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your-local-baguette · 29 days

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Some hashiras with a tall reader

Warnings: maybe suggestive idk, not proofread, after the swordsmith village arc.

Giyuu tomioka

He might seem indifferent about it sometimes since he almost never shows any emotions

But when he met you he was kind of surprised, you stood next to him without your heels and were still taller

He admires that trait of yours, you even sometimes lean down from behind on his shoulder

Honestly, i think he really enjoys a tall s/o he protected his whole time as a hashira, makes him feels protected in some way

Giyuu heard your shoes hitting the ground, he recognized your walking pattern by heart, the clacking of your heels...he saw you in the corner of his eye, your taller figure tugged a slight smile on his lips. His gaze lingered on you for a little bit. "Giyuu ? Giyuuu are you there ?" He snapped out of his trance, locking gaze with yours, his head tilted up slightly. "Yea...i'm here" he said quietly, looking away

Sanemi shinaguzawa

He always grumbles when around you, like as if he was intimidated

He isn't, just finds it really hot, trying to hide his blush

He covers it up with aggression

Litterally fucking adores your height ??

Sanemi sounds like a sucker for a taller s/o

Wear heels and you've got him on his knees

He stood in front of you, his arms crossed on his chest, looking up at you with his angry face. You looked down at him, tilting your head slightly, which made him turn his gaze away. A sly smile attached to your lips "what?~ intimidated?" You said to him playfully. "No! Never, you're just really hot- i mean ugly!" You raised an eyebrow at him "aure, whatever you say shortie" you hit the top of his head playfully.

Muichiro tokito

He actually indifferent about it

Tall or short he like you a lot, because you alway come cloud gazing with him

But it does have an effect on him, he does like it

Sometimes he just looks up at you, his mouth slightly parted

Muichiro looking up at you, mouth slightly parted as his hair flows with the wind. "You look pretty" he said, his expression not changing a single bit. "Thank you mui, you're very pretty too" he tilted his head before smiling up at you "your height is very impressive you know.." "really..?" "Yes.." he felt his whole body being engulfed in a hug "thank you...i appreciate it a lot"

Obanai iguro

He was a little impressed with your height but he quickly got used to it due to gyomei existing

Obanai has a smaller figure so you really tower over him

It might seems crazy but he wasn't just impressed but intimidated too at first.

But if kaburamaru likes you, you can't be so bad, can you ?

Yea he fucking started loving you

You pinned him to a wall one day and it looked like a bear next to a bee

"what are you doing" obanai said, his voice laced with venom, he got that tough exterior but soft inside. You didn't let that discourage you and leaned your face closer to his, he froze, he hoped you couldn't hear his heartbeat. He eyed you down for a hot second. You were at least one head and a half taller than him, he felt like a little mouse but it was you so, maybe it was turning him on just a little tiny bit.

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pluto-destroy-me · 5 months

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Kny coloured manga icons by me Pt.2 ~

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colourstreakgryffin · 8 months

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Hiiii can I request a obanai x abused gn reader pls???

And like the reader drops a plate and is having a panic attack and he comforts us😭😭😭

Thanks

Yaaaay! A solo Obanai! I missed this man so much! Aww, this is so cute! I’ll totally do this

Iguro Obanai- Matching Problems

All Obanai heard, after returning home for a mere ten minutes, was a ceramic shatter echoing through the halls, alerting him as he quickly accelerates his walking speed to rush through the closed-in meek hallways of his massive mansion. The only other person in the cool-toned Estate was you, if you were the reason of the noise isn’t important to him. Your health and safety is

As he suspected from where he thought the source came from, he followed the shatter into the lonely cold kitchen. Where he saw nothing over the counter, you may have still been out? That could possibly suggest a demon has somehow entered his living quarters? With his guard high up, he silently sneaks around the corner of the marble counter. Obanai’s previous readiness and somewhat hostility faded with what he saw

You, his partner, rocking back and forth with light sobs and hiccups. Now, he could hear your distress and he understood all of it so well. Sympathetic and concerned, he approaches your lightly sobbing and hiccuping frame to find what’s wrong with you

