#yandere mitsuri x y/n

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What about a y*ndere Obamitsu x reader? Also I love your theme!!

I DONT REMEMBER WHAT THEME I HD BUT I THINK IT WAS MY YELAN ONE SO TYYYY

yandere!poly!obanai and mitsuri

Anime/fandom: Demon Slayer

Characters: Poly- Mitsuri Kanroji and Obanai Iguro

Warnings: I don’t proofread, yandere themes, guilt trip, obsessive behavior, overprotectiveness

A/n: on call w baeee

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Mitsuri Kanroji and Obanai Iguro

It felt like everything stopped when they saw you, all they could focus on was you and how you walked, and how you carried yourself

Your criaturas, your uniform, your arms, legs, nose, mouth, hair, and eyes—every part of you was being carefully analyzed by the two hashiras who lightly blushed while looking at you

Form that day on they would watch you from afar, never too far from you, just enough to the point where it could be considered a coincidence that you happened to be in the same place where they were for what happens to be the 100th time.

It didn’t take long for Obanai and Mitsuri realizing they both share feelings for you, they agree to be together and try to convince you to join them as well

They would plan beforehand and show up at your favorite place to eat before you do so they can start a conversation with you and it wasn’t long until you were close with the both of them

They were waiting for the right moment to ask you to join them in the relationship and whenever you or someone showed interest, that person would end up not wanting to hang out with you anymore

You’d always go to where Obanai and Mitsuri and tell them how your friend stopped talking to you and told you they didn’t want anything to do with you, and how scared they seemed of you

“What a shame! I’m sorry, [y/n], we’re still here for you though, right Obanai?” Mitsuri reassured you while trying to hide her smile and looked at Obanai who nodded and gently caressed your hand

“We’ve been wanting to ask you something… important.” Obanai started and you looked at him with confusion, “we’ve been talking and we’re wondering if… you wanted to join in the relationship.” Misterio nodded and smiled at you.

Albeit hesitant, you agreed and you swore that you saw a malicious glint in their eyes before it disappeared just quick as it appeared

Their love is overbearing, you were never really outside anymore unless it was missions which involved either Obanai and Mitsuri going with you.

Mitsuri knows people see her as a gentle kind hashira and uses it as an advantage to make you stay with her in the estate, she looks at with teary eyes begging you to stay and hugging you close until you agree. If only you looked at her than you would’ve seen her coy smile.

Obanai on the other hand would tell you how dangerous it is and bring up how if your other friends left you, then who’s to say other people out there won’t? But don’t worry, they won’t leave you, they love you too much to ever do such a thing

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(KNY) YANDERE PLATONIC! KOKUSHIBO x SISTER READER: You, Shibou. I, Kokoro (CHAPTER FIVE)

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CHAPTER FIVE: "These explanations are valid. But it should be known if the same day a friend of the desperate hasn't spoken to him with an indifferent tone.."

Mourning is the expression of grief after someone died. There are several types of mourning with an example being Chronic Grief.

Symptoms for this kind of grief can include extreme feelings of hopelessness, A sense of disbelief and a loss of meaning. All of which can lead to severe clinical depression or thoughts of self harm and even suicide.

The song of sparrows and swallows danced through the summer breeze, All sat nestled within the vegetation as they hummed their melody.

The soft sunlight shone down upon the shrine, Giving a blessing of quiet light to the abundance of blossoming flowers nearby. [F/N] blinked once, Trying to figure out whether what she was seeing was a mirage or reality.

Was this the afterlife? It certainly felt like it as the gentle warmth caressed her skin, A calm embrace that pacified her worries. It felt peaceful, Something so tranquil that she couldn't help but melt into the porch she was perched on.

She felt the heat of the wood as she laid against it, Like a firm hand cupping her cheek as she basked in the sunlight. Her worries quickly dissolving into nothing at the touch.

Afterlife.. Why did she mistake her everyday as the Afterlife? How did it even come up in the first place? [F/N] had no idea. She huffed lightly, Only mildly confused as she nuzzled further into the comfort of the timber.

She took a moment to take it all in. The rustle of the leaves, The cicadas in the bushes, The clear sapphire skies looking over her. It was beautiful, A serene little world all to herself, It was paradise.

Life was nice, It was simple and tranquil. She tended to the crops, To the shrine and the wellbeing of the forest. And after she was done with that she could spend her day roaming around with the wildlife, Spending time with her brothers and watching them train.

It was good.

"[F/N]..!"

She heard her name called out to her, And without a second thought or any bodily control [F/N] jolted up from her lying position to look across the courtyard.

"Lying on the porch again? You're gonna get sunburn if you keep doing that.."

[F/N] watched her older brother, Michikatsu, Slowly make his way over to her. He had a single hand on the hilt of his sword while the other was wiping the training sweat from off his brow, A light smile playing on his face as he did.

"Michi-Nii! You're back!" [F/N] exclaimed as she hopped up from the porch, Quickly dusted herself off before running over to him and jumping into his arms so swiftly that it made him stumble back a bit.

"Ah! [F/N], You need to be more careful.. You could of knocked me over." Michikatsu scolded, Yet the warmth playing in both his eyes as he held her up told [F/N] all she needed to know.

"As if! You're too tough for that." [F/N] grinned as she looked down on her older brother.

Michikatsu shook his head lightly

"You really give me too much credit sometimes.." Michikatsu remarked as he brought his gaze away from her, His smile was still there yet [F/N] could see the slight quirk.

She reached over and held his shoulder, The touch bringing him back to his senses as he looked right back at [F/N].

"You don't give yourself enough credit, You're able to train for hours at a time and not even get tired. I'd definetly consider that tough!" [F/N] said, The smile evident in her voice as she said so.

Michikatsu frowned

"I hear you saying things like that all the time to Yorichii, You know? I appreciate your words but.." Michikatsu trailed off from his sentence, The venomous undertone spiking in concentration at the mention of his twin.

[F/N] squeezed his shoulder.

"…But Yori-nii doesn't train for hours at a time, Does he? I mean all my words to him, I really do but if I am being honest.." [F/N] paused as she lowered her voice. "You've got drive to be strong. It's really admirable, You know? Yori-nii may be strong and such but honestly, You have the passion to do it.. It's you who I look up to." [F/N] admitted.

A nervous giggle followed her words, Like she was slightly embarrassed by the fact she was actually able to confess it to him.

Michikatsu seemed shocked as he heard this, The light in his blank eyed stare seemed to spark up like wood to friction as he looked up at his sister. The grip on her grew only a smidge tighter as he smiled.

"You.. You really mean that?" Michikatsu asked.

[F/N] beamed back at him, An expression that almost seemed as warm as the sun as she looked back at him.

"Of course I mean it! You're my-" [F/N] cut herself off suddenly, Her words dying on her tongue. The happy grin slowly dissolving into a puzzled frown.

"[F/N]?" Michikatsu asked as he noticed the grip on his shoulder loosen, Then eventually fall to her side.

"You're my.." [F/N] mumbled. Michikatsu set her down onto the ground, Her feet lightly touching the smoothed dirt as she stood there quietly.

Michikatsu went down onto a single knee to level his eyes with her far-off ones.

"[F/N].. Are you alright?" He asked, Eyes searching for the answer as he watched her brows knit together. Her stare returning to him as her visage contorted into a slightly alarmed expression.

"I.. I don't know.. Who are you?" [F/N] exclaimed, Her stance stumbled back. Her breath growing heavy as she felt the world around her darken, The sun burning so bright before seemed to melt away into a endless black void.

"[F/N]" Her name sounded so distorted when he spoke now, As she looked back at him she could see that it wasn't just the sun that was melting.

It was his face too.

Like melting wax his features turned into sludge. His nose, Eyes and mouth all dripped down and fell into a puddle on the ground, Which started pulling them both in like quicksand.

[F/N] screamed.

She tried to pull away once his molten arm lunged out for hers, Yet she was too slow. His rapidly deteriorating limb locking onto hers, Yanking her forward off her feet and into his grasp.

[F/N] cried even louder, Tears starting to rush out of her ducts as she felt the sludge touch her skin.

He kept making noises as he pulled her in, Strangled and choked wails like he was in pain. Like his vocal chords were mangled and severed inside his throat. [F/N] struggled, She flailed about in his hold. Kicked, Punched, Hit, Anything. Anything at all to get out of the sludge starting to envelop her whole.

It latched onto her legs, Onto her arms and her mid-section. It was like it was desperate, Like it's life depended on bringing her as close as possible.

What was happening? Why was the entire world that seemed so tranquil before turn into a candle wax nightmare? The entire world seemed to follow suit of the monster intent on consuming her, Dripping away and mixing together like a raindrops on a window.

Her screams mixed into the dissolving world too, Sounds combining with the shrill cries of the monster as she felt the nigh-boiling heat of his molten flesh grasp onto her face. [F/N] felt her own skin start to bubble.

Then eventually, She felt herself start to melt.

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Her body jolted like skin to an exposed wire, Eyes shooting open as she gasped for air.

She felt her lungs rapidly expand then decrease, A cold sweat running down her back as she tried to gather her racing thoughts. [F/N]'s body felt like it had been frozen to the touch, Both with the sheer temperature of the chilling room and the stiffness of her unthawed limbs. They felt so numb, The only feeling was the minute aching of her joints so far spread that it was like she hadn't moved in weeks.

What happened? [F/N] gripped the side of her head, A throbbing pain in her frontal lobe pulsated as she groaned in pain. It made it hard to recollect herself, To remember what could of happened.

Her spare hand felt around, Vision still a tad blurry as her fingers met the soft touch of thick fabric.

[F/N] tried to blink away the fuzz in her sight as she continued to feel around, It was the cotton bedding of a futon.

She groaned, Finally piecing together enough parts of the puzzle to come to terms of what happened.

[F/N] had fallen asleep, She had another nightmare.

[F/N] sighed. A tired yet tad annoyed exhale of air escaped her lungs as her body stilled onto the futon like a rolling coin, The soft mattress feeling like delicate silk on her skin as she relaxed.

Her memories, They came back to her like a heeling dog. [F/N] recalled the fight with Uppermoon one, Her fatal injuries, The destruction of her shrine.. She felt her heart jolt at the thought of it.

The walls which sheltered her through thick and thin, The ruined hallways that held such talkative life and the ceilings that housed the injured and maimed.. All destroyed within a single night.

The thought of it disgusted [F/N], During the fight she hadn't thought much of it- The raw adrenaline being a distraction to it's fall. She calmed down rather quickly however.

The fight with the Uppermoon, Her injuries, The shrine's destruction. It wasn't real, It couldn't be.

Because she was currently lying in her bedroom.

It was dark, [F/N] could barely see a foot in front of her due to the poor lack of lighting. Despite it however she could make out the basic shapes of furniture lying within the shadows. The closet, The dresser and the tatami mats lain out were all there, Just like they've always been.

The shoji door's that let in only a crack of periwinkle light, The several statues of worship scattered about, Everything she owned, They were here.

It all must of been a dream, Her bedroom was destroyed along with the rest of the shrine so it was completely impossible to be lying down on her futon right now.

[F/N] felt a low frustration rise in her throat. These nightmares were getting out of hand. It was easier when it was the blizzard, Then she knew what to expect, She knew what she was getting into despite how horrid it would be.

Now? Dreams involving "Uppermoon one", Both the melting flesh and the shrine invasion were so much worse. They changed every time, She had no idea what was coming, Had no preparation at all.

The latter was particularly worse. Mitsuri's face, Her hysterical begging for [F/N] not to go, It burned into her mind like a branding. Not to mention the finality of her death only to wake up and find out it was just a nightmare.

[F/N] thought she finally got it over with, She supposed not however, The shrine was proof of that.

Though these dreams had to be a sign, But of what?

[F/N] stretched her arms slightly, Trying to wear off the numbness in her joints as she tried to haul her upper body into a sitting position, Only to yelp out in pain and fall back into the silky mattress.

A sharp pain feeling appeared in her abdomen once she tried to get up, It felt like a dozen knives stabbing into her, Twisting and turning within her guts.

[F/N] groaned, Her hands reaching down to the point of pain only to come to touch with what felt like bandage dressing.

Her eyes widened, Needing to confirm this information she quickly shoved off the covers protecting her from the cold draft. And sure enough, She was right.

Wrapped tightly yet carefully across her abdomen were thick bandages, Wrapped entirely around the front to her back.

Small splotches of red seemed to stain parts of the dressing, One's that made [F/N]'s jaw drop agape as she peered down at her core.

What.. What does this mean..?

Her dream.. In her dream she was fatally wounded, She had finally died.. All due to deep injury inflicted on her. It had to be a dream though, She was in her shrine of course!

But it was here, The dressing was covering the exact place she had been struck.

[F/N] planted both hands on each side of her and with great effort she slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position, Careful not to trigger the pain.

Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as she finally sat up. She was simply dressed in an oversized Jinbei, Sleep clothing that seemed too big for her stature yet stayed comfortable draped on it anyways.

She breathed in and out. What was happening? The shrine around her started to seem more distorted than it did before. Furniture seeming bigger or smaller than she remembered, Things misplaced.

All of it just starting to seem.. off.

It was her shrine but.. Something was wrong. Something very wrong. The feeling creeping up her spine didn't help either. An uncomfortable dread climbing up her back and drenching her in sweat, A feeling that felt like she was being watched.

Her open maw snapped shut. Her body growing rigid in place, The eyes like that of a gorgons.

Something was watching her

From her peripherals, She could see six glowing amber eyes were watching her from within the darkness.

They were piercing. Even though she only dared to see through the corners of her vision she could tell how intense their gaze was, How they seemed to be looking right through her, Glaring right into her soul.

She felt her hands start to tremble. Her mouth growing dry as her thoughts felt like they were going a thousand miles per minute, Racing to find a solution.

The eyes.. There eyes were looking at her.. What was she going to do? What could she do?

[F/N] had no time to think as they started to move.

The six glowing points shifted and moved within the shadows like fireflies. [F/N] could only make out the general shape of the being as it morphed within the darkness into what looked like a standing position.

