#yandere tengen x reader

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Other skin: Yandere!Characters reaction to a female demon slayer landing on you.

Plot: They watch a woman fall on you and her…chest is in full view in front of your eyes, and she flirts with you.

Reader: imagined female but no pronouns.

Notes: I just thought of Tegan and his wives reactions and I got excited, I love jealous yanderes.

Characters: Tengen & Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru, Mitsuri Kanroji, Sanemi Shinazugawa.

Disclaimer: I have not read the manga so most of the reactions are based on the show and fics I have read. So please forgive the inaccuracy.

The place was filled with other demon slayers from all types, sizes and skills that varied from race or religion. It was unlike anything you had seen before and the couple related in that way, this was something special. The lovers watched you closely as soon as you came into view to keep you safe and sound, but let you explore for just a few before wanting to smother you.

So their eyes followed you as you greeted people or looked at the decorations around, even the food tables with happiness in your eyes. They were taking amongst themselves at how cute you looked with such a innocent sparkle in your eyes. But soon they watched you get tackled to the ground unexpectedly, not watching anything else but you so it slipped their sight. The couple rushed over quickly, Tengen was the first to get there.

You groaned at the impact you took and your head ached. Weight pressed on your chest and it made you open you eyes slowly with the pain still in your head. But unlike meeting a face you were meet with a woman’s cleavage in front of you at eye level. Your face heated up quickly and eyes getting wide, you snapped your head up to the woman’s eyes. “Oh? What a lovely expression.” Her lips curled in a smirk as she ran her tongue across the outline, her tone smug and confident.

“Don’t get embarrassed, makes me wanna eat you up.” Her hands pressed harder onto you and you only got more flustered. Her hips sat on yours and everything about what was happening was too much to process.

Suma was terrified at first of how you could have hurt yourself, then as she got closer she saw the woman onto of you. She teared up quickly at how she got to be on top of you, how she pressed into your skin. She cried for her to get off of you. Makio of course was scared of you getting hurt but she was more angry to yell at the person, knowing the others would check you first so she could handle the bitch. But, when she saw your eyes meet her chest…She was pulling out her weapons quickly, how dare the woman take advantage of you? Hinatsuru was of course just like suma, but over all just very scared for you. Had your head took a big hit or how was your back and body? She was in motherly mood. Just like the other girls she got jealous of the woman, her perfect baby must be so scared right now.

Tengen was pissed from the get go, how dare someone crash into somone as fragile as you? Being a harisha he had speed, so he got there first to witness what the woman said. His eyes twitched and he had to refrain himself from slicing the woman’s head off. His aura was filled with rage he looked like a monster. He noticed how she pressed her body closer to you, her hands on your chest, flirted with you and got you shy.

“Come one, tell me your name?” She took her hand off your chest and went to touch your face but her wrist was grabbed in a death grip. Both of you looked up to see tengen looking at her with a smile that sent shivers down your spine. “They are off limits to the likes of you.” He flashed a toothy grin and threw her hand to the side, next thing you knew was being picked up into the air and his arms around you. The woman landed on the ground with a annoyed, “And who are you?”

A gasped left your lips when you saw a fist hit her cheek and quickly took notice it was Makio who punched her. The two other woman pulled her back and screamed it was enough as she tried to go after her. The woman got up quickly and dusted herself off and walked off quickly, leaving all of you behind with a stomp in her step. “Leave it.” Tengen ordered and they stopped and obeyed his orders.

Suma came over and cried about how she was sorry the woman got to close. “She wasn’t even that pretty, how could she touch you like that?” She was so jealous. Makio crosses her arms and slightly yelled at you for looking at her, or how you didn’t try and get away from her. “She was a hag, how could you blush like that? Its pathetic.” She was still fuming at the thought of you looking at another woman. Hinatsuru checked you for bruises or cuts, any signs of harm she could have done to you. “Did she hurt you? What a horrible person, look at you. So shook up, don’t worry she’s gone.”

You couldn’t leave their side the rest of the night, no matter how you tried. It took so long to convince tengen to put you down. They hated not being there for you, it only pushed them closer to taking you away…

Mitsuri hated leaving you alone even for a second, the thought of someone else hurting you or something happening to you. She couldn’t handle the thought. But now she lost you in a crowded market place and she panicked at the lose of your hand in hers, that she forced you to hold, and had no sight of you. Her voice got lost in the sound of so many others, she pushed through the people and looked for you but kept getting pushed back.

This was supposed be a fun day were she could spend every second with you and she wouldn’t look suspicious. She could hold your hand, be close to you, keep you in her sight and blame it on the worry of losing you. But now she saw her mistake on taking you here, she shouldn’t take you on busy days or anywhere this big.

Making it passed the crowd she took a deep breath and searched around for you. When she saw your outfit and a woman on top of you she froze in place. Another woman touching you, sitting on your lap, getting to be so close. It made her see red. She saw you blush at the sight of her chest and wondered if you’d blush like that if it was her.

“Tell me your name cutie.” Her voice sounded so sensual and it only made it worse. Mitsuri was inches away now and glaring at the woman, wanting to tackle her to the ground and away from you. But she smiled like she aways does and appeared next to the woman’s face with a huge smile. “Mind getting off them? I’m sure they don’t appreciate it.” Her cheery tone and smile didn’t match her energy at all, and you knew her well to notice.

“And who are you? This one’s mine?” Mitsuri took a moment of staring at the woman to giggling, making you both confused. “Maybe I didn’t make myself clear, I wasn’t asking.” The weight disappeared off your body as Mitsuri kicked the woman off of you and sent her rolling away. You stared in shook as her expression didn’t change from a sweet one. “This one will never belong to the likes of you.” She pulled you up and gripped ahold of your waist and pulled you close to her.

“I’ll make sure of that..”

He’s always dragging you away from others and doesn’t care what gender they are, if they aren’t him? Then they don’t deserve your time. So it’s hard to get a chance away from him since he doesn’t let you out of sight while he’s around. He sees you as something everyone should want, but you can’t fight them because you’re weak. (Even if you’re a demon slayer or a harisha, he doesn’t care)

He was coming back from a mission and waited for your presence and he looked around the butterfly mansion for you. He missed you in every way, to your smell to your smile and how you made him feel calm but so many other strong emotions. When he opened the door he found something that he couldn’t comprehend. He felt so many things that he stopped working for a minute.

A unknown woman straddling you and her chest in full view in front of your face, her body presses up against you. The look on your face was enough to show that you were embarrassed and flustered, how you tensed up. He is the one to get straight to the point and wouldn’t care who she was. She was coming off of you.

He walked over with the most calm expression and didn’t make a sound, only his footsteps could be heard. You noticed him first and got scarred at his expression. He didn’t say anything as he took a fist full of her hair and dragged her off of you, throwing her to the ground and standing in front of you.

“It’s considered disrespectful to touch something that doesn’t belong to you. They, are mine and I should kill you.” He laughed and got his grin, his fire coming back. “I’ll give you five seconds before you see why harishas are the highest rank.” She run out the door quickly and left without a peep. Then his attention was on you and you got a sick feeling in your stomach.

“Want to tell me what that was about?” He kneeled and got close to your face, “Did she touch you worse then what I saw?” Stuttering you explain what had happened and how it was a accident but he didn’t truly by it. Or he believed your intentions but not hers.

“If I see something like that again you’re getting punished as well,” he took ahold of your chin and yanked you forward. “Understand? No one touches you but me.” You had no choice but to agree.

She was reported dead in a week.

[eskumii]

❝ TROPHY WIFE ❞ — yandere!uzui tengen/wives + you're his first wife

SYNOPSIS: suppose you're uzui tengen's very first wife, the one that slipped through the cracks of your unwanted arranged marriage with him. along with your disappearance went his heart, and now you must bear the consequences of a man who loves his wife far beyond her understanding—so much so that he would kill for her, die for her, and do anything to make her stay. — navi.

WORD COUNT: 5.7k

NOTES: mdni! (cw: non-con) this is an arranged/forced marriage au. it's meant to be one-sided. it took me quite literally forever to finish this lol ,,

PAIRING: yandere!uzui tengen x wife!reader

CHARACTERS: uzui tengen (19-23), reader (18-22), suma (19), makio (20), hinatsuru (21)

I. TO BE WED

imagine being uzui tengen's very first wife.

your hand in marriage was promised to him by your parents, who owned a tax-collecting business that was often the target of hostility from the impoverished people of your hometown. tengen routinely passed through your village on demon slayer business, so your parents could always rest assured knowing he would take care of the violent stragglers that sometimes loitered outside.

ironically being poor themselves, they had little to offer the hashira as payment for his noble duties; well, that "little" didn't exclude you of course, their only daughter who's failed to find a husband far past the age of when other girls were normally wed. you're still young, fertile, and moderately attractive, but your strong disinterest in potential suitors often drove any chances of a wealthy marriage away.

however, after being introduced to tengen, the man you'll be forced to marry out of obligation, you begin to regret being so stubborn after all.

admittedly, tengen found you to be pretty plain at first. you're poor so you can't exactly dress flashy, and you come from a no-name family with little legacy. your parents swore up and down on your domestic efficiency—hardworking, great cook, a tame disposition—and, well, at least you're kind of cute, too. tengen is intrigued by your potential the most.

your parents force you to do whatever you can to get close to him. the truth is, though, you don't really have to do anything with the way he seeks you out himself. he often shows up at your door asking for you, and your parents have no qualms about dragging you out of your room to make you go out with him.

he takes you to the nicer parts of town and pays for dinner or buys you flowers and little trinkets from the shop vendors that line the streets. it doesn't help that the elderly people running the stands egg you on, saying things like "what a lovely young couple" or "your children would be so beautiful!" tengen simply smiles with ease, accepting their praise as if it's second nature. you get rather embarrassed by his shameless indulgence.

there's small talk but you find it incredibly stifling. tengen does a majority of the dialoguing but most of the time your dates get interrupted by his kasugai crow, who squawks at him whenever a demon shows up nearby. he always looks annoyed and promises to make it up to you, leaning down to pat your head like you're his pet dog or something. you hate it and him too, probably.

"i'll be back before you know it, darling," his smile is charming but not to you. "you'll stay right here for me, won't you?"

regardless of your somewhat obvious hesitance to accept his advances, tengen gets attached to you like it was meant to be. the idea of having a pretty little housewife for him to come home to after his draining missions becomes increasingly attractive, and the more time he spends with you, the more he sees the appeal of your being. it must be a miracle that no man has taken you as his wife yet; surely you were saving yourself for a man like him.

unfortunately, though, you don't want to marry tengen.

an arranged marriage? it's simply not the kind of life you envision for yourself. you aren't willing to bet the rest of your days on a man whom you have a slim chance of falling in love with, all for the sake of financial security. but what else can you do? your parents already made it very clear they would disown you if you refuse, and tengen is pressuring you to your death with his sweet words and annoyingly thoughtful presents. you're stuck.

eventually, the incessant nagging from your parents and weeks of endless courting from tengen sway you so sooner. you fold like a cheap hand fan and succumb to your fate, to a future you knew from the very beginning that you would come to despise.

he's the only suitor you have at this point. it's not like you have a choice. and the one choice you do have just so happens to be him, a man who is the nearest thing to a perfect match as you're ever gonna get. you should be happy. thankful. he'll give you the world if you just give him a chance.

at least, that's what he told you.

II. THE SOUND HASHIRA

your parents are so happy to send you off.

they're completely honored that their letdown of an only daughter is finally getting married—to a well-known and wealthy shinobi at that. it's the only time they've shown any pride in you, yet it really only leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

after your brief introduction to the head of tengen's clan, everything moves so quickly. just a couple weeks later, you're already signing a marriage contract in which you and tengen become official newlyweds. and before you know it, you're packing what little belongings you have to your name and moving in with him, begrudgingly and regretfully so.

the day you arrive, he shows you around his overwhelmingly gigantic residence; the courtyard full of cherry blossoms and koi ponds, the huge kitchen, and the bedroom where he'll eventually fully claim you. there's lots of other rooms too, but they're either empty or reserved for his weapons and training gear. he tries to hide it but he's obviously so over the moon that you're his wife now. he doesn't even notice your misery through his elated delusion of love.

in hindsight, you didn't realize how difficult it can be to share a space with someone you hardly know. you find everything awkward but tengen doesn't, like always. to him, you're so obedient and polite— such a good girl. you take whatever he gives you; kisses, hugs, subtle gropes here and there, and all of his sweet compliments and gifts. you don't argue with him or raise your voice, you fret over his injuries and make his favorite foods. you're observant, collected, and mature.

he didn't have a type before he met you—you're all he can ask for in a woman, really.

tengen is unexpectedly romantic. he constantly boasts about his strength and fighting skills in order to impress you, and he never stops mouthing off about how he'll prioritize you over himself. he puts consistent effort in getting to know you: what you like, don't like, your favorite color, and any other inkling of your personality that he can manage to wrestle out of you. he seems to have gotten the impression that you're shy or something.

flowers are a constant and you're spoiled with fancy, expensive kimonos and jewelry. had you married tengen under literally any other circumstance, you'd find his advances on you endearing but, unfortunately, he just comes off as clingy and unbearable. any woman would die to be in your place yet you can't even find it in you to want to be in your own place.

what do you think of him, though? well, he's handsome, you'll give him that. you don't deny the appeal of his good looks and flashy, fitted clothing. he's strong, established, and knows what he wants. despite your obvious distaste towards his gifts and grandiose personality, it's not to say you're ungrateful that the man you're stuck with is exceedingly well-off and capable of protecting you. you can't say he's a bad guy.

however, he's a moron.

he fell for you fast. a couple months have already passed since coming to live in his residence. tengen requests to have picnics whenever you go with him to visit his siblings' graves on his off days. of course you have no reason to refuse; as much as you dislike him, you're not heartless. they're important days, so you swallow your pride and pack a bento spread you know he'll like.

tengen will confide in you about the memories of his late siblings, his parents, and his life before becoming a hashira. it's a depressing and heavy weight to shoulder, but you still play your role of the loving, supportive wife with your lingering touches and comforting words. you use these outings as opportunities to gain his trust by being vulnerable.

except, this time, the effect you seem to have on tengen is magnified to the point of no return.

he pulls you into his lap and you're suddenly flush against his rock hard chest, trapped in a suffocating hug. you don't know what prompted his sudden affection; perhaps it was the warm atmosphere you crafted or the intimacy of the moment, but the way tengen holds you so close is telling. he's about to say something you've been dreading since the day you met him.

