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WELCOME TO OUR SERIES / PART 13/ SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA PART 1

Guys...Tumblr issues...I'm editing after posting. In a while ( I hope) it's all done...

Thank you for the support to the series, I appreciate lots n lots your love, feedbacks, likes, reblogs and everything else. Feel free to interact. And for the ones who made the requests, I'm working on it, just college taking more from me, but I liked of many, very nice, original and fun requests!

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

Tumblr issues again guys so here it's the rest of this fic!

PART 2

Shinazugawa has an Ohagi in his hand, which you as a kiosk attendant gave him a sample, since he had been standing there for a long time looking for dessert. "- Ahnm, Sir, do you want a sample? He is surprised by your words, before in another reality, Sanemi is brought back. "- No, I have enough money to buy it." He says without looking at you. "- I know Mr. This one seems to be your favorite, as you are a regular customer, this is just a thank you for the preference." You said, simply ignoring Shinazugawa's arrogance, as you realized that he was someone with a strong and even unpleasant personality, but he was also a good customer. He was surprised and grateful. You smile in return. That Ohagi, didn't come free to Shinazugawa. Your smile was like a light that burned the corneas of the pillar of the wind. He, for a moment, felt embarrassed by the way he talked to you. Looking at the Ohagi in his hand and you who went back to work, he found himself wondering how someone who was treated in such a way could be kind to him. Your work ends. You take off your cap, releasing your hair and your coat that hides your forms but your figure is revealed, and so you go on eager to get home. Your walk is carefree, and you hum a song. Your steps are uncompromised, but those behind you are not. Shinazugawa is following you. He watches you like a scanner. You radiate grace wherever you go, and your radiant mood is something he secretly and even unconsciously adores. Your thigh-length dress sways in the gentle breeze, and along with it is Sanemi's swaying beats, which intensify to a tremendous level as she sees you bend over to pet a dog in the street. Your kindness with the little animal and the parts that your dress reveals, makes Sanemi go from the pale tone that she has to a red, similar to a cherry compote.Your journey continues, you arrive at your house, your stalker soon discovers that you live alone and starts watching your daily activities. In the eyes of the apparently insensitive pillar of the wind, we discover that he only has the appearance of being indifferent. Carefully, you are scrutinized. When you wash the dishes, when you sit down to read a book and when you get out of your refreshing bath, letting Shinazugawa's imagination run wild until he no longer needs to imagine.The piece that took the moisture from your body and hair needs to be replaced by clothes, undoing the knot, and slightly unrolling your body. Shinazugawa is an oasis. Nothing ever so beautiful was seen by those watchful, mesmerized eyes. He gasps. The air just doesn't get into the lungs of the poor man you are torturing y/n. He feels he should go out and not do this, but he can't help his state is perplexed and paralyzed. You finally let Shinazugawa blink, but to make him even more desperate, the lotion you're massaging your body makes him transcend into another universe. Your hands running through your own curves is the most indescribable sensation that Shinazugawa could experience. You being the source of such a hallucination we can conclude that he will not keep his wits after that. He returns home. And after taking out all the frustration of not having you in the arms of the poor oni who crossed the path of the skillful pillar, he gives himself to the requests of the incessant desires for your possession. After a few days, he comes back to "buy ohagi" from your special kiosk. You caught Shinazugawa measuring you from top to toe. "- This kiosk has wonderful desserts I must say, but there's a special one that I need to try." He says swallowing you with his eyes. "- Oh, and what would Mr. we may arrange for you." With a smirk he responds. "-Don't worry about it, I'll explain how, by the way, you already have all the ingredients." Distracting you with small talk until nightfall, Shinazugawa finally takes action. You close everything and go with Shinazugawa, who offers to accompany you this time. A few steps and a cloth with a strong smell is placed in your nostrils... ( Continued, you can check right now on the link above)

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aot boys as twitter’s ‘my queen memes’

EREN JAEGER: i lost a queen once….

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN: if u wanna know how the queen is doing, check in the mirror, baby <3

ARMIN ARTLET: hey guys, check in on your queen today :)

CONNIE SPRINGER: idc nicki minaj is still my queen

ERWIN SMITH: The queen dying made me realize I never treated you like the royalty you are. You’re my queen and if you would give me a chance…

LEVI ACKERMAN: ur queen is dying, my queen is thriving

REINER BRAUN: my queen’s throne is my face.

FLOCH FORSTER: scrolling thru twt today,,,, and i realised how much i mistreated u my queen…. you are always in my thoughts

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MY B0YFR1END >> Y0UR$ ft. eren Jaeger.

PA1R1NG$: boyfriend! eren jeager x fem! reader.

C/W: overstimulation, mentions of oral (f. receiving), creampie, kinda sensitive! eren, sub/Dom dynamics, mentions of rough sex, fingering, praise kink, very cold & mean eren, overprotective eren, short n’ sweet.

N0TE. this is so short, like at least 300+ words :c

boyfriend! eren who‘s always so cold & mean to you, never giving you attention unless you beg and plead for it but also he‘s one of the best boyfriend‘s anyone might ask for, there are many reasons why;

001. he‘s actually very soft & nice to you.

002. he‘s very overprotective over you & hates it when any guy—looks or talks to you, if he saw you talking to just one guy, just so you know it won‘t end so well.

