Okay So I Was Reading The Prompts And Got The Idea For This Scenario Where One Of The Slayers Happen

Okay so I was reading the prompts and got the idea for this scenario where one of the slayers happen across reader(either someone they know or a stranger) who’s been turned into a demon. They’re not hurting anyone but don’t wanna be a demon/eat people so they’re waiting for the sun to rise so they can die and (hopefully) go to heaven. Cuz they’re not attacking anyone the slayer just sort of ends up sitting with them and keeps them company, the prompts were:

"If I asked you to stay, would you?"

"Just please, don't leave me."

You can decide how it ends if they die or if the slayer helps them somehow but could they be either Giyuu, Rengoku or Tanjiro? Or all of them if you wanna do little HCs I don’t mind! Sorry if you’re not comfortable with this it’s cool to ignore if you are it just got stuck in my head.

Thanks & take care x

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"If I asked you to stay, would you?" "Just please, don't leave me." | Kyojuro x Demon!Reader

Warning(s): Angst, Attempted suicide

Author's Note(s): This is such a creative scenario, Nonny. I went for Kyojuro since its kinda obvious how Giyuu and Tanjiro would react. Enjoy this oneshot.

Word Count: 971

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The midnight blue night sky was lightening up—a clear sign of the approaching dawn which Kyojuro took as his cue to head home for rest. This is the hour in which demon attacks decrease dramatically as the fiends hightail it to find shelter from the sun. Of course, a few bold ones try to get one last meal, but the empty streets and a Hashira's presence were a great deter.

Kyojuro had a meager moment to catch his breath before his crow swooped in and cawed, "Demon by the river-!" It had not even finished when Kyojuro took off in the direction of the creek that bordered the village.

It was a short distance from where he stood to watch. A turn around a street corner and Kyojuro spotted the demon perched on a boulder by the river in plain sight. He would have mistaken them for a human if not for the faint demon aura his sharpened senses detect. The demon had a splotch of drying blood around its neck, but other than that, they were well-kempt; no blood around their mouth or arms to indicate they had recently eaten.

Odd. Even odder, they faced the direction of the rising sun.

Their legs fidget with the instinct to run for cover, but they were adamant in remaining where they were. It was perfect for Kyojuro, who snuck up behind the demon, hand on his katana with the intent to slay them. That is until he finally heard their weak, shaky crying he could not pick up before with his partial deafness.

He hummed a little too loud than intended, and the demon was finally alerted to his presence. Teary cat-like eyes turned to meet his own. Their breath hitched momentarily as they registered his immense strength as a Hashira. Yet, Kyojuro swore he saw hope gleam in their eyes. Nothing like the fear he saw in all other demons.

"Stay still, demon, and this will be over!" He boomed, unsheathing his sword.

"Demon? So it is true," They bawled. "My family is dead. And I'm a demon now."

"How unfortunate." Kyojuro rose his katana to swipe at their neck, indifferent to what he assumed was the demon's attempt at gaining his pity.

The demon wept at their impending death even though—not yet known to Kyojuro—it's what they sought. Still, they turned their head up to the sky, leaving their neck wide open. That simple action is what got through to Kyojuro. He froze in place with his katana still raised above him. This demon had accepted death without even lifting a finger to defend themselves, not once.

Curiosity got the better of him. Lowering his sword and returning it to its saya, he asked, "What's your name?"

"(Y/n)," The demon answered in perplexion.

"Just (Y/n)?"

(Y/n) nodded, "I do not remember my family name. I got turned a few days ago, and I could feel my humanity disappear since then. I crave for human flesh." They clutched their chest, "I can't stand the thought of it. I must die. It's for the better."

Kyojuro was dumbfounded. His mind raced as he reviewed (Y/n) 's explanation. This is the discovery of a lifetime. A demon would rather die than wreak havoc on innocent people just to keep themselves alive. It became clear why they were so accepting of death, albeit still fearful. He would even say that (Y/n)'s consideration and fear of death made them more human than demons. His thoughts were interrupted by (Y/n) yelping as the first rays of the rising sun singed their skin.

In a swift motion, Kyojuro wrapped his arm around (Y/n)'s waist and dashed behind a building where some shade remained. "If I asked you to stay, would you?" He blurted. He promised to protect the weak, which included helping those less fortunate, and right now, (Y/n) looked like they needed someone to help guide them down the right path.