"i love you." tengen confesses, nuzzling his face into your neck and sighing as if he'd just released the weight of the world off of his shoulders.

you knew it. it's the first time he's ever said it to you and you'll never forget the wave of nausea that hit you as you glanced up to see him staring back at you expectantly. your heart is pumping out of your chest and your face is flustered—not because you're flattered but because you're ashamed. you feel his hands squeeze your shoulders, almost like a warning, and his grip begins to feel claustrophobic after your prolonged silence.

you have no choice but to reciprocate.

"...I love you too." your voice is quiet, hesitant, and tengen gently teases you about being shy when you refuse to look at him anymore. he's not right but it's true that lying invokes shame.

he almost seems overwhelmed by your response, as if he hadn't just nonverbally threatened it out of you. you don't dare to sneak even a glance at him. he tightens his embrace around you and goes back to burying his face abashedly into your neck, mumbling sweet words against your skin. his body wraps around you like a vice, trapping you in the prison that is his dreadful existence.

you decide, in that very moment, that there was nothing in the world you wanted to do more than run away.

III. A DIRE MISTAKE

one fateful day, you catch wind of the news that tengen is being assigned on a mission quite far away, somewhere down in the southwest. 

you're so lucked out that you thought it was a trap at first—a ploy to catch you in your undying desire to leave your husband for good. but when the day of departure arrives and tengen peppers your face with last minute kisses, you know for sure that there's no chance he's caught on to your resentment towards him, nor the plan of escape you've been devising all along.

your eyes are teary when tengen releases you from the last of his spine-crushing hugs and he cooes at your cute crying face. honestly, you're tearing up out of joy because your one and only chance to escape has literally fallen into your lap in a pleated handbasket, but you'll let him believe otherwise. you at least owe him the courtesy. 

you already know you don't stand a chance against tengen, at least physically. he can overpower you like nothing and he's so tall that he towers over you, constantly caging you between those muscled arms of his. there's almost nothing you could do against a man like him—well, unless you count poisoning, but you were above murder when it came to getting what you wanted. 

as soon as tengen passes through the looming gates of the residence and disappears down the winding road, you scramble to gather a few belongings before making your way out through the back. there's a twinge of fear that grips your gut but you press on, determined to put as much space between you and that wretched place you were expected to call home. 

the moment you escaped, you flipped your identity. chopped your hair off, powdered your face in white make-up, and wore headscarves wherever you went. you fled as far as your feet would take you, only stopping to rest in a small village when your aching body could take you no further. you hardly spoke to anyone and left nothing behind that could possibly be traced back to you or be used to pursue you. 

it's obvious you can't go back to your parents; they hated you when you lived with them, and they'd hate you more if you returned. they'd sell you out to tengen in two seconds flat, then ruthlessly shame you for running away from a marriage you wanted no part in. the only option left for you is to create a new life for yourself somewhere far, far away. 

and that's exactly what you do. you find a little town on the outskirts of the red light district, where business is booming and it's easy to disguise yourself beneath the constant foot traffic. you go undercover as a seamstress, working in a homely tailor shop under the supervision of the owners, who are a kind older couple that are quick to regard of you as one of their own. 

time marches on and the jarring memories of tengen do as well. you makes friends with the regulars that come by the store often. you've learned the valuable trade of mending clothing and sewing traditional patterns. you've even developed a crush on one of the men that come by often to repair his work uniform.

your life is finally the way you've always wanted it to be. 

meanwhile, tengen copes—barely. days pass. weeks. months. you're still yet to be found, even with the help of all the hashira and the shinobi of his clan. it's as if you disappeared off the face of the planet. he's completely devastated. did you run away because he was gone for so long? were you feeling neglected? did you just want his attention? surely you wouldn't just up and leave when he'd been so loving; he truly couldn't think of anything that would prompt such an extreme reaction. 

as expected, he doesn't come up with a justification for your disappearance. how could he? you could be dead by now with the amount of demon uprisings that have been happening lately. or you could even be halfway across the world right now, laughing at how easily you had fooled him. eventually, his sadness melts into anger. you may be gone now, but it won't be for long. 

wherever you are, he'll find you. 

IV. 'TIL DEATH DO HIM PART

in the following years, tengen's next three wives are chosen specifically by the head of his clan.

and, in the head of the clan's words: "the sound hashira's decision-making must be incredibly poor if he chose a wife who would dare flee from him." the statement only fans the flames of his growing wrath for you. 

however, his new wives—suma, makio, and hinatsuru—are all beautiful and talented kunoichi who admire him to their very cores. as ungrateful as it sounds, there isn't a day where tengen wishes one of them were you. they've worked so hard to try and fill the gaping hole in his existence that was left by you, but it hasn't really been working. he needs you.

they're kind, caring, nurturing and most of all, strong. they've trained all their lives to be kunoichi. he knows he shouldn't complain but they just don't cook like you, look like you... aren't you. of course he loves them, but he could never forget the way his heart shattered the day he returned home to find you nowhere in sight. your disappearance left him in utter shambles. did you ever think about that when you left? you're so unbelievably selfish—is that the kind of woman you turned out to be? 

his wives constantly question his lovesick behavior. tengen never hides anything from them; in fact, he'll sometimes go on long, borderline maniacal rambles about "the wife who got away." to suma, makio, and hinatsuru, you're an enigma that's broken the heart of their husband, and they're not sure what it was about you that makes him act this way. jealousy sparks—if there's a way to get you back to make tengen happy, they would do it, but maybe you're better off gone after all. 

and it's not like tengen didn't search for you. oh no, he looked everywhere within reason. his duties as a hashira kept him chained to his missions near the demon slayers' headquarters, but that never stopped him from interrogating people when he got the chance. any woman that looked even remotely similar to you was sure to be stopped in the middle of the street for further investigation. 

master kagaya is exceedingly understanding of the situation, and he bears obvious concern for his beloved sound hashira. while he's sympathetic of the loss of his wife—it's no matter to be taken lightly, of course—tengen must first be loyal to his occupation as a hashira, and that means going on missions in spite of his mourning. 

and his newest missions leads him to the red light district. 

so tengen goes. he knows his place when it comes to master kagaya, so he has no reason or authority to deny orders. regardless, it's a harrowing and tedious task. drunk concubines practically throw themselves into tengen's arms as he strolls past the many underground sex clubs that line the filthy streets. he has zero interest in any of the debauchery that goes on here, and he especially feels nothing when shoving them away from him with excessive force. 

he scours the area for anyplace that looks decent enough to step foot in, as well as a place where he won't get immediately harassed by ran through harlots. turning down a quieter side street where some storefronts have been shuttered, he happens upon a small seamstress shop sandwiched between two restaurants that look as if they've closed early for the evening. 

shrugging, tengen wearily thinks it's as good of a place as any to begin his intel gathering on the upper moons' whereabouts. he saunters towards the front entrance and a young woman dressed in traditional geisha wear passes him on the sparsely populated road, her wooden sandals clacking against the ground. he can't help but think her hair looked similar to yours and his heart twists painfully in his chest. 

tengen seems to be constantly haunted by the thought of you, forming an obsession in his mind that won't go away until he has you back. until he knows your safe, with him, just like you were meant to be. until he sees you. 

no, literally, tengen sees you, right in front of him. 

through the window of the upscale seamstress shop, he sees you conversing with a man at the front counter, laughing heartily at a joke he must have made. tengen quickly crouches beneath the display window to spy on you, his heart pounding out of his chest at the events that are currently unfolding. he must be mistaken. 

he peeks above the lip of the window to catch a glance and, sure enough, it is you. you're alive and well, almost glowing beneath the low, intimate lighting inside the shop. 

he finally found you! he can't believe it. the grin that's stretching across his face is so broad. he'd recognize your face anywhere, even if it's caked in geisha makeup and your hair elaborately styled. you’re beautiful and he’s captivated by your beauty just as he was the day that he met you. 

he's so unbelievably ecstatic with the way his hands are clamming up, his feet shuffling in the dirt and... 

what?

creeping over the ledge of the display window once again, tengen's eyes immediately grow dark. there's a man there. talking to you. his wife. 

in the midst of your conversation, your eyes absently float over to the window. it's there that your gaze clashes with his, and a blood-curdling look of terror overtakes your features. is that… tengen? 

there's a shift in the air. what happens next, tengen doesn't recall, but when he comes to there's blood on his hands and your hair is bundled up in his fist as he drags you past the threshold the of the shop’s entrance. he looks over his shoulder and on the floor, spread eagle, lies the man without his head. the scene is gruesome.

he killed him. 

tengen looks down at you with a solemn gaze. for some reason, he doesn't even care. the emotions running through him are almost too much to bear. do you know how much your disappearance has destroyed him? do you know how much he's suffered because of you? do you even care? 

he doesn't understand why you're crying. it seems like you were happy enough to whore around with other men in his absence. the thought drives him to the brink of insanity. how much longer do you plan on humiliating him? 

there's too much to be said. tengen's mouth is agape and he's so upset at you that he can't find the right words to express himself. instead, he collapses to the floor beside you and embraces you in his longing arms. he smells your hair and feels how your body shrinks against his—it's all exactly how it used to be. it's exactly as he remembered, as he dreamed of. 

and now, as tengen scoops you up into his arms to take you back home, another dream of his will be fulfilled tonight. he knows exactly what kind of punishment is befit for you. 

V. A JUST PUNISHMENT — (NSFW: NON-CON)

"tengen-sama! you're ba-" 

a woman with colored bangs and a ponytail attempts to greet tengen as he enters, but she's cut off by not only the expression on his face but also the strange, disheveled woman he's hauling behind him. 

he drags you across the cold, laminated wood floors into the bedroom by your hair and peels the delicate, silken layers of your yukata back, exposing soft flesh and ample curves. tengen is so starved of your touch—of your voice, your scent, you. he'll make you pay for what you put him through. he'll make you stay this time. 

you can't even fight back. you're so afraid of what's going to happen that your body refuses to move, to speak. and even if you could, there was no way you would win against a hashira, of all people. 

tengen starts by pushing you to your knees. when his hands begin the hasty work of undoing the belt of his kimono, you already know where this is going and it makes your stomach churn in volatile sickness. he eagerly slides his under pants down and from the top of its elastic band springs his semi-hard cock, which nearly hits you in the face. you gasp at the sheer size of it; that is not gonna fit inside of you.

"don't look at me like that, [name]. clearly i was too lenient with you back then. i should've disciplined you..." he trails off as he stares into your pleading eyes. he smiles but, in it, is no mercy.

"c'mon, baby. you'll be a good girl and open your mouth for me, won't you?" 

you refuse. no, you wouldn't even dream of it. you've never done anything sexual with a man before and you certainly aren't going to wi—

tengen suddenly reaches down and grabs ahold of your now tangled hair with one of his large hands. it takes barely any pressure before your mouth is pried open by the force of his fingers alone, and his now engorged cock head is being stuffed into your warm, unyielding mouth. 

you can only let out a choked cry at the vile intrusion. 

"that's it, baby, good girl.." he praises, stroking your head with his thumb as he slowly inches his pulsing cock down your throat. 

your screams are completely muffled. tengen begins to pick up the pace, letting your drool be the lubricant that allows his giant dick to slide in and out of your tight throat. it hurts so bad that you try to bite down and free yourself from this act of vulgarity, but tengen doesn't allow it. he instead tugs your head back by the grip he has on your hair, forces his cock all the way in, and holds you there until you decide to behave yourself. 

you can hardly breath. lewd, wet noises fill the room as tengen gags you almost to the point of unconsciousness. the vibrations from your screaming must have been making him feel good, though, because it takes just a few minutes before he's shuddering in orgasm as he bottoms out and cums, which you have no choice but to swallow. 

he pulls out of your mouth and you're mortified, but even more so when you see how he's still hard. his cock is covered in a thick layer of your saliva and his cum drips onto your exposed chest in globs that make you cringe in disgust. you think you're going to throw up. 

and you almost do, if it weren't for tengen picking you up from under your arms and tossing you onto the plush bedding. your legs are forced open and tengen slides his twitching cock against your pussy, slowly and teasingly. you begin to fight against him but he easily pins you down long enough to push his fat cock head into your tight pussy. 

tengen pounds you into the plush cushion of the futon all night long. you've given up struggling and crying, only mewling in pain as the brutish man stretches your virgin pussy wide. he ruthlessly kneads your breasts with his calloused palms and overstimulates your clit with his fingers until you cream and squirt repeatedly all over his dick. you can do nothing but lay there as he roughly moves your body into various positions and fills your womb with his seed—there's no way you won't be pregnant after this. 

all the pent up rage that tengen was forced to weather after your disappearance is released in that very room. he sounds like a crazy man with the way he lapses in and out of fits of rage where he's cursing at you with his hands around your throat, then slipping into pleasure induced "i love you's" as he dumps yet another load of cum deep inside of you. 

