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yandere-daydreams · 2 days ago
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Title: A String Pulled Taut.
Pairing: Yandere!Tengen (+Tengen's Wives) x Reader [Demon Slayer].
Word Count: 2.5k.
TW: Imprisonment, Intimidation, Unhealthy Relationships, Violence/Injury, Slight Manipulation.
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“You any good?”
It took you a long moment to realize he was talking to you, another to look at him, to take in a shock of white hair, an expression that idled somewhere between distracted and bored. He was dressed strangely, but extravagantly. His nagagi was simple, plain, but brightly colored, and clearly made of fine material - either silk or hemp, you couldn't tell. He wore his hair loose, unstyled, and yet, his fingers were adorned with rings of silver and gold, all encrusted with jewels so large and so clear, you could only imagine one would feed a family of ten for months. A nobleman, you figured, or a wealthy merchant, but if that was true, you couldn’t imagine what he’d be doing in this part of the city, at this time of night, on a back-street where only those who didn’t know any better and those who didn’t have any choice strayed. You couldn’t imagine why he would’ve stopped to talk to you.
Your hands fell to your shamisen, laid out over your lap. You’d been planning to tune it, to take some reprieve in the thoughtless act of plucking strings and turning pegs, but you must’ve gotten distracted. You took it up, now, tuned or otherwise, and crossed your legs underneath you, finding the bachi you’d left at your side without looking away from him.
“Oh, the best,” You replied, fingering absentmindedly at the neck, finding the well-worn notches easily. “That’s why I’m out here. They kicked me out of the concert hall. I’d play a single note, and all the other performers would begin to tear their instruments apart in shame. It was… inconvenient. For the patrons, I mean.”
That earned a smile, a flicker of interest. He nodded, expectantly, but you only shook your head. “I’m not a busker. You won’t find any charity here.”
A chuckle, this time, breathy and vaguely amused. “I can’t say I’ve ever paid for a song I haven’t heard yet.”
Fair enough. Most people who wore their wealth so blatantly weren’t so fickle with their yen, but you didn’t push any further. It wasn't like you'd ever sent away a willing audience.
You opted for a folksong, from your village. It wasn't complicated, or particularly impressive, but you liked how the cords blended together, the slow build of the introduction and the rush of the chorus, and you were familiar with it, knew each note and each rest like the back of your hands. You didn’t have to sacrifice the tempo to the stiffness in your fingers, didn’t have to worry about how many days it’d been since you last practiced, and when you finished, when you stuck the final note, you could let yourself enjoy the way it lingered, reverberating as it died a slow, melancholy death. You’d closed your eyes, sometime during the song, an inherited habit you had yet to shake, and you didn’t open them again until you heard something hit the payment beside you, the sound muffled but metallic, no doubt the payment he’d previously withheld. You didn’t check the amount, didn’t take the time to count out the coins, but you smiled as you snatched the satchel up, satisfied with its not-inconsiderable weight.
“There’s more, if you want it.” He was already turning away from you. “My wives would enjoy the entertainment.”
You strummed through a random cord, aiming more so to fill the silence than to further demonstrate your skill. “I don’t know, sir. It’s getting late, and I don’t make a habit of trusting strange men with deep pockets.”
“Make a habit of trusting me.” Confident, but not stern. An order given with no doubt that it’d be followed. “You'll spend the night. We’ve got a few guestrooms – you can have your pick, as long as Hinatsuru approves.” You were thankful he wasn’t looking at you, that he couldn’t see the way you stiffened at the mention of a guestroom, at the implication of a real bed. But, your playing faltered, cutting off completely, and that seemed to be all he needed to hear. “…just for tonight, of course. Unless you'd like to stay longer.”
You hesitated, but not for very long, your eyes falling to the road. You tried to straighten your back, to square your shoulders, but it was a half-hearted effort, one that cracked and gave way as soon as you opened your mouth.
“Just for tonight.”
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That night, and the next, and the next. Until days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. You tried to leave, at first, as often as you could, making your excuses and offering your gratitude to your hosts, but Makio would insist on sharing a bottle of saké, for the road, and Suma would pull you into a parting hug, and you’d wake up in your room the next morning, desperately thirsty and too weak to stand on your own. Your attempts dwindled, from every few days to twice a week, from twice a week to once a month, and eventually, you stopped trying at all.
You found other ways to keep yourself occupied. Household chores, watching the four of them train, and sometimes, when you could get away with it, stowing yourself away in a rarely used corner of the courtyard, underneath a tree that blossomed like wildfire in spring. It was a lullaby, today, one you’d picked up from an innkeeper while you were passing through the mountains and hadn't had time to return to. The tempo was slow, the melody repetitive. It reminded you of something your sister would’ve sung as she tended to the garden, something she would’ve played when she was too sick to do much else. You didn’t like it, but you wanted to perfect it, get it down well enough to play in your sleep. You wanted to—
You stopped, abruptly, opening your eyes, snapping to your left. Her footsteps were soft, but you’d been here for weeks, months. You knew what to listen for.
Not that she cared. Hinatsuru only smiled, letting her head lull to the side and clasping her hands behind her back as she spoke. “Mind if I join you?”
Too stiff, too formal, but she only hummed, lowering herself to your side. She was closer than you would’ve liked, her knee brushing against yours whenever she shifted, but you didn’t complain. Makio liked to speak over you, not to listen when you said something she didn’t want to hear, and Suma clung to your secrets like treasures more precious than life itself, but anything you told to Hinatsuru would inevitably find its way back to Tengen. She was reliable, even if her dependability rarely swayed in your favor.
You were practicing, not performing. She must’ve known that before she sat down, and if she hadn’t, she must’ve been able to tell the third time your tempo dropped into an unbearable crawl, the fourth time you skipped over a note and doubled back to correct yourself, the fifth time you repeated the final bar because it just didn’t hold the weight it would’ve had you been more capable, had you been more focused. It was messy, awkward, more of a stumbling jog than a graceful dance, but Hinatsuru didn’t seem to care, resting her head on your shoulder and she applauded quietly. You only gave a shallow mock-bow, biting into your tongue as one of her hands dropped to the base of your shamisen, tracing a jagged scratch along the side. “He wants to get you a new one.”
You wanted to bat her hand away. You wanted to ask her (politely, so politely) to stop, to leave you alone. You wanted to dig your nails into her wrist and tell her never to touch anything of yours ever again. “What do you mean?”
“As a gift. To show you how much he enjoys having you here. How much we all enjoy having you here.” Her attention dropped lower, to the chipped paint that surrounded the bridge. Something in your chest tightened. You tasted blood. “It's all he ever talks about. Made of only the finest materials, by only the most talented craftsmen. It’s supposed to be a surprise, but it’s killing him not to tell you. I think he’ll pace himself to death before he actually gets to break the news.”
You tried to be subtle, to turn away without really turning away, to make it so she’d have to pull away, stop touching what she didn't respect. Her hand fell to your thigh, instead, infinitely better. Infinitely worse. “I wouldn’t—” You cut yourself off, took a deep breath, and tried again. “I’ve never played another. I’m not sure I’d be able to.”
“Always so humble.” You heard her laugh, distantly, and dropped your eyes to the ground. “I’m sure you’ll find a way. It might be refreshing, to play a shamisen that’s not falling apart.”
“I don’t—I mean, that’s not what I meant. This shamisen, my shamisen was given to me by someone very important and I…” She was drawing circles into your thigh, now, attempting to comfort you, like she might’ve with a frightened animal, or a timid child, attempting fruitlessly to express something they didn’t want her to know. “I’ve never played another,” You repeated, trying to force as much meaning into the words as you could. “I’m not sure if I’ve ever wanted to.”
Her smile faltered. You weren’t looking at her, but you could hear it in her voice, as she replied. “Lord Tengen will be disappointed.”
“And I apologize for that, but there’s nothing I can do to change my heart.” You started on the lullaby, again, slower, this time, quieter, this time. You wanted to get it right. You needed to get this right. “I’m sorry. You’ve all been so kind to me, and I am grateful for Lord Tengen’s generosity, but… I can’t.” Then, again, with a slight delay. “I’m sorry.”
She didn’t respond, not immediately. You felt her nails scrape over your skin, the gesture not forceful enough to hurt, but carried out with enough pressure to remind you that she was there, that she wasn't leaving. “I don’t think you understand. Lord Tengen will be very disappointed.”
“I don't mean any offense.” You shut your eyes – purposefully, this time. Just so would be able to pretend you couldn’t feel her stare boring into you, refusing to lessen or dull until she’d pieced through you and torn you apart completely. “Please, let him know I appreciate the thought. I only regret that I can’t fully embrace his kindness.”
She didn’t say anything else, only pushing herself to her feet, starting back towards the mansion. You waited until you couldn’t hear her footsteps, until you were sure you were alone, finally alone, then let out a deep exhale, your hold on your shamisen going lax as you leaned against the gnarled trunk.
You could only hope you’d be able to make it last a little longer, this time.
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A mile. Maybe a little more, maybe a little less. It was hard to tell, in the dark, in the woods, when all you could do was follow the dirt road and hope it led you somewhere you wanted to be.
You made it a mile, give or take, before he caught you.
You hadn’t heard him, hadn’t seen him, hadn’t felt his eyes on you or the stifling nature of his presence or much of anything until his heel collided with the back of your knee, until you were on the ground, clinging to your throbbing leg, Tengen standing over you, unblinking.
It hurt more than it should’ve. You’d been kicked, before, punched, knocked to the ground and left bleed, but you’d never felt a pain so intense, a pain so sharp, as if he’d been able to shatter every bone in your calf with what should’ve been little more than a passing touch. You cried out, choked back a cracked sob, but if Tengen cared, he didn’t betray his concern. He only reached out, his fingers brushing over your sleeve, then your shoulder, exposed when your robes were by the fall. “I thought you were coming around.” Over your collarbone, then your chest. You grit your teeth, curled into yourself, but he didn’t pull away, didn’t give you the space you wanted, the space you needed. “I thought you liked it, with us. Or, understood that I liked it with you, at least.”
Another sob, a row of nails dug into the flesh of your calf, just to try and distract yourself from the unbearable ache. Tengen sighed, shaking his head. “It’s my fault. I should’ve been more honest. I don’t know why I thought you’d just,” He paused, gesturing vaguely with his free hand “get it.”
You opened your mouth, tried to tell him not to touch you, not to look at you, but as you shifted, you felt the weight on your back - or, the absence of it, rather. Desperately, you felt behind the ground behind you, but found nothing.
Your case. You must've dropped it.
Your shamisen.
Damn your leg. Damn Tengen. Feebly, frantically, you tried to push yourself up, to stand if you could, to crawl if you couldn’t, but it took little more than a hand on your shoulder to force you back down, to keep your chest pressed to the dirt, your leg bent in such a way that made every never in your body scream in agony. You shrieked, but you didn’t stop trying, scratching at his arm, thrashing against his hold. You could see it, lying farther down the path, the case split open and your shamisen in the dirt, visibly damaged. It’d take days to clean, weeks to properly repair, but you needed it, even it never sounded the same, even if it could never be played again. You needed it.
Tengen’s caught on quickly, albeit in his own time. His gaze flitted towards the aim of your desperation, and with an airy chuckle, he let you go, standing to his full height, walking to where your shamisen lay and picking it thoughtlessly, carelessly. You'd break his fingers. You'd hold his hand over an open fire until his skin separated from his muscle and he could never touch anything else so recklessly. “Hinatsuru said this belonged to someone you used to know. Someone important to you.” Another laugh, deeper, more sardonic. “Someone you loved, right?”
“Let it go, let it go, let it go.” You tried to get up, to tear it away from him yourself, but your strength faltered, and you fell back to your hands and knees before you could take a single step. “Don’t, I’ll—I’ll kill you, don’t touch that—”
He didn’t wait for you to finish. He took the neck in both hands, and without a hint of strain, he broke it into two splintered, separate pieces, barely connected by the mangled strings.
Then, he dropped it, and something in your chest broke beyond repair.
You didn’t cry, didn’t threaten him. You felt numb, weightless, barely aware of the arms wrapping around your waist, lifting you up and cradling you against a broad chest. You didn’t struggle, didn’t speak, just shrunk into yourself, buried your face in the fabric of his uniform, let him rest a hand on your back, keeping you close. Caging you against him. “We’ll get you a new one, a better one. Something more fitting of someone so close to me.”
You felt him kiss the top of your head, his grin wide, apparent. As if he didn’t realize he was smiling. As if he didn’t care.
“And you’ll never have to think about anyone else again.”
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i-cant-sing · 2 days ago
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Yandere platonic uzui and his wives 🛐
Yes🛐🛐🛐
Look, whenever Tanjiro and the gang has to go on a mission for months, they drop you off in some Hashiras care. As much as it breaks Tanjiro's heart and Nezuko is full on sobbing at the thought of being apart from you, they both know you're safer with the slayers. Now, they usually drop you off with either the Ubuyashiki family or with Giyuu, but since they were busy, Uzui volunteered vehemently to take you in.
Tanjiro agreed because he knew he couldn't trust Shinobu or the other Hashiras just yet, and Sanemi was big no from the start because he hurt both you and Nezuko (even though he's now head over heels in love with you now). And Uzui's wives would keep you company too.
And they're all great actually. Suma likes to latch onto you and ramble on and on about the dangers of the world and the multiple times she thought she was gonna die. Makio was intrigued by your demonic powers and would often challenge you to wrestling (she always won). And Hinatsuru was the quiet one and she just liked to sit and watch you eat her food. Uzui, for some reason liked to make you run in the woods while he chased you, promising to let you go if you can beat him- obviously, you can't. Often times you would pass out because of your weak body and low stamina, and Uzui would carry you all the way back home, smiling and whispering little praises in your ear. The wives would always be worried when Uzui brought back your unconscious body, Suma even scolding him with tears in her eyes, for making you exhausted. You would wake up in between them, all cuddled up and wrapped up in blankets- no, you're not allowed to leave the bed unless they say so. They don't care if you're over heating.
It was all good in the beginning but then it started to get... uncomfortable. The thing is, they don't know what personal space is. Like Suma is trying to be with you every second of every day. You still haven't forgiven her for breaking the bathroom door to be with you (fortunately, Uzui told her to stop.)
Mako loves play fighting with you (and you can't say no unless you're sick), but then every single time she wants to check you all over for bruises and injuries, continuing to mock you for being so careless and weak all while she expertly applies ointment on your paper cut.
Hinatsuru, who you believed to be the most normal one of them all, was perhaps the clingiest one of them all. She's so strong and you can't fight her when she drags you to the bath to wash your hair- which she has a weird obsession with. Every single morning she forces you between her legs to do your hair and every single night, she brushes your hair before bed. Not to mention the creepy staring with a smile is getting to you now.
Uzui was acting abnormally too. He liked to call you infantalising names and treated you like a baby. One time during his training, you had managed to climb a tree and Uzui stood down there with his arms wide open and told you to jump into his arms. You looked at him weirdly before beginning to climb down the tree, only to be startled halfway to death as he screamed at you to not move. Then in a flash, he was climbing onto the tree, grabbed you and then jumped back down. He rubbed your back and kissed your hair, telling you that "it must've been scary for you up there, wasn't it princess? Of course, it was. All alone above so high."
The whole lot of them liked to dress you up. Oh yes, Uzui would give you his jewellery and he enjoyed pauntubgvyour nails the same colour as his. The girls would make you wear traditional kimonos usually in pink colours with childish designs on them.
And when Uzui goes off to work in the morning, the wives all rush to dress you up and drag you to him before he leaves, just so that he could kiss your forehead and ruffle your hair, telling you to be a good kid and listen to your mamas.
Oh yes, Uzui, that weirdo, insisted on you calling him "Dad" and his wives "mama". You laughed at first, thinking he was kidding but then he gave you that stern look and you told him "no, its- that's weird. I'm not calling you that." Which then lead to Uzui locking you in the pitch black basement and he wouldn't let you out for a day until you broke down and sobbed "Dad- please! Mama- dad- I'm sorry! Please let me out! Please!" And then you were engulfed by them and carried back to their bed, which you thought was a one time thing, but it wasnt.
You only hoped you could either beat Uzui and gtfo there, or wait for Tanjiro and Nezuko to return soon and take you away from them.
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Uuhhh, yan tengen with a darling that likes to crawl into his lap and fall asleep whenever he’s home. Stock syndrome already set in for darling to be this cuddly. Plz and Thxs
You can call this Fluffy or Human Experiment. I want to know how much a fluffy Uzui Simp can take up with without having a heart attack.
I hope you like this.
Yandere Uzui Tengen
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At first, Uzui would be really skeptical.
He would think at first that this would just be the way you try to escape.
But Uzui doesn’t mind when you run to hug him as soon as he gets back home.
Uzui just strokes your hair and hugs you.
It’s a really safe feeling when his muscular arms are wrapped around you.
It can last for about a moment or many hours.
Uzui is also pleasantly surprised when you want to sleep in his arms.
He will stroke your hair and give you kisses on your forehead until you fall asleep.
He thinks you are invaluable.
Uzui is not going to sleep with you at the same time.
He wants to watch you for a moment so he can remember that moment forever.
The mornings are also really relaxing.
Uzui wakes you up with long and passionate kisses.
He usually wakes you up early so you can hug together for many hours.
And when this behavior starts to recur often, Uzui is really happy.
You finally understand what you really feel.
Uzui wants to spend more time at home with you.
He wants to make up for every second lost.
This man is really soft if you are soft to him.
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animeyanderelover · a day ago
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Not a request, I was just in the mood for this. I don’t really like the cruel kind of Yandere so I had to experiment a little bit until I was satisfied with this. But I had to do this, I love them❣️
Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, manipulation, intimidation, overprotective behavior, clinginess, touchiness, sabotage, stalking, violence, sadism, mentions of kidnapping, death
Sharing a darling
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🌺🟢You might think that due to the fact that they're siblings and even care about each other as demons, they would work somewhat good with each other. The truth is, it's a bit more complex than that, but let's start from the very beginning. Both are possessive possessive and it's terrifying, they're demons who have no shame at all, both are outstandingly cruel and sadistic and fountains of blood will spill because of you. But before they're at that point, something else plagues their mind. That is confusion, irritation, an ill will that is pointed at you. And Daki is the one who has to endure it all in the first place as she is, to her own hatred, the one who falls in love at first. It's humiliating, it's not worth her time and she might or might not be bound to throw a childish and loud tantrum, this did not go the way she wants it to and it is pathetic, only pathetic that she from all people has to go through all of this.