(Y/n) looked up at Kyojuro in surprise, then back at the ground and fiddled their hands in uncertainty. "Are you not a demon slayer? A Hashira, perhaps? I'm sure there is a big penalty for a slayer that harbors a demon. I would not want a kind man like you to suffer the consequences when you could be helping people more deserving of your kindness."

(Y/n) was right. There are significant consequences Kyojuro would face if he were found out; add the problem of having no place to hide them. He could not take (Y/n) to his home, or they would have his father to answer to.

Wait! That is it! Kyojuro recalled, in his youth, when his father's drunken outbursts were at their worst, he and Senjuro would hide out in the abandoned temple. It was believed to be haunted, thus has been long forgotten by the townsfolk. The perfect place to hide (Y/n). So long as they did not claim any human lives, the demon slayer corps would not be alerted to their existence.

"I have a place where you can stay, and in the meantime, I will speak to the master of the corps. He's a reasonable man. I'm sure he would gladly accept you. I do not think the others will be so easily convinced, but once you prove yourself, it will be worth it."

(Y/n) pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Okay. I'll go with you." They blushed as he gave them a vibrant smile. "Just please don't leave me."

"Well, I will have to leave to inform the master, but I won't ever abandon you. You can be sure of that. Come now. I'll take you to your new hide-out." Kyojuro took off his haori and draped it over (Y/n) to shield them from the sun—guiding them in the opposite direction of the rising sun where the temple stood.

[My Lord- Sukuna x F!Reader]

Summary: Sukuna needs a wife to give him heirs and every women presented to him so far doesn't fit his criteria but then you appear, unlike most people who offered him gold, jewels, and well...women, you did the unthinkable and offered the King of Curses a bowl of berries.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, toxic!sukuna, virgin!Y/N, public sex, humiliation, dumbification, degradation, slight dacryphilia, squirting, fingering, pet names, F/M, vaginal intercourse, sukuna is lwky misogynistic, and when I mean Sukuna I mean og Sukuna- four arms, four eyes, four mouths kinda deal.

Fandom: Jujustu Kaisen/JJK

Sukuna rested on his throne with a bored expression.

Looking for a wife was rather difficult. Most women were given to him as offerings to protect the village from which they came from. Every women he ended up refusing and just slaughtering the village anyway and eating the residents. Sukuna wasn't really looking for a wife to love and nurture he was looking for a wife that could please him and bear his children. Nothing out the ordinary for those times but still cruel none the less.

Human women were fun to eat and play around with but to actually give one the title of his wife- that disgusted him.

So here he was alone. As usual but he was used to it by now. Sukuna had been craving something for the past few days, he didn't know whether it was human meat or sex. He sometimes got the two mixed up. Either way he needed some offerings and no one was offering him anything for the sole reason that he had already slaughtered all of the villages near him.

"Fuck," Sukuna raised two of his arms in front him and stretched. Then there was the loud echo of his chamber doors opening. "Hmm?" Sukuna raised the brow as you walked inside of his throne room with a simple bowl of red berries, grapes, etc. in hand. It was odd. Could you not see the human skulls and skeletons lying about? You weren't blind were you?

"Speak."

You knelt down in front of his throne and you pushed it forward. "My Lord," You gulped and kept your eyes on the floor. "An offering, I offer the most fresh berries grown in my family's orchard if you spare us." You said and Sukuna sat up a bit more a grin of amusement growing on his face. "Who is this us?" This had to be joke or were you really that stupid? Berries. You really thought the king of curses would be satisfied with berries. "Just my family, my Lord. You have slaughtered all the villages in the area and the next closest thing is my family's estate. I came here on my own accord- as a precaution...my Lord." You added another just to be sure.

Sukuna could tell you were afraid, you were trembling for heavens sake. "A precaution," Sukuna chuckled and leaned forward.

"Stand, woman."

You stood up quickly. Your eyes glued to the floor and you tried your best to keep your composure as Sukuna burst out into laughter. "O-Oh my! I've never met such a human," He caught his breath and leaned back in his throne. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." He ordered and you stared at up at him.

