#kny gyuutaro
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turtle boy || gyutaro x pretty! reader
Gender neutral reader, 9.4k, modern high school au, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, tooth-rotting flu ff, reader is described as pretty/attractive, gyutaro is a nerdy delinquent, daki is a Mean Girl™, enemies to friends (daki), strangers to best friend’s brother to lovers (gyutaro)
Warnings: excessive cursing because teenagers, mentions of abuse and neglect, self-hatred on gyutaro’s part, sibling fights, VERY brief mention of suicide, daki is a bitch at the beginning but she gets better i swear
Notes: I took inspiration both from the Kimetsu Academy Tales’ take on modern high schoolers Gyutaro and Daki and from my own ideas and headcanons. I took a lot of liberties, especially with some of the other demon characters (like the fact that I made Douma the pretty popular boy that everyone simps over) and their personal interests (daki is a cheerleader and gyutaro had a wild kratts phase. I will die on this hill). I also switch between using Daki/Ume throughout the fic depending on whose POV is mainly in the scene, but mostly I refer to her as Daki.
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Daki had been more than a little vocal about her not wanting to go to her junior orientation, but Gyutaro, being the responsible older brother that he is, hauled her there at 9 am anyways. Whenever she’d begin whining and hitting his back from where she sat on the motorcycle behind him, complaining about how badly she didn’t want to go, he’d just twist the throttle and drown out her voice.
She was still complaining by the time he pulled into the school’s parking lot, groaning and moaning in an e fort to be as annoying as possible as he undid the straps to her helmet and stuck it into the back compartment of his bike.
“I don’t want to gooooo,” she said, and he wouldn’t put it past her to throw a temper tantrum.
“You’re going,” he said. “I missed my junior orientation, and I was totally lost when school started.”
She furrowed her brows. “Yeah, but you dropped out, so why would that matter?”
He grit his teeth. Dropout. He never liked calling himself that, the words leaving a bitter taste on his tongue, but to be fair, that’s what he was. A high school dropout.
“It matters because you’re not going to drop out,” he said, giving her a stern glare. She stuck her tongue out at him. Childish. “Watch me.”
“If you do, I’ll kick your ass.”
“And I’ll call child protective services.”
He groaned. “Jesus, just go to the orientation, will you?”
“Fiiiine,” she drawled, beginning to prattle on about how it’s totally useless anyways. But Gyutaro tuned her out when he spotted what had to be the most gorgeous person he’d ever seen from across the campus.
You walked calmly, holding an air of confidence that Gyutaro could never have had himself. You were hypnotizing; he couldn’t bring himself to look away. You glanced over your shoulder, and brie ly, your eyes met. Gyutaro’s heart skipped a beat.
“Oi, brother, stop staring.” Daki snapped him out of his stupor with a smack to the back of his head. “You look like a perv.”
“Do not,” he grumbled. “Th ey’re just... attractive, y’know? S’not weird.”
“Who are you even looking at?” She asked, and Gyutaro nodded his head in your direction. Her eyes widened for a split second upon taking in your appearance, before pulling her face into a scowl. “Th ey’re okay, I guess. I’m still prettier.”
Gyutaro looked between you and Daki. “I dunno, they’re giving you a run for your money.”
She smacked him on his head again, and he snickered. “Who even is that kid, anyways?” he asked, glancing in your direction once more.
“I don’t know. Never seen ‘em before.” Daki shrugged. “By the looks of it, they’re probably in my year.”
Gyutaro’s interest notably piqued at this, and Daki glared at him. “Fucking perv.”
“Am not,” he argued, buckling back on his helmet and lipping o f the kickstand a ter Daki had dismounted. “Now go. Be good. You’d better not get into trouble before school even starts.”
He twisted the throttle and zoomed out of the parking lot. Over his shoulder, he could see the vague outline of Daki giving him the finger as he rode o f.
As he rode back to his apartment, he couldn’t keep his thoughts from wandering to you. You, with your pretty face and confident walk and... No, he was getting ahead of himself. You’re miles out of his league, and the quicker he can get that in his head, the happier everyone will end up being.
Still, a little voice in his head told him, a guy can dream, right?
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“Turtles, turtles, turtles.... where’s the part about turtles...,” you muttered to yourself, lipping through the pages of the he ty encyclopedia you’d pulled from the library shelf. You sat down at one of the lone tables in the public library, pulling your notebook and pencils from your bag. All for a biology presentation you totally hadn’t waited to do until the last minute.
Unbeknownst to you, Gyutaro was watching you from across the room. He was wide-eyed and staring, like a deer caught in the headlights and unable to blink or move away.
It was you. at stupidly pretty person he’d spotted from across the courtyard when he want to drop o f Daki two weeks ago. The one he couldn’t stop thinking about (in a totally-not-weird-way), the one who he really didn’t expect to run into when he was going to return the books he’d borrowed the previous week. In the back of his mind, he’d hoped he might run into you again, and that next time he did, maybe he would be able to stop himself from staring at you like a creep
Yeah, that didn’t work out well.
Without thinking, his feet began to carry himself over to you. Not close enough to be weird, just.... to get a better view, that’s all. Yeah. Totally not creepy.
You gave a little “Aha!” sound as you lipped to a page of a large photograph of a green, stubby shelled animal. “Finally, I was starting to think this book didn’t even have turtles,”
“ That’s not a turtle.” the words slipped out of Gyutaro’s mouth before he could stop them, and at once he slapped his hands over his mouth in horror.
You looked up at him, and he wanted to do nothing more than run away and hide in some dark, dank corner where he belongs. He hadn’t meant for you to see him—he was used to people cringing away at his monstrous appearance, and he knew it’d hurt even more if you did it.
Your eyes widened for a split second, and then... You cocked your head. No cringing, no grimace, you were almost looking at him like he was normal.
“What do you mean it’s not a turtle?” You asked.
God, he wanted to run away so bad. But he steeled himself in place and grit his teeth; he dug this hole for himself, and now he has to follow through. In for a penny, in for a pound, as they say.
“ That’s Testudo kleinmanni,” he said, trying with all his might to keep his voice from cracking. “Or, more commonly called the Egyptian tortoise. I-it’s technically a turtle, since it’s in the order Testudines, but for sake of specificity, it’d be better described as a tortoise.” He couldn’t stop himself, now; the words came tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. Awkwardly, he leaned down to point at the picture. “See how its shell is more concave and juts upwards? at’s a tortoise’s distinction, since turtle shells are more flat and smooth. Also, tortoises are exclusively terrestrial animals, while turtles are semi-aquatic.”
Well, shit. Whatever sliver of a chance he thought he might’ve had with you just disappeared into thin air, all because he couldn’t keep his nerdy, know-it-all mouth shut. He fucked up, and he knew it—if it wasn’t for the fact that he wanted to maintain a shred of dignity, he definitely would have hightailed it out of the library in a second.
“Huh,” you said, looking at the picture. He was waiting for you to slap him, curse him out—any number of things that he probably deserved for not being able to keep his smartass thoughts to himself. “ That’s really interesting, actually. I didn’t know that.”
...What.
“Do you think you could find the section on turtles?” You continued, o ffering him the encyclopedia. “ The aquatic ones, I mean. I swear, I’ve been going through this for half an hour, but still, nothing.”
“Um.” You can’t be serious. Not only are you not upset, but you’re asking him to talk more? “Yeah. Sure.”
Against his better judgment, he took the seat next to you, scooting as close to the opposite edge as possible so as to not accidentally touch you. He couldn’t imagine what he’d do then.
“You checked the index, right?” He asked, taking the book from your hands and lipping to the back.
“...I did not.” You rubbed the back of your head sheepishly. “Wow, and here I thought I couldn’t look any more stupid, huh?”
Gyutaro cracked a smile. What gods took favor in you and gi ted you good looks and a sense of humor? It felt unreal.
He got to the T section of the index and pointed. “Here. Testudine, order. at’s the order that all turtles are in. It looks like you were looking at family Testudinidae, so if we backtrack and look at family Cheloniidae instead...” He flipped back to the section you were in, then a little further before. He stopped at a picture of a green sea turtle. “Voila. Sea turtles. These were more on the lines of what you were looking for, yeah?”
You were staring at him, wide eyed, and he swallowed. Had he fucked up again?
“Wow. I didn’t understand half of what you were saying, but either way, thanks.” You smiled at him then, and he felt his face heat up like a copper pan on a gas stove. “ This is exactly what I was trying to find.”
“N-no problem,” he replied, internally cursing himself for his awkwardness. Every bit of his instinct told him to run away before he could ruin whatever the hell this was.
You cocked your head at him. “I feel like I’ve seen you before... What was your name, again?”
Th is time his instincts won out. He shot up from his chair and bolted out of the library, not slowing down until he was a block away to where he’d parked his motorcycle. He held his head in his hands and groaned, cursing himself.
Hopefully, you’d forget him easily enough, and if all goes well, you’ll never see each other again.
Th at was what he wanted to hope for, anyways. Th ere was still this ache in his gut that urged him to go back, apologize for being so weird and awkward, and introduce himself.
Yeah. Like hell he will.
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When Daki came home a ter school, she slammed the door so hard that the whole house shook from its force. Gyutaro jumped and looked over from where he was perched on the couch, watching anime. When he saw her, he realized she was nothing short of fuming.
“ That bitch!” She shrieked, kicking o f her shoes and stomping over to him. She braced her hands on the edge of the couch, looking down at him. “ That boy-stealing, cock-sucking bitch!”
“ Those are some, uh, interesting choice words you got there,” he said. “What happened?
She hu ffed, and hopped over the side of the couch to plop down next to him. “ This bitch is trying to steal Douma!”
Gyutaro blinked. “Douma as in pretty-boy-Douma? And what do you mean, steal him?”
“From me!” She said, pointing to her chest. “ is was finally gonna be my year to get with him, and that bitch fucking ruined it!”
He blinked. “Since when do you have a thing for Douma?” He asked, thoroughly confused.
“Since, like, forever,” she said. “Don’t you remember?”