🌺🟢She'll kill you for this, humans should kneel and adore her and end up being her source of food. She's not the one who goes down on her knees and fawns over a weak, little human. Gyutaro shares his body with Daki so he will obviously get to know about his sister's problem and he advices her to do the same, if there is an itch that annoys you, you'll obviously get rid of it. That is all there is to it and so you might believe that the tale ends there. But it doesn't. It doesn't because Daki finds herself unable to kill her darling. Why is that? Was it because their scent had such a comforting aroma to it that gave her a weird feeling? Was it because of the sweet smile they had on their lips? Or was it something else entirely? Whatever it was, it immobilized her and she turned away before she even knew. The bitter feeling of failure, weakness resting on her tongue and for the rest of the day no one should dare to talk to her.
🌺🟢Gyutaro, unable to understand why she turned away, is not a help at all to soothe her because right now Daki is sensitive, ranting mercilessly at her brother and shouting at him. She's only that far away from starting to scream her confusing feelings hysterically out, already in the progress of busily crying. She hates s/o, she hates s/o, she hates s/o! But...she doesn't at the same time and that triggers her to no end.
🌺🟢How does she proceed from this point on? After she has finally managed to put up a more corrected and controlled stance, she starts getting involved with her s/o. She can only do it at night, but that is more than enough time. It goes above stalking since Daki actually is spending time willingly on her darling, someone who is not even an Hashira. Her brother shouldn't question her about it, she herself is the most confused about this all. Seeking to be with someone is new to her, she only needed herself and control over others and her brothers so far. Snappish and entitled would be some words to describe her, if she already graces you with her presence she naturally expects you to pay attention and show her your gratitude. Dear god, she'll be incredibly rude and cruel if you don't do as she likes. This unexplainable feeling whenever her darling ignores and ditches her for someone else is terrible, she does not deserve to be treated like this!
🌺🟢Petty and prideful arguments with her won't get anywhere, her cruel nature is turned against everyone that keeps her from your attention, her outbursts scaring them away and partially you'll be her scapegoat as well. She lashes out far too easily, her bratty and spoiled nature giving her little understanding for your own interests and life, she expects that you put her above everyone else. Does he get physical with you before revealing her true side? In a way she does, pulling her darling's hair to turn their eyes to her again or grabbing them forcefully by their chin, their hands and other body parts to drag them away, to just guarantee that she's the only thing they see. She forgives you though, as long as you please her as much as you can afterwards. It's relatively easy to soothe her as you might learn, any sudden violent outburst and cruel attitude against innocent people can be stopped the moment you feed into her ego with compliments, with a sudden show of adoration you put up for the sake of others.
🌺🟢Ah, she loves that. When her darling laces words and actions with honey, she'd rather listen to it than wasting her voice on someone else. There are no qualms about getting rid of anyone who is an obstacle anyways. Give her what she wants and she is ready to return the favor, as a rather successful courtesan she earns her fair share of money and is ready to spend a good amount of it on you without giving any less to Muzan. A seductive side is revealed sooner or later and that is something Daki loves to show around you, especially if you give her positive reactions. That is after all one of many things Daki is very confident in and she will continue to do it even if it makes you uncomfortable.
🌺🟢Her attraction towards her darling is shown obviously at one point since she demands them to ditch others to be with her, the nicknames she starts calling them and her bold touchiness. A delusion has already started to form within her, only fueled by her arrogant nature. That you should only give her your all since she is the one to deserve it all, everyone else could gladly just die in her opinion. Tell her everything about you, your past and your present all at once, she wants to know everything. How and with whom you spend your days to cross out everyone who could onsume your time that she has to have. It's only for the best, you don't need anyone else besides her. You must be happy as well, right? To have her, a beautiful woman, giving you her affection and time. Be grateful and keep her happy, she will do the same. Otherwise you will bring yourself and others in bloody troubles. Literally.
🌺🟢That play only works that long though until something has to go wrong. What is it? You being sick from this woman who scared away all of your friends, acts like she owns your whole day and ends up dolling you up for her own fun and fondness? You being sick from her tantrums and the way she forces you into a position where you have to kneel down and praise and worship her so she calms down? You being sick of her touchiness and her affection she forces on you without your permission? Don't bring it up to her, she wouldn't be able to understand you anyways. What could be possibly wrong with her possessive, her jealous and her downright monopolizing side? Her dear flower, you won't get away with such a sudden break-up. Daki is going to abduct her darling the one or another way, someone who has a mind-blowing possessive nature like her sees it as her right to kidnap the one who has fallen victim to her obsession.
🌺🟢And it could all end there. After she has abducted her darling and brought them somewhere only she will really have access to, sentient Obi slashes guarding her darling when she is away. The key word here is it could, but somehow Gyutaro stumbles inside this mess as well. How did that happen? Well, keep in mind that he still holds genuine love for his sister, letting her do all kind of terrible things from time to time which includes her whole obsession. But it's also the fact that he shares his body in a way with her, shares her senses if she lets him do so and of course he was not spared from her outbursts when she was frustrated with something which has included for a longer while now you. Not to mention, he will have to meet Daki's darling, out of his own curiosity and because Daki had to introduce him at one point. It serves as a wonderful intimidation factor which keeps you from running away after all, knowing that Daki has her older brother who is just as heartless and violent.
🌺🟢Confusion is a good way to describe Gyutaro's feelings as well, especially since he was the one who kept kind of insisting for Daki to just eat you and he even offered to eat you himself when he noticed that Daki couldn't do it. It ended, as expected, in Daki aggressively refusing. The problem with Gyutaro is simply that he does not know how to properly express his emotions, Daki is far more experienced and better and he finds himself envying her for this. Daki is attractive, she knows how to seduce and charm someone and she has claimed darling already as hers. What is with him on the other side? He does not have the same traits as her and being jealous of his own sister is something new, loving a human is something new as well. Daki's brother is the only one Daki really lets interact and see her s/o so the amount of people to converse with is limited. And a normal person who has never seen a demon in their life will be highly uncomfortable with Gyutaro's appearance.
🌺🟢He has left that inferior feeling already in the past so he really doesn't think that it will bother him much. But it does and dear lord, it stings. Unable to act and express his wish to get closer, he ends up doing it the only way he really seems to be able to show his feelings. And that is simply forcing his darling into anything, only that he has a less charming way about it. He forces s/o to talk to him, to interact with him and to just be near them. His time is limited thanks to Daki being so possessive and if she doesn't get her touchy time with you, she will certainly go a bit crazy. But what about Gyutaro? Doesn't he go crazy too with more and more time where the true amount of his feelings becomes clear to him? Of course, you'd know if you'd see that he scratched himself bloody multiple times because of this! So why does he hold back? For starters, he underestimates humans and looks down shamelessly on their existence, he basically just hates them. Respect and care for his sister plays into this as well, he's lenient to her. How long does it take for him to snap I wonder?
🌺🟢Even if he shows it in a very clumsy way, Daki still notices that her brother suddenly searches for closeness, for conversations and for moments together with the darling. Her reaction...isn't the best and it isn't the worst either. Maybe because she holds respect for her brother as well, but in either case she will force an answer out of him. Darling is hers and even Gyutaro won't be an exception for her. She has her suspicions, but she pushes them away for now. That is until this heated argument erupts from both sides, even if they are siblings who care for each other, it doesn't keep them from ranting and yelling at each other. Especially if it involves you, Daki has a short patience where she might insult her own brother and the same counts for Gyutaro. He blurs his feelings pretty much out during this argument, he struggles with this all far too much and whether he wants to admit it or not, it just hurts.
🌺🟢It hurts because he daily sees how Daki can somehow charm her darling and be together with them all the time whilst he has to stay away and probably just looks hideous in their eyes. They are more afraid of him than they are of her because of the way he looks. Why do looks matter anyways?! Long story in short, he just exploded and yelled and screamed and let out pretty much all of his emotions inside of his chest, stunning even his sister for a few moments. Things can't be the same afterwards, not now that the truth is out and a solution has to be found. Both know that they're stronger together and Muzan would not be happy if they would split up or work worse because they argue over their s/o, so the only way they have to solve this is through sharing. It's particularly hard on Daki's side, she hates sharing her darling, but she isn't as dumb as to be unreasonable. The fact still stays that Gyutaro is her brother and she holds her own sincere love for him, even if it might not look like this all of the time.
🌺🟢I don't say that it's bound to crumble, I just say that it is a bit shaky, especially during the first few weeks. Things need to settle for now and Gyutaro and Daki have to work things out, though arguments here and there will still happen, just as much as the darling has to learn to handle both of them correctly. I don’t see demons from Demon Slayer being able to share too well anyways, exception being Nezuko, Tamayo and Yushiro, simply because most of them are loners who rely on their own power, Muzan is completely out of question to share to begin with. So taking this all into consideration, Daki and Gyutaro are probably the most capable to share from the demon side because they’re siblings and despite everything care about each other enough to share. Especially Gyutaro loves his sister enough to the point where he sometimes willingly lets her have a whole day with the darling all alone plus the fact that he spoils her a little bit and his s/o as well. Daki is bratty and spoiled so she can’t easily return the favor, but with time she at the very least accepts the fact that Gyutaro needs privacy with you as well.
🌺🟢Indirectly you could say that Gyutaro grows to be touchy because of Daki who already never keeps her hands to herself. He’s awkward with his actions, but having Daki’s scent all over you pocks unpleasantly in his own pride so now that darling is his as well, he wants his smell all over them and he forces them to touch him as well. As long as his s/o shows to be afraid of him and thinking of him as scary because of his appearance, he will use that against them to scare them into everything. Call him a dog because of it, but he likes sniffing at his darling simply because he loves their scent. Gyutaro isn’t exactly as delusional as Daki is, he is at the very least able to know that demons never harbor feelings for a human. But he’s simply the type of Yandere who does not give a real fuck whether his actions are wrong or not, wicked love and a fearful possessiveness weight all of that down to nothing. So with them never having planned to go for a normal relationship in the first place, they would honestly be just very content with their darling gaining Stockholm syndrome over time.
🌺🟢Daki is a demon with a fine taste so she still continues dressing her darling up in outfits that she finds cute and adorable and Gyutaro supports that much, though Daki never really lets him join in picking outfits and accessories. They gradually improve their teamwork over time though, for example the fact that at one point they are able to actually cuddle together with their darling without going crazy. Both are touchy though, Daki especially, but it’s not like they would stop if you would be uncomfortable with it. You see, both of them do have a sadistic side to them and they do like making their darling uncomfortable every once in a while. They wouldn’t devour their s/o, but at one point they would want to get a taste of their blood at the very least. Daki takes blood from her darling in a less disturbing way, Gyutaro is another story. He wouldn’t hurt his s/o unless he loses his temper, but he has a penchant for liking them whenever they somehow hurt themself and bleed.
🌺🟢Talking about losing temper, whilst Gyutaro won’t quite reach the same level as Daki, he’s far away from being easy to endure either since he turns rougher when mad. He’s hysterical as well if he feels like it and his sensitive spot will be his darling disliking him for his looks. This should be a buried point for him, but you just have to dig it up again and growing alongside with this are his fears to be abandoned because of it. It takes him longer to calm down though, Daki is relatively easy to help calming down if she is being worshipped and praised. Punishments won’t continue damaging violence, Daki basically treats darling as a pretty doll second to only her and even if Gyutaro should be seen as a monster from them for his looks, he wouldn’t want to harm their beauty either. For his sister’s wish and for his own since he sees s/o as a gorgeous doll as well. Screaming and yelling is always included, specially Daki likes to belittle and rant at her darling. Isolation, a few days without food, simply terrifying their s/o. Even with the lack of completely beating up their darling, they will still mostly end up with bruises and a few bites from the siblings where their sadistic side will be displayed largely with them enjoying s/o’s blood.
🌺🟢Escaping is extremely difficult, two Upper Moons are not that easily outsmarted and Daki’s Blood Ability truly is a thorn to overcome, not to mention that during the day they mostly are with their darling. If their darling escapes, hell will break loose since two of the most powerful demons are going to chase after them. With no remorse or whatsoever for any other life, blood will be spilled one way or another and you should hopefully know that, it’s not like they won’t taunt you about it as soon as they’ve captured you again. Deflecting the blame and guilt you put on them for having killed all those innocent people, it’s two against one. Humans wither within years so at one point those two will turn their darling into a demon, though they do try to draw out as much of this weak humanity as possible. They enjoy it in a way.
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minnie-mei · a month ago
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Hi! Can you please write headcanons for Yandere Tengen Uzui and his wives x reader when reader becomes pregnant with Tengen’s child? How would that change any dynamics within the relationship and how much more protective would they be than before? Would they be a little more lenient/gentle with their darling because of hormonal mood swings and cravings? Thank you!
pregnant reader | yan! tengen + wives
yandere! au
afab! reader
headcanons + mini scenario
all sfw, kind of fluffy bc the reader has stockholm syndrome (it’s been a few years since you’ve been taken)
WARNING(s): obsessive/possessive behavior, overprotective tendencies, implied stockholm syndrome, yandere, mentions of kidnapping, potentially triggering content
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tengen yandere type: possessive, protective
hinatsuru yandere type: protective, obsessive
makio yandere type: protective, possessive
suma yandere type: clingy, obsessive
You’re pregnant? shocked pikachu face as if Tengen doesn’t jump you every chance he gets
the reaction to the news is extremely positive at first, and the moment isn’t complete without Suma crying and clinging onto you
(Hina definitely knew you were pregnant even before you did)
but as time goes by, it becomes obvious that your pregnancy vastly changed things around your home
Hina, the most calm and patient person in the house, starts snapping very easily at her other partners when you’re involved
she’s taking no risks in your safety whatsoever
her protective tendencies have gone up tenfold
the worst part is that Tengen likes to snatch you away to himself all the time and she hates it
To be fair, the pillar has always been that way, but he feels extra possessive now that you’re pregnant with his child
you’re his his his
and you’re growing stomach just further proves it
he doesn’t want any of the girls messing with you honestly, which has never been an issue before
he once held you over his head to keep the girls from grabbing you and he become Enemy #1 for an entire week afterwards
attempts to carry you around everywhere, but Makio will not be letting him get away with it
Makio started off the most normal in the group, but quickly becomes your guard dog after Hina complains to her about what Tengen was doing
before she was just casually protective, but now she sits at your feet ready to beat up anyone who tries to mess with you (it’s always Suma or Tengen)
One time Makio actually bit Suma for trying to touch your hair and it ended in utter chaos for almost three hours
ultimately tengen reigned victorious over his wives and swept you away that day, but that’s how most arguments ended due to him being a pillar
Suma doesn’t like it, and started pulling stunts that got her alone time with you
Suma gets clingy, and not just regular clingy, but follows you around like a shadow
even when she’s not behind you, she’s still watching you like a hawk from somewhere near
before your pregnancy, she was bubbly and able to do her own thing during the day, but now things have changed
she gets a little creepy, but don’t complain about it unless you want Makio to start a fight
just watching you across the room, peaking her eyes out from behind the wall
it’s kinda cute, like your own little owl
Pregnancy hormones are difficult
Hina and Tengen do the best with them and can handle you no matter what attitude you give
Suma doesn’t argue much, but she’s a crybaby and will immediately start sobbing if you snap at her
if you’re sad, she’s sad with you. if you’re happy, she’s happy with you.
definitely not the person to be around when you’re moody
Makio gets irritated too easily to deal with your mood swings, but she can handle it somewhat because she realizes it’s not intentional
she often walks away to avoid saying something harsh when you mention “sensitive topics”
the “sensitive topics” being the fact that you were kidnapped and they’re your psychotic captors
There are no punishments when you’re pregnant, which is good for you because you can now get away with saying whatever you want
but because it’s likely been years since you’ve been captured, who’s to say you’re not happy now?
even if you’re still upset about the whole “being kidnapped by a large demon slayer and his three hot wives” thing, it’s best not to mention it
because although their anger is no longer being taken out on you, it’s now being taken out on each other
they argue worse during the time in which you’re pregnant, then they ever have before
the fights rarely get physical, but it’s overwhelming and stressful
just a waste honestly, but you can hardly control what comes out of your mouth at that point so it’s bound to happen
They like touching your tummy, even when it’s still small :)
they argue over who gets to touch first and where (bc Tengen’s hands are so big they can’t always fit everyone)
Hina gets stressed about your health because it wasn’t exactly rare for women to die during pregnancy during this time
so she takes upon herself to learn completely about prenatal care and find you the best doctors
speaking of doctors, they are all in the room when one comes for check-ins (they are very jealous lovers)
your doctor is terrified of 6’6”, giant, flamboyant Tengen Uzui
Once you reach the last quarter of your pregnancy, Suma’s attitude does a 180
rather than being quiet and doting, she’s now back to being whiny, and adds some moodiness to the mix
she’s still clingy, but now she’s frowning all the time
everyone in the house has a problem with it but it’s soon is revealed that she’s jealous of the baby
she doesn’t want it taking all your attention from her
The others haven’t even thought of that but she just put the idea in their head
chaos ensues once again
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You were only three months along, and you were surprised how much your pregnancy had changed things in such a short amount of time. You couldn’t imagine the four getting any more obsessive than they already were.
Hinatsuru was cooking in the kitchen while you sat on a heap of cushions in the dining area, sure to stay in her line of vision. Since she’s realized you were pregnant, she hadn’t let anyone else feed you or have you alone for more than a few minutes. Makio, who sat at your feet, had a similar attitude.
The two had built some sort of alliance to keep you “safe.” Of course, a big part of their definition of safe entailed keeping you away from Tengen and Suma. They’d decided that Tengen was too big and confident to be trusted with you; they were sure he’d be too rough. As for Suma, she was unpredictable and emotional. Plus she didn’t have the best track record being alone with you.
Tengen and Suma were on two different spectrums of moodiness now that they were kept away from you most of the time. Suma was getting increasingly pouty, but the white haired male was beginning to get angry, which nothing good ever came out of. They were both decently selfish about you, and would not be working together. They’d pull their own tricks to get you.
Suma was lurking just around the corner with her head in view. A small smile was making its way onto your face at her slightly cute habit. She’d been doing this a lot recently. Makio knew she was there, but didn’t bother looking up until the stepped further into the room.
“Out, brat!” She snapped.
Suma paused, not saying anything which was quite out of character. Then, a few seconds later, took another few steps forward.
“‘You not hear me?” Makio growled out, sitting up, ready to get to her feet.
“Would you quit shouting?” Hinatsuru turned around and glared at Makio from a distance, “Do you not have any concern for our little Love? Yelling stresses them out.”
“I wasn’t even yelling!”
“You’re yelling now-!”
With Makio now up arguing with Hina, her back to you, this was Suma’s chance. She quietly snuck over to you before yanking you up full force into her. You forgot how strong she and the other two wives were. Before Makio and Hina could notice what she’d done, she swept you away and ran as fast as she could down the hall with you in tow.
