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I saw your posting Gyutaro role-playing courtesan and we being customers and I liked it a lot!!Can I request one shot or something detailed about it?

+I'm not native so my sentence can be awkward

𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒏!𝑮𝒚𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

♥ CW: 18+ content, MDNI, female reader, smut, creampie, dubcon, sex work, manipulation

♥ AN: Demon Gyutaro disguises himself as a human courtesan. (Basically switching places with Daki). I really enjoyed writing this one (sorry it took me awhile). But I think this is my favorite one shot I've written yet! Thanks for reading!

♥ WC: 2,512

"What?! Y-you want me...?" The tall man with flowing black locks, and vibrant sea-blue eyes looks down at you.

"Yes," You offer him a satchel full of money, "I would like to purchase a night with you."

He hesitantly takes the bag, "Customers never request me..." he mumbles, "Are you sure it's me you want for the night? There are men that are much more attractive than me..."

"I'm positive," you nod, "I have seen the other men in this house. And you are my favorite... I find you very attractive."

"Well then," he gulps, "Follow me."

With a skip in your step, you follow him down the hall and into an extravagant looking bedroom. Candles glowing in the corners of the room, illuminating the large futon in the middle. Decorated with elaborate silk sheets.

"Please take a seat," Gyutaro says politely, motioning towards some cushions in front on a low table.

You take a seat and look up at him as he pours you a cup of tea.

"My name is Gyutaro by the way," he says as he sits down in front of you.

"What a lovely name, I'm Y/N. It's a pleasure to be spending this evening with you," you blush as you sip at your tea.

Gyutaro sits there and watches you, unsure of how to move forward with the main event. You did pay him after all... so he might as well give you what you paid for.

He clears his throat and breaks the silence, "We can start whenever you're ready..."

You blush, remembering that you didn't come here for a simple cup of tea. "Oh um, I-I'm ready to start now."

"Alright then, make yourself comfortable," Gyutaro motions towards the futon. Trying not to stare as you strip down to your corset and panties, laying down on the silk sheets.

"Fuck," Gyutaro curses under his breath. You look so sexy. Never would he have imagined that he would get the opportunity to have sex with such a gorgeous woman. It makes his insecurities skyrocket.

If he shows you his body, surely you will demand a refund.

He takes a deep breath, building the strength to remove his kimono and reveal his body to you.

The room goes silent as he waits for you to express your disgust. But you never do.

You look up at him with the sweetest expression, patting the spot beside you on the futon.

"You... still want me?" he gasps in disbelief.

"Of course I do, why wouldn't I?" you cock your head to the side. He feels slightly insulted that you choose to ignore the obvious fact that his body isn't what you were expecting. But he can't complain. At least you aren't hurling insults at him.

All he can manage is a nod. Looking down at you, seeing your perfect body, he's already rock hard. His hormones take over, pushing his negative thoughts and insecurities aside.

Lasty he removes his underwear, his cock springing free.

You can't help but stare. It's so much larger than you had anticipated, and not only are you surprised by the size, but it's so pretty too. The same birthmarks that cover his face trail down his shaft as well. You can't help but admire them, watching as each vein pulses in anticipation of being inside of you.

Gyutaro wastes no time climbing on top of you, making himself comfortable between your legs.

He gently kisses your neck and whispers, "At any point, let me know if you want me to stop."

"O-ok," you moan, pulling him closer.

He grins and continues kissing and nipping at your neck, being sure to leave marks behind. He grinds his hips against your clothed pussy as he removes your corset. Kissing and twirling his tongue around your nipple, as his hand squeezes your other breast.

"A-ah!" you gasp.

He looks up at you with hooded eyes, not even bothering to stop rubbing his cock between your folds. "You like that huh? I can tell... you're already seeping through your panties," he smirks.

"Mm hm," you nod, "f-feels good."

"So, you won't mind if I take these off, hm?" he laces a finger under your panties, tugging them slightly.

"Please do," you mutter.

Gyutaro has never gotten an opportunity like this, he can't believe his luck. Right in this moment, he vows to himself that he is going to get as much from you as he can.

He removes your panties, watching in awe as your slick clings to the fabric as he pulls them away. His cock twitches at the thought that you could possibly want him so badly to be this wet.

Grabbing the base of his cock, he positions himself at your entrance, "Ready for me, Y/N?"

"Y-yes, I'm ready Gyutaro," you nod, spreading your legs wider for him.