"Have you ever had sex?" He asked flat out and your face grew warm, "No...no my Lord." Sukuna eyes widened slightly. "Really? Has anyone ever asked you to be their wife?" You shook your head and he looked you up and down. "It's rather shocking to me since you gave such a great body for bearing children." He murmured and you gulped, "I've heard that plenty times before...I've been asked to be a mistress though and less of a wife."

"Come," Sukuna patted his knee and you stood up straighter than before. "Come sit."

You looked around and he chuckled. "It's just us," Sukuna gaze grew dark the more he stared at you. "Don't make me repeat myself." He hummed and you made your way onto his knee, gasping at the feeling of one of his hands squeezing your waist. "Now tell me," Sukuna watched as you pressed your thighs together. Had a man never touched you in such a manner at all before? "You wish for me to spare your family and you offer me- the king of curses- the man that slaughters and eats those below him, berries?" Sukuna recalled and you pressed your lips together, "Yes my Lord," You adjusted your spot on his knee and looked up at him. "I've heard you love your wine- those berries make the finest wine in the lands." You blurted out and Sukuna licked his lips. "You have a smart mouth woman."

You couldn't help but smile a bit. "I apologize, my Lord."

Sukuna looked down at the bowl of berries then back at you. You did have a nice body not just for bearing children but in general. A pretty face too. But you had no experience in sex- he didn't have the time to wait for you to figure it out. He needed heirs now. Also you were a human. Sukuna hadn't a clue of what children with a human would end up like. Also he would have to take you as his wife- a lowly human as his wife.

"I will consider your offer," You whimpered as one of Sukuna's fingers slid under your dress and began to stroke your clothed cunt. "Under the conditions that you give me a child. If you get pregnant quick then we'll marry and you will be mine- your purpose only to please me and to bear my children," You fell back against Sukuna's chest and covered your mouth as your panties grew damp. "If you refuse I'll slaughter you and your family without a second thought."

That was fair wasn't it?

"Oh yes what is your name?" Sukuna questioned.

"My name is Y/N."

Sukuna nodded and repeated your name under his breath, trying to figure out if he would call you that or stick with woman.

"M-My Lord," You uncovered your mouth as Sukuna tore off your dress. Your bare breasts were exposed to the cold, dead air of his chambers. He threw the fabric to the floor and slowly slid down your now soaked panties. "I'll do it," You shivered at the feeling of the pads of Sukuna's fingers brush against your dripping cunt. "My Lord I-I've never felt like this before..." You whispered and Sukuna leaned into your ear.

"Just watch."

He stroked your cunt gently, gathering your slick around his fingers before slipping one in between your folds. "H-Hahh! I-I..." You squirmed in his grasp as another finger slide inside of you.

Sukuna stroked your walls grinning at the sight of more of your slick gush out, dirtying his robe. "It feels weird!" You cried out as Sukuna pushed another finger inside. The feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you made your head spin, wasn't the sex supposed to be after marriage?

"Look at yourself," He watched as you looked down at your pussy coating his fingers with it's slick.

It hurt. It hurt so bad but felt so good.

Was this pleasure?

"M-More! Oh please- please it feels good!" You mumbled and Sukuna brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing harsh circles around the throbbing bud. You eyes went wide and a high pitch squeal left your lip, your toes curling at the feeling. "My stomach- o-oh it feels tingly- m-mmgh! S'good! S'good My Lord!" You moaned and Sukuna brought up one of his hands and began to fondle with your breasts, pinching and squeezing your nipples. "Look at you, such a whore for my fingers. I thought you were a virgin?" He snickered and you stared at your cunt that was easily taking in his fingers with shame.

Was this really you? Babbling for a murderer's mere fingers.

"I don't like it- I don't like the way my stomach feels-" You whimpered and Sukuna brought a hand from your breasts and placed it on your stomach. "It feels like something wants to come out doesn't it?" He hummed while stroking your belly and you nodded with tears brimming your eyes.

"That's good- you gotta let it come out or you won't feel good." Sukuna explained as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. You whined and moaned loudly as squirted just a bit on Sukuna's fingers. "Oh," Sukuna laughed and began to fondle with your breasts again. "The little virgin girl is going to squirt only after her first time getting fingered? Go on squirt for me, you whore." He spat.

Tears rolled down your hot cheeks as your legs began to shake. You let out a whine as your juices squirted all out onto the floor and Sukuna's thighs.