You were kneeled down right behind the shattered remains of what he assumed to be one of his many snowy ceramic plates or bowls, clutching your head and breathing heavily as if you were trying to curl up and hide from the oxygen floating around. His heart broke apart at how sensitive and traumatised you are

Obanai is the same as you, two abuse survivors. He can handle his PSTD and trauma triggers a lot better than you can. You have more open panic attacks then he does and it hurts him so much. You don’t deserve to be in so much pain, and he wants to scare away every ounce of that pain with all his strength

Slowly approaching you on light footsteps, Obanai crouched down to meet your eyelevel. You were trapped in a scary panic attack, trembling and feeling a tight swell in your chest. You were terrified as memories of your abusive parents came flooding in at the sound of the plate you were going to use for your dinner, shattered on the floor. Ceramic breaking is a trauma trigger for you

Since your parents always threw ceramic items at you in fits of drunken rage, and the shatter crash always came through whilst you got injured by the item, it became a trauma trigger. Your spine chilled intensely whilst a thin layer of sweat built up over your luscious skin. Obanai didn’t really know how to comfort people, he can barely keep himself calm when up against trauma trigger-triggered panic attacks. After a few seconds of thought

Obanai wrapped his arms around you, just feeling your skin jump. You were sensitive to touch in this state, Obanai knew this well but he also knew he needed to make contact to pull you away. He needed to protect you from the trigger and do his best to make you feel safe so he can get rid of the blaring hazard on the floor to further protect you. “My love…” Obanai softly cooed, not suspecting you to actually lift your head up nor respond to him

But your body instinctively suction-cupped into his own warm frame for comfort and that feeling of safety. You couldn’t really hear him as your anxiety and fear grew stronger, drowning out background noise but you could always sense Obanai’s presence, and your loving boyfriend became associated with true safety. Smiling underneath that signature bandage-mask, Obanai used his gentle embrace against you to lift you to your feet

No. He wasn’t going to force you to walk, he holds you firm enough to keep in his arms but soft enough to not seem like a threat to your easily mendable mind. Obanai noticed the way you finally let him see your face, since it was blocked by the length of your hair and even parts of your hands. He just loved seeing your beautiful face, your gorgeous eyes. Though, right now, was not the best time but he could care less

He loved it all and he was joyous you were starting to get better already, enough to look at him willingly with zero words. It seemed he was helping a lot, dismissing the fact he hadn’t even cuddled nor kissed you properly yet

He reached the bedroom he shared with you in no time, placing you down politely on the futon you share as you felt your heart beating a bit slower than before. Sat down besides you, he held your hand as you gently turned your head to face him

“Close your eyes, my love” Obanai spoke softly and you obeyed his every word with zero hesitation, wanting more than anything for the awful pain and those awful flashes of your horrifying trauma to go away. “Breathe… deeply, gently and slowly. Through your nose”

Obanai chirped and tapped his finger on the button of your nose as a playful thing you two did together, shuffling a bit closer to your laid side and ever-so-slightly squeezing the hand he held so protectively to reassure you he isn’t going anywhere, not now or after he helps

Obanai will stay put to help subside those symptoms and put you to sleep so you can forget all about the misery you’re being forced to withstand in this very moment. He loved you so much that he was willing to stay up all day and all night to ensure you were happy again, that you would sleep peacefully again. As his one and only love, he is happy to do anything for you

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rottencoreflesh101 · 1 year

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I think Im done! ZOMBIE SANEMI YEEEEEEEESSSS MY BELOVED GRRR

He is my religion…. Anyways this is fanart for @sassysaxsolo ‘s Zombie Sanemi fic, I am literally IN LOVE with him, he lives rent free in my head purrr. Check her stuff out, its really finger licking good!

