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Run

TW: Fear, stalking, reader is being chased, blood,the dark forest (it's scary!!), believe that's it!

YourChoice!CharacterxGenderNuetral!Reader

Summary: Running is never easy, but what else can you do when something is after you? A/N: I don't know where this came from, seeing as Halloween is very much over and it's not spooky time anymore, lol. I tried to keep this as gender neutral as I could, seeing as it's my first proper gender neutral fic, I'd appreciate some tips, advice, or feedback if anyone has any :) ty and enjoy!

You're lost.

You don't know which way is which, but you keep charging ahead. Your feet propelling forwards, the only direction you can go. Your lungs burn with each shallow breath you take, your poor legs are sore and ache with every single push off the ground.

What was supposed to be a simple trip to the library has now turned into your worst nightmare. Terror fills the air as you stumble blindly in the dark forest. Branches, twigs, and leaves snap under your feet. You don’t dare look back, fearing you’ll see the face of the monster that ruined your night.

The monster that’s enjoying the chase, you can practically feel the hot breath on the back of your neck. Goosebumps litter your body, sweat runs down your back, the saltiness of your tears and mud is all you can taste.

He can smell your tears, the terror that propels you forward fuels his own body.

He can hear your heartbeat, loud and thunderous in his ears, filling his mind and almost drowning out his own.

He can sense your dread, fearing to even glance behind yourself, not wanting to see the thing chasing you.

He needs to get to you first.

Your mind is blank, no other thoughts except run, run, run.

Keep going.

Forward, zigzag, fling branches behind you. Anything to keep the monster away.

Anything to gain distance.

Anything to stay alive.

You can't go on.

You won't make it anywhere safe.

You're weak, slow, stupid. So, so stupid. What were you thinking? Sneaking past your roommates, slipping out of your dorm room. A simple library trip to get some studying done for the midterms, now look at you.

Running for your life in the middle of the woods, chased by a monster you can't bring yourself to fight.

Stupid, stupid Y/N, so utterly stupid-

You stumble, your foot catching on an exposed root, flying towards the ground. You aren't fast enough to catch yourself, your face makes contact with the ground, and your nose pays the price for your mistake.

You scream, cupping your nose as blood gushes from it. The metallic taste now mixing with the saltiness of your tears and mud. It hurts, your nose is throbbing with each sharp inhale, your lungs tightening with every breath you take.

Get up.

You raise your leg and push off against it to stand but your movements are slower, more uncoordinated than before. You can only stand for so long until you're running again, it doesn't matter where you go anymore.

Breathing down your neck, growling and snarling, pushing you until you can no longer give anymore.

Until your legs are unable to bear your weight and carry you any further. Until your lungs are screaming at you, begging you to slow your breaths down and give them time to function properly. Until your heart is pounding out of your chest, pumping and pumping you full of blood and adrenaline.

Then pushing you some more.

The darkness seems to be closing in on you, both working with and against you. You run blindly now, low hanging branches whipping your cheeks, tripping over roots, and bumping into trees.

You hold your arms out in front of you, as if those alone with stop the attacks of Mother Nature. Stumbling over yet another root, you get whipped again. Your face stings, each cut throbbing as you push forward, thorns scraping over your arms and legs, adding new cuts and more pain.

Your feet ache, blisters form and you can feel blood oozing from your sockless heels, soaking your shoes along with whatever puddle you step in.

You gain speed as you descend the hill, a soft cry escapes as bright city lights glisten ahead of you. They don't seem far, you can make it. You'll be alright, once you're out of the woods you're sure you'll find help. You'll be safe, all fixed up almost as good as new, sleeping in a warm bed where you should be.

Claws coming into view bring you back to reality, you can't stop yourself from looking back but you don't even get to see their eyes before your face skids along the ground. Arms are encircled tightly around your waist, pressing you firmly into the cold forest ground, sharp edges of rocks slashing you.