Gyutaro definitely didn’t remember, but for the sake of pleasing his sister, he nodded along like he knew what she was talking about. Daki groaned, and yanked the pillow out from behind her so she could bury her face into it. Gyutaro sighed. Sure, his sister was always prone to the dramatics, but she was still upset, so it was his duty to help her out.
“Alright, who is it?” He asked. “Do you need me to beat ‘em up?”
She sni ffed, looking up from behind the pillow. “Please?”
“Sure thing,” he smiled so tly. “Now, who is it?”
“Th e new kid,” she said. “Th e one you were staring at the other day, remember?”
Gyutaro freezed. “...You’re sure it’s them?”
She nodded frantically, eyes burning. “Positive. I saw them flirting with Douma with my own eyes!”
His gut clenched. He wasn’t sure what he hated more; the fact that his sister now apparently hated you, or the fact that you were most-likely taken. Either way, it made his chest hurt, and he didn’t like it.
“Maybe it’s just a misunderstanding,” Gyutaro reasoned, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice so as not to give himself away. “ They looked, uh, nice, I thought.”
“Nice?” She sco ffed. “Gyu, don’t give me that shit. They’re just a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and you know it.”
No. He didn’t know it. And he really, really didn’t want to believe her. You’d seemed so sweet when he met you at the library, this just doesn’t make any sense.
Gyutaro was at a crossroads. He had to choose between believing in the goodness of a person he’s met, or take his sister’s word that they’re nothing like they seem. They both seemed wrong and right at the same time.
In the end, like he always had, he chose his sister.
“Th at sounds horrible,” Gyu said.
Daki cocked her head. “Well, are you gonna beat them up or what?”
He hesitated. “I didn’t mean that literally, Ume. My delinquent days are behind me. I’ve had enough scrapes with the law as it is.”
She groaned, tossing her head back and getting up. “Fine. Be that way. Don’t help me,” she retorted as she stormed upstairs to her room.
Gyutaro massaged the bridge of his nose. He was bound to be in the wrong either way, huh?
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For the next two weeks, all he heard from Daki was the sins of this ‘new kid’ that she’d grown to hate even more with every passing day. Did he like listening to it? Not really, but he had to be a supportive older brother.
When Daki came home that a ternoon, she burst through the door, making Gyutaro glance up from the instant ramen he was eating. She had a wild grin on her face.
“Brother!” She exclaimed. “You’ll never guess what happened!”
He finished slurping up a bite of noodles and swallowed. “Did it have to do with the new kid?”
“Well, duh, it had to do with the new kid,” she said, tossing her book bag on the table and sitting down across from him. “But this time was di fferent.”
Gyutaro leaned forward and set his chin on his hand, vaguely bored as Daki started her story.
“Okay, so it all started at lunch, right?” She said. “I was shit talking the new kid to all my friends-“
“As per usual.”
Daki shot him a glare. “Let me finish. I was shit talking the new kid and they overheard me, right as I was talking about how they were a boy-stealing, bitch-faced slut. And, like, if I was them, I totally would’ve squared up, right there. But they didn’t say shit! They just kinda looked at me with this hurt expression-“
“Well yeah, you were literally shit talking them.”
She hu ffed. “As I was saying, they looked all hurt and stu f, and walked away like some hurt puppy or some shit. But I totally didn’t feel bad. I mean, I’m the victim here!” Gyutaro wordlessly nodded his head and hummed, trying not to roll his eyes.
“But. But!” She leaned forward, grinning with her eyes alight. “Later, I was walking through the halls and overheard them talking with Douma. Not just talking, oh no—they were straight up rejecting him!”
Th is made Gyutaro’s ears perk up. “Oh?”
“Right?!” She exclaimed. “ They said something about, like, him not being their type or whatever, so they should just stay friends. A stone-cold-bitch move, if you ask me.”
Gyutaro didn’t know if he should be relieved or disappointed by this information. On one hand, he was relieved that you didn’t have feelings for Douma, or anyone as far as he knew. But on the other hand, if a guy as good-looking as Douma wasn’t good enough for you, there was no way he had even a sliver of chance.
Daki noticed Gyutaro’s focus had started to wander, and she snapped her fingers to get his attention. “Hey! I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.”
Gyutaro reclined back in his chair, cocking his head with interest even though the pang in his heart was nearly unbearable. “Which would be...?”
“A fter they totally le t him in the dust all sad and heartbroken,” the pang in Gyutaro’s heart twisted, “Guess who gave him a shoulder to cry on?”
“Hm... Let me think...” He tapped his chin. “Was it you?”
“It was me!” She all but shrieked, and proceeded to run and throw herself onto the couch, stu fing a pillow in her face and screaming with her legs kicking back and forth in the air. “Oh my god, it was me! It was so romantic, too! Like, right out of a movie kind of romantic! And oh my god, Gyu, you will not believe how good he smells-“
Gyutaro tuned out his sister’s rambling about how perfect Douma was, setting out to finish his now-cold ramen and try his best to look apathetic.
When Daki’s screams had died down enough for her to talk, she poked her head up, and looked at her brother, still grinning. “Oh, also, the new kid? They’re coming over tomorrow.”
Gyutaro nearly choked on his noodles.
“ They’re what?” He coughed, wiping at the noodle splatters on his mouth.
“Coming over tomorrow.” Daki got up and skipped over to where he sat. “Since it’s a Friday, they might stay the night, too.”
“Stay the night?!”
She nodded eagerly. “Yup! A ter that whole thing in the hallway, I went up to them to apologize for all the shit-talking I did. I mean, they totally did me a solid with that little stunt! And then we kept talking, and it turns out we have, like, a ton in common. So now we’re besties!”
Gyutaro’s heart was pounding as he tried to wrap his head around all of this. She’d hated your guts just the day before. Was she really able to change her tune this quickly? And you were okay with that, enough so to come over to their apartment a fter being friends for a day?
Oh, shit, he thought, dread washing over him at this realization. You were going to come to their apartment. His apartment, technically, as he paid the rent, but that only makes it worse. You’ll see how broken his family is, the shithole of a house they live in, just how useless of a parent figure he is. All of the things that he’d tried so hard to bury away since he got to high school. He looked around, and the dread only mounted more; this place was ugly, falling apart, filthy-
He stood up suddenly. Filthy. He couldn’t help how poorly-made the apartment was, but he could control how clean it was.
“Brother?” Daki asked as he began to walk away. “Where are you going?”
“I’m gonna clean,” he replied. “If your friend’s coming over, I at least don’t want our place to look like a shithole.”
Daki frowned. “But it is a shithole.”
“Not for long,” he answered, beginning to pull various cleaning supplies out of the closet. “Not if I can help it.”
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Gyutaro bounced his leg. He twiddled with his fingers, anxiously glancing at the clock every few seconds. He was sweaty. His heart kept pounding like he was running a marathon, no matter how hard he tried to calm it down.
His manager had let him leave early (thank god she pitied his poor little life) so he’d be home before you got there. He wanted to make sure nothing was out of place—first impressions were everything
4:56 PM. Four minutes until you arrived.
Daki took a crunching bite out of her apple, looking at her brother quizzically from where she stood in the kitchen. “You good, brother? I know you’re not good around people, but it’s just one person. They’ll only see you for a second, anyway.”
“I’m fine,” he said, sounding harsher than he meant to. He took a deep breath, and tried again with a sof ter tone. “I’m fine. Really.”
She shrugged. “Whatever you say, bro.”
He checked the clock. 4:57. Three minutes until you arrived.
The doorbell rang.
Fuck, you were here early!
Daki took one last bite out of her apple, quickly chewing and swallowing before skipping over to the door and opening it with a cheery “Hi!”
He heard you greet her and come inside, closing the door behind you. He didn’t look up. He didn’t know if he could. Maybe if he sat still long enough, you wouldn’t notice him. Or at least not try to talk to him.
“Wow,” he heard you say. “Your place is... really clean. Like, super clean.” Gyutaro’s heart swelled a bit. His hours of work weren’t for nothing a ter all.
“Yup!” Daki nodded. “ That’s all my older brother’s doing. He was nervous about having a guest, so he power-washed this place from top to bottom.”
Dammit Ume! is This not the time! He thought furiously to himself, heart beating even faster. As much as he adored her having pride in him, he wanted nothing more than to disappear. As long as they don’t notice me, he thought, I should be fine-
“He’s right here!” Daki chirped, louncing over to the couch and tapping his shoulder. “Oi, brother, say hi!”
God fucking dammit, Ume.
Begrudgingly, he turned his head around, o fering a smile that he hoped didn’t look too much like a grimace. Maybe you don’t remember him...?
Upon seeing him, your eyes lit up with recognition. “Oh my god, Daki, you didn’t tell me your brother was Turtle Boy!”
Fuck.
Daki raised a brow. “Huh? Turtle Boy?”
You nodded, now excited. “Yeah! We ran into each other last week at the library, and he helped me research for a biology project, because apparently I know nothing about turtles.”
This is just getting worse by the minute, Gyutaro thought.
Daki barked out a laugh and covered her mouth. “Oh my god, do not get me started on this one and turtles. Throughout all of middle school the only thing he wanted was a pet turtle. Like, he was obsessed with them. He had posters, books, bedsheets...” she turned to him. “You probably still have all your Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle DVDs, right?”
At that moment, it occurred to Gyutaro that curling up in a hole and passing away sounded like a wonderful idea.
You giggled. It was music to Gyutaro’s ears. “Yeah, that definitely explains a lot,” you said. You turned to him. “Are you looking to study them in college? Turtles, I mean. I think you’d make a great biologist.”
Daki burst out laughing. “College?” She wheezed. “Dude, my brother’s a high school dropout. It’d be a miracle and a half if he went to college.”
Gyutaro’s ears burned and he felt himself shrinking in on himself. Daki just couldn’t keep her big mouth shut, could she? He fixed his eyes on the ground, not daring to look up and see what kind of horribly pitiful expression you were looking at him with.
Daki’s laughter died down, and she gestured for you to follow her. “C’mon, let me show you around.” For once, Gyutaro was grateful his sister couldn’t stay on one topic for the life of her. You nodded, and followed as Daki led you down the hall to her room.
As soon as you were out of earshot, Gyutaro let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and slumped into the couch.
So much for first impressions.