By the time she slammed the bedroom door behind her, the two girls were right on her tail demanding to be let in. Makio was much louder than Hina, who was trying to slow her breathing to calmly ask for you to open the door. The youngest wife fell to the ground, taking you with her, as she glared at the lock.
“No way! I won them fair and square this time! Go away! They’re mine! Not yours!”
“Oh shut it, you little bug! When I get my hands on you—!” Makio banged on the wood.
“—Y/N, my darling, could you unlock the door for me please? Your dinner is almost done.” Hina sweetly said to you.
“They’re pregnant, you dumbass! You’re starving them!”
“Quit it! I just want them for an hour! That’s all! I-I don’t— you won’t ever let me have them! it’s not fair-!” Suma’s eyes welled up with tears and the crying fest began.
Suma had been exceptionally less sensitive lately, until now. And with your hormones being as scrambled as they were, you started crying with her. Now the two of you were sobbing on the ground, Makio and Hina were trying to break in, but where was your husband?
“What’s this~?” You jumped a little and quickly looked back, Suma pulling out her kunai. There, in all his glory stood Tengen, fresh out of the bath in just his shorts. He had an all-too smug grin on his face, happy to catch his pregnant little Love in need of saving.
“Nuh-uh! No!” Suma cut off his plotting, “you don’t get them! It’s my turn.”
Tengen only stared at her blankly, only slightly impressed at her determination to keep you in her possession. But unfortunately for poor Suma, you were his possession to keep.
The large man squatted down to your level, but Suma was quick to crawl in front of you with her kunai drawn.
Unwilling to fight his wife, he thought of something.
“Ok, fine.” He spoke to her, “Let’s make a deal then. If I can have them for a few hours, I’ll let you have them next.”
She didn’t want to say yes, she was sure there was a trick rooted somewhere within his words, but she didn’t have too much of a choice. Pouting and dropping her weapon, she tearfully nodded and stood to her feet. Tengen held her by the wrist and brought her to the bedroom door, opening it just enough to see his other two wives.
Makio scowled at him but let Suma be pushed out. The door was soon shut and locked again, for Tengen to press his back against it and look down at you.
“It’s okay, my baby. You get to stay with your favorite for a little bit.” He stalked towards you, pulling you off the ground and into his arms for you to wrap your legs around his waist.
His face was immediately tucked into your neck so he could breathe in your scent he hadn’t got enough of recently.
“‘Gonna be such a good mommy to my baby.”
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nayrring · 4 months ago
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When he is a momma's boy with long pretty hair (that every girl is jealous of) who can't spell shit, and love to beat anyone & anything as a hobby ♡
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Bonus: when he uses his blonde friend as a punching bag 💪
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zeniiin · a month ago
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Yandere Tengen Uzui x Reader
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TW!: yandere Tengen, pervert Tengen, mention of deaths.
Tengen feels so lucky to have you.
Tengen kidnapped you a few months ago, he said it was love at first sight. He saved you from a demon on a very snowy night and you thanked him by letting him stay in your house for a few days while the snowstorm died down.
Tengen fell in love with you in that short amount of time, you were so motherly. Your kind smile, your soft skin, your beautiful hair, your delicate form. He loved everything about you, your curves, and all you represented.
He got mad when he saw you treated everyone in your village the same, he thought that only he should be allowed to be treated in that way by you. Maybe even his wives could get a bit of your attention.
When the snowstorm died down, he said his goodbye to you, but you just had to go and see him off with that beautiful smile and a special bento made just for him for his journey especially. He wants you to see him off like that for the rest of his life, and get welcomed by you whenever he arrives home.
His thoughts were going crazy, he tried to remain sane, but he couldn't. He led demons to your village to kill everyone there except you. He hated the idea that they had received your attention longer than he had, he hated the look the men of the village will give to you. He hated them, they don't deserve you. But he does.
So he led the demons and killed them, and became you knight in shining armor for the second time by saving you.
Ah, how delightful.  Feeling your soft body press against his as you whimper softly against his shoulder by the death of your so-called village.
He hugged you for hours, feeling every curve of your clothed body as you were too busy crying to even realize what was going on. Ah, how beautiful, you fell asleep on him. He can feel your soft breath on his neck. How much he wanted to feel you like this while he watched you sleep. But worry not, as he was a gentleman and didn't give in to the temptation of watching you bath. He did take some of your dirty laundries while you were bathing and return them right after you were done.
Tengen took you that night to his residence and his wives all had the same look when they saw you. They had the same look Tengen had when he first saw you.
Pure love, pure obsession.
Ah, y/n... your life would have been easier if you had died that night alongside your village.
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Maybe a pt2? Idk lol
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misslili265 · 2 months ago
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Could you do some over protective (almost obsessive) Rengoku x clueless quiet reader?
Hey darling, sure I can do, I hope you like this one. I believe this can be a soft yandere...(Guys, again... My native language it's Portuguese)
Kyojuro X Clueless quiet reader
Soft Yandere
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Rengoku delivered the blow that saved your life.  You had your arms covering your face, waiting for certain death, until the pillar of flames appeared and cut off the oni's head, in front of your eyes. 
When you saw that you survived, you were able to catch back your lost breath, and thanked the brave warrior. 
You, after the shocking episode, even though you were very shy, thought that the least you could do is bring him to come into your residence and have a cup of tea.  Kyojuro was ok, but that was a lot of information for you.  You are silently pouring tea into both cups. 
Kyojuro observes how you're still shaking a little, and in his carefully observation he realizes even more about you, that your features are exactly something he could admire for the rest of his life, Rengoku's fiery eyes roam all over your beautiful forms, he watches your hair , arms, your way. 
In your timid deed of thanks, you like an evil witch, bewitch the gentleman before you.  Kyojuro had no way to defend himself from your charms.  And everything has a price y/n, whether you know it or not.  You sit and are sipping your tea from a distance, realizing that you are not of many words, Kyojuro doesn't mind, actually being the opposite of him, the pillar of flames is free to talk as much as he wants.  After a few important questions he widens his eyes.  Without family?  Kyojuro understood the reason for being there, his fate, he was designated to be your protector.  While for you it was a time to show being kind to someone who saved your life.  He said goodbye to you with a warm smile.  You retired to try to get a good night's sleep, at least try after the scare. 
Despite not knowing, Kyojuro spent most of the time he had to watch over your house.  And realizing that you were in no danger he withdrew.  But the disquieting thoughts of the pillar of flames did not leave his presence.  You, your delicacy, everything you were was haunting Rengoku's mind.  As the days go by, you "coincidentally" see your Savior in the surroundings.  Do you need supplies?  When you go to the market, he waves at you.  And it looks like the man who saved you is responsible for the entire area.  Your thoughts are.  "There must be several of those monsters around here, as this man has been watching everything since that day." 
Today, you went out in the early evening for a meeting with your friends, you are fragrant and well groomed.  When changing steps you are faced with a flaming gaze.  "- Hi y/n, how have you been?" 
You are intrigued and respond with a polite "hi".
With a serious expression Kyojuro said.  "- I'll escort you on your way, just yesterday I had to kill another oni that was around here. Do you think it's a good idea to go out at night?" 
You're looking into Kyojuro's determined eyes, and you don't have a right answer.  Without asking if he could or not, Kyojuro just do what he said, he escorts you.
  You are embarrassed, and not understanding whether such care is needed.  Rather, "he killed a monster yesterday, didn't he?" 
You are then still silent, offering no resistance.  You were just wondering what it would be like to arrive at an intimate meeting with your friends, with a man with a sword on his hip.  Upon arrival, your friends didn't seem to mind Kyojuro's presence.  Unlike you, your friends knew right away that he was on his knees for you.  Kyojuro was not rude to your friends, but made sure to show why he was with you.  Kyojuro's body language said he was your protector.  Always around as if forming a barrier against anyone, if necessary smoothing the sword hilt to show how far he would go for you.  You say goodbye to your friends, and Kyojuro takes you home.  Upon arriving at your door he utters a firm sentence.  "- Y/n, don't go out anymore at night, please. I might not be able to escort you at some point, and we don't want something bad to happen, do we?"
  You realize that it was crossing a line, you are silently trying to process everything, and Kyojuro, realizing your discomfort, softens the words with gestures.  He approaches, and softly tucking some of your hair with his fingers behind your ear he says.  "- You understand that I'm trying to protect you, don't you dear?"  You nod your head. 
In the days that follow, being alone begins to become a distant reality.  Your new "friend" Kyojuro is always present.  He opens the door to your home "announcing" his arrival, often bringing you gifts and pampering you in many ways.  Questions are constant.  Where have you been, with whom, where?  But you know it isn't, that it's all part of the Pillar of Flame's generosity in protecting you, such a helpless creature?  You were convincing yourself that Kyojuro's "kindness" was out of fear that something bad would happen to you, or anyone else in the area where you live.
But you understood your new reality, when you came out of your bath wrapped in your towel, and heard a voice scolding you from your room window, before you even left to put on your robes.  "- Y/n, close this window , someone may see you naked. Please be more discerning."  Kyojuro speaks, shaking his head in disapproval.
  You are shocked, your eyes can not believe it, and if before you were unaware of Kyojuro's behavior, now you understand that he's gonna be with you in all your moments, whether you like it or not.  After all... He has to fulfill his duty of being your designated protector...
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ppsycho · 3 months ago
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Yandere CEO x reader
Masterlist
⚠️Kidnapping/ forced pregnancy/ controlling behaviour⚠️
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Weird feeling of someone watching you, you opened your eyes and closing it again because of the sunlight from the window.
“Finally woke up darling?”
A familiar voice, a voice you wished to never hear, your so “loving” husband stood in front of you wearing traditional kimono and holding your sun.
He kissed your forehead and handed you your son to feed him.
“He began crying for sometime so I took him with me to the garden to not wake you but, but now he’s hungry” he said
You forced a smile and started feeding your baby, your husband kept his eyes on you and how you fed your baby, licking his lips, you knew what’s gonna come after it, you felt like throwing up.
“Anyway… don’t you think you forgot something?” He asked.
You knew exactly what he’s talking about but you played dumb
“Umm… no…”
“Come on darling, you know what I’m talking about” he points at his lips.
You can’t do this anymore, you have to do what he wants otherwise you gonna pay in way you don’t want, he gave you something you can’t live without it and he’s willing to take from you to make you do what he wants.
You kissed him on his cheek, he giggled
“no, not here… here” he squeezed you cheeks pulling you to a heated kiss, that a way to tell what’s gonna happen today.
“(Baby/ name) will stay with my dad today… and we my darling gonna enjoy our time alone “
“Lucian, I can’t I’m really tired”
He didn’t like your answer and he doesn’t like that you’re lying to get away from him, he puts one hand on your thigh and the other brushing your son head who you still feeding him.
“You know…. I would hate it if something happened to OUR son” his eyes dark showing he have no problem doing the unthinkable to make you comply to his demands.
“F-fine! Whatever you want ! Just please don’t hurt my baby” you started crying, you put your hand on his to make him calm down, he hugged you, your son between you.
“Don’t worry darling, shhhh. It’s okay, I’ll protect you both, if behave well nothing gonna happen, okay?” You nodded your.
“Now, we gonna do everything we did on our first meeting and dates!…. Well expect few part that are not important, haha” you gave a nervous laugh
‘Yeah kidnapping and forcing yourself on me not important’
He took your son and sent him to his father, telling to not get dressed and he’s the one who gonna dress you.
He do this all the time, he is the one who chooses what dress and he is the one who dresses you, saying
“Princess like you should not left a finger and only take care on his children”
He stood behind you kissing your neck
“I missed the feeling of you”
“You always all over me, even making me sleep naked, so what do you miss exactly” you said
“Our time alone without thinking of our child or bing interrupted”
you sighed and let him continue doing what he want, knowing nothing good gonna come from stopping him.
Thinking back to the day your life turned upside down.
“I can’t believe we did that!!” You friend said
“Yeah! But it’s gonna be bad if we got caught” you said
“No worry, we can manage our way out”
“We don’t look like we belong here, look everyone wearing really expensive clothes” worried about bing caught and the police called on you, but your friend was adamant to seduce a rich man.
You didn’t want to come but she managed to convince you to come with her somehow
“Listen, I tried so hard to find clothes that look good and cheap so shhhh, I’m gonna find a husband for you come on honey”
“But I don’t want one”
“You don’t know what you want and what’s best for you”
she pulled you with her, talking to any guy she sees stand alone.
You stood somewhere to rest from running around with your friend, you felt someone one watching you but you brushed it off.
In the end you left with your friend empty handed, thankfully you thought. You don’t want to be with someone just because they have money.
The feeling of bing watched from that night never left you, it terrified you
“I feel like I’m bing watched, I’m scared”
“Honey, you probably under stress because of work, I feel like I’m going crazy, We really need a sugar daddy” you two laughed, talking to her calmed you down.
You were walking back home after working overtime, a car stopped near you and the door opened
“Umm, ms? Can I ask you if you know where this place is?” The handsome man said, making you walk to him to see the picture of the building he wanted to go to, you told him it’s two blocks away
“Uhh, thank you, you’re so kind….. so kind that it led you to me” confused about what he said, didn’t have a chance to open your mouth, you were pulled to the car.
You tried to scream and get away but to no avail
“Just make it easy for both of us and stop struggling, darling”
“What do you want!!! I didn’t do anything to you!!”
“Yes, and I my dear, love you”
“I don’t even know you!!”
“We gonna have plenty of time to get to know each other… well.. mostly you getting to know me…. Because I know everything about you my dear”
And it’s clicked
“You were the one stalking me”
“Well I like to call it walking just extremely close behind, tell me… that guy you were walking with to work, is he your boyfriend? A fiancé?”
“N-no, he’s a friend”
“Good, so you won’t have a problem bing pregnant with my child?” Your heart sinks, shaking your head no.
“You have no say in anything my dear, you’re mine now , I don’t think you would mind marrying me, someone who can take care of you while you just sit and be pretty for me. From what I saw at the party and how your friend trying to find someone for you before her, how nice…… but!!! The way she offered you to other men, offering what’s belong to me bing giving to others I really wanted to kill her!”
“Please don’t!”
“I wonder why she skipped me?”
“We know what’s out our reach so that why she never came near you knowing your answer” you tried to excuse what happened to save your friend
“If she didn’t , we wouldn’t be here now, we could’ve had our date and married by now, you would be a month and two weeks pregnant, but it’s okay it’s okay, we have time”
“Please, let me go I won’t tell anyone “
“Oh darling as much as I love to hear you beg me but this is not exactly to what kind I like if you know what I mean” you started to cry
You knew there’s no way to get out of here he already told you what would he do if you run away, he made his relationship with you public the day he saw you already made his mind that you’re his, putting hints to the public he’s taking, everyone going crazy over it trying to find out who that lucky girl.
He posted a picture of his hand holding yours wearing a wedding ring on the post saying
“She said yes!!”
Everyone was happy for him and you, forcing you to act normal and text your friends a family and tell them about the news, they hear your cris but they thought it’s out happiness.
That night was a curse he really made sure you get pregnant.
“Why you crying you dear?” You know better than to tell the truth
“I’m just happy to be with you, you really nice to me… you’re the best husband I could ask for”
He hugged you
“I’m happy to have in my life , I’ll do anything to keep safe”
You left the house to your first date, the garden you loved to visit.
Just like the first date, paparazzi everywhere doing a horrible job at hiding
“Remember our first kiss? It was like this” he kissed you deeply
“Hmmm, not really it was more like this” he put quick soft kiss
“You really remember everything”
You two laughed, putting the happy family image even if it was only him bing happy.
You went with him to every place you wanted, you told him you wanted some fast food, you were the first to introduce him to fast food
He panicked the first day of kidnapping you and told you what you wanted to eat, you wanted (favourite fast food) and didn’t know what that was.
Going panic mood ,
“Calm down its just fast food, you never tried it before?” He shook his head, you explained to him and ordered some for the both of you and he loved it.
“It’s getting late, can we go back? (Baby/ nam) probably hungry and crying, he can’t sleep if he doesn’t sleep next to me”
“Yeah we should go, but it’s our night, me & you only”
He didn’t waist a second, as as you two entered you house he went straight to business, he took you in every room even your baby’s room
“Should make a sibling for our son in his room?”
“Ah~ no, it’s gonna more attention from you, I don’t ahh~ think that W-what you want”
“Hmm, true but we can solve that”
He didn’t waist a second of that night, kept going until morning.
You couldn’t keep up and passed out.
Lucian heard the door bell , he saw his father holding his son, dark circles around his eyes
“Here, he kept crying all night, he misses his mom” he handed him the child and left to have some rest
“Hey little one, we’re you giving your grandpa a hard time?” His son giggled
“That my good boy, let’s go see mommy”
You were in deep sleep
“M-mama” you instantly woke up, covering your body with the blanket
“Hey baby, did you miss me?” You took him , he was hungry.
You fed him but never expected you husband to suck on your nipple
“Stop, it’s not for you!”
“He have one, this one is for me”
His son wasn’t happy his food is bing stolen by his father, he tried to push him with his tiny hands and feet, you giggled at his helpless attempts.
Maybe I should except it, for my son and myself , he’s not that bad …. I have to except it too late to leave.
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jackrrabbit · 4 days ago
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frostbites /// Douma x f!Reader (18+)
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Summary: [Mermaid AU] An ecologist studying a deserted island stumbles across a creature straight out of a fairytale…or a nightmare.
✧ open season thirsts but this one turned into a full fic so fuck my life [7–8/?] ✧
Request 1: Ooh can you write yandere mermaid AU’s?
Request 2: Oh my gosh. Okay, this is so exciting. Since I realized you write for Demon Slayer I've been itching for the opportunity to see anything from you about Doma. He's just. So awful and terrible. I'm trash, I love him. He's an actual monster with a saccharine smile. I'd love to see ANYTHING from you about him. Headcanons. A scenario of him with a demon slayer, or a demon, or just some pathetic human. Even just your thoughts on him would be a blessing, your choice. I’d just love to hear anything you have to say about him. Your writing is so beautifully unsettling, (your Oikawa piece Fanatic. That left me thinking about him for weeks.) So anything about Doma would be fantastic. But no pressure, if Doma isn't your cup of tea please don't force yourself. Honestly I'm just excited to see what you write from any of your requests. Thank you for being so lovely!
A/N: Combined these requests bc I feel like Douma was honestly perfect for this, and I’ve been holding off writing him until he gets animated but who knows how long that’ll take. Thank you so much, btw—I’m also Douma trash and I’ll absolutely be writing more for him in the future!