Once you settle on the ground you're flipped over and a figure straddles you, pinning your arms above your head. You're desperate, tears are running down your cheeks, over the scratches and mud. You open your mouth to scream but a hand clamps over your mouth before you can.

"Don't."

Hot and sweaty, the hand stays firmly pressed against your mouth, not giving you enough space you to breathe, so you do the next best thing.

You thrash; kicking and flailing about like a fish out of water, your arms are still firmly pinned above your head. You buck, kick, even grip and scratch at the hand holding yours as best you can, but to no avail.

"Look, such a shame. You were almost there." A turn of your head shows you the bright city lights, just within your reach.

You could've made it.

Eyes On Me

A/N: Wow, it's been a minute since I came back to this one, but I wanted to write and I wanted to write something mean (?) so here we are.

All characters are aged up!

TW: smut content; dom!fem!reader, sub!Tanjiro, edging, slight degrading (hardly any but reader is mean), dacraphilia, cowgirl, marking (biting, etc.), BDSM (cuffed/tied to the bed), spit, begging, slight jealousy

It's cruel.

The way you're still denying him his sweet release. Bouncing on his cock so prettily, yet he hasn't finished. He's watched you, begged you with his eyes to let him finish. Parts of sentences tumble from his mouth, but they're ignored, mainly because you can't understand him.

He can only moan and whimper, watching you bounce so greedily on him. A ring of cream forming at the base of his cock from the number of times you've cum. It isn't fair, he's apologized already or tried to. He can only get so many words through the gag you've put back on him.

He fixates on your breasts, watching them bounce with every drop of your hips. Oh, how he longs to take them into his hands, to knead and suck marks onto them. He knows he won't get anywhere close to touching you just yet though.

The chord in his tummy is so close to snapping, just a few more bounces from you and he's sure he'd get to finally fill you up, but just before that chord can snap, you stop. The whine he lets out is pitiful, full of desperation and you're sure he's close to tears.

He wants to move, to buck his hips into you so badly. He can get free, all it takes is a good tug on the restraints that confine him to the bed. He could do it, he knows he could.

The consequence?

He prefers not to think about what punishment you'd come up with for him. He knows you can come up with punishments as quick as he dishes out breathing techniques during demon fights.

And he knows they’re not fun.

Even though he wasn’t to cum, so desperately to cum, he stays still. He lets you rock your hips back and forth, grinding your puffy clit onto his pelvis. He listens to you moan so sweetly for him, eyes glued to your pleasure filled face.

It’s cruel, but it’s perfect.

He hopes you’ll overlook the slight thrust of his hips, he just needs a little. Looking down at him, you see just how desperate he is. There’s drool running down the corners of his mouth, pretty tears stain his cheeks, his pupils are blown wide, filled with lust and more unshed tears.

You know you should stop, let him cum already, but he looks so cute like this.

So delicious.

Raising your hips, you speak, “Tanjiro, would you like to cum now?” Ruby orbs meet yours, a glimmer of hope makes them shine, and you receive a frantic nod. Chuckling softly, you remove the gag and place your hands on his restraints, “Ask me nicely.”

His face is flushed, bright red cheeks stained with tears, sweat makes his bangs stick to his forehead, droplets running down the sides of his temples. Drool pools in the corner of his mouth, his lips are bruised and puffy, stained with light shades of your lipstick.

His beautifully sculpted body is littered with hickeys and bites, darkish purple marks all over his neck, the imprints of your teeth scattered along his collarbone. Bright red marks running down his chest to his stomach from your nails.

He looks so beautiful beneath you.

“P-Please, Y/N, I’d like to cum now. I’m sorry, I should’ve seen what she truly wanted, I’ll do better. Please just let me cum, I promise I’ll be good.” He lightly tugs at his restraints, lifting himself slightly to move closer to you, “I’d like to fill you up now, please. I’ve been a good boy, haven’t I? I’ve done what you asked, what you’ve told me to do. I’ve been good.”