"h-how does it feel, my love?" he groans, reaching over to caress your flushed face. "mm, you sound so cute making those noises. lemme hear you scream, darling."

and oh, you sure do scream. for him to stop, to get off of you. that you've had enough. that you hate him. over and over again you scream, you cry, and you struggle, but it does you no good. he only seems to thrust faster the more you beg. is he getting off to your desperation? he must be by the way his cock pulses at any form of physical resistance from you. 

you thought it would never end. he's almost insatiable. your tears have long dried up—for the most part, anyway—but the skin on your face feels raw from tengen "lovingly" wiping all your tears and snot away while simultaneously pounding a you-shaped hole into the futon. you feel disgusting. you don't even have the strength to make a sound when he spanks you for the hundredth time, moaning heatedly about how you've been such a bad, bad girl. 

when it seems like he's finally spent, he doesn't pull out. instead, he collapses on top of you with his cock still twitching inside your sloppy, ruined cunt while drawing you in for an unreciprocated kiss. he whispers praises in your ear and gently strokes your face, cooing at how much you're trembling against his much larger form. 

"i should've done this a long time ago. maybe you wouldn't have left if i dumped my kids into you sooner." 

eventually, his softened cock slips out of you and a gush of warmth runs down your legs; you can already feel a soreness settling in your pelvis. tengen sighs contentedly at the sopping squelch that sounds when you snap your legs shut in order to roll as far away from him as possible. he roughly wraps a muscled arm around your waist and pulls you back towards him as soon as he sees your attempt to create distance. 

"i missed you so much, darling," tengen mumbles against your skin breathily, offering a soft smile. "did you enjoy your welcome back?" 

he's making fun of you. you refuse to even look at him. it's to be expected, really, he can't imagine how bad it must feel to think you actually got away from him as you lay in his arms once again, right where you belong. you need to learn your place; no wife of his will disrespect him like you did ever again. if you have to be an example of that, then so be it—youput this on yourself, after all. 

leaving you with a final kiss, he gets up, wraps a towel around his waist, and goes to let his other wives into the room to help clean you up (they've been waiting patiently ever since you showed up, curious about the woman who supposedly "stole tengen's heart," as he put it). you're still naked and exposed with tengen's cum leaking down your thighs but you don't even have the mental capacity to care anymore. all three of the girls look shocked at the state you're in, but they don't comment and rush to get you in the bath. 

they're all very pretty, of course. when you emerge from your haze of disorientation, you're left reeling at the fact that tengen had amassed three whole wives in light of your absence. well, not that you have any right to be surprised considering your short lived emotional affair. you're still in mourning over what had happened to him. 

regardless of your fragile state, the three women swarm you with questions that prod at your past: who you are, where you're from, and how you met tengen. you don't even have half the mind to reply. you can only stare at your tear-stricken reflection in the soapy water, ready to burst into tears yet again at the horrible predicament you've found yourself in. 

what can you do now? sit around and get bred by tengen? rot away in this dreadful house for the rest of your life? the other wives seem to catch onto your unresponsiveness after a couple dozen of their questions go ignored, so they sit quietly and gently wash you clean. they look genuinely worried for you—not that their pity will undo the damage that's already been done. 

makio will scrub your back and grumble about how jealous she is while suma and hinatsuru fret over the small bruises that are now beginning to form around your hips from tengen's manhandling. suma washes your hair next, commenting on how beautiful it is, while the other two move onto rinsing the soap from your body. they wrap you up in a fluffy towel when it's over, and a shiver wracks your spine when their hands guide you to another room, down the hall, with a clean bed ready for you to rest in. 

you don't really know who they are but since they're dressed like kunoichi, it's obvious that they don't share the same mindset you do, or were forced to be wed to tengen like you were. you can't ask them to help you escape from this hell, not a chance. 

even as you lay in the criminally comfortable futon with new silken pajamas, a cup of cold water at your side, and a warm blanket, sleep doesn't find you. 

and with tengen around, you're certain it never will. 

VI. A HAPPY EVER AFTER (EXTRA)

a few months later, your pregnancy symptoms are in full swing.

tengen is as protective as ever and the other wives have already grown attached to you despite your bitter and unforgiving attitude towards them. you learn quickly that they're all very... obsessive, constantly hovering over you and going to overbearing extremes to make sure you don't do anything that would physically strain yourself in any way.

hinatsuru and makio follow at your heels like guard dogs while suma takes charge of most of the cooking and cleaning. she keeps the peace most of the time and holds makio back when she's attempting to murder hinatsuru over something childish. you're never in the mood to talk to them, however, and they often try to bribe you with your favorite sweets (which is intel that they've gathered from tengen) in order to get you to participate in their activities.

unluckily for you, tengen had decided to completely retire from being a hashira following a particularily harrowing encounter with an upper moon demon (even after you tried to subtly guilt trip him into not doing so). he insisted that you and the baby were "more important." you know that it'd be difficult to escape with the other wives around but to add tengen on top of that makes it surely impossible. 

every morning, the dreadful man himself meets the four of you in the kitchen and will beam proudly at the sight of his adorable little harem. he goes down the line and gives affection to each of his wives individually, in the way they prefer, and saves you for last as you're his "greatest prize," or whatever he said. you're just completely exhausted and you resent them all from the deepest depths of your heart. the least you can do is make it obvious. 

tengen finds your rebellion adorable. everything about you is and even moreso now than when you left him all those years ago. he'll grab you by the jaw and force you into a quick one-sided kiss, pulling away with that fond smile of his. his fingers ghost over your swelling tummy but his very touch makes you feel so awfully sick. you'll roughly push him away and he's so out of his mind that he attributes your justified anger and moodiness to your "pregnancy hormones." regardless, he's happy. it's you who's going to bear his child. it's you who first said you loved him too. as long as you live, you're bound to him as his wife. nothing can come between a man and the woman he loves; uzui tengen certainly made sure of that, didn't he?

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hi I Can Ask Yandere Uzui x A Male Reader Who Gets Excited By How Big And Muscular He Is (Not Sexual Content) But Might Make His Reaction To The Reader Kiss And Run His Hand Over His Muscles?

Yandere Tengen Uzui x Male Reader

Its like a code among men to admire one another’s gains

So it shouldn’t have been all that bizarre when you did

Actively vocalizing your admiration for his dedication

“Yeah man you look great, wish I can get where you are!”

Only for his massive to grab your lower back side 

Pulling you close to his chest 

Kissing just your upper lip 

Holding you still while caressing his hands over your biceps and triceps 

“I don’t know. I think you’re flashy enough for me.”

[ms-fade]

hi can i order a part 2 of yandere Uzui's request where the Reader sucks his Nipples.

Eliciting delicious moans from Him, What would be the reaction of his three wives to this?

Nips are nips. Pt.2

Characters: Yandere Tengen, Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru x reader.

This is honestly not reactions but more of a short drabble about it. Hope this is okay💗 Love this story so request more if you want it.

Warnings: Nipple sucking, idk what you call these type of kinks I just like boobs, male type receiving, Clingy actions, slight fighting over the reader, hinted reader likes one of them more.

The thing was that you always stared at their chest no matter who it was and you couldn’t get the thought of them off your pretty little head. Hinatsuru is were you laid your head on mostly to suck on her nipples at any time, like a baby to it’s mother. Then it was suma who couldn’t be happier so you took turns between your wives. Honestly it’s normal them just reading a book while your mouth wraps around them. But you did look at tengens and wondered what it would be like to love his breasts just as much as the girls. You never tested it out before because there was never a chances to ask or it never came up but it was always in the back of your mind.

But today you just couldn’t keep your eyes off of his bare chest with his robe draped down, leaving it almost falling down. “Like what you see?” Of course he noticed you staring at him easily, he was a hashira and it was his job to know his surroundings. You blushed and nodded, he chuckled and then appeared in front of you. His frame towering over you “I see you staring at me so much just like the others,” he took your hands and pushed the fabric aside so you could feel his toned chest. His perky nipple felt sweet underneath your finger tips, “Don’t be shy, darling. You can suck on them~”

The girls came home shortly afterwards from the market with bags filling their hands and they got confused when you and tengen didn’t came to help since you both always did. Their voices filled the house to call your names which got no reply, so they made their way to the bedroom. Until small grunts echoed through the hallway and they knew it was tengen. Makio opened the door angrily thinking you two were having fun without them but she didn’t see what she thought. You laying on tengens chest with you legs wrapped around him and fully clothed. Tengen had his robe off and his head leaned back with his mouth open, his hand in your hair keeping you still in his nipple.

Suma squealed happily and clapped her hands, Hinatsuru was also pleased to see you so comfortable and relaxed. Now, two things can go down with Makio. One; if she haven’t experienced you sucking on her tits then she would be annoyed that she was truly the last one. Second: If she has she wouldn’t really care but find it cute like all the others.

“Didn’t know you’d enjoy it this much.” Hinatsuru said in a low teasing voice and careful to not startle you. Tengen opened his eyes and looked back at the girls faces that held amusement, “Our darling is truly amazing. They have skill but are still tender and soft, can’t imagine what it feels like for all of you.” He looked down and brushed over your head while you just hummed and laid still. “I want in!” Suma rushed over to the bed and grabbed ahold of you.

“Be careful.” Makio shouted and rushed behind her and tugged her away from you. “It’s my turn.” Makio tried to reason. Suma screamed back and tried to undo her clothing but tengen stopped them both. “You both need to quite down loves.” Of course they stopped for a minute. But if Makio didn’t have a turn she would try and rip you away from tengen and persuade you to her breasts instead. Which would leave them all three fighting. Hinatsuru watched with a smile on her face at her loves fight over you, their precious baby.

Because deep down she knew that all she had to do was take off her shirt and you’d be all over her.

[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere Uzui Tengen with a gn darling who likes to be carried

Request(ed?): Yes! - uzui with reader who likes to be carried 24/7? I love uzui :(( — requested by anonymous.

Warnings: reader has stockholm syndrome.

Authors note: since you didn't specify, this was before his retirement. This is a bit shorter as I didn't know what else to add, hope you like this anon!

He absolutely loves it! Due to his sheer size and strength, he loves carrying you everywhere, especially hearing your giggles.

He loves to do piggyback rides. If you ever are tired, stressed, or simply want to be carried, he will smile and immediately throw you over his shoulder before helping you onto his back.

Uzui will give you raspberries, or possibly bite on your thighs and arms If you dare to sit on his shoulders.

This man never fails to try to sneak attack you all the time, trying to find your tickle spots while picking you up.

Though, when the tables have turned and you try to sneak up on him, doing a surprise hug, he always fakes he doesn't notice you beforehand but when you go and try to grab onto him, he's swinging you on his shoulder and slapping your bottom; whisking you two away.

The girls will pick you up as well, or at least try to. Uzui's flaws in his ability to pick you up, so rarely (once every few times a month) will the girls pick you up.

However, when Uzui does pick you up in front of them, normally chaos folds: Makio will scream at Uzui to put you down as Hinatsuru giggles in the background while Suma is trying to not freak out from how 'high' you are.

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[colourstreakgryffin]

Could I request separate yandere headcanons for Tengen and Giyuu in which reader is like Carmen Sandiego?

Hmm! So like the spy chick with the gorgeous red coat? Okay! She seems pretty cool! I’ll do her!

Yandere! Uzui Tengen

You’re selfless and a passionate humanitarian, those amazing traits won over Tengen’s heart quickly. He simply loves women like you and he doesn’t want to lose you to his competition, no matter how confident he is

Tengen knows about your thieving sidecareer and he could care less. Do you think he is any better than you? No, he is truly rotten, a horribly sick man that is ready to pull twisted means to get what he wants. To get the wives he wants, and that includes you

Tengen follows you around, everywhere you go so he make sure no thievery task your profession gives you will end up with your death. He loves you too much to let you get hurt in any form so he has you his eyes on you 24/7

Proposes daily to you, it’s horrifying as he never can take the hint from you. Tengen refuses to accept your rejection since his delusional mind cannot process it. Rather he does it himself or forces his kidnapped wives to give you the ring, it just gets worse since he won’t stop

Yandere! Tomioka Giyuu

Giyuu is very attracted to your intelligence and knowledge, he loves a woman who can take care of herself and understand everything around her in both a brilliant and strong way. His obsession with you and your character grows and grows until it takes over him, it turns him into a mindless zombie thinking only of you

Overprotective, because of your occasional missslips in your side-career of thieving could easily take your life away… that scares him to an earlier death. Giyuu can’t stand that idea at all so he will take charge and defend you from the people before you, rather you like it or not

Giyuu may adore your empathetic nature but he doesn’t believe anything you do shouldn’t be wasted on literally any of those useless beings. He would rather remove them from the equation all to together since they are still a threat to him, everybody in Japan can take you away from him

Seriously, he will do whatever you want so when you want to go donate to needed buildings like orphanages and mental health institutions. Giyuu may not like the fact you give those people and/or children your care and attention but your happiness is very important to him

[darkkny]

Isochronism

Kyoujurou Rengoku x Reader x Tengen Uzui.

