Run

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.

Tanjiro's Secret

TanjiroxPregnant!Fem!Reader

AN: Multiple characters will definitely be out of their character in this chapter and I am NOT a doctor/nurse so there are probably incorrect medical (?) terms, but I did a little research. If anything stated below makes you uncomfortable please do not read or read with caution as this chapter will contain sensitive topics!!

TW: description of female body, reader starts going through labor, kidnaping, language, blood, and abuse

Warning: This chapter will contain dark themes, please read with caution!!

It's late at night, you should be in bed. Curled up and under a warm blanket, but you can't sleep. You have so many aches you find it difficult to get into a comfortable position for the night. So you find yourself wandering around the mansion, enjoying the peace and quiet.

The moon shines brightly above you as you walk along the edge of the small gardens that follow the walls of the estate. With one hand on your big belly you admire the scenery, it isn't much but it's enough to relax you. The tension washing away from your sore muscles, your poor feet are a different story however.

Your ankles are swollen and your feet throb with each step you take, so you decide it's time to head back inside to the comfort of your room. Another lonely night. Another night you spend inside your quiet room, without the comfort of another.

Another night without him.

You can see him perfectly, his red hair he always asked you to trim, his rough calloused hands that would hold yours during Shinobu's visits, ruby red eyes that looked at you with nothing but love.

Love that you could never reciprocate.

It was her fault. If only she would've stayed out of it, not used the damn coin. If she would've kept her distance, not gone up to him when she did, you would be in her place. You would be Y/N Kamado, not her.

It angers you, knowing that you had a chance. Knowing that you had a shot at a happy life, but it was taken away from you. Ripped away from your hands before you could truly grasp it. Now you are stuck, alone with the possibilities. The dreams you once had, shattered and broken.

Sighing you make your way down the hall and towards your room, but something is wrong. You feel the strong presence of someone but the sharp pain in your stomach makes all your thoughts fly out the window, feeling liquid running down your legs, drenching your clothes.

It's all too much, too sudden, for you. You weren't due for another month or so according to the doctor, not now. Not when he's not there for you, not when you're all alone.

You can’t breathe, as though there’s a heavy weight on your chest, and you’re desperate for air. Desperate to find someone, anyone to help you.

Tanjiro.

You need Tanjiro.

Crying out when you manage to inhale sharply, you stumble blindly in the dark hallway, trying to find a door. Any door will do, anyone willing to help will do, the pain is too much.

Footsteps from behind a voice calling out to you, soft and calm, it’s familiar but you can’t bring yourself to turn. There are hands grabbing yours, enveloping you like a warm blanket. It’s comforting, but not what you truly want.

It’s not him.

You’re not sure who it is exactly until they speak again, "Y/N, please just breathe. You’ll be just fine, I’ll go get Miss Shinobu. You stay right here, I won’t be long.”

Kanao.

The wife of the love of your life, the reason you cannot have him. The person holding you back, practically dangling your happiness in front of you. Taunting you, living the life you desire, with the man you want.

And as she rushes off behind you the heartbreak you feel almost surpases the pain in your body.

Almost.

The contracting of your uterus is borderline torturous, the uncomfortable tensing of the muscle makes it difficult for you to stand up straight, but you somehow manage.

As time passes your contractions get more and more intense, what was once uncomfortable contractions now are excruciating ones. You can't bear to stand anymore, your wobbly legs practically giving out under you. If it wasn't for your steady hand on the wall you're positive you and the floor would've met minutes ago.

A door slides open from down the hall and a hand clamps over your mouth. Your gut twists, your mind screaming at you to move but you can’t, arms encircle you from behind and trap yours against your sides. A man, you can feel his broad chest up against your back and the rough hands holding you in place only confirm your worst nightmare.

It hurts.

It hurts badly.

You’re being dragged down the hall, the hand never leaves your mouth. You can’t breathe, you can’t see, you can’t move. Nothing, you can’t do anything.

You’re dragged and dragged, out the house, into the forest, dragged over roots, branches, leaves. There are gashes, deep ones across your calves. Blood, lots of it, running down your legs, and you don’t know where the blood starts or ends.

You hurt.