#kny #demon slayer #demon slayer art #demon slayer artist #kny au #kny art #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #zombie sanemi #my beloved #I fucking love him so much yall don’t understand grrrr #Mitsuri #iguro

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sarcastic-kaz · 19 days

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giyuu, looking at mitsuri's hair from behind: like nee-san's hairstyle... obanai: is he fucking staring at her ass

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keruimi · 2 months

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Found Myself Because of Her

Obanai Iguro x reader

Comfort!

Note: I just hope that this fanfic can help you realize something. Mention of self-hate, sexual assault, death, and scars. Not proof-read

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When did everything start? When my eyes suddenly just started to look for her.

An unfamiliar woman that just caught my eyes during my journey to the Ubuyashiki Estate as she played with the children of the village.

The woman who I lock gazes with as she sends a smile to my way that made my heart skip a little.

It was the first time I saw her in that village that made me question my fellow Hashira who she was.

How can she have a huge effect on me?

"Oh, she was the woman you saved from the Entertainment District" Shinobu informed me as the gears on my mind started working.

"She must be strolling around the village"

Somehow, seeing her with the younger generation made me think how it feels to be near her.

Seeing the happiness of the kids she is playing with, made me curious on what kind of woman she was.

Why does that kind of woman end up in a place like the Entertainment District.

Until destiny finally let us meet again. She made a huge impact on me as her first impression was still lingering on my mind.

The happiness she showed when she met me.

I never saw someone that happy when they saw me.

"You must be Obanai-kun that Shinobu is talking about" she started as she bowed towards my direction that made me lower my head to return her greetings.

The moment she raised her head to see me, I felt my heart skip a beat.

That made me question how beautiful she is.

"Here" she handed me a book as I stared at it. "It's a book of appreciation"

Poetry...

I took the item from her hands as she properly stood up. "I never got the chance to thank you. I owe you my life"

I quietly observed the book she gave me before I brought it closer to me before giving a nod to her.

"I was just doing what I was supposed to do" I finally muttered a sentence as her eyes widened a little before she look down.

"Well at least you still did..." I heard her mutter.

I felt her gaze soften before she uttered the words I never knew I would hear for my entire life.

"You are unknowingly the writer who chose to continue my story that was already reaching its ending"

I felt silent on her words that made me feel that saving someone is indeed a big deal.

I finally felt like my actions finally had a huge impact on someone. I let out a small smile under the bandages that were covering the lower part of my face.

I saved someone...not only physically but mentally too.

That was the first encounter we had. And I silently yearn for the next one.

On the four walls of my room, I flip the pages of the book she gave me.

How can I forget... That I love reading these things.

A small smile lifted from my lips when I remembered her. There was no day that I didn't read the book that reminded me of her.

A book that comforts the person in me. It was like an eye opening for me.

Nobody is perfect.

Nobody is born as a mistake.

The person you are today is shaped by the painful past that you have lived in.

Nobody is cruel;

Nobody is completely free

From the chains of hatred they have locked themselves in.

In life, you can be at the highest peak of the mountain,

Or at the floor of the deep ocean.

But it shouldn't be a reason nor an excuse to suffocate yourself.

You are beautiful, just as you are.

Love yourself, it's never too late

It feels like, destiny is finally comforting me. That reminds me how deep my self-hatred is.

Because I look like the monster I fear when I was a kid.

How long can I fight the demons that have been living in my mind?

How long will I last?

~•°•~

"Obanai?" I heard her voice below that made me look down and just saw her smiling up to me.

"Don't you want to eat lunch with us?"

I shook my head and I didn't hear her bother me anymore. And the moment I finally went back to reality, there was already a rope on the branch above me as she pulled herself up while carrying a basket.

I just watched as she did her best to reach me.

To be close to my distant personality.

"You should eat. I'm the one who cook it" she stated as she landed in front of me and started setting up the small table and the food she brought for me.

"Take care of yourself, Obanai." She looked at me with her soft gaze. "You need it to keep going"

I felt a pinch in my heart on her words as I let out another small smile under my mask.

I'm thankful she is trying to take care of the body I am abandoning.

I whispered a small thank you before she decided to leave to give me the privacy I need as I look at the food she made.