Warning: Yandere behavior. Dark content. Reader uses she/her pronouns, and is being described as “Girl.” 

DISCLAIMER: I, in no way, condone yandere’s or the behavior that follows. This is purely a work of fiction and does not reflect any of my personal values or morals. Thank you.

Run.

RUN!

Don’t stop running, even if your legs give out, get up and run again.

 You chanted this desperately as you tore threw the village, dodging frightened villagers and jumping over small carts and even children. You were desperate. He wouldn’t hurt them, but there was no telling what he’d do to you if he caught you. Once you believed that he would never hurt you, as he would only treat you with the utmost gentleness and respect. He’d softly grab your hand and press a chaste kiss to the palm of it. He never kissed the top of it. You remember jokingly asking him about it, and he got quiet. Noticing the seeming drop in his mood, you tried to change the subject, but he stopped you. Looking you dead in your eyes, the seriousness in his eyes and voice made your pulse quicken. He looked down at your hand, still in his. “I’ve kissed past partners on the top of their hands,” he rubbed your palm with his thumb. “This is our thing though. This is reserved for you only, and it always will be.” You remember not really knowing how to react or what to say. He smiled at you, and you returned it. You remembered how special it made you feel, how loved.

 Things were different now, and you couldn’t help but think of the word love as you turned a corner. It left a bitter taste in your mouth. Perhaps love existed, and perhaps, you experienced it with him at one point. However, that point has long passed, and it would never come back. He’s already done too much. The blood, the unusual dead look on his face, the strange glow in his eyes. That look in his eyes, that was the scariest part. You’ve had your fair share of watching people become mutilated. You’ve had your fair share of blood, and deadpan faces. Not with him, he was never like that. He was never so cold. He literally RADIATED heat. It was…. terrifying. You focused on the entrance of the village, the silhouette of a very tall man stood in the center. It was too tall to be Kyoujurou, which made your heart sing for joy. Seeing Kyoujurou would be too much for you. He’s not him, not who he was. Not who he really is.

 No. You stopped that thought as soon as it popped into your mind. No, Kyoujurou was probably always like that. You just never noticed until it had come to a boiling point, and he spilled over. Shaking your head, you push for the entrance despite your screaming legs. The figure turned to look at you with surprise and you noticed it to be Tengen Uzui. A long-time friend of yours and Kyoujurou’s. You stopped dead in your tracks as his eyes fell on you. You knew you were in pretty bad shape, scratches and cuts on your hands, feet, and face from when you fell trying to climb over the wall surrounding the Flame Estate. Trying to get away from Kyoujurou.

 You looked around warily, ready to run in case the fiery-headed man showed his face. Uzui covered the distance quickly and approached you with an overly concerned face. “(Y/N)? What happened to you? What’s going on?” He grabbed your hand lifting your arms to check the bruises and cuts covering them and your legs. “I-I… I don’t even k-know T-Tengen. Kyou… Kyoujurou is d-different. He did something b-bad… bad. He did something bad, Tengen,” you sobbed, struggling to breathe. He let go of your arms and pulled your face into his hands, “(Y/N), Darling, breathe. In and out.” He gently rubbed a cut on your cheek with his thumb as he looked at your face. You nodded shakily and took deep breaths. You glanced up at him with bloodshot eyes and he smiled softly at you. He nodded slowly and took your hand. “Hey, let’s get you out of here. I’ll walk you back to the Flame Estate and I’ll talk to Kyoujurou myself. I’ll give him a stern talking to for scaring you like this. Totally unflashy of him.” Your eyes widened and you dug your heels into the ground in panic. He looked back at you with a surprised and questioning glance. Your breathing had spiked up again and you were violently shaking your head. He held his hands out in front of you, “Okay… Okay, It’s okay. You can come home with me instead.” You breathed deeply just like he had instructed before and slowly nodded. Your face was glued to the ground in shame. “Hey, there’s no need to be shy or ashamed. We’re going to figure this out, Okay? Let’s get you back to my estate and then we can talk,” he lifted your head so that you were looking directly at him. “Good girl now let’s go,” he ended with a kiss on your forehead before grabbing your hand and heading out of the village.

 -

 By the time the two of you had made it to his estate, the night had fallen. You glanced around quickly. You were terrified. Kyoujurou could come out of those dark woods at ANY time, and you wouldn’t know until it was too late. Tengen must’ve noticed your skittishness as he held you closer to him before looking around himself. The two of you walked onto the engawa and he turned to you. “When we get in here, I’m going to show you where the hot springs are, and we’ll get you clean.” You looked up at him and nodded, “Okay, Tengen. Thank you.” Your voice was quiet and hoarse. He smiled softly and opened the door before pushing you in slowly with his hand before looking around once more and following you.

 Tengen’s wives ran into the room, excited to greet their husband. They stopped once they say you and concern flashed in their eyes before they all hurried over to you. “(Y/N), oh my goodness, what happened to you,” Hinatsuru looked you over. Makio and Suma sharing frightened expressions behind her. “I-I had a fight with Kyoujurou, a really bad fight. No, he didn’t hurt me. It’s just a difficult situation,” you smiled at them sadly. They looked at each other with an emotion you couldn’t catch. Tengen stepped forward, “Hey girls, could y’all get some food for me and (Y/N)?” All four of them shared a look before they nodded and walked away to the kitchen. He smiled at you, “Okay, (Y/N). Wait right here real quick.” Before you could retaliate, he was gone after the girls. You looked around the room nervously. Even though you knew you were safe, you were still shaken up. You jumped as Tengen suddenly appeared beside you with soap, washcloths, and towels. He smiled at you comfortingly before grabbing your hand, “Come now, Let’s get you clean.”

 Your fear heightened when he led you back outside to a lit path behind his mansion heading into the woods. Your hand tightened around his and he gave yours a comforting squeeze, “You’re safe. I promise.” You nodded and the two of you continued. Eventually you came to a gate with walls. He opened the gate and led you inside. A hot spring stood in the middle of the ground lit up by bright lights. He closed the gate behind the two of you and pulled you to the edge of the hot spring, where he turned around to allow you to undress yourself. You were nervous, of course because you were still scared, but also because you were about to take a bath with Uzui, which you had never done. Your mind went dark as you imagined how Kyoujurou would react if he found you here, naked, and alone with Tengen. You shook the thought from your head and stepped into the warm water. Immediately your body relaxed, and your muscles screamed with relief. Once your entire body, up to below your shoulders, was submerged in the water, you turned to Tengen. “O-okay, you can turn around now.” He nodded and turned around while smiling at you. The two of you stood still as the water around. He smirked, “I mean, if you want to watch me undress, just say that.” You gasped as a blush fought its way to your face and you looked away, shamefully. He chuckled and undressed before climbing into the water beside you.

 Smiling, he grabbed the washcloths and soap. He dipped the cloth into the water before lathering soap on it and beckoning for you to come to him. You hesitantly complied and made your way to him. He motioned for you to turn around and you did. Laying the cloth across your right shoulder, he gently scrubbed the dirt and sweat from your skin. Gliding the cloth slowly over your shoulder, he moved to the nape of your neck before moving it to your other shoulder. You sighed as he washed the dirt from your upper back before he dropped to clean the rest of your back. Turning you around, he gently washed your face, making sure to be extra soft with your cuts. His eyes moved from looking down at your cheek to make contact with yours which caused a blush to spread on your cheeks. He smiled and brought the washcloth to your neck and collar bone, cleaning them. Your breath hitched as he moved the soapy cloth to your breasts. He glanced up at you, asking for permission. You hesitated before nodding. Gently, he moved the cloth over your right breast, scrubbing softly, before doing the same for the left one. He grabbed your hand and set the cloth in your hand.

 “I’ll let you do the rest,” he smiled encouragingly. You nodded and turned to wash the rest of your body while he washed his. After washing your tummy, arms, legs, and nether regions you turned back to him, ringing out the soap in the cloth. He was finishing by the time you had set the cloth aside and he did the same thing. He held his arms out and you complied, approaching him, and allowing yourself to be held by him. He rubbed your now wet hair soothingly and your nervousness disappeared. You pushed your face into his neck and smiled. The warmth of the water, his soothing motions, and the exhaustion from the day caused sleepiness to creep in your bones and weigh your eyelids down. Tengen noticed your exhaustion and chuckled, “okay, time to get out. Let’s get some food.”

 -

 You, Tengen, and his wives sat crisscrossed across from each other quietly eating the meal they had prepared. Your eyes were heavy, and you kept dozing off. Hinatsuru and Tengen would nudge you followed by a soft, “Finish your food, and then we’ll all go to bed.” You’d nod and refocus on your food. Suma looked nervous, as if she wanted to say something, but Makio would shoot her a very harsh look. There was an air to the table that made you uncomfortable as if you had done something wrong. After dinner, the five of you all piled on Tengen’s enormous bed, after they insisted on you sleeping with them. Soon all five of you were sound asleep.

 Opening your eyes, you cursed at the nagging feeling plaguing your bladder. You groan and try to slip from Tengen’s very tight grip. He mumbles and squeezes you tighter, putting pressure on your bladder. You wince and try once more, eventually squirming out of his grip. Crawling down to the foot of the bed, you swing your legs over and sigh. Tengen’s tired voice whispers from behind, “(Y/N), what are you doing?” You turn your head to look at him, “I really have to pee, Tengen.” He chuckled and removed the cover before standing up at walking over to you. “Okay, I’ll come with you.”

You nodded and followed him out of the room, and he showed you to the bathroom. You thanked him and entered the room before closing the door behind you. After you closed the door, you lit the lantern in the bathroom. Like lightning a hand slapped itself over your mouth and you screamed. The sound was muffled, and you struggled against the hot body behind you. You knew the heat; you knew the smell of his skin. You even knew the sound of his breathing. “If you promise not to scream, I’ll remove my hand, my love.” His voice was soft and attractive, just as it had always been. “Do you understand?” You whimpered and stayed quiet. He sighed. “Do you underSTAND?!” His voice turned aggressive as he pushed your head back harshly. You sobbed as tears fell down your face. You winced and cried as warm liquid dripped down your leg. His voice softened once more, “Oh, you poor thing.” He used his other hand to grab yours and he pushed you out of the bathroom. “(Y/N)? Oh, Kyoujurou, you’re here.” Tengen walked out from the kitchen. “You weren’t supposed to be here until the morning.”

 Kyoujurou chuckled brightly, “Well, you know, I couldn’t stay away from my beautiful flame. She’s the light of my life, everything has been so dull since I let her leave. Running straight to your loving arms, Tengen.” Tears fell freely from your eyes as you stared at Tengen in disbelief and betrayal. He avoided your eyes and Kyoujurou removed his hand from your mouth. You sobbed and closed your eyes, wishing the world would just go away. Kyoujurou spun you around and pulled you in for a kiss. You struggled against his body and cried. Tengen sped over and ripped you away from the other hashira. “Kyoujurou, treat her with respect. That’s why we’re in this situation, well, that and you’re extremely messy.” He turned to you and pushed your hair behind your ear. You shut your eyes and turned your head away from him. He sighed and grabbed your hand, “It’s okay, Darling. Let’s go get you another bath.” Kyoujurou growled, “another bath? Meaning you saw her… naked?” His eyes were narrowed, and you shied from him. Tengen flashed him an angry look and wrapped his arms around her. Kyoujurou huffed and followed the two of you out to the springs.

 “Okay, (Y/N), why don’t you go ahead and get those soiled clothes off?” You hesitantly nodded before stripping your clothes off and instantly dipping into the water, uncomfortable from two set of eyes following your frame. Both men followed suit and waded through the water towards you. You instinctively backed away from both men. Tengen stopped and looked at you with a guilty expression. Kyoujurou, however, did not stop and he reached his hand out in a comforting way. “Darling, My Love. Please, I’ve missed you so much. Every minute I’ve been apart from you has been like a year of agony for me. I love you so much, and I’m so sorry that I scared you. Please, just take my hand.” You stared at his hand before slowly but hesitantly laying yours in his. He brought the palm to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to it. You whimper softly, as he pulls you into him with a sigh. The hair on your neck stood on end as he rubbed your head. You looked up at Tengen, frightened and sad. His face still held guilt and he waded over to the two of you. He kissed your swollen lips gently before leaning to whisper in your ear.

 “I’m so sorry, My Darling. We both love you too much to let you go.”

 Your mouth dropped open, “Tengen…. loves me?” Suddenly, realizations flashed across your mind and several things started to make sense. The looks he would give you, the smiles he would flash at you, how gentle he is, how loving he is, the pet names. It all made sense, everything you brushed off and pushed out of your mind. You looked back through your memories of the three of you together, and you saw it. The looks Tengen and Kyoujurou shared, the hushed whispers. You didn’t know how to feel. It was almost as if you had not processed any of what he said.