Your stomach, it’s so damn agonizing and your captor only makes it unbearable. Never ending, only worsening as you’re dragged some more. Through thickets and bushes, under a fallen tree, until finally he stops.

Something heavy is thrown open and you’re lifted from the ground, the hand finally moving from your mouth.

Scream.

You scream, crying out for someone to help you, finally thrashing and hitting your captor, whoever he is.

He doesn't budge.

Up a small set of stairs, into a cold dark room, he remains unfazed. You’re set down on something relatively soft and chains are cuffed to your wrists and ankles.

Once again, you can’t move. Bound to whatever he set you on, surrounded by darkness until a lantern is brought in. Illuminating your confinement, you see it's nothing but what seemed to be a fixed up old shack. There's hardly anything inside; a makeshift bed, a small wooden stool, and buckets with rags inside. Lots of them.

You turn to face your captor, ready to fight your way out of there for the sake of your baby, only to find him gone and have your blood run cold.

"I see you made it here without any trouble. Very good."

It's her.

Standing in the corner, arms crossed over her chest, lilac colored irises staring into yours. Unfazed, unbothered, almost bored she crosses the small room and stands in front of the bed, right in front of you.

The light from the lantern brightens her eyes and reflects off the shiny hairpin tucked just above her ear, keeping the small strands of dark black hair away from her face.

The same hairpin that replaced the pink and green butterfly one she wore in her youth.

Get out.

As if reading your thoughts she raises her sword, holding it up right against your stomach, the tip of it poking at your swollen belly, "Try and leave, I dare you. You wouldn't make it two steps off that bed, let alone out the door."

You need to get out.

"Besides there's nowhere for you to go. Especially with that thing on the way. You should be ready in a few hours, these things do take time after all."

Venom.

Her voice drips with it yet her faces remains stoic, but she lowers her sword, choosing to hold it loosely in her hand instead. It's terrifying but you manage to find your voice, "What the hell are you doing? The baby is coming and you have me chained to a damn bed in the middle of the woods? Are you crazy-"

SLAP

The sound echoes in the empty room and your cheek stings, tears brim your eyes as you slowly turn your head back to face her, both shocked and intimidated.

"You don't speak unless I tell you to."

All you can do is stare, quivering on the small bed, willing yourself to stay quiet and for your tears not to fall as she slides her sword into its scabbard.

CRACK

This time you scream.

Blood slowly trickles down your hand from your knuckles, slowly running down your wrist and forearm before dripping down onto the ground from your elbow.

CRACK

Another scream.

More blood dripping onto the floor.

"You've ruined everything." She scowls at you and uses the end of her scabbard to raise your chin, forcing you to meet her eyes. Cold, void of any emotion, or what appears to be at first glance.

Her eyes hold emotion and so much of it, running down in waves off of her. Suffocating you to no end, frustration, hate, jealousy.

Anger.

"If only you would've done what we had brought you to do. If you wouldn't have screwed everything up, ruined the very plans we made, you wouldn't be here. Stuck in an old shack, chained to a bed, about to give birth to a thing I now regret letting exist."

Gripping your jaw she tugs you closer so your faces are mere inches apart, "But you didn't, you went against me. Broke the only rule we had made, the one you agreed to never break. You greedy bitch, couldn't you have been satisfied with just our deal?"

Don't answer.

Her jaw clenches and she yanks you closer, your arms bent back at an uncomfortable, painful angle, "This is all your fault." She stops, seemingly to regain her composure, and pushes you back onto the bed, "No matter, you will suffer the consequences of your actions. You and that thing inside you."

You strain at your chains, desperate to be free, "You will not lay a hand on my child." She snaps her head in your direction and raises her hand, you brace yourself waiting for the stinging pain but it never comes.

"Oh, you're right. I suppose I won't harm that horrid thing, I will hold up my end of the deal though. Take it and raise it as my own. You, however, won't have to worry about your end of our little bargain."

A tight grip on your hair had you crying out, raising your own hands to try and remove hers, "You will give birth and I will take the damn brat, I'll run on home, maybe come up with some sob story for you and live out the rest of my life."