You slumped back against Sukuna's chest and caught your breath. "You're a mess," Sukuna slid his fingers out of you and noticed blood coating the tips of his fingers. "Well would ya look at that. Did I pop the virgin's cherry before I even put my cock in?" He teased and you could only whimper in response due the slight soreness from it.

Sukuna used two of his arms to hook your legs up and another one to bring his cock out from his robe. It was rock hard and the bright red tip leaking pre-cum. It really had been a while since he had sex. "That was only to prep you," Sukuna rubbed his cock in between your folds and you cried out at feeling of the bare tip rub your abused clit. "I do need to get you pregnant after all." He grunted as he guided his cock inside you, only for your to sob and squirm with only the tip inside.

"Shhh shhh my pretty little virgin," Sukuna nibbled at your neck and glanced at your tear covered cheeks. Your eyes were red and puffy and your nose was red as well, the sight of you crying because of his cock- crying because of him, made him all the more turned on. "I gotta put in," You shook your head and arched your back as he lowered you further on his cock.

"I-I can't do it! My Lord s'too big- I'm g-gonna die!" You continued to cry your eyes out and Sukuna already knew your throat would be horse from all of the crying. "You're going to die? Fucking dramatic," Sukuna chuckled.

"Just relax," He rubbed long circles around your clit unlike before and soft mewls left your lips. "Yeah just like that," You sunk further down on his cock, he was stretching you to the brim. You had never felt so full. Your walls squeezed him tight, every vein, the slight curve in his cock, you could feel it all and you didn't know how to react.

"Let me in."

A bulge poked out from your stomach as Sukuna nestled in your velvety walls and brought your knees to your chest. "I want to see you crying- cry for me Y/N." You bit down on your bottom lip as Sukuna slammed you up and down on his cock at much to quick a pace for a virgin. To the point where you could barely think straight, "O-Oh my Lord's big! S'big!"

He had done it.

He fucked you stupid.

"Uh huh what else, ya whore? What else do ya have to say?" Sukuna groaned and you threw your head back against his shoulder and babbled on his cock. "I-It hurts! Mmmm but it's so good!" Your voice cracked in between each cry. "Yeah? Fuck- you're so fucking tight it's killing me." Sukuna grunted. "M'So full- so deep!" You sniffled.

The sound of Sukuna's chamber doors opening echoed through the large throne room once again along with your moans, his grunts, and wet slaps.

"My Lord Sukuna," Your face grew warm and you shook your head as a group of villagers walked over towards the two of you with offerings. "I offer-" A man paused at the sight of Sukuna fucking you with every last ounce of his being. Sweat rolled down Sukuna's forehead causing his pink hair to stick to it. His brows were furrowed together, he looked so concentrated that it was insane.

"What else could you- mmm fuck- offer me?" Sukuna growled and your legs trembled as his fingers pinched your clit. "I have my woman who'll bless me with an heir- I don't need your goddamn offerings," He sunk his teeth into your neck and you finally, through teary eyes, made eye contact with the group standing before you and Sukuna.

Shame and embarrassment filled you even in your fucked out state. "N-No! They're watching! My Lord t-they're watching!" You sobbed and Sukuna's teeth left your flesh only to be replaced with his lips. "I know, I'm not gonna let them touch you, you're mine- don't fucking worry, you're only mine Y/N." He comforted you while continuing to bounce on you his cock like there was no tomorrow, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.

"A-Ahh! Don't look- oh my goddd- p-please!" You whined as Sukuna gripped your chin, forcing you to look at the group of men and women before you. "Why're you embarrassed? They can't do anything to you," He kissed your neck and left dark hickey's everywhere. "These are my breasts, these are my thighs, this is my ass," Sukuna grunted and quickened his pace, it was inhumane. "This is my pussy, your mine Y/N- every part of you belongs to fucking me so it doesn't matter what the fuck they see because as long as you're with me you're above them." Sukuna groaned and your eyes rolled back in your head as the tip of his cock brushed against your cervix. "M'gonna come! My stomach it-" You whimpered loudly and Sukuna buried his face in your neck, except for his eyes. He was giving the group of death glare.

"Get the fuck out I'm the only one who gets to see my woman come."

The group rushed out of the chambers, dropping their offerings onto the floor. Sukuna rolled his eyes. He was definitely going to kill them and their villages later.

