers. Both Obanai and Mitsuri stand in front of you, their expressions softening slightly as they take in your weakened, compliant form. You've been physically released from their grips, but the mental and emotional weight of their words and actions will remain with you.

Obanai tilts his head slightly, his voice now softer but still heavy with a sense of control. “You’ve learned your place,” he murmurs, as if the whole scene had been a lesson for you. “Good. Now remember it. You’re ours.”

Mitsuri places a hand gently on your shoulder, her smile returning — bright, sweet, but still hiding the darkness beneath it. “We’ll be gentle with you now. But don’t forget what happens if you act up again. We’ll always be here. Always watching.”

They both stand close to you, as if in a silent agreement, making it clear that there’s no escaping their love. In their twisted world, there’s no room for anyone else. You belong to them — body, mind, and soul.

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Gyomei Himejima

The sun had just dipped beneath the horizon, and the world was bathed in the soft glow of twilight. The distant calls of birds echoed through the mountain air, but there was a quiet stillness that seemed to press against everything in the small temple. The only sound that mattered now was the steady breathing of Gyomei Himejima, the towering and muscular Hashira of the Stone Pillar.

He stood before the entrance of the temple, his thick, calloused hands gripping his war hammer with a firm but gentle hold, his broad shoulders tense with a mix of anger and sorrow. His normally stoic face was twisted into a scowl, the deep lines of his features more pronounced in his current state of emotional turmoil. Despite his imposing appearance, his eyes were filled with confusion and pain as he stared at his significant other, who stood just a few feet away from him.

His voice, when it finally came, was low and heavy, full of the raw intensity of his emotions. "Why? Why did you lie to me?"

Having been caught in a situation that would not be easily forgiven, stood frozen. They could feel the weight of Gyomei’s anger in the air, suffocating, like a thick fog. They had seen this side of him before—his temper, his overwhelming devotion. But this… this felt different. It was colder, darker, and far more dangerous.*

Gyomei’s grip tightened around his war hammer. The thought of betrayal, even if only a misunderstanding or a minor infraction, made his heart burn with a violent, uncontrollable passion. His love for his significant other was deep—almost obsessive. In his mind, *they were his*, and no one else could claim them, not even by a fleeting glance or a misplaced word.

"You... You hurt me." His voice broke slightly, like he was trying to hold back tears. His large, scarred hands shook, but his body remained still. "You... think I wouldn't notice? That you could deceive me?"

He took a step forward, his footfalls heavy and deliberate. His presence loomed larger with each step. "Did you think I wouldn't protect you? Did you think I wouldn't see it?"

His eyes locked onto them, his expression shifting into something that bordered on the edge of madness. "I give you everything, and yet you... betray me?"

You, feeling a tight knot form in their stomach, swallowed their fear. They opened their mouth, but words failed them. There was no justification, no excuse for what had transpired—an innocent interaction with another person, maybe an accidental flirtation or a misplaced compliment from someone else. But Gyomei didn’t see it that way. His mind was consumed by the thought that they had betrayed him, and his overwhelming protectiveness had twisted into something darker.

Gyomei closed the distance between them. His hands—rough as stone, yet gentle as a lullaby when he wished them to be���gripped their arms, pulling them close. There was no malice in the action, only the deep and suffocating need to have them close, to remind them of their place.

"Do you understand what you've done?" Gyomei's voice dropped to a whisper, dangerously calm, as his grip tightened. "Do you understand the pain you caused me?"

You felt a cold sweat form on their brow as they looked up at him, the immense size of the man before them causing their heart to race. His breath was steady, but his eyes—his eyes were like an unrelenting storm. They could see the conflict within them, the push and pull between the man who loved them and the monster he feared he might become.

"I love you." Gyomei said again, as if it were a plea, a prayer. "And I cannot let anyone take you away from me. I will not tolerate this again."

His voice shook slightly, and his body trembled with the effort to maintain control. "If you want to hurt me... then you'll have to suffer with me, too."

With a sudden movement, he let go of them and took a step back. The tension in the air grew thick, suffocating.

"Stay with me..” he said, his voice eerily calm now. "Stay with me, and never betray me again."

His eyes softened for a moment, almost like he was asking for reassurance, like he was trying to find the person he loved amidst the fear he had instilled. "Because if you do… I’ll have no choice but to make sure you never have the chance to hurt me again."

A silence fell between them. The weight of his words lingered, thick and suffocating, as Gyomei stood there, waiting for them to respond. His love was all-consuming, a devotion that would protect them at all costs—yet it also carried the potential for destruction.

Gyomei stared at them for a long moment before his face softened, and he stepped forward, enveloping them in an embrace so fierce it almost felt as if he were holding them together against the very forces of the world.

His voice was barely above a whisper now. "I know. I know, But please… never again."

And in that moment, the line between love and obsession blurred even further. Gyomei’s love was a promise, but it was one that came with a cost—a cost that would demand loyalty, faith, and unyielding devotion.

And for those who could not—or would not—return it, the consequences were far too steep to imagine.

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Sanemi Shinazugawa

The night was unbearably still, save for the rhythmic patter of rain hitting the earth in a soft but unrelenting symphony. The moonlight barely cut through the thick clouds above, casting only faint shadows that danced across the mud-slicked paths surrounding the Shinazugawa estate. Inside, however, the air was thick with an entirely different kind of tension—a storm brewing inside a small, dimly lit room.

Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, stood at the far side of the room, his muscles tense, his eyes wild with the storm raging within him. The rain tapped against the windows, but his focus was entirely on **[Y/N]**, his significant other, who was standing near the door, their hands trembling as they tried to maintain a semblance of control.

His silver hair, damp from the rain, stuck to his forehead, and his breath came out in harsh, uneven puffs. His eyes, which could burn with intensity in a battlefield, now burned with something far darker. There was anger—yes, but also hurt. It was a combination that turned his normally fierce expression into something almost unrecognizable.

"Y/n," he growled, his voice deep, rough, and laden with venom. "Why... why *didn't* you come back to me? Huh?"

Your heart raced, the fear creeping into their chest. They had made the mistake of walking away earlier that day, leaving Sanemi to deal with a mission on his own, something he had made clear *he didn't want to do alone*. It had been an innocent misstep, but with Sanemi, things were never that simple. He couldn’t handle even the slightest perceived abandonment, and now, his emotions had morphed into something much darker, like a storm on the verge of breaking.

"You were gone for hours," he continued, stalking forward with slow, deliberate steps. "Do you know what that does to me? Makes me think you're *leaving* me. Makes me think I’m not enough for you. Makes me think…" His voice trailed off, and his fingers clenched into fists at his sides.

You took a step back instinctively, unsure of what he would do next. "Sanemi, I—"

"Don’t *lie* to me," he barked, his voice rising like a whip, sharp and cruel. "I saw you. I saw you with *them*, didn’t I? Talking, laughing, so *comfortable* with them. You think I didn’t notice?"

His eyes glinted with that dangerous, obsessive glint, the look of a man on the edge, the kind of look that sent a chill through Your spine. They wanted to apologize, to explain, but something told them it was already too late.

Sanemi's fist slammed into the wall beside them, cracking the stone with a force that made the entire room shake. His breathing was ragged as he turned his gaze back to You, his eyes narrowing, wild and full of torment. He was no longer the calm, collected warrior of the Demon Slayer Corps. In this moment, he was a man consumed by jealousy, by the need to possess, by the overwhelming belief that his world—his *love*—was slipping through his fingers.

"*You belong to me,*" he growled, taking another step closer. His voice was quiet now, but there was a terrifying intensity in it. "Do you get that? You belong *to me*. No one else can have you. No one else can even *look* at you."

You flinched, their heart sinking. They tried to protest, to tell him it was nothing, that they hadn't meant anything by it, but Sanemi was already too far gone. He had built his entire sense of self on being strong—on being irreplaceable, unyielding—and to him, the idea of anyone threatening that, even inadvertently, was a betrayal.

Without warning, he seized their arm in a brutal grip, yanking them toward him with such force that you stumbled, caught off guard by the suddenness of it. They could feel his anger in every inch of his body, his pulse quickening as he pulled them closer.

"You don’t get it, do you?" he snarled, his teeth gritted. His other hand shot up to their chin, tilting their face upward so they were forced to meet his searing gaze. "You’re mine, and I will *never* let you forget that."

The tension in his muscles was palpable, as though the very idea of losing them was enough to tear him apart from the inside. His breath was warm against their skin, but his body was rigid, like a coiled spring about to snap. His voice was softer now, almost pleading, but still edged with a ferocity that couldn’t be ignored.

"I love you," he said, his words raw, almost desperate. "But if you ever *do* that again, if you ever make me think that you might leave me... I’ll make you regret it."