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The evening went by quickly, and soon it was dark. A fter you and Daki had finished watching your movie, she pranced out to the kitchen with you in tow. Gyutaro hadn’t moved from where he sat on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through Netflix shows that looked interesting but he knew he was never going to watch.
“So,” Daki munched on a chip from the bag in her hand. “D’you wanna start getting ready for bed soon?”
You gave her an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I can’t stay the night. I have to get up early for work tomorrow.” You checked the time on your phone. “My ride’s gonna come by soon, actually.”
Gyutaro couldn’t tell if he was relieved or disappointed. Sure, if you stayed over he probably wouldn’t be able to get a wink of sleep, but in a way, he was kind of looking forward to it.
Daki hu ffed, pu fing her cheeks out and pouting. “Aw, man! That’s no fun.”
“I know, sorry,” you said sheepishly. “We could do this again sometime, though.”
At once her expression shi ted into one of excitement. “Yes! And we’ll actually have a sleepover this time.”
Daki’s phone rang. She set her chips on the counter and pulled the buzzing device out of her pocket, confused, but her eyes widened as she saw who was calling her.
“Eep! It’s Douma! I’ve gotta take it, I’ll be just a few minutes!”
You nodded in understanding, and she all but ran into the other room. Vaguely, you could hear her cheery ‘Hey, Douma! What’s up?’ from down the hall as she answered.
It was quiet. Almost uncomfortably so. With the way the room was laid out, the back of the couch faced the kitchen, so Gyutaro knew the most you could see of him was the back of his head. It put him a little bit at ease, and half of him hoped you’d ignore him until Daki got of f the phone. He didn’t know how much more he could take of the intense heat of your gaze.
He jumped when you sat down on the couch next to him.
“Sorry,” you said, giving him another one of those apologetic smiles. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“S’fine,” he said, unable to meet your eye. He continued scrolling through Net flix, going up to his ‘recently watched.’
You pointed at the screen. “You watch th e Blue Planet?” You chuckled to yourself. “Well, I suppose I’m not exactly surprised.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I’ve, uh, finished it, actually...”
You giggled and Gyutaro internally kicked himself. Did he want you to see him as an even bigger loser than you already did?
You seemed to notice his lushed cheeks, and tilted your head. “Hey, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s a good show.”
“Yeah,” he said, and that was all he could say. He didn’t want to open his mouth and make a fool of himself again.
It was silent for a while. And then; “Why’d you drop out?”
Th e sudden question made Gyutaro freeze up, and he slowly turned to look at you. Upon seeing his expression, you o ffered a sheepish smile and looked down.
“Sorry, that was pretty intrusive,” you said, scratching the back of your head. “You can forget I asked.”
“It’s fine,” Gyutaro answered almost too quickly, desperate to stay in conversation with you to avoid the awkward silence from before. “It’s not a big deal. A part-time job just wasn’t making enough to take care of my sister and I. Th at’s all there is to it.”
“Oh.” You were quiet for a moment, chewing the inside of your mouth. “...So you two have been on your own for a while now, huh?”
He shrugged. “More or less. I got emancipated as soon as I turned 16, and took Ume with me, so it’s been about... two years now?”
“ That’s... a long time,” you said. Gyutaro grit his teeth; he could feel it, you were starting to pity him. “So for the past two years, you’ve done... all of this?” you gestured around you.
Gyutaro chuckled hal fheartedly. “Yeah. Pretty sad, right?”
“No,” you replied immediately, which made him raise his brows. “I think it’s amazing.”
His heart leapt to his throat and for a moment, Gyutaro forgot how to breathe. He was about to say something when Daki came prancing back into the room.
“Sorry to keep you so long,” she said, pocketing her phone. She looked at you. “Is your ride here, yet?
You shook your head and pulled out your phone, opening your messages. “No, not yet. I haven’t... Oh, well shit.”
“What’s wrong?” she asked, going up to you and peering over your shoulder.
“My ride home,” you grumbled, “can’t make it. Car trouble, or something like that.”
Daki’s brow furrowed. “Shit, what are you gonna do? Should we call you an Uber, or something?”
“Nah, too expensive,” you said. “I can probably just walk. It’s only a mile or so.”
“No way!” Daki exclaimed. “I am not letting you walk home alone in the dark.”
You waved her o f. “I’ll be fine.”
“Absolutely not,” she stated. Her eyes then suddenly lit up with a new idea. “Wait, why don’t we just have Gyutaro take you home?”
Gyutaro tensed at the sound of his name, a jolt of sudden fear shooting up his spine. You continued to wave her o f. “No, I couldn’t. I’ll be fine, really.”
She hu ffed, crossing her arms and turning to her brother. “C’mon, Gyu, you’ll take them home, right?”
“Sure,” he said, hoping his face wasn’t too obviously red. “You can, uh, borrow Ume’s helmet, I guess.”
“Brother only has a motorcycle,” Daki explained as you nodded along. “He’s a really good driver, though, so don’t be worried!”
You smiled so tly. “I’m not.”
Gyutaro’s heart swelled. Awkwardly, he stood up, and gestured to the door. “Are we gonna head out now, or...?”
You nodded, and the two siblings made quick work of getting you set up. Soon enough, you were strapping on Daki’s bright pink helmet and straddling the back seat of the rumbling motorcycle.
Gyutaro looked back at you, the visor to his full-face helmet lipped up and voice slightly mu ted. “You ready?”
You gave him a thumbs up, and he flipped his visor back down before launching the bike forward.
“Bye-bye!” Daki shouted from the porch as you sped o f.
Your arms had been at your side, but af ter the sudden movement, you instinctively pressed forward to wrap your arms around Gyutaro’s waist and hold tight. His waist was incredibly small, you noted—even with your arms around him you could grab onto each of your elbows if you so desire. You could also clearly feel the back of his spine and ribs as they pressed into your chest.
Gyutaro, as self-conscious as he was, was hyper-aware of how close you were, how there was no hiding his scrawny little body beneath clothes from you anymore. His neck heated up with embarrassment, and he sped up a bit in an ef fort to distract himself.
Clueless to his distressed inner being, you decided to be bold and experiment a little, and pulled in closer. Th is had gone beyond simply holding onto him for support—you wanted to know what it felt like to really hold him.
And to your surprise, it felt good.
The drive must have only lasted a few minutes, but it felt even shorter than that to you with how quickly you found yourself having to pull yourself o f of Gyutaro and hop o f the motorcycle. He shut the bike o f, and nodded his head towards the house.
“Th is you?” He asked, to which you nodded. He put up the kickstand and hopped o f, holding out his hand. You took o f your helmet and passed it to him, and he tucked it into the bike’s back compartment.
“Th anks,” you said. “I really appreciate it.” He shrugged. “It’s not a problem.”
“Well... goodnight,” you said, turning on your heel to head to your door. A ter a few steps, you stopped, whipping back around. “Wait, before I forget!”
He cocked his head. You rushed back up to him, holding out the glowing screen of your phone. He was still confused.
“Y’know, just to keep in contact,” you said, and then it clicked. You wanted his number.
Why the fuck would you want his number?
“Uh,” he wasn’t sure what to do; this had never happened before. “Sure.”
Hesitantly, as if you were about to yank it away any second, he took your phone and typed in his number. Gyutaro was incredibly glad that the visor to his full-face helmet was down—otherwise you’d surely see his sweaty, beet-red face.
“What should I put my contact as?” he asked.
“How about... Turtle Boy?” You grinned. The heat in Gyutaro’s face rose even further.
He handed you back your phone, and you bid each other goodnight. During his ride home, he couldn’t stop thinking about how you weren’t repulsed by his appearance, or judgemental of his financial situation, or pitying his home life. For Gyutaro, this very well might have been a first.
You just treated him normally. It was one of the best feelings he’s ever had.
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Gyutaro was on break at work, scrolling through his phone, when it suddenly buzzed with a message alert. He tapped on it, and his heart sped up just the tiniest bit when he saw it was from you.
New Kid: hey hey gyu
New Kid: are you free tonight?
He was confused. at was the kind of question you ask someone if you want to spend time with them. Surely that couldn’t be what you’d meant. He swi tly texted back.
Turtle Boy: Yeah, why?
New Kid: well i was gonna see that new psychological horror movie with daki, but she ditched me for douma >:(
Gyutaro’s brow furrowed.
Turtle Boy: And what does this have to do with me?
New Kid: i’m asking if you wanna come see it with me instead, stupid
New Kid: i really wanna see it but i’ll look like a total loser if i go alone
Gyutaro’s heart pounded. You were asking him out. Well, no, not ‘asking him out’ in the allusion sense of the phrase, but you were asking if he wanted to go out somewhere. With you. It wasn’t a date. But, well, it wasn’t quite not a date, either.
He shook his head. He couldn’t get himself too caught up in overthinking it, so he went ahead and texted back.
Turtle Boy: Sure, that sounds fun
Shit, did that sound casual enough?
Turtle Boy: How much are the tickets?
New Kid: oh don’t worry about that, i’ll cover you!!
New Kid: you’re basically saving me soooo
His eyes widened. You were... paying for him? Why are you paying for him? That’s the kind of thing you’d do if you were, well... taking someone on a date.
He shook his head, remembering the last time you’d been at his apartment. You’d heard his financial situation loud and clear; you were just pitying him. You probably o ffered to pay because you didn’t think he could himself.
An ugly knot twisted in his stomach at the thought, and without thinking it through, typed out a reply.
Turtle Boy: Actually, I think I might stay in tonight. I want to make sure my sister’s home in time.
New Kid: oh okay!! we can always do it sometime else
Gyutaro felt like throwing his phone across the room. Had he seriously just lied to reject an invitation to the movies—something he had quite literally never received before—from you, the only person he’d actually ever want to see a movie with. He smacked his hand on his face. He felt like the biggest idiot in the world.
‘Sometime else...,’ you had said. So maybe Gyutaro didn’t totally sink the ship. Maybe there really would be another time when you’d want to go to the movies with him. Alone.
He stu ffed his phone in his pocket, knowing damn well that if an opportunity like this ever did arise again, he’d just fuck it up, like he always seemed to do.