Tengen was staring at you with an expectant look. He closed his eyes and let out a quiet sigh before leaning away from you. “I must go, as my wives may be wondering where we are. I’ll be back later.” Panic struck your body, and you thrashed in Kyoujurou’s strong hold. “N-NO, Tengen don’t leave me here. Please, I’m begging you. Please, don’t go.” Kyoujurou’s arms gripped you tighter and you winced. “He could kill me. He could kill me.” Tengen stopped and looked down before flashing you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, My Darling. I promise, I will be back.” Nausea welled up in your throat as he flashed a stern look at Kyoujurou, “Do NOT do anything rash, Kyoujurou. I will know, and I will do something about it, and you will NOT like it.” Kyoujurou growled softly and you whimpered, choking back bile. Tengen nodded at you and climbed out of the pool of water, leaving soon after.

“Darling… you know I won’t hurt you, right?” Kyoujurou’s voice was right in your ear, and you nodded your head in pure fear. He pulled away and held your shoulders in his hand, his grip still tight. “That’s a good girl,” his hand made its way for your face, rubbing the skin softly, “I’ve missed you more than anything before.” You kept your gaze off of his face. He moved your face gently, “Please look at me, My Love.” Slowly, you looked up at his face, shaking violently. “There she is. My beautiful flame. My entire reason for being. Without you, I lose the hope and spark of my life. Everything I am, everything I will be, everything I have done, is for you.” He moved his face to rest his forehead on yours gingerly. Your breath hitched and panic filled your mind. “He’s so close. He smells so good; His voice sends tingles down my spine. I hate him. I hate him so much. Hate him. Hate him, hate him, hate him.” Your eyes darted around, and you wished your mind would shut up. You were terrified of him, and yet, your heart still yearned for him. Your body still craved his touch. He was your first and only love. How could you ever hate him?

You cried. You cried and cried until your eyes couldn’t cry anymore. You cried until the only thing left was the hitch in your breathing and your whole being felt numb. And Kyoujurou? Well, he was simply delighted that you had stopped struggling.

It made everything easier for him.

[fourthwifematerial]

garden of forking paths | 四 | part i. guilty

yandere lord tengen x fourth wife, eiji. word count: 7,077. explicit content. 18+ MDNI

man proposes, heaven disposes.

please be mindful of the ample warnings as we're all responsible for curating our own fandom experience✌️ this chapter contains ultimatums & coercion of an intimate nature, deception, forced marriage, dubious consent on all fronts, foreplay, degradation, consummation & deflowering, forced orgasms, self harm (not in the way you might be thinking) & scarification, nonsexual voyeurism, an off screen rape & accompanying aftermath, murder, threats of suicide, and a very apologetic author for taking on another behemoth when she still has works in progress

She’s never worn a piece so fine as her sister’s wedding kimono. 

Bathed in white, the shiromuku settles heavily on her body and soul… A chilling wave passes through her as she stares herself down in the mirror. Crown to cunt, settling deep in her gut. Her nerves are at a fever pitch, threatening to boil over and lash out at any moment.

She hardly recognizes the woman staring back at her. Hardly an easy feat for one such as Eiji. The heavens saw fit to bring flesh to her reflection, one she was forced to protect their whole lives.

On their worst days, Emiko was more her charge than blood. A painful reality for the younger of the two. Years spent in her shadow, ready to strike those that would see her harmed. For flowers so lovely as the twins, it was ugly work in the Red Light District.

No. Her looks were always a matter of contempt rather than ignorance. The bride is abundantly aware of what she looks like.

The palette, however, is new.

A traditional visage for a traditional bride. Something the girls at the brothels were never granted beyond the realm of a marriage born from ashinuke or a buyout.

She couldn’t give into the temptation to touch. She wouldn’t risk damaging the canvas, eyes and lips painted as they were.

There was little need for it before all this. It wasn’t something she ever envied or missed. The closest she came to seeing herself with a full face was her sister. 

Still. Not a trace of either sibling in the looking glass.

Eiji has never looked so beautiful. Nor as frightened.

Even through the beads of sweat lining her temples, she was grateful for the katsura wig concealing her sparse hairs. Remnants of her days in the Sisterhood, her cut had yet to grow past her ears. Her keeper was generous enough to postpone the marriage until after their wounds had healed.

It wouldn’t do for the ruse to end on such a glaring oversight. 

The pins adorning the piece look costly. Too extravagant for one as modest as Sister Eiji. Hazarding a guess, it looked to be worth more than a month’s wages at the brothel.

Cocking her head to the side, her eyes catch on the embroidered flowers that rest upon the uchikake. The sharp angles and thorns give birth to a dangerous suggestion.

“Not enough…”

She gives voice to the intrusive thought before thinking better of it. Seppuku is on the girl’s mind, though she’s not fool enough to follow through. Would that she could and spare herself the devastation of this whole affair.

A delicate touch presses on her shoulder. It’s soft, but there’s an edge… as if the owner doesn’t have the strength for a proper scolding.

“Remember what this is for,” breathes a hushed voice of admonishment. “If I’m to marry him, I’ll never forgive you.”

Standing vigil is her better half. Wrapped in more fabrics than she’s accustomed; her kimono a muted black, with what little she has left of her once prized locs concealed under a zukin. The wimple is an unassuming periwinkle. Nearly so blue as the virgin snow.

While Eiji might dance with the idea, Emiko has every intention of bedding it. Neither sister needs the reminder… 

Even once more and I’ll die. By my own hand if need be.

The threat lingers unspoken between them. Emiko draws back her hand, holding the wataboshi with a white knuckled grip to match. Placing the bridal hood upon her sister’s head, she collects herself with a sniff. 

They meet each other’s gazes in the mirror, color on their lids nearly matching at this point. While one wore rouge, the other bore far less intent. Her eyes are red rimmed from endless days and nights spent sobbing. The anger and resentment, the fear, the loathing—it’ll end her life before the blade has a chance to. 

Placing the bridal hood upon her sister’s head, Emiko nods in approval.

“You’re ready.” Her voice is broken, still shot from the fight. 

Drying the twin tracks running down her cheeks, she lets her go.

No processional. No one to give her away. No tears in tribute.

She doesn’t even see their betrothed until the purification rites. 

For as taboo as it sounds, she doesn’t consider Lord Uzui to be her husband. All the same, she’ll take her sister’s place as his lady wife. She has no choice, not if she wants to keep her alive and unmolested.

It’s all she can do to keep her sister in her prayers as she draws water into the chouyuza’s ladle, washing their sins clean. Twice, in as many hishaku, before rinsing her mouth with a third.

Uzui works himself over in silent tandem. Much as she’s loath to admit it, his refined montsuki haori and golden hakama make the man striking… gorgeous, even. His starlight hair was worn up when last she saw him. And now it rests, barely grazing his broad shoulders. 

This is the closest she’s been to someone of the opposite sex who wasn’t a client. He hardly made a favorable impression to start. She didn’t know him well enough now to gauge his intent. Whether she’s walking into a den of wolves or a field of rabbits strikes her as a mystery she wouldn’t solve until he was already inside her, she’s sure of it.

Their union is a somber affair before the Shinto priest. Intimate. Tense. Almost severe.

The priest gives the blessings. 

With the marriage announcement, Uzui bows where they stand. She realizes too late that she missed the prayers in favor of the mounting anxieties taking root. Nudging her out of her daze, she follows suit. Muscle memory and a lifetime of obedience takes her hand and guides the path before her. 

The saké teases her lips and she finds herself tempted to drink before long. It’s not until passing off the small and medium cup that they are permitted to imbibe. She focuses on her throat, still burning from the alcohol as they move on to the rings. It keeps her present of mind enough to fulfill the task she’s been charged with.

A ring is slid on her finger. His handling isn’t rough with her but he’s hardly gentle. When she does the same, she notes the calluses on his battle-worn hands—a testament to his years spent honing his skills in combat.

The warmth throws her. She stills beneath his touch… Even worse when he’s cast his garnet gaze on her like that. With that smile on his lips, he almost looks fond. He turns her hand over and gives her wrist a small caress, far more tender than he’d been with the rings.

She has the grace to blush. The watashobi only allows her so much coverage from his prying eyes, so she takes advantage where she can. His vows barely register. When it’s her turn, her voice is a hollow echo of the priest’s dictation.

“I will marry this man,” he says.

“I will marry this man.”

“No matter what may come, I will love him, console him, help him. Until death.” 

“No matter… No matter what may come, I will love him. Console him. Help him… Until death.”

“These things, I swear.”

“These things… I swear.”

The shrine maiden presents twin Sakaki branches to the couple. In turn, they place the branches upon the altar. Together they bow twice and clap in quick succession. 

With the stinging of her palms and roar of her ears, it’s over.

It’s finally over.

In every other respect, this is only the beginning.

There was before Tengen… and after.

In another life, she might have been simple… a simple girl of simple means, grown into a simple woman.

What bliss.

No simple girl would ever endure the hand fate had dealt her. They’d never even know it’s touch, let alone see the blow coming.

Back when Eiji had a purpose, she was a nun.

Her mandate was as simple as things went for her. Find your sister, they told her. Find her, mind her. The task proved easier said than done for an Oiran in the brothels of Yoshiwara.

No. If she was anything like the girls to grow up not knowing any better, she’d have thought it a heavenly night. 

The scene was a deep wash of cerulean and coal; falling snow aglow with what moonlight peered behind the kawara roof. A contoured edge ran crisp over the engawa, shadows and flakes stopping in tandem before she could so much as wet her feet.

It was the tenderest mercy she would be afforded in a place such as this.

The languid stream of smoke bled from her lips, too soon to think over another drag as she set her gaze on the abyssal sky.

Her brows furrowed, eyes pleading the heavens for intervention when she couldn’t will the tragic whimpers and panicked groans from breaching the walls.

The only warmth known to her was the burn between her fingers and the fury in her veins, neither poison more bitter than the last. 

If her lungs didn’t fail her, it was bound to be her heart.

After a terribly violent gasp, Eiji tossed the remains of her cigarillo into the mounting snow, the pressing need for quiet far surpassing any desire for escapism. Flush palms ran over the veil concealing her ears. 

Enmeshed in a deathbed of white, the snuffed out embers found themselves buried under the fresh flakes. 

“Stop it.” A whispered bid—painful as it was fruitless. She broke on the words, knowing they’d never reach the bedroom. “Put her out of her misery, damn you.”

If that fucker didn’t come soon, she was going to have to finish the job. Tear the stuck pig limb from limb, out of the frying pan and into the fires of Hell. He would bleed for this.

She wouldn’t betray her vows. She only sought to avenge her sister’s rape. Nothing more, nothing less.

You can’t afford to fall apart. You know she can feel you. You have to be strong for her.

And before she could make good on that promise, there was nothing. Not a breath, not a sound.

The silence was deafening and nearly so oppressive as the screams.

The divine stall, dutifully prostrate before the raging tempest. 

Any relief felt was dead on arrival. She knew better than to get comfortable. Her shoulders were still wound tight as a bow primed for the shot. Tense and waiting. 

Rooms away, Eiji could hear the pleas so viscerally… 

“Eiji—” she cried, her voice a death rattle that cut to the marrow. “Sister… Help me.”

                                 a crash in the distance.

                                 a whisper of fabric on the 

                                 wind. 

                                 the final screams to prelude              

                                 disaster.

The shoji was barely ajar before she’d pushed her way inside. She rushed past the hall of incredulous voyeurs, all with the same questions on their minds and lips.

She didn’t even know where they’d put her tonight. She had to follow the commotion like a dog after a vendor in the streets.

Desperate. Near rabid with its goal to fulfill. Out for blood.

If she centered herself, she could be by her side in an instant.

But her mind was racing. She had no time, no focus. All of her being narrowed on the sole objective of leaving this place for good.

Ashinuke beckoned with an outstretched palm whose finger curled so seductively, there was no need to ask twice.

The door flew open with a shout, “Emiko!”

She surveyed the room. Save the cowering fuck in the corner, it was a barren sight.

Dragging him by the collar of his disheveled robe, she hauled his sweating hull from the ground.

“Tell me where they took her,” she demanded. “I’ll gut you, I swear it.”

He shook beneath her. When the night air kissed the tracks on her cheeks, she didn’t have to look hard. There was a gaping hole in the screen of the shoji, ushering the cold inside.

You cried for me… 

She shook the memory, focusing solely on the path ahead of her. Her entire world fixated on what little she could see from outside the door; a mere pinprick of vision in that busted screen. All she was able to manage were the snapping swords of some third party who’d entered the fray.

The pig squealed, fear coursing through him at the prospect of a fight.

“Useless,” she spat.

Blood came when the words failed him. The blade from her sleeve made fast work of disposing his filth without preamble or mercy.

                                       sank into his ear… 

                                       pull out game for

                                       the gods.

                                       …dragged across 

                                       his throat.

He slumped pitifully at her feet, exsanguinating below her turning frame. She was already following after the chaos—dried her tears and righted the cloth just under her eyes.

The body was still warm as she made for the biting cold.

Eiji sullied the courtyard’s pristine canvas. She ran as fast as her feet could carry her. Didn’t make it very far in the dark; someone flew overhead, missing her entirely. 

What should have urged her all the more only brought her to her knees.

She couldn’t afford to falter like this, not when the wager was her sister’s life. 

“No one’s after you,” she muttered to herself. “There’s no time for this… Get up.”

She had to press on. So why couldn’t she move?

Eiji refused to give way to the fear. Surveying the perimeter, there was little to be done and less to be seen.

It had to be now.

Closing her eyes, she leveled her breath. Slow. Deliberate. 

She emptied her lungs with a hiss in her throat and put her all into seeking Emiko out.

With the rolling of her stomach subsided, she picked herself off the street. 