With a smirk, Gyutaro leans his body forward as the tip of his cock slides into you. As he goes deeper, the sensation of your walls clenching down on him quite literally takes his breath away.

He lets out a low groan as he slowly slides into you, making sure to consider your comfort. You are his client after all and a part of him is hoping that you will come back for his services again someday.

You squeeze your eyes shut and cling onto him as he bottoms out, moaning in ecstasy at the feeling of being completely full.

Gyutaro stills for a moment, looking down and clenching his teeth. Trying to recompose himself enough to speak, "Are you... are you comfortable?" he mutters.

The fact that he cares so much about your comfort makes you blush. "Yes," you nod enthusiastically, "I'm comfortable. You can start moving now..." you look away in embarrassment.

The first few thrusts are shaky and tentative as Gyutaro tries to adjust to the pleasure that he's feeling. Even though he is a courtesan, a Yarō to be specific, he never gets requested to perform sexual services for customers. He earns his keep by acting and doing tea ceremonies, which he excels at.

But it's not long before he gets a good rhythm going. The beautiful moans that escape your lips encourage him to keep going, picking up the pace. His cock sliding in and out of you, filling the room with obscene wet slaps and squelches.

He already feels himself getting close, but he wants to make sure his customer is left satisfied, "I-I wanna make you cum," he says between pants and grunts.

You roll your fingers through his hair and move his head to look into your eyes, "I'm getting close Gyutaro, ah-, you're doing so good." You moan as you wrap your legs around his hips, bringing him closer to you. He barely pulls his cock out of you before thrusting back in again, the added friction of his pelvis rubbing against your clit bringing you even closer to climax.

And he can tell by the way your walls tighten around him. He feels like he is quite literally being milked.

He feels himself slipping as he becomes drunk off of the way your pussy pulls him in and begs for his cum. All he can think about is filling you up, nothing else matters.

When your walls start quivering, it pushes him over the edge.

Gyutaro crashes his lips with yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth as your body shakes beneath him and the two of you climax together. With another harsh thrust he's spilling his sticky hot seed inside of you, filling you to the brim. As his spotted cock twitches, he feels every part of his being let go and become one with you.

He's never experienced such pleasure in his entire life.

When his orgasm fades and he pulls away from the kiss, he looks into your glazed over eyes. Only to be met by the look of pure terror on your face.

"What's the matter?"

You are in complete shock. The man that you just made love to, is not the man you thought he was. But rather a demon.

His appearance completely changed. His long black hair is now half lime green, and his beautiful sea-blue eyes are now sickly with glowing yellow scleras. His vibrant skin now grey and lifeless. And when he opens his mouth to speak, you are met with deadly sharp teeth inches away from your face.

It takes Gyutaro a moment to realize that his human disguise had faded. He let his guard down and wasn't able to keep his guise up during his orgasm.

"Fuck," he growls as he quickly covers your mouth with his hand before you are able to scream.

"And I was starting to like you too," he sighs, looking down at you with a frown, "Now I have no other choice but to kill you."

Your eyes widen and you shake your head, your pleas being muffled by his hand.

"Don't worry darling," he smirks, "I'll make you cum again before you die."

He cackles as he watches the tears flow from your eyes.

His entire demeanor has changed now that he is showing his true self. Before, he was so polite but now he is the complete opposite. A blood thirsty killer ready to use you for his own enjoyment.

He momentarily moves his hand and grabs your hips to flip you over, pressing your ass against his dick. Before you even get the chance to speak, he's ramming his cock back inside of you. Eliciting a yelp from you.

"Ah-" you start, but his hand muffles the rest of your whimpers.

"Shut the fuck up," he punctuates each word with a hard thrust. Pulling your head up, he keeps his other hand seated on your waist. Your back arches as he bends you into this uncomfortable position.

You whine and yelp into his palm as he continues to abuse your already sore pussy. No longer considering your comfort, all you have become is a toy.

"Fuck," he grunts under his breath, "this pussy is so tight, Ngh- gonna miss it after I devour you."

He cackles when he feels your face contort in fear as your tears wet his hand. Gyutaro decides to move his hand from your mouth to your throat, firmly constricting your air flow as he feels his cock start to switch.

When you claw at his hand and start gasping for air it pushes him over the edge. Watching you struggle for your life, seeing you completely at his mercy. He empties another load into your pussy, his previous one already dripping down your thighs.