I felt tears slowly build up in my eyes as I thought to myself...

How long will I hide the ugliest part of me?

Our path keeps meeting and I found myself watching her gracefully dance under the moonlight like a free soul that is not ruined by the world.

I felt the cold breeze as I sat on the floor of the gazebo as my thoughts went hazy again.

I want to know her more. I want to know how she learned those comforting words she never failed to utter every time we meet.

It's God, finally giving me mercy?

Is he finally willing to cure me from the past he let me experience?

The past that was still engraved on the very part of my body. The body he gave me, is it wrong for me to hate it?

"Obanai?" Her voice made me snap my train of thoughts as she walked closer to my direction.

I internally compliment how she looks good at the light yellow kimono she was wearing.

How can someone be this beautiful?

"Are you okay?" She asked me with a small frown on her face as I lifted my lips to a smile but immediately stopped as I imagined how I looked without it.

"I'm fine"

I am not...

She quietly sat beside me as we both gazed at the garden in front of us whose beauty was completely shown by the moon that illuminates its light.

I felt her giving me side glances as she was really thinking if she would ask me to let out myself.

I know that but... Maybe I just want someone to ask.

If I was really fine. I want someone to ask, if I need someone.

Because I badly needed one or I would really lose against my own insecurities.

"I was known for being Tengen's first wife" I heard her mutter that made me turn my head in her direction as she didn't remove her attention in the garden.

"No one knew who I was" she stated as a small smile lift from her lips.

She was Tengen-san's rumored first wife?

I want to know how she ends up where she is now as I properly sat on the floor.

"Tengen is a nice guy. But that alone was not enough for me to survive with his family. Because of that action I made, it ruined the relationship we both have" She continues her story as my thoughts wander again.

Tengen never mentioned her...

"Ever since that incident, there is no day I didn't endure the torture of hatred his family had when he was not beside me. But knowing we were not in good terms yet, I never mentioned it" she finally turned her head to look at me.

Her smile never faded from her lips.

"Obanai, I have scars too" it felt like our surroundings went silent when she let out those words.

It was a moment where she was sharing the most painful part of her story that was not heard.

"There are times I want to cry so badly because I won't have the same perfect body I have when it was marked on me. It was permanent damage to my body, it was a painful strike to reality."

"That's why I left him" She whispered as she let out a low chuckle before facing the garden again. Yet my eyes never left hers.

"I was burned, whipped, poisoned, and beaten. Because I killed a person, I killed one of his brothers" my eyes widened from how she states every word without any hesitation.

Is it really okay to share this with me?

"Now that you heard the reason why I experience that kind of torture, what do you think of me?"

I saw her eyes turned glossy as I felt my heart ache with her.

Burned, whipped, poisoned, and beaten everyday? If I was her, would I kill somebody too?

I wouldn't.

Because ever since I was a kid, I was scared to protect myself. I was helpless.

"I wouldn't kill someone knowing he is important to the person I love. No matter the torture I went through." I finally spoke my mind as I looked at the moon above us.

"But what if it was self-defense? What if that was the only choice so I won't get rape? Would you still blame me?" I snapped my head in her direction when I heard her words.

Rape?

"Then I can't blame you for it..." I breathlessly whispered and a smile lifted again from her face as a look of slight happiness adored her face.

"You see, we were characters of an untold story. People's opinion is based on who's telling the story. Whether we would become a hero or a villain, it was already a decision we can't decide"

I listen to every word she says.

"People's thoughts are something we can never control. So even if you're perfect just the way you are, in their eyes, you have flaws and that's okay" she turned in my direction before lifting a hand to ruffle my hair so I just lowered my head so she could reach it.

"It's okay to be quiet, it's okay to stay silent. But you should be aware when your limit is" I felt her hand lower as it reached one of my cheeks.

"I know you're experiencing your own war with yourself but remember"

"You have no one but yourself" we both stated in sync as she gave a thankful smile before caressing my cheek.

"Ourself is our worst enemy, but also our greatest ally. Never forget that"

And that night, the painful past we both have buried was opened again.