Tears fill his eyes once more, a whimper breaks through as you run the tip of his cock along your pussy, “Please, Y/N. Let me cum, let me fill you up. I’ll fuck you nicely, I promise. I’ll give you everything, everything and more. Let me show you, please.”

“Please, Y/N, please.” He’s desperate, so desperate for you and the pride that fills you cannot go ignored, “Tanjiro, say you’re mine. Only mine, you belong to me, no one else. Say it, and I’ll let you fill me up. Nice and full, yeah?”

“Y-Y/N, I’m yours. Only yours, I belong to you and only you, no one else can have me. They never will, no one compares to you, I swear I’m yours.”

“Y/N, you’re my cherry blossom.”

Smoke and Mirrors

TW: yandere behavior, kidnapping, mild gore, fear, stalking is implied (?), obsessive behavior,

A/N: While reading this, listening to Smoke and Mirrors (RafScrap version) is recommended. You may insert any character once again, and reader is gender-neutral . As always read with caution and enjoy! :)

Footsteps from below catch your attention, your movements halting for just a moment. He's doing it again, looking at the lonely old clock by the nightstand you see it's the same time as the day before and the day before that.

Sparing a glance out the small window of your room you manage to get a glimpse of the setting sun. Just beginning to disappear behind the thick trees, soon darkness will set and you'll get another chance.

One that you will take, you won't hesitate this time. You know what you have to do and how to do it. You've replayed it so many times in your mind, but you've never had the guts to take action. Until now.

Now, you will do what you've dreamt of doing, day in and day out you're rehearsed what you'll say, what you'll do. You've even gone as far as rehearsing in the mirror.

As you listen to the footsteps from below, you fix your appearance in the mirror you've practiced many times in. Frowning to yourself when you catch a red splotch, right on your white shirt, you grumble as you swap it out for a cleaner one.

You really should be careful on the way home, the scratches scattered throughout your arms and legs are evidence enough. Though, you can never tell where each scratch is from. It was easier to blame the trees and branches.

Smiling to yourself when you're deemed presentable, you slip on shoes and grab the awaiting plate of food sitting on the counter. Still piping hot, you balance the plate in your hand as you fish out your keys from your pocket.

Locking the door, you make your way down the stairs and towards the door at the end of the hallway. Humming a tune, you go over what you want to say, a little bounce in your step as you stare down the door you're getting closer to.

Smiling to yourself, you knock three times on the black door, its paint chipped and scratched up. Waiting patiently for a moment before you slowly turn the handle and push open the door, giddy with excitement.

Something's wrong.

The room is empty. Traces of him have been left scattered throughout the room. Books opened and left about, blankets scrunched up on his bed, even the plate of food you'd brought him the night prior sits on a little table.

Where is he?

You didn't hear or see him leave, he was walking around just a few minutes before you'd come. He couldn't have just disappeared into thin air, he was in the room somewhere.

He's playing.

Of course, you knew games were his favorite. At least you believe so, if it's a game he wants you'll play along, entertain him a bit. So you back up until your back pushes the door closed, slide the locks into place, and set the food down.

You pace around the room slowly, admiring the pictures on the walls as you hum, tracing over his smiles, the ones where his eyes crease at the edges. Some pictures capture him midlaugh, his head thrown back, eyes shut, and laughing up towards the sky.

The creak of the closet draws your attention. You turn and barely manage to see a book flying straight towards your face, before you're hit. Stumbling backwards your hands shoot up to cup your gushing nose, a metallic taste sits heavy in your mouth.

Hissing in pain as blood runs down your arms and drips off your elbows, making puddles by your feet. Loud footsteps seem to rush towards you before you're shoved backwards, onto the glass table behind you.

The glass shatters under your weight, breaking into thousands of pieces that are soon embedded into your back once you land, the skinny metal poles in the corners only narrowly missing your body.

Those same footsteps dash toward the door and you watch as your beloved scrambles to unlock the door. Absolute terror fills his eyes but he manages to throw the door open, not even sparing a glance at you as he runs for it, pulling the door shut behind him, as if hoping it'll stall you.