Nails bit crescent moons into the meat of her palms, arms trailing behind her as she took off into the direction she foresaw. 

She felt her. She saw her in mind’s eye. 

Smelled the cracked wood in the air. Burnt, not yet ablaze. 

Blood… so much blood.

Eiji found her before too long, limbs akimbo under the caved-in front of a vacant business.

Her sister wasn’t alone. Shock coursed through her as she took it all in.

Three women crowded the body. One at her head, keeping her still, as the others made quiet work of removing the debris from her broken form.

She didn’t have to turn to know they were less alone than the moments that had passed. “Is she dead?” The man asked, feckless to a fault.

He was an eager one, wasn’t he. If this had been out of character for the man, if he’d been a stranger to them… surely they would have reacted.

The smallest among the women only threw herself at him with tears in her eyes.

“Lord Tengen,” she sobbed. “We couldn’t find the lair. I’m so sorry.”

He nodded towards Emiko, his eyes never straying from her unconscious frame. “And the girl?”

“An Oiran.” The name fell from Eiji’s lips with the ease and vitriol of a curse, “Kyogoku House.”

Every stranger encountered this night turned to her, suddenly occurring to them she was worth acknowledging at all. Turned on her just as quickly.

“Kakushi are meant to be seen… not heard,” he warned with a snap, all bitterness.

An incredulous echo fell from her lips, “Kakushi?”

He pinned her down, swiftly and effectively cutting the indignant echo from the root.

“Now what did I just say.” 

The man towering over wasn’t asking, not remotely. He looked at her nearly expectant, all but daring her for a response.

Thick arms neutralized the struggle, pressing into her to drive the point home. Voice lowered in tandem with his head, the words in her ears enough to fill her gut with coal. 

“If you’re going to interrupt, at least make it worth my while. Might just be tempted to take matters into my own hands and modify the offense.”

“Don’t. Please… stop. You can’t touch her. Please don’t touch her.”

Eyes fell shut as she laid witness to the swan song rasping from her sister’s bruised lips. 

Tears streamed, hot and itching. Time slowed to a crawl. “Emiko. Forget about me,” she bade. “You have to save your strength.”

Gravel dug into her cheek the rougher he forced her down. A hitch in her breath. Eiji kept her gaze fixed ahead, locked on the carnage. 

The women on assist weren’t concerned with lowering their voices. 

“The hell’s a nun doing in the Red Light District?” 

“You can’t say that in front of her, idiot.”

She burned under the heat of their scrutiny. Even more as his touch grazed her prone form, searching for weapons. It seemed he’d been blessed with brains to match his brawn and beauty after all.

“You’ve got red on you,” he noted. “You must have seen something.”

“Not my blood.” The words ran cold on her tongue. Near metallic as the blood staining her veil. “He’s dead now.”

“And the demon spared you after it fed?”

“Sir, there was no demon.”

He turned her over. Crouched over her thighs, urging her to continue.

“Patron. Something took her and he was a shit witness. I eliminated my sister’s rapist. If you have complaints, I suggest you keep them to yourself.”

“Eliminated, huh?” He pressed, incredulous. His eyes returned to the women tending to Emiko’s injuries. “Don’t suppose she’s one of ours?”

His aubergine companion spoke with unbidden ease. “Lord Tengen.” A pressing gentleness, as if shepherding apoplectic cats in their twilight years rather than the man straddling her. “In polite society, there are certainly ways to extract such information.” 

He eyed her beneath his rippling thighs. Considered the account she’d woven for him. “You really don’t know anything?”

“If I knew what you were talking about, I’d tell you.” She met his gaze, beseeching. “Please, just help my sister. Kill me for my crime if you must, but please… She needs to leave this place.”

When the weight on her thighs was suddenly relieved, she had little time to breathe. He loomed over her, making fast work of tossing her over his shoulder.

“Don’t go getting too dramatic on me, Sister. Isn’t blind faith supposed to be your thing?” He gave her backside a condescending slap before taking off.

Too burnt out from the fight to argue, she merely allowed herself to be lulled by his hellish pace.

She hadn’t slept in so long. The push and pull of the jostle took her back to that day.

Fractured memories of the shore. She was no more than a child then. Now a woman grown, the bitter cold kissed her cheeks.

She looked out on the water’s edge. The drag of the waves. The crash as they touched back down.

Walking into the sea, she collapsed. Falling onto her knees, the water soaked her kimono. She abandoned her zukin, letting the habit drift away. When she looked down, there was an isolated pool of blood.

Her eyes widened, hands shaking as she dragged her touch underneath. The source of the bleed was heavy. She pulled desperately, fighting the mounting tide and her own limitations. 

When it breached the surface, she was loathed to lose her grip.

She knew that face. She wore that face. 

Realization dawned on her and she was all the more desperate to retrieve what the watery grave that saw to claim from her. 

Limp in her arms. On death’s door, if she hadn’t crossed the Sanzu River already. When she opened her eyes, they were worse than void—they were dead.

Eiji woke with a start, her own eyes locked on the ceiling of the infirmary with a scream locked in her throat.

The medical wing remained so unclouded, so quiet, there was a small part of her that considered she might be dead already.

Eyes blinking into consciousness, she wondered to herself how everything got so fucked.

“The prodigal daughter wakes,” came a rasping welcome.

“Emiko!”

She nearly tripped over herself trying to reach out to her; the hand beckoning her closer so small under the covers. 

Closing the distance between them, Eiji was treated to a slap to the cheek. She didn’t even register it at first. Her expression thrown, ears roaring. 

“You’ve killed me, bringing me here.” Her voice was as weak as her will to live. “Good as signed my death warrant, you bitch.”

Eiji stared in shock before it hit her as one thousand blows.

She was asleep.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t protect her. Hell, she was barely able to find her on time. She’d failed her and the burning realization that there might be more threatens to consume her.

“What happened while I was out?”

Emiko turned away with a hiss—either from aching injuries or her own malcontent, she’ll never tell. “You heard what Lord Tengen said,” she groused. “Demons and the like. He works to annihilate them…”

Her throat went dry in an instant. “What?”

“Sissy, I’m tired.”

Already having rolled to her side and brought the bedding past her ears, Emiko’s eyes pooled. She let the tears fall away from view but couldn’t hide the way her shoulders shook.

exhaustion. trauma. betrayal.

Thoughts swirled in a vicious cycle. She was as furious as she was suicidal.

exhaustion. trauma. betrayal.

The unspoken reverie was loud enough to hear even separated from the bond their blood allowed.

exhaustion. trauma. betrayal.

It was all Eiji could do to crawl into bed with her, arms wrapped around her trembling body. 

“Are you more angry that I couldn’t save you… or that I did?”

“Don’t be stupid.” Emiko rolled to face her sister, curling tight against her as a babe to its mother. 

“Too late,” she teased gently. Her voice is gentle as the touch that ran up and down her back. “Then tell me. What is it?”

“Just cursing the heavens for damning us with this face and body. And all the bastards who came before Uzui.”

Eiji kept her eyes on the wavering fist curled around the sterile linens they both wore. Trailing her fingers up her back, she brings her palm to her sister’s hair. Pulled her in close, stroking her scalp. She said nothing, merely gave her the means to speak.

“He’s a Hashira. Former Shinobi, by his own account.”

“Shinobi,” she echoed, incredulous. Aren’t they meant to be a dying breed?

“I can’t deliver on the promise I made. I was coerced into accepting his hand, it was the only payment he wanted…” Emiko kept talking over her, vision clouded as if in a daze. “I couldn’t just let him kill you… we needed safe passage.”

A fresh tremor coursed through her. The sight chilled Eiji’s blood.

Bloodshot eyes nearly so vacant as her dream stared back. She didn’t have to hear it to know. 

“Emiko… look at me.” She was desperate with tears of her own threatening to break.

“I can’t go through this again. I refuse. Even once more and I’ll die. By my own hand if necessary.”

Her head shook, stunned to silence.

“Those women are his wives. Says I should get used to them.”

“I can’t let you go through with this!” She refuted further, “I won’t. Not for my sake.”

Holding her hands flush against her ears, Emiko’s eyes shut. Face twisting in anguish and grief, she pushes away from her. “Sleep first, then dream.”

“I’m not dreaming. I’m pleading… Let me help you.”

“You don’t understand,” Emiko argued. “That night… It left me with scars, scars you haven’t seen. He saw me. He saw all of me.”

Eiji’s face flushed with anger. “He fucked you?”

“No… He only kept me talking while I was bandaged. Said he wants to wait until the wedding night to touch me.”

“Show me,” she insisted. “If he’s seen it, I need to see.”

It’s a beat before either moved, let alone spoke. Eiji pushed herself off the bed to stand on shaky ground. She was wary, but didn’t argue. Her sister looked away in a pastiche of offered modesty.

“You can look,” she prompted, voice faint.

When Eiji returned her gaze, visions of that night returned with a vengeance. 

pierced. mutilated. shattered.

Breaking on a sob, she saw her under the roof collapse so vividly as she did that night.

pierced. mutilated. shattered.

Her sister’s skin was tattooed, marred with the visible representation of her own failure. Hypertrophic scars cut around her waist. A contracture piece gnarled on her back. Superficial grazes claw across her breasts. 

pierced. mutilated. shattered.

She had to avert her eyes, choking on her own shame. She would never forgive herself. 

Head raised to the heavens, she was anywhere else.

“The Madame will never have me back now,” Emiko noted wryly. “At least there’s one good thing out of this mess, even if it won’t last—”

With the shattering of glass, the words died in her throat. It took seconds for her eyes to catch up, watching her sister follow after the broken vase. Eiji was there, already on the ground. There seemed to be no rhyme, reason, nor method to her madness.

“What are you doing?”

She sifted through the rubbish on hands and knees, seeking out the perfect instrument for her needs. She’d have to start soon while the sight was fresh in her mind… The rest were tossed aside.

“I’m not letting you down again.”

“What does that even mean?” She pleaded, “Eiji, stop… You’re scaring me.”

And still, she refused her. Not until hope was secured.

Lord Uzui ushers his bride inside the bedchamber, quickly sliding the door shut behind him.

no prying eyes, no vying wives.

Eiji makes to sit on the marital bed, still lost to the events of the day. It’s an absolute miracle her knees haven’t given out already.

“Not so fast.” 

The command chills her to the marrow. He’s behind her before she can react, let alone flee. Uzui pins her in place, a belt of his corded arms wrapping around her middle. Despite the warmth, she’s frozen in place as she stiffly shies from his touch. 

His voice in her ears only drags her further. “Let me look at you.”

It’s not permission he’s after. He’s taking what he wants tonight.

Kissing down the column of her neck, he gives her tit a rough pinch. The assault punches a groan out of her throat, “Lord Tengen, please.”

“Look at that. My prized whore acting like a virgin for her husband. How quaint is this.”

“I just don’t want to sully the garments.” She pushes past the fear and finds her voice. “With all your wives, I don’t see you stopping at four… who knows when you’ll need it again.”

The man drops his arms. There’s a soft sound, almost muffled. She looks over her shoulder and he’s laughing behind a manicured fist. Her eyes widen, the whiplash becoming all too much to bear.

He watches her, watching him. He doesn’t react to being caught. Doesn’t scold her or tease. Merely lowers his hand, leaving only a seductive beam in its wake as he leans forward to take the wataboshi hood from her head.

His gaze lingers on her lips. Before he thinks to act on base impulse and desires, he turns to place the hood away for safekeeping. She trails after him and shirks off the uchikake, offers him the robe and fan. Fingertips graze, earning a hum of anticipation from her husband.

“If you’d prefer me not to do the rest, I suggest you undress yourself.”

She bows. “Thank you, Lord Tengen.”

“Your respect and frugality are refreshing.” A sigh escapes him. “With any hope, you’ll rub off on the others… In more ways than one, I imagine. And I can imagine quite a lot.”

Her cheeks flush at the suggestion. 

He gropes her ass as he passes, already stripping as he takes his spectator’s seat at the foot of the bed. Uzui watches her as an expectant beast would his prey. She takes a steadying breath when he bids her to start.

Eiji thinks of the shamisen players in the brothels. She wills the strings to the forefront of her mind. Her eyes are closed as she tugs at the knot of her obi-jime… 

No more than a feather on the stream, the silken cord spills to the floor with unbidden ease. 

Her ivory obi joins the pool of fabric at her feet. She gives herself over to the music, abandoning her nerves.

Deftly unfastening the datejime leaves her kimono hanging loose. She sheds the rest like a second skin, stepping out of her confines in only her slip of a nagajuban.

More than a chrysalis. A rebirth.

The juban is her only defense. She knows it’s guileless to hope, to dream. It’s all she could have wanted just to keep her sister from the bedchamber.

No. She will do what needs to be done.

When the last whisper of cloth leaves her exposed, she’s quick to cover herself. A futile gesture born from her days in the convent.

A hand catches her wrist and she’s far too exhausted to fight him. Neither for her body, nor her modesty.

Fingers curl around her own as he guides her to the bed. Pushing her gently, back flush against the futon, he holds her in check with only his right hand; keeping her arms raised so nothing might obstruct his view.

He appraises every inch of her flesh, taking his left to explore with the pad of his touch.

neck and collarbone. sternum. breasts.

Kneading her aching tit, Uzui nods in approval. “Scratches are gone,” he notes. “Didn’t even leave a scar.”

her ribs. her waist. 

He traces the lesion with reverence. “I’m sorry I wasn’t of more use to you then.”