[F/N] didn't need to have another thought, She knew who it was. It was the man from her 'dreams'.

Uppermoon one.

In her dream or at least what she thought was a dream he seemed much less.. Imposing. It's not to say he wasn't, He certainly was but it was easily ignorable due to the heat of the moment and [F/N]'s own desires.

But now as his frightening form emerged from the dark corners, His sinister prescence nigh-radiating from his figure she could only turn her head over in horror to meet his hellish visage staring right back at her.

This was the man from her dreams. The man in the blizzard, This was him.

The image of his open mouth ready to bite down, Body lunging for her. Teeth digging into the flesh of her arm. All of it flashed in her mind in rapid motion. How could she be so stupid to not figure it out?

This was what Inari was warning her about.

"You're awake.." His voice sent a freezing chill through her system, Her heart feeling like it was restarting inside of her chest as her breathing grew ragged.

Her mask. Where was her mask?

[F/N]'s fight or flight activated. Her fighter instincts finally kicking in as her hand shot out to where her mask usually sat, Hidden within her haori.

But she came up empty, Her hand only touching the side of her jinbei.

Her mask was nowhere in sight.

"I've been waiting so long.. For you to awaken.." Uppermoon one rasped. He took careful calculated steps towards her, A steady pace that moved him closer to [F/N] ever so slowly.

What was he going to do to her? She couldn't fight back, Her mask..

She was completely useless without her mask. It was the source of her body strength, The one she was most used to fighting in. Her body now was too frail, Not to mention the large gash in her abdomen.

She was helpless.

The only thing she could do was back away on the futon, Pushing herself as far into the corner as she could. Get as much distance between him and her as she eyed him up and down, Waiting for his next move.

"W-What do you want.. How am I here..?" Her voice was filled with defensive malice, Yet it shook under the weight of the situation. Her terror seeping through it all.

Kokushibo didn't falter in his stride as he approached her. The room was dark, The only thing illuminated was his eyes as he stopped in front of the futon. Staring down at her shrunken form.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, His knee's crouching down so he was as close to her level as possible.

[F/N] felt like a sitting duck under him. His hand reached out, Light from his eyes shining off his claws.

She clenched her eyes shut, Not wanting to know wha-

A cold palm touched the side of her cheek, A chilling sensation that felt like dry ice on her skin, So much so that it almost felt a scorching fire.

"Open your eyes.. I want to see them.." He commanded. Out of fear she did what he said and gazed up at him.

She looked upon his face, Her eyes locked onto his that looked down at her with such an odd emotion, Such a strange way his bloodshot eyes seemed so calm. A way that disturbed her down to her very core.

His palm was cupping her cheek, Claws careful not to graze her as his thumb rubbed gently over her skin. Eyes searching for something before a small uncanny smile appeared on his face looking so unnatural on him, Showing off the row of sharp teeth settled in his maw.

"You're here.. You're really here.. The gods have given you back to me after all these centuries.." He mumbled under his breath as his thumb rubbed the outline of her cheekbones.

[F/N] didn't understand, Mind like tangled threads as she spoke out once again.

"W-Where am I.. Why.. W-Why am I alive?" She cried. Tears brimming on the ledge of her eyes as she shied away from his sickening touch, Not for long however as his hand just gripped the side of her face harder, Keeping her in place.

Kokushibo shook his head lightly.

"You are frightened.. It is understandable.. You have woken up with an injury and most assumedly a headache.. I do sincerely apologise for that.. But I ask you to calm down.. You are safe now.." He spoke, His tone trying its best to mimic a comforting tone while [F/N] didn't believe his words for a single second.

She swallowed down the sheer terror in her throat.

"A-Answer me.. W-Why am I here.. Alive?" [F/N] repeated. Kokushibo only caressed the side of her cheek, His face filled up with thought as he began to speak.

"..It is a rather silly question.. Why you are here should already be obvious to you.. And alive..? You are lucky I was able to provide first aid.. Otherwise.." He trailed off, The last of his words going unspoken as his smile dropped.

[F/N] took the chance to speak, A small slither of vigour still left in her as she did.

"It's not obvious at all.. Explain it to me, I-I should be dead.. I should.. Why am I alive, Where am I.. What do you plan on doing with me?" She looked back up at him with the steadiest expression she could muster, One of which he completely ignored in favour of his stare turning.. Miffed.

"You.. You should be aware of why you are here.. Do you not recognise me, Little one?" Kokushibo asked. His demeanour started to shift to a more recognisable aura, Something serious. More dark in the hum of his voice.

"I-I.." She recognised him alright. His face was burned into her vision every time she blinked. Met his eyes every time she slumbered, But judging by the tone of his voice.. That wasn't the right answer.

"No.." [F/N] said, Shaking her head as she watched his frown contort into a scowl. One which she shrunk back into the corner at as he dropped the hand cupping her cheek, Letting it fall to his side.

"I.. No.. You said my name.. You called me by my nickname, The one you always used.. You remember, Don't you?" Kokushibo's voice, The serious tone was still there, Permeating his voice yet the lilt undertone of a pleading man, Desperate and confused radiated within his voice.

[F/N] sharpened her jaw, She had no idea what he was talking about. He spoke as if he knew her, Like she was an old friend yet she couldn't recall ever knowing him.

"I.. I don't know your name.. I-I.. I don't know who you are.." [F/N] replied.

Her words seemed to trigger something within him, His scowl growing more angry as he backed away from the futon. [F/N] watched on as he turned his back to her, His body going completely still, Almost disturbingly so as he just stood there without making a single move.

[F/N] took a deep breath in, One she didn't know she needed as she tried to steady the beating of her drumming heart. The sweat dripped down her face freely, She needed to make a move.

Quietly swinging her legs over the side of the futon she placed them down onto the wooden floorboards, All while eyeing the demon a few feet away from her like an ticking bomb.

[F/N] softly got up from the futon. The pain in her abdomen diluted down, The shock before had caused it to seem worse than it already was. It was bad, But she could work with it, She always had.

She placed another foot down in front of her, The wooden boards were old, She needed to be careful as she quietly circled around him. Trying her best not to alert him to her movements as she went.

[F/N]'s stretched out hand eventually felt the wood of the shoji door, The one letting bioluminescent light through the single crack it made. Feeling around she caught her fingers on the edge.

She carefully slid it open, Though it didn't matter as the careful light illuminating from the other side flooded into the room like a rising sun over a dead night. Snapping Kokushibo out of whatever trance he had been in and jerk his head over to her position.

"You..!"

[F/N] didn't wait to hear what he had to say, Her feet moved for her as she took off into the hallway at the first alarm raised.

She ran throughout the hall barefoot, The sole of her foot feeling the sharp splinters digging into her like porcupine hide as she went. It didn't matter in the slightest though, Not the pain stabbing into her soles or the warped caricature of her shrine's hallways as she sprinted through past the old tapestries and near-ancient support beams.

Is he following me? Where's the exit? Run now, Think later she chided. [F/N] didn't stop for a second to look around or listen out for the possibility of heavy footsteps following her as she went. Her mind was dead-set on escape.

She sharply turned round corners, Fumbled her way through the winding hallways as she finally reached a set of creaked cedar stairs. [F/N] took no time in descending them, Each step slightly bending under her quick motions as she got to the bottom.

Despite the warped mimicry of her shrine, Walls and hallways worn out and minimized, [F/N] could still navigate it with a finesse that left her fast on her feet.

Her internal GPS carried her feet and guided her along. In front of her was the main shrine doors, Two wide cedarwood doorframes with windows that let in a bluish-green light into the shadow blessed pathway.

This was it. She was going to get out, It was only a few more seconds until she reached her salvation. Her exit from this live-nightmare, Such a thought that made her pace quicken. Heart thudding so hard she felt like it would explode.

[F/N] reached out her steady hands, Reaching the door she slammed her hands down and shoved them wide open to where the courtyard should be.

Rushing out int-

[F/N] stride shuddered in its steps. The once determined sprint fizzled out into a walk, Then she stopped completely in her tracks all together.

Her eyes widened, Irises shaking in their sclera as she felt her knees start to wobble.

W-What.. What does this.. Where..

In front of her wasn't the courtyard. No.. It wasn't the courtyard at all.

Standing before her was an infinite sea, An endless dark plane that seemed to stretch on forever. There was no end. Up, Left, Right.. All of it was an infinite expanse in all directions. A fast breeze blew out from nowhere at all, Hitting her face and snapping her out of the horrified trance she was stuck in.

She snapped her head down to the ground she was standing on. What should of been the smooth dirt of the courtyard was instead a wide rickety dock, One that seemed just as endless as the void, Branches of the dock stretching out like tree roots around the shrine connecting and ending seemingly at random.

This.. This couldn't be real… This must be another dream, It had to be! It appeared like a lovecraftian-esque pocket dimension, Nothing from the real world, Nothing from reality at all.

Her palms were clammy. [F/N] took a few wearied steps, Disbelief shown in her eyes as she felt the heel of her foot land on nothing. She yelped out, Quickly backing up onto the dock as she peered over the edge.

It was an aquamarine sea. The one that the dock's structure ventured deep down into the depths of, Blurring out in the faint turquoise glow rising up from the foaming aqua. Gumussevri, The light it emitted being the only source within the infinity surrounding them.

This didn't make sense.. It couldn't.. How could it? [F/N] felt the glimmer of hope extinguish under the seafoam waves of the water below. How could she ever hope to escape..?

[F/N] felt the slow depression of the dock before she heard the footsteps. Heavy, Slow and stoic as she felt the doors behind her shut gently, That being the thing bringing her attention as she turned around.

Kokushibo was only a couple metres away from her. [F/N] felt her eye twitch, That's why he didn't run after her.. That's why he didn't catch her a soon as she stepped foot out of the room.

He knew she had nowhere else to run.

"[F/N].. I am offended.. Why would you try to get away from me..? You.. You must remember me.. You must. You said my name, It's undeniable proof.." He accused, Standing in a complete stance.

His eyes pierced into her like javelins, Sharp and scrutinizing yet it still held that strange quality of desperation. It made her shiver and that in turn made his frown sharpen. How he knew her first name didn't matter to her in that moment, She only opened her mouth ready for a rebuttal.

[F/N] breathed. She had gotten this far.

"I've told you, I don't know your name nor do I know how you know mine. I don't know who you are and I certainly don't know what you want with me.. Whoever you think I am, I am obviously not." [F/N] argued. She bared her teeth, Trying to steady her jaw.

Kokushibo shook his head. He took a single step towards her and in response she took several more back.

"[F/N].. You have been asleep for a few weeks.. I suppose I should of predicted your confusion but.." He paused

"Maybe it's possible that you don't recall.." He muttered. A few weeks?! She had been asleep for several weeks, Assumedly healing under the care of this cold monster standing in front of her acting friendly as it could.

She'd lament over it later though, What mattered was here and now. And right now he was starting to aggravate her.

[F/N] clenched her fist. How stubborn could he be? She didn't know him, Had only seen him as warnings in dreams yet he acted as if they had known each other for decades. He was completely delusional and to spite all the terror she was feeling in this moment, It pissed [F/N] off.

"Then if you do not remember.. Let me refresh your memory, Little one.." Kokushibo said.

"My name is Kokushibo.. I hold the highest rank within the twelve moons, Sitting at Upperrank one.." He started.

"Though.. You should be recognising me as Michikatsu Tsugikuni.. Your older brother.." Kokushibo announced, His eyes staring down onto her, Closely examining her facial expression. Waiting intently for her reaction.

[F/N] stilled. Her body growing rigid as if she was fixed to the dock by nails.

"..I'm sorry.. What?" She asked. Her eyes blinking rapidly as she looked up at him in disbelief.

"..I am your big brother.. And you are my little sister.." He repeated so clearly yet his voice seemed incoherent to her ears. [F/N] swallowed a lump in her throat, If she thought he was delusional before he now looked completely insane to her now.

He was a demon.. An Uppermoon, He must of been hundreds of years old at the very least yet here he was claiming to be her sibling? It didn't add up, He looked at her like she was meant to understand but she couldn't find a single puzzle piece that fit.

"Impossible.. You're hundreds of years old and I have absolutely no older siblings.."

Kokushibo breathed out, The carbon dioxide showing in the chill-raising air as he took another step forward towards her. This time, [F/N] didn't move back.

"Impossible, Yes.. I thought the same thing once I saw you again.. You died near enough five hundred years ago yet there you were.. Bleeding out within the rubble of your desecrated shrine.. For centuries I grieved for you.." He lamented. A sudden pain crossing him as he seemed to recall something deep within him.

He was spouting sheer madness. He was the one who took her here against her own wishes and nursed her back to physical health, It made her heart writhe around inside her and this time she couldn't bite her tongue.

"I-I am not your sister, We are not related in any way… I don't know how goddamn delusional you need to be to think as such! You are a demon, Not my brother.. I want you to piss off and leave me alone, You fucking monster!" [F/N] cried. The terrified tone only an afterthought suddenly grew back into the forefront of her mind as she watched him close.

As soon as the word monster rolled off her tongue his body stilled, His expression going blank as he stared down at her with an unrecognisable expression. It disturbed her right down to her stomach, Even more so when she felt the heat.

"You.. You will not speak to me like that, Little one.." He said through gritted teeth. [F/N] felt her body raise up into that state of flight or fight once more, His soul radiating such a boiling hot heat that [F/N] could feel it in her bones.

It was obvious he was trying to hold back his anger, Yet it spilled out of the brims of his expression. The twitch of his fingers and the glare he gave her, She could tell and it utterly horrified her.

"As your older brother and the last remaining head of our clan.. You will treat me with respect.. It doesn't matter if you're confused or have.. forgotten entirely.. You address me in proper honorifics like a good younger sister should." Kokushibo hissed. Venom near dripping off every word as he started approaching her trembling form.

His footsteps were slow, Drawing out every step as he finally loomed over her. Shadow cast over him as [F/N] looked up at him, Body aching for her to run.