And I found comfort in the woman I never spoke too much with. I found my heart softened on the time I cherished with her.

It felt like I finally found the partner I needed to survive.

I never knew that the night could be this peaceful. It felt like the haze on my mind was finally clear.

Having the strength to look at myself again in the mirror, I slowly removed the bandages that were hiding the ugliest part of me.

I heard Kaburamaru near me as I traced the healed mark on my mouth.

"Is this really fine to show?" I muttered to myself as I looked at myself in the mirror.

Seconds passing and I already felt the fear and hatred creeping behind me as I tried my best not to look away from the mirror.

You are beautiful, just as you are.

I shut my eyes to calm myself down as I felt Kaburamaru circle himself on my wrist as I slowly opened my eyes after I calmed myself down.

The moment I looked at myself back in the mirror, I thought of a question I should have asked long ago.

"Why did I hate you?" A tear slipped from my eyes as I weakly muttered those words.

Nobody is completely free

From the chains of hatred they have locked themselves in.

"It was never our fault..."

The person you are today is shaped by the painful past that you have lived in

"How come I hated you?..."

"You have no one but yourself"

The God just harvested those sinners who have committed grave sin. Whether they died or not because of me...

It was not in our control anymore.

~•°•~

I found her sitting under the Sakura tree, seems to be sewing my haori that I forgot at the gazebo yesterday.

I walk closer to her as she looks up when she hears my footsteps. She greeted me with a smile as I kneel in front of her and sat at the heel of my foot. I watched how she went back to sewing my ripped haori.

"I never got to know your name" I decided to break the silence as a giggle pass her lips.

"Pardon me, I'm Y/n" she playfully introduces herself and manages to lift a small smile from my lips again.

"Thank you for clearing my mind yesterday" I continued and she showed me a gentle smile before tapping my cheek.

"You need it"

I felt my heart warmed from her words as I decided to sit beside her and face her direction where no one would see my face.

I want to know if she is willing to stay or leave.

"I want to show you the scar that ruined me" I whispered to her that made her tie the threads when she finished what she was doing.

She turned to face me.

"Go on" she muttered and I felt nervous if I was doing the right thing.

Noticing my hesitation, she gave me a gentle smile. "I won't leave"

Hearing her assurance, I slowly removed the bandages that were covering my face as I hid it from the world.

Her eyes never left mine as I completely removed the cover.

Please don't leave me...

Without wasting any second, I felt her hand on my cheeks as she gave a proud smile as her eyes started to turn glossy.

"You did great" she whispered and I can't help the tears that were building from the corner of my eyes, attempting to escape.

My trembling hands touch her own as she drapes my haori on my head.

"You did it"

I can't forget the happiness she felt for me and my heart chose her over and over again.

I want her to be with me. That made me ask to court her and she gladly accepted it.

She was the person my tortured soul needed.

When we became a couple, I was the happiest. I didn't care about her past anymore.

I was her present and I would make sure I would be the one with her in the future.

My relationship with her is nothing but happiness and comfort. Something I never had nor given with.

I never hesitated on going to her arms for comfort or even assurance. A side that I only show to her and only her.

It's hard to show it during the daytime with many people watching.

I also saw her scars that littered her body. Some left a mark, some completely healed.

I just found myself tracing the scars of the whip on her back as she put some cream on her body.

Both of us would love any flaw in each other's body.

And I can't ask anymore for a better partner like her.

While on the left side of her hips, the burn is found. There are bruises that have already turned darker than her skin color so it's not easy to hide it.

She was silent the whole time I observe her body. I decided to snake my arms around her waist and pull her closer to me that made her look at the mirror just to see me.

"The scars never makes you less beautiful" I softly whispered as she let a gentle smile before kissing my cheeks.

"I know..."

Our body became a book where the scars of our past are written.

Having someone like her, all my fears disappeared.

I would trade the world for her

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pfpanimes · 10 months

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⌕ ⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!!!

⌕ kimetsu no yaiba • obanai iguro.

like or reblog if you save/use.