The words tumble from her lips before she can stop them. “You’re blameless,” she says under her breath. 

“Come again?”

“My… my sister. She feels every bit of shame for that night. There’s nothing left. Please don’t trouble yourself.”

Moments pass without a word. Just when she’s about to take it all back, he’s pressing kisses into the worst of it.

Eiji chokes on a whine, eyes widening in shock. “Ah!”

“I think your sister would disagree with you there,” he whispers tenderly against her belly. “I only met her once but she looked like she wanted to kill me for even breathing the same air as you.”

Her heart stutters in her chest, conflicted between the sensations roiling through her and the threat of being found out. She keeps her mouth shut. Neither pleasure nor information would pass her lips. Not when she’s come so far… 

She would not let her down again.

Once she found the ideal shard of glass, she made fast work of undressing herself.

“What are you going to do?” Emiko asked desperately.

Eiji walked to her sister’s bedside. She caressed her face. “I’m going to protect you.”

She returned to her own bed, drawing the curtains around her.

Before she lost her nerve, she pressed the glass into herself. She kept digging the piece further inside until she was certain it would take.

She ignored the cries and pleas of her sister. She had to do this. She had to make this right.

With a trembling fist curled around the bloodied glass, she took a leveling breath. 

“Once more,” she urged herself.

She dragged the piece along her back, piercing herself to the hilt. Eiji didn’t need a reference to know. She’d never forget for as long as she lived… It would take her a great deal longer to forgive herself.

Falling to her knees, she curled in on herself… With her body shaking from the shock of it, the deed was finally done.

“Never… Never…”

He laps at the trail of pink with his lips, relishing what reactions slip past her schooled features.

“Even still, it’s healed up nicely,” Uzui remarks, dragging her back with him. “Clean margins, not a trace of infection.”

“You certainly know your way around a battered woman.”

“If you recall, my girls are former Kunoichi. Scars are a part of the work culture… You’ll fit in perfectly, my little prize.”

Eiji masks her disgust with a breathy titter. “And here I thought I’d scared you away,” she quips.

“Thought or hoped?”

With those three little words, the room chills around her. She won’t allow herself to falter.

“I am but a traumatized woman.” A dangerous answer to feed a dangerous question. “You don’t think they're mutually exclusive?” 

He bullies her legs open with the mass of his bicep. Abandoning her arms, he locks her in place with a firm hold on her hip. Rakes his nails against the meat of her thigh, all too quick to soothe the path with his tongue, just as before.

“Answer me,” he growls against her.

Before she can think better of it, she pushes against his shoulder. He buries his face in her cunt, undaunted by her silent protests. 

One swipe of his tongue and she’s gone.

“I… I thought!” Her thighs tighten around him, despite herself. “We had—ngg! We had a… a deal—”

A harsh slap to thigh has her opening back up for him. She stifles a cry behind a shaking palm. He carries on batting at her clit in rapid succession, her groan turning helpless when he buries himself past his knuckles. 

Two fingers with a wail on the third, too thick as they scissor inside.

She’s anywhere else.

The cacophony of noises bleeding from her lips has her mind racing in tandem with her pulse.

Unrelenting pleasure. Blinding sin.

He makes quick work slinging her legs over his shoulders. Colors her thighs with his affections, cups her cunt. She jerks further into the assault.

Propping himself on the balls of his feet, he suckles his fingers. Uzui laves up the juices, savoring every morsel of her essence. 

“And you’d never do anything to rescind a deal, would you, sweet Emiko.”

She doesn’t answer, doesn’t dare dignify him with a response. If Uzui wants to go fishing, he can drown in her silence for all she cares.

Slow to start, he presses down and teases her all the more. Middle finger lapping her juices, he fucks them deeper every time. His wrist twists without resistance. It’s all she hears. He latches onto her clit, a steady staccato of tongue and teeth with his forearm shining with sweat and her own wetness.

Bracing for the forced release, she maintains a white knuckle grip on the sheets beneath her.

Thighs shaking. Stomach tensing. But it’s over before she can fall over that razor thin edge.

He pulls out without mercy, without warning. She sobs at the loss, sweat beading along her temples and brow.

Uzui takes his time spreading her lips, appreciating her cunt twitching around nothing apart from a watchful eye and wandering touch to match. He slaps her tit, diving back into the fray. She’d scream if she thought it would help.

She’s never felt anything like it. 

His nose prods her clit while he gives her a tongue lashing she’s never known. He laps up her juices like a condemned man drinking his last.

Hooking his fingers, Eiji sees white. She came under him and he fucked her right through it, fingering her while spreading his idle hand over her middle. His pinky caresses her scar with such care, almost worship.

It takes her far too long to register he’s been grinding into her splayed thigh.

He’s hot on her bare skin, heavy and thick… She doesn’t have to see him to know.

As if he can read her trepidation like a damn book, he takes her hand and drags it encouragingly over his cock. “You can touch,” he offers.

She says nothing, denying him all the more. Pushing against his advances, she means to end this encounter. Any longer, she fears he may see fit to fuck her into the little hours.

He pushes her back no less than three times before relenting. Fed up with her efforts, he scoffs angrily. “Should’ve brought Suma in to sit on your face,” he laments, all petulance.

Tossing her over his shoulder, he settles her before the bureau. 

“Hands against the wood,” he instructs her curtly, nodding where he wants her. Damn bastard’s already slotting a knee between her legs. “Forearms, too.”

When she does so, he roughly forces her back into an arch. Eiji hears the whistle of the strike before the pain registers. Feels the dresser’s chill graze her nipples before the burn on her bottom. She grits her teeth, detaching herself from the scene.

His touch roves across the handprint left behind before drawing back to hit her again.

Appreciating the canvas before him is a short lived reward.

One hand with an iron grip on her chin forces her attentions. He pinches and gropes what he can reach with the other, the taunting lilt of his voice never leaving her.

“Open those eyes.” The order sends tingles down her spine. “Let me see my gorgeous bride.”

Another thrashing leaves her crying out. He tightens around her jaw, tears flowing freely now.

She does as he commands, her deep brown gaze at last meeting his scrutiny.

It’s when she catches sight of herself in the mirror that her resolve nearly crumbles at his fingertips.

where did emiko end…

                                      …where did eiji begin?

He takes her in his arms, flush against her back as he cages her against the dresser. Uzui sucks a bruise just under her ear, his eyes never leaving the mirror. He feeds his cock inside her, ears singing with every scratch of her nail against the wood. 

A rough gasp tears its way through her. Eiji remains frozen to his whims as he callously fills her to the hilt. Barely four thrusts as he meets no resistance.

He can’t help but groan at the sight of her. 

Stuck-still, she’s too shocked to move, to speak or breathe. 

It’s not long before he tires of her cockwarming and his grunts fill the room with a renewed pace. One sharp snap begot the rest and her cunt fell so tight around him.

He sets a punishing staccato, the sounds of them filling the room in a symphony gone wrong. Coaxing the cries from her, Uzui kept pushing and pushing… bottoming out until he was coming apart himself. 

“How can a whore like you be so damn tight,” he murmurs, nearly slurring his abuses. “All that work getting you open? What a waste…”

Beads of sweat make a mess of his forehead, the silver strands of his hair catching on his skin. She flushes beneath him as he nears his release.

“Keep those eyes on me,” he commands. “I want you to see who’s making you come.”

She holds more than her will as she looks at her husband. She holds her contempt. Her rage… Her every motive and intent. That’s why it’s such a shock to them both when she meets him thrust for thrust for thrust. 

even as the wooden borough grates against the floor and wall. even as he works his spit inside her asshole.

“Fucking close—”

He throws his head back with a trembling exhale and stuttering hips. Eiji’s unbidden wails fall on deaf ears as he spills his seed.

His shaking breath echoes off the walls in a strange marriage of ecstasy and quiet discontent. Would that he could, he’d stay buried inside her forever. 

Uzui pulls out with a hiss, beyond loath to leave her pristine warmth. Releasing her, his gaze falls to their combined fluids trailing down her legs. He spreads her cheeks, reveling in the sight of his debauched bride.

Spent. Humiliated. Done. Eiji rests her weary head against the wood, between her trembling hands.

No blood, she relishes inwardly… with Lord Tengen none the wiser, Eiji has fulfilled her duty. If there was a shadow of a doubt, it’s gone now. He wouldn’t find proof of her innocence. It was gone by her own hand the day she gave herself her sister’s scars. 

Kisses press against her spine, all the way down to her tailbone. He massages her bruised and bruising flesh while huffing in the musk of their consummation. She twitches under his watchful eye and it’s all the prompting he needs to dive back in for seconds, albeit gently this time.

The deft tongue that pleasured her is the deft tongue that cleans her. She doesn’t shy from it this time. He feels the stark contrast as she bears down on his face, grunting his approval as he lazily stokes himself.

It’s not just for her benefit. Tengen knows that despite the closed doors, this intimate moment was always going to be shared.

Not his wives. Not even the heavens.

He knows the nun is sitting vigil at this exact moment, waiting outside those very doors to tend to her battered sister.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure that was her role back in Yoshiwara. Poor girl’s never known the touch of a man, has never come apart by another’s tender care… judging by her disdain that night, she’d likely only ever heard the shameful encounters of brutes and bastards. 

Who was he to deny her? To deny either of them?

If the Sister wanted a show, he’d give that holy voyeur the most flamboyant fucking of her damned life.

Emiko sits beneath a wash of indigo, the stars shining bright enough to spite her. She wrings her hands, anxiously praying he’d be done with her soon. The sun was barely set when they arrived back from the ceremony… He’s had her in there for hours.

It’s all she can do to pray he’d leave her soon enough.

“Stop it.” The familiar prayer falls from her lips, a hush of a bid. She broke on the words as her sister had done so many nights. “Put her out of her misery, damn you.”

In the quiet isolation of the veranda, the only voyeur is the moon above. Emiko weeps for her sister. She weeps for herself.

No one will mind. No one is around to hear it.

[theextratreefairy]

Do you think you could write something about yandere tengen from demon slayer? I’m obsessed with him!

Same, honestly he and his wives can step on me and I would apologize, I would basically write anything for him. Since it was unclear if you also wanted the wives, I chose to write a meeting scene with yandere tengen Warnings: yandere, kidnapping, reader is weak compared Tengen, Reader curses like a sailor. Reader is fembodied but uses they/them pronoun. It's the first time I'm writing tengen, so please excuse my writing, gimme some advice and if you want some more. I headcannon that everybody in Tengen relathionship love each other, because thats how I view healthy poly relathionships. (All partners love each other and chose to be together)

A destined meeting

"You dropped this, my dear lady." Reader turned around as they were tapped on their shoulder. A man was holding out a packet of dried flowers that were wrapped in their handkerchief. "Thank you." Reader said curtly as the man looked hungerly at Reader. "My name is Uzui Tengen, what's yours?" Tengen questioned trying to engage in a conversation, Reader not wanting to be rude they answered: "My name is Reader, I use gender neutral terms."

"Oh my, I apologize." Reader took the dried flowers back and gave a polite smile. "It's quite alright, you didn't know." Tengen smiled brightly at Reader. "Could I perhaps treat you to a meal to make up for it?"

"Ah, it's really not a big deal, it's not like I am walking around with a sign saying I'm gender neutral." Reader tried as they waved their hands infront of them defensively. Tengen grabbed their hands and smiled brightly once again. "It's quite alright! To be honest, I hate eating alone, it would be a favor towards me really."

"Alright then." Reader relented, they couldn't say no to such a confession. "Arigato!" Tengen shouted happily and guided them to a small pop-up restuarant.

And with that Reader was now in a restuarant with Tengen. The two were eating in silence, Tengen asked a lot of personal questioned and they answered them honestly. But for some reason, it seemed like Tengen already knew those answers. "I got three wives." Tengen told Reader when Reader asked him about his family. "Wow, that's wow, how would they feel about you eating with me?"

"They wouldn't mind." Tengen answered. "They would most likely be excited."

"How come?"

"They want a new friend and a new added one to our relathionship." Tengen answered. "Ahh." Reader replied nodding, trying to shake the creepy feeling coming up. "Would you perhaps feel more comfortable meeting my wives?"

"I suppose, but it's not like we'll meet often, since you just wanted someone to eat food with." Reader rambled trying to get out of that.

"But my dearest Reader, this was a destined meeting."

"What?" Reader now couldn't shake this feeling. It was a feeling of danger. Tengen engulfed Reader in a hug and they felt a prick in their neck. They tried to push away but felt numb, their body was weaker then before. "Don't worry, me and my wifes will take care of you my dear."

[yanderefictinallove]

GORE/KINKTOBER

Day 1 : Yandere! Tengen Uzui+Wives Modern day AU

Tounge cutting/ Unfair

Warning ⚠️ this includes, cutting off tounges, sexual themes, rape, gore, blood.

This story is recommended for disrespectful teens like me..so yeah keep that in mind, my adult readers are welcome too

Rated: T+

"Ple-!!!!!" Hinatsuru, kept you still. As you thrashed around and screamed, your 'husband' kept carving his name into you as your 'wives' were undressing you, and getting themselves undressed.

Uzui just shushed you, as if he totally is not cutting deep into your leg. Makeing scars, as you were being held down, u were hungry, sleepy, and scared. All you did was ask when you could return home.