"Come on, go cum on my cock ya whore," Sukuna thrusted up into you and your legs trembled. Sweat rolled down the curve of your breasts and your slick covered his cock. "Be a good little virgin girl and come." He grunted while drool rolled down your chin as the knot that had been built up in your stomach unraveled.

"Sukuna!"

You screamed his name as you gushed around his cock, squeezing it tight. The little virgin- the little virgin human girl had the audacity to say his name? You said his name? Yeah he was going to fuck you until dawn just for that. "Fuck," He lifted his face from your neck and gave you a sloppy kiss as he tried to reach his high. "I'm gonna fill ya up," You moaned into the kiss. "You're gonna take my seed and give me an heir, right?" Sukuna mumbled and you nodded. "Y-Yes! As many as you want!" You could feel Sukuna's cock twitch and swell inside of you.

"Yeah, fuck, that's a good little virgin."

Sukuna forced himself all the way inside, the only thing that could be seen was the bulge his cock had created in your stomach and his tight balls. He groaned and shot loads of his release into your womb.

You whimpered at the feeling and after a minute of just staying like that and catching your breath Sukuna pulled out. His come dribbled out of your stretched pussy and he gathered it, pushing it back inside your fucked out hole. "You're my woman, understand?" You nodded tiredly and Sukuna traced his thumb over your belly again. It slightly bloated due to how much he had come inside of you. "What's your job as my woman?" He asked you licked your lips. "I-It's," Yep, your voice was horse. "It's to please you and give you and heir." You murmured and Sukuna nodded. "You're a smart little virgin girl." He chuckled and you pouted. "M'Not...M'Not a virgin anymore." You reminded him and Sukuna snickered.

"Yeah that's right, I took your virginity," Sukuna flipped you around so that you both were now facing each other. "But until you learn how to please me to the fullest you're still a virgin my eyes," Your eyes widened at the feeling of Sukuna's hardened cock rub in between your ass. "You do know that pregnancy isn't guaranteed after just one time? I'm tryna see my woman give me heir so we're going to be here for a while." Sukuna grinned and you watched as he slid his robe off and his large stomach mouth came into view.

You gulped as Sukuna leaned towards you, your breasts pressed firmly against his chest. "I wanna try something and we have all day pretty girl." You traced your hands over his muscles. "Whatever you want Sukuna-" He placed a finger over your lips, "Ah Ah Ah we aren't married so it's still my Lord to you." He brought his finger from your lips and you stared up at him with hodded eyes.

"Of course,"

You wrapped your arms around Sukuna's neck and he straddled your hips.

"My Lord."

-[This is one those things you write and never plan on posting until you remember that there will always be someone out there who likes it, this mf has been sitting in my drafts for a good minute]-

i think it would be really funny if maki and megumi started pulling all of their friends into the zenin clan as adopted family members just. whenever it makes something convenient. they pass being head of the zenin clan around so none of the higher ups can hurt them. you want itadori executed? well he's head of the zenin clan now. you want maki to face punishment for her crimes? actually she's head of the zenin clan so she can do what she likes to her clan. you want yuuta dead for finding a loophole in a binding vow? you're going to kill the head of the zenin clan? think about how that would look. gojo's out of the prison realm and now you want him executed too? did you know. did you know he's actually head of the zenin clan--

“How much do you love me?” 

You remember when a young Satoru first asked you that innocent question. One you didn’t really give much thought to as a naive, power obsessed teenage sorcerer. When you’re forced to protect the weak and left to fight for your lives, you don’t really have many thoughts anyway. So when you think about how you had kissed him back then, foolishly and a bit desperately, you still can’t help but wonder how someone as great as Gojo Satoru must see you now.

“Me? Love you?” You leaned into him with a smile, lips stained with sugary soda. “Not at all… Not even a bit.” 

And you sealed your declaration with a kiss.

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MAY WE MEET AGAIN / xiao ( genshin impact ) ( LOOK, WE ARE NOT UNSPECTACULAR THINGS we've come this far, survived this much ; WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF WE DECIDED TO SURVIVE MORE? TO LOVE HARDER? ) a/n: quote by ada limón. reincarnation!au. for @bluexiao ; part of axia's secret santa event! have a wonderful & safe holiday ( ᐛ )و !!