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“I can’t fucking believe you!” Daki shouted, seething with rage. “It’s Friday night, why can’t I go to Enmu’s party?!”
“Because Enmu’s a perverted douchebag, that’s why,” Gyutaro spat. “You’re not going, end of discussion.”
“You’re not the boss of me!”
Gyutaro’s eyes narrowed. “Actually, I am. I’m your legal guardian, actually, so yeah, I am the boss of you.”
She groaned in exasperation, clutching her face. “You’re not being fair!”
“How is it unfair that I don’t want you out at night when a bunch of good-for-nothing teenagers are out on the streets, drowning themselves in cheap tequila?”
“‘Good-for-nothing?’ Hah! You’re one to talk,” She said. “Just because you’re jealous that you never get invited to anywhere because you’re such a weird fucking freak doesn’t mean you get to take it out on me!”
Gyutaro stood up. “Watch it, Ume.”
“My name is Daki!” She screeched. “Can’t you get that through your thick fucking skull?! It’s not my fault that you’re so socially inept you can hardly handle any kind of interaction. Hell, even watching you say hi to (Name) is painful!”
“Don’t bring them into this,” he growled.
“What? Upset that I found out about your little crush?” She taunted. “God, you’re so obvious it hurts. Like you’ll ever have a chance with them. And you know what?” She suddenly got this evil little glint in her eye that made Gyutaro’s gut fill with dread. “I’m gonna do you a favor and tell them right now.”
She shot up the stairs to her room, and Gyutaro stared, shellshocked, before tripping over himself to race a fter her.
“Ume, don’t you fucking dare!” He shouted up the stairs as he chased her. “Ume! I’m serious!”
“And I’m Daki!”
He was out of breath, ravaged from his sudden burst of energy by the time he stopped at her door, watching and gasping in horror as she dangled her phone in her hands, grinning mockingly.
“Ume,” Gyutaro said, voice low and even. “Put the phone down.”
“Hm... How about... no?” She chirped, before pressing a button on the screen, the action followed by the telltale sound of a text message being delivered.
“You bitch!” Gyutaro had all but lost it at this point, seeing nothing but red. He snatched the phone from her hands and sent it clattering down the hall, screen shattering instantly. Daki let out a little yelp in surprise. “Why would you do this? Why the fuck would you do this to me?! I gave you everything. I dropped out of school so I could take care of you. I work overtime every other week to pay for your meals and your stupid fancy fucking clothes that you’re so hellbent on getting. I don’t have friends. I don’t have a fucking life because of you. And you’re still set on ruining the one thing that I actually had a chance with? The one time I get to be a normal fucking teenager and not a surrogate parent?”
Daki’s face was pale and her eyes were wide with fear, and quickly welling with tears. “Brother, I-”
“Don’t you think I know?” He shouted. “Don’t you think I know I don’t have a chance with them? That I never did? I know I’m ugly. I know I’m a fucking loser. But they never-” his voice broke suddenly, and he fell to his knees with a heavy thud. “... they never made me feel that way.”
His throat hurt as he tried to speak, tears spilling over when he screwed his eyes shut. “I don’t care if they’d never even think about dating me. Being their friend was enough. They made me happy. And now it’s gone, there’s no way they’ll ever look at me the same. People like me aren’t meant to find love, but-” he bit back a sob, choking. “...But I think I got pretty damn close.”
He wiped at the tears and snot his face, not caring that he was crying like a newborn baby. Hesitantly, Daki crouched down, her own mascara-tinted tears dripping down her chin. At once, she threw herself onto him and squeezed, almost knocking him over in the process.
“Brother, I’m sorry!” She sobbed. “I-I didn’t know you felt that way. I didn’t mean anything I said, I was just upset. I didn’t think... I didn’t think telling them would actually matter...” She buried her face in his chest. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I make your life so di ficult. I’ll stop buying clothes! I can stay in at night! Please, brother... please don’t hate me...”
The white-hot anger in Gyutaro’s chest had long fizzled out, and now he just felt cold, hollow, and so, so vulnerable. He put his hand up to the back of her head with a sad smile. “I don’t hate you, U- Daki. I don’t hate you. I was upset, too. I didn’t mean any of it. You’re not a burden. You can keep buying your clothes and going to your parties. You’re my pride and joy, my little sister. And this doesn’t change that.”
He gently petted her hair as she wept, clutching his shirt in her fist so tightly like it was a lifeline.
“I’m sorry,” she cried, voice weak. “I’m so sorry.”
“I know, little one,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to her head. “I know.” .
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Daki wasn’t at school today.
Th at was the first thing you’d realized that morning when you’d gotten to school. Usually, Gyutaro took extra care to drop her o f early, so she’d never even be a second late for her first class. Most of the time, she’d end up being late of her own volition, though. Oh, well. There’s only so much her older brother could do, you suppose.
Her older brother... Last night, you’d received an especially strange text from Daki. ‘fun fact, Gyutaro has a huge crush on you,’ she’d said, words that made your heart clench with giddiness.
Sure, you had an inkling that her brother harbored feelings for you; he was hardly subtle. Though his awkward demeanor and lack of subtlety only added to his charm, in your opinion. But still, it was nice to have confirmation before you made any real moves on him.
But when you’d replied to her, she didn’t respond. You’d assumed that she was busy snapchatting Douma, so you waited and checked again a ter a half an hour. Still, nothing. So then you’d decided that you’d just confront her at school tomorrow morning and get the whole thing straightened out—and then she wasn’t there.
Af ter your second period had ended and Daki still didn’t show up, you were getting a little worried, and decided to text her brother. Sure, there was a lot to be talked about between you and him, but right now, Daki was both of your priorities.
‘Hey, is Daki sick or smth?? She’s not at school and she hasn’t responded to me,’ you finished typing out the message and hit send.
Only to be greeted with a red exclamation mark and the words ‘not delivered.’
...Okay, weird. You didn’t have the best service in the classroom, but usually your texts still go through. You tried to send it again, and still, not delivered.
He wouldn’t block me, right? You thought nervously to yourself. Of course he wouldn’t; something as petty and cowardly as that was much too beneath him.
To test this theory, you sent a quick ‘hello’ text to Douma. You hadn’t texted in a while, but he and Daki were pretty much o fficial now, so there’s really no harm.
You hit send, and the text immediately went through.
Th at motherfucker actually blocked me.
At this point, you were more than a little pissed. Daki wasn’t responding, Gyutaro fucking blocked you, all the while you were itching to profess your love once and for all. You really couldn’t catch a break, huh?
A ter school ended, you got in your car and made a beeline for the Shabanas’ apartment. is was getting settled one way or another, and if you had to break down their door to do it, then so be it.
You rang the doorbell and stepped back, crossing your arms as you stared intently at the door, waiting for it to open. It didn’t matter which of the siblings ended up answering—they were both gonna end up getting a piece of your mind either way.
It was Daki who answered. She cracked open the door, and her eyes widened when she saw you.
“H-hey-”
“Daki, what the hell?” You forced open the door to let yourself inside, and she stepped back, not trying to stop you. “Why aren’t you answering my texts? And what the actual fuck is up with Gyutaro?”
“My phone broke,” she answered, opting to leave out the part where it was Gyutaro who broke it. “My brother’s out getting me a new one.”
...Okay, that was valid. Your temper simmered down a little bit, but that still didn’t explain the other half of the problem.
“And what about Gyutaro? I haven’t heard a word from you guys all day, and-”
She cut you o f mid-sentence with a cry of “Please don’t hurt my brother!”
You paused, your words dying on your tongue. “Daki, what-”
“He’s hurt enough already, and it’s all my fault,” she said, beginning to cry. “I don’t want him to hurt more.”
“Daki, what are you-”
“We had a fight, and I sent that text to get back at him, but I didn’t know how upset it’d make him!” She was rambling now, hiccuping on her explanation.
“Daki, please-”
“I don’t know if he could take it if you rejected him, he might actually kill himself, and I can’t live on my own,” she continued her mindless babbling. “So please, can we just pretend like none of this ever happened-”
“Daki, I’m in love with your brother.”
“-and go back to normal and my brother will be fine and,” she stopped suddenly, finally registering your words. She looked up at you, almost unbelieving. “You... You’re what?”
As heated as the moment was, you couldn’t suppress the giddy smile that split across your face at the confession. “I’m in love with your brother, Daki. I like him, too.”
She was silent for a moment, as if processing your words. en all at once, she pulled you into a tight, excited embrace, tears gone and replaced by pure elation.
“Why didn’t you say so?” She squealed. “Oh my god, brother’s gonna be so happy! He’s never dated anyone, did you know that? He hasn’t even had his first kiss yet. Oh my god, I can’t believe you actually like him.” She suddenly pulled away, hands still on your shoulders, staring at you intensely. “You’re not joking, right? No take-backsies?”
“I’m not joking,” you assured her, still grinning. “And I won’t be taking anything back.”
She squealed once more, clapping her hands together in delight. “Yay, you guys are gonna be so cute! When are you going to tell him?”
“Now, if I can help it,” you said. “Where is he?”
“At that electronics store downtown,” she replied, almost tripping over her words with how fast she was trying to get them out. “He lef t not too long ago, so if you hurry, you might be able to catch him.”
That was all the encouragement you needed to go running out the door and back to your car, Daki cheering you on as you sped out of her driveway, leaving skid marks in the asphalt.
Th e drive went by in a flash. All of a sudden, you found yourself outside of the electronics store. You pulled into the parking lot, and just then, you spotted Gyutaro walking out of the doors.
You put your car in park right there and jumped out. You didn’t care that you were halfway pulled in and taking up two parking spots; this was more important.
“Turtle boy!” You shouted from across the lot. He whipped his head around to look at you, stunned. You grinned, and bolted in his direction.
“Oh... Uh... it’s you...,” he mumbled as you skidded to a stop in front of him, out of breath and probably looking more than a little crazy.
“Why the fuck did you block me?” Okay, those definitely weren’t the words you’d meant to come out of your mouth, but it was a conversation starter nonetheless!