With a content sigh he releases you, causing you to fall on your face back onto the futon. Blood fills your mouth when you accidentally bite your lip, but that's the least of your concerns. You are too busy gasping for air to care. Your lungs burning.

Gyutaro sits back for a moment to watch you struggle. Looking down at his still erect cock he shrugs and to your dismay, grabs your waist again.

"P-please Gyutaro, don't hurt me," you whimper, weakly trying to crawl away from him.

"Calm down, I ain't gonna kill you yet," he chuckles as he positions you to sit on his lap.

"Just one more round, ok? I still wanna make you cum again," he tenderly moves your hair out of your face, "You'll ride my cock like a good girl, won't you?"

Wiping away your tears, you nod, "Y-yes..." you whimper as your shaky hand holds onto his shoulder for support while you position his cock at your entrance and slowly lower yourself onto him.

His eyes widen at your obedience, groaning when you sit on him fully.

He's shocked to see how you start riding him with enthusiasm, even going as far as to gently lay your head in the crook of his neck. Holding onto him and moaning sweetly into his ear.

He thought that you'd just be doing this to persuade him to spare your life, but why do your actions seem so genuine?

Maybe it's because you are strangely even more attracted to him in his true form. Something about having sex with a dangerous man-eating demon makes you want him even more. Being used like a toy by this powerful man. It all makes you want him even more.

"Ah Y/N..." he moans, gripping your ass and guiding you up and down his length.

"Mm you feel so good, Gyutaro," you pant, "so so good..."

You gently kiss the rough skin of his neck, causing him to gasp and moan. His adam's apple bobbing with each pleasured sound that escapes his lips.

He presses his thumb down on your clit and starts rubbing in tight circles.

"R-right there baby," you moan, encouraging him to pick up the pace. Being called baby pulls at his heart strings. He wants to make you cum so bad, but this time for less selfish reasons.

He passionately kisses you, gently sucking the blood from your bottom lip. You taste so sweet on his tongue. A taste he finds himself quickly getting addicted to.

As he continues to play with your clit, he uses his other hand to hold onto your hip and thrust up into you, meeting your hips with a loud, wet slap.

Your orgasm hits you hard, "Gyutaro!!" you scream. Your thighs trembling as your walls tighten and convulse around him.

Gyutaro thrusts a final time and he's unraveling with you, wrapping his muscular arms around you and holding you close as he fills you up with his cum for the third time tonight.

The way that the two of you hold onto each other, it's almost as if you love one another.

Gyutaro holds you in his arms, listening to your labored breaths.

He carefully slides out of you and lays you down on the futon. He looks down at you with a frown, watching as you continue to surprise him. You don't run away or beg for him to spare your life. It's almost as if you have completely forgotten he promised to kill you once he's had his fun.

Instead you just lay there and stare up at him with a look he is unfamiliar with. One that he doesn't quite understand but it causes his body to move on its own. Without saying anything, he lays down beside you and pulls you into his chest. Gently caressing your face, he watches as sleep overcomes you.

You look so peaceful. But how could that possibly be so, when you have a demon in your bed?

Once he is sure you are fast asleep, Gyutaro gets up and puts a layer of his kimono back on. Staring down at your helpless body sleeping under the silk sheets.

"Sister..." he rasps, "come out."

He hunches over and a beautiful woman with long white hair forms out of his back, quite literally crawling out of his skin.

"Yes brother?" she says obediently before she looks over at your sleeping form, "Oh, what do we have here?"

"Store this human in your obi," he demands, "I have plans for her..."

I want to thank @lilliumteaandbeez for educating me on the history of male courtesans in the entertainment district! Thank you so much for the help! ♡

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hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha · 1 month

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𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥.

Gyūtarō x Fem!Reader [Yandere]

Synopsis: She is of House Kyogoku and surprisingly her favourite. She's always calling her over and praising her for even the smallest things. However, one night, she is to meet the Oiran in her room but is met with someone new...

Warnings: Cannibalism, Possessive behaviour (duh), very little blood mention, Coddling, Stalking, Suffering :D

Notes: Believe it or not, this was supposed to be posted all the way back in December but I just kinda forgot about it. It is also a migration so that's why (I was too lazy to rephrase) but here we are now :D. Enjoy this one-shot of my favourite character to write after Hantengu. (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡ + I didn't proofread (⁠●⁠♡⁠∀⁠♡⁠)

Beautiful people annoy him.