ONE. wangshu inn has always been a temporary haven for a lone adeptus, solitude and desolation a home in the depths of a wavering heart.

( and it still wavers, xiao thinks, feeling your warmth as you stand together, but for different reasons now. )

time moves slowly with you by his side, respite found in moments lost, daybreak filling the sky with wondrous hues.

"it looks beautiful." you tell him, your fingers absentmindedly trailing along the railing of the second floor. "thank you for watching with me."

xiao does not think he can tear his gaze away from you; orange and pink hues reflected in a tenderness that resides in your eyes, and almost instinctively, his hand rests on yours in the midst of longing. his lips part, and how much he wishes to express how dear you are to him, in this moment, in a forever and always, but timidness has always gotten the best of him.

"beautiful." he murmurs. you smile at him, understanding, and he hopes that's enough for now.

wangshu inn has always been a haven for a yaksha burdened with past sins and the future of humanity, but perhaps he has found love & safety elsewhere.

TWO. xiao does not sleep much; he expects tonight to be no different. you toss and turn next to him, the sheets disheveled and in disarray. there are times where you fall asleep the moment xiao holds you, so he does, his arms wrapped around your figure in a comforting safety. but it doesn't work tonight, and your mind continues to wander a little too far, so you give up on the idea of getting rest, and give into the thoughts that continue to linger.

"xiao."

he lets out a hum of acknowledgement, senses your hesitance.

"what bothers you?"

you're not going to say it bothers you, because it doesn't-- just one of those questions that will always remained unanswered, you suppose.

"do you believe in another life?"

he pauses, and for a moment, you feel a tension in his arms. he has lived for a very long while, known those who have done the same. but it has always been the same life and never another, rebirths and reawakenings self proclaimed.

he does not know what happens once the river is crossed and the departed leave this world. perhaps there is another life; perhaps there isn't.

"i don't know." xiao muses, watching as you trace haphazard circles into his skin. "but if there is, then surely i would find you in the next."

& there is something so gentle and promising in his voice that you cannot help the tears that threaten to blur your vision. you nod, overwhelmed with a love so powerful that you believe his words to be true.

"i'd find you, too."

xiao kisses you on the forehead, mumbles a quiet goodnight against your skin.

"you would."

THREE. there are days long past & you cannot remember them. a haziness in your head and a vague grief that resides itself in a dull pain with each beat of the heart, then the feeling of absence in your existence.

you think you must have forgotten something dear to you.

you wake up alone, glance in the mirror. in your reflection there is a silhouette of a past forgotten. a fleeting feeling of yearning and loved missed.

( YOU ARE FORGETTING SOMETHING DEAR TO YOU. YOU ARE SORRY FOR THIS. )

FOUR. it is midnight and you cannot sleep again. you step out of the apartment, mind in a daze as your feet wander endlessly. you don't put much thought into where you're going; you know it's not safe, especially in the late hours, but there's something in your gut that tells you it's okay, that you should just go, that it'll be worth it in the end.

you end up on the playground, find comfort in the sway of the swing. the moonlight has always been beautiful to you. a blanket of stars that cast protection over the living, brilliant and glowing in their wake. you hope for a shooting star-- anything, something that offers the granting of a wish. because this nagging feeling of knowing that there is something more to this life is unforgiving, and you cannot ever let go of it.

the shooting star does not come, but that's okay. the stars are beautiful nonetheless.

"it's not safe to be here alone."

there is familiarity in the voice that comes from behind you. you plant both feet on the ground, stabilize yourself. the swing comes to a stop. you stand, and you wonder why you're afraid to turn around. but you do, eventually, and you see him.

( this is how you meet xiao in this life. )

FIVE. he waits with bated breath, watches as you struggle to take in the sight of him, your eyes wide, hands trembling as you take a deep breath as means to calm yourself. slowly, he approaches-- both in regards to not overwhelm you, but also in fear-- because part of him is afraid, too. afraid that he's taken too long struggling and traveling to the ends of the earth to find you. afraid that you don't recognize him, afraid that you don't remember.

the distance between you two lessens considerably. xiao's gait halts, and he waits. how terribly does he wish to hold you, to feel you in his arms again, and to know that he's with you once more. but he stands there, stagnant, afraid that this is all too overwhelming. ( he fights the urge to smile when he sees your tears forming. he is not cruel by any means, but there is something so reassuring & comforting in the confirmation of knowing that you are remembered and still loved. )

you almost want to make light of this situation-- because the idea of losing the person you love and finally meeting them again in another life seems like too much-- because this is all so much. because xiao is really here with you, only a few feet away. because you longed for him so much that your heart hurt. you almost want to tell him to hug you before you burst out in tears, but even now, there's a dull ache in the being that resides in your chest and it almost resembles guilt.