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sema34 · 17 days

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OBAGYU CONTENT RAHH‼️

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croccroncher · 3 months

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ObaMitsu!!

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strawberry-lemonade-kisses · 10 months

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Happy Fathers Day

The day your daughter was born was the day you were convinced you could never love anymore. You had immediately given all of your love to her, crying as she was finally placed into your arms, still discolored and unhappy. She was perfect though, even her cries. Your body was tired, there was sweat matting your body but you didn’t want to move away from this moment. Your husband stood at your side, watching with awe as your little girl silenced her cries, the only sound in the room being the nurses shuffling about and the doctor making sure all was good. “She looks like you” The baritone of your husband's voice pulled you out of your stupor, and finally looked up. “I was thinking she looked more like you, look at this full head of hair” You giggled, brushing back the still moist strands covering most of her head the same stark black as your husband's. Your husband chuckled leaning over your shoulder to get closer. Her eyes were squeezed shut, already worn out from the outside world. “I hope her eyes match yours, Obanai.” He looked at you in shock, stepping so you could see all of him. “Why?” He was panicked at the thought of his child bearing too much of a resemblance to him, looking like the person who destroyed his entire family because he wanted to live because he didn’t want to be a sacrifice for criminals. You placed a soft hand on his, squeezing in hopes to pull him back to earth and out of his head. “Because I love looking at you. My beautiful husband who works so hard and does all he can to keep me happy and healthy, The same husband who has done so much during my hormonal outbursts and still is married to me” You laughed “I love you so much and I think your eyes are so unique and breathtaking that I would love our little girl to have them” You beamed at the thought of her having the same heterochromatic eyes as the man next to you. Obanai was silent behind his face mask but you could see the blush blossoming behind the white material. “Here you go Dad” Scooting a chair next to your bedside a nurse motioned for Obanai to sit. “And for Mom, I brought apple juice and some ice chips for you” She placed the cups down next to you. “So we do have to finish off this little girl's birth certificate, did you guys have a name in mind?” Obanai looked at you nodding in confirmation before you spoke. “Kiomi, Iguro Kiomi. Our little beauty” The nurse nodded, writing the names down. We do need signatures but we can do that when you guys discharge tomorrow. I’ll let you rest and spend some time together, if you need anything please call. I will be at my station right outside!” Her enthusiasm was equally matched as you thanked her for her help before crowding back into your family. “Here, you need to hold her too, I can’t hog her” Obanai didn’t waste a second in scooping the bundle from your arms, watching her squirm a bit before settling back into her slumber. You were blessed, truly. You had never felt so lucky t have what you had in front of you. A loving and doting husband, someone you could grow alongside and overcome odds you didn’t think were possible to accomplish, and now this. A beautiful baby girl who was brought to this world by the love you two shared, encompassed and enveloped in the utter devotion you had to one another. She was everything you could have asked for and more. Her tufts of black hair, to her dainty little nose and cherub-like cheeks you just wanted to kiss. You couldn’t wait to watch her grow, to hear her try to speak, you even couldn’t wait to change dirty diapers and clean up crayons smeared into your walls. It was riveting thinking of the future. “beautiful, she’s waking” Obanai moved to the edge of your bed, sitting next to you so you could watch as she let out a large yawn that made your eyes water at the beauty of it. As she blinked awake, eyes adjusting to the still-rising sun. You gasped as her wide eyes finally looked at you. Obanai’s eyes were watery as he looked at you, sniffling softly as he brushed her head. Like father, like daughter. Matching eyes watched your reaction. “Kiomi you are so beautiful!” you cried, leaning your head on Obanai as he lay next to you, cuddling into your space with your baby. “Just like her daddy, so beautiful” Her heterochromatic eyes were taking in the surroundings, as much as she could see as much as she could learn. She was perfect and you were so grateful.

#iguro #kimetsu no yaiba iguro #iguro obanai #iguro x reader #obanai iguro #Obanai #obanai x reader #obanai x y/n #obanai x you #obanai fluff

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