Whatever façade of cold comfort he put up was completely shattered now, His eyes brimming with malice and his fingers itching the reach for the hilt of his sword. Itching to strike her down.

"I've been praying for this day for centuries.. For the wish that you would come back to me.. You said you would never leave me again, And I fully intend to hold you to your promise.. You cannot run.. So come back here now and I will forget this little mistake.. If you do not, I assure your time here will be much more.. Nightmarish.." He commanded lowly. Slowly moving towards her

"..No matter how far you go I will always be right behind you.. You will not escape me."

But that didn't mean she wasn't willing to try.

Her legs moved before she could comprehend she was. Quickly turning around and sprinting off down the dock in her nightwear and splotched dressing as she cried out in sheer utter helplessness.

Kokushibo paused as he watched her go. He didn't bother run after her, He knew she wouldn't get far.

As [F/N] carefully navigated throughout the labyrinth of docks she could hear his quiet voice call after her, Echoing through the void and seeping through her as she ran.

"Tire yourself out all you want.. Run as long and as far as you like but you will never be able to leave me.. Not again. When you come back.. Do not expect to be treated with such affection that I have offered you thus far.. Not until you stop with this stupid rebellious phase of yours.."

Though [F/N] could barely hear him, As his silhouette shrunk further and further into the vastness of the void.

All until he disappeared completely

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Knock! Knock! Knock!

Three soft and precise knocks hit against the thin cut of the rosewood door.

Sounds of quiet shuffling could be heard from within the house, Settling of cups and screeching of chairs as footsteps started to move their way over to the closed entrance.

The door slid open only a peep, Only enough for the weathered face of a middle-aged man to careen his head over to get a good look out past it.

"Hello..?"

"Hello there!" A polite and cheery voice spoke out to him, One that sounded exaggerated and overly-friendly compared to his quiet yet cordial tone. The girl the voice belonged to smiled lightly and clasped her hands together.

"My name is Shinobu Kocho from the Demon Slayer Corps, If I am not mistaken.. This is the Kanroji household is it not?" Shinobu asked. Glassy orchid eyes staring into the ones of the older mans, His own softened at her introduction as he nodded.

"Ah.. Yes. You two must be my daughter's colleague's." He said. The slightly cracked open door slid ajar, His shoulders softening and a small welcoming smile grew onto his aged face as he looked at the two slayers.

Shinobu, A woman of short stature similar to that of a mantis. She held an eternal far off gaze that seemed clouded with the salesman smile plastered onto her face like concrete. Her butterfly haori and short tied hair danced in the wind as he looked over at the other man behind her.

"Greetings.." Was all the other slayer said as he lightly bowed down to him.

Despite being taller than his colleague, He was still rather short. He had a mop of choppy black hair that looked overgrown as it covered his shadowed his face well, That and along with the bandages he used as a mask made his features nigh hidden. The only thing peeking out from over the mask was mismatched eyes.

"Ah, You must have more manners then that!" Shinobu exclaimed lightly as she giggled it off.

"I apologise for my friend here.. This is my co-worker Iguro Obanai. And yes, We're here to see Mitsuri-chan about recent events I'm sure you've been informed of?" Shinobu inquired, Tilting her head to the side while Obanai muttered something under his breath and swept his head to the side.

Mr. Kanroji nodded, His smile only dropping an inch.

"Yes.. I'm aware. You two better come in then." He nodded as he stepped a side, Raising an arm to welcome them into his abode. Shinobu smiled and thanked him as she made her way inside, Iguro following closely behind her as they entered the livingroom.

It was a cosy little room, It was homely and warm yet had enough room for a large family to move around in comfortably. It was beautifully decorated, Clean-cut furniture and masterfully painted moving doors.

It was a rather large family home, The inner walls of the house being compiled of entirely open shoji-doors revealing the wide open plan of the entire building.

"It's a nice home you have.." Iguro muttered as he made his way to the middle of the room.

"Thank you. Me and my wife are both rather house-proud.." He chuckled lightly "It's been easier to take care of since the little ones have grown bigger and gotten much more responsible. I love them all, But do they make mess I'd tell you.."

Shinobu airily laughed along with him.

"Yes! I have a few little girls who I provide for back home with me, Children are quite troublemakers aren't they?" Shinobu replied as she turned to the man.

"Aha! Isn't that the truth.." He smiled. "Though unfortunately we aren't here to talk about our kids.."

"No, Unfortunately not." Iguro confirmed, Nodding his head lightly as he started talking.

"It's about The Shrine Invasion Incident that occurred a few weeks ago, We're here to talk to Mitsuri-san about what happened when she was there and get her statement. About both the demon that attacked and the.. Casualties" Iguro explained.

Mr. Kanroji sighed.

"Yes. You're referring to [F/N], Right?" He asked.

Shinobu nodded.

"Correct. I understand that [F/N] was very close to Mitsuri-chan.. That and along with Fujimori-san of course." She said. As she did she slid a quick wink over to Mr. Kanroji and subtly signalled towards Iguro, Who didn't notice a thing.

Mr. Kanroji paused before nodding back.

"Right. Come, We can discuss this while we walk" He said. Beckoning them with his hand and turning his back and starting to walk at a leisurely pace out of the livingroom. Both slayers nodded and followed after him.

"So, Can you recall what happened when she came home?" Shinobu asked him as she trailed behind.

"Yes. It was in the early morning.. Both me and my wife were barely awake when we heard the banging on the door. When we opened it she just ran into my arms, She was hysterical and we could barely make a word out of what happened.. It was a painful sight to see.." He explained, Shaking his head.

"Ah.. I see" Shinobu said. "I'm aware that you and your wife were also quite familiar with [F/N]?"

Mr. Kanroji smiled once again yet it held none of that bright attitude he had before, It was instead blocked by a dark cloud hanging over him like a noose.

"Right.. Mitsuri and [F/N] were basically inseparable back when they were young, So much so that she was over at our place most of the time. [F/N] didn't have the best home life you see, Not that she had much of one to begin with but.. She stayed over so often, Helped out with chores and played with the younger kids so much that at points I even considered her my own. And I'm pretty sure my wife did too" Mr. Kanroji tried to play off the sombre undertone in his voice with a light-hearted giggle, Yet it was futile under the heaviness of his bleak voice.

"It was horrible when the news came to light. We both were broken up by her.. Choice of actions. But Mitsuri.. She just.. She just broke down entirely." He said. Shinobu's eyes narrowed in confusion.

Choice of actions, What he meant alluded her.

Before she could question it however he stopped at a closed door, A rarity amongst the open ones spread about the walls of the house. He turned around and looked at them with a serious expression.

"Alright then, This is it." He started as he looked down at the both of them

"Please, When you go in try to be gentle when speaking with her. Don't try to overwhelm her or make any sudden noises.. She's not in the best mental state right now." He said quietly, Nigh-whisper as he waited for their answer.

"Understood." They both said in unison.

Mr. Kanroji nodded before turning back to the door.

Raising a single fist he lightly knocked at the paper shoji door. He smiled a best as he could as he spoke.

"Pumpkin? Are you awake..?" He called out.

…

There was no answer.

Iguro shifted around uncomfortably in his stance. Mitsuri Kanroji, The woman he loved and cared for.. She wasn't anything like this. He knew her well. He knew she loved to eat, He knew the way her lip quirked when she was confused and he certainly knew she was a light sleeper.

Anything could wake her. A sneeze or the drop of a pin, Anything at all. And it was certain that she would definetly wake at the light knock on her door. For her not to answer was concerning at best. Mr. Kanroji tried once more.

"Your friends from work are here to see you.. It's about a few weeks ago.." He called out once more though this time you could hear the audible shake in his speech.

…

"Come in.."

A weak voice called out from behind the door, It was so quiet that you could barely hear it. Both Shinobu and Iguro took a glance at each other before Mr. Kanroji grabbed onto the handle and slowly slid the door open.

It was dark. That was the first thought that entered their heads as they finally saw the inside to the room, Their sole source of vision being the new light from the other side flooding in only a crack to reveal only the bare shapes of furniture inside.

"I'll leave you two to it.." Mr. Kanroji whispered as he stood behind the open door, Nodding towards the room.

"Thank you.." Shinobu replied lowly as she took the first few steps in, Iguro following closely behind as she slowly entered the abyss that was Mitsuri's room.

From what they could make out, It looked more like a guest room than it did an actual room. The source of light was the window which was meant to be open, Instead it was locked and bolted shut tight leaving their environment hard to navigate.

CLANK!

Iguro's foot hit against something on the floor, Looking down he gagged slightly.

It was a small plate of food. It looked to be a normal meal consisting of pork cutlets and a side of omurice. Though on closer inspection Iguro spied the signs of mould starting to gather up on the meat from most likely a day or two, It hadn't been touched at all.

Iguro swallowed down his bubbling concerns and tried to ignore the smell as he stepped around it.

Both Shinobu and Iguro moved towards the centrepiece of the room of which being a large futon. Growing closer they could see the shapes of several duvets and pillows scattered amongst it, Reminiscent of a crows nest from the built up barrier around the lump poking out from under one of the duvets.

Shinobu kept up her smile, Though as she moved it started to look more strained and forced like one you'd see on an advertisement or billboard.

They finally reached the futon. Both Shinobu and Iguro shuffled around the side, Avoiding scattered clothes and stray furniture as they tried to get a better look.

They could barely see anything at all, Both from the lack of light and the duvet covering the girl below it. The only thing they could make out was only the upper half of her face sticking out from under it, Lime irises staring up at both of them.

Iguro bit his tongue. He backed up a bit as his hands reached out for the window-shutters. Eyes not taken off of Mitsuri's as he opened it up, Letting the late-morning light fill the dark void of the room.

Once the sunlight bounced off the walls of the room, Shinobu's smile quickly switched down to a frown while Iguro's shoulders tensed up.

The room was much more of a mess than first thought to be. The odd scattered clothing or two turned out to be more like piles.

Uneaten meals more rotten than before were also placed about, Some on furniture, Some on the floor.

But what really put off the two was the girl they called a friend, Lying curled up in a fetal position within the bedding.

Now that the light hit her face she flinched back from the sudden exposure, Eyes clenching closed to prevent the sudden light hitting her pupils flood in. Both of them noticed the swollen red under her eyes and her stuffy nose, To which she sniffled lightly every so often.

"Mitsuri-chan.." Shinobu mumbled, Her face a practiced sympathy as she took another step forward towards the futon. She stopped however when the sudden movement of Mitsuri cut her off, Mitsuri hauling herself out from under the covers and up into a sitting position

"I.. Sorry about that.. Comfortable position and all.." Mitsuri giggled lightly. Yet the sound never quite reached her bloodshot eyes.

Coupled with the greasy tangle that was her hair and the rather shaky smile she held it was obvious to see her true self in that moment. Iguro took his turn to take a step forward.

"Mitsuri-san.. I.." He felt the words caught on his tongue once he looked down upon the painful expression of the girl in front of him. Despite lying in bed it looked like she hadn't slept for days, Weeks even.

"Y-You're here about a few weeks ago right? Were you able to look at the ruins..? F-Find anything?" Mitsuri's voice shook more than her ear to ear smile, It wasn't liked Shinobu's perfectly perfected one. No, It was instead like an unknowingly widowed wife in the ER room lobby, Waiting in ignorant bliss for what she assumed was just a cut.

Both Iguro and Shinobu shared another glance at one and other. Both having a silent conversation between the two before Shinobu turned her head back around to face Mitsuri.

"Well.. We were able to get a report back from the ruins of the shrine.." Shinobu started. Reaching within her butterfly haori she pulled out a small piece of folded paper.

Starting to unfold it she peered down and started to read.

"Lets see here.. There were more injuries than casualties.. Seventy two severely injured and thirty four deaths. Majority of the casualties being Kakushi and Lower ranked slayers.." Shinobu read out, Eyes scanning down the list.

Mitsuri slowly nodded.

"T-That's unfortunate.. I hope their families are doing okay.." Mitsuri replied softly, The first glint of genuine concern showing from behind her eyes.

"But.. Erm.." She started again.

Shinobu nodded, Sad smile painted. Mitsuri didn't have to finish her words for Shinobu to know what she meant.

"Yes.. About [F/N] and Fujimori.." The mention of the names caught Mitsuri's attention immediately, Her head perking up to give her undying regard as the glint in her eyes burned back up.

Shinobu's nose twitched, Body stiffening ever so slightly.

"..We weren't able to recover any bodies.."

The light in Mitsuri's irises started to grow, Yet it wasn't from the hope or finality of the news. Instead it was the reflection off the water starting to grow at the rims of her eyes.

Shinobu took in a deep breath and continued.

"The only trace was of Fujimori.. Which was a pool of blood located near the back of the shrine." Shinobu shook her head, Trying not to focus on Mitsuri as she continued.

"Our leading theory is that.. Well.. Fujimori was most likely eaten by the demon in question.. There was nothing left of him.." Shinobu whispered, Yet within the confines of the room it sounded like an reverberated scream to Mitsuri's ears.

And that's what broke the dam.

Mitsuri let out a quiet cry, Her shaky smile still spread wide across her face as the tears in her eyes flooded over. Rolling down her cheeks and dripping onto her lap as choked noises escaped her hoarse throat.

"Mitsuri-san-!"

Iguro instantly went into action at the first sound of her cries, He quickly moved over to her side, Sitting down next to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. Which was quickly dismissed by Mitsuri.

"D-Don't touch me.. Just, Please.. N-Not now.." Mitsuri wept. Iguro quickly obliged, Moving away from her on the bed as she planted her face into her palms. Shinobu looked on as she put the paper away, Eyes filled with pity.

"I.. I-I can't believe this.. I.. Why didn't I recognise the signs.. I.. D-Doesn't she remember our promise..?" She whispered. Her nails digging into her skin as she looked through the cracks of her fingers, Eyes staring off into the distance of the floor.

"She..? What do you mean by signs..?" Iguro asked lightly.

Mitsuri withdrew her face from her hands to look up at Obanai. Her eyes meeting the mismatch of his with a disbelieving gaze, Like his tongue spoke of heresy to her very own religion.