You felt the cold sweat trickling down their back, their mind racing to figure out how to calm him down. "Sanemi, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to make you feel like that…"

But he wasn’t listening anymore. He was too far gone. His grip tightened painfully around their chin, and his eyes flickered with a deep, possessive hunger. "You better hope you don’t make me feel like that again," he warned, his voice dark and full of something dangerous. "Because next time, I won’t be so forgiving."

He finally released their chin, but not before his fingers lingered, his touch almost possessive in its lingering presence. Sanemi’s eyes softened just slightly, though the storm within them hadn’t passed completely.

"I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to hurt you," he muttered, the words barely a whisper. "But don’t make me feel like that again, okay? Don’t make me *lose* you."

The rawness in his voice made you feel a pang of guilt, but also fear—fear of what Sanemi might do next time. They had seen glimpses of this side of him before—the part of him that was willing to go to any lengths to keep them close. His love was fierce and unwavering, but in this state, it could also become all-consuming and suffocating.

He stepped back, though his eyes never left them. "If you understand, come here."

It wasn’t a request. It was a command. His voice had shifted back to its usual intensity, but there was still an undercurrent of uncertainty—a man who feared being hurt more than he feared hurting someone else.

You hesitated, but they took a step forward, slowly walking into his embrace, their body trembling as he enveloped them in his arms.

Sanemi held them tightly, his grip firm, almost desperate. "You’re mine," he whispered again, as if reassuring himself. "And no one—no one—will ever take you from me."

As you melted into his embrace, they knew that Sanemi's love was something fierce, something overwhelming—but also something that could easily turn to something darker if they weren't careful. His heart, full of passion and fear, was capable of both great devotion and devastating wrath. And they had just witnessed how far his love could push him.

And somehow, despite the fear, they couldn’t deny that part of them wanted to be the one to keep him grounded, to be the one who could save him from his own destructive need for control.

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I got tired to write more of the characters but I might make a part two for Inosuke Hashibira, Nezuko Kamado, Tanjiro Kamado, Kanao Tsuyuri, Muichiro Tokito, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Genya Shinazugawa, Aoi Kanzaki if I have time. These characters would have a platonic relationship towards reader.

It’s really late right now and I apologize if my writing changed a few times or characters weren’t written correctly

[yanderecrazysie]

Saw this demon slayer fic where the reader dances while they fight, i found it a cool fighting style and it would be rlly nice if u wrote yan hashiras x a reader like that :3

I decided to go back to doing headcanons quickly (as compared to oneshots) so I skipped ahead to the first hcs on the list.

And that sounds really cool! My little sister is a dancer! She does competitions and stuff- she’s absolutely amazing and will be auditioning for a pro studio in a few months! I’m so proud of her. 

Me though? I’m ungraceful as fuck and have a bad knee.

WARNINGS: yandere themes, mostly fluffiness 

Tomioka Giyu

Tomioka’s face gives away none of the amazement he feels watching you fight for the first time.

He wants to get to know you better, but he’s awkward by nature and doesn’t like talking much, so he struggles to do so.

Master Ubuyashiki can tell his little Giyu has a crush, so he often pairs you both up on missions, hoping you’ll give him a chance, not realizing how dark Tomioka’s love really is.

Thankfully, despite his obsessiveness, Tomioka is more of a watcher (and stalker). He would never hurt you.

He just wants to watch you dance until the end of time.

Tokito Muichiro

Tokito is another calm yandere that isn’t easily impressed. But even when seeing your dance moves, he’s not blown away.

However, he does think your dancing is quite pretty and finds himself thinking about it even outside of battle, which is confusing to him.

He can’t figure out why you keep appearing in his dreams and it frustrates him a lot at first.

But then, he’s sitting there under the full moon, watching you twirl and leap as you practice fighting against the butterfly hashira, and he understands.

He’s fallen in love with you.

Rengoku Kyojuro

Rengoku, on the other hand, is very impressed and tells you so!

He’s very vocal about how much he loves your fighting style, and you enjoy showing off for him.

He doesn’t like fighting against you, because he’d much rather sit back and watch instead of try to overpower you. 

You’ve beat him several times in practice, and it only causes his respect (and love) to grow.

Anyone who thinks you’re just a pretty ballerina has another thing coming when you pull out your sword, and he knows that first hand.

He likes watching you so much that he’s asked you to dance for him, and he applauds very loudly and enthusiastically when you’re done.

Tengen Uzui

You’re a flashy person like he is, and he respects that!

Your dance moves are cutting-edge, quite literally, with a spin of hip-hop in with the ballet. It’s a unique style and he loves it!

He invites you on his missions, even if he could easily do it alone, simply because you’re the only human on earth that can match his level of flashiness.

He loves to fight alongside you, trying to make his moves as graceful as yours can be.

He finds himself researching dance more, so he can choreograph his battle moves too.

He feels all warm inside when you compliment his attempts at dancing, even though he’s kind of clunky and awkward at it with his big figure.

Iguru Obanai

Iguru will, of course, tell you that it might not be possible to always dance during a battle.

He also complains that you’re using too much stamina with your moves.

But secretly, he really loves watching, and he’s just very worried about you.

He gives you pointe shoes in your favorite color as a gift, and you wear them with your uniform.

He’s very proud that you like them and blushes when you hug him, telling him that they’re the perfect gift.

Shinazugawa Sanemi

Shinazugawa will never tell you that he thinks your hip-hop dance moves are badass.

But he does. He really, really does.

He sometimes puts you down, implying that being a dancer is weak and stuff like that.

But when you knock him on his butt in sparring practice, that shuts him up pretty quickly.

He finds himself actually competing with you a lot, determined to prove he’s better than some “dancy-pants”. But you always perform better than him.

The two of you are always butting heads, so you’re not paired together very often. But when you are, you don’t end up working well together.

He develops a crush without realizing it and it just ends up making him even angrier.

But the moment he sees you in danger, he’s ripping the demon limb-from-limb.

Himejima Gyomei

The first time you dance, you move him to tears. He’s never seen anyone or anything so beautiful.

You find it funny that your pirouetting can literally make someone cry, but you’re gentle with the tearful hashira, telling him you’re honored he likes your ballet so much.

The two of you end up being friends, with him quietly enjoying your dancing and battle practice.

You end up being on a lot of missions together since, despite the difference in your abilities, you fight well together.

He loves you so deeply and is extremely protective of you, so the others are intimidated away by the gentle giant, leaving him as your only friend

[hamsternella]

[PART 2] Yandere!Muzan (+other demons) x Elusive!Reader

cw: yandere themes, stalking, blood, gore, violence, forced relationship, r*pe/non-con elements, mdni

characters in this one: muzan, kokushibo, douma, akaza, hantengu, gyokko

FIRST PART HERE

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Of course your arrival would not only interest the Pillars; now you also have the demons. Your missions have been encompassing the lower ranks, but as you eliminate them with simplicity and speed the word spreads, and with it comes the most anticipated interest.

Akaza is the first to bring the news to Muzan, the father of demons. It doesn't take long for Dōma to find out through gossip from Gyokko, alerting Hantengu in the process. You're a celebrity!

But fame is merely a temporary thing. Muzan finds your appearance curious, perhaps because you went unnoticed all this time until Ubuyashiki required your talent. What more could you bestow beyond a couple of acrobatics and the basic ability to wield a sword?

Yeah, sure.

He was wrong. And that's saying a lot—for Muzan, at least. But to have to see for himself who you were was to accept the first defeat: he had been wrong. You didn't just brandish a sword, leap and twirl in the air; nor did you seem to smell the scent of demons on the wind, much less contort your face into a grimace of horror. You had had one of the most powerful demons in front of you and the first thing that had seemed sensible to you was to ask the most ridiculous question of all:

'Who are you?'

Muzan

Muzan thinks you're an idiot. It's the only justification he sees possible to explain why you don't know who he is. Even when he introduces himself to you, the most logical thing you have to respond with is that 'he has to prove it instead of just saying it'. Ridiculous. As if that wasn't enough, you don't carry the weight of his revelation on your shoulders, let alone the fear hanging in your eyes, and you don't even put your hand on the handle of your sword. What are you waiting for? Was this all a plan of Ubuyashiki's to distract him? Was this a trap?

Muzan genuinely believes that there must be something wrong with your head. Maybe some terminal illness; or maybe you really are afraid. Possibly you were a coward. But the more time passed between you, the more the demon realized that he was still wrong about that. You just didn't care. About him, his name; neither did you care about fighting or defending yourself. It wouldn't be surprising if neither did death, if you could stand and be silent—the boredom eating your face.