They always have and will with the exception of his lovely younger sister. Beautiful people are privileged bastards who love to look down upon the ugly and unfortunate. Someone like him. They are selfish, cruel, barbaric, sometimes even evil. However, he makes it his job to put them in their place and remind them that they are not above him, not above a demon, an Upper Rank. He makes it obvious to especially the rich and beautiful, yes. They are beneath him, beneath someone as ugly as himself. Yet, with her... There was something about her he couldn't piece out. Why did he become so obsessed with her the moment he saw her? A human? A beautiful one no less. She's pathetic, mere cattle, so why did he want that one in particular? Was it her patient behaviour with Daki or the fact that she had a smile that made her shine like a star? Or was it her beauty? Maybe. Daki is the most beautiful girl in existence, that much he knows. No one can rival her, hell, even an average human man faints at the sight of her and he couldn't be more proud of that fact but... She was... something. He still believed that truly no one could be more beautiful than his beloved little sister but she was something else entirely. He could almost say her beauty rivalled hers and he hated that fact. Whatever the case for his infatuation with her may be, all he knew is that she was his. His favourite doll. And he would ensure that she would stay within his grasp forever.

"What do even see in her, brother?" The sound of his sister's irritated voice snapped him out of his train of thought. "She's average at best and she's a human too. We eat those, remember?" Daki could not see what he saw through her vanity and pride and he could not blame her. She is after all the most beautiful girl of the land. At the very least, she played nice with her just like he had requested of her. "Don't be so harsh, Daki. She is more beautiful than any of the courtesans you have working under your. Far more beautiful..." The taller demon croaked from the corner of the room. Whenever she spoke so ill of his doll, he couldn't help but feel offended and angry for her, but this was his sister, he couldn't just snap at her. But he couldn't let her speak so horribly of her either. "Take a look at the other human women. She is like a bright light among those dull and uninteresting women, which is a huge feat in itself, especially for a human." Daki couldn't answer because she knew he was right. She herself unknowingly felt a slight bit of fondness for her simply because of her beauty and the fact that her big brother Gyūtarō held a fondness for her too. Still, she couldn't help but think she was trying to outshine her and that won't do. "She's isn't as beautiful as you, that much is obvious, but she's on a certain level that makes her far better than the rest." She felt satisfied with his answer and huffed with pride before turning her head away.

"But of course she isn't as beautiful as me! I knew that!" Daki laughed in a vain manner as she walked away from the moonlight that shone into the room from the balcony to leave. "Ugh, anyways. I have a client to deal with today and yes, I'll make sure she's not taken for service." Daki added on as she held out her arm for Gyūtarō so he could be absorbed. Gyūtarō didn't say much and fused with his sister until it was just her as he would watch through her eyes for another night of her doing business. Daki had been called by the master so she could meet her client and needless to say, both she and Gyūtarō weren't impressed. Such a lowly, perverted man. Gyūtarō was getting angry at the man's mere presence and he didn't know why. It reminded him of something and it involved his little sister as well. Fortunately, before his temper could flare and add onto to Daki's, his favourite courtesan arrived. "Oh, what a beautiful one she is. Is she available for service?" And as quickly as his temper had disappeared, it reappeared. This lowlife of a human was asking for his favourite doll's service? The audacity especially from someone like him. Daki herself couldn't help but feel insulted that the human would want one of her more beautiful employees.

Nevertheless, she had to keep up impressions and play dollhouse for the time being. She could bring no shame to her so-called master after all. "Oh, yes. That is Y/N and she is is available for service." The demon smiled in a feigned manner as she 'proudly' presented one of her courtesans. Y/N certainly seemed to hold a bit of pride and Daki noticed. It disgusted and irritated her how such a beautiful human held so much pride and tried to show off for such an ugly one. Oh well, as long as she made money. All was going well, the client seemed to be very cooperative with the deals and whatnot until... Y/N tripped. The women fell and the tray she held slipped right of her hand. The scalding tea fell in the cups fell out and while Daki was quick to dodge, the human was not. He howled in pain at the scorching feeling while Daki fumed at the fact that a client was now likely to be discouraged from requesting any service from House Kyogoku. Gyūtarō on the other hand, was greatly amused by the man's pain. "Y/N! What is the meaning of this?!" Daki yelled furiously at the human woman. For a moment, she thought it was her fault until she just barely caught the foot of another courtesan quickly retreating from the woman's kimono.