Her pained voice spoke out once again.

"F-Fujimori.. [F/N].. They.. They're the same person.. And I.." Mitsuri whispered.

Iguro's eyes widened to that of circles, He shook his head adamantly and responded quick to her.

"No.. That's impossible. Fujimori and [F/N] look completely different, How could they be the same?" Iguro asked. His soft voice was still present yet there was an edge to it, A sharp confusion and bafflement at her words.

Mitsuri didn't listen to him, It was like he wasn't even there.

"I-I knew it was there.. I really did but I just.. I-I just ignored them.. If I had tried just a little harder.. I-If I just.." Mitsuri's voice seemed to break down into children's babble, Ranting off under her breath about this and that Iguro just couldn't understand.

He took a step closer.

"Mitsuri.. Please, Tell me what you mean.." Iguro asked softly. He lowered down onto a single knee to match her eye level, Pleading silently with her to tell him.

Mitsuri mumbled something so quiet, So incomprehensible that neither Iguro nor Shinobu could hear.

"What did you say..?"

Mitsuri's lip quivered. Bloodshot eyes staring back at him with that disfigured smile still on her face. Her voice only turning up a single notch as they were finally able to make out what she said.

"[F/N].. S-She killed herself."

Shinobu's frown sharpened into a tight-lipped grimace. Iguro's brows furrowed, His bandaged mask concealing his parted lips, Information still processing in his mind.

"I-If I just tried a little harder.. If I just made sure she was okay, Said hello or just.. Just ask her what was wrong.. S-She would've still been here with me.. I.. I did this.. I-I shouldn't of let go of her hand, I shouldn't of let go.."

Mitsuri's gaze was Far-off as she stared back into the vivid face of [F/N] appearing in her mind. The blank eyes so dull like she was nothing more than a caricature of her true self, The tried and true smile, The angle of her nose and the dimensions of her face.

All of it she tried so hard to cling onto. Grasping desperately at the memory, Begging with whatever god was up there. Pleading with whatever was listening that she wouldn't forget her face.

Yet as she continued to imagine her face, It faded further and further away from her grasp. Already blurring into a distant memory along with the warmth of her hand drifting away from her palms.

Iguro looked back at her. His heart felt like it was twisting and turning inside him, Hurting at the sight of the woman he held so close to it.

The new information felt so unsolved in his mind, He doubted it. Yet the raw grief that was coming from Mitsuri in front of him made it seem so real. Yet, He needed to question it once more.

Though before he could, He felt a small tap on his shoulder. Looking up only to come face to face with Shinobu.

"Iguro-san.. I think you should go wait outside." Shinobu said. Her voice suddenly serious, A side of which was barely shown through her friendly disguise.

He looked back at her and she stared back down at him with an unwavering gaze.

Iguro nodded slowly before getting up from his kneeling position. As he quietly moved out of the room he took only a single glance back at the two of them, All before opening the door and exiting the room.

As soon as the door slid shut Shinobu made her move, Head turning towards Mitsuri who looked up at her with the gaze of a wounded animal.

"Mitsuri-san.. These are massive claims, I don't mean to be insensitive but could you explain to me what happened? According to reports you were rather hysterical, Both from the handmaiden escorting you out and the various people you asked about [F/N]'s whereabouts." Shinobu asked. Voice levelled and calm, Her friendly self back up with a small smile to contrast her words.

Mitsuri didn't waste anytime for a shaky hand to extend out behind her towards her pillow, Reaching under it she carefully fished out a worn piece of paper. It was folded several times and looked rather worn from first sights.

Shinobu carefully plucked it out of her hands once it was offered. Carefully unfolding the flaps she held it in her hands and started to read.

Mitsuri sat there uncomfortably on the bed despite the mountain of pillows and blankets surrounding her. She had stopped crying at this point but by no means did that make her okay.

Her form was trembling as if she was in the middle of a hailing blizzard. She felt as if she wasn't in her body, Like she was just looking through the vision of someone else entirely while she was just a spectator within her own mind.

Shinobu's glassy eyes scanned over the paper, Carefully reading over every line with upmost delicacy as her gaze descended downwards.

She reached the bottom, The finality of the signature registering in her mind.

Shinobu was quiet.

But after a moment, She let out a single sigh.

"I see.. Well.. That's unfortunate.." Was all she said. She refolded up the paper in her hands and sitting it down on the windowsill.

Suddenly brought back into her own body, Mitsuri's head snapped over to look up at Shinobu. Her mouth going agape along with her eyes as she looked up in disbelief.

"..Is that all you have to say?" Mitsuri asked. [F/N]'s note, Her very last words written down onto a carefully made parchment. The story of her life, The words she could never express to anyone aloud yet scribed down with her entire heart and soul put onto this single letter.

And Shinobu just shook it off, Like it was absolutely nothing.

"Well.. It's an unfortunate turn of events, Taking one's life always is. Though I do have to admit I never saw it coming.." Shinobu said, That same tone of plain apathy dripped off every syllable and hit Mitsuri like acid as she stood up.

"H-How could you?" Mitsuri gawked. Her unstable footsteps numb from hours of not walking as she took a few steps toward Shinobu.

"[F/N] was your friend too.. You're the only other Hashira who ever knew about the truth.. She.. S-She trusted you.." Mitsuri exclaimed, Her previous cries starting to boil and hiss into a rising anger as her face twisted into an ugly expression.

Shinobu's shoulders raised as she looked back at her, The anger on Mitsuri being a completely foreign view. She wasn't even acting like herself anymore, [F/N] really meant that much to her..

"Yes.. She did." Shinobu agreed "I'm not trying to say-"

"You don't need to say anything, Y-You're making it clear enough!" Mitsuri butted in. Her arms raising to hug her self as she feverishly shook her head, Trying to keep herself calm.

"T-This isn't just my fault.. This is yours too. This is everyone's fault.." Mitsuri heaved. Her breathing picked up speed as her overgrown nails dug into her elbows, Backing up a bit as she did.

"Mitsuri-san.. You're not yourself right now, You're still in the grieving process. You don't mean what you're saying.." Shinobu said.

Mitsuri looked back up at her, Sheer rage burning inside her eyes like infernoes

"H-How many of the Hashira actually liked [F/N]..? How many of them insulted her every time she was late to a meeting? How many snide looks.. How many nasty comments, Shinobu? T-Tell me.. How many?" Mitsuri choked out. Shinobu could feel the strain as it did.

"I.. I don't kn-"

"How many?!" Mitsuri yelled, Her voice shaking the very walls of the room she was in. Quickly turning away from Shinobu, Her hands grasped both sides of her head catching strands of messy hair in-between them.

"[F/N] never harboured any true resentment towards anyone! S-She may not of been on time or handled her duties well but she cared for every last one of us, A-And the only thing she got in return was scorn.." Mitsuri at this point broke down into strangled sobs. She hugged herself tighter as Shinobu could only watch her.

"G-Get out.. Y-You did this, We both did.. But.. Y-You don't even care at all…" Mitsuri ordered. Turning her back on Shinobu as she tried to reach out a hand to her.

"Mitsu-"

"GET OUT!" Mitsuri screamed, Turning back to Shinobu with a high-pitched wail as it faded back into soft cries. Mitsuri fell back onto her bed, Pulling her knees up to her chest and pressing her face into them.

Shinobu didn't need to be told twice. She turned her back and walked away towards the door.

However she stopped once her hand gripped onto the handle.

"Mitsuri-san.. Just for the record, I may not show it but I do care for [F/N].. She really was my friend and trusted comrade. I don't mean to be indifferent.. I am not at all.. I.. I really will miss her a lot. Me and the rest of the Hashira may not have favoured her at points, But she was still apart of our ranks and was our comrade.. We.. We all grieve in our own ways.. And I promise you.. One day, We will get vengeance on the demon who did this.. We'll avenge her, I promise you."

That was all Shinobu said. Mitsuri lifted her head from her shins but she couldn't see Shinobu's expression. Her back to hers, Mitsuri could only see her high shoulders shake and the grip on the sliding door tighten.

But it faded almost immediately. Shinobu slid the door open and stepped out.

Closing it over and walking away.

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Heavy yet light footsteps hit the rickety wood in quick succession, Each step taking no time to waste as [F/N] kept running faster and faster along the spiderweb docks.

[F/N] had to plan her movements in advance, The dock was hard to navigate with branches ending at random and others looping straight back around in the opposite direction. If she wasn't careful she could be thrown overboard at any moment, And she didn't want to find out whether the bioluminescent water was safe or not.

It felt like she had been running for hours, The infinite sky showing no sign of an end or exit in sight. But [F/N] knew it had to of only been half an hour or so, Otherwise she would of already collapsed.

Kokushibo was nowhere to be seen. Once [F/N] had taken off running she thought he would be dead on her tail, Chasing her down for even daring to leave whatever he had planned for her.

"My name is Kokushibo.. I hold the highest rank within the twelve moons, Sitting at upperrank one.. Though.. You should be recognising me as Michikatsu Tsugikuni.. Your older brother.."

Was he delusional? Out of his mind? Or could he be manipulating her with some so-crazy-it-works method. Michikatsu Tsugikuni, The name meant absolutely nothing at all. Her older brother he called himself, There was simply no way in hell that could of been true.

He was a centuries old demon, Whatever parents gave birth to him would of died a good long while ago. It was impossible that they could've been related but..

"Impossible, Yes.. I thought the same thing once I saw you again.. You died near enough five hundred years ago yet there you were.. Bleeding out within the rubble of your desecrated shrine.."

Maybe, Just maybe she shared some resemblance to the sister he had as a human. And maybe she shared the same first name as she did. And when he saw said resemblance, Somehow in his mind he had decided that they were the same person and then decided to spare and kidnap her away to this cold hell.

Even then that was baffling on its own.

[F/N] had saw from first hand experience how a demon would rip apart its own siblings, Parents or children just for another meal. Demon's had no sentimental attachment to much of anything, Especially not people.

So why? Why would he do this, Kidnap her away and try to feign an act of familiarity with her? Demons don't do that, They don't think that way. [F/N] swallowed back a lump in her throat.

How much did his sister mean to him? Was she really that important that he would still hold affection towards her?

But either way he wasn't anywhere at all.

No noises, Glimpses or auras. Nothing.

She had no time to dwell on it, She chided herself for getting distracted over a demon. Run now think later. The prospect of escaping whatever pocket dimension she had been siphoned to was vivid in her mind, A yearning feeling brought back to the primal desire for survival as she kept going and going.

Her abdomen hurt too, Every time she moved it felt like a needle jabbing into her side. She tried her best to ignore the pain however, She couldn't let it stop her now, Not since she got this far.

But then it hit her.

Why was she trying so hard to escape?

Her sprint faltered only a little as the thought crossed through her mind. Her lip upturned. Why was she trying so hard?

[F/N] wanted to die. She wanted to find an end for months, To get it over and done with and get out of everyone's way. To stop being such a stain on the Hashira and a burden on the corps. She had no use, No worth or redeemable qualities.

She may of killed a thousand of their kind, She may of been given the title of being the strongest Hashira but that name weighed down on her shoulders like steel blocks.

It wasn't a title, It was an expectation.

And [F/N] couldn't live up to it, She didn't even want to live at all. So why was she running? Why didn't she throw herself into the docks or go back to slaughterhouse behind her? Why was her body so insistent on continuing?

Because.. Because.. She wanted to die, Not be tortured. That's the reason. If she was here then it was obvious she was wanted alive, If she did try to throw herself off then whose to say Kokushibo wouldn't be watching her right now and prevent her from doing so?

If she was here he might be wanting information, The location of the Ubuyashiki estate. This entire 'dead little sister' thing was just a manipulation tactic to get it out of her! And once he realised she wasn't falling for it he'd resort to more violent methods.

Yes, That's the reason.

Turning around another dock and searching for a path she stared out into the open distance of a void. Her heart burned, There had to be an escape. She was so tired, She felt like she was going to collapse any second.

And that's when she saw it.

In the distance, Staring off into the vastness of the void she could make out a vague shape settled amongst the darkness.

Her eyes sparked up, Lit aflame as she spied her saving grace, The light at the end of the tunnel. Something had finally changed after running for so long.

Her pace picked up along with her breathing, Her breaths turning into light wheezes under her normal rhythm as she took far strides.

Sweat beads dripped down from her brow and stained her jinbei, Everything burned. Muscles ached but she kept moving forwards, Kept going faster and faster towards the building in the distance, Getting closer and closer.

Keep going, Almost there.. I can do this- I can escap-!

[F/N] stopped in her tracks.

Her sprint jittered down until she was completely still, Fixed on place to the dock as she stared up towards the building, One now looming over her like a guillotine.

It.. It was her shrine.

Towering over her was the behind of the shrine, The other side from which she came from. The walls, tiles, Wooden frames and the closed shut windows. Her eyes scanned over it in disbelief, The realisation crashing into her.

She had done a full circle, She had just came back from the way she came.

T-This can't be true.. How could this be-!

[F/N] felt her heart fall into her stomach along with her knee's collapsing to the ground, Finally giving out from exhaustion as her eyes were still locked on the shrine.

Her knees hit the wooden docks, Splinters digging into her bare shins as she felt all hope leave her body. She had been running for so long, The docks didn't loop or go in a circle, If it did she would of known. But how was she back here? How?

Heart drumming faster in her chest her head felt light and airy as if she was thousands of feet in the air. Nausea creeping up her throat and unsettling her stomach even more than it already was. As she felt herself fade, She had only one thought.

How.. How is this fair?

☆♡☆

Kokushibo walked slowly down the wooden step-way of the shrine it surrounded.

Taking a few careful steps down the stairway he felt the weight of it depress under him, Reaching the bottom he peered over from the corner he stood next to.

He watched the body of his younger sister collapse onto the dock, Her chest raising and lowering rapidly as if she was starved of air. Her hair was a mess along with her clothing and general appearance.