Is this yandere? It’s more like an origin story of Douma going yandere for cute ecology RA!reader. I haven’t written a scene like this in ages and it was really fun! I know I’m cursing myself by saying this, but maybe one day I’ll write more in this AU…no promises though ♡
Tags/warnings: yandere, mermaid AU but more on the spooky side (shoutout to @yandere-daydreams, the og yan mermaid fucker & a huge inspiration—thanks!!), fear, action, blood kink (?), mild violence, horror/beauty paradigm, size difference, animalistic, HEAVY predator/prey dynamic, one-sided sexual implications (reader is oblivious), ‘it’/‘the creature’ , hand kink, OSHA violations, there are many benefits to being a marine biologist, unfinished business…
You’ve never slept well in the cold.
Maybe you should’ve kept that in mind when you applied for a research assistant position on a tiny, uninhabited island off the Russian coast, but you thought you’d get used to it. You were sure—you were so sure, cocky little past-you—that you’d adapt to the below-freezing temperatures, that the worst part about the 2-month long field study would be the boredom of spending your days taking water samples and tagging birds with no cell service. But it’s not. The worst part is the cold.
So technically, one could argue that there’s a decent reason for you to be out of your bed tonight, yes? You couldn’t sleep from the stiff pain lancing through your sore muscles and the cold, so you made the (undeniably stupid, you’re now realizing) decision to leave camp and wander through the forest looking for…something. But by now you’re starting to regret it. You don’t think you’re far from camp, but everything feels sharper and stranger when you’re alone like this—the collar of your heavy jacket chafing against your throat, the crunch of hoarfrost under your boots, the thin beam of your flashlight catching the steam of your breath here and there before glancing over the surface of the water. God, you should have stayed in bed.
Even so many hours past sunset, the river that cuts through the center of the island is darker than the night and twice as cold. You haven’t forgotten the cautionary words the team leader imparted on your group before you came to the island: how easy it would be to get caught under the current, how quickly the icy water would seep into your limbs and your blood and your heart. You’ve been following the river because there are no paths and no markers, but you keep a safe distance—that is, until you see it.
A flash of light reflecting back from something under the surface. A rippling tongue of silver cutting through the black water. You start, shiver. You look again for the fish (how could it be a fish, though? nothing that big lives in the water here) but the churning waters are dark again. Just to prove to yourself that you’re being silly, you take a few slow steps closer to the bank—crouching low to keep your balance, shining your flashlight into the river, straining your vision to stare into the depths.
And someone—something—looks back.
You know about the fight or flight instinct, how the nervous system kicks into gear with the right stimulus; that reminder that humans are prey animals too. But you don’t run, and you don’t fight. Every muscle in your body stills, locks into place. You freeze. The thing in the river places its hands on the bank to rise half out of the water and tilts its head to the side; stares into your face. And you stare back at it. Behind it, in the river, you see hints of what caught your eye earlier: a silvery tail, like a fishtail but impossibly long, winding effortlessly through the water and keeping the creature’s torso afloat.
Your knees and the heels of your palms press into the ground. The ice underneath stings through each layer of clothing that was supposed to protect you from the elements, biting a little deeper with every second you spend sitting rigid and looking at the creature in front of you. Run. Run. Run, you think.
It blinks slowly, pale lashes shuttering down over kaleidoscopic eyes that your mind can’t seem to categorize into human or inhuman. You’re so focused on its face that you don’t see its hand move, don’t even know it’s reaching for you until you feel the icy weight of it against your cheek. Its lips part—those teeth, oh god, oh god—and it speaks something in a low, eerie voice that you know by instinct wasn’t built for human language.
(You don’t understand then—the version of Japanese he learned so many decades ago was too archaic and too heavily inflected by his unnatural manner of speaking for you to comprehend. Later, when you’re able to understand him, he’ll repeat what he said that first time he saw you kneel down by the edge of the water like a frightened doe: he’ll tell you he laid his hand on your bare skin and felt the beat of your heart and did his best to remember the human word for warm.)
But you hear different.
You hear the whispered, slithering curse of a monster from a nightmare—a beautiful one, but still. Your prey instinct thrills into pure terror, and finally a thought rips its way to the surface. You know—your brain knows, the logical part of you that you’re supposed to rely on—you know what you need to do. You have to get away. Heave your shivering body off of the muddy snow and force it into motion. You know this, you should know this, and yet the fear radiating through your body is concentrated not on your legs, but on the point where the—
—the what? the mermaid? the monster?—
—this thing is touching you, its fingertips resting delicately on your cheek. The body below the human torso resembles something between a shining fish and an eel, but the skin touching yours would almost feel human if it weren’t so cold. (Like a dead man. Like a dead thing, your mind tells you, and if every hair on your body wasn’t already pricked up in goosebumps, it would be now.)
The nails, too—not like a person’s nails you’ve ever seen—thick and long, tapering into points that could tear your flesh open like paper if the thing in the water decides to move them just a fraction of an inch down into the delicate tissue of your cheek—and because you can’t stop yourself, you don’t do the sensible thing. You don’t run. You release something that sounds like a choked scream (you can see the steam of it staining the frigid air white more than you actually hear it) and you force your stiff muscles to take hold of the creature’s wrist and try to drag his hand somewhere, anywhere it isn’t touching your face.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. You’re going to die here, aren’t you?
The terrible, beautiful form before you flexes, rippling like a current’s passing down from where your covered fingers are feebly trying to pull at the cold, thick mass of its arm; in an instant, it’s lifting itself out of the black water to tower over you, and it—
Not it. Him.
The thing, the monster in front of you isn’t human, but from the waist up you can’t help categorizing it—him—as male in your head. Even without considering the dozen feet of his tail, it’s a body with power threaded into every centimeter of flesh: muscular, serpentine almost, and larger than a human man’s but unmistakably male, even if the slick contours of his abdomen, his pectorals, the V-shaped muscles framing his hips and disappearing into scales below would be better suited to a stone carving of a pagan god than any man you’ve ever seen in real life.
The wrist you naively thought you could move is so large that despite the added bulk of the mitten you’re wearing, your fingers aren’t even close to meeting around it; when he bows his head toward yours, forcing you to arch your own neck back to avoid another unwelcome touch, the pristine architecture of his face fills your field of vision. In the periphery, you see a few wet strands of silver-gold hair slip over his shoulder and onto the surface of your puffer jacket, dripping frigid river water into the nylon and the fill until it soaks through to your collarbone.
More important than that, though, is the way he’s looking at you. He’s surprised, or you’d think so if this were a human and you could trust your interpretation of his wide eyes and his head cocked to the side, the slight part of his mouth and the way it curls up at the corners—some mixture of shock and delight, like a child who’s managed to catch a bird in his hands and can’t really believe his good luck.
You feel the muscles in his arm contract and then the grip you had on him is inverted—it’s him squeezing long, agile fingers around your wrist, easily spanning the width of it even over the thick sleeve of your jacket, nails stroking over the fabric like he’s deciding whether or not to shred it to get at your skin.
After a moment of deliberation, where you scrunch your eyes closed and grimace away from the cold seeping off him in waves, you feel the synthetic texture of your insulated mitt slipping over your hand—he’s taking your mitten off? You chance a quick look over, and he’s already tearing through the thick wrist strap with a single swipe of his claw to pull the mitt over your hand and drop it limply to your side. It’s too cold here for bare hands—you instinctively try to draw your hand back, curl your fingers into a fist, but the creature doesn’t let you—a short hiss escapes his mouth, and then his own hand is flattening against yours, forcing your fingers straight so he can—
—it’s strange. Almost like he’s comparing the size of his hand to yours. But that wouldn’t make sense, would it?
With the damp cold of his palm aligned against the warm softness of yours, you can tell that his hand is enormous—each fingertip outstretches easily five, six centimeters past yours, even without the added length of his sharpened nails. The stillness, the strangeness of the comparison quiets the part of your mind that’s curled in on itself with sheer terror enough that the researcher in you can start making notes—skin resembles human’s but slightly…smoother? glossier? could be something covering the surface along with water—abnormally large hands but seem to correspond with body size—small amount of transparent webbing between the fingers…
The massive hand pressed into yours shifts by a few degrees, fingers finding the gaps between yours, lacing your hands together and applying pressure until, until—
You flinch, trying without success to yank your hand away from the source of the pain and you speak without thinking. “—stop—stop, that hurts!”
He stops, easing the pressure on your delicate hand, but only by a little. Curious eyes move back to you, lingering over the movement of your mouth when you speak. His own mouth opens, and you force your gaze back up to his multicolored eyes so you don’t have to look at his teeth.
“h—ur—hur—ts?”
You frown through the persistent ache in your wrist—did he just—? Is he trying to imitate you?
“hur—ts?” the creature says again in that low, slithering voice that still feels wrong somehow. “it—hurts?”
“Can you understand me?” you gasp, the words leaving your mouth so quickly that your breath in the cold air clouds his beautiful face for a moment.
His head dips into a fluid nod. “—can— un—under—stand.”
You’re marveling at the discovery—not only can this creature sort of…mimic human speech, it seems like there’s a chance he actually understands what you’re saying. Does that mean he’s met humans before? Is he part human—some kind of human hybrid, a species never before believed possible until you stumbled across it on a completely unrelated research project? What does this mean—for your team, for your career, for the world? Never mind that he’s still gripping your hand so hard that the bones are starting to throb with pain—for the first time since you spotted his tail moving through the water, your fear moves to the back burner. Instead, your mind is humming with the possibilities of this finding.
Which is why you don’t notice him leaning in closer until it’s too late.
“sm—ell— g—ood. smells—good,” he repeats breathily, the air exhaled from those unearthly lungs washing like a cold rain over the side of your cheek. His face—so much larger than yours—is nudging up against the place where your jaw meets your throat, breathing in your scent. You can feel the brush of his pale eyelashes against your sensitive skin.
“want to— t—taste—want to—eat—”
You’re so numb from the cold that you barely feel the razor-like edge of his claw slice through your bared skin, drawing a shallow cut from your thumb down the back of your hand to the bulge of the carpal bones in your wrist. It’s not deep—the pain isn’t even as noticeable as the strangeness of the heat you feel seeping from the injury a second later—which you realize, as the creature pulls back just enough to lick over it—is blood.
Your blood.
He’s lapping at your blood.
You try to scramble to your feet, boots scraping haphazardly against the slippery coating of snow on the ground only to pull him closer by his grip on your hand when you stumble back almost flat to the earth. You prop yourself up on your elbows and then he’s looming over you, nose almost touching yours, the bulk of his broad chest gleaming white like the snow underneath you.
He’s smiling—beaming down at you, eyes wide with joy, such an angelic kind of beauty that for a second, despite everything, your heart seizes up with longing—ribbons of metallic hair curl around his face as they dry or drip down over his chiseled shoulders like rivers of gold—his eyes shimmer in a million colors you couldn’t put names to, almost luminescent even in the scattered halo from the flashlight you discarded a few feet away without thinking—this monster, your angel of death staring you in the face, so beautiful it hurts to look at him—
Stop freezing. You have to run. You have to do something. Your adrenaline isn’t working right, it’s pinning you into the frozen earth just as surely as the creature on top of you. The weight of his body—the juncture between his human abdomen and the tail—settles between your knees, forcing your legs wider to accommodate the mass between them. His mouth moves and again you’re transfixed piecing together his fractured speech.
“you—taste good—soft— sw—sweet. want to—touch—feel. inside.” His low, raspy voice is laced with something besides pleasure—hunger? you can’t tell, you’re not sure, but it has to be—and his eyes drift closed happily as he speaks, one thick arm curling underneath your rigid body to draw it up against his. “let me—inside—? let me feel inside—”
“Get off me!” Do something. Now. You don’t know what he’s talking about (‘feel inside’? what the fuck?), but considering common sense is telling you that there’s a decent chance you’re about to be wolfed down like Christmas dinner, it can’t be anything good.
You struggle awkwardly against the pressure of his arm, but you’re nowhere near worming your way away from him when your bare hand scrapes roughly into the dirt near your leg searching out the pocketknife you keep zipped into one of your chest pockets. Somehow you have a hard time believing the 6cm blade you use to clean under your fingernails is going to do a whole lot of good against the literal monster that’s wrestling you into the snow at the moment, but maybe a decent slash over the face could distract him enough for you to get away?
It doesn’t matter, though—as soon as the back of your thumb makes contact with the rough fragments of ice littering the ground, your escape attempt is thrust to the side in deference to the line of fire screaming out from the cut on your hand. A mixture of clean and dried blood smears out over the dirty snow and you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from whimpering like an animal.
The pressure against your chest lets up as the monster…sits up, or whatever the anatomically-correct equivalent position is, staring down at you with patronizing concern over his face. “it hurts?” he asks slowly, almost mockingly, but your eyes are fixed on the newly-reopened injury spilling a few final drops of scarlet into the white canvas underneath. So red, like…
The flare.
The fucking flare you were given, for emergencies only.
You’re an idiot.
Before the creature can resume its attack, your abused hand shoots to the thigh pocket where the flare is resting parallel to your leg—you can barely get your cold fingers to move to the right position but you force the stiff digits to grip the zipper and yank it open, bending a few of the metal teeth in the process. He notices you moving, but just cocks his head to the side again, waiting patiently to bat aside whatever pathetic resistance attempt you’ll mount this time—and then you have it—the long rod of the flare is resting in your hand and you slide it out of the pocket to point it out to the side as far from your body as possible—
his eyes narrow a little and he makes to reach out for you again, probably wondering what you’re holding—
your team leader taught you how to use these flares on the first day of the boat trip: hold it downwind remove the cap strike the lid like a match—and in the chaos you barely remember to turn your face away and close your eyes but you do and then—
Heat explodes through the icy air as the black behind your eyelids blooms scarlet from the light of the flare. You can hear it hissing and spitting—or is that the monster?—but more importantly you can feel it, the fiery warmth roasting through the darkness at the end of your arm. You thrust the flare upward blindly (careful not to let it anywhere near you but so desperate at this point that you’d take a nasty burn over being eaten alive) and an instant later you feel the weight of his body lift off you. You don’t have any time to waste—it’ll only burn for a minute, and with the frost still biting through your lungs you’re not going to be running as fast as you’d like—but hey, he’s part fish, right? So all you have to do is get away from the water. At least…you hope.
56 seconds left. You toss the still-burning flare to the side and roll in the other direction, squinting through the all-encompassing red glow to make out the plastic glint of your flashlight. You spot it, dive for it, and wrap your undamaged hand around the familiar grip, tucking the other into the pocket of your jacket for warmth. 49 seconds left. You can hear him behind you—growling or something in that creeping voice—but you can’t look back. Can’t look into those eyes, or you’ll be trapped again, pinned and licked and taken. You haul yourself to your feet and pick a direction—doesn’t matter where, as long as it’s away from the scarlet fire of the flare and the river and him. 43 seconds left.
Behind you, the growling has started to sound like laughter.
Run. Run. Run.
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In the morning, you wake up cold.
You’re nested in your bedroll, but icy sweat is soaking through the fleece lining of your undershirt and your whole body is shaking trying to get you warm again. What a horrible dream, you tell yourself. Just a bad dream. You’re still wearing your outdoor jacket but that must be because you were so tired after the job you were assigned yesterday that you forgot to change into your nightclothes, so silly. One of your hands feels prickly and achy and it stings but that must be because you scraped it on something while taking samples. So careless of you. What a horrible dream, you tell yourself.
The morning light filtering through the tent is silver-grey, almost gold at some angles. You stare into the perfectly normal light, straight up into the place where the sun should be behind the fabric. There’s condensation collecting on the ceiling of the tent; when it drips down onto your bare face, you have this strange idea—that the sudden shock of cold water spilling down your cheek feels almost like…
…almost like the echo of a touch.
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leon-is-a-hoe-for-muzan · 2 months ago
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YANDERE! KIBUTSUJI MUZAN X DARLING! READER - ICY NIGHT
╰┈➤Synopsis : Why not Muzan punish his darling by leaving her outside in the cold, maybe let her get a hypothermia? 
╰┈➤Trigger warning : Yandere Muzan, Violence, Minor DNI, Go choke somewhere else. 
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Under the pitch-black sky of the night, the [H/C] haired girl sat on the ground which was covered with inches of snow. The girl shook and trembled, her teeth chattered as the cold breeze of winter hit her frame, easily penetrating the thin layer of clothing on her body. It had been hours since [Y/N] [L/N] was there, under the bone-chilling weather, outside of the dwelling which her captor called it to be her “home”. Bruises started to form on both of her knees from the excruciatingly long period of kneeling on the ground. 
“ Is this how I am going to die?” 
[Y/N] mumbled to herself as she embraced her body in the hope to conserve the little body heat she has left. Had no tight ropes been binding her ankles and wrist to restrict her movement, she would have taken this opportunity to run away. Get to the civilization that she used to belong to. But alas that was not the case. So the girl stood still, her usual [lip color] lips were now blue, her beautiful skin was now chapped, flakes of snow dangling in her dry and frozen [H/C] locks.
“ Have you learned your lesson? ” 
When a familiar voice of a man reached her ears, [Y/N] quickly snapped her head up, only to meet with a pair of glowing crimson orbs. In front of her was a breathtakingly beautiful raven-haired man dressed for the night. No. This is not a man. He is a ruthless demon. A Beast. The man was the notorious Kibutsuji Muzan. The very same creature who snatched her off the street so that she could become…..what he said? Ah yes. His “darling” 
[Y/N] bit her quivering lips down as she glared at her captor. If she did not know better, she would have yelled series of profanity at him. For what? For taking her freedom away, for taking away her loved ones, and for his occasional unreasonable punishments.
Now you might be wondering what did [Y/N] do so badly to make the demon think that it was only fair that he left her to die from hypothermia during the freezing winter night? Nothing special. All she did was turn her little escape plan to reality and attempted to run away. You know, just like any sane person who was held captive against her will would do.
Instead of letting out her rage, the [H/C] haired girl averted her gaze as she looked down, letting a soft whine to escape from her lips. Right now, she has no mental strength or any sort of pride to be angry. She was tired. She could feel her body slowly shutting down. She needed to do something quickly. Anything that will not end up with her dying from the lack of body heat. 
Standing up as she gathered all the energy in her weak little body, [Y/N] shuffled her restrained legs and somehow inched her body forward and made her way towards her captor. Unfortunately, [Y/N] tripped and fell on her way, landing her face-first on the cold hard snow-covered ground. 
“ My, my. You poor little thing.” 
The demon said as he walked towards the girl whimpering in pain. Extending his hands out, Muzan reached for her icy cheeks, caressing them ever so gently. Normally, [Y/N] would find the raven-haired man’s touches to be inhumanely cold, too lifeless. But having to spend so much time under the deadly weather, she was deprived of anything warm. Therefore, the presence of his large palm on her face was like the warmest and the most comforting thing ever. So she leaned in, savoring the little heat she newly obtained. 