"i forgot." and the tears do come out anyway, and you can't help the sobs that escape you in overwhelming numbers. "i'm sorry, i forgot."

-- and that's when xiao moves, quick to wrap his arms around you in a i'm sorry i took so long. please don't cry. it's okay.

neither of you know how much time passes until your grief settles and the tears stop. xiao kisses them away, lips curling ever so faintly when you look at him.

"i'm sorry, xiao."

"do not apologize," he murmurs, his hand holding yours as his lips ghost against your knuckles, "i told you that i would find you, did i not?"

you finally laugh, and how wonderful it is to hear it once again.

"you did. you found me."

Toxic — O.Y

|| suffocating for others but so so addictive for you and him.

|| inspired by this ask here!

The content below will contain themes that may upset some reader, read the warnings carefully and by scrolling further, you have given your consent to read these content.

Warnings: yandere, violence, blood, possessive behavior, you and Yuuta lost your minds but it's alright, wait this is really problematic please be sure if you want to read it or not

Notes: First time writing a couple of yanderes, not sure if it's done right but I hope you guys enjoy a problematic relationship ❤️ (this is a joke in no way should you continue a relationship like this in real life)

Pairing: Yandere!Okkotsu Yuuta x Yandere!First-year!F!reader

Humming a light-hearted tune, your hold on the fistful of hair wasn't about to loosen anytime soon despite the heavy weight, but you could handle it, you've dealt with worse creatures—curses, for an example—so this should be nothing.

"Yuuta!" Swinging the wooden door open, you beamed at the person inside, already know who it was before you could even take a look inside of the dark room.

But then your eyes dropped to the stranger on the floor, bloodied and beaten up, definitely half dead.

No, this wasn't a stranger. With a little more concentration, you could somewhat recognize how they looked like before having a black eye, broken nose and swollen lips, maybe without so much blood spilled. He was your senior back in middle school, before you became a sorcerer.

"I saw him talking to you yesterday, I didn't like him."

Yuuta turned to face you, his fluffy white uniform jacket were tittered with some blood but not enough to make everything look dirty, a sprinkle of fresh color.

"You were following me around again...?" A frown formed on your lips and he quickly came close, worry evident in those eyes. "I thought you were on a mission that day?"

His clean hand—free of another's blood—caressed your cheek, thumb swiping affectionately at your soft skin. "You know I'd abandon anything for you."

Yuuta anxiously bit the inside of his cheek, did he upset you?

Before he could overthink even more, his eyes caught the unsightly— thing, you were holding on to, and he rose a brow at that.

"And you weren't following me around as well?" Yuuta couldn't help the grin stretching on his features, watching you look down sheepishly—so adorable—at getting caught red-handed.

Weak, barely audible moans of pain fell on deaf ears, limp arms tried gauging but all it took was a mediocre kick to the deep wound on stomach to stop the futile attempts.

"—s-sor...'m sorry..."

"Shut up." You pulled on tangled hair, receiving a strangled yell in response. "M-Mine was different! I didn't have any missions that day." You then let go of your hold, allowing her head to freely thump onto the ground harshly and heavily.

"She didn't have to hug you after you saved her from a measly curse." You huffed, suddenly feeling very protective and touch-starved as you wrap your arms around your upperclassman and boyfriend, resting against his firm chest. Smiling blissfully when you feel a hand petting you.

"I'm sorry, I won't let anyone else touch me anymore." The smile got wider. "I'm sorry, too. From now on, I won't talk to people you don't know." He was satisfied.

"Rika."

Horrified gasps and choked sobs were there, loud, terrified screams (Yuuta made sure the curse had her fun) were there but you two payed no mind to it, lost in each other's warmth, presence and secure arms. There were only the two of you in this whole world, and you'd do anything to keep each other forever there.