It took Muzan an —embarrassing— moment to realize that the reason for your disinterest was because there were no longer any humans in that village. Or perhaps you had evacuated them, or one of your companions. You yourself confirmed to him instantly that Ubuyashiki was suspicious of a supposed appearance of him in the area, and that's why you went ahead. Muzan had to admit that the move was clever; but your way of making him feel humiliated, even more so. If that's what you wanted to achieve, at least: make him angry at your audacity.

"You should wield your sword."

"You could kill me now," you replied simply. "No one will stop you."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Of what?"

"Death, of course."

"I find no point in being afraid of such a good friend."

Muzan finds your ability to remain calm throughout the encounter fascinating. He could feel the rhythm of your breathing alter as his blows increased; not exactly the strongest, but useful enough to bring out a hint of your nature. You knew full well that the demon in front of you was playing games. It would be ridiculous to think it would be that simple to dodge and hit back a couple of blows as if it were nothing—but you continued to give it your all.

The resolution of this encounter has two paths with the same ending. The first is that you decide to escape, taking with you the demon's deep gaze on your figure melting in the night, in the distance. The wind dragging the murmur of your breath among the leaves. The second is you deciding to strike full on; the edge of your sword reflecting off the ruby surface of Muzan's eyes, before being stopped by his hand in midair. The flow of your blood would pulsate beneath your skin—the life coursing through your veins in a confrontation with death.

Whatever you do, Muzan can think of only one thing as he recalls the way your smile was planted on your face, perhaps the product of a state of pure adrenaline: you could become a demon.

Your laughter burst in your chest, vibrating along your throat, against his hand.

"Do you think my proposal is funny?"

"I think it's ridiculous."

"The idea of outwitting death all this time didn't seem entirely ridiculous to you."

"I plan to live as a human, and die as one. I don't understand the need for something as ridiculous as immortality is."

Your sword fell to the ground; your hands dangling in an instant from Muzan's arm.

"You do not fear the Gods," you muttered between your teeth, "but someday your judgment will be mortal—of that same mortality you once denied..."

"Mortality? Divine judgments?" he interrupted. A choked laugh escaped from between his lips; corners quivering in a crooked smile. "There are no such things. Have I ever been punished or even prevented from committing all the atrocities that haunt my name?"

His fingers caressed the skin of your neck, sliding the tips of his fingernails along your blood pulse.

"There is no such thing as Gods," he whispered. "Have I ever seen one, ever?"

A reflection of his smile appeared on your face, and Muzan had a bad feeling for the first time in a long time.

"You must look for them in the light," you whispered back. "Look at the light, Muzan. Look at the sun."

Clever little shit.

Muzan is turned away from you in an instant, trying in turn to hide a genuine smile as he watches you speed away into the light. You were going with the Gods—those who are cruel, unjust. You were leaving with a smile plastered on your face; more like a tense gesture, not exactly serene. He took the road back, almost disappearing into nothingness itself before being devoured by the sun.

After this encounter you may consider yourself unfortunate. The eyes of the beast were set on you with wild interest; humiliating memories behind them, and intrigue growing as time goes by. Muzan considers you weak but interesting. He believes your potential could be of help, both to you and to them—if you are a demon, of course. At first it is a proposal that he intends to offer you again, and that if rejected then you would have to die... if that's possible with you.

The dynamic with Muzan is somewhat strange. What makes him start obsessing over you is your ability to avoid death; even if you have it next to you, you never feel affected by it. He begins to designate different demons to find a weak point, something with which he can seriously hurt you or keep you cornered; but he soon realizes that there is no way to keep you between a rock and a hard place unless he uses force majeure. The most obvious is to choose some upper moon—marking you like an animal going to slaughter, with one of his best executioners.

Muzan would be an obsessive and possessive yandere to extremes. He is a violent demon, who enjoys sadistic practices towards you; and who can only come to experience some kind of 'love' for you if you yourself seek to manipulate behind the scenes his weakest point: you.

Whether you're a demon or not, it's pretty clear he doesn't plan to kill you anytime soon. He would never admit it, but losing you would be far worse than having to chase you all his life.

Kokushibo

Kokushibo regards your transformation with the same intensity as Muzan. He thinks it would be a waste of talent for death to come to you so soon; especially with how pleasant you appear to the eye, and how easy it is to exchange a couple of words without the need for a sword fluttering in the air or those uncomfortable, bitter vibes common to fear and anger. Nothing emanated from you—not even a hint of joy.

Kokushibo notes with deep curiosity how little you care about being in front of him. It is intriguing, but eventually annoying. He doesn't understand what is so wonderful about you that Muzan would extend his mercy to you. Of course, you are useful to some extent; but also extremely ridiculous and purposeless. If you had one it wouldn't matter either—even you didn't take your situation seriously enough.

It would take Kokushibo a long time to become obsessed with you, but once he does, he recognizes it; and with that, he becomes a real threat. At first he would be so because of his own demonic nature—his lack of principles and his lack of even psychological mortality, a product of years of living as a monster surrounded by other monsters. But being obsessed with you, Kokushibo becomes possessive and constant; never stopping in his tracks, whether he has to kill thousands or even exterminate villages to take over your humanity and condemn you to immortality.

Kokushibo is upset at the idea of sharing you, but he knows that if he were to refuse, everyone would fall victim to Muzan's wrath. Because of this, he only demands a certain amount of attention from you, within certain times and moments. It's very specific—but necessary to quiet his need for you. Kokushibo, being in a good mood, a product of your good attention and complete devotion, is a great training partner; as well as being an interesting individual to chat with thanks to his experience over the years. The anecdotes are plentiful, and will certainly keep you entertained.

Like Muzan, Kokushibo would be a possessive yandere in extremes. When angry he would be sadistic, but extremely passionate in intimacy. Both do not enjoy displaying in front of others acts of affection or appreciation, but would certainly do so in private; especially if you ask them to. It would cost much more with Muzan, being that he has a big barrier due to his own ego—but that is not the case with Kokushibo.

Should you earn their respect, you can rest assured that Kokushibo would be a pleasant companion, capable of providing you with something far better than those mundane pleasures you pursue as a human. Isn't that appealing? Immortality, power, and death in the palm of your hand; whenever you need it, wherever and however you like it best. Not that it matters, of course. By hook or by crook, sooner or later, you're going to fall—right in with them, where they await you with deep longing.

Dōma

Dōma is a danger to humanity, but especially to you. He becomes obsessed with you from the first moment, with all of Muzan's words fluttering around him as he engages in a fight with you. He finds your frustration amusing, and your incredible ability to hide it alongside other pure emotions—a serene face is the only thing visible to one who doesn't know how reason and heart work. But Dōma knows; and of course after the encounter he is fascinated.

He understands Muzan's obsession, just as he understands why Kokushibo chooses to agree with him. You have potential. You're not exactly a person who fights, because it's clear that you prefer to avoid it, but you know how to move and how to use your words to reach people. Dōma finds it entertaining; plus he can find that aesthetic 'charm' that Kokushibo talked so much about, referring to how nice it is to have you in front of him. Your aura is amazing.

Although Muzan and Kokushibo are dangerous because of how sadistic and violent they become, this is mostly a response to anger or disappointment. It's something that with Dōma is quite different. This guy is fucked up, because he may seem happy and nice, but he still enjoys sadistic practices and even sexual punishments —if necessary— for no apparent reason. He just wants to get his hands on you.

Dōma is excited about transforming you into a demon, so that he can see you accomplish many other things better than just wielding a sword and dying of old age. The idea of having you by his side for eternity is exciting, and unlike other demons, sharing you is not a problem for him; he finds it fun to watch you bond with other upper moons.

Dōma wants to teach you that life is something to be cherished, and that's why you need to be a demon if you plan to persistently seek to play with death. Impossible for you to get hurt that way! Besides, isn't it amazing to be able to have a lot of power and have amazing individuals like them on your side? Dōma loves devotion, and especially if it's directed towards him; constant attention, companionship... Let him know that you're not listening to him or that you don't believe him, and rest assured that some punishment will be laid upon you.

Dōma is an annoying and dangerous yandere. If you're the type who enjoys peace and quiet, then rest assured that you'll find it impossible with him around. You're going to need to assert your own dominance if you don't want to end up being considered a pet in his eyes—but not too much, anyway. Don't let him feel it necessary to punish you to remind you of certain ideas.

Akaza

Akaza does not cease to be a problem once he becomes obsessed with you, but he might be better than the others if we consider that he does not opt for physical punishment; just as he does not support sexual abuse. Akaza is an honest demon who shares the idea of transforming you so that you will endure over time. He believes you have a lot of potential for the future, were it not for your mortal limitations and your lack of interest in the benefits you could gain from embracing change.