You sit there, listening to his rushed footsteps, a grin slowly forming on your bruised, bloody lips. What starts off as giggling soon turns into maniacal laughter, loud drawn out dark laughter. Tossing your head back you can no longer contain your fits of wicked cackles, your screeches bouncing off the walls.

The only thing that seems to be louder that your howls is the terrified scream you beloved lets out. It seems as though he'd found his way out. Grinning like a madman, you slowly rise to your feet, blood dripping from both your face and back. Your eyes are crazed, still giggling you step forward, giddy and finally ready.

Can you imagine Jealous!Kyojuro?

TW: jealousy, yandere themes, mentions defilement, mentions of blood and gore, clueless reader (?), angry boi, believe that's it lmk!

this is slightly proofread (i read through it once) :p

Jealous!Kyojuro who watches from afar, a slayer who is far too touchy. He has his hands on you, brushing off nonexistent dirt from your collarbone, defintely too close to your chest.

Jealous!Kyojuro whose bright smile never leaves his face, not even for a moment. It’s a stark contrast to his inner turmoil. A raging fire within him, growing and growing until it seems to seep from his pores.

Jealous!Kyojuro whose stance is much more tense than usual, yet his attacks are coordinated. Poised and quick, his attacks are meant to kill. His training equipment suffers his wrath, tearing and snapping with each blow.

Jealous!Kyojuro who can’t focus anymore, the image of you smiling at that other slayer is engraved in his mind. And for once, his smile falls.

Jealous!Kyojuro whose stare is as deathly as his attacks. His eyes are narrowed, his pupils blown out, almost covering the entirety of the beautiful golden red eyes. His jaw is clenched, so hard a certain white haired male swears he can hear his teeth cracking.

Jealous!Kyojuro whose brows are furrowed, anyone who spares him a glance chalks it up to him being focused, but a closer look at his reddened skin and his standoffish attitude tells a different story.

Jealous!Kyojuro who swears to his white haired companion, and tries to make the same promise to himself, that he's only visiting for a chat. Nothing more or out of the ordinary. It's only a little chat, what could possibly go wrong?

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who realizes he shouldn't make promises he can't keep. It's a realization that hits him as soon as he hears just how much that slayer wants to defile you. To finally get his filthy hands on you, and bragging about how close he already is to getting a taste, weeks of half-hearted compliments and lending a helping hand finally paying off.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who doesn't remember walking out from his hiding place. And who certainly doesn't remember getting his hands filthy, stained in red and dripping with an essence he knows he'll need to scrub off.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who only remembers sliding his sword back into its hilt after the bodies were tossed out into the woods far from where they were, in an area he knows demons frequent.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who cares little about the demons he knows are circling him and the prey he's left them. Who doesn't bat an eye when he has to grab his sword and slash at a few of them, reminding them to keep away and enjoy their meal while they have it.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who, in his haze, let's a demon get far too close, the stinging slash of claws down his cheek and across his jaw is enough to snap him back to the present and, despite the stinging pain, he raises his sword once more.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who purposefully slashes a few of his uniform buttons during the fight, giving his opponents a singular opening. One that they try to take with each slash they throw at him, but never seem to get.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who holds himself back, only deflecting fatal blows and taking the less fatal ones. Who lets himself get roughed up, who lets the demons slash and kick at him before he finally slashes through the flesh of their necks with his sword.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who makes his way to where you're staying, knocking just loud enough for you to hear, panting, bloody, and bruised. Who when you open the door and gasp at his state, bringing him inside and worrying over him, can't help the grin that finally makes its way back to his handsome, albeit bloody, face.

Yandere!Kyojuro who would do anything for you.

Yandere!Kyojuro who has already done so much for you, who's murdered for you.

Yandere!Kyojuro who won't stop until you finally realize that there's no other man for you except him. The one who always seems to save you in any situation and will continue to do so.

Yandere!Kyojuro who loves you so dearly, he will keep waiting for you, because he is patient.

To an extent.