003. eren is actually very good at fucking, you love how he fucks you so fast & rough—not caring if he‘s hurting you or not, just focusing on himself. that is if he wasn‘t in a good mood, but when he‘s actually in a good mood, boyfriend! eren fucks you so soft & gently<3 like you‘re something that would break so easily if he went rough on you, boyfriend! eren who always washes you with praises, when you‘re sucking his cock, when his eating you out, when he‘s fucking you, all the fucking time—eren would be throwing & washing you with praises.

boyfriend! eren who likes to act tough & insensitive when in reality he‘s the softest guy ever, so sensitive & soft. boyfriend! eren who as soon as he sinks his fat cock inside your tight hole—would start letting out choked moans & whimpers, “fuckkk” always following by.

boyfriend! eren who cums in only a couple of seconds—your cunt too fucking tight & warm for his own well being, sniffing his moans back as he cums so deep inside your walls.

boyfriend! eren who‘s always so soft after cumming though he‘s aware of you not finish—not being able to get an orgasm out of you because of how fast he came, so he either fingers you till you cum at least five times on his fingers or will eat you out till you start crying & begging him to stop because of how overstimulation you got. this is just the way boyfriend! eren apologizes for being a shitty boyfriend who didn‘t make his girlfriend cum on his cock.

boyfriend! eren who‘s just the perfect boyfriend ever—you‘re so happy to be the one who has caught his eyes, to be the one who he fell in love with. you love love your boyfriend, so much <3.

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i also saw that you love to write romance, full of hugs and kisses heheh could you write one for eren with hange's younger sister? thank you!! ❤️

Hiii, yeahhhh, romance it's my thing, love fluffy and these things 😈😈😈 and this one will be an intense fluffy ☺ hope you like, thank you your request my dear!

EREN YEAGER x HANGE'S YOUNG SISTER

Eren has always had to put up with Hange's great energy, that doesn't mean he has any personal issues with her, but Hange has a unique way of expressing her passion for discoveries in relation to titans and also scientific themes. But anyway Hange has been always focused on making decisions.

But for you, the younger sister, Hange is a reference, although you are a little more reserved compared to her. A person that you heard talk about but never could see before, enters the place where some titans are imprisoned, unlike Hange would do, you keep a safe distance from them.

You wanted to fight side by side with those of the elite team, but Hange and Levi only allowed you to help in the research, not that you hated it, because in your genes the love of science was intrinsic, but focused on your activities did not notice the entrance. from a stranger. In fact, many would be strangers to you.

Then others from Eren Yeager's corpses put their feet where you're working. They got the information that Hange had a younger sister just seconds before a guard opened the door. Upon entering, not only are the titans objects of analysis, but so are you.

They expected extremely excited behavior like Hange's. But you, after politely greeting everyone, begin to explain your findings with focus. Everyone was silent, but a hand went up to ask you a question. As you look at the individual who desires more knowledge, can't help, you are for sure distracted for a moment. The contrast of green eyes like the rarest emeralds seriously staring at you, like precious stones that can only be seen and not acquired, like inside a safe, which would keep something of great value, and brown hair with various shades of brown that invite you to think about the most varied species of the palette that would adorn a forest, between the green of the leaves and the strong and beautiful trunk of the trees. The hairs are slightly grown past the jaw height of the talented and famous one the attacking titan, which you can only so far hear about.

"- Hi Miss y/n, my question is, can you figure out how to reverse this situation? I heard you were working on something like this." Eren asks objectively and clearly.

You've actually been focusing more on this issue, which is related to the titans, so it's intriguing that he's questioned the topic.

Your masterful explanation of your reversal serum development theory surprises everyone. "- I hope to at least get close to Mr. Yeager. Actually It would help if you could collaborate with the research, your hybrid status as human and titan could give us a direction."

Eren was unsure about such discovery and now for the first time, he sees a new hope rise. The fate he saw could be pure chaos. And now, you present a new perspective on everything, a hope that before was just impossible to him." - Of course." He replies.

Sure that he wants the advancement of such a theory, even though everyone around you thinks it's impossible. Eren's entire team withdraws, but he decides to stay. "- Can we start?" He offers.

You didn't think Eren wanted to contribute so soon, even more so given the stance he had at the beginning. "- That would take time Mr. Yeager. It would take many hours today."

"- Whatever is necessary, this is my priority from now on. Before, Eren saw a dark future for himself, but at least he would guarantee the salvation of his beloved friends, but with that, the scenario could changed drastically. The idea of making fate himself, matches with Eren's stubborn attitude, and you brought it.

Eren was wary at first thinking that like Hange, during the tests you'd be inconvenient. But your calm in dealing with him makes a comfortable silence invade the enclosure."

- Excuse me Mr. Yeager." You say while looking at the syringe in your hands, to inject a specific liquid that you have developed especially for Eren, not for the withdrawal of powers as a titan, but to separate some important enzymes. He looks at it and nods.

Injecting the liquid in Yeager's arms which had to open his shirt to expose this part of his body. It's strange, Eren as you are so close, finds himself inhaling your essence on purpose. It's sweet, soft, different from the scent of blood and death that fills the warrior's nostrils everyday.

You, on the other hand, realize that it is impossible not to contemplate the muscular body in front of you. Perfect features and everything else is something that no matter how centered and tough you are, sucks you in with the force of a black hole. For a moment your eyes meet. A wave comes to shiver all of you. Eren feels like the touch of the sun on his perfectly proportioned features, the reddish tone decorates him. Even though Eren's gaze turned to the titans.

The application of the tests that your hands are doing at the moment are physical, Your hands travel through various places on Eren's body, with specific touches. He knows they are tests, but the warmth of your hands, the delicacy, are intoxicating.

Eren