He stepped back a little, wide-eyed like some terrified cornered animal. “Uh, I-I-”
“More to the point, why didn’t you tell me?” You pushed forward, getting in his face as he tried to stumble away from you. At this point, you practically had him pinned against the wall. “I mean, I was gonna bring it up myself sooner or later, but did I really have to find out through Daki of all people?”
He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. He looked like he was about to burst into tears.
“...I’m sorry,” he croaked, voice raspy and just above a whisper. “I-it’s okay, though—I’ll leave you alone from now on. You’ll never have to see me again. I’m sorry.”
You blinked at him. Did he seriously think you were there to reject him? Had he not noticed the painfully obvious signs that you had a thing for him that you’d been giving since day one?
A ter you didn’t move or speak at his words, he shrunk and turned his face away, screwing his eyes shut. “...Please... I know already, just... You can leave now...”
“Gyutaro.” He visibly flinched at his name, and in that moment, you snapped.
You grabbed his jaw and wrenched his face forward, not waiting another moment before crashing your lips onto his. It was ugly, it was messy, and it kinda hurt a little bit, but still you pressed into the kiss, determined. You heard a sound of surprise escape from his throat.
When you pulled away with a quiet smack, he was looking at you as if you’d sprouted another head. A ter that burst of bravado, you ended up feeling a bit embarrassed.
“...Sorry,” you said, awkwardly patting his cheek. “I, uh, definitely should’ve asked first.”
“It’s fine,” he said quickly. “I didn’t... I didn’t mind it.”
“Oh. Good.”
It was silent. Uncomfortably so. You were both on the verge of saying something, but neither of you wanted to make the first move.
It ended up being Gyutaro who broke the silence. “Why did you...” He trailed o f, couldn’t finish his words, but you knew what he was asking.
“I’m in love with you.” Welp, there it was. No coming back from this now. You’ve come this far making a fool out of yourself—parking like a drunkard, cornering him like some predator, giving him what you were sure was the worst possible first kiss he could’ve had—you might as well see it to the end.
You sucked in a breath. “I’m in love with you. And I wish I could say I’m embarrassed by putting it so bluntly, but I’m not. Honestly, I’ve run out of fucks to give.”
He cracked a smile at your last few words, albeit a hesitant one, but it disappeared just as quick. He still sort of looked like he was ready to cry.
“You’re lying” He whispered, eyes glassy and on the verge of actually crying. “You’ve gotta be.”
“Oh my god, Gyu, I’m not fucking lying!” You slumped your head forward in frustration, and he jumped. “I like you! I want to kiss your stupid little face and talk about turtles and- and do whatever else it is that makes you happy because I’m in love with you.”
Silence. And then, “...You’re being serious?”
“Yes, oh my god, I’m being serious,” you said, exasperated. “Why else would I do all this? I don’t go running across parking lots for just anyone.”
Silence again. He snif fed. You looked up, and saw that his tears had finally spilled over. But this time, he looked... happy. Genuinely happy.
He realized you were seeing him cry like a loser, and he turned away rubbing his eyes. “S-sorry, I just... this... th is has never happened to me before. I didn’t think...”
“It’s okay,” you whispered, bringing your hand up to brush away some of his tears. It only made more spill out.
He gulped, and chewed on his bottom lip. “Can I...?”
You assumed he was asking if he could kiss you again, so you nodded, closing your eyes and tilting your head for his access. You were surprised to feel the solid weight of his head plop onto your shoulder, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling shakily. When he breathed out, he tried hard to suppress his shudder.
You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer in and clutching his head. You could feel him smile against your shoulder.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he murmured. “I never thought it would actually happen.”
“Well, you thought wrong.” He gave a weak chuckle at your words.
“I guess I did,” he said. He pulled away. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
He looked down, suddenly shy. “Why... why me? I’m so ugly and weird a-and gross...”
“Hey,” you cut him o f with a stern look. “None of that while I’m here. I like you for you. You’re smart and funny and so awkward in this cute way and... I could list things forever, really.”
“But,” he pressed, “I’m so ugly and you’re so—so not.”
“I mean, I won’t lie to you and tell you you’re conventionally attractive.”
Okay, ouch. at stung a little bit. But he supposed that your harsh bluntness was better than sugarcoating it or beating around the bush. You’ve been nothing if not honest all this time, and he truly appreciated it.
“But,” you continued, once again bringing your hand up to cup his cheek. “While that may be true, for some reason I can’t help thinking you might be the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Heat rushed up his neck and for a second, he felt as if he might faint. Were you trying to kill him? You were trying to kill him, weren’t you?
“So...,” he started, painfully awkward yet again. “Are we dating now or...?”
You snorted. “I’d fucking hope so.”
“Just checking...” he leaned down to nestle his head against your shoulder once more, taking a deep inhale.
Th e two of you stayed like that for a while. Standing in silence, holding each other like it was the last thing you’ll ever do. Af ter a good while, though, you spoke up.
“You should probably get Daki her phone,” you said sof tly. “Knowing her, she’s probably having withdrawal symptoms by now.”
He snorted, but reluctantly pulled his head from the crook of your neck. “Probably. I should get going.” The look on his face told you that he wanted to do anything but.
“I can meet you there,” you said quickly. “At your apartment. You can take your bike and take my car. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” he answered just as quickly, then paused. “...You’re gonna be there?”
He sounded as if he didn’t believe you, like maybe this was some elaborate prank you were playing on him and you were going to stand him up just like he thought you should.
“I’ll be there. Promise. In fact,” you reached down to take the plastic bag that held Daki’s new phone from his hand. “I’ll take this. at way you know I’ll be there, at least to give it to Daki.”
“Okay.” He still looked doubtful, but your words made his face so ten, just a little. “Okay.”
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so i binged the new season of kny and was possessed to write this for gyutaro because he is the only boy ever
might make a lil epilogue if it’s well received enough
comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!!
#osapost#kny#demon slayer#kimetsu academy#kimetsu no yaiba#gyutaro#gyuutarou#kny gyutaro#kny gyuutaro#kny daki#fluff#angst with a happy ending#modern au#high school au#x reader#reader insert#gender neutral reader
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Been considering doing a mini Gyutaro side project just to keep myself refreshed while working on AWB.
So if I were to do so, I’m curious to see which you would all rather see🤔
#demon slayer smut#gyutaro#gyutaro x you#gyutaro x y/n#gyutaro smut#gyutaro shabana#kimetsu no yaiba gyuutarou#gyutaro x reader#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer gyutaro#kny gyuutaro#demon slayer x reader#demon slayer x female reader#gyutaro kny
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Hello!
Can i request Gyutaro x fem! Reader please?
Imagine the reader is the owner of restaurant near the kyogoku house where daki works, reader is a very kind person who would give free foods to sick or poor people which makes gyutaro notice her,then meet her to see her reactions which turns out making gyutaro fell in love deeper.
(Oh dear, my imaginations ideas are getting wild😂)
I hope you have a nice day!!^^
Hunger
𖥔 Gyutaro x F!Reader
𖥔 Synopsis: Falls in love with the owner of the reataurant
𖥔 What's in the web: nothing much
𖥔 Part 2
It's always been a usual thing for patrons of houses to serve food to them. Yet, seeing a restaurant open just for others not attending the feast of pleasure, but for hunger. For one, he didn't realize that many didn't need the pleasure of another, but something as much as eating brought one another together.
That was something you strived for, to be honest, you never actually saw your restaurant gaining traction. So, seeing many wait in line for the pleasure of enjoying your food made you happy. The giddy feeling in your chest flying every time someone complimented the hospitality your place gave.
There was another thing you wanted to give. Give to those who couldn't lead a life due to their place at the bottom of the barrel. Happily serving those who came into your restaurant with either pristine boxed lunches or divine platers. He paid no mind, you're just a restaurant owner.
Every day he watched the ones with nothing beg and beg for something, only to be given disgusting pitiful looks. For a while, there was this old man with his four children, bones prominent from their skin as they walked by begging.
A sigh left his lips, this country doesn't give an ounce of care to their homeless even in need of jobs they're considered nothing. This time they looked different. The kids held proper clothing while their complexions were healthier than last time.
What could have changed in these past few weeks? He saw more poor people, smiles on their faces as they headed a specific way. It was your restaurant, they were waiting outside near the back of it. They all sat down on the floor with makeshift tables in the middle of the groups.
Then the door opened, and there you were, holding plates of food and handing them out to people. Boxed lunches dropped off as the ones who took them head off. He stopped to look at you, a blush on your cheeks and a grin as everyone thanked you.
He felt something in his stomach, was this hunger? No, it feels like something else. He hasn't felt this way in such a long time, it felt euphoric, and he wanted more. He searched for other ways to feel this feeling he had with you, and seemingly he had no luck.
Was it only with you? He had a hard time believing this feeling. On one hand, he believed he was just hungry, and on the other, he felt as if this was a delusion. He didn't know and wanted to know. Maybe all he had to do was go to the source of his frustration.
Standing at the top of your restaurant, he waited until you closed, which in his mind took centuries. He watched all the people leave, grins on their faces, one he wished to leave once he speaks to you. Wait. Did he hear that right? Leave with a smile on his face.
It's just hunger, there's nothing more to it.
Just as everything closed, he quickly slipped in. Looking around, he noticed he was in a room full of boxes, all filled with utensils and other utilities. He didn't have time for this, he needed to see you. As he ran to the shoji, he ripped it open, and there you were, right in front of him.
He was going too fast, he quickly placed his hands on the wall right above you. He looked down and noticed your expression. A shocked face, but an adorable one that soon turned into fear. He didn't really like that look on your face, he'd rather get rid of it, to be honest.
"I'm not here to hurt you." He murmured. "Don't be afraid."
Noticeably, you gulped and attempted to calm yourself down. Wiping the threatening tears off with your yukata, you took a deep breath.
"Why are you here then?" You trembled.
"I'm not sure."
You both stood there in awkward silence, unable to figure out what to do next. While you stood there in fear, he eyed your entire figure, eyes fixating on your face most of the time.
"Beautiful..."
A murmur from his lips, your beady eyes widened a bit, lips slightly open, and a hand on your chest. Oh, he liked that. He could stay forever staring at you, but unfortunately, he had to leave.
"(Y/n)-sama. I've got the requested items for you!" The voice at the bottom of the restaurant boomed.