She noticed how the poor woman tried to explain herself but to keep up appearances, she didn't allow her to continue. "I-I apologise, Oiran!I-I swear it wasn't—" "Silence! I don't want to hear it! We will be having a conversation in private tonight! And I want no excuses!" Daki had immediately sent her away to her room as she requested the younger girls to help assist her client while she tried to fix the damage that had been done. Thankfully, the human seemed to be one of the more eager bunch and accepted her apology with a smile. His request only got bolder but she could live with that, right now, she had two courtesans to confront. Once the man left, Daki was quick to ignore everyone and immediately headed up to her room to confront to await the courtesan. She disappeared from everyone's eyes like a ghost. No one heard or saw her entering her room and didn't even know she was there until she requested one of the girls to call Y/N.

The people of House Kyogoku always wondered how she did it and her answer was always the same. She doesn't know. They've all told her that Oiran Warabihime is a woman who is easily irritated and that the smallest mistakes irked her. That she's brutal and many of the prostitutes have committed ashinuke because of her, some even suicide! Yet, from Y/N's point of view, she can't believe that the woman they described is the same woman she see almost everyday. She's always so sweet and respectful, encouraging and thoughtful, nothing like what they described! Yet, today might be the day she see her true self after the accident that had occurred. As she walks towards the private quarters if the Oiran, anxious and worried, she wonders what she would do. How would she be punished? All the other prostitutes looked upon the poor woman with pity, even the master himself. Knowing how irritable the Oiran is, they fear for her safety and they also fear that her charm over the Oiran might've run out. After all, it was Y/N who would calm down the Oiran whenever she'd have her rage fits. The master would summon her to talk to the Oiran and it would always work without fail. All she would have to do is spend some time with her and usually it wasn't that bad either. Just some gossip and pleasant conversation.

Though, now, her luck has ran out. She now stands infront of the Oiran's room, waiting to be let in to receive her scolding and punishment. She would've knocked, however, the door slid open on its own revealing Oiran Warabihime's eerily dark room. The people of House Kyogoku never knew why her room was so dark and obscured, but none of them dared to ask in fear of her lashing out at them. Right now however, the room was pitch black. There was no light or even a lit candle visible, just pure darkness with the only source of light being that of the outside. With a gulp, Y/N slowly entered the room, a bead of sweat running down the side of her face. The door suddenly then slid closed which startled and confused her greatly. What was happening? She feared it may have been the vengeful spirits of the prostitutes that have committed suicide. "Hey..." But no, it wasn't that... That wasn't the Oiran. The woman didn't wait a moment longer and ran straight for the door, however— "Don't try running. You'll be back in my arms before you can even blink." She was suddenly in the man's arms and she didn't even notice until he spoke. The courtesan hyperventilated in fear. Who is this man? Why is he in the Oiran's room? She can't see a thing. "I've been watching you for a while, you know?" "W-Who are you...?" She wondered what this man was going to do to her, if he even was one to begin with. His voice sounded so raspy and hoarse, as if he hadn't drank water in years and his grip was so unnaturally strong. She thought her bones were going to break with how firm his grip is.

"Don't worry, you're not in trouble. I asked my sister to let you off the hook and thankfully, she agreed. She wasn't too angry at you anyways..." ["Sister?! What is he talking about?! There's no way Oiran Warabihime is related to this man!"] She thought even through all her fear. How could someone him be related to someone as well-respected as Oiran Warabihime? Did she even know he was here? Where even was the Oiran? Suddenly, the lights flickered on, dimly lighting up the room which revealed a tall malnourished male to the poor woman. He is tall, muscular on his upper body, but terribly skinny on his lower half. He has skin so pale that it appears grey and a blotting birthmark that spreads from the right side of his cheek just half-way across his face. His hair is partially tied up, with uneven bangs, and the ends are a lime green. His eyes, they're downturned and a sickly yellow... Not human. His teeth are crooked and sharp, but that's not the most eye-catching part. His irises, they have the kanji for "Upper Rank" and daiji for "Six" etched into them. This man is no human. "I'm sure you know by now that I'm not a human, which means you're not like all the other dumb humans I've eaten." She would've screamed for help, screamed out that there was a demon in the household, but in the blink of an eye, she was cut off.