Smirking she tugs your head back, looking you in your tear-filled eyes, "You will stay here, with all the wild animals. I'm sure they'll be happy to have you, something to snack on during the day."

Seeing your fearful expression she chuckles darkly, "This damn baby is a product of a love that should never have existed in the first place. You deceived me, but I will be the one to set things right. This love ends with the birth of the child. Once it's born, my problems will be resolved and I will leave you here to rot, the way you deserve to."

"And I don't need a damn coin to figure that out."

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Can you imagine….Yandere!Shinobu?

TW: yandere/obsessive behavior, jealousy, anger/rage, pervy behavior (?), unrequited love, a depressive episode, mentions of blood/wounds.

Nurse!Shinobu who takes such good care of you. From the time you get to the Butterfly Estate to the time you unfortunately have to leave.

Nurse!Shinobu whose smile seems to hold some truth to it when she sees you come through the gates, whether it's on your own two feet or in the arms of another slayer.

Nurse!Shinobu who has a room entirely for you, everything from your favorite blanket to your favorite snacks are stored there.

Nurse!Shinobu who personally, and only, cares for you. Giving you the best medicines and treatments, fussing over you even when you cheekily tell her you’re fine.

Nurse!Shinobu who hates seeing you in pain, she just about cries herself anytime you flinch, wince, or cry.

Nurse!Shinobu who is so gentle when you do show any signs of pain, even if you try to hide it, she knows you. She knows everything.

Nurse!Shinobu who mixes your medicines with something else to make up for the bad taste. This earns whines and cries from a certain blond when he finds out about the special treatment you're receiving.

Nurse!Shinobu who notices you're coming around much more, with hardly any wounds, maybe some scratches and bruises scattered along your body, but nothing more that would require immediate medical attention.

Nurse!Shinobu who loves that you're frequenting her estate, happy you're coming to see her, to talk to her.

Only her.

Nurse!Shinobu who spends hours with you, telling the kakushi that they may contact her only when necessary. She wants to spend as much time with you as she can, unbothered by the demands of her job.

Nurse!Shinobu who suddenly notices you stop coming to her when you arrive at the estate. no longer having the joy of watching you smile sheepishly when she lightly scolds you for being so careless.

Nurse!Shinobu who sees you headed straight for a kakushi, and is furious. Her smile widens, watching you snuggle up to the blushing, stuttering kakushi, her eyes darkening dangerously.

Nurse!Shinobu who buries herself in her work, no one ever sees her anymore. Only coming out when the Master calls for Hashira meetings or missions. Otherwise she's in her office, surrounded by books and papers, writing down in her journals furiously.

Nurse!Shinobu who finally emerges after weeks, her smile wider than ever. A smile that grows when she sees you being rushed through the estate gates, covered in blood and wounds.

Seems as though the gods, if she believed in any, are working in her favor.

Breaking!Nurse!Shinobu who orders the kakushi to lay you in your the room and tells them to leave. She'll do her best and you'll be as good as new.

Breaking!Nurse!Shinobu who wraps every single one of your wounds delicately, taking care with each one. She takes her time, looking over your entire body to make sure she didn't miss anything, but relishing in how close she is to you, admiring you in ways she only dreamed about.

Breaking!Nurse!Sinobu who's never done things she shouldn't. She's always followed the rules, strictly. She's always been the good girl, she takes pride in that, but as she gazes down at your sleeping form, at your plush lips, she wonders, for once in her life, if rules were made to be broken.

Breaking!Nurse!Shinobu who wonders just how easy it would be for her to steal a kiss. All she has to do it lean over and press her lips to yours, that's all. Just one kiss. And she'll come back for more.

Breaking!Nurse!Shinobu who care for all her workers, all her kakushi- except one- but she cares for you even more.

Breaking!Nurse!Shinobu who gets an idea. It's horrible, she knows this, but it's so wonderfully genius at the same time. It's an idea that bring her joy and sadness, especially when she adds her beloved workers to the mix.

But she'd do anything for you.