“ I assume that you already learned your lesson then.” 
Muzan mumbled as he moved his hands from her face to the back of her head, only to grab a fistful of [H/C] locks and yank her backward, earning a soft cry from the girl as a result.
“ Will you try to escape from me again, pet?” 
A spiteful hiss escaped his lips as his hands tightly gripped the back of her head. Shaking her head vigorously, [Y/N] replied non verbally, making a promise that she will never try to escape from him ever again. 
“ Good girl. You are a good girl” 
Pleased with her response, Muzan cooed as he let go of her [H/C] locks & the ropes straining [Y/N]’s wrist and legs magically came off at the same time. There was no logical explanation for how the raven-haired demon was able to do such a thing without moving an inch. Even though it was a strange occurrence, [Y/N] couldn’t care less. The ropes that restrained her body for hours magically disappearing was the least of her concern. Right now, all [Y/N] needed was some kind of heat or warmth, anything that will make her warm, anything that will make this mind-numbing coldness disappear. Even if it means holding onto the very man who caused this pain.
So she did exactly what her survival instinct told her to do so. Without giving a second thought, [Y/N] moved her body swiftly and lunged at the demon. Quickly wrapping her icy arms around his body covered in his signature expensive coat, [Y/N] pulled her captor into a tight embrace as a mean to steal some of his body heat to warm herself up.
At first, Muzan was caught off guard with what was going on, causing him to stare blankly at his darling clinging on his body. When her soft delighted purr reached his ears as he watched her nuzzle herself against his body, the demon let out a low chuckle, his arms snaking around her shaking frame. Pressing a tender kiss on [Y/N]’s frosty forehead as he holds her body close to him in bridal style, Muzan spoke on his way back inside, 
“ Now, let’s warm you up, shall we?”
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i-cant-sing · 2 days ago
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Muzan: you’re my precarious little baby and no one will ever lay a finger on you- you’re just so sweet and innocent you wouldn’t hurt a fly- my little baby
Y/n trying to set herself on fire to see how bad it would hurt: burn muthafucka
No because she so would. After finding out that she'd a demon hybrid, and practically immortal because of all the blue spider lilies Yoriichi and Kamado Clan had been feeding her, she is gonna be super reckless.
Like she's jumping off roofs, slicing off a finger, and the urge to swing a hammer against her head has never been stronger.
And Muzan knows that you're capable of healing and regenerating yourself to perfect health completely, but still... he can't help but wonder if the next breath of air is gonna be your last.
And the fact that you're part human, part demon, still makes him question your mortality. I mean sure, you're immune to the sun unlike him, but you also seem to have very low stamina and get tired easily. He even thinks you have a weak heart- it didn't beat as strong as it should have. Now this may be due to either your human body not being able to handle your demonic powers, or it may be... because of... all the sleeping medicines Yoriichi and the Kamado Clan had been feeding you all these years.
Nevertheless, Muzan will not let his menace of a child set herself on fire. Especially not when he's around. That's why he always leaves you with some demons when he goes away, and he usually returns to the sight of you having a broken arm while the demons panic because this was not what they had planned for when they chained you down.
Anyways, the demons died and reader had to spent the rest of the week being coddled and petted by Muzan.
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How would yandere Tanjiro react to the reader not talking to him and ignoring him after kidnapping her but silently crying in the night in private
Yandere Tanjiro Kamado
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Tanjiro would try his best to give you time to adjust to the new situation at the beginning.
( So Tanjiro is watching you in the corner of the room without touching you. )
He initially thinks this is some "defiant phase."
But when that "defiance phase" has taken a really long time (two days) Tanjiro is starting to worry.
Is everything all right?
Why don't you love him?
Did he do something wrong?
It really hurts him when you refuse his love.
Especially when he hears you crying often alone at night.
Tanjiro is trying to come up with a way to make you feel better.
Then he comes up with a way.
You may be cold to him but you certainly won’t be able to be cold to Nezuko.
So Tanjiro sends his sister to comfort you and keep you company when you refuse to approach him.
Nezuko will surely comfort you at night when you cry.
She is also trying to make you understand how fine and kind a person her brother is.
Stockholm syndrome comes much faster when Nezuko is near you.
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darkkny · 20 days ago
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Mine and Mine Alone.
Rengoku x Female! Reader
Warnings: Obsessive behavior, Possessive behavior, Delusional! Kyo, Hes kinda creepy.
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You’ve been feeling a little blue lately. You’re best friend, Rengoku Kyoujurou, hasn’t been around in a few days. Usually, the two of you would go out for lunch at the local vendors, spending hours browsing at the stalls and what they had to offer.
  Of course, you couldn’t blame him, after all, he is a Hashira. Rengoku was an extremely busy man. Saving people, hunting things slaying demons. You just wished you could spend more time with him. Just for a little bit, no more than an hour.
  You sighed as you folded a uniform. You worked as a maid at Tengen Uzui’s residence. You didn’t live there and only popped in at certain times, because his wives usually kept the place pretty neat. You really only ever stopped by to make sure they didn’t need anything done or any help. It was a lenient job, you loved his wives and you thought he was a cool person. In fact, he’s the whole reason you met Rengoku. You smile at the memory as you trace the fabric of the uniform. You had just washed an entire basket of cloths and uniforms. Hanging the items on a stretched line in the sun to dry, you finally clip the final piece on when you feel a strong gush of wind rush by you. Stunned, you turn to look for the culprit when you are suddenly hit head-on from the front.
  Yelping, you are thrown on your back immediately, hitting the ground with a painful thud. A gasp and millions of apologies fill your ears as you look up. A man stood before you. You had never seen anyone like him before. His red eyes, and golden hair that rivaled the sun itself blinded you, and you felt a slight blush creep on your face.
  “Hey, are you okay?” He kneels down in front of you, “I’m real sorry about that, I should have been paying attention.” You feel a presence standing over you, and you see Uzui with an amused smile. You narrow your eyes at him. Turning back to the man, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Please, just move so I can put these cloths you knocked down back up.”
  You giggle softly at the memory, before placing the uniform on a shelf. You continue this before all the uniforms had been restocked. Wiping your brow, you smile, “All done, now for lunch. I’m starving.” Walking into the main room of the house you say a farewell to Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma. They smile and thank you before going about their business. You do the same.
  Opening the shoji, you step out onto the engawa. You stopped to think about what you wanted for lunch. You decided on shrimp tempura. Your mouth watered at the thought and you step off the engawa. Walking down the garden path to the gate entrance, you stop when you hear voices. Checking to see if you knew who they were, you turn the corner to come face to face with the man of the hour with Uzui in tow. “AH! (Y/N). Just the person I was looking for.” He walks up to you and pulls into a light embrace, “Are you busy at the moment?” You smile, “Oh, No. I cant say that I am. I was just on my way to get lunch.”
He laughs loudly, “Great! I was going to ask you to go to lunch with me, but now you have no choice. Let us go. I will continue our conversation later, Tengen.” You look over at the mentioned man. He held an impatient and exasperated expression, “Hurry then, you’re the one who said it was of urgent importance.” You cock your head to the side. You shrug and jog ahead to join Rengoku who had already begun walking only stopping once he realized you weren’t following. You two set out for the village.
You both found a suitable restaurant, a little more upscale than you believed you were used to. You nearly fainted when you had seen the prices of the food, but Rengoku assured you that he would pay despite your many protests. Your head was bowed in shame as you looked down at your lap. He gave a short laugh, “(Y/N), you mustn’t be so down, I’m more than happy to pay for your food. It is my treat.” You sighed. There was no use in denying him. After you had both decided what you were going to have, you stuck with your choice from earlier, You both settle down and begin to talk waiting for your food to arrive.
  “(Y/N), I must apologize for my absence. I haven’t been able to meet with you much, between my duties and a project I’ve been working on on the side I’ve been left with no time. I haven’t meant to push you aside or anything of the sort.” You smile and sigh, “Its thoughtful that you apologized, Kyojuro.” He smiled. “I understand you’ve been busy.” You tilt your head more, “What are you working on?” His eyes light up in excitement, “I’m so glad you asked, well I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I think it's an amazing idea. I just need one key thing and thats-” He’s cut off by the waiter. “Here you go,” He sets Kyojuro’s item down with a distasteful glance before setting yours down, “and here you are.” He gives you a small smile.
“Has anyone told you that you are just stunning?” You look up in shock, “I.. I’m sorry what?” The waiter throws you a flirty look, “You are beautiful. Say, would you like to go out sometime?” You give him a confused face. “Oh, uh, that’s sweet, but, uhm, no thanks.” The man pays no mind and reaches for your hand, Rengoku reaches it first. He holds it softly. “She said no. Leave her alone.” The man scoffs.
  “Stay out of this man. This is between me and the lady.” He looks at you and winks. Kyojuro’s hold on your hand tightens. You look over at his face. He had a wide, dark smile on his face and his hold on your hand grew impossibly tighter. Using his other hand, he threw money on the table and stood up. “We’ll be taking our food to go. Don’t even think about coming after us, I will hurt you.” You gasp, “Rengoku, you cant threaten people like that.” 
He says nothing as he pulls you out of the restaurant. Groaning, he leads you into a small alley. Embracing you, he pushes you against the wall. You hesitate to hold him and he notices. Tightening his hold on you, he mutters a quiet, ”embrace me back.” You shakenly place your arms around him. He breathes into your neck, his breaths getting heavier and heavier with each passing moment.
  “It wasn’t a threat, love. It was a fucking promise.” You’re rendered speechless by Kyojuro’s foul language, “R-Rengoku? Whats going on?” He curses under his breath and pulls away before grabbing your shoulders, “Its Kyojuro. Kyojuro, okay? Lovers call each other by their first names and we’re in love.” He smiles widely at you, “I couldn’t stand it when he was talking to you like that. Talking to what’s mine like that. He cant have you, I wont let him. You’re mine. You love me like i love you.” Your mouth opens and you feel fear rush through your being.
  “Rengoku I-” “KYOJURO.” You flinch at his manic shout, and tears fill your eyes. “Kyojuro, whats gotten into you? Why are you acting like this?” He chuckles before backing away, “See, I had asked myself that the other day too. I wondered why i felt this way. I realized, (Y/N). Its because of you. All you.” He spreads his arms out. “I’m in love with you, and you’re in love with me. We’re destined to be together,” He smiles gleefully. Taking your hands in his, he smiles. “(Y/N), I love you so much. So much it hurts to be away from you. I never want you out of my sight ever again. So, i made a plan. Ive practically already finalized it with Tengen.”
  “You’re going to leave Tengen’s residence and come to mine to work, you’ll be mine fully, and I’ll love you every second of everyday,” You began to shake, “I-I what? Kyojuro,” he shivered, “I don’t want that.” He stopped, “Of course you do. Youre mine. Mine. Mine.” Your body freezes up as he grabs your face and pulls you in for a kiss. He lets out a moan and pulls away with a heavy blush and half-lidded eyes. “Its okay, my love. Me and you will always be together. Forever and ever. You are mine and mine alone.”
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minnie-mei · a month ago
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I’m not sure how to ask this but what’s the dynamic for tengen and the wives and their darling? Like are they all romantic with each other or just you now?
I think I get exactly what you’re asking ! :)
So to put things simply, they are all romantically involved, however the relationship is centered around reader now that you’ve joined the family. Before, it was primarily centered around Tengen. But they were never yandere towards one another, only you.
Of course to put it in more detail, everyone is yandere for you, only you. They’d be willing to kill each other if it absolutely came down to protecting you. They still love each other, but you’re the priority.
Excluding you, Tengen treats the others very equally. He gives and receives affection, and easily gets along fine with everyone. The girls don’t like that he keeps you to himself though. He likes when everyone cuddles up to him at night, and when gets to hold all of you on his lap.
Hinatsuru is sweet on everyone, but finds herself mothering Suma more than Makio and Tengen. She might enjoy free time with Makio the most because their personalities are compatible. She’s quietly affectionate but enjoys any gestures sent her way. She gets stressed when you’re not in her line of sight.
Makio gets annoyed too easily to properly deal with Suma, so she outwardly prefers Hina and Tengen despite loving all three of them. She doesn’t openly give affection towards anyone except their darling, but she doesn’t mind affection being directed towards her as long as she’s calm at the moment.
Suma very obviously prefers you and Tengen above anyone else. She’s still affectionate with anyone who will take it, but she can be unintentionally insensitive when she talks about the other two co-wives. She and Makio argue badly but she thinks that Makio is warm and likes to stand close to her.
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cielinde · 8 days ago
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yandere! akaza x slightly manipulative! fem reader plot w/ porn ♡ FIRST PART (ANTHROPOCENE)
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synopsis: you didn't leave him when you had the chance to. what do you do with your unwanted feelings and his unyielding love for you? word count: 8.7k tags/warnings: smut, creampie, unhealthy relationships, dubious morality, unhealthy views on trauma, survivor's guilt, horrible mental health, suppressing of emotions, cannibalism, blood + gore, yandere being its own warning, yandere x unhealthy tsundere oh god notes: ngl it's fun to give yanderes a smart+tsundere darling,, every relationship needs drama yk ;) (MINORS DNI, MORE UNDER CUT!)
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you don’t love him.
so then why did you run back to him?
freedom was just a stone’s throw away. it was right in your grasp. you could have done everything you had always wanted the second the gods turned their back on you. you had worked so hard, spent years adhering to all of his wants and needs, and had even self-destructed your own physical body from the lack of sunlight and exercise that you had sacrificed all so that he would give you his complete, devoted trust.
you could have had it all. you’re young and beautiful, who’s to say that no nobleman from china would take you in as his wife once you reached the country? it shares no terrestrial borders with japan, so try as he might, akaza would never be able to have reached you if you had boarded the ship.
the goddamn ship.
he isn’t stupid. of course he’s more brawn than brains, but he knew you were trying to run away. and even if it’s subtle, he’s taken more precautions into not letting you out of his sight. he’s stopped training as much after that fateful night, and has instead taken to spending more time with you, showing you countless lush fields of flora and even making more love to you in the serene quiet of the night, and of course, he never lets you near the ocean again.
now that he’s defeated the previous upper moon two and taken the position for himself, you feel no more fear. he’s avenged your family as you had planned from the very start, and yet it was your weakness that stopped you from fleeing.
the very weakness known as emotions.
you despise the ability to feel. if animals have a less complex range and capability to feel such abstract things, then why are humans made capable of such things? to you, it only cripples you. you’re strong in intelligence and you’re able to read people so well, so much in fact, that you can play others at your disposal to your liking, and it’s as easy as controlling puppets on a string.
but you do feel. your emotions are strong, and the pain that encompasses you from the death of your family only helps in weakening you. that morning on the beach, you had thought that perhaps, the unfilled void within you was the need for a family, for someone your heart could truly belong to. and it was, and is, akaza. in a split second, your heart decided for you. not your brain, but your heart.
and now that a month has gone by ever since your missed opportunity, you hate it.
you hate being so emotionally weak. just as akaza looks down on those physically debilitated, you think of dull-witted people to be lower than you.
but as you rest your head on a bed of flowers, his hands around you, you don’t harbour any hate towards him.
“i’m surprised you don’t just break my legs,” you smile wryly.
he looks down at you, your body cradled against his and your head resting on his chest. “there are other ways to give you a hard time walking,” he chuckles, and you snort.
“you know what i mean,” you say.
he pauses. “i had a feeling you’d try to run.”
you finally look up at him, glass-like eyes piercing yours. the new sight of the words ‘upper two’ engraved on the sunlight-yellow of his eyes will be something you’ll never get used to. you hate those words. you hate the previous upper two who ripped you out of the comfort of living a normal life. but you don’t hate akaza. in all honesty, you find his eyes just as beautiful as they were back when he was upper three. it doesn’t change a thing.
“why didn’t you stop me?” the question is more of a whisper, almost inaudible, but he hears it.
he caresses your cheek oh so gently, so lovingly, and you let yourself lean into his touch. “i don’t know,” he says, a smile curling on his lips. “i guess i had faith in you. that you’d stay. you’re nothing without me, aren’t you? you need–”
“i do need you,” you cut him off, your fingers holding onto his haori tighter. you widen your eyes in surprise at your own reaction, and you let go of the pink fabric as you tear your eyes away from his. why are you still acting the same way you used to? you don’t have to make yourself act towards him like a lovesick wife. you can be your true self, and you know he’ll always love you no matter what. is it because you’ve been acting all loving with him for years to the point it’s become moulded as a natural habit for you?
“you’re so cute, y/n,” he chuckles, and he kisses you softly on your forehead. you don’t say anything, but bury your face in the warmth of his chest. he’s nice to hug. you like that.
akaza trails his fingers through your hair, his touch soft and gentle. you close your eyes, only focusing on the fresh smell of flowers that fill your nose, and the slow, steady heartbeat that beats against his chest, and onto your ear.
“why didn’t you leave?”
his question hangs heavy in the air, and you open your eyes slowly, looking up at the night sky instead of him.
“i don’t know either,” you say slowly. “maybe…one day i’ll know,” you feel him embrace you tighter, and you try your best to detach yourself, to remove your feelings from thoughts and set them both aside in two different boxes as you always tried to. nothing good ever happens when both heart and mind are muddled with each other.
“i love you, y/n,” he says. he always waits for you to say it back. for four years, he still hasn’t let your coldness deter him. it makes you feel horrible, for some reason. you know you don’t owe him your love, but the human side of you knows that he’s lived centuries without anything resembling the love that you had when your life was normal. and even now, you still have his love.
“i like you,” you say.
gods, you sound stupid. you sound like a stupid little girl trying to make her love known to the boy she likes whilst being subtle. you sound pathetic. weak, even.
akaza chuckles softly, and when he tilts your chin to face him, he kisses you. you hesitantly kiss him back, his lips soft against yours and his hands holding you tightly, as if he’ll never let you go.
you pull back for air and before the kiss leads to anything more, and he smiles at you. “at least i’m getting somewhere, don’t you think?” he teases.
“don’t flatter yourself,” you mumble.
“oh? but you like me, don’t you?”
“i can take those words back if i so desire.”
“but you won’t, y/n. you’re really so cute. sometimes i even think you make me weak for you,” he kisses a pulse point in your neck, and your breath hitches, fingers grasping onto his arm.
“but that’s okay, y/n,” he takes your wrist now, and presses another kiss to its underside, right beneath the palm of your hand and right where your pulse resonates.
“because i know…” his words trail off, and he tugs at the opening half of your kimono. you weakly struggle against him, until he kisses the left side of your chest, right above your breast. and he smiles, “i already have your heart.”
you hate him. and you push him off, and storm off into the woods full of disdain, the sound of his laughter loud and clear in the quiet night. you’re swimming in rage, and you hate that he picks apart at your fragile heart and tells you what lies under the rubble of your poisonous thoughts.
you’d rather poison yourself with grandeurs of a powerful life than admit to your feelings.
no, you really don’t love him.