It was nothing he didn't expect however. He knew she would tire herself out eventually, Run until she couldn't and fall down onto the ground. He knew it would happen, And he couldn't help but feel a sense of catharsis out of it.

He stalked up towards her, All until he was staring down at her defeated form in front of him. Kneeling down with her neck exposed, Easily cut and easy to wring at any given moment.

In any other scenario this would of been a sort of guilty pleasure, The way life was held within his hands felt so electrifying. He never took time on making people grovel before him, He never saw the need to.

He was after strength, To stay eternally strong forever. Not to make insignificant and weak human beings bow down to him.

But he couldn't deny the way he dictated human life with the edge of his blade felt great. And it tasted even better once he bit into their throats, Tearing out their jugular giving them no time to scream as the sweet nectar of their blood hit his tongue.

It was empowering. But, It was different in this scenario.

He didn't feel any sense of power over the girl in front of him, Not the way he usually would anyways. As he looked over her broken form the only thing that he felt was.. Pity.

"Are you done now..? Have you tired yourself out..?" Kokushibo asked in that usual monotone voice. He sounded as if he didn't care, As if his sister lying stray on the dock meant absolutely nothing to him. But he knew that wasn't the case.

[F/N] didn't answer, It seemed as if she had fainted.

Again, It was predictable. She had just woken up after sustaining injury and had used all her energy to try and run away, Only to collapse right back at the place she had tried to escape from.

Kokushibo gritted his teeth slightly. This wasn't how he thought this was going to go.

He assumed that she remembered him. Throughout the time he had taken her, Cared for her wound and nursed her back to health he had heard murmurs from within her sleep. Places, Memories and names only she should of known was what she mumbled in her unconscious state.

He assumed that as soon as she had awoken she would remember him, Feel just as elated as he was at their reunion.

But now he knew that wasn't the case, And if he was being honest? It made him angry.

Kokushibo kneeled down. Reaching his arms out he scooped up her limp body into his arms to settle her within them.

He got up and examined her face, Her eyes and her hair. Every angle and dimension of her face he surveyed left and right. This was her, Everything just lined up too perfectly not to be.

Same name, Same face and Haori. Not to mention that she spoke his name once.

Kokushibo held onto her tighter as he started to walk away with her in his arms. He moved up the stairway careful not to drop her. He moved quickly yet steadily towards the entrance of the shrine.

Entering the building and shutting the door behind him with his foot and made his way up to the second floor where her bedroom was located.

Once he got there he slid open the shoji door, Letting the aquamarine flood the shadows of her room as he walked towards her futon.

Setting her down onto the mattress and tucking her in the duvet with the utmost care, He looked at her once more.

Kokushibo was angry. He truly was livid. The mere fact that she didn't even remember him angered him, Even more so once she called him a monster. He loathed the way he felt his heart wretch in that moment.

Yet he couldn't bring himself to hate her. A part of him wanted to dispose of her, To get rid of her entirely. She was a weakness, Something Kokushibo just could not afford.

But the much larger, Louder part of him detested this with all he had. As the thought of killing her entered his mind he felt disgusted, Horrified at the mere imagining of her being harmed.

She was the only person who ever loved him more than Yorichii. The one person who saw him for himself instead of his brother, She admired him. She loved him. How could he bring himself to hurt her? Kokushibo took in a deep breath, The anger kept at bay as he smiled lightly at her unconscious state.

Even if she didn't remember him, That doesn't mean she won't in due time. The pieces of the puzzle were already there, They were just waiting to be solved is all. Even if she had some 'new life' or whatever may have happened to her. Maybe.. No.. It didn't matter, She was here. That's what mattered.

He breathed out once more. 'Her new life', It felt so wrong as he thought about it. Kokushibo found her as a Hashira of all things, One he had struck down as a man like a god to a heretic.

Gods, He had questions. He had so many questions.

How was she here back with him? How did she become an entirely different person while fighting him? Where did she learn or how would he get her to remember him? Hundreds of questions rushed through his head. Possibilities and chances.

He tucked a small strand of hair behind her ear. He had many questions, And he'll get answers eventually when she was awake.

His little sister was finally brought back to him. The one who died in his arms and the one he would never let go of again. She'll learn to accept her fate here, Understand she has nowhere to run. She'll understand her place was here with him, Her big brother.

He'd crush whatever rebellious phase she was going through, Whatever disobedient little chapter of life she was going through right now. Insulting him, Running away..

He breathed out, Trying to keep away the bloodlust at the thought of her escaping.

She was safe now, And that's all that matters.

Next Chapter

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[dearest-painter]

Imagine Mitsuri!Reader is Earth 42 Miles' sister.

After their dad's death, Mitsuri!Reader was the one trying to make people smile at home. She kept her shinny smile and bubbly personality and tried her hardest to make her brother, mom and uncle smile.

After her first boyfriend dumped her because of her personality and hair colour, she dyed her hair black and stopped being herself.

E42!Miles is overprotective of his sibling so when he sees his sibling become someone they aren’t because of their first boyfriend he’s going INSANE! He and his uncle are going to fucking show him why NO ONE messes with Mitsuri!Reader. E42!Rio is worried for you and tries to get you back to yourself but…nothing works but you keep smiling, you keep smiling for all of them even if you aren’t yourself.

E42!Miles tries his best to make you yourself again, doing all the old things you like even if he found it annoying originally, making your favorite food, and watching your favorite shows but…nothing at all. I feel like Mitsuri!Reader becomes themselves again when they meet Pavitr, Pavitr is the reason their back to normal and the family cannot thank him enough.

While E42!Miles believes your to good for anyone his mom hopes you two date as she finds you two a cute and perfect pair but she isn’t forcing Anything. E42!Aaron likes Pavitr as he brought his niece/nephew back to normal yet that doesn’t mean he’ll approve of you dating any time soon. Pavitr may or may not have a small crush on you(CORRECTION BIG ASS OBSESSION) so he always cheers you up or visits you, plus his girlfriend loves you as well(SHES ALSO OBSESSED!) so all is good!

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #gn reader #Mitsuri!Reader #yandere spiderverse #yandere spider man across the spider verse #✉️mail arrived✉️ #genderfluid enity answers! #gender neutral reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #yandere x gn reader #x gn reader

[nakimesbiwa]

Mitsuri and Obanai yandere headcanons

PLS THEY ARE SO HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YESS IKR

FIRST UP

Mitsuri Yandere headcanons

Doesn't like to see people get closer to you! BAM they're dead the next day!

If she has the courage to be friends with you; She will cling to you a lot watching people everywhere.

Watched you from afar. You don't know that Mitsuri is planning your future with her

Well the plan goes faster when she finds out you love her! She will feel really happy. Blushing a lot!

When she kidnapped you she was weirdly very nice to you! Food, hugs, and kisses!

She will not isolate you in her room. You can play games and make food.

KINDA forces things onto you. Like cuddling with her on your first day being here.

With all you can do here's what you can't; Go outside, call anyone, and DON'T go in the basement. Very easy rules! Right?...

If you escape; She will let your first one slide. But the second one she will guilt-trip you to make you feel bad for her and not to escape again. Like "Y/n! I'm trying my best and you escape me Why?" Or "I thought you loved me?"

But If you don't escape and be loyal to her she will trust you more letting you go outside with her or yourself!

She loves you too much to harm/hurt you!

Finally, names such as; love dear/dearly, sweetheart, and baby.

NOW

Obanai yandere headcanons

Spys on you like a pro like really...He's just too good at it.

I bet he knows it wrong but cares about you and your safety

OKAY. Imagine this; You and Obanai have set to be partners for a project Obanai is really excited to spend time with you. After finishing your project you get hit with a hammer or whatever. SO AY.

Obanai really likes you and that says a lot you know woman. No one is stopping him from kidnapping you NO ONE.

You will have no relationship with other people. Obanai has already claimed you as his.

When you are kidnapped he will erm...Kinda? But not rarely in fact he doesn't want to hurt you at all reminds him of his past (if I'm saying it right) I change my mind he isn't going to harm you.

If you escape well you almost can't but I'm not sure...The snake (not down there) scares the shit out of you all the time

But if you stay loyal he will get all clingy to not wanting to lose you and be lovely to you giving you your fav foods, clothes, etc!

Believes in trust. You can go on night walks with him or just sit outside his house he loves it and he listens to you when you talk.

Names; Dear, def love. or just any silly name that he comes to. But he calls you a snake when you have silly arguments.

side-eyes anyone who looks at you, bad, good, lovely. Talks random shit to you in your ear.

I have many ideas for Obanai...I MEAN I WAS GOING SOME WHERE..

PLUS I KEEP FORGETING I HAVE MY COMMENT OFF I CAN'T FIX IT BEACAUSE I MAKE ALL OF MY FICS ON MY LAPTOP HELPPPPPPPP,

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[kiss-me-nott]

❝ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 ❞ yandere ! hashira headcannons ´ˎ˗

𝐟𝐭. ; all the current hashira !

𝐜𝐰. ; stalking, possessiveness, jealousy, intimidation, bullying, literally some threats, fluff if you squint?

𝐚/𝐧. ; figured i'd smush all the hashira into this post for some general hc's. . .

𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐢 𝐇𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 ´ˎ˗

is protective / possessive over every aspect of your life. after all, to a man like him you're a very small and fragile thing.

the worst part of his unique perspective is that he secretly adores the power imbalance between the two of you.

take that time another man made the mistake of catching your attention. the moment he senses your heartbeat speed up [even just a pace], he's towering over you with malicious intent oozing out of every pore.

and with a man like gyomei [ who could literally crush your skull with minimal no effort whatsoever ] there's not much of a fight you could ever put up against him.

to prove the point, he gently places his hand on your nape, guiding your fear-stricken body away

he's got to protect you from the world, and you're just not as capable as he is.

𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 ´ˎ˗

is probably very obsessive over you when these new feelings begin to spring up, and because of his past reservations. it becomes a serious problem.

and coping can be a struggle. He goes from ignoring you for weeks [ pushing you away and avoiding what he feels ] to word vomiting everything he's ever felt.

in the beginning, it's a very unstable relationship. but eventually there will be a point of no return. [ there's no way he'll let you be without him ]

emotions, especially his emotions, aren't just something you just get to play around with. so, your special. really special.

giyu gets jealous very easily.

he cares about you a lot, and sometimes seeing you interact so easily with others makes him push you away or pull you closer. it really just depends on what he's feeling that day.

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐢 ´ˎ˗

is a very clingy person when it comes to you, especially if you're in a relationship together. and sometimes her adoration for your love and attention can overwhelm her to the point of mania.

times like this she's not going to let go of you, even for a second. holding onto your hand, joined just by the pinkies as you walk together, or crushing your collarbones with her embrace.

occasionally, she can't help but cry for your attention.

she's much stronger than you and tends to remind you of the fact accidentally. being physically clingy and wanting hugs is one thing [ in your case, preferred to the other things she's capable of doing ]

yes, go too far, or god-forbid you neglect your 'little love' even for a moment. not one soul is safe, sometimes not even you.

𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨 ´ˎ˗

is pretty much a classic yandere type. wherein, due of his forgetfulness, you're already his [ even if your not in a committed relationship, or if you even know him at all. . . ]

he's pretty forceful because of the fact, and gets irritated when you flat out refuse him or try to rid yourself of his presence.

there must be something wrong with you then.

sure, he'll follow and stalk you, adoring and protecting you without your knowledge. he finds you the most interesting person alive, no matter what you do, so he's promised to be around and observe.

but he just generally likes shadowing your every move, staying within the bounds of the bubble he's created around you.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮 𝐊𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐨 ´ˎ˗

there are actually two sides to shinobu when it comes to your relationship.

most often you come to know the sadistic side of her. where she couldn't care less what you do during the day, in fact, she goes out of her way to tease and mock everything about it.

it's a childish need to poke fun at you and can be quiet damaging to your self-esteem.

but underlying this is a more protective side.

if you're sick, or if someone tries to take you away the obsession with bullying you morphs into a battle to keep you as close and protected as possible.

don't get shinobu wrong though, the object of all her affections is you. and what could she possibly do without you?

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 ´ˎ˗

is mostly delusional and dreams of being the 'perfect couple' together.

when you first meet, he is the most caring, pleasant and comfortable person to be around. but he wants to push you into the relationship as quickly as possible.

hell, the moment he met you and knew you were the one, he was hearing wedding bells.

so, he's insistent and persistent. he won't stop until he gets what he wants. happening to 'be passing by' just to chat and 'bumping into you' at odd intervals.

he won't hurt you, never! but there are obviously other ways to get to your heart. . .

it's not totally insane to imagine that: one day you won't have enough money to support yourself any longer. and who else could you turn to but the cheery kyojuro. . . who seems a little too quick [ and too kind ] to take you into his home.

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢 ´ˎ˗

surprisingly uzui turns out to possess the stalker / manipulative types.

at first there's nothing he despises more then trailing after you like a nobody, unable to express this peculiar emotion you've ignited in him.

but there's a certain thrill in this type of obsessive love he feels for you. like a chase. he's never had a love that wasn't absolutely promised for him.

even when you actually [ formally ] meet him for the first time, it's been months since the first time he's laid eyes on you. he's sure to make an impression on you then. . .

your enchanted even, sure you've found your ideal type, but of course, he's learned everything he needs to know and had enough practice leading up to this moment.

he's capable [ and enjoys ] playing little 'mind-games' with you, sure to make you doubt yourself. including the idea that you're sure you've seen him before.

𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 ´ˎ˗

let's face it, it's in obanai's nature to be extremely possessive over you.

in fact, the feeling of love is quite a foreign feeling to him. one he'll figure out how to manage later.

he likes having you all to himself, plain and simple. just to watch you and your reactions to everything. his most treasured possession.

he hates it when you go to other people, it eats him up inside. so, like a good partner should, he slowly makes you dependent on him.

protection and affection of any kind, you better behave, or he'll just cast you aside like you've never actually mattered to him. [ he likes to toy with your emotions ]

he's certainly not above harming people to get you or prove a point.

it's an odd game your forced to play, regardless of what you feel. you have to pick: him or them. . . and he's going to make sure there's not a doubt in your mind.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 ´ˎ˗

is probably the most sadistic and dangerous person you will ever come to know.

like with his brother, showing his affections comes in harsh forms. he can convince himself, and you, that you could never mean anything to him. . . but that's simply not true.

there's no way sanemi could ever let you go.

his kisses for example, full of biting and bruising your lips, mingled with a passion for you so fierce that it scares you. [ it's just the way he loves you ]

and hurting people for you is just a fact of life for him.

he's only unpredictable if you don't know exactly what he wants.