At first your encounters with Akaza are about quarrels and pleasant chats. You find him an interesting demon because you can't quite understand his principles; and he, likewise, is interested in you because of who you are and how you do the things you do. The fact that you have so much potential but no one is interested in the company of slayers to develop it is frustrating to him. There comes a point where Akaza tries to force his blood into you, seeking to bend your spirit to transform you into a demon before Muzan and the others—but you escape at the last moment.

Needless to say, this event corrupts the image you had formed of Akaza, and drives you away from him with a growing hatred in the depths of your heart. He, for his part, regrets having made you react in that way, but only for having driven you away; not for having caused harm in your heart and conscience. What Akaza most fervently desires is to have you bound to the eternity they enjoy. Wouldn't you suffer more as a mortal?

Akaza would be a sweet yandere, but not considerate. He doesn't care about your reasons about humanity, justice or life. What matters is that you are safe from mediocrity and agony, and that you enjoy an eternity of endless power and pleasure. As I said before, Akaza is against the practices of Dōma and Kokushibo—especially with those of Dōma. He doesn't think it's a proper thing to abuse you and seek constant devotion; for what he adores most is your loyalty and your particular —but pleasant— way of being.

He does not enjoy sharing your time, especially if it is Muzan's time to have you by his side. Akaza is quite jealous and can't stand the idea of other demons laying a hand on you, or even addressing you in a disrespectful manner. Unlike him, who is patient and kind, fights with others —or sparring, as they liked to mockingly call it— are violent against you; always pushing your boundaries, forcing them. Akaza feels sorry, but on the other he can't help but feel satisfaction in having you—even if it means you suffer a little in the process.

Sooner or later you will have to go to him, either to learn to command respect and find your place, or to have some healthy companionship. As far as it goes, at least. Akaza is delusional about a lot of things, but have no doubt about how much you'll need him when you want a hug, and need the sweetness of a couple of words whispered in your ear to soothe the bitterness. He will always be there.

Hantengu

Hantengu is too terrified to approach you and complete Muzan's mission regarding your transformation. It is Dōma who ends up forcing him to meet you at the beginning, and who recommends him to use all his 'cards' to make sure you don't escape. What's more: did you know that it's because of Hantengu that you could end up being caught by them?

He alone is pathetic, and it's hard for you to carry on a conversation without seeing his fat tears streaming down his face as he trembles like a miserable wretch. There comes a point where you question whether you could afford to abuse his misfortunes to feed your frustration with life. Whether you do or not is entirely up to you—and no one and nothing will stop you in the process, keep that in mind. Of course, your actions would have future consequences.

It doesn't take long for Hantengu to decide to get into the game in the best possible way: with his manifestations. Each and every one of them is much more active with you than he could ever be; and depending on whether or not you have abused Hantengu, they will react to you in a positive or negative way.

If you decide not to harass him:

Hantengu would be a sweet and shy yandere with you. He would not need his manifestations at all, and at a certain point he would find your company as a soother for his anxiety and misfortune.

Sekido would be the one who holds the reins in the 'relationship', always taking care of your punishments and your rewards depending on how you act with them. He is the most jealous, too. Sekido would be the most likely to abuse you; sometimes even lying about things you haven't done, just so he can lay a hand on you.

Karaku would be the most likely to sexually abuse you, always at Sekido's side, as he enjoys your fear and pain. Other than that there is not much more to tell; he is someone unpleasant and tiresome, but easy to ignore if you beg enough from Sekido or Urogi.

Aizetsu is the most delusional, but also the easiest to handle. Not having made Hantengu's life difficult makes him hold you in good esteem, and he decides to be the shoulder you can cry on while he feeds off your grief and your need for emotional support.

Urogi is hopeless but funny; at least if you start to lose your mind and need to pretend some other kind of normalcy. He's not delusional—he definitely knows what's going on and supports it wholeheartedly. He's quick to admit how much he likes you, but he doesn't lay a hand on you until he notices that you're minimally opening up to him. Urogi can save you from Karaku, but not from Sekido.

If you decide to harass him:

Sekido is much more violent with you. It is a constant. His punishments are brutal, and his abuses habitual. Begging him for help to get rid of Karaku is impossible; it is he himself who invokes the other manifestation to take advantage of you.

Karaku enjoys seeing you being abused by other demons, going to the extreme of making it public and even more humiliating if possible. It is such a punishment, that your body ends up wounded; and no matter how many regenerations you have, the psychological damage is permanent and incapable of being explained with words. Akaza is aware of the fact; Dōma and Kokushibo have sometimes participated in the sexual encounters, adding their own punishments.

Aizetsu believes that you lack something, and that you are afraid to open your heart to new opportunities. So much is your pain —in his mind— that you go to the extreme of harassing the weak and sensitive; taking advantage of them to satiate your bitterness. He does no physical harm—but without a doubt, Aizetsu is a master of psychological torture. The punishments of the other manifestations and his emotional harassment bring out the worst in you.

Urogi recognizes that you need to learn a lesson, and starts abusing you along with Karaku when Sekido needs help. He enjoys adding Aizetsu, because he thinks it's sexy how much your face contorts in shame when they tell you what an idiot and piece of shit you are. Nothing is hotter than raping you while you beg for mercy. He'd still love and appreciate you anyway—you're funny at the end of the day.

Gyokko

Gyokko is the last one you meet, considering he spends his time working on his vases, or being busy devouring humans and collecting them for his artwork. As Dōma constantly describes him you'd rather not run into him; but eventually, at a meeting between the moons, he makes his introductory act, and for you it's impossible not to look away, disgusted.

This demon is particularly sadistic—worse than Dōma, depending on your perspective. Gyokko is narcissistic, so as soon as he recognizes that it is you whom Muzan praised and pursued so madly, his jealousy blossoms quickly. He hopes your fame doesn't go to your head, or he'll have to put you in your place. You have to be very careful with everything you do or say around him if you don't want to end up in pieces.

Gyokko begins to obsess over you as a result of his constant delusions about the two of you being 'rivals'. He is haunted by the idea that you are all the time making fun of him, considering yourself better and more skilled; but it takes some time for all his ideas to turn into an uncomfortable perspective for you. Gyokko believes that you are the one who is obsessed to a certain point.

He sees your attempts to listen to him as a way to get closer to him and his ideas—to mock, steal or destroy them. Gyokko recognizes that on your own you are already amazing and beautiful; but he also considers that you are unfit to be a demon, that you are a worthless piece of shit and deserve punishment to put you in your place. At this point Akaza's advice or help is useless.

With luck and wit you can win his favor, and get Gyokko to consider you more than just a useless piece of meat. You could be his muse! If it wasn't enough with him getting jealous of you, now you'll have to watch him get jealous of others; because Gyokko hates the idea of sharing you, but he knows better than to just break Muzan's golden rule. Because of this, he takes his anger out on you and blames you for others forcing him to have to share your body and charms.

Gyokko's favorite punishment is to force your body to fit inside his best pots, where he enjoys your panic at the cramped space and impending darkness. Sometimes he forces you to be surrounded by blood and gore; or suffocates you as Dōma abuses you. But be careful not to break the vessel! Each piece is a mouthful of pain through your esophagus.

Gyokko is one of the most problematic and tortuous yanderes. I feel sorry for you. Even his jokes aren't good—but if you pretend to be a mess, at least he won't get jealous while teaching you how to make pots.

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Fun facts about...

MUZAN,

If you win his favor, he is willing to punish Gyokko; or also Hantengu and his manifestations.

He is ironically one of the most passionate and enjoyable lovers during sexual encounters.

If he's in a good mood, of course.

He gives the longest but most interesting conversations. (He's better than Kokushibo!)

KOKUSHIBO,

He appreciates the moments in silence, staring at you.

He loves the way you fight.

In private he likes to praise how very agile and strong you are; as well as elegant and captivating.

If it's not true, don't tell him; he doesn't like to be contradicted.

DŌMA,

He gets excited if you show you feel something other than hatred for him.

His wet dream is for you to accept a seat next to him in hell.

He likes to watch you sleep; sometimes he even covers your nose so you can't breath.

He likes to hug you.

AKAZA,

It makes him tender to see you wake up when you can't breathe because of Dōma.

He is somewhat embarrassed to have to access you sexually.

Twice he has been a spectator of your sexual punishments.

He is bitter to see you like this, so he decided never to do it again.

HANTENGU,

(If you don't harass him) He secretly admires you.

He thinks you're some kind of lucky charm.

He is a potential stalker.

He loves it when you caress his back.

GYOKKO,

If he is ashamed he becomes violent.

If he becomes violent, you pay.

If you do but he doesn't think it's enough, you'll suffer worse.