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you have no goal.
there is simply no meaning in living anymore.
you had thought that after attaining revenge, you would feel at peace. that you’d find solace and true meaning in life.
you still haven’t found it, and you doubt you ever will.
but there really is no more reason for you to live, is there? are you a nihilist, or perhaps just confused?
being vulnerable with akaza is something you hate, but with him being the only person…or being in your life, you really have no choice.
“your reason to live?” he looks up from his food to you, chin a bloodied mess and his hands an even bloodier one. he’s devouring someone right in front of you, stomach cut open and insides on display, the gruesome rolls of their intestines stringing around the dirt as you ignore the horrifying scene before you. you’ve become used to laying your eyes on all the blood and innards of people that you’re at a point of desensitisation.
“well, y/n, i’m really no wise man or scholar, but i can tell you that without you, my life wouldn’t be complete,” akaza chuckles, and takes another sickening bite into the man’s liver. you scrunch your nose in instinctual repulse, but other than that, you don’t feel an ounce of sympathy. no, you feel nothing for all the people you’ve indirectly killed. the irony lies wherein you feel sympathy for a demon who’s murdered hundreds of thousands.
“i don’t live just for you, you know,” you say pointedly. you’ve started to drop your ‘good girl’ act, and if akaza has noticed, he says nothing about it. you think maybe he doesn’t point it out so that you don’t scrutinise your own behaviour and shelter your true self away from him even more. you give him credit for that.
“i know, y/n,” he laughs. “but what do you really think is the true point in life? for me, it’s to be strong. there’s no other reason. humans never reach the true point of life because they are weak and feeble. they cannot achieve great heights in their subservient form,” he looks at you, expression softening. “but you aren’t weak in the same way all humans are. you’re special, y/n.”
you scoff, “that doesn’t make me feel better. all i got from what you said is that i’ll never reach your view on life’s purposes.”
“i didn’t mean it that way,” he sighs. “look, you know i’m not the best in putting my thoughts into words. if i feel something, i act on it. and i do it with you,” he tears off an arm, and his fangs tear through its flesh, teeth gobbling down on the detached limb.
“i know,” you say, fingers absentmindedly fumbling on the hem of the corpse’s haori. what a nice pattern it was, before it was drenched in its owner’s blood. truly a shame. “i don’t…know why i’m here,” you say softly, and akaza pauses, setting the arm down.
“y/n, look at me,” he says. and you do. “you’re here because you’re strong. you’ve survived a lot, and even if you’re still human now, you do have a purpose in life,” he reaches across and holds your hand tightly, the slick, warm blood on his hand tainting onto yours. “you live for your own purpose. the gods don’t give you a reason to live, what happens matters on what you choose to do with your life and how you choose to live. and i know that with me, you’ll live the best life you can ever live,” he gives you a smile, an encouraging one, and you hold his hand, too.
“i live for myself,” you whisper.
“then live for yourself!” he laughs, “but make the right choices, too. you don’t have to let this be a fleeting moment. make it last forever, y/n,” he holds your hand even tighter now, eyes filled with more intensity and seriousness. “stay with me, and you can live out your purpose for eternity.”
he wants you to become a demon. you know that. it’s been his goal for as long as you can remember, other than getting you to fall in love with him.
what exactly is stopping you from jumping at the chance of attaining immortality and otherworldly strength?
at first, it was your drive to run away. as long as you were human, you could walk under the sun and run away from him after his purpose was fulfilled, and you could dispose of him. but now, you don’t have anything. you’re brittle to the bones without sufficient minerals that your body desperately needs, and despite being well-fed and well-kept, your physical body is deteriorating, and although you know akaza will force the demonic transformation unto you when the time comes that you can no longer keep living, you still don’t know why you just don’t accept it.
maybe it’s because you think you’re giving yourself fully to him once you become a demon.
he wants to live with you for eternity, experience the quaternary for centuries to come, all while having you by his side, and you know it.
but you cannot answer him, and instead your hands tremble in his, your eyes downcast onto the ground, your mind at a loss for what to say. you think and feel too much, but you never really talk about the galaxy trapped within you, the scorching hail of a broken soul that you absolutely refuse to show or let slip.
“y/n,” he says softly, “you don’t want this precious life to go to waste, don’t you?”
“precious?” you chuckle bitterly, tears forming in your eyes. he’s no stranger to seeing you cry, you’ve done it many times, fake or not. but now, you really do tremble, your heart aching. you’re many things. a survivor. a murderer. a machiavellianist. a mistake. but most of all…
“i’m broken, akaza,” you cry. “i’m lost, and i should have died with my family. i’ve realised that…that they would hate me now. i’m all the things no parent would want their child to become. is there any point for me to live?” you weep softly as he moves closer to you, his fingers wiping your tears away as he looks at you with concern in his eyes.
“y/n, no,” he says. “you’ve done nothing wrong. you are without sin, and even if you may hate yourself, they love you. i love you. i know that they would rather you live happily with your many misdeeds awaiting you in death than for you to have died alongside them,” he wraps his arms around you, letting you cry on his shoulder, and you do. it does feel good to cry. you have nothing to do and nobody other than him to turn to, no wonder your emotions are as brutal as a tidal wave.
“i hate myself,” you say.
“and i love every part of you that you hate,” he whispers, kissing you softly. you let his touches distract you. another reason why your family would be turning in their graves by now; you’re a demon’s whore, after all.
you break the kiss, tears and blood staining your face and hair as a result of him touching you, but you don’t feel filthy in any way.
“i don’t love you,” you whisper, breath uneven and mind in a frenzy. you aren’t thinking straight. you’re letting your heart do the talking, and the rational side of you screams for you to cease your vulnerability.
“i know,” he says. he isn’t hurt. he isn’t shocked. he’s known this, but he still loves you.
“so why…” your voice wavers, and you break down in his arms once again. akaza holds you, as always, but you don’t want that. you tear away from his grasp, pull him closer to you by his haori, and you kiss him.
the metallic taste of blood is fresh on his tongue as is yours. it’s raw, it’s primal, but it isn’t unpleasant. you shove your tongue in his mouth, and you moan softly against him when his tongue presses hotly against yours, battling yours in a fit for dominance. you scrape the inner linings of his mouth, tasting his saliva greedily as it mixes with the aftertaste of blood and raw flesh.
and you pull away, gasping, with tears still staining your face. you hate yourself. but he loves you. you want to know why, but you don’t want to hear it tonight.
“kiss me,” you say. “give me a taste of your life.”
akaza’s lips curl into a smirk, a glint of mischief in his eyes. he reaches over to pluck out the man’s eye from his unmoving corpse, pulling it out of its mess of nerves with a pop, the eyeball already visibly losing shape from its state of rigor mortis.
“want a taste, y/n?” he chuckles, and maybe he half-expects you to back down, but you don’t. you straddle his hips, your body pressed against him as your clothes crotch rubs against his. perhaps it should be sexual, but it isn’t. you’ll fuck him later. for now, your slipping sanity is taking the reins, and you allow it to.
“i want you,” you whisper, and you feel his bloodstained fingers ruck up your kimono, gripping at your bare ass tightly. you grind against him, and he lets out a satisfied groan.
“taste this with me?” he holds the severed eyeball between you and him, and you eye it. you don’t feel disgusted. you used to turn away whenever he feasted upon his food, but now, it’s become a part of the norm for you.
“i trust you,” you link your arms around him, looking at him with doe eyes.
“and i love you,” he says softly. he puts his tongue out, and smirks as he balances the eyeball on his muscle. you do the same, your tongue balancing half of the eyeball’s weight as you feel his hand dig into the flesh of your thigh, and you whimper slightly when it’s enough to draw blood. he kisses you open-mouthed, and the two of you bite down into the soft muscle of the eye, blood bursting and spewing out of it, dribbling down your chins.
you taste blood. nothing but blood and the mix of severed tissues and nerves from the eye. it’s disgusting, it’s repulsive, and you know that. but akaza tastes like heaven. even with the same mess of gore on the very tip of his tongue, you don’t feel revolted when he deepens the kiss, the meat of the crushed eye pushing at the back of your throat.
he pulls away to let you breathe, and you have to put a hand on the front of your stomach to restrain yourself from choking it all out. without another thought, you quickly swallow the eye, and what’s left in the aftertaste of your tastebuds is nothing but horror and proof of how far you’ve fallen.
you’re still human, but you’re slowly, but surely, losing it all.
“you did good,” he smiles gently, and wipes the blood off of your chin. his bloodied hands do nothing but only worsen the mess on you.
“that tasted horrible,” you say.
“you’ll get used to it,” he chuckles.
“i just think your taste buds are different from mine,” you say. “demons don’t feel repulsed at all by devouring human flesh. it’s just like how we humans consume the meat of animals without feeling any sorrow for them.”
“true,” he hums. “well, how do you feel?”
you swallow thickly, a mixture of thick blood sliding down your throat. you try not to vomit it back out, and instead you kiss the corner of his mouth. “i still hate myself,” you say.
“i’ll still love every part of you,” he pecks you on the lips.
and you don’t understand. you don’t understand at all. you don’t know why he even fell in love with you in the first place. is it love, or obsession? at first you had thought it was nothing but lust, until he didn’t fully take you even after three years together. no, he never even forces anything on you. and despite pestering you to become a demon or actively guilt-tripping you into feeling sorry for his unrequited love, he hasn’t made you do anything you didn’t want. everything you do for him has been out of your own will and drive.
and as you sit on his lap, blood all over you, you don’t know why or how he could love you.
but you don’t want to ask him tonight. it’s not the right time.
“i like every part of you,” you wrap your arms around him in a gentler embrace, and you lay your head on him.
“oh? and what’s your favourite part?” he thrusts his hips against yours and you yelp in surprise.
“definitely not down there,” you huff.
“hm? that’s too bad,” he laughs, and you do too.
♡♡♡
your favourite thing about akaza is…
honestly, you don’t even know.
where should you start?
before, your favourite thing about him was his loyalty to you. he proved himself more than worthy to you, and did everything without question. an obedient lapdog, was what you previously thought of him. nothing more than a demon pet who was subservient to you.
but you don’t use him anymore. there isn’t any need to. you’ve made him kill everyone you wanted dead, and even if you don’t demand it, he will always feed you, clean you, and keep you warm and comfortable.
you feel like the lapdog instead.
but no, you’re not so weak as to let him do anything he wants without questioning it.
“if you want to fuck me, why don’t you do it already?”
akaza looks up at you, face still in between your legs as he touches and prods at your cunt, already embarrassingly wet from all his touches. he’s teasing you, and you know it.
“impatient?” he chuckles against your thigh, and he kisses it. you jerk lightly, and you close your eyes, trying not to think of him.
“just fuck me already,” you click your tongue. you don’t hate what he’s doing, honestly…you just don’t like feeling weak and breakable in front of him. of course he’s pleased you enough times to make you come undone, but you hate how he treats you so lovingly, like a fragile porcelain doll.
he licks a trail from your thigh all the way to your cunt, and you whine softly. “hmm…no,” he smirks, and you gasp when he gently sucks on your clit, tongue circling your sensitive bud with speed as he groans against it, sending vibrations through your most sensitive places.
“i want to make you cum from my tongue,” he eases his tongue into your eager hole, and your fingers entangle themselves in his pink hair, involuntarily bucking your hips against him dizzily as he tongue-fucks you, the wet muscle pumping in and out of your delicate, wet folds as you clench around him, your breath shuddering with every thrust as your body becomes hotter and hotter, the sensitivity of your clit making you moan loudly as he arches his tongue in an upwards motion, tickling the delicate spot of your walls.
“a-akaza, ngh…” you buck your hips against his face, and he moans against the heat of your core. he holds you down even tighter, skilled tongue running up and down your slick heat and emphasising a flick to your clit every time he reaches the top, and you squirm as you hold his hair tighter, unknowingly forcing him more onto you as he continues to eat you out with more ferocity while he drinks in your sweet mewls of pleasure.
“c-close, i’m…” you don’t care anymore, you’re shamelessly grinding on his face as you’re close to reaching your peak, your wetness soaking on his face and sheets below as you pant, thighs trembling, and so, so, close to reaching sweet release.
and then he pulls away.
with a goddamned smirk.
“a-are you going to seriously tease me again?” you glare at him, face flushed and chest huffing.
“no, i just changed my mind,” he gets on top of you, and he smashes his lips against yours in a rough kiss, fangs nibbling on your lower lip as you wrap your legs around him and bring him lower to your body, pressing your bare chest against his while you try your best to grind yourself on his cock.
“you’re getting needier,” akaza muses, and you resist the urge to slap him square in the face.
“then fuck me,” you whimper, digging your nails into his back in frustration. the peak of your orgasm is slowly dissipating, and you need to cum before it does, and prolongs the intimacy you have with him.
“no, not like this,” he flips you over, and you gasp, your nipples rubbing against the cloth beneath.
“f-fuck me,” you hiss.
a low chuckle rumbles from his chest, and he spreads your legs and ass, kneading your bottom as you bury your face in the sheets in embarrassment, feeling your slick pool and stain the sheets.
“you’re practically leaking for my cock, y/n,” he purs, and you hold in a moan when his fingers teasingly trace your lower back before travelling all the way to your shoulders, and you feel him lean in closer to you, his hot breath fanning your skin.
“you want to be fucked, y/n?” he whispers, and you wordlessly nod. you grind your clit against the sheets pathetically, and akaza grabs your hips with his strength, licking the shell of your ear.
“say it,” he says.
“no,” you mumble.
“don’t you want to cum?”
“i’ll just relieve myself later. i don’t need you.”
his knuckles gently brush along your back, as you feel the head of his cock press against your gaping cunt, and you moan, arching your back against his chest as you squirm, trying to spur your arousal.
“is your back sensitive?” he chuckles, and you oh so badly want to sit up and headbutt him. you bet he’d look cute with blood dribbling down his nose.
“please…” you whimper, your mind in a haze and the boiling need in your cunt torturing you to no end. you’ve begged for him before, and even if it humiliates you, you’d gladly do it just to reach your climax.
“please what, y/n?” he positions his cock against your wet entrance, and you groan in sexual frustration as tears prick your eyes, your body still too restrained to move against his cock. if he just rubbed your clit a bit more, you’re sure you’d come undone in an instant.
“please fuck me,” you bite your lip.
“good girl.”
he sinks his length into your cunt, and you stiffen under him, breath hitching as your back fully arches against him, your thighs shaking and body jerking as he lightly grabs your neck from behind, not letting you lean in to muffle your voice, and you let out a wanton moan as his other hand pinches your nipples, his hips railing your cunt as he chuckles, instantly starting with a fast pace as he fucks you, revelling in your unabashed moans.
“fuck, good girl, so pretty, y/n,” he smirks, “cumming just from me putting my dick inside you? that’s new, love,” he slowly releases his grip on your neck, and you shake as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, thrusting into you with such abandon that all you could do is grasp the sheets, involuntary moans choked out of you as he holds you almost bruisingly, his cock spearing into your deepest, sweetest parts as he plows into your cunt mercilessly.
too much. it’s so much. your knuckles shake as they weakly grasp the sheets, and your face is lazily pressed against the sheets, brushing against the uncomfortable cloth with every hard, relentless thrust.
“oh-oh gods!” you gasp when he lifts your ass up, and flicks your clit with his fingers, teasing your sensitive bud as he gathers your dripping cum from your inner thighs.
you whine as he yanks your hair, pulling you back, and forces his fingers inside your mouth. your protests are muffled, and you can feel his shallow breaths against your skin as his thrusts become harder, the sinful sound of skin slapping against skin filling the small room and further tightening the already budding coil of arousal inside you.
“taste yourself, love,” he shoves his fingers deeper into you, and you gag on them, trying your best not to bite on them as you have no choice but to suck on them, shamefully tasting your own arousal on your tongue.
“tell me, how do you taste, love?” he withdraws his fingers from your mouth, and you distastefully wipe your mouth, spit running down your chin.
“t-that was disgusting,” you say spitefully.
“hm? i rather think you taste delicious,” he brings his fingers to his tongue to taste the mixture of both your essence and saliva that he had collected.
“you’re such a dirty old man,” you hiss.
“aren’t you the debauchee, y/n?” his hands leave your hips and you feel him steady himself on either side of your head once again, and you turn your head to snipe him back with a witty remark, only to have your face shoved roughly against the mattress.
“don’t forget, love, i know every part of your body better than you do,” his chest is pressed flush against your trembling back, and wanton moans slip from your lips as he bites down onto the space on your back just below your neck. you groan weakly, and his chuckle fills your ears as he lands a harsh slap onto your ass, forcing a surprised squeal out of you.
“you’re so cute, y/n,” he groans, “such a tight little whore.”
“s-stop saying those things,” you mutter, head so fucked out and your previous moans falling into slurred, delirious rambles as he locks you in place, stars forming behind your vision as he fucks into you in a much roughened place, far rougher than he’s ever been with you.
“and why should i stop, y/n?” he angles his thrust directly into the very spot he knows that makes you closer to climaxing, and you mewl as he angles his cock right against your womb, fucking you to your very deepest parts.
“n-no! i’m going- ah, i’m-”
“do it, y/n,” he breathlessly smirks, one of his hands descending once again to cruelly rub your clit, and it’s all enough to hurl you off the edge.
your walls quiver around him, and you can faintly hear him curse under his breath when he loses control himself; cumming all over your walls and painting your insides with viscous shots of his seed while your cunt squeezes, sucks, and milks him completely dry of his essence, greedily pulling him in deeper, so deep that the tip of his cock is almost pushing through your cervix.
he slowly rides out both your climaxes, and you clench your teeth when he finally pulls out, your lower half limply flopping onto the bed, tired and spent. you turn away from him and catch your breath, tired and sore.
“you’re weird,” you wrinkle your nose.
he only laughs. “what do you mean?”
“i don’t know,” you mumble. “if you were human, i’d certainly be pregnant by now.”
he moves closer to you, and you can tell he hasn’t wiped the smug smirk off of his face.
“are you perhaps implying you want children, y/n?”
“no,” you scoff. “even if it were possible, i’m wholly unfit to become a mother.”
he slips his fingers between your legs, and before you know it, he’s stuffing his seed back inside you as best he can.
“don’t say that, y/n,” akaza chuckles softly. “i think you’d be wonderful.”
“how cute,” you say sarcastically, “but you’d be a horrible father. you’d probably even make the baby prove itself to be worthy before giving it milk.”
“i’m not that cruel,” he laughs, peppering your neck with butterfly kisses.