Quickly, he turned around, back to the room and stood by the window. He turned around one last time, oh he loved seeing your expression. Almost a sorrowful one, like you wanted to say something, but he had to leave. And off he went.
Standing on the roof of your palace, a blush crept onto him. He's thrown himself into a rabbit's hole of emotions and there's no escape from the hunger of seeing your expressions.
#gyutaro x reader#kny#demon slayer#kimestu no yaiba#gyutaro#gyutaro x you#gyutaro x y/n#kimestsu no yaiba gyutaro#kny gyutaro#gyuutarou#kny gyuutaro#fem reader#female reader
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@stephydrawsart_ on Instagram drew me with my comfort characters and I’m absolutely obsessed!!!!
P.S. there are spicy ones toooo 🥴🥵
#demon slayer gyutaro#kny gyuutaro#gyutaro#shigaraki’s girl#gyutaros girl#shigaraki tomura#shigaraki simp#tenko#shigaraki tenko#tenko shimura#MHA#my hero academia art#my hero academia#demon slayer#art#drawing#anime
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Look me in the eye and tell me these two mfs don't look alike
#twisted wonderland#idia shroud#kny gyuutaro#kimetsu no yaiba#idia x yuu#anime and manga#twisted wonderland x reader#gyuutarou x reader
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I'm actually crying so hard over these demon siblings
Like this scene. This scene DESTROYED me😭
#my post#THEY LOVE EACH OTHER YOUR HONOR😭😭😭 IT'S ABOUT SIBLINGS LOVE YOUR HONOR😭😭😭#daki kny#ume kny#gyuutarou#kny gyuutaro#demon slayer spoilers#demon slayer#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#entertainment district arc#I kope whatever comes next goes well for them
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Gyutaro and Daki I copied the cartoon (because I liked it so much) of volume 11, chapter 94 of the demon slayer manga and Demon Slayer manga n.11 chapter 95.
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GYUUTARO WIP!
(It’s been drawn by hand by me)
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You bitches really said degradation and daddy issues with Gyuutaro huh
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sub gyutaro + dom reader
author’s note – i like deadass forgot about demon slayer until the new ep came out yesterday 🤦🏾♂️.. but here i am writing for it
content warnings – talk of insecurities. mirror sex. handjob. uncut gyu. nipple play. self harm. soft porn again. L word used???
Mirrors. Gyutaro despises his reflection, breaking each one he sees. Why? Why did he have to be made like this? Were the gods furious at him? Gyutaro wanted to shatter every bone that protruded from his frame. You always see how he treats himself. It was almost as if he was immune to self-care.
You wish you could understand what was going on in his mind. Watching as he scratched his skin off every time he got mad at himself over little things. Warm crimson blood oozed out of the cuts he made from his continuous scratching.
“Jesus Christ, Gyutaro! Stop that, please,” you wince, his tired yellow eyes glancing at you. Gyutaro’s hand hovers over his wounded neck, chest feeling heavy.
“And why do you care?” he scoffs. Gyutaro turns his back on you and walks into another room. Why is it that he hates himself? You follow his footsteps slowly, trying your best not to anger him. But it’s also infuriating seeing Gyutaro degrade himself and his worth.
You sigh as you notice him breaking down. He’s facing the wall, gripping his hair tightly. It’s saddening. His behavior makes you want to cry for him. Gyutaro’s sniffles and sobs become increasingly louder. You approach him and hug him. Your loving embrace soothes him. His tense shoulders drop while he turns to look at you.
Your lips hover over the shell of his ear, “Gyutaro. I want to understand you. Please, let me know what’s goin’ on,” He doesn’t respond to your concern. You’re just going to have to make him feel better. Your soft and plush hands snake down his torso. Fingertips grazing his bony flesh. Gyutaro’s lips let out a small gasp as he feels himself heating up from the contact.
He was never used to being treated well. Even being protected was a taboo thing to him. Gyutaro loathes everyone except you. You’re different. You’ve never judged him for looking a certain way. That’s why he loves you. You’re kind, loving, caring, and so much more. Gyutaro loses himself in your touch, eyes fluttering shut.
“Get up,” you whisper. Gyutaro follows your request and stands up. You wrap your hand around his wrist and guide him to the vanity mirror. The first emotion that washes over Gyutaro is disgust. His repugnance only grew once he saw how skeletal he was. All of his self-hating thoughts came back again.
You observe his body language. That same sickened expression was on his face. You let your hands explore his body this time. The left teases his pec area while the right goes to other places. Gyutaro’s heart rate increases as you touch him so lewdly. He can feel the tent growing in his sweatpants.
His chest feels light when you touch him.
“Look at yourself. I want you to realize how handsome you are,” you utter. You slowly take off Gyutaro’s sweats, his semi-hard cock springing out. Another small gasp comes from his lips, his member twitching in anticipation. You press light kisses onto his nape, nibbling occasionally.
You rub your palm on his bulbous tip, rolling your wrist. A series of moans slip past Gyutaro’s mouth. Pre-cum starts to leak out from his tip. You stroke his whole length, lubricating his cock with the sticky substance. His eyes close while trying to take in all the pleasure.
You abruptly stop and firmly say, “Look into the mirror. Now,” Gyutaro whimpers as he opens his eyes, watching himself getting pleasured. Your other hand pinches his nipple, rolling it between your thumb and pointer.
“Haah, fuck! W-Why do you want me.. ngh- to look at myself in the m-mirror?” Gyutaro questions, arching his back as your touches become more intense. That question will be answered later when he figures it out. Your hand slowly fondles his cock. With every stroke you give, his foreskin covers his tip. The delicious brush of the skin on his tip makes his head spin.
He can’t help but look away. Does he really deserve the pleasure you’re giving him? As he turns his head to the side, your hand assertively keeps it in place. Your eyes burn into his face while you do so. You flick his dark grey nipple, making him yelp. All this touching is making his mind all muddly.
You stop stroking his dick, leaving your hand in the same position. He starts to buck his hips into your fist. God, this is your favorite sight to see. Him fucking your fist like an animal, chasing his own pleasure. You continue to pinch his nipple, creating a more blissful experience from Gyutaro. Waves of satisfaction ripple through his body.
“Look at you, Gyu. So pretty becoming undone. You’re perfect,” you state, smiling as you watch his eyes roll back into his head. He’s getting close. You move your hand around his cock at a fast pace, forcing him to look at himself.
Tears fall down his face from your compliments. You really think he’s pretty? Perfect? More pretty moans and whimpers come from Gyutaro. The coil in his stomach is about to snap. The roll of your wrist as you stroke his cock makes his mouth water. His eyes feel heavy, eyelashes clumping together from the tears.
“F-fuck! ‘M gonna cum.. cum! Lemme cum, pleasepleaseplease,” Gyutaro moans, voice cracking as drool slips past his lips. You smirk as you feel his body twitch as you play with his nipples.
“You’re so handsome, so perfect for me,” you mutter. Gyutaro feels like he’s going to break. The pleasure keeps on building up and it’s getting stronger by the second. Your praise is just too much!
“I love you, Gyutaro,”
His cock twitches as you mumble those words in his ear. Thick, hot, white ropes spurt out his cock. His eyes roll back as his head falls onto your shoulder. Your left hand comes up to pat his head, soothing him as he comes down from his high. God, what has he done to deserve you? You always make him feel so secure. Even with himself.
You wait patienly for his breathing to slow down. Humming and playing with his hair as you do.
Once he does, he sits up. His head between your thighs.
“You have no flaws, Gyu. Say or do some stupid shit again and you’ll see what happens,” you vocalize, giving him a small kiss. He nods and turns around to look at you.
“I appreciate you. I.. love you too,”
XRCS 2023
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Gyutaro forcing Daki to befriend you so he can hide inside her and get to know you, because why do you keep being sweet to ugly little kids? He wants to know, and also you're kinda cute--
#I love confused Gyutaro#I have a wholeass scenario based on this but it gets a lil dark so I'm iffy about posting it#Gyutaro x reader#female reader#kny#demon slayer#daki#upper moons#gyutaro imagines#gyutaro headcanons#gyuutarou#gyuutaro
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Always Will Be - Chp.9
Pairing: Yan!Gyutaro x Fem!Reader
Chapter: 9
Series Warnings: NSFW, extreme depictions of death, extreme violence, dead dove don’t eat, forced relationship, yandere, non/dubious consent, kidnapping, degradation, slut shaming, stockholm syndrome, poverty, dacryphilia, misogyny, dumbification, (If you don’t like dark yandere’s this story isn’t for you.)
Word Count: 2.9K
Summary: Gyutaro has lived for over a century now, still plagued by memories of the past and haunted by its ghost. You are one of his only two regrets.
IMPORTANT CHAPTER NOTES:
I’m letting y’all know rn that there is an implied sex scene between minors (Yuna and Gyutaro) However, I decided to make this a “fade to black” situation, meaning there is nothing graphic regarding that scene. This scene is here because as the author, I find this event to be critical in conveying the nature of the relationship Yuna and Gyutaro had with one another to my readers. You have all been warned so I don’t want to hear SHIT about it.
Chapter Song:
Now, please enjoy✨
You knew this room to be unknown, yet familiar all the same. There was little to no light, only the soft gleam of the moon that crept inside through an open window, casting shadows across the shoebox of a room and the small pieces of furniture it held. There weren’t many, but you noticed how very dated they looked to be.
Someone sat crouched before you, the darkness obscuring their face from view, but the moonlight had just enough give to illuminate the outline of their wavy tresses and their messy topknot.
You didn’t need more to know exactly who it was. Startled by the intrusion, you instinctively wanted to cry out. But no sound came.
You wanted to ask your frightening regular of a customer what he was doing here in—what you suddenly considered to be—your room at this hour. What he wanted. If he was going to hurt you again. But none of those words slipped from your mouth.
Your lips felt sealed tight all this time despite your wishes. But they moved on their own as you whispered out in a hushed tone.
“You shouldn’t be here Gyu-Chan.”
“No, you shouldn’t be here.” Came your customers crackled whisper.
“You need to go, we’ll be in so much trouble if we’re caught.” You tried again.