He was behind the woman now, head pressed right next to hers and not letting out or taking in a single breath, as she how his calloused hands gripped her jaws shut. ["What does he want from me?"] The courtesan thought fearfully as her eyes welled up with tears. She thought that this is how she was going to die. "Don't scream, I won't hurt you. I just want to be with you. Oiran Warabihime will take care of the one who tripped you." The demon croaked, leaving the courtesan confused as to how he knew of the incident. Before she could even process any more thoughts. He wrapped his free arm around her waist as he then lifted her off the floor effortlessly and took her into his arms. "My name is Gyūtaro. Don't worry, doll. I'll keep you away from all those prying eyes. You won't have to worry about anything anymore, my sister will keep you away from any customers so you'll be all mine. Isn't that nice?" His yellow eyes stared deep into hers as if waiting for an answer, but she didn't. She couldn't answer, not when his hand is clenching her jaws shut. He then let go and waited intently, it almost seemed as if wanted her to be happy about the fact that she was going to be his. When she answered, it was in the heat of the moment. She really didn't mean what she said. Obviously she's not happy about the fact that some man-eating demon is obsessed with her and possessive over her. But, what hurts her even more is that the Oiran is part of this. She eats humans! And she worked with this monster!

"No..."

He wasn't surprised. Not in the slightest. "That's alright, I can wait. It's not like you'll be leaving anytime soon." And he can always make her a demon anyways, that way he won't lose her. She tried to struggle against his grasp, but failed so miserably that Gyūtarō was amused by it. Humans are so weak and pathetic, he couldn't help but chuckle softly. Her weak and plump muscles couldn't budge him in the slightest. "Quit squirming around, I won't hurt you. Not if you want me to..." He felt immediately how she froze in fear and had to force back a cruel laugh as he heard her heartbeat quicken. So easy to scare. Through all her clothing, Gyūtarō could feel her soft, delicate flesh, so supple and smooth. Her smell is divine and he assumed that her blood must be even better. "Please, let me go... I'm just here to meet the Oiran..." Daki was only nice to her because he had asked her to. His dear little sister, so kind enough to let her live for me. He couldn't be more grateful. "Oiran Warabihime is attending to some business elsewhere now. I'll be the one you'll be with for tonight." The demon chuckled lowly when he heard her breath hitch once more, her fear is so adorable to him. The smooth feeling of her kimono against his skin felt pleasant and her soft hand trying to pull his arm away even better. He almost laughed at her useless attempts. Almost.

"Stop struggling, little doll, it's futile. You won't be leaving me anytime soon." Gyūtarō grumbled, annoyed at the fact that she still persisted. His temper was quickly flaring at her attempts of trying to free herself and it took a lot of his self-control to not break her legs. "Please, let me go!" The fear in her voice amused him slightly and was the only thing preventing him from lashing out at her. Gyūtarō then turned her around, holding her face firmly so she could look into his eyes before he warned. "Your struggling won't get you anywhere, Y/N. I won't ever let you go and I suggest you remember that. If you try to escape, I will find you, drag you back and break your legs so you won't run again. Understood?" His pupils remained constricted as he waited for her to answer. She answered with a simple nod but Gyūtarō wasn't going to take that as an answer. He wanted to hear her beautiful voice, a voice he knew that sounded absolutely divine when singing. "Understood?" The demon repeated, this time in a firmer tone as the grip on her cheeks tightened a dangerous amount. "Y-Yes!" "Yes what?" "Y-Yes, Gyūtarō..." Her final answer satisfied the demon as he then let go of her face and relaxed his grip on her body. "Good. Don't you forget my name now..."

The rest of her night was awful. It was full of unwanted praise and touches, though, none inappropriate, they were directed at her face and the beauty it had and his compliments at her smooth, beautiful skin. Even as she was busy doing her tasks and served the customers she had for the night, she could feel his stare and how he practically almost undressed her by just looking. But, it wasn't enough for Gyūtarō. He wanted to see her better, even if the brothel had lights bright enough to make her entire frame visible, he wanted something better. The demon snatched her away when she neared Daki's room and in a the blink of an eye, he was atop the roof of the brothel with Y/N in his arms, standing under the moonlight and taking in every single detail his advanced eyes could. He held her so close, so tight, as if she would disappear from his arms at any moment. "You're very pretty, you know that?" His eyes took in every bit of her features, feasted upon her beauty like a hungry predator. It was awful.