So don't say anything when you find out he's looking for the perfect flower to create a unique pot for you.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hellooo may I ask if you plan to continue the kny cats series?

KNY Kitties | 4

Sooner than the quadruple had liked your friend had returned and was eager to take her cats home

And while the sad mews from the kittens broke your heart it was nice to see the Magenta and Waterbug reclaim their role as guardians

Once again alternating between following you around the house and watching the kittens

While you’d like to say all was back to normal it was not

The blonde Turkish angora with rainbow eyes seemed to be finding himself at your place more often 

With a new friend named Snowflake 

Turns out your friend who owned him did return from her trip 

But she had fallen in love with the idea of traveling and had convinced her boyfriend to do the same

Which meant you were left to take care of both of their cats for the foreseeable future

As disappointing as that was having the new short hair around helped balance everyone out

Keeping the mischievous Angora busy 

Otherwise, life was good 

You were hanging out even longer with your new landlord

And cracking down on the only cat that seems to be escaping from your home:

“Okay, my babies! I’ll see you all in a bit I just have to make a quick run! Behave please!”

The sound of your voice suddenly disappearing behind the door caught everybody off guard. As far as they were concerned you were just getting a snack in the kitchen, you’d said so after getting up from cuddling with Magenta. The kittens who had previously tried to fall asleep beside Giyuu immediately snapped awake to go to the door to mew sadly. As though their crying would bring you back they held their little protest for a few minutes, deciding to sit by the door to wait. Giyuu figured he’d check on them before speaking to Muzan who was taking this opportunity to rub himself all over your clothes. 

“Oi Muzan. Aren’t you stretching yourself too thin?//”

Without looking up the former demon king only intensified his scent smothering. 

“How so?//”

“All week you’ve been jumping between being a cat and the ‘landlord’s son.’ Is there no stress on your body to be switching so often?//”

“No, I’m as infallible as I was in the past.//”

Giyuu hides the distasteful flicking of his tail at the prideful assumption. He didn’t really care if Muzan was caught, he was only worried about the rest of them transforming. If that time were to come.

“Ne ne Akaza-chan! Who do you think will be transforming next?”

The striped short hair groaned trying to slink away from Doma as they entered the bedroom. Giyuu’s ears twitched as he made his move to stay on the bed. Better to stay out of their way but still watch the Uppermoons.

“For all you know, it could be me!”

“Please we’d all be in trouble if it’s you.”

“Why wouldn’t you like it if we all go and live with our Master?”

Muzan perked up from the folded clothes to do his best to glare at his subordinates continuing to make biscuits on them. 

“I wouldn’t let you live with me.”

“What?! Master why?!”

“(Y/n) would get the wrong idea about me and I will not have you disrupting my relationship with them.”

“How mean! Would you say the same with Akaza?”

“....No.”

“Whhyyyy?!”

Giyuu refused to say anymore jumping off the bed to the front door. He planned to check on the quiet kittens rather than listen to the useless drivel that was this conversation. He hoped none of it would be considered true. But if this was going off of physical prowess from their past lives that would be a likely scenario rather than Tanjiro. Giyuu was disappointed to see that Tanjiro hadn’t had the same changes he noticed Muzan was having before he first transformed. 

When he finally entered the kitchen and doorway of the house he found the kittens precariously stacked on each other while standing on the counter, attempting to grab some treats. Recently you’ve been trying to teach the kittens some commands and tricks. Unfortunately for you, the kittens were smart enough to wish they could have those treats all the time. 

“Tanjiro, Nezuko, Rui! What are you all doing?//”

A series of ‘uh oh’ and hushed whispers told him all he needed to know. Easily he hopped up on the counter to safely break up the little stack they had going on. They proceeded to whine and complain as he sent a scathing look to all of them–specifically at Tanjiro.

“Tanjiro what is this? I would’ve expected more from you.”

“It’s just that they were both hungry and they were crying–”

“That’s no reason to do this. If you’re so hungry you’ll wait until (Y/n) gets home.”

“But–”

“No, buts. Off the counter.”

But of course, as the kittens begin to slink away preparing for the drop-down, Muzan intervenes. 

“What seems to be the problem.”

Giyuu prepares to speak only to be beaten by Rui. Who proudly tattles as though Giyuu was in the wrong. 

“The old man says we can’t eat even though we’re hungry!”

“--Hey!”

Muzan probably already aware of the true situation coyly sits at the bottom of the counter. 

“Well, that’s not right then.” 

With a smooth snapping of bones, the human form of Muzan stood tall and more than able to reach for the treats. The kittens cheered letting out happy mews as he opened the bag and began leaving some food out. Giyuu groaned in the only way a cat can. 

It is then his dark blues spot the small device above the refrigerator.

“Mu—!//”

Before he could get it out the door swung open. It is then that Muzan turns completely naked to look horrified at the main doorway where you had your phone’s light flashing with a picture and your jaw hanging open. 

“OH MY G–”

[kakushino]

In the dark

Tomioka Giyuu x GN! Reader

You find him - a respected and docile Hashira - killing a civilian. You also find that he is not so docile.

Tags: suggestive, dub-con, Yandere content Word count: 0,6k

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AN: He makes me unwell fr 😵‍💫

“Running is futile, kakushi.”

The cold voice sent shivers down your spine - from thrill or fear, you didn’t know. Your heart was loud, a heavy beat that made you deaf to your surroundings. Was he coming from the left? Above? Right-?

“Got you.”

Scorching hot hand shoved you against the alley wall, both of you suddenly enveloped by darkness as a cloud covered the moon, your breath hitching from surprise. Despite his apparent roughness, one palm protected your head from connecting with the building behind you. 

Body on body, he didn’t let you move out of his presence, or squirm away. His eyes were piercing, fluttering all over your face as if to memorize your disheveled state, cheeks hot from running, lips parted to take in more air. Giyuu felt a surge of desire just seeing you like this, his mind providing images of you on your back with the same visage, only it was him who made you this way. 

Then again, Giyuu had made you this way, hadn’t he? 

There was a rising incessant ache in his gut - he felt starved, and you were the only one who could sate the hunger deep within. Giyuu acknowledged the monster within, and did nothing to stop the maniacal appetite he had for you. 

Giyuu had first seen you at the clean up of a particularly gruesome scene. Battle had long finished, but he wanted to make sure the body of the victim was treated properly - and there you were. Running to aid him with all you had, even sleep deprived and tired from the journey to the site. He had never seen a more beautiful sight - until next time he saw you, and the next, and the next. 

All it took for him to set his inner beast free was a civilian profusely thanking you for your service one night at an entirely another location. They dared to ask you for a date with Giyuu right there. Did they not know he was your future husband? Did they not know you were his? His precious pearl to cherish…

He felt your knees shake, so weak and helpless - he had you in the palm of his hand, he could protect you, keep you his - fed, warm, stuffed full of-

He licked his lips.

You were so precious, he just wanted to eat you up.

“To-Tomioka-sama, please,” you begged. It was the sweetest song he ever heard, and it made him roll his hips against you, letting you feel his lust. Your breath stuttered. “Please, let- let me go, please…” 

“Call me Giyuu,” he ordered in a low voice, rough and half-mad from need. He leaned closer to you, capturing your lips desperately, your gasp of surprise only allowing him to deepen the kiss. It was sloppy, it was devouring - he needed to make you understand, he needed to make you see, feel, how he longed for you every single second of his days since he first saw you. 

You moaned softly - the sound going straight to his throbbing cock - and you no longer struggled. Your hands clutched onto his uniform, returning his kiss with newfound zeal that sent his mind spiraling with pleasure.

You understood. You wanted him too.

He sensed the moment your knees would give in, and he grabbed your hips, sliding his palms to your thighs to make space for him between your legs, and oh- 

The feeling of him pressing against your sex was heavenly. Combined with the sloppy kisses, he was already so, so close. 

Giyuu pulled back to let you breathe, to take a look at the mess he made of you. Your lips were swollen, and it felt like another open invitation to kiss you with even more passion than he had already delivered. And you wept so sweetly, for him, it was intoxicating. Dewy lashes fluttering over your eyes, the moon adding a sparkle to them. So lovely, so beautiful, all his.

All his.

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[reine-uls]

What is this trope I created 🧍‍♀️

Both are even demon x human

[mamayan]

Dear Yanny,

I am desperately humbly requesting a yandere Giyuu being yandere, very very yandere, with a relatively willing darling AFAB/fem reader and a side dish of bedroom spice.

I am in tears.

Sincerely, Desi <3

Let’s do a yandere profile then for Giyuu! I’ve been wanting to try out this format for a minute now.

☆Giyuu Tomioka★

YANDERE PROFILE || OPEN TEMPLATE!

cw: NSFW • Obsessive/Possessive Themes • Implied kidnapping/imprisonment • Yandere • AFAB! Darling

Type

Overprotective!