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[tinandabin]

please tumble for the live of God let me give paragroah breaks plsZe

Yandere Mitsuri x Reader

High school AU.

____________________

<senpai kanroji>

hey [name]!! you are coming

to school tmrw right? :))

<[name]>

yes I am! why do u

ask?

<senpai kanroji>

oh, nothing much!! just wanted

to tell u that I will bring a home-

made bento for u! <33

<[name]>

aww ty! u don't

really have to tho.

<senpai kanroji>

no no, I insist!!

<[name]>

aaa, thank u!! I will ttyl <3

senpai kanroji unsent a message

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To be honest, you always found Kanroji Senpai weird..I mean, she was already pretty affectionate with everyone. But it was clear to see her favouritism over you..She was just always so, so, so, affectionate with you. You feel suffocated everytime you are with her.

You were looking forward to not eating lunch with her tomorrow, but it seems like that can't happen. I mean, you could've refused her offer..and you did so, not as direct, but you tried. Besides, you wouldn't want your reputation to go down in the drains because who would reject such a sweet girl and make her cry? Whosoever will do that is obviously a monster! Senpai Kanroji has everyone wrapped around her finger..thankfully, not you.

Sighing heavily, you pulled the covers over yourself and went to sleep, dreading the next day. Not only because of school but Kanroji Senpai too. Hopefully, you'll live.

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"Hey [name]!!," Senpai Kanroji enthusiastically waved at you, motioning for you to come to sit beside her. "Come, sit beside me!!" She smiled at you, blushing like crazy. Like girl, have some self-control.

Nervously laughing and trying your best to ignore all the eyes staring at you, you sat beside her and tried to smile at her. Keyword: tried. "Ahaha...What's up??" You asked because you don't like awkwardness, the people staring at you also don't, no one likes awkwardness.

"Awww," Kanroji Senpai cooed at your adorableness and hugged you, tightly, and softly muttered into your neck, "You are so cute!!"

Excitedly she got off you and presented you with the bento she made for you, and honestly, the smell of the food was really fucking delicious. Gordon Ramsay approved. And to be honest, you would have snatched the bento box out of her hands had she been someone else. But she isn't. This is so sad, Alexa play despacito. All of a sudden, Alexa starts playing despacito, having somehow found her way into your mind. She starts taking control over your body, and in no time are you the one singing Despacito.

Enough BULLSHITTING.

a/n: THIS IS THE AUTHOR GETTING BACK TO WRITING, BUCKLE UP U ALL. THIS IS A WARNING BECAUSE A LOT OF ANGST IS GONNA BE COMING UP IN NEW FICS. AFTER ALL, I AM MISERABLE AND SO WILL U ALL BE TOO.

"Say aaah, [Name]-Chan!" Mitsuri told you as she held a piece of fish ( cooked, duh ) with her chopsticks.

Awkwardly, you opened your mouth and wished you could just poof out of existence, like, I CAN FEED MYSELF MITSURI. THANK YOU NOT VERY MUCH.

"Good girl!" She chirped as she practically shoved the piece of fish down your throat, too eagerly waiting for you to finish eating. Like, is this shit poisoned? ( BINGO! You guessed it. )

After a good while of Mitsuri happily watching you eat, lunch was finally fucking over. Thank God, didn't think you could bear her anymore... The way she was watching you eat! Creep. She definitely could not ever pass your vibe check.

You headed towards your class, thankful that you and Mitsuri don't share the same class.. Because she's a senior. Atleast you will have some peace.

In no time school was over and all of you were allowed to head home. You had been feeling pretty sleepy after lunch, I mean the food Mitsuri made was pretty bomb, okay? Can't really blame you.

Yawning, you tiredly grabbed your bag, as you lazily started walking towards the exit. Most of the kids were heading towards their clubs, you hadn't really chosen which club to join yet. Besides, it is optional. So, the lesser the work the better for you. Studies are hard enough as they are.

Stopping by your locker, you changed your shoes and exited the school without seeing Senpai Mitsuri, thank God. It's a good thing she is in the cooking club. You wouldn't have to deal with her.

The more you walked, the more tired you got. Your eyes started feeling heavy and your body too. Before you knew it, you couldn't even walk properly. Leaning against a wall, you sat down there. Gradually, black dots started surrounding your vision and you were knocked out cold.

a/n: I'm gonna make a part 2 HAHHAHAHA. I HAVE NO idea what to do now. happy I got this out now 💪 it's been in my drafts for months now

MASTERLIST

just so u know requests for demon slayer are closed!!!!

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[mitsuributmexican]

Hi ! Since request are open, could you write a yandere grell scenario where her darling finally manages to escape, but is caught and returned to her by one of her reaper friends. Tysm I love ur writing <33

A/N: I am sorry if this got long!!! I hope you enjoy this!!! :]]]

Never Again. Yandere! Grell x Darling Who Managed to Escape but Gets Returned

CW/TW: yandere tendencies, implications of kidnapping, reader fails at escaping, Grell gets mean at the end but stops, reader crying, reader gets injured, reader is gender neutral.

The odds had been in your favor, and you had managed to escape the red reaper known as Grell Sutcliff. You had been plotting your escape for a while now but had lacked the time to actually execute it. Grell had said she’d be working a few hours longer than usual, and you decided this would be the perfect window of opportunity to escape. Your plan was to break open a window, run and figure things out from there. You had packed a couple things such as spare clothes and food so you would have stuff while you figured out where you would go.

After you got some stuff frantically packed into a bag, you walked over to the nearest window and thought of what you could use to break open the window. Suddenly, you came up with the idea to throw a chair at the window. You grabbed the nearest chair and dragged it over to the area where the window was. You nervously pick up the chair and hurl it at the window with all the strength you could muster. The window shattered, giving you an exit to the place you had to call “home” for who knows how long but also giving you some cuts from the glass shards while doing so.

You wasted no time in climbing out the window and running as fast as you can. You keep running until you reach a more populated area and ask someone for a place to stay. The person you asked helped patch you up from the cuts you got from breaking open the window. They also gave you directions to a hotel. Thankfully, you had some spare money to book a room for two days to get yourself and your situation sorted out. Everything felt unreal, you had actually escaped!

You had decided that you’d be going to stay with one of your friends for a while until you are financially stable to be on your own. Eventually your time at the hotel was up and you packed your things to head to your friend’s house. After you exited the hotel, you began looking for a cab to take you to your friend’s house. Soon, you found someone to take you to your friend’s house for a small amount of money. As you looked out the window, you began feeling proud of yourself for managing to escape.

The cab eventually got to your friend’s street, and you got off. Once you got off you began walking to your friend’s house, but you bumped into someone. As you collided with the man, you stumbled back a little bit and got a good look at him. He had blond hair that was so blond it was almost a shade of orange with the underside dyed black, green eyes, and glasses. You frantically apologized to him for him to interrupt you telling you not to apologize.

“No need to apologize! I wasn’t watching where I was going!” he said. You thought that would be the end of your interaction and that you could carry on with what you were doing, only to be proven wrong. As you walked away you felt him put his hand on your shoulder. “I feel like I’ve seen you before.” he states. You turn around, filled with confusion. He looks at you for a moment before finally breaking the silence.

“Wait I have! I know you! You’re Sutcliff’s partner, aren’t you? She’s shown me pictures of you before! I’m one of her coworkers, name’s Ronald!” he exclaims, making you panic. You freeze up, not knowing what to say. “Speaking of Sutcliff, she’s been worried sick about you! What are you doing all the way out here? Don’t you guys live far away from here?” he said. Before you could respond he’s picking you up and running with you. “What are you doing?!” you ask him, “Taking you to Grell of course, don’t you want to see your wife again?!” he asks back.

You squirm, kick and scream at Ronald to put you down but are ignored. Before you know it, Ronald stops and shouts out “Grell! Grell! I found your partner!”. Your heart sinks to places lower than your stomach as he walks closer to her, giving you a view of your captor. Grell immediately snatches you from Ronald’s arms. “Thank you, Ronald. Me and (Y/N) have some talking to do.” she says, venom laced within her voice. Grell begins running off with you, her grip being so strong that you feel like she’s clawing into you.

In a matter of minutes, you’re back at your old “home” and are terrified of what awaits you. The silence fills you with dread and fear to the point where you almost don’t notice yourself being thrown onto the bed face down, Grell pinning your hands down. A minute’s silence passes by before you can swear you hear snarling. “(Y/N)... what the hell where you doing?” Grell asks. “I-I’m sorry.” is all you can say. 

You feel Grell lifting up her leg so she can step on your ass, making you cry out. She leans into your ear. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it dollface.” she says, making you shiver. It doesn’t take too long for your ass being stepped on to feel painful, so you make an attempt to get Grell to take her foot off your ass. “I-it hurts, p-please don’t step o-on me.” you whimper out. 

“It hurts? Too bad, because I don’t care.” she says. She takes one of her hands off yours, being strong enough to keep you pinned down with only one hand so she can grab a fistful of your hair and tug at it to make you look up at her. “I thought I could trust you to be on your own, but apparently not.” she said. “Hey, look at me when I’m speaking to you.” she demanded. You looked up at her, now crying. 

Thank goodness Grell has a soft spot for you. Suddenly, Grell unpinned your hands and began rocking you in her arms. “Hey hey, don’t cry darling.” she cooed. She brushed some hair off your face to get a closer look at you. “What happened to you? You have cuts on your face.” she said. “I got them when I broke that window open.” you sobbed and stuttered out. 

“Poor thing, you really can’t be left alone, can you?” she said. Suddenly Grell got up, with you in her arms and walked over to the restroom where she sat you down on the sink to disinfect your cuts. You hissed in pain as she pressed a cotton round with rubbing alcohol on it against a cut on your cheek. Once she was finished tending to your cuts, she gave you a bath while inspecting your body to make sure you didn’t have any injuries. As you changed into some pajamas after your bath, you began thinking about just how easily you got off.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Grell cupping your face in her hands, now right in front of you. “I’m sorry.” you blurted out, feeling somewhat guilt. “For what?” Grell asked. “For trying to leave.” you said. “And?” Grell questioned you.  You remained quiet for a moment, wondering what else she wanted you to say, until it came to you.

“... and I’ll never do it again.” you said. “Good girl~” said Grell, giving you a kiss on the forehead. She took her hands off your face and began walking off before pausing to say something. “Not to worry you, but you got off easy this time, honey. If you manage to pull a little stunt like that again, I won’t be as nice as I was today. And you can forget all hopes of managing to do that again, as us reapers are everywhere, and I’ve made sure to tell all my coworkers about you, so either way you’ll be returned to me.” she says. “Go to bed, don’t wait for me, as I have some business to attend to. Goodnight sweetheart.~” said Grell, walking off. You did as you were told, feeling drained.

To your unawareness, the “business” Grell had to attend to was boarding up the windows and putting extra locks on any exits. She can’t have another accident like this happening, can she? <3

#grell sutcliff #grell #black butler #kuroshitsuji #tumblr #mod mitsuri #yandere #yandere grell #yandere fanfic #yandere female #yandere fanfiction #grell x reader #mod mitsuri writes #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #gender neutral y/n

[3c1air]

[(KNY Master-list)]

Start: 07/08 — Finish: 07/08

Links: Overall Master-list & Rules

DISCLAIMER!! there will be NSFW & SFW content.

|| Fanfic Rules:

I will not write about a character in a NSFW manner if they are under the age of 18 years old <- PM me if you have any concerns or questions, I will gladly clear up any confusion.

Do not make ur Request forceful. It’s a fan-fiction. Nothing to get aggressive over.

|| Characters:

Hashira;

Tomioka Giyū [冨岡 義勇]:

Kanroji Mitsuri [甘露寺 蜜璃]:

Iguro Obanai [伊黒 小芭内]:

Shinazugawa Sanemi [不死川 実弥]:

Kochō Shinobu [胡蝶 しのぶ]:

Rengoku Kyōjurō [煉獄 杏寿郎]:

Uzui Tengen [宇髄 天元]: (And His Wives’)

Demons;

Kibutsuji Muzan [鬼舞辻 無惨]:

Tamayo [珠世] & Yushirō [愈史郎]:

Kokushibō [黒死牟]:

Dōma [童磨]:

Akaza [猗窩座]:

Gyūtarō [妓夫太郎]:

Daki: 堕姫 [(§¥§)]:

[(§¥§)]

#x you fluff #x female y/n #x ftm reader #x male reader #x male smut #x male y/n #x reader #x y/n smut #x y/n #KNY #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #fanfic #kny masterlist #kny masterpost #kny headcanons #kny x you #kny mitsuri #yandere kny #yandere kny smut #kny fanfic #kny x y/n #kny smut #kny x reader #kny douma

[urarakasdiary]

literally running out of ideas for fics. if you got some and wanna share them, help yo girl out!

#kny x y/n #demon slayer #yandere headcanons #urarakasdiary #gyutaro x reader #tw yandere #manga #kny headcanons #gyutaro #daki #muzan #tanjiro #zenitsu #inosuke #nezuko #uzui #rengoku #yoriichi #mitsuri #shinobu #douma #akaza #enmu #kokushibo #hisoka #hantegu

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Could you do the reaction of yanderes hashiras when they see the male reader vomiting in disgust/rejection after the hashiras kissed him?