At Daki's return, Gyūtarō was still fawning over the courtesan, praising her face and holding her in his arms with an uncomfortably tight grip. Of course, Daki, cared less for the woman and continued to play nice with her, barely ever losing her temper simply for Gyūtarō. She made an exception for only her, and continued being 'kind' to her, all while Y/N pretender to be fine. Whenever a customer would come for Y/N in particular, Gyūtarō would grow furious, and would seperate from Daki to follow the customer and Y/N. Before she could even get begin her services, Gyūtarō would come in, slash the customer down and proceed to pamper the courtesan with affection. She saw him kill the customers in the cruelest yet quickest ways possible, and it never improved.

Today, another customer came, requesting Y/N her services. Putting up a show and fake smiles, Daki—Oiran Warabihime agreed, gladly letting the customer pay and take Y/N for service. Meanwhile, Gyūtarō observed through his sister's eyes as Y/N was taken away. Once the customer left, Daki huffed, ordering the others around while she herself retreated to her room. "Brother." Gyūtarō revealed himself the second the doors to her soon slid closed. His sister saw how furious he was but simply dismissed his mood. Overtime, she noticed just how obsessed he had grown with the courtesan and would try to keep her off-limits for him. "At least let her do her duty, brother. These constant murders could easily lead back to us, you know?" Daki complained, rolling her eyes at the many obvious deaths that occurred when Y/N would be given out for service. "I know, I know, but she's mine! I'm not going to have any other man ogle her!" Daki sighed heavily but didn't try to stop him, only waving him off to attend to this business.

In the blink of an eye, Gyūtarō transported himself outside atop the roof, before observing the district and sniffing the air for her scent. It didn't take long before he managed to catch onto it before he quickly followed it as fast as he could, appearing merely as a blur or not appearing at all to those pathetic humans. He heard how the customer complimented her beauty, her body and all else. It pissed her off and all poor Y/N could do was smile and laugh in flattery as this human ogled her. He'd make it hurt extra for him. By the time Gyūtarō arrived at the designated area, they hadn't even arrived which brought the selfish demon much relief. ["I can just swoop in and kill him there, have her all to myself again..."] He quickly stalked the pair and waited for them to walk near a fairly desolate area. Once they did, he jumped down, startling them both in the process and Y/N of course, dreaded his presence but was too helpless to do anything. Before the man could get out a sound, Gyūtarō slashed him in half and quickly shielded Y/N from the blood splatter. She was sobbing at the sight, at the fact that she knew she'd never be free from this psychopath who seems to think of himself as her lover. "There, there, you're back with me now." The demon consoled her though clearly showed little care for what he did, her feelings and especially the man he had just slain. "Now, do me a favour and scream. You don't want to look like the bad guy now, do you?" She complied, but turned away from the corpse, as her demon stalker quickly retreated to the shadows, watching her intently with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Once she had caught the attention of the people, she began crying more and letting out whatever stress that was in her system as best as she could despite the demon being near. The people rushed over, asking many questions about what happened and what she saw. The courtesan didn't say anything and was eventually escorted back to her house, to where he would be waiting for her. Gyūtarō waited for her to arrive, and once she did, she was escorted to Daki's quarters. "Gyūtarō..." The poor courtesan gulped, hesitating to walk into the very room her demon stalker awaited her. "My beautiful Y/N, I've been waiting for you. Come here..." Gyūtarō wanted her in his arms again, wanted to feel her soft skin on his again. He craved her and he didn't understand why. He couldn't understand why not having her in his arms would drive him nearly mad but he didn't care. She was his and she was as perfect. She was his to admire and gaze upon in awe and desire, nobody else's. Y/N slowly stepped towards Gyūtarō, hesitating. The demon, however, had little patience as he then took her into his arms, trapping her in a caging embrace. "You did well, doll. As you always do..." He'd never let her leave, he'd be insane if he did. This courtesan was like no other human and Gyūtarō had decided that he wanted her, wanted to keep her as a pet of sorts, wanted to keep her as a sort of charm and she couldn't do a single thing because in the end, he was a demon over a century old that could easily kill her before she'd even realise and she was a mere human to him. Food. A beaut.

His favourite doll...

Fun fact: I used to to be a huge yandere writer before the smut began taking over and bet your ass I used the same damn context over and over again. I want to return to my roots and quite my yandere again and this time it will be beautiful.

Divider credits

The first green thing I can't describe

The star line

That white with green

Gradient + the other green

Lace (ling—)

#demon slayer #𝕾𝖕𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x y/n #upper moon 6 #gyutaro x reader #f!reader #daki #daki makes a few appearances #yandere #y/n #gyutaro

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