This yandere type is obsessive and possessive of their darling, but they believe that their actions are justified in the name of protecting their darling. This yandere type may infantilize or cross boundaries their darling lays down. They intentionally or unintentionally take away their darling’s independence.

Giyuu is constantly in a state of worry for you, he’s thinking of you at nearly every second of the day and when you don’t consume his every waking moment, you appear in his dreams. Did you sleep well? Have you eaten? Did you eat enough? Have you gotten sick? Was someone rude to you? What if you’re hurt?

This type of obsession leads to tailing/stalking/monitoring. He watches you at any and every moment he can, and when he can’t then someone he trusts is. Giyuu learns all your habits, likes and dislikes, fears and dreams, and will insert himself into your life. He doesn’t need to be loud or boisterous, in fact his calm demeanor and presence allow him to seamlessly blend into your world without raising any alarms.

This leads to possessiveness forming. His attachment deepens over time and a sort of ownership forms. It stems from his detailed knowledge of you and even your private life which you’ve never shared with him personally. He sees himself as someone who knows you completely, thus making him the most important character in your life.

He doesn’t understand why you’d spend time with anyone else but him. Those “friends” don’t know you hate that food, but they ignore your indirect ways of steering away from eating it. He knows you dislike it, and he’s happy to eat your favorite food with you, even if he doesn’t love it personally. He’s unafraid of stealing you away too, pretending nonchalantly to have been just passing through with a bag full of your most adored goodies, inviting you away from whatever situation you find yourself uncomfortable in.

Giyuu is a gentleman, even in his most unhinged state of watching you sleep at night in your home you were sure you locked up tightly before bed. He’s not going to be mean or hurtful, his yandere tendencies stem from lack of control in life and deep loss.

Breaking Point

Once “danger” threatens their darling.

Giyuu’s instability would worsen over time, not immediately. It would coincide with his feelings for you. The more he falls in love, the more he begins to stress about that love being taken away in some tragic accident. He’s lost his best friend and sister, how can he lose you too? He’s always being protected by those he cared about, shouldn’t he be the one to protect you then?

Giyuu would ponder and even be consumed by guilt once he realized how powerless he truly is to keep you completely safe. You had a life to live, how could he be so selfish as to tie you to him by a short chain and never let you go?

He won’t take action until a threat is posed… even if that threat is only within his own mind.

It could be a demon nearly harming you, a person that is mean towards you, or even you being clumsy and hurting yourself which could set this trigger off. The longer he waits, the more the line of danger becomes skewed. In the end, he’s giving in to his own paranoia. There’s no way to truly escape this break.

Lucidity

7

Giyuu is actually fairly aware of how wrong his feelings for you have become. What was once innocent and pure has become warped and twisted into something entirely off. He shouldn’t think of you 24/7 nor should he be keeping such a detailed account of your life. It’s completely wrong of him, illegal, invasive towards you, and he feels immense guilt for it.

At first.

At first, he’s consumed with anger and disgust towards himself. He’s one hundred percent lucid at this point and fighting back against his urges and desires. He loves you, how can he be thinking and doing these things?

As time goes on however, his fight with himself becomes a losing battle. He wants you, needs you, has to keep you close. It’s more than he can take really, and in the end, isn’t he pitiful? Won’t you stop struggling? He adores you, he truly only desires your happiness and safety…

In his arms, of course.

Perception of Darling

Complete adoration!

Giyuu is not the sort of man to worship his darling in a religious sense, because humans are flawed and he wouldn’t truly love you if he ignored your flaws right? He loves those too, so Giyuu falls under the category of adoration.

With complete adoration is how Giyuu views you, his beloved darling.

He struggles not to constantly pamper and even mildly infantilize you, though he doesn’t view you as incapable. It’s the opposite in fact, shouldn’t someone as capable and smart as you be spoiled more? He thinks so at least. He wants to take away all your worries and struggles, all of them, because he wants to keep you safe from more than just outside threats.

He wants to protect you from the ones inside too. He knows what depression and anxiety feel like, how they can destroy you from the inside out, and he doesn’t want you suffering from the same thing.

These feelings are pure but his actions can reflect something different.

In his quest to rid you of all troubles, he can unintentionally make himself a trouble, one which he can sadly not rid you of. His simple solutions may even complicate things, like telling you to quit your job and rely on him financially when you complain of a co-worker. He struggles to listen at times, in his desperation to keep you happy at all points in time, and this can be frustrating.

Whether you are screaming at him in rage, crying in fear, or trembling with anxiety… he still thinks there’s no one more adorable and lovely than you. It’s difficult for him to feel anything but love and patience for you, even if he’s the cause of your outbursts.

It’s not that he believes you can do no wrong, it’s just that he could simply care less. As long as you don’t harm yourself, or try harming him (though he understands that much more), then there’s really not much that would cause his perception to waver.

Love Language

Words of affirmation

Giyuu enjoys words of affirmation the most from you. He enjoys all other love languages too, but in a way he somewhat forces quality time (stalking or kidnapping), acts of service (you breathing), receiving gifts (your presence). Physical touch would be a close second, but Giyuu can actually go without it should you not like it.

It’s your words though he cannot receive without you willingly giving it to him.

What he wouldn’t pay or do to hear you tell him “I love you” or “I forgive you” because he does feel guilty taking you. The guilt just doesn’t outweigh his overprotective instincts which drove him to take you in the first place.

Tell him he’s wonderful, compliment his hair or eyes, or tell him you’re grateful for his presence in your life. All will make him melt, his heart softening into silken tofu by your sweet words.

He also loves your voice, so you speaking at all makes his heart flutter. When you decide to utter kind words with that voice?

He’s gone.

Ability/Danger Level

10

Giyuu is as dangerous as he is pretty. Not to you of course, but to any and all who may or may not pose a threat to you. This includes family and friends too. He’s not above harming or even killing for the sake of protecting you, though he’d never reveal his actions out of his own volition.

He likely will get blood on his hands, especially since it becomes easier to take people out without you noticing once he’s kidnapped you. How can he allow someone who has harmed you to continue living and breathing? Even if the damage was only psychological, he views it as a trespass against his own and it will be met with violence or some similar horror.

He really doesn’t feel any guilt either, though he does have a strong moral code, especially for children. But that weird man who tried sexually harassing you?

The world can go without that sort of scum.

Punishment

Light/Non-scarring

Giyuu is likely one of the most patient yanderes out there, but he’s not without some temper. The quickest way to find yourself over his lap with your ass in the air is to try escaping or harming yourself.

His punishments, even when he’s in the worst of moods, will never be anything terrible. The worst you can expect is isolation.

This will seem fine at first, even enjoyable if you truly wish to get away from him, but over time it will wear you down to a sort of fragility you wouldn’t expect. It’s horrible being alone, maddening to a point you may break down and beg. He’s not able to bear hearing it, so he’d either lift the punishment as you having learnt your lesson or hide away.

A lesser punishment he might use is spanking or privilege revoking. He might ban you from the garden or walks you enjoy or put you over his knee and make your poor bum burn for a little. He’d never hit you anywhere else though, and of course, never use anywhere near his full strength in spanking you. It’s honestly little taps to him, but you might disagree when it hurts to sit later.

Giyuu may even be inclined to deny you sexually/or an orgasm if you are sexually intimate.

Reward

Constantly

How can he not? He wants to spoil you rotten, so much you can’t even fathom living without him and all he provides.

Giyuu absolutely rewards you with freedoms as his darling too, and you’ll learn to truly appreciate them as time goes on in captivity. The more accepting and loving you are towards him, the more freely he takes you out and allows you to do things. He doesn’t think you incapable as a human, which means he doesn’t mind TV, books, or entertainment as long as you aren’t using them to escape.

He’s not stupid and proves rather difficult to manipulate. He may let you play your game to let his guard down, but know once you make a move he’s showing you how futile the act is.

He’s happy to spend money on you though, whatever you like too. He’s a simple man and doesn’t really spend much on himself besides the basics and necessity, so he’s actually happy he gets to use his money for something besides collecting interest. Let him decorate you, or get all the fancy tools for your hobby you’ve always wanted. It’s not hard to get him to “reward” you. In fact, it’s harder to make him stop.

Style

Kidnap!

Try as he might to resist it, he wants nothing more to chain you to his side. That’s not possible though, he’s got obligations to attend to, but he can lock you in a gilded cage.

Treatment

A delicate flower~♡

He’s actually a bit hard to read when you first meet him, but he melts like ice on a hot summer day in your presence. Others may complain about his personality, or lack thereof, but you wonder if they’re talking about the same Giyuu that you know.