“you’re bearable,” you hum.
“aw, don’t be like that, y/n,” he cooes. “i went from being liked to being just bearable? that’s awfully mean of you.”
you sigh, “i do like you.”
“well, i love you, y/n.”
you turn to face him, and you kiss him.
♡♡♡
you aren’t one for religion.
your family had raised you in a shinto household, teaching you the ways of the gods and its scriptures, as well as brought you to temples occasionally along with your sister.
but where were the gods when you were left all alone, with nobody to help you? where were they when a demon, of all things, fell in love with you and intended to take you for his property?
you’re older now, and even if you reserve mixed feelings for such an abstract topic, it doesn’t stop you from staring longingly at the temple that sat decadently in the centre of a village akaza had just obliterated.
where were the gods when their worshippers had just been mercilessly slaughtered by a demon?
“i didn’t know you’re religious,” akaza chuckles as you drag him along to the shrine area of the temple.
“i’m not,” you say, “i just want to pray.”
“oh?” he raises a brow in amusement, “for what exactly?”
“i don’t have to tell you, you’re not a god,” you tease.
“well, if it's something you want, you can just tell me instead of asking imaginary beings,” he hums.
you pause, and turn around to face him.
“they aren’t imaginary,” you say.
“i thought you said you weren’t religious?”
“i’m not,” you turn around and resume walking. “i do believe that they exist, i just don’t worship them.”
“you can tell me, you know,” he holds your hand, and you shake your head.
“you wouldn’t understand.”
“oh, but i do understand, y/n. i understand everything about you,” he leans in with a smirk, and you roll your eyes.
“i just believe in them because to me, it’s a last sliver of hope that my family is well in the afterlife,” you say.
he tilts his head, “don’t you want to see them again? you know you can’t go to heaven if you don’t believe in them either.”
“i already know i’m not going to see them again,” you say stiffly, “i just want them to rest peacefully. for what it’s worth, they deserve to be in an eternal paradise.”
“gods, don’t say that ever again,” akaza groans.
you look at him questioningly, “what? eternal paradise?”
“gross,” he scoffs.
you stop walking, rather feeling a bit annoyed. “what’s wrong with that? i want them to be alright. they didn’t deserve to be taken so early, especially my sister. i’ve even outlived her already, and she could have been married and with children already.”
his eyes widen, realising what his words had just implied. “no, no, no! i didn’t mean it in that way, y/n. the previous upper moon two used to have a cult called ‘eternal paradise’ or something close to that, was all i meant. i didn’t mean to upset you,” places a gentle hand on your shoulder, expression softening.
you click your tongue, “sometimes you speak too fast, your brain is left behind.”
he lets out a genuine laugh, and ruffles your head, “i know, y/n. and i’m sorry. forgive me?” he brings your hand to his lips, and kisses your knuckles oh so gently.
“forgiven,” you shrug, “you kissing my hand does remind me of when the city boys used to court me.” his eyes sharpen by a margin, and you gracefully clasp a hand over your mouth, feigning shock. “oh dear, akaza, i’m so sorry that i spoke without thinking it through! i hope i didn’t make you jealous? don’t worry, the most i’ve ever had with them were nighttime rendezvouses!”
his grip on your hand tightens, and you wince, “o-ow!”
“you’re bluffing,” he says, and you can clearly see the jealousy in those beautiful eyes of his.
you know you probably shouldn’t go further, akaza IS obsessive with you, after all, but what is love without a bit of jealousy in it? so you tilt your head innocently, and put on a face of confusion, “what makes you think that?”
“you said yourself that though you were courted, you never had any intentions of pursuing a relationship with them, much less scheduling a meeting, and at night, out of all times of the day,” he smiles proudly at his memory, and you blink in surprise.
“oh,” you say. well, he’s right. “how did you even remember me saying that? i don’t recall talking about my suitors at all,” you raise a brow.
“why would i forget anything about you?” he loosens his hold on your hand, “you’re precious to me, after all.”
“oh,” you say dumbly. “well, speaking of the previous upper two, um…”
you don’t miss akaza narrowing his eyes at you. whatever it is, even if the fiend has been defeated and wiped off the face of the earth, the lingering hate both you and he reserve towards the foul creature hasn’t died. and you doubt it will.
“no, no,” you say softly this time, so used to comforting him whenever touching the sore spot. “y-you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but…how did you defeat him?”
he relaxes, and you almost let out a sigh of relief. his emotional wellbeing has been your priority for so long, it’s another habit you’ve yet to shake off.
“well, i nearly died,” he shrugs.
“w-what?” you nearly scream, “how can you say that so calmly?”
“well, it was admittedly the best and worst fight of my life!” he laughs, and you exhale heavily, gawking at him.
“don’t scare me like that again,” you mumble.
“scare?” he blinks, “well, i did know i was going to win from the start, but…his blood demon technique is both brutal and lower than turtle urine.”
you let out a soft chuckle from his jab, “but were you okay?”
“could have been better,” he hummed, “his ice did freeze my heart and cells, and for some time it was hard to regenerate, but i was able to quickly adapt to it and knock the shit out of that abomination.”
it brings a small smile to your face.
“his bladed fans were a piece of shit, though. not that it deterred my regeneration or anything of the sort, but it’s just not ideal to be continually cut, you know? it did hurt,” he scrunches his nose in disgust, “but i managed to land my best blows on the fucker, and you bet i pounded his face right in!” akaza’s smiling proudly now, and you suppose he deserves a reward. for being a good pet, of course.
you pull him closer to you, and you kiss him. the taste of blood is still on his lips, but you don’t mind. “i adore you,” you say.
“and i love you,” he smiles. “i couldn’t have killed him without you, you know?”
you stare. “what do you mean?”
and he shrugs, “well, i’ve hated his guts for as long as i can remember. ever since he surpassed me in ranks he’s done nothing but taunt and torment me, and although i always loved spilling his brains onto the floor, it wasn’t enough for me to actually challenge him to a blood battle and defeat him in it. but you…” he kisses you this time, “i would do anything for you. i love you.”
you don’t like it.
you hate it.
you want to tell him to stop being so coddling and loving. before you NEEDED it, you needed him to be clingy, doting, and even pacifying with you. but now, all you feel is confused and angry. angry at both him and yourself. angry at him because he’s meddling with your feelings and the very core of your humanity, and angry at yourself because you let him sway your emotions and prove that you truly aren’t as emotionally indestructible as you believed yourself to be.
but you don’t say any of those.
“let’s go,” you simply say, and you take his hand in yours as you lead him all the way to the temple’s shrine.
it looks to be well maintained. well, for now at least. because akaza has killed off almost all the men for food and left the women to flee in trepidation, you have no doubt that the village will soon be abandoned.
but for now, it’s beautiful. not as beautiful as the shrine you and your family visited when you were younger, but it’s still a sight to behold.
and as you step into the place to pray, akaza still stands by you.
“c-can you…you know,” you mumble, nudging him lightly.
he only blinks, “what?”
“move…a bit further,” you say, “it’s basic praying etiquette. we shouldn’t stand too close to each other.”
“oh,” he nods, “i don’t remember anything about religion, honestly. i think i was a buddhist though, not shintoist,” he shrugs, “but i don’t think i was even anything close to a devout believer.”
“not surprised,” you giggle, and you’re thankful when he respects your request and walks down the steps that lead to the temple, far enough away from earshot. you turn around and face the shrine, the building suddenly seeming intimidating.
just like the time you almost fled from japan, from akaza, you feel scared when you’re alone. he’s moulded you to be completely dependent on him, and as much as you hate it, your intelligence will only get you so far before you collapse.
usually prayers would have to start with an offering, which used to be throwing money into the box, but you don’t have such trivial things with you anymore, so you can only hope that the gods understand your situation and still listen to what you have to say.
you bow deeply twice, and then close your eyes as you clasp your hands together. the gods don’t require you to actually speak, but you just wanted to brush akaza away for a while; it’d be slightly unnerving to pray about him whilst having him stare right at you. a white lie won’t hurt after the many false things you’ve already said.
bless me gods, for i have sinned.
it’s been a lifetime since i’ve last confessed,
and for that, i am sorry.
i can only pray that my family is well in heaven.
they deserve nothing short of your blessings.
i, on the other hand, have done nothing but disgraced both you and my ancestors.
and once again, i offer my apologies.
but that changes nothing, and i know.
human lives are limited, just as my companion says.
our lives are equivalent to a straight line. it has to end at one point.
i was born human, just as all demons are.
and i always believed my destiny to die a peaceful death surrounded by wealth and children.
but i know i cannot return to my old life anymore.
and i do not intend to.
i have duly sinned, and have tainted the family name.
and you owe me nothing. i am a lowlife undeserving of your glory.
but if you will hear one last prayer from me, from the child who used to believe in you,
then touch my heart, and let me know if what i have with him is love.
i cannot beg for you to fulfil my prayer, as he, too, is also a sinner of the most base kind.
but i know you read the human heart and soul and created me for a reason,
and i only pray that you may guide me.
you clap your hands twice, loudly. you know doing it quietly is the custom, but you feel the need to ‘scream’ your prayers into the skies, should the gods hear it.
you bow deeply one more time, and you leave the shrine.
♡♡♡
“y/n, it’s cold outside, do you want me to hold you tight?”
“sure,” you say.
…it’s summer.
but you let him hold you tightly, and you’re thankful that it’s night. not that he could ever go out during the day, but you remember that summer mornings are always the most scorching, and you wouldn’t last a second at all if you were to be held tightly to him with the sun shooting its rays at you.
it’s summer, and it’s been half a year since you almost left this life.
you don’t have any more sense of time. it’s more like a glass wall at this point. you know it’s there, and what it is, but you find it so easy to break into a million shards, making it lose its meaning and what it’s really for. to you, the present moment is a fragile illusion.
soon it will be five years since you’ve been with akaza, and you wonder if the remainder of your life will be like this.
it’s not necessarily suffocating, but you know you’re slowly dying.
you don’t know if he knows it too, but if he does, he’s most likely keeping quiet about it before he’ll make known his true intentions.
you’re weak. far weaker than you were before. you sleep more, walk less, and even have more fatigue despite barely doing anything. you know that no sunlight intake can spark cancer, and you can only hope that you’re not affected with it.
the concept of sunlight feels foreign to you now, and you’ve become aware that your senses have heightened.
but you know that if you go against your genetics, you’re bound to die faster.
and you’re dying, but you’ve never felt more alive.
“akaza…” you whisper. your eyes widen at the wonder, and when you plant your feet onto the ground after having been carried by him, you can barely stand. the atmosphere is much colder than how it is on ground level, but the view is breathtaking.
you never thought you’d be standing on the very top of the country’s most famed mountain; mount fuji. specks of snow was still on the mount, but akaza had rerouted and settled to take you to the part that wasn’t as cold.
ah, so that was what he meant by it being ‘cold outside.’
nevertheless, it’s too beautiful to behold. after countless moons of seeing nothing but lush forests, never-ending flower fields, and villages, you’re finally granted with something novel and new. it’s just as you always imagined it to be: breathtaking, and only made better by the company you’re with.
you tear your eyes from the view that overlooks the verdant foliage of flora and nature’s gifts, and look at akaza.
“it’s so beautiful,” you say.
“not as beautiful as–”
“me, i know,” you hum teasingly.
“true,” he smiles, and wraps his arms around you from behind.
he may know you, but you know him, too. and it’s about time that the elephant in the room, or rather mountain, be addressed.
“what did you want to talk about?” you turn to him and smile innocently. inside, you’re anything but. you’re wary, and you’re quickly thinking of things to say, to always stay on top and prevail in any mind games.
he hums, pulling you closer to his chest. “i know this is months late, but…”
your eyes widen, and your hand trembles as you try to quickly choose from the thousands of options that run through your mind regarding what he’s about to say.
you hate that he’s unpredictable. you feel most at ease when you can read him well.
“you wanted to ask why i love you, didn’t you?”
your smile is no more. you just stare at him, expressionless. your mouth is drawn in a line, and you barely breathe as you stare into his eyes, maintaining almost unnerving eye contact. you don’t care about upholding an act anymore.
but you have to act and think fast, and that’s what you do.
“you’re mistaken,” you turn around again, your back facing him.
akaza only lets out a soft laugh, and he leans in to kiss your neck, “am i really?”
your eye twitches in discomfort, and you stiffly swallow, your body in defence mode as you cross your arms over your stomach.
“you’re scared,” he says, and you scowl.
“stop it,” you whisper.
“no. hate me if you want, but you can’t hide from your feelings forever. and if you won’t confront it, then i’ll make you,” his hold around you becomes vice-like, and you know there’s no hope of escaping. you’re trapped. cornered like an injured rabbit.
but you refuse to be emotional.
“alright, then,” you say, “why do you love me?”
he doesn’t say anything at first. the clouds shift and move through the mountain, and you say nothing either, just watch the barely visible stream of water on land flow gracefully, and bask in the beauty of the night. a moment goes by, and maybe several more, but it’s a comfortable silence, and neither of you need to speak.
but when he does, it catches you off guard.
“i just love you for being you.”
it’s not a grand declaration of love.
it’s not a beautifully written poet with carefully selected words sure to capture the heart of a damsel.
it’s just him.
just akaza being himself.
six months ago you loved him in a companion-like sense, in a way that someone would love their dearest friend or sibling who always carefully guarded and protected them.
“but why?” you ask softly, “i-i don’t understand. i hate myself, i was never even the most beautiful girl in my city, i…i’ve lived for nothing but revenge, and…i almost left you,” you feel tears prick your eyes, but you keep them at bay. you just want love. what you realised that day on the beach was true. you didn’t need to run away or start anew, all you needed was love, no matter what form it took.
“i still love you,” he whispers, taking your chin and turning you to face him. you feel vulnerable. exposed. and normally you hate it, but in this present moment, you don’t.
“love doesn’t need an explanation,” he says. “it’s always the most beautiful things in the world that don’t need words for it to be conveyed. but i know you’re someone who feels the need to know everything, and you’re never at rest until you feel in control. so i’ll say it, y/n. love doesn’t look with the eyes, but with the mind. and i know you don’t doubt my love for you, but i want you to know that i love you with a love that will never die, even until the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.”
you can’t speak.
the tears that threaten to spill blur your vision, and when you blink, looking down, you feel yourself tremble.
there is no way in both heaven and hell that the love he has for you is healthy.
but he loves you with such an intense, fervent kind of love that makes the gods jealous of you, for being a creation built and able to feel love.
there was never any point in you knowing why he loves you. and even if you weren’t smart, you’d know just from his actions and words.
love doesn’t confine to a box, it’s a multitude of different stars that dance across the planes of the galaxy.
you’ve loved, you’ve lost, and maybe you’ve learned to love again.
“akaza,” you say, “i think i love you.”
the words don’t feel alien to you.
you’re still broken and he’s still a power-obsessed being, but it’s okay.
because in the end, the two of you have found love.
and it doesn’t have to be the right kind of love.
it’s love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
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taglist: @nichespiderweb @tohru-idek additional notes: sorry there wasn't as much smut, i wanted to focus on the 'plot' more! and emotionally torture you, the dear reader
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yyxandere · 3 days ago
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Parent:"My child is okay"
Your child is literally writing/reading yandere characters just to feel any once of love and attention that they have been craving for, since they were young 🙁
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moonstruck-rk · 4 months ago
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Worst of Two Worlds 1
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Summary: Born as a normal human fond of watching anime and manga with an awful life you always wonder, what will you do if you get isekai to your favorite anime? What if you got your wish come true but with bonus and problem? You don’t only get isekai to your one anime world but two?
Platonic Yandere!Father Muzan x Daughter!reader, Yandere! Gojo x fem! reader
tw: yandere, manipulation 
Word Count: 2734
AN: English is not my first language, please excuse my mistakes
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“I’m wondering how did you get inside my mirror,” Satoru said while playing with you on the other side of the mirror.
Your daily life is consists of playing with Satoru on the other side of the mirror, spending time with your father, and being adored by the upper ranks.
His question made you sigh deeply. You don’t have an answer to his question and what’s worst was your knowledge about Demon Slayer's Universe is different to the world you’re in. Now, you’re sure that Jujutsu Kaisen’s universe is also different from what you remember.
When Satoru noticed your mood changed, he changed the topic and talked about toys and the sorcerers. Sorcerers seem to impress you. Satoru noted that. He wants you to find him interesting, so you will always play with him.
The next day, Satoru told you about the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna. He thought that the story about that mighty cursed spirit will make you happy, but he was wrong.
You explained that your father, Muzan Kibutsuji, is a demon lord, and he came from the same era as Sukuna. The so-called King of Curses was defeated by jujutsu sorcerers while your father won his battle against the demon slayers. Clearly, your father is stronger than Sukuna.
Muzan was spying on you through the slightly opened door. He was happy how you bragged about him to your imaginary friend.
“YN,” your father slowly walked towards you and pat your head, “let’s go, time to study”.
“Let’s play again later,” you told Satoru, who was looking up at Muzan.
Your father carry you and it surprised him to see a white-haired boy in the mirror. While you’re busy writing and reading the books your father gave to you. He summoned the upper ranks to ask about your imaginary friend.
All of them confirmed they saw you talking to yourself in front of the mirror, but none of them saw the white-haired boy. Muzan kept silence about what he saw and monitor the mirror. He kept on showing up whenever you talk to the mirror, but he never saw the white-haired boy again.
The demon lord ignored the white-haired boy because it could just be his imagination. Your father kept your time with the mirror to the minimum and made you busy with studying at your young age. Kokushibo became your teacher for swords. Akaza is your teacher of martial arts. Your father hired the best teachers to teach you everything from Science, foreign languages, etiquette, math, and the long list goes on. There are subjects you really enjoyed and ace it with no problem. There are also subjects that you struggle. Muzan didn’t see it as your problem. If his daughter is having a problem with learning a subject, then the issue is the teacher.
Being Muzan’s daughter means you’re perfect, just like your father. There is no way his daughter will not understand a simple math problem. Your teacher is simply not competent for the job. If your teacher gets fired by the demon lord, it means they are going to be food for the demons along with their family.
Muzan never trusted you to be alone with both demons and humans. You always have one of the upper rank demons to be your guard. The demon lord couldn’t explain it to you yet, but you already have an idea why he never let you be alone. Demons might eat you because you’re Muzan’s daughter. They might think that they can get stronger if they consume you. Humans, well, they have many reasons to kill you.
Whenever you came back to your room, Satoru was there waiting for you. He noticed how tired you were, and he knew your father was not treating you well. Despite being tired, you always try to make time to talk to Satoru. You will fall asleep in front of the mirror and Satoru will do the same.