🫶🫶🫶🫶

on a lazy sunday morning, nanami rolls over to hold you, pulling you close. babe wake up, he murmurs, kissing you softly. you stir slightly. mm? you let him snuggle in, pressing your face into his chest with a question. i have a problem, he mumbles quietly into your ear. he pulls your waist close, legs intertwining with yours. it takes you a while before you notice it but you can feel him, semi-hard against your inner thigh, straining to free itself from his boxers. you want to laugh, but it comes out as a quiet hiccup, neither of you awake enough to move too much or speak too clearly.

eyes still closed, nanami nuzzles into your hair. wanna be inside you, he whispers, voice still rough with sleep. you try to laugh again, this time sounding like a soft choked breath. mm 'kay, you murmur back in reply. eyes still closed, you lift your hands up to cup his face, pulling yourself up with the help of nanami's hands, which push your hips up to align himself better with you. he sighs contentedly as he presses himself against you, neither of you moving to take off your clothes just yet. nanami presses his forehead to yours, slowly, taking his time. you can feel him getting harder slowly. nanami grunts as he pushes himself up on his elbows above you, knees on the bed, so that he can pull off your underwear - underwear he bought for you, nanami briefly registers - and slips them off your legs. you kick them lazily onto the floor, hands once again searching the air above you for him. nanami leans into your arms. he presses soft kisses onto your face, and your hands move down to help him pull down his boxers. he leans back again, parting from you to pull them down completely, sighing at the effort. he's almost fully awake now, which annoys him. kento? you mumble a question, eyes opening to see why he's troubled. he smiles at you gently. it's nothing, he says, we can go back to sleep together in a bit. you move in tandem as if you'd both practiced beforehand, your legs widening to let him draw close as nanami reaches for the lube in the drawer, warming it up in his hands before slathering you in it. his hands are warm, his fingers gentle as they push the slippery gel just past your entrance, rubbing you just the right way to get your body ready for him. nanami lines himself up with you, dragging his tip up and down your entrance as a sign that he's about to push in. you relax, and he pushes himself into you - not fully hard, but hard enough to need you. when he's finally all the way in, nanami lowers himself onto your chest, leaning his weight on you, head buried in the crook of your neck. he sighs in contentment. warm, he mutters. you feel good, my love. you chuckle, and this time it comes out as a soft nasal exhale. nanami closes his eyes as he interlinks his fingers with yours.

both of you stay like that for a long while, dozing off once in a while. neither of you are fully awake, but you can feel nanami get harder and harder inside you, slowly growing to the size you are familiar with. nanami groans into your ear, and you smile. you grind against him slightly, hip to hip, and he lets out another groan of pleasure. let me fuck you babe, he mutters, waiting for your reply. he presses himself deeper, trying to convince you, but you don't need convincing. mm okay, you whisper into his ear, and nanami shifts forward slightly, pulling out just a little to thrust back into you, not as forceful as when you are awake, but with enough force that you inhale sharply. you kiss his neck, encouragingly, assuring him that it doesn't hurt, and nanami keeps thrusting lazily, his balls slamming into you heavily with every thrust. you exhale in pleasure, feeling yourself get wetter. love you, kento, you mumble, more awake now, and nanami lifts his weight off you and onto his elbows to kiss you awake. his thrusts get faster, his face crumpled with the need to cum. the bedroom fills with soft morning light and soft pants and huffs from both of you, barely awake enough to speak. kento, want you inside, please, you beg in a shaky voice, and nanami begs himself inwardly to manage his pace. please cum inside me, kento, please, please, you're awake now, hips bucking up to meet his rhythm over and over. nanami opens his eyes fully to admire you beneath him, his voice low and still raspy in the morning. then cum for me first baby, he says, be good and cum on my dick. he gets more forceful as he feels you nearing your high, fucking you through your orgasm as his rhythm falls apart. you feel him press deep into you, his cock twitching violently before he cums inside, spilling his warm seed deep into your womb.

still panting, nanami stays inside you, turning you both onto your side so you can wrap your leg around him. his hand comes to a rest on your ass, locking you both into place, and you smile as you nuzzle into his chest. nanami breathes out. he smiles at the thought of his seed inside you, plugged up with nowhere to go.

five more minutes, baby, then we can wake up and have breakfast.

...ten minutes.

you can feel nanami's smile as he kisses your forehead. okay. ten minutes till good morning, then.

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