He never shuts up? He’s always bringing you fresh bouquets, sweets and snacks, any and all items that catch his eye which he thinks you’ll like. He’s detailed and incredibly considerate, and this doesn’t change when you’re taken captive either.

Though he won’t allow you to leave him, he can still give you… space. Your own room if you request it, a little garden, your space, as long as it doesn’t involve straying too far from him.

He’s not controlling in a sense of depriving you of basic human abilities, like cooking or using tools. He knows you are capable of taking care of yourself, and he’s careful not to make you feel otherwise.

He really tries. It’s not always perfect though. When you’re cooperative and willing, he has an easier time letting go of the reigns, but when you aren’t? He’ll lock doors and drawers like one might with a small toddler, his mistrust will show through his actions.

Intimacy

Sexually attracted~

Giyuu’s feelings for you are pure in a sense, but he’s a man with wants and desires…that just happen to all be directed at you.

He craves to hold and caress you, and he’s a bit embarrassed to admit he’s done so while you’ve slept. Your defenseless sleeping expression invokes both envy and adoration. He wishes he slept like that and also wishes you’d never sleep any other way. It’s intimate to him, cradling your slumbering form in his arms, pliant and sweet for him to gaze at until the sun rises. His anxiety for you is quenched when he holds you like so, and he enjoys the peace it brings him emotionally.

If you reject his physical affection, Giyuu is surprisingly one of the few yandere types to respect that boundary.

Don’t be mistaken though, he’s not above manipulating your feelings if there is a chance you’re only rejecting him due to the circumstances you’re in. It’s understandable to be frightened in the beginning, he’s not pushy in asking for anything from you that you aren’t willing to give to him.

But he knows he’s an attractive man, and feels nothing walking shirtless before you, or training while you can see. He’s seductive in how he’ll speak to you, lowering his tone and softening it, making you lean in closer to hear him. That’s when you’ll smell him, a clean and masculine scent that will confuse your mind and body because how can someone evil smell so good?

It won’t be hard to succumb to his advances if you’ve been intimate before you’d been taken. He’s detailed, remember? Confident he knows you inside and out, and that includes your weak points. Where to whisper or breathe to make you melt, where to touch to have you gasping, and how to deep he needs to thrust to make you scream. He’s well aware of how much pressure and time he needs to spend between your legs, how to lick your drooling cunt to have you shake and spasm, where to curl his fingers to make you tear at his locks.

No, Giyuu would never force any sort of intimacy on you. He makes it terribly difficult not crave it in fact.

Freedom

Minimal to none—

While in his presence, feel free to ask for walks, dates, or shopping sprees. He’s fine with taking you out so long as you act normally too.

Otherwise expect nothing. No freedom. Your cage may be luxurious and beautiful but you will never leave it, not without his supervision. He won’t budge either, there’s no convincing him something is safe or acceptable. It’s one of the few times you will see him stern and unbending with you, nothing you do will make him cave.

Begging and pleading may even irritate him enough to punish you as well. Why do you want to leave so badly? Is he so terrible to you?

Habits

Sleep watching

Giyuu spends an abnormal amount of time watching you sleep, even at the expense of his own rest. This won’t ever actually affect you, as he never outright tells you he does this, but if you figure it out or wake up unexpectedly to catch him… it may make you nervous to fall asleep.

Sexual Kinks (for non-platonic yandere)

Marking/Praise/Edging&Overstimulation

Giyuu felt these urges mildly before he met you. He’s aware he likes being told how well he’s performing, holding off an orgasm for him or his partner, or making both himself and his partner a mess with overstimulation.

It’s so much worse now though. He can’t help how desperate he becomes with you, how needy and near feral it makes him to just think of filling your pretty pussy up with his cum. It’s sad almost how you turn him into such a pathetic man. He wants to brand himself on you, it wars with his need to never hurt you too, so he settles by sucking bruises into your skin and occasionally biting you. He’s vocal when you’re both intimate, he tells you how much he adores you, what he adores about you (everything), and how good you are for him. His precious pearl, his ocean and entire heart, he’s not the least bit ashamed as he grits his teeth and cries your name as he comes apart. Giyuu loves teasing you and himself too, working you both so close to the edge before stopping, leaving you both whiny and desperate for one another. He needs you to cling to him, to beg for more, to take it too.

His kinks aren’t one sided. He wants you to mark him up, in the way he wishes he could bring himself to do to you. So drag your nails across his skin, make him wear a collar of your bites and kisses around his neck, pull his hair and bruise him. Anyway you show ownership of him is welcomed, though the amount of dominance he’ll accept from you is dependent on your acceptance of your new life with him. He’s less inclined to release the reigns of control when you’re still adapting, cautious and fearful it may be a ruse to trick him and escape. He’ll relax eventually, and even begin to crave the times you tie him up and torment him like he does to you. Deny his poor aching cock again and again, make him beg for you and worship your sweet cunt as you ride his face, and then deny him again just because. He’d even accept if you just stopped there, leaving him painted red and panting, exhausted but not finished. He’d be entirely grateful if you took mercy too, rode his pretty thick cock until he became delirious and keep going even after he’s cum, moving your hips like a goddess on his lap while he pleads for rest and mercy. He can cum multiple times, but it borders on painful after the third, he won’t complain much though if you test his limits.

He’s happy to return the favor, but Giyuu’s favorite way to overstimulate you both is deep hard sex, holding your gaze as he fills you over and over, your pussy oozing his white hot load each time he pulls out to put you in a new position, before he plugs you right back up. Giyuu likes to cum pressed as firmly against your womb as he can, and he likes when you cum around his cock. It feels to most complete to him, and he cherishes the pleasured look on your face.

If it ever becomes too much, a quick way to make him finish is to praise him too. Tell him how good he makes you feel, how beautiful he is, how you like what he’s doing. His hips will always stutter in surprise, blue eyes widening as he gasps and tenses, cock twitching and threatening to spill just from your lovely voice complimenting him.

Boundaries

The front door—

How can he protect you if you run away? He draws a solid line at the doorway. You will not be crossing it without him or else.

Leniency

Strict

Unsurprisingly for an overprotective yandere, Giyuu is incredibly strict.

You’re health and safety are top priority for him, so from when you wake up to when you fall asleep, he’s got all of it tracked.

Your daily needs are monitored like your exact location in his home. He likes having eyes on you at all times. He won’t enforce specific meal plans, but he makes sure you are eating enough, you’re getting enough vitamins and nutrients, and doctor visits are regular. He even knows your menstrual cycle.

You will be asking him for any and all things, he keeps that under tight control. If you want to bake bread or grow a garden, it will all be done through his means.

Overall Rating

89/100

Giyuu Tomioka is an incredibly dangerous yandere!

While he poses minimal threat to you as his darling, he’s a risk to the outside world and your surroundings. He’s sure in his carnage in the name of protecting you, and he’s lucid about it too, which makes him quite threatening.

You’re chance of escape is little to none, and the punishment following it will surely make your teeth ache.

Snippet

“You’re trying to leave?” His tone is soft, no true indication of his mood to those unfamiliar with him.

You were familiar with him though, and his words made your blood run cold. You weren’t trying to leave, you had only wanted fresh air in fact, but the position you were in now made that difficult to believe even to your own eyes. Balanced on the flat surface of the kitchen counter, you were struggling to open the window due to the cold having frozen it outside. Once you had gotten it open, like an animal you’d stuck your head out immediately. It was an instinctive reaction in all honestly, you just wanted the cool air on your skin.

You should’ve gotten him to do it though, he would’ve, you knew, but you’d wanted to do it yourself. To have the little moment all to your own. A foolish goal in the end, as this was where it took you now. He’s not looking at you, just leaned against the entryway with his arms crossed and a cool expression painting his features, head tilted slightly down.

“I’m not!” It’s too quick a denial to absolve you of suspicion, especially as you scramble down with a face appearing impossibly guilty. “I just wanted to open the window,” you explain, but the nervous rise of your voice and the way you look frightened only make his eyes narrow a fraction. He doesn’t believe you. You need him to believe you, because your punishment for escape is always his silence. It’s damning to your senses that crave company and interaction, his patience greater than your own.

“My love, I swear, I really, truly wasn’t,” you stepped closer, heart rate picking up as anxiety tickled your senses. “I would never leave you,” you whisper, coming up to him even as he gazes down at you with eyes pooling with disbelief and suspicion.

He’s unable to resist pulling you into his arms though, wrapping you up close to him and appreciating your softness in his grasp. It helps as you wrap your arms around his neck, press yourself impossibly closer, and whimper in his ear. His grip increases a fraction, a shiver going down his spine while one hand slips further down to cup your ass and lift you.