Rejecting The Hashira’s Kiss | Yandere Kimetsu no Yaiba X Male Reader

Whether it was a misread moment or just someone having the audacity to put their lips against yours; they are met with a solid rejection. Even if you refuse them they have no plans to stop their pursuit. All this is just a minor obstacle…yep…just..a little pothole in the road of your love:

Rengoku Kyojuro

He doesn’t ask 

He just goes right in 

Catching you off guard as he firmly kisses your unmoving lips

“BLEGH! Ew what’s your problem?! Kyojuro!?”

“I DID IT FOR GOOD FORTUNE!”

“Good Fortune my foot! Don’t go kissing people who don’t want to be kissed!”

He’s not discouraged at all 

in fact, this only spurs him to try harder to gain your affection

Or hopefully shooing of any one else who’s interested

He doesn’t bother licking his lips but I certainly see him putting his lips up to different things to…compare

“THIS MELON IS COLD NOT AT ALL LIKE (Y/N)’S LIPS. WHICH ARE WARM! AND SOFT! AND IRRESISTABLE!”

“Sir, are you going to pay for the fruit or not?”

Shinobu Kocho

Is probably tending to you after a mission

And she just can’t help herself 

You were just looking so cute with your broken arms

So she just went for it 

“Ew um can you not.”

She stares blankly at you 

Before doing it again

“What are you going to do? Stop me?”

She’s going to spend the rest of your stay showing you how little you can do in comparison to her

And how powerless you are to defy her medicinal ‘ailments’

Leaving you bedridden for however long she pleases

Seating herself on your waist too weak to buck her off

“Don’t think for a moment you can stop me, you are mine and I’ll have what I want of you when I want it.” 

Uzui Tengen

Flamboyant as ever he’s not one to hide his emotions

Or what he wishes to do 

So when he goes for the kiss he kisses deep

Completely disregarding the world’s take on social customs

“I’ll be flamboyantly missing you on my mission, farewell my gem.”

The kiss is deep and while you may pull away he’s keeping a firm hold on your waist

Letting his fingers graze against your butt

When you pull away to spit Tengen makes a note of it

And will dive back into capturing your lips

“Don’t let any of me my sparkling saliva out of your mouth, otherwise I’ll have to punish you~!”

Sanemi Shinazugawa

It takes a lot to hype himself up to do this

Despite being as prickly as he is 

he blushes and gets week in the knees around you

So when he moves fast to kiss you he’s embarrassed when your lips curl in disgust

“Ewww…that was so gross.”

He’s so hurt 

But that sadness morphs to anger 

And when demons don’t cut it 

He’s fighting you 

“WHEN SOMEONE GIVES YOU A KISS, YOU KISS THEM BACK!”

Mitsuri Kanroji

Love is her element 

So of course, she’s going to kiss you as soon as she feels like the mood’s been set

When you reject her, she is reminded of all the times such a thing has happened before

“Oh…you didn’t like that…huh?”

She’s hurt so so hurt

But her tears are so pretty

So perfect you’ll cave

That is if her guard snake doesn’t come for you first

“Y-you’re s-sorry..hm..i-i’ll definitely feel better if you give me a kiss though…please?”

Obanai Iguro 

He’s hesitant to even come near you 

Often preferring to watch you from afar

He usually thinks he’s lesser than you

A monster in every right that is protecting his beauty in the shadows

So he’ll wait until your sleeping or so high on medicine that you can’t recognize him

“Y-yuck..”

“...I am sorry.”

So crestfallen he probably won’t talk to you out of embarrassment despite you’re actual cluelessness

“Kabumaru love is cruel..isn’t it?”

Giyuu Tomioka

Nobody likes him anyway

And when he’s shoulders deep in his obsession for you he stops caring

He no longer lets being likable by anyone stop him from what he wants

“-ick! Eww, I can’t believe you–”

“I can hardly resist you (Y/n), even if you hate me.”

Nothing’s off the table 

But he pretty much is willing to do whatever it takes

He’s witnessed so many die at the hands of demons

He doesn’t care how you feel 

That will not be your fate

“It doesn’t matter what you think of me. I’m not letting you free.”

Gyomei Himejima

He can’t see your beauty which he cries about often

But thanks to his lack of sight you let him feel your face

“If only for my mind’s eye, may I?”

“Yeah Gyomei no problem.”

It’s his dirty little pleasure

Curious about your figure 

He holds you steady holding your shoulders

And he accidentally let’s his lips brush against your own

He gets the message when you pull away

He knows it’s probably out of disgust, but he can delude himself into thinking it was out of embarrassment

And that let’s him smile in his lonesome

“My apologies was that your lips?”

Muichiro Tokito

He thinks being the young kid he is, you won’t mind

When he jumps up to give you a kiss 

And when you recoil asking him what that was about

He’ll wistfully sigh because you didn’t react the way he wantedyou to

“Don’t friends kiss each other before they leave.”

He feigns ignorance as he mulls upon your rejection

He figures he’s got time to convince you he’s worthy of your kisses

And then he forgets 

Aiming for a kiss again with some other excuse to pursue his little crush on you

“I think of you like a brother…don’t family kiss each other?”

#yandere hashira #yandere gyomei himejima #yandere muichiro #yandere muichiro tokito #yandere mitsuri #yandere mitsuri kanroji #yandere obanai #yandere obanai iguro #yandere giyuu tomioka #yandere giyuu #yandere sanemi shinagazawa #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere demon slayer #yandere kny #yandere uzui tengen #yandere uzui #yandere shinobu kocho #yandere shinobu #yandere rengoku #yandere rengoku kyojuro #male reader #yandere x male reader

[mubabee]

MASTERLIST

Honkai Star Rail

Yanquing

—Yanqing being overprotective

—Y/N bumps into Blade p.1

—Y/N bumps into Blade p.2

—Y/N bumps into Blade p.3

Luocha

—Y/N tries to hide her wound

—A bit of a suggestive moment with Luocha

(NSFW) On Luocha’s lap

Dan Heng/Dan Feng

—Dan Feng licking your hand(don’t ask)

—Fluff moment with Dan Heng

Jing Yuan

—Jing Yuan licking your hand(don’t ask)

—Fluff Moment with Jing Yuan

—Jing Yuan with shy!Y/N

Natasha

—Genderbent Natasha

Helping Natasha

Himeko

—Genderbent!Himeko being wary of Kafka

—Himeko hugging Y/N

Kafka and Himeko protecting you

Kafka

—Genderbent!Himeko being wary of Kafka

—Random Kafka x reader

Kafka and Himeko protecting you

Random Kafka thought

Gepard

—Gepard hugging Y/N

Caelus

—Sibling Caelus

Path to Nowhere

Zoya

Genderbent Zoya

Demon Slayer

Mitsuri

—Genderbent!Shinobu and Mitsuri

—Rengoku, genderbent!Mitsuri, and Inosuke

Jealous!possessive!Mitsuri

Shinobu

—Genderbent!Shinobu and Mitsuri

Rengoku

—Rengoku, genderbent!Mitsuri, and Inosuke

Inosuke

—Rengoku, genderbent!Mitsuri, and Inosuke

—

—KNY x Reader chapter 1(no context until next chapter)

Jujustu Kaisen

Gojo

—The main trio and Gojo

—Gojo cheering up Y/N

Yuji Itadori

Yuji x reader on Halloween

Yuji x (Y/N)

Spiderverse

Hobie

—Hobie and Pavitr with child!Y/N

Pavitr

—Hobie and Pavitr with child!Y/N

Yona of the Dawn

—Y/N asks Hak to teach her how to fight

Genshin Impact

Shenhe

—Genderbent!Shenhe

Alhaitham

—Sleeping with Alhaitham

Raiden Shogun

—Genderbent!Raiden Shogun

Cyno

Cyno x reader who laughs at his jokes

Baizhu

(NSFW)Baizhu eating you out

Lego Monkie Kid

MK

—MK and Y/N with short hair

—Red son, MK, and Mei with chibi!Y/N

Macaque

—Macaque being unimpressed

Red Son

—Red son, MK, and Mei with chibi!Y/N

Mei

—Red son, MK, and Mei with chibi!Y/N

Undertale/AUs

Aftertale sans

Geno

Overwatch

Tracer

Genderbent Tracer

Kill La Kill

Ryuko Matoi

—Genderbent Ryuko Matoi

#Me

—#Me characters thinking about Y/N

Danganronpa

Mikan

—Genderbent Mikan

Cookie Run Kingdom

Vanilla Cookie —Vanilla Cookie

Hazbin Hotel

—Hazbin Hotel with child!reader p.1

Welcome Home

Wally Darling

—Wally

My Little Pony

Pinkie Pie —Genderbent!human!Pinkie Pie

Sunset Shimmer

—Genderbent!human!Sunset Shimmer

My OCs (All OCs here are yandere)

Mikio

—Mikio

—More info on Mikio

Kuroko

—Kuroko

—Valentines Day with Kuroko

Arata

—Arata

—Meeting Arata for the first time

Hiroto

—Hiroto

#x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai star rail #Jjk #jujustu kaisen #jujustu kaisen x reader #demon slayer #kny #kny x reader #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse #atsv #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #lego monkie kid #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #kill la kill #kill la kill x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #welcome home #my little pony #ocs #art

[ozzgin]

omg, i'm so happy i stumble at your blog❤️❤️❤️..It's so very good and beautiful 😭💋.... btw, i was thinking about reader who's have kanae, mitsuri,and daki attitude. She's a model and a girlfriend from Jeff the killer , offenderman and Slenderman ... please 🙏🙏🙏....

Based on my brief google search I’m assuming those are characters from Kimetsu no Yaiba? Sadly I haven’t watched it yet, so I can only refer to the wiki. Since this is creepypasta I hope you don’t mind if it’s more yandere and horror themed.

Yandere! Creepypasta x Reader Headcanons

Featuring Jeff the Killer, Offenderman, Slenderman, and a model reader that becomes their partner with or without her approval. TW: may contain violence and dubious consent

Jeff the Killer

Jeff can tell that behind those pretty little eyes of yours lies a grim, unorthodox curiosity for the darker things in life. You might deceive anyone else as you confidently strut the catwalk flooded with glamorous light, but he knows better. He’s known it from the moment he laid his eyes on you, and you’ve confirmed his feelings every single day since. He’ll show you what you’re missing. He’s watched you long enough.

You wake up with a dry throat and try to shuffle in your sheets before you realize that something is pressing them down, limiting your movement. With eyes now shot open, you erratically look around in the darkness trying to find the cause of this strange feeling. Something tickles your face and you try to regulate your rapidly increasing breathing, slowly accustoming yourself to the pitch black room. It’s hair. Long, coarse hair frames a bizarrely distorted face with bulging eyes burning holes in you. You gasp silently, unsure how to proceed. The mysterious man has efficiently caged you in with his body, his limbs fencing your helpless self. “Do you usually take sleeping pills?” his voice creaks disturbingly loud in the previously quiet room. “It’s the first time you’ve woken up just from this.”

He cackles and lowers his head until his forehead is pressing against yours. You feel a faint moisture coming from his mouth and wonder if its source is the gaping wounds that spread across his cheeks. “Watching you sleep has its charm, but this way I can finally talk to you properly. I’m not really good with confessions, so don’t expect a cheesy ‘will you be my girlfriend~’. Alright?” You stare, struggling to follow. Has he been stalking you? Is this why you’ve been plagued with a feeling of impending doom for months? And your manager had suggested you might just be fatigued, arranging for a prescription for sleeping pills.

“Hey! I don’t like talking to myself” the man growls, seemingly angered. He slaps a cold hand onto your cheek, now sticky with sweat, and proceeds to harshly grab your chin and force you into a nod. “That’s more like it. Good. If you behave properly we’ll be done with this in a second.” “Are you here to kill me?” you manage to blurt out, despite your mouth being mangled between his fingers. “Huh? What? Have you been listening?” He lifts his head once again, now fully towering over you. “I said you’re my partner starting now. So no more flirting with those little worms that pile around you. Either way I’m getting rid of them.” You manage to turn your head somewhat and notice the dull blade that’s been laying next to your pillow. “Do you comprehend, (Y/N)? You belong to me.” He pulls your jaw down into another nod. You feel like a rag doll.

With the other hand he cups your chin and gently squeezes your face. “Oh, you really are the prettiest thing. Look at this lovely face of yours. Would be a great shame if someone were to mess it up, huh?” He releases your cheeks and you hear the knife shift across the sheets.

Slenderman

You sink yourself further into the camping chair and lazily raise the can of beer that’s uncomfortably wet from the condensation. Your friends follow the gesture and congratulate you one more time as a toast opportunity. Following the latest fashion show, you’ve gotten several offers to be featured in some big name magazines. You can’t be bothered to remember the names as this whole charade is just your main way of earning enough to survive. As the night goes on it abruptly occurs to you that you might’ve had one sip too much and groggily get out of your seat. You’re mildly dizzy and hold onto the tree trunks for balance, hoping to find a spot far enough from the tents that you avoid invading everyone else’s nostrils with the smell of fresh puke.

Strange. Have your friends suddenly gone to bed? The sound of the badly tuned guitar has faded without you noticing. You turn around and squint your eyes for the camping lights, but it’s unexpectedly dark. Did you walk that much in your quest to find a quiet place for your drunken relief? You’re a bit uneasy at the idea of being alone in a big forest at night, so you turn around and try to retrace your steps. Your sickness has suddenly been replaced with impalpable fear. You swallow dryly as you pat the branches in your blind pursuit. You barely distanced yourself from the camp. You’re sure of it.

Finally, some bushes rustle loudly behind you and a homely feeling warms your body once again. “Christ, you guys. I’m losing my drinking game, I can’t believe I almost got lost in the-“

Were these two trees here before? The slender black forms sway briefly and your stomach drops. You gather up the courage to move your gaze gradually upwards, following the shape of the objects in front of you. They’re legs. Your head is now fully tilted back as you try to take in the image of the massive, faceless creature that stands there quietly. You dare to blink, hoping it will erase this unholy deformation of nightmares.