“We won’t be if we’re not caught.”
You let out a huff, reluctantly accepting that he would not be leaving as you had advised.
“Are you doing alright?” He asked pensively.
“Yeah…I’m ok. It’s just like that bastard said, baths, a bed, and plenty to eat.” You replied solemnly.
“Have they made you…”
“No, not yet. But soon they will…they’ve already been talking about sending me to the harimise…to the highest bidder.”
The top-knotted figure shifted in his seat.
“This is all my fault, Yuna..” his scratchy voice lowed, “if I hadn’t been so fucking weak you’d still be-“
He was cut off as your lips slotted against his in one of the most loving kisses you’d ever bestowed in your life. Worlds different from any kiss you’d shared with customers.
“Shhh,” you hushed him as you withdrew, “you know it couldn’t be helped. And I’d do it again a hundred times over to save your life. I’m going to work hard here. I’m going to work so hard that Ume will never have to come to this place. I’ll get us enough money and we’ll leave and never come back just like we promised.” You assured him gently.
His lips pursed tightly. He knew you were putting on a strong face for him. He saw how you cried that day, how terrified you had been about almost being taken. How you started making Ume hold your hand anywhere she went. All those nights you’d sleep holding him tighter than usual. This place was Yuna’s idea of hell on Earth.
With each word you spoke, every name he had ever been called etched themselves deeper.
Worm. Dim-wit. Sad sack. Coward. Good-for-nothing.
All these names and then some combined weren’t enough to label something like him. Why couldn’t those men have killed him that day before she showed up. Had he just died then, there was a chance that those thugs would have given up their chase. Sure, she and Ume might have been upset. But he knew Yuna would take care of her for him. They would have been better off. If he had just died maybe she wouldn’t be here. He wouldn’t have this cross to bear. To know that he was why.
“My life isn’t worth yours…it’s not-“ a stifled sob leaving him as his guilt overwhelmed him and his composure dissolved despite your words. “I’m not worth your purity Yuna, I’m fucking worthless I’m not deserving of such sacrifice, I’m not-“
Your lips cut his off once more before they trailed to string kisses along each birthmark on his face. He was silent with the exception of a few sniffles as he let you kiss him how you pleased. “You are worth my purity, Gyu-Chan.” You cooed sweetly into his ear.
He shuddered under your hot breath, it took him a few seconds to realize what you had meant. He only stared off as you kept kissing his marks over. “You…don’t mean that.” He whispered out.
“Gyu-Chan please, I don’t want my first time to be with someone I don’t know.” Now it was your turn to cry as your voice threatened to crack. “I want it to be with someone I love. I want to have a choice in at least just this one thing…so please, will you be my first?”
Gyutaro sat back on his haunches, dumbstruck by what you were implying. In one way, there’s nothing he could’ve possibly wanted more in this world. In another, the very thought made him want to crawl out of his own skin.
Someone like you should never be tainted by something like him. The only reason you’re asking him is because of a simple shit-hand you’d been given in life. Had you been born in a normal life with a good family, you’d never even look at him. And you’d certainly never willingly lose your virginity to him. This isn’t real, none of this could be-
You’d been sitting there studying his expression and you knew he was gearing to retreat, so you grabbed ahold of his boney and calloused hands that you had come to love so dearly. “Please Gyu-Chan, my heart couldn’t take it if you say no.”
“This…isn’t right.” He muttered out.
Tears welled in your eyes once again as he was already making quick work of breaking your heart. “How is it not right? It couldn’t possibly be more perfect.” You warbled. “I-I promise no one else has ever touched me I-“
“I don’t care about that. I just shouldn’t touch you is all.”
Your brows knit as you grew more determined. “Gyu-Chan you are the only one I’ve loved since the day we met. I asked to be your friend because I wanted to. And now I ask you to be my first because I want you to be.”
Gyutaro merely sat in place, his gaze shifting from your breaking one to his lap, downcast and unconvinced.
All his life, he had lived by a saying. To take before you are taken from. He had put it upon himself to teach Ume as well as Yuna this. He felt this phrase, this teaching, would keep them safe. It was all he had known, it’s what the world itself had conditioned him to believe.
But yet, Gyutaro felt it vile for the likes of him to take something so precious from Yuna. He’d never been in this position before, never had to take from her before. Because despite his best efforts, Yuna had never quite grasped his philosophy. The way she ever so faithfully shared all she had with him and his sister proved it. Her food was their food. Their tears were her tears. Her love was their love.
She gave all she could no matter how little it may have been. And it wasn’t until now that Gyutaro realized he didn’t live up to his own motto either, because he had always done the same for her.
He had always wanted many things in this life. But was always mercilessly denied them. Deep down the one thing he wanted above all else was to love and be loved. Something he felt he could never understand no matter how much he desired it because it would never authentically be his.
Yuna may not realize it, but he did, she didn’t mean what she was asking. She didn’t want him. How could she? How could anyone? It felt unfair to deny her of her request, what right did he have to tell her no when her situation was his own fault?
Ever such an opportunist, it went against Gyutaro’s nature to not take advantage. He felt any scraps that came his way were the least this world could do for him and he would take without a second thought.
But not her.
Ripping his hands from yours, he briskly made way to the window he’d snuck in through. You didn’t know what you were doing. He couldn’t rectify your fate here. He couldn’t go back and keep you from having ever met him and change any of this. All he could do now was keep you from making an even further mistake on him.
He was always quick on his feet. But you had always been neck to neck with him. He froze as your firm grip clasped the back of his obi.
“Gyutaro…”
A shiver ran down his spine as his full name left your lips, a rarity to say the least.
“You can go if you really want to…but first I want you to ask yourself, when have I ever asked anything from you?”
He was silent, though his arm remained outstretched to his exit.
“More importantly, when have I ever lied to you?”
Gyutaro’s muscles finally laxed slightly as he was forced to reflect.
“I know what you’re thinking. You think I’m too stupid, too naive to make my own choices. That I don’t know what I’m saying. Am I right or am I right?”
His unyielding silence being broken by your half-hearted chuckles. “I know, I know you so well huh?”
“Yuna-“ He tried to interject.
“What hurts is that I thought you would know me well enough by now to know that if I’d ask something of you, I must know…but you doubt me because you doubt yourself so much. That’s not fair to me.”
His hand finally dropped from the windowsill to his side as you circled around to face him. “What more do I have to do to prove that I love you, Gyu-Chan?”
He swallowed thickly as your gaze held his. “You…really love me?” His voice nearly inaudible.
Raising to your tiptoes to meet his towering height, your lips meshed with his. His arms instinctively wrapping around you to seize everything he’d ever wanted, as if it would slip away just as soon as it had appeared.
Nose to nose, you withdrew to answer him properly. “When have I ever lied to you?” You repeated.
This time, you were met by no resistance as you guided him back to your bed.
It was starting to dawn on Gyutaro that maybe he’d had his desire the entire time. That maybe this wasn’t by chance, but in fact he was chosen. Whether it was only wishful thinking or not he didn’t care. For the first time, all the hate and doubt in his heart parted just enough for him to believe right now. That for once, it was fortunes turn.
“I promise…you’re the only person I want to touch me.” You vowed, guiding one of his hands to rest atop your thigh. “I think we deserve to have what we want…just once.”
Gyutaro felt as if she had read his mind. She must have. For things to make so much sense in this moment. For his love for her to eclipse his hate for himself. For his twisted gangly body to feel so destined against her sublime curves on this quiet night that they both could almost believe was anywhere but here.
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Your eyes shot open as you sat straight up in bed. You were in your room again. Your real room.
You sat there dumbly as you stared out into your room, almost as if it was expected to provide you some sort of explanation. But you had only woken with far more questions than answers.
But as your breathing and heart rate steadied themselves, the real answer became clear. It was just a dream.
Thoughts overflowing as you scour your psyche for any answer as to why you would dream of this man you feared so much. Had it been just a flatout nightmare, it would’ve made more sense than…
Your cheeks burned hot with shame as you thought over what you had asked of him in your dream.
God, you were sick.
You knew you were by how deep inside, you wished that’s how things could’ve been for you.
Your dream hadn’t been just a dream nor a nightmare, but rather a dirty disgusting fantasy your subconscious had chose to torture you with.
You knew what was happening here and you couldn’t stomach it. You were growing fond of your customer.
You knew it by how you suddenly found yourself praying to any god that would listen to bring him back to you. And how you pleaded to them, telling them that “soon” wouldn’t be soon enough in your eyes.
What had changed? What had happened to you? Since when does sucking a man off ever do this to you?
Having decided you had wasted enough time by now, you got up and folded away your bed. You had chores to do around the house before it was time to get to real work for the night.
But as you carried on with your day, not once did he leave your thoughts. As you polished floors, prepped vegetables for lunch, and scrubbed dishes; he lingered in the back of your mind. No matter where you went, you couldn’t shake the feeling of his gaze on you. At any moment, you felt that the second you’d blink he’d be at your side with that same mystifying speed of his, glowering down at you like always.
All day your mind asked the same things. Anxiety would come in the form of, “Will he come tonight? What if I upset him again? Will he hurt me?”
But a thought that somehow felt even worse came, what if he didn’t show up tonight? Not just tonight, but ever again. Where would that leave you? Back at square one, forced to entertain any and all men that were willing to pay up no matter how old or disgusting they may be.
Why were you this pathetic? So lowly that you’d think this new sir of yours was such a better alternative to any other patron. This man had insulted you, threatened you, choked you, and had practically forced himself down your throat. It wasn’t just his words and actions that scared you so much, there was something about his presence alone that just reeked of danger. You had felt it from that first night you saw him in the harimise. He frightened you more than anyone ever had. So why?
As you carried on with your chores, you were too busy toiling away with your thoughts that you didn’t even notice all the whispers behind your back or the way everyone kept out of your path. Everyone else had heard of what was to come for you tonight. Except for you of course.
You were met by your reflection as you got ready for the night. Splotches of violet littered your neck that hurt just as bad as they looked. The knowledge that you had walked around like this all day burned at your ears. Perhaps if you weren’t so sick in the head, these bruises would serve as a bitter reminder of him. But with his pollution of your mind, they were just another present of his, a weighty necklace of rubies and amethyst he had left you. A sound mind would have called it for what it was. A collar.