His strength amazed you at times, and terrified you at others.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, whispering promises of never leaving his side and loving him forever against his lips before he silences you with a kiss. His soft lips warm and coaxing as he takes you out of the kitchen and towards your shared room in the house. His hold becomes a bit too harsh as you’re laid on the bed, his weight blanketing you. His eyes are darker than usual, deeper pools of blue you worry might drown you as he slips his hands beneath your skirt, calloused fingers running along the soft flesh of your thigh as he spreads them. A burning need deep in his gut to remind you where you belong.

“Who do you belong to?” It’s so light against your lips you nearly miss it.

Until he tears your underwear off, a yelp elicited from you at the sting on your flesh from where he tugged and tore them.

“You!”

He easily slips between your legs, fingers sliding through your folds, finding your puffy nub and applying pressure until you’re moaning.

“G-Giyuu…”

“That’s right. You belong to me, don’t you pearl? All mine,” he’s pressing into you, two fingers opening you up despite your entrance weeping for all of him. Still mostly clothed you grip his sleeves, whining because it’s not enough, his lips hushing you again. He swallows all the little noises you make, tongue invading and stealing your ability to think as he fucks you with his fingers. Each shlick of your pussy has you heating further, the lewd wet noises he elicits making your legs tremble around his waist.

He breaks the kiss, rubbing and stretching your gummy walls before curling his fingers and vigorously attacking your poor g-spot, his lips tugging into a smile as you shatter for him.

You’re left limp beneath him, the orgasm he tore from you too quickly made you dizzy as you pant and gather your mind again. Giyuu is already sliding the tip of his cock through your slick before you can recover, pressing forward once he’s lubricated enough to slip past the tight first ring of muscle into your warmth. His cock spreads you perfectly, opening you up and leaving you gasping for air due to the sensitive inner walls being stimulated further.

It’s desperate and messy how he fucks you, intertwining your fingers and pressing them beside your head, kissing and marking your neck up while repeating under his breath how you’re his.

“Mine too—!” Your airy cry has him sinking even deeper, a groan coming out at your own claiming of him.

“Giyuu—,” he wants nothing more than to brand your soul with himself.

“Yours,” he nods, looking into your eyes as he bullies his cock against your poor cervix, using his thighs to press you up further, almost in half while he fucks you.

“All yours,” he moans, burying his face in your neck while he stuffs you full, the room heating as you did, your core tightening around him while your body edges on the beginning of another orgasm.

He stops just before you can cum. His weight and warmth immediately leaving you as you cry out in denial. Your wide gaze on his cooling expression, his jaw taunt with tension.

“Giyuu…?”

“Not till you learn.” Your confusion must show on your face.

“That you’ll never be safe unless you’re by side.”

He didn’t believe you.

“But I—,”

“Shh… I know, my sweet pearl.” He’s blanketing you again, warmth returning to your body but his eyes remain cool.

“You’ll learn eventually.”

Something dark swirls in those depths, your gut telling you to run but…

There’s no where to go.

Dividers hand drawn by @benkeibear !

[chiharuhashibira]

Hello!! May i request Yandere Giyu headcannons and what he'll do for the reader if it depends on his life like hes SERIOUSLY OBSESSED with the reader and would do anything for she/him you can pick the gender! *(Don't do it if you don't want to i am not forcing you Goodnight or Goodmorning or afternoon or evening idk!! :D)*

I WANT! And good evening from where I am at rn!

Thank you for this wonderful request UwU

I know I am a day late on Giyu's birthday but I still want to write this~

Happy birthday Giyu hihi I love youuuuuuu!!

Anyways, let's go now to his HC 🥵

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Content Warnings: Upper part is SFW but don't scroll down the NSFW Warning if you're a minor! MDNI!

🌸𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚🌸

A little backstory: You are a very attractive demon slayer; however, you have this attitude. Some say that you are much too fit to be Sanemi Shinazugawa's tsugoku, and yes, you are. Even if you're not Tomioka Giyu's tsugoku, he makes sure that you always accompany him on his missions, as he is SERIOUSLY OBSESSED with you. He doesn't care if you should be partnering with Sanemi; he'll just do anything to be with you. Giyu will definitely give up everything just to have you by his side, which definitely shocked you as, at first, you had seen him as a very nonchalant person. But then he fell in love with you when you went on a mission with him. It was like magic. You didn't do anything, but it seems like he experienced love at first sight with you. Then everything changed. You became a couple, and he's possessive in a way that you also love.

❥ Giyu loves touching you. He uses training as an excuse to steal caresses from you and sometimes even kiss you. It surprised you the first time he did this because he is usually very reserved, but then you realised that Giyu can be quite affectionate, especially when it's just the two of you. Especially when it is just you and him.

❥ Tomioka doesn't like it when he hears other demon slayers teasing Sanemi. Giyu ensures that the Wind Hashira knows that you are already in a relationship. It even went to the point where he slapped Sanemi's hand away from you when the Wind Hashira was correcting the way you hold your nichirin sword.

❥ Giyu hates it when he sees you with Sanemi. However, he can't just take your privilege to be the Wind Hashira's tsugoku because he is jealous of him. So then, he takes your free time as an opportunity to be together. It's mostly rendezvous, as he always sneaks in to be with you. He knows Sanemi will try to kill him if he knows about this, but apparently, all Giyu could think of is that he doesn't care if Sanemi knows or not.

❥ On missions where you'll need to be disguising, Giyu makes sure that your partner won't take advantage of it. He usually gives them those dead-eyed looks that will immediately shatter their souls.

"No touching. If I knew you touched Y/N inappropriately, I'd end you."

That is not so Giyu-like, so you'll end up surprised but also amazed.

❥ Giyu loves to play with your hair. He would often whisper that you're his and his only while doing so. That would make you giggle, and of course you should assure him that you're only for him.

❥ At times when you arrive at the Butterfly Mansion, wounded from a mission, Giyu will be there much earlier than Shinobu Kocho, who already lives there. He will make sure to know your state first, even before the Wind Hashira, whom you're training for, knows.

❥ He makes sure that he'll be the first person you'll see as you wake up. And when you do, Giyu will plant a longing kiss on your lips, as if he had waited for years to do so.

❥ Giyu will take care of you. Or, at least, insists on doing so because he hates other people touching you. He even starts a beef with Shinobu if she tries to be the one to change your clothes.

"She's mine. I'll do that."

❥ One time, Sanemi got pissed off with his attitude and decided to load you with tonnes of training just to put a break with Tomioka's constant bothering. But that didn't stop him. Giyu recommended Sanemi do a hard-core mission, and fortunately for him, Ubuyashiki-san agreed. So that gave time for the both of you. And yes, Sanemi ended up okay but wounded just because Giyu wanted to be with you so much.

❥ At the time when Sanemi was away, Giyu made sure he fucked you every single moment of the day. Instead of the sword training, you had that stamina and cargo training with him on almost every part of Sanemi's estate.

❥ Giyu loves marking you. He's obsessed with you, so he makes sure he'll get a taste of your skin from head to toe. But what he loves the most is eating you out and sucking on your titties, as those parts of you taste so delicious to him.

❥ Tomioka loves doing it rough. Surprising right? He likes overpowering you in bed. He loves it when you moan his name so loudly that you might wake the servants nearby. But actually, he doesn't care. He likes it risky.

❥ Giyu makes sure to leave love bites on your body. Sometimes it is so visible that it annoys Sanemi a lot. The Wind Hashira despises it, not only because he has a soft spot for you but also because Giyu is a nuisance when it comes to visiting his residence. But of course, that won't stop your man from sneaking in and giving you the best nights of your life.

❥ The Water Hashira isn't just good with swords; he's also good with his fingers. He won't stop fingering you until you tell him that you'll only be there for him.

❥ Horny Giyu is like a disaster, at least for the Wind Hashira. If you don't fuck inside the poor man's residence, Giyu will sneak you out and take you home. One time you even missed training just because he missed you so much that he wanted to fuck your brains out all day. Sanemi will even raise this issue with Ubuyashiki-san, but the man will not believe him as he knows Sanemi as the troublemaker and Giyu as the calm one who wouldn't do that kind of thing.

❥ When it comes to you, Giyu is ready to give up everything. He just loves you so much. And yes, you love this Yandere Giyu too, even if sometimes he acts rashly and selfishly. You just want him so much as well. It might sound crazy, but you'll rather have him this way, as you know that even if he is like this to you, you're also one of the reasons why he calms down. And he's the only reason why you do so as well.

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

This might be a little bit OOC on Giyu's part but I want some fan-service, at least for us HAHAHA!

Anywayssss! Thank you so much for this request! I love yah all and advance Happy Valentine's Day!

Feel free to request, reblog, or comment!

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