He changed his routine for you. Every night, he will prepare a book to read to help you sleep. Once you’re sleeping, he will watch you while he can before sleeping besides the mirror. Satoru also got busy with his life, but he tried hard to make time for you. He never forgets his goal, and that’s saving you from your father.
Satoru knows you never consumed humans or their blood. You just eat what a normal human will eat. He needs to save you from those demons, but he is not stupid not to realize how strong your father is. Muzan successfully eradicate his enemies, something Sukuna failed to do. Going to your world means suicide, so he will summon you to his world. Everything will be perfect. You know nothing about his world; you don’t know anyone, and you only have him. Of course, you will rely on him he is your fiancee after all. Satoru will never forget the day you agreed to marry him when you grow up.
You grow up to be a beautiful woman that both races love and hate. All the upper rank demons were protective towards you. They respect and feared Muzan, but you have all of them wrapped around your little fingers.
Doma will eat any human who dares to compare themselves to your beauty. Daki will destroy their face first before devouring those humans. Akaza and Kokushibo are proud of your skills. But no one can match your father’s love.
Muzan accepted you as half-human and half-demon. He never forces you to drink blood. The demon lord hired chefs to cook your food. He always makes sure that you only have the best. From premium meats, fresh fruits and vegetables, and teas. As his daughter, you have hundreds of shoes, clothes made from the finest materials, and jewelry.
Muzan now reigns over Japan and all the countries feared him. They always follow his orders and his opinions matters. Once, a country tried to go against Muzan and he show to the world leaders how powerful he is. He didn’t kill the world leader, but took his family and feed it to his demons. Muzan forced the citizens of that country to turn their back to their stupid leader if they want to be saved, which they did. The demon lord feeds the man to his demons and lets the world leaders to watch it. It’s a cruel reminder for everyone who has the genuine power.
Japan was the host of the world meeting and you’re preparing for the dinner party. Since most of the guests for the party are humans, the only demons allowed to join the party will be your father, you, and the upper rank demons. Of course, no demon will go against Muzan. The demons are perfect guard to protect the world leaders against any assassin or terrorist, plus they can eat those criminals.
You’re dancing in front of the mirror when Satoru came to his room. He took out his phone to take a picture, but it disappointed him to see himself in the picture. All he can do is to memorize how you look and bury it in his mind and heart.
“Are you going somewhere?” Satoru greeted you to the other side of the mirror.
“Tonight is the end of the world leader’s summit and we are having a dinner party,” you explained to him “if you’re just here, you’ll probably my date for tonight”.
Satoru’s eyes widened “wait! Who’s your date?”
“Dad, who else? As if he will let me date anyone,” you chuckled, “how do I look?”
“Not ugly as usual,” he replied while looking at you.
Akaza called you from the other side of the door to inform you that your father is looking for you. You bid your farewell to Satoru before leaving. He was frustrated because he couldn’t be with you. It’s only the mirror that connects him to you, and it’s not enough. Now that he is studying at Jujutsu high he might find a way to bring you to his world.
Your father always requires you to be beside him after the dinner party. He was always protective towards you, but it leveled up this time. You didn’t dare to ask his reason, because it scared you to make him mad.
Muzan has his reasons to be paranoid about your safety. He overheard the sons of some world leaders taking interest in you; he knows that there will be a day that you will gain feelings towards someone and he couldn’t allow that. You’re his daughter and he will let no man take you. He can’t trust any man. They will only hurt his princess and what’s worst is they are going to use you against him. His other reason was your mother escaped from prison and he’s worried that you will find out the truth.
Satoru had a long tiring day at school, but he instantly forgot everything when he saw you combing your hair in front of the mirror. He wants to surprise you, but he stopped when he saw a woman standing behind you.
You saw the woman and turned around to look at her “I can’t believe that demon let you live,” she scoffed while looking at you.
“Excuse me?” you looked at her for a while.
“Do you know that your father raped me because he wants to punish my father for leading the rebellion against demons? You’re the result of his crime, you’re truly a demon’s child.” She cupped your face hard “I heard your father loves you so much. I bet he will be sad when you die”.
Muzan was fast enough to snatch you away from the woman. Doma took the woman out of your room while your father stayed with you. The woman is mentally ill, and she killed someone before. Even if the woman is telling the truth, you know that your father will decide what will be the truth and lie.
Your mother died after giving birth to you, and that was the truth Muzan wants you to believe. Satoru hated everyone around you. He can see your father’s lies and you had no choice but to accept them. You’re a caged bird, and Satoru will save you.
Satoru became more busy as a jujutsu sorcerer and student at Jujutsu High. He needs to be strong enough to protect you, and to take you away from the demon lord.
You also got busy in your own life. Muzan lets you do whatever you want. The demon lord will give you anything you want just to keep you at his side. Muzan will explain that you cannot fall in love with a human or demon because it will destroy the balance between the two races. It might encourage humans to go on rebellion against demons if you fall for a human. Demons might not follow the rules that your father established if you took a liking to a demon.
There are times you missed Satoru, but you know that he’s already a strong Jujutsu sorcerer. Satoru enjoys watching kids playing in the park. He wished he could play with you in the park when you’re still kids. He will make sure your kids with him can definitely do the things you missed out on doing together. Satoru sees you in every mirror he looked at. He tried to communicate with you using different mirrors, but he failed.
He always looks forward to returning home because he can finally see you through the mirror. Satoru hasn’t talked to you for a long time now and he was worried about you. Things didn’t go as he planned because when he finally got home and went inside his room, he saw a shattered window piece across his room. Satoru noticed a baseball (ball) in his room. It devastated him when he saw his mirror broken. After that day, Satoru can no longer contact you, no matter how hard he tried. He thought of different methods to see you again, but none of them worked.
It has been many years since Satoru lost contact with you, but he remembers you every day, and every time he looks in the mirror. Despite his attitude, he’s longing for you deep inside his heart.
During the baseball match between the students of Kyoto and Tokyo, they suddenly felt an immense cursed energy coming from the forest. Not wasting too much time, everyone, including Satoru, headed to the forest.
“Huh? Akaza! Kokushibo! Doma!” you called for the demons who were just with you seconds ago.
Satoru was the first one to find you “YN?” he couldn’t believe that you’re now in front of him but he didn’t forget about the others.
“Pretend to be my fiancee and don’t act strange,” he whispered in your ear. He warns you right on time before everyone else found you.
“My fiancee missed me so much she went to Kyoto just to be with me, you’re really sweet,” Satoru laughed.
“Fiancee?” everyone asked in surprised.
“We are keeping our relationship a secret for a long time. I think it’s fine to let them know, right darling?” Satoru smiled at you.
“Whatever,” you replied before putting your hands in your pocket. You frowned when you felt something in your pocket and took it out “huh? Why do I have this?”
“Darling, remember you told me you will give that to me,” Satoru chuckled, and open his palm.
You looked at him for a while “there is a technique I just recently mastered. Can I try it for this?”
Principal Gakuganji admits that you have impressive cursed energy, but there is no way you can destroy Sukuna’s finger.
“Sure” Satoru smiled and stepped away from you. The others did the same thing. You took out a sword that your father gave to you and recalled Rengoku’s technique that you took from Akaza’s memory.
You throw Sukuna’s finger up and used Rengoku’s ninth form to destroy the cursed object. Satoru picked up the sliced indestructible finger of Sukuna before it turned into ashes.
“It worked.” You stared at the ashes in Satoru’s hands.
Principal Gakuganji couldn’t believe what he just witnessed “Satoru, why won’t you properly introduce your fiancee to all of us?”
You looked at Satoru who was now smirking at you, “I’m YN Kibutsuji.”
“My fiancee is strong, we are definitely meant for each other,” Satoru bragged.
The principal was about to ask another question but you turned your attention to Satoru “love, I’m tired from my long travel from overseas. I wish to rest for a bit”.
“Of course, love. Please excuse me and my fiancee,” he announced before leaving with you.
Everyone can hear Gojo praising you loudly about how you destroy Sukuna’s finger and how beautiful your technique was. What you did about Sukuna’s finger spread like a wildfire to other sorcerer families. Satoru Gojo, the world’s strongest sorcerer, has a fiancee who can destroy Sukuna’s finger.
“How about we visit Gojo’s fiancee?” Naoya asked, “maybe I can pursue her to be my wife and join our clan instead?”
"I don’t know what happened, but I was just training with Akaza and the others in the forest. I heard someone chanting something and the next thing I know I’m already here,” you told Satoru as you get into his hotel room.
“Don’t worry, I will help you,” he smiled widely.
You stared at him for a while before you slapped his face “what was that for?” he asked in surprised.
“Don’t act like you got hurt. I know my palm never touched your cheek,” you hissed at him “why did you leave saying nothing?”
Satoru sighed and sat beside you before he explain everything. Meanwhile, Doma found the sorcerer who was responsible for your disappearance and bring him to the demon lord.
Muzan wanted to kill the man but he can’t make the same mistake he did thousand of years ago.
“I can’t perform the ritual again,” the man panted after the long hours of torture he received from Muzan “I need to gather all the materials again. The plant I use will only bloom once a year”.
The demon lord screamed in frustration. He ordered the upper rank demons to find the plant that the sorcerer used. Your father couldn’t wait a year, he needs to make sure his princess is safe.
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thefieryphoenix · 2 months ago
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YANDERE MUZAN KIBUTSUJI HEADCANONS
Hey guys, sorry I haven't been able to post anything these past few days, I really needed a break from writing for a while but I'm back now :) And I'll try posting as regularly as I can, forgive me if I don't post too frequently though since I have exams coming up too TvT
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Gif from: Tenor
Boy, oh boy, you wouldn't want this Michael Jackson ripoff as your yandere, trust me. He doesn't and will not view you as an equal, let me make that real clear for you. So if you have any hopes that he'll treat you well if you're kidnapped by him, depends on your behavior
He views you more as a pet to be honest. As a yandere this man here is completely controlling, possessive, obsessive, manipulative, dominant and really strict. He doesn't tolerate misbehavior from anyone, not even you. He has really little patience for that kind of nonsense
When he sets his eyes on you, you can kiss your freedom goodbye because whatever he wants, he WILL get it, either by hook or crook
He'll first send his demon minions to gather information about you and report to him on your day to day activities. When they tell him there's someone in your life that's getting too close to you and wants to pursue a romantic relationship with you, Muzan is kind of pissed and mad but also amused. Does some random puny little human think they can just get away with stealing what's his? Looks like Muzan will have to teach him and his family a lesson, a lesson for the world to remember what happens if they mess with what belongs to the Demon Lord
Don't be too surprised when you have to attend a funeral the next week for the same person. And after that he'll directly kidnap you, no further questions asked and sorry to burst your bubble sweetie, you most certainly do not have a say in this matter
Muzan also feels like it's his right to take you under his protection since you look so fragile and weak and small. How did someone as dainty like you ever last for so long in this world god only knows. And for that reason, he's also really protective over you. If at all someone needs to hurt you, it'll be only him, not someone else (He's a sadist) and be it Demon Slayer or a fellow Uppermoon or Lowermoon or a regular Demon, whatever, they lay so much as a finger on your head they will die
Will not hesitate to use your family and friends as leverage to make you behave for him. If he feels like you're stepping out of line and your boundaries, he'll return back with the heads of someone you know. You should know better than to misbehave with the Demon Lord. You won't even be able to escape from him, there are highly trained and powerful Demons keeping a watch on you for their master and they won't let you escape. And even if you do (How in the HECK did you manage to do that?!) he'll find you real quick in a matter of minutes rather and he'll start killing people and things will just get messy. You're in for a HUGE and BIG TIME punishment after you return home with him, you do NOT want to get punished by him, it's just painful and tiresome
A MASTER manipulator like I've stated before, he'll sometimes sneak up from the back and whisper things in your ear like "Only I can protect you my little pet~" and things like that. He feels rather amused at your outbursts sometimes and when you challenge him, when he's had a long tiring day, he likes to have a little laugh and he's glad you're there to provide it for him. You'll know when you overstep your boundaries though with him. But despite all this, he actually might grow to love you but it's a... different kind of love, painful and filled with pleasure at the same time if that makes sense
He will turn you into a demon soon but he'll make you depend on him for everything, he likes it when his little pet depends and needs him for something. So, the sooner you get used to your eternal form and life with him, the better
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lesfleur · 11 days ago
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tengen ngen tengen uzui suizi usizi tengen man
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For a man who claims your safety to hold priority over his own, Uzui Tengen is cruelly uncaring when it comes to your autonomy.
It is not to say Uzui is rough with you, per se, (the aching bruises laid upon your hips and forearms say otherwise) but his sheer, encapsulating greed and deluded adoration for you outweighs any and all respect the Sound Hashira may once have harbored.
At the very least, Tengen has enough wit and control to save himself from shattering something as frail as you. You, who can hardly handle an unchaperoned trip outside without throwing a tantrum, kicking and wailing like a riled-up tabby cat until Tengen’s patience is stretched thin enough to snap.
In those instances, as rare as they are, you can’t really be blamed, not for trying to get away from him. Not when he looks at you like that.
Perhaps you have been temporarily spared from his fury, if not only by the grace of Hina, Makio, and Suma. Their uncertainty and apprehension (and passive aggression, at the least, from Makio) around you was apparent, but it hardly mattered. His three treasured girls were the only voice of reason to his delusion, his overtly protective nature.
After all, they were privy to it. Tengen had a tendency to keep constant surveillance of his surroundings when with them, even if he were to be surrounded by acres upon acres of Wisteria Flower. You often note how his large hands encompass the small of their backs so as to not let them get too far, as he does with you.
You were grateful for the trio, but often needed the reminder that not one of them is on your side.
Only from their persuasion would you receive a moments rest, if that. In Tengen’s eyes, you were terribly irrational and soft little thing, hardly ever voicing a significant opinion, much less anything he wants to hear. Seldom do you actually bother with a verbal response to his attempts at simple conversation.
Naturally, a line has to be drawn between the relationship the three wives have with their Lord, and yours.
Some days, like today, you question if these women ever feel the need to grow quiet as you do, when he walks in the room. Has he wronged them, as he has with you? What injustices are they faced with, what rights of theirs have been stripped away? How much resentment do they allow themselves to embrace?
Faintly, from down the hallway, you hear their collective footsteps as they flock to greet their beloved, activities no doubt abandoned in favor of showering him with attention.
You had some hope that he would be in a pleasant mood today. You had been rather… testy, lately, to say the very least; Tengen didn’t like to soil his mood by putting up with your snark and snide comments.
Hearing their chatter abruptly stop from your position near the sliding door, where you had been reading and lolling about, a frown settles on your lips.
You needn’t listen to know he was coming. He was a presence to be felt, a man standing as tall as he is, a man so muscular. The house nearly shakes as he stomps towards your meager lodgings.
The floral print of the paper door once sheltering you nearly crumples from the force Tengen used to open it, and you frown as a piece of the wood splinters from his aggression.
Dull ruby eyes trace over your form, your captor squinting at the hand you have braced against the floor, frowning when he takes notice of the defensive fist you clench to your hammering rib cage.
His stance and tone further alert you to his tension, and though you feel no sympathy for his tribulation, you fear the encounter soon to come.
Tengen Uzui is bigger, better, stronger. You’re never opposed to using your voice in retaliation to your captivity, his advances; but in physical comparison (and virtually all other aspects), Tengen overpowers you. Regardless of your skill and past experience in slaying demons, which he has witnessed in the period of time in which you were free, this man was a pillar within the corps.
Revered and feared, no matter how much of an outrageous personality.
Stalking towards you, the tatami creaking from beneath his imposing weight, Tengen crouches down before lifting a calloused hand to caress the top of your head. Gently, it smoothed over your scalp, before finally resting to the nape of your neck. You grow stiff, devoid of all movement and expression.
Really, was no point exhausting what little energy you had in his presence.
His hand rests there for a long while. It’s hot, uncomfortably so. You want nothing more than to shrug him off of you, but you know better by now.
Irritating Tengen on what was no doubt a difficult few days at work was as idiotic as attempted escape.
Crossing his large legs and successfully caging you into the corner of the wall and the door, he seeks out eye contact. You furrow your brows, head shifting in his steady grasp, and train your gaze to the floor.
Tracing the straight divots of the tatami with your eyes, you try to count the tears in the flooring.
“Hey.”
Tengen has a tendency to stomp and kick, when things don’t go his way.
“Look at me.”
The floor will surely become tattered, if he keeps that up.
“…Look at me.”
At least it isn’t you.
When his voice tapers off, lower now, you know he has lost any and all patience he might have had.The hand at your nape tightens its grip, albeit marginally.
His frown remains, a bit deeper now, when you glance at him from beneath your lashes. Tengen says nothing, merely lowering his head to get eye-level with you, his other hand raised to toss a stray hair out of your eye. He says nothing.
You stew in this silence, uncomfortably rigid, a deep irritation bubbling within you.
Usually, he would have found his desired outlet by now, taking what he wanted from you before beginning his incessant coddling, but Tengen remains unmoving. Today, for whatever reason, he is hesitant.
Falling from your face in favor of encircling your waist, covered by a rather plain-looking kimono, Tengen’s hand clutches what it holds. You’re sure to bruise. His large palm slips downwards to rub soothing circles into your upper back- though, you have a feeling he may be in need of the comfort he so readily provides you.
Catching the eye of Makio through the door, your eyes widen at her characteristically bitter expression contorted into one of remorse and utter compassion for the man currently engulfing you in his large arms. He squeezes you once and does not relieve you of the pressure.
…This past excursion must have been particularly rough, then.
With her eyes she implores you, begs you to offer any comfort that they, Tengen’s equal, somehow cannot.
Staring at her, your reluctance dissipates upon pondering her silent requests for a moment longer. Makio seldom shows an inkling of compassion or acknowledgement towards you. You know she regards you as weak, incompetent, but for her to ask this if you, you must be valued by her in some regard.
When your eyes flicker back to him for a moment, Tengen’s head presses into the crook of your neck. Your gaze returns to the doorway, seeking out further encouragement from Makio. She seems to have left the two of you to your own devices, you to his every whim.
Perhaps, if you willingly provided for the hulking man with what he wanted, needed, you would be rewarded in kind. And not by what he saw fit for you, what you truly wanted.
You lift a gentle hand to trace a small, almost unnoticeable circle to his shoulder blade, and feel the sharpness of his inhale against your neck. His hold grows tighter, and the large gold rings surrounding his biceps brush up against your rib cage coldly.
He smiles into the skin of your neck, his whole body notably shuddering at the foreign feeling of your gentle caress.
Maybe Makio will further extend the olive branch, if the Tengen of today takes kindly to your reluctant comforts.
“Look at how good you’re being for me.”
Maybe he’ll let you have another chance at going outside.
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