Not only does the man remain before you, consolidating his factual existence, but almost instantly your ankles twitch from the pressure of some mysterious dark tendrils that slither they way from an unknown source and are now taking over your body. The large arms extend outwards in a frightening span before circling around you, bringing you closer. You can now discern that the creature is wearing a suit and an earthy scent takes over you as you bury your nose in the old, dusty clothing. You begin to shiver, wondering if this is how you die. Shh, shh, darling. One pale, clawed hand pats your back in a soothing manner. You’re at last away from those humans, back to where you belong. He’s waited for you a long, long time. Only watching you from a distance, admiring your beautiful features and counting towards this day. Oh, what an agonizing wait. He’s been tormented by dreams of hope. And now you’re finally his.

You’re home.

Offenderman

You check your phone one more time and sigh in frustration. You aren’t even remotely interested in dating this guy, but his profile mentioned he’s a designer and you could use some networking. You cross your legs the other way and scan the park. He could at least show up on time. As you idly fiddle with your thumbs you feel a sudden wetness on your shoulder. You pull your shirt to inspect it and twist your mouth in disgust upon seeing the liquid slowly being absorbed by the textile. What the hell, bird droppings? Another drop falls nearby and you look up.

The first thing that comes into your view is the unnaturally wide mouth comprising of sharp teeth tightly pressed together. Saliva seems to be pooling into the edge of the lower lip before spilling over. He’s drooling. You instinctively try to get up, but the large creature’s hands quickly push you back onto the bench. Rude! If you’re going to walk around being this pretty, at least have the common sense to let him admire you in peace. His mouth is curled into a satisfied, perverted grin as he carefully slurps your features in.

He’d say that you look way better than in the photos, but that would be a lie. That would imply it’s his first time meeting you, but he’s been stalking you for a fair amount of time now. You can’t blame him, he knows you’ve been cheekily tempting him even if you aren’t aware of it. Naughty girls like you need to be punished and luckily he’s a master at delivering the best kind of discipline.

He easily lifts you up and throws you over the shoulder. Your screams of protest only make him giddy with excitement. Oh, the things he’s going to do to you. You might be upset now, but you’ll soon be begging him for more. It’s always like this. Though he may keep you around for longer. He’s rather fond of you and might even make you his girlfriend.

“Miss (Y/N)”, the words roll out of his mouth as he’s testing the sound of it. Nice. “What do you say about being Offenderman’s girlfriend? I’m just kidding love, you don’t need to answer that. I’ve already decided.” He proceeds to walk away, blissfully ignoring your clenched fists hitting against his back.

#creepypasta #slenderman #jeff the killer #offenderman #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanon #slenderman x reader #jeff the killer x reader #offenderman x reader #yandere creepypasta #yandere x reader

[dearest-painter]

How reactionary spider society with Mitsuri! reader?

They all love you, they love how brave you are, how you care for everyone, and try to save the people. Some are surprised with your big appetite and how much you can eat but you seem happy so they don’t care. Miguel has tried to get you food that makes you be filled for the moment but it never works.

Your strength is much more better then all of them and their very surprised with it. Some of them fear you might use it against them while others admire it completely. Overall they all love Mitsuri!Reader

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #gn reader #yandere platonic #platonic yandere #x gn reader #yandere x gn reader #genderfluid enity answers! #gender neutral y/n #yandere x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #✉️mail arrived✉️ #yandere spider man across the spider verse #yandere spiderverse #Mitsuri!Reader

[nakimesbiwa]

MITSURIXYOU

Along with you, Mitsuri went to sleep. Waking up before Mitsuri, you could see her amazing facial features; Her perfect green doe eyes, dark green in the middle, and her pink mixed in with green hair. Her nose, legs, body, nails, and her personality. It was all perfect… Why would people play with her? Just why. She was just so bright to your eyes. Why couldn't they see? They didn't deserve her anyone, didn't not, even you. She was out of this world. But putting that aside you got up brushed your teeth and walked to the kitchen quietly you didn't want to wake her up making food for her. Walking back to the room…You felt curious to let everywhere your curious kill you and you looked in a dresser looking at what you found a book. It wasn't a type of book… It said Mitsuri you quickly got it before Misturi woke up. Putting it in your backpack. "Good Morning Y/n!" Mitsuri said sounding happy but looking tired. "Good morning to you too." Saying coldly". (Mitsuri): Hmm… She thought you looked off? looking around she couldn't find anything missing "Alright. I'm going to the kitchen I made food come after you change okay?" Y/n still sounding cold as ever walking out of the door. Leaving her backpack alone. As Mitsuri got off the bed sensing that something was off looking at her dresser it was half open. nervously opening it. It was gone. Panicking, and scared. She just looked into your backpack slowly walking near it unzipping it and seeing the book. Getting it felt comfortable that the secret was kept in her hands. Why would she do that? Mitsuri thought more thinking of how was she going to keep you here… Silently walking out of the room.

THAT IT MAKING MORE TIME FOR OTHER FANFICS LAMO

That's why I love making my favs yandere. I going to make yandere shinobu headcanons..

#demon slayer #demon slayer x y/n #y/n #x y/n #fem reader #kny #mitsuri x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer mitsuri #mitsuri x y/n #mitsuri kanroji #mitsuri kanjori #kny mitsuri #yandere

[mamayan]

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

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

★YOBAI☆

Giyuu Tomioka x Fem! Reader

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

YOBAI Series: Kyojuro, Sanemi, Obanai/Mitsuri

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

“I love you.”

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

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

Did you love him like a man?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” His eye twitched.

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

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

“I didn’t reject her…?”

“You did though Tomioka-san.”

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

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

He felt further conflicted after speaking with Rengoku.

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

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

Were you overworking yourself?

Did you eat breakfast this morning?

You sneeze cutely.

He likes how you laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was tired of feeling regret.

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

In the middle of the night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You meant it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiles at you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Post dividers/ @saradika

#Yan loves Desi #see what I did there? #request filled #Giyuu Tomioka #Giyuu Tomioka smut #Yobai Giyuu #Kny Giyuu smut #Giyuu smut #kny Giyuu Tomioka x reader #Giyuu Tomioka x reader smut #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba smut #kny smut #kny x reader #kny x reader smut #Yan is sick of fucking tagging already #kny x kakushi reader

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Yandere Hercules x Female Tanjiro Reader SFW and NSFW please? After Reader accepts his marriage proposal and they get married

You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to

Minors DNI

-You had gone to Shinobu prior to your wedding with Hercules, as you knew that you had to consummate the marriage with him, a thought that made your face flush so red.

-You knew that the act was to make children, but according to what you overheard Aphrodite talking about, it was now more used for fun instead.

-Shinobu was flattered you came to her, albeit a bit embarrass herself, giving you the basic idea of lovemaking, but for more adventurous methods, she provided some books for you to read.

-You loved Hercules, he had been working hard to help you find a cure for Nezuko, as well as treating you both with such gentleness and respect, showering you both with love, but after reading some of the content in these spicy books, you were more flustered than ever!! You couldn’t even look at Hercules without your whole body turning bright red!

-The wedding was beautiful, held outdoors under a large tree that the three of you nap frequently under, Shinobu and Mitsuri were your bridesmaids and Nezuko was your flower girl and bridesmaid, and Ares was the best man, doing his best to muffle his joyful sobs.

-The party afterwards was much livelier, filled with tasty food, dancing, and lots of drunk shenanigans that were photographed and going to be used as blackmail for years to come.

-You grew nervous when it was time to leave, anxiety building inside of you as Mitsuri beamed at you, as she was going to be watching Nezuko for the night.

-She beamed at you before giving you a wink, “Have fun!” she loved seeing you so red faced before she and your sister ran off and you turned as Hercules and Ares were bidding each other goodbye.

-Once at your shared home, Hercules’ house, you took a bath together, Hercules being gentle and washing your hair for you and he could tell you were rather shy, curled in on yourself, hiding your scars.

-He pressed a soft kiss to your bare shoulder, making you squeak before he wrapped his arms around you, “None of that, you’re beautiful all over, inside and outside. Your scars are badges of battles that you fought in and survived.”

-A smile rose to you lips as your hands touched his own, leaning back and you let out a squeak as you felt something hard pressing between the cheeks of your ass and up your lower back, instantly freezing.

-Hercules chuckled softly, giving you a small squeeze before pressing his lips to your neck, tongue lolling up to the lobe of your ear, “This is what you do to me, Y/N. Especially now, sitting here in front of me as my wife.”

-You felt nervous, but you also felt excited, your thighs rubbing against each other as you turned, red on your cheeks, “Then I should be a good wife and help you, right?” your words seemed to immediately set him off and he quickly held you in his arms, making you squeak as he carried you to the bedroom, setting out on the bed, not bothering to towel either one of you off.

-Your hands quickly rose to his chest, to push him back as your whole head turned red as his hands gripped your legs behind your knees, pulling your legs apart.

-He licked his lips as if you were something he was going to devour, the thought making a chill run up your spine as he grinned, “Absolutely beautiful- and all mine!”

-He descended quickly, his lips meeting your own, settling between your legs but not putting his full weight on you, as he knew you were much smaller and your back arched, feeling his warm body pressing against your own.

-Your moans were soft but each one spurred him on as he trailed his lips down, sucking marks onto your neck and chest, relishing the feeling of your hands tangling into his hair, scratching against his scalp, pulling at his hair.

-His tongue was wicked, flicking against your nipples, encircling them before pulling them into his mouth, a groan leaving him, “I can’t wait to have these full of your milk, seeing you pregnant with our child!” a sharp moan escaped your lips and he groaned as you tugged on his hair sharply, a rush going through you at his words.

-Hercules’ hands trailed down to your thighs, spreading them apart as his tongue tickled your naval, enjoying your giggles and seeing you panting beneath him.

-He was slow and gentle, taking his time prepping you, one finger slowly entered first, then a second, any discomfort quickly melted away as his lips sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking across it rapidly.

-Your cries were making him lose control, crying out his name, silently begging him as you felt a feeling filling your lower belly, one that felt hot and heavy, almost like you were going to explode.

-He could feel your walls squeezing around him and you keened loudly, your head falling back as he made a ‘come hither’ motion with his fingers, rubbing something inside you that quickly had you falling apart.

-Hercules kissed back up to your neck then your lips, stroking you through your orgasm, gasping pants leaving your lips, you felt so hot, so dizzy, but so good, you’ve never felt like this before.

-Hercules assure you that you didn’t have to return the favor, but he couldn’t argue against your pout as you were on your knees by the edge of the bed where he had sat up, “I want to- I-I want to please you too.” A hand flew to his eyes as his head tilted back, you were so pure.

-He was very big, almost too big and you could barely fit his tip in your mouth, but it was enough for him as your suckled at the tip, rubbing your tongue over it like it was a lollipop, your hands stroking along the rest of his throbbing length, groans leaving him, giving you a confidence boost.

-His hands lowered to cup your cheeks, pulling you off with a pained huff, “Don’t want things ending before we get to the main event, do we.” You nodded up at him, hearts in your eyes, a slightly dazed look on your face.

-He had you be on top, to set the pace at first, and you were nervous, anyone could see it as you sat just behind his cock, looking scared of that thing going inside of your body.

-You lifted your hips, and his hands came to rest on them, helping you keep your balance as you grabbed his cock, bringing it to your soaking lips. You both groaned in pleasure as your most private places touched, Hercules’ grip squeezing your hips just slightly.

-You bit your lip, whining softly as you managed to get the tip in, slowly working your way down, it was so big, tears bloomed from the sting, “Ah- Hercules it-it’s too big!”

-His thumbs ran gently across your hips, soothing you, before rocking gently and it felt like you had been electrocuted, a sharp cry leaving you and he winced as you squeezed him, “You’re gonna snap it off!”

-He knew he couldn’t slam you down on it, as much as he would like to, he didn’t want to hurt you and after several long minutes of gentle coaxing, bringing you down little by little, you were fully seated, your belly bulging from the tip which you touched, your face bright red.

-He grinned up at you, a hand lifting to your face, running his thumb over your lips, “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.” A gentle smile came to you lips as you kissed the palm of his hand gently.

-Hercules bucked up into you and you instantly threw your head back, a sharp cry leaving you and his hand lowered to your chest, dancing across your nipples, making you whine as he bucked up again, making you see stars as you gasped sharply.

-Your hands lowered to his belly, lifting yourself up just a bit before coming back down, your pace a bit uneasy at first, but slowly growing more confident, sharp cries leaving you with each thrust.

-Hercules clenched his jaw tightly, you were making it hard to control himself, he wanted nothing more than to ravage you with pleasure and fill you with his seed.

-His eyes snapped open at that, grabbing your waist and bringing you down harder than before and you spasmed around him, throwing your head back in a choked cry, your eyes crossing.

-He quickly lifted so he was sitting up, your legs wrapping around his waist and arms around his neck as you cried out for more, begging him and he held your hips tightly, but not to the point of bruising, and started a faster pace, trying not to go too hard on you.

-Your nails bit into you shoulders, throwing your head back and his mouth was quickly on the exposed flesh, nibbing and sucking into it as you squeezed him tightly.

-Your mind was turning into mush and Hercules could feel you tightening again, and he licked his lips, pulling back, “I’m going to pump you so full there’s no way you’re not going to get pregnant! And if it doesn’t take, I’ll take you again and again- filling you each time until it does.”

-Your strangled cry spurred him on, “Oh- you like that do you, you want me to make you a mommy, give you as many babies as you want? Is that it?”

-You whimpered, eyes full of teas as you looked up at him, “Baby- a baby!” his arms wrapped around you in a hug, thrusting harder and you were quick to fall over the edge with a sharp scream as he continued, chasing yours before emptying everything deep inside of you.

-You clutched him, feeling him twitching and feeling his warmth entering you, gasping with a gaping mouth, whimpering out his name as he slowly calmed down, kissing you softly, bringing you down from your high, the feeling of his fluids gushing out of you, your body unable to hold it all.

-You couldn’t walk the next day, but Hercules was so attentive, rubbing healing lotion on the bruises he left everywhere, and enjoying the soft kisses you were giving him, basking in your newlywed glow together.

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