About now you’d normally do your best to paint over them, but he’d made it very clear that he did not like the make-up. And he’d made it even more clear about the repercussions of doing something he didn’t like. You wondered briefly if you should abandon ship with the lipstick before your thoughts jumped to something else.
The perfume.
God forbid what would happen should you fail again to put on that perfume he generously gifted you. You clamored to grab it out of your drawers, best to put it on now lest you forget.
As the perfume set into your skin and clothes you let out a heavy sigh, one less thing to upset him was crossed off the list.
You checked yourself over and over again to ensure you hadn’t forgotten anything—or worse—done something you shouldn’t have when a detail of your dream suddenly came into focus.
Gyutaro
That was what you had called him.
Surely, that couldn’t really be his name right? It was hardly a name and more like a title.
Debt-collector
If it truly was his name, you wondered if he was some symbol of your karma. Perhaps you had done something so horrible that he was now here to collect from you. Whatever sin you could have committed for such punishment, you had no idea.
Without much thought, you watched as you uttered the name to your reflection. It formed easily on your tongue yet the name felt to be a curse just as much as a prayer.
You’d whispered it with both hope and dread that it would somehow summon him.
The emptiness that rushed you as he failed to manifest before your eyes was nauseating.
With nothing left to do, you were just about to force yourself to put on your nicer “work” kimono when the screech of your paper door slamming across in its tracks cut through the room like a knife. Your stomach flipped in both fear and a twisted sense of glee as you assumed it to be him. But as you whipped your head around, you were met by the sight of something you’d come to understand very soon was something far worse.
I TOLD y’all I hadn’t lost interest in writing this🥳
I’m sooooooooooooo sorry for how long it took me to write this, but I had a whole lot of life happen to me within this (almost) year it’s taken me to post lol.
One cool thing that happened in my absence is that I met the one and only Brandon McInnis. He’s a real nice guy, I told him I had to get his autograph since I write for Gyutaro and told him about this fic and he laughed and told me he’d check it out. I almost really hope he doesn’t😅 could you imagine? He’d be like “that girl was sweet but god damn she is FERAL” lmaooooooo I have his autograph posted on my tumblr if you wanna see! He had his artwork for his Gyutaro autographs custom made by an artist, he said he told them to make him “disturbingly attractive” and they really delivered I tell ya hwat lmfao
Anyway, I’m so very glad to be back!
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Daki and Gyutaro x Fem reader
Fem reader makes origami and Daki and Gyutaro saw her make them then they want to try it out for themselves out of curiosity
Fem reader is a demon that is uppermoon rank but she isn't interested in joining them (no matter how many times Daki pestered her to join) because she doesn't like being controlled.
Fem reader is also ego centric (and arrogant) here and there but not always sometimes she can be very kind when she does things she likes such as making origami and being with her lover.
Origami
𖥔 Gyutaro & Daki x F!Reader
𖥔 Synopsis: Time with the origami demon
𖥔 What's in the web: minor character death, mostly platonic
𖥔 A/n: I didn't understand the part with the lover so I'm probably keeping it platonic. Reblogs are Appreciated!
Soft breezes pushed the colorful paper off the rooftop of the mansion, a sigh left your lips as they finally reached the bottom. The paper is being bent one more time, yet this time into a crane. You threw the crane over the edge, watching it fall.
The crane gracefully fell, then finally flapping its wings, her face lighting up upon seeing it as it fell onto the ground. She bent down to reach it and played with it, moving it in her hand and caressing at it. After a while, it sat in her hand, not before expanding and wrapping around her.
Gracefully, she fell into the floor and onto the roof where you sat. And afterwards? Let's say she went missing.
You roamed around the high-class grounds, where rumors that they were much better tasting, yet none of the other demons acted upon it. So, now you were here, watching your origami pieces float away to the red-district.
They always went there when the wind was rough, but sometimes victims were much harder to catch because of it. There it was, a disturbance in your area, the paper spider's thread around your hand shivered with distress.
You stayed on the roof, eyes on the rooftops just in case it was one of those Hashiras. Maybe one of them finally found you after all these years. How so? You were considered to be an uppermoon, yet no one could get you, not even Muzan who sent multiple threats to you, but never acted upon them.
"What bothersome Hashira is gonna come now?" You groaned as you quickly prepared a few paper lotus and hexagons.
You lowered yourself to the roof of the mansion, hiding your position as much as possible. It was like time stopped, two demons rose from the ground and up to the roof of another mansion, just a ways away from you.
"Muzan's lackies? Hah!" You laughed. "What a pathetic sight. He finally attacked after all these years. "
You stood back up and looked at them as they noticed you. Their eyes widening at the sight of you, ripped yukata with paper figures surrounding you. They came slowly, almost as if they were curious about you.
Once they arrived at the mansion you were standing on, they took glances at you then at the paper. You looked down at your feet, stepping on the colorful paper then back at them with a confused expression.
"What do you want?" You asked, eyes glaring at the two demons.
"What are those?" The girl asked. "Did you make those creatures with the paper?"
"Of course, she did. Hey! How'd ya make them?" The man barked.
You looked down then back up at them, they seemed relatively new. Like they didn't know you could kill them at any time for overstepping your boundary. A sigh left your lips as you reached down to grab a small pink square.
"I'll show you how to make a crane, BUT- you have to stay out of my territory. Understand?"
They nodded as they sat down and looked at you impatiently, the girl was like a child while the man looked like he was dragged here. You slid two pieces of paper in their direction, both of them fighting over the color.
"You want to start with the white side facing you, fold the top corner to the bottom corner, you can grab any corner. The color will then be facing you. Now, fold the right corner to the left corner. You got it."
They both nodded as they held the folded papers in their hands.
'What a pathetic sight to see myself in, teaching two people how to make origami. How sad.' You thought as you started instructing once more.
"You're really strong, (Y/n)." Daki pestered. "Maybe you should-"
"Daki." You stopped her. "I'm not joining Muzan now matter how hard he tries, I do not wished to be controlled by a freak."
Daki pouted and grabbed a paper lotus and prodded at it.
"Hey, (Y/n)" She spoke out, already bored of the one second silence. "Why do you like origami so much?"
You looked down at the street vendors at the red-district, visiting both of them after a long time, questioning how to answer.
"I suppose I just loved it. My parents thought I was insane staying inside and messing with the paper."
"When you were..."
"Yeah..."
Gyuutaro listened in, watching your moves and your hands, now steadying themselves to finish Daki's heart request.
"You know Muzan is coming for us, right?" Gyuutaro stepped in.
"I know," You responded, a somber look on your face as you held the heart in your hand, "but that doesn't mean he can do that to you again. I don't want that for both of you."
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Sketches from today of Daki and Gyutaro❤️
#sketching #drawing #copicmarkers #sharpieart #anime #manga #demonslayer #gyutaro #daki #demon
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Additional Demon Slayer Dick Headcanons
Because I’m a thirsty bitch who developed simptoms for additional kny lads
Part 1 here
Iguro Obanai —
listen I cannot stop thinking about my short king, I want to give him so many kisses and also ride the life out of him. 
I think he’s packing again, some fairly average length and girth. I’d say about five and a half to six ish inches, but the man is snappy with his hips.
He likes when you get on top so he can hold you and bury his face into your chest while he plows you with reckless abandon.
Definitely knows where the clit is and exactly how you like being touched. A considerate lover with immaculate technique.
Self esteem issues big time, so he has a hard time looking you in the eye or letting you see how cute he is with his cheeks all flushed and the neediness in his eyes
Just let him drown in tiddy while you cum on his dick, it’s all he wants.
Tell him he’s a good boy for you, he’ll melt
Better yet, actually, let him have one of your tits in his mouth. He’s embarrassed at the way he mewls and moans for you, so anything to muffle that is perfect in his book
He’s soft at heart okay obanai deserves that sweet, sweet lovin’
Gyuutaro —
When I tell you this thirst came out of nowhere, you guys….
Okay first of all, we know this man is a good big brother. A very family-oriented demon who would absolutely make the shittiest parent. But does that stop him from having a breeding kink??? Absolutely not.
Packing at least a solid 7.5”-8” ish if you ask me
You know that stereotype about scrawny emo boys who have giant schlongs??? Yeah, uh, that’s Gyuutaro
He is not at all nice when doing the nasty
He will 1000% have a corruption kink. If he sees a sweet pretty little thing like you who thinks they can fix him??? He’s gonna fuck that goody-goody savior complex right out of you
He loves the idea of ruining you from the inside out
Will absolutely cum all over you. He’ll bounce back quick and go round after round until he’s covered your face and tits and stomach and ass and back. Everywhere is fair game
Will spit in your mouth
He’s nasty and I like him okay
Akaza—
We already know he likes fisting (I’m so sorry, I had to)
Okay no I'm gonna be serious about this, he 100% is the type who would rather finger blast the life out of you. Like??? That man is not at all focusing on his own pleasure
You will probably have to beg him to put his dick in you
I'm leaning toward saying he's got about 6"-7" going on, but girthy as hell
Like, it's gonna take at least working up to 3 fingers before you can actually take that bad boy
He will fuck you however you need it, though.
We know he's chugging his Respects Women juice
If you tell him you want him to be rough with you, he'll do it. It'll take a lot of "....are you sure" "i am" "okay but are you SURE you're sure" "oh my god, YES" kinda conversation going on
Really really he prefers going slow and deep. Def specializes in very passionate moonlit rendezvouses(?)
Okay that's all I got, see you when Swordsmith Village arc starts byyyyyeee
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#iguro obanai#gyuutarou#akaza#akaza x reader#gyuutaro x reader#iguro x reader
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#gyutaro#gyutaro shabana#gyutaro x reader#kny#kny x reader#gyutaro shabana x reader#shabana siblings#demon slayer gyutaro#kny gyutaro#gyu#gyuutarou shabana#gyuutarou#gyuutaro x reader#gyutaro shabana demon slayer#made by yours truly#i remember playing that game#i was busted in that game#i need him#gah dayum.#gulp
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