That upset them, it pulled a triger deep inside the Uzui's minds. You had been trapped in the house scince you can first remember, you thought you could trust them at first, but, you were horribly wrong. You first came inside the house when they came to your aid because you were severely injured.

They tended your wounds, fed you, and nursed you back to health, but when it was time to go, they flipped.

Your days there were hell, you got foeced into marriage, and had been forcefully touched in places you didn't wanna be, they made you do things you didn't wanna do....you can still remember it....

"Ah, yes! Y/n, just like that..."

The horror....

"C'mon one more round"

The hatred

"Yes! I can see your body twitching"

The pain.....

"Good girl, take it all"

The pain........

The pain.....

THE PAIN.......

Stop......please........stop.....i'll..stay.......i swear.

...you was brought back to reality, even if you could reson with them, you can't, you have not been able to for 2 years.

You see....

........

.................

........you have no tounge

It was taken from you, the first time you begged to see the sky again, you didn't ask to leave, you just wanted some fresh air, but that upset them. Oh well, better keep that opinion of yours locked away.

"Now that thats done, time for a little fun" Tengen said, as he was undressing himself, you Started tobpanic again, trying to say something, but you can't. How could you....

Moans and grunts and wimpers echoed throughout the room, you haven't came once...at the moment Hinatsuru was rubbing her clit on yours, she was enjoying herself, but you had lost the ability to feel sexual pleaseure so all you do is stare at the wall.

As she kept grinding you look up and think, not about anything particular but about how this all could have been avoided.

Why did you let them take care of you? why are the so obsessed with you? why can you not see daylight again? When will you see daylight again?

All this has no answer....oh welll.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Welp thats day one out of the way ima keep updating till i get to today. Got any kink/gore requests

[berristreasuredlibrary]

Can you imagine...Yandere!Tengen?

TW:obsessive behavior, ulterior motives, yandere themes, manipulation, fear, abuse of power (goes with manipulation), predator/prey "dynamic" (reader is chased), mentions of a future family, demons, suggestive (Tengen is a cheeky little shit <3)

Best-friend!Tengen who loves to train with you. He always makes sure his training equipment is in pristine condition when he hears you’re coming over.

Best-friend!Tengen who pushes you past your limits, refusing to hold back on you because “how else will you get strong and flashy?”

Best-friend!Tengen who hardly breaks a sweat when training with you, but lives for the not so subtle glances you make at his toned body when he undoes the buttons of his uniform.

Best-friend!Tengen who uses his extraordinary strength to pin and maneuver your smaller frame, always surprising you with just how quick he can be despite his broadness.

Best-friend!Tengen who grins so widely when you squirm underneath him, flat on your tummy with your arms pinned above you.

Best-friend!Tengen who struggles to contain a deep, throaty groan when your ass wiggles against cock. Biting his cheek and grinning when you squeak from surprise at more of his weight being put upon you.

Best-friend!Tengen who loves listening to you rant about him. How he’s helped you grow so much, how his training is difficult but oh so worth it, but his favorite thing to hear is your rapid heartbeat, thundering so loudly each and every time you speak so well of him.

Best-friend!Tengen who comes to you with a new training plan, some form of a chase, tag was it?

Best-friend!Tengen who gives you a generous head-start, he wants you to give it your all! He even brought you to an unfamiliar area so neither of you have an unfair advantage and you can practice your skills at the same time.

Best-friend!Tengen who waits, he gives you a full minute before he takes off in the direction he last heard you go in.

Best-friend!Tengen who catches up with you in no time, but he stays back, choosing to watch you instead.

Breaking!Best-friend!Tengen who relishes in the rapid thump thump thump of your heart, your shallow breaths, despite having mastered Total Concentration Breathing Constant, because you’re scared.

Breaking!Best-friend!Tengen who watches you become more and more panicked the more and more you get lost, your heartbeat and breaths increasing in speed.

Yandere!Best-friend!Tengen who “finds” you when the sun starts to set, he doesn’t want you fighting demons yet.

Yandere!Best-friend!Tengen who gathered all the information he needed, and more, in just one “training session”.

Yandere!Best-friend!Tengen who carries you back to his estate, loving the way you feel in his arms, and knowing his plan is going exactly the way he wants it to.

Yandere!Best-friend!Tengen who spent months gathering demons, from every mission he was sent on, and putting them into mountain, whose base was surrounded by wisteria tree, ensuring their captivity.

Yandere!Best-friend!Tengen who built a wonderful house for you to live in with him, also surrounded by wisteria trees, he wants you and his future family safe after all.

Yandere!Best-friend!Tengen who now knows how long you’ll run for before fear overtakes you and you give up in a panic.

Yandere!Best-friend!Tengen who also knows that with the addition of demons you’ll never leave him, you won’t be able to run, the demons ensure your captivity.

After all, that’s why Yandere!Best-friend!Tengen came up with the chase, don’t you know?

[coralineotaku]

Estrelas

Conta que eu traduzi: tumblr married-to-google-translater

𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹𖧹•𖧹

Oh, a primeira vez que você faz isso você assusta todos eles realmente.

A princípio, eles pensaram que você havia escapado e começariam a procurá-lo.

Eventualmente, Hinatsuru encontra você sentado no telhado.

Ela vai arrastá-lo de volta para dentro rapidamente.

Por dentro, Tengen e sua esposa estão muito zangados e desapontados.

Suma com certeza choraria...Todos acreditam que você tentou escapar.

E no início, é muito difícil fazê-los acreditar no contrário.

Se você tivesse se comportado por muito tempo, Uzui seria mais misericordioso com você.

Embora a palavra "liberdade" o deixe um pouco irritado.

Claro que você pode ir ao telhado para ver as estrelas.

Contanto que você diga a ele ou à esposa dele e segure-os pela mão o tempo todo.

Essa é a única coisa que ele exige de você.

Dessa forma, eles podem garantir que você nunca tente deixá-los.

"Querida, você não precisa de liberdade, isso só vai te machucar. perdido desta forma novamente."

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Would it be possible to see a Part 2 of the Tengen x Male Reader?

Yandere Uzui Tengen & his wives Pt.2

Part 1

“Is this the darling you spoke about in your letter?”

“He really is a weakling! No worries, we can fix that up right away!” 

*PUNCH* “OW!”

“Oh no!!! They can’t even withstand that?! They would have been a goner if it weren’t for you Tengen-sama!” 

Immediately Makio and Suma are the ones to smother you right away

Already falling in love from the various letters Tengen sent your arms act as the rope they play tug-of-war with

“LET. GO. SUMA!”

“NO!!! HE’S GIVING ME A MASSAGE! YOU CAN’T TAKE HIM AWAY! HINA WAHHHHH!!!”

Hina is slower to fall

She’s hesitant at first, acting as a mediator for her other squabbling wives

But as she watches you try to escape when either Suma or Makio chase each other off or fall asleep she starts to realize something 

You were so helpless 

Completely unable to sense her as she followed you from the treeline

You didn’t even notice that she was the one who shucked a shuriken into your leg

So she sat in the tree watching you writhe in pain before attempting to limp a little while more

She’ll eventually scold herself before flinging a rock at one of your pressure points

She’ll bridal style carry you back to the house 

Back to the crying and frantic Suma and Makio

“Oh we were just playing! Poor (Y/n) didn’t realize how much rougher I play, though.”

They’ll accept that going right back to smothering you aggressively as before

When you finally get some time alone with Hina you hesitantly ask:

You were laid on an elevated bed surrounded by pillows with your leg raised. Moments ago you were juggling Makio and Suma’s attention as they each tried to play nurse as it was only an hour since you awoke. It was alarming to wake up to a bunch of women holding you down as they pulled a ninja star out of your calf. The attention, if you could call relentlessly whining that, afterwards was less than wanted. Thankfully at Hinatsuru’s suggestion Makio and Suma fought with each other to get out the door to fetch some herbs for your soup. 

“W-why didn’t you tell them?”

“I think you’re just a little…confused. Tengen mentioned you’d make concerning choices.” 

She poured a kettle of tea with a chuckle; sighing in the scent of the herbs before coming closer to your nightstand. 

“Hehe, I almost didn’t believe what made Uzui attracted to you…but now I can see–”

Placing the tea on the nightstand while she talked she paused to cup your jaw in her soft but firm grip. Tilting you towards her face as she leaned in towards you smiling all the while.

“-why Tengen-sama chose you.” *Chu*

Pulling away to see you fluster at the simple peck completely unprepared for the absolute devouring of your mouth that would follow. Taking advantage of your shock she pressed harder against your jaw opening it wide enough to let her shove as much of her mouth on yours. Sucking on your tongue and licking your teeth; tasting as much of your mouth as possible before running out of breath. Finally she pulled away.

You could see the red flush dance across Hina’s lovesick face only emphasized by the connecting thread of spit hanging on her pink lips. It is then that you register the labored shuffling that was made by Makio and Suma as they fought to deliver their herb first. Before they could come trampling into the room Hina tucks a strand of hair behind her ear walking back into the kitchen leaving you embarrassed and left to regain your composure as they latched onto you again. You sighed before thanking them both by patting their heads which saved you from their nails digging into your arms as they excitedly brought their finds to Hinatsuru. 

“Tengen-sama will be so happy that we helped!”

“Y-yeah and t-then I can sing (Y/n) to sleep!”

“You can't sing! If you mean whining then sure.”

“Hey! Yes I can!!!”

“No you can’t!”

As Makio’s volume increased and Suma’s defense turned into crying, you found yourself drifting to meet the still smiling eyes of Hinatsuru. You wonder if this is what Tengen meant when they were ‘taking it easy’.

[ms-fade]

So imagine…

Yandere!Tengen&Wives, Suma x reader. (+18 drabble)

You being the lover of tengen & his wives, who all love you just the same. You being their baby who they would do anything for and they love babying you, can’t even lift a finger without their say so. They are protective, obsessed with you so much you can’t leave their side, or the house without them. So you always are sucking on Hinatsuru tits because it’s relaxing and she loves it so much, always brushing your hair back and lets you fall asleep. Or how you always cuddle in the girl’s chest if you sleep or just lay down because they are so soft and big, perfect for a pillow to cuddle. But you’ve only ever sucked Hinatsuru’s.

Until one day when the others left to do some errands and you had to stay home because you were sick. Suma stayed back with you for some alone time and she loved it so much, just cuddling you in bed all morning with no one else. Suma always was jealous when you would cling to Hinatsuru, but felt bad for saying anything. But she often wondered if she wasn’t good enough. But every ounce of doubt left her mind when you looked up from her arms, eyes half closed with a shy look in your face.

“May I suck your breast?” Asking so politely and shyly, she almost cried of excitement. She undid her nightgown and slipped it down for you to have full access to her chest. Pride filled her body when your eyes light up and grabbed ahold of her nipple with your soft mouth. Her small moans left her lips when you licked them and sucked them softly. All she could do was lay there and watch you work yourself back to sleep, using her as comfort. “My sweet baby.” She stroked your hair and wished to never let you go.

Suma day dreamed about it from that moment, always thinking of your cute lips wrapped around her nipples. When the others came home she was upset they screamed and almost woke you up, until they got in the bedroom and saw her glaring at them with a finger on her mouth. They all coo’ed at how cute you looked holding onto her waist and knocked out asleep with just a peaceful expression with her boob in your mouth. Hinatsuru wasn’t jealous but rather glad she could experience the feeling.

Makio however was jealous that she was the only one not to have her tits sucked by you and wanted to wake you up just to do so. She was pouting and crossing her arms the whole day and got snappy. Tengen laughed and patted her head telling her that it will happen one day because you’re always staring at their chests, even his. Suma bragged about it to Makio and got hit because she was so mad about it, but in the end you just loved all their boobs so much.

(I just really love boobs and woman, had a dream about just laying in them for comfort. Suma deserved some love)

[yandere-kokeshi]

yandere uzui with a reader who really really enjoys how big he is. like. his hands, his chest, the works.

Warnings: slight hint at sexual content.

A/N: this is amazing. I love you anon!

“They’re all yours to touch! Although may I touch yours, please?”

He's already prideful enough about his muscles and strength so seeing you so obsessed with them makes him pretty much more excited; more so allows him to brag about it more often than he normally would.

Whenever you decide to squeeze his chest or forearms, he smirks and immediately starts teasing you. Before plopping you down onto his lap and whispering ‘so not dirty’ words into your ears.

Uzui will purposely rub against you or do certain things to show how muscled he is. Whether that’s carrying buckets of water over his shoulders, flexing in front of you or simply grabbing your hips and saying ‘excuse me’ when he passes by you; he wants to see you flushed or simply simping over him.

This also goes along the lines of allowing you to hang from him like a tree branch, picking you up over his shoulder, or simply giving you a piggyback ride. Uzui loves to show off, so seeing that you can dangle from his arms makes him feel incredibly lucky.

Since you like his hands so much, he will purposely grab your hands and squish them with his; making sure to measure them and say “You’re so small! How are you so cute?”

Because of the way you adore him, he expects for you to allow him to touch you. While he does love feeling you massage his muscles and coo’ at him, Uzui also likes holding your love-handles and giving you hickeys; watching them appear on your delicate, soft skin.

Expect Uzui to run around shirtless/or barely wearing any clothes. He likes seeing you stare at him, while he works out or simply does everyday chores. He may or may not suggest you also get slightly undressed for certain occasions… ;)

Both he and the girls are laughing at your simpness, which they all do the same (especially Suma)! How could you not look at him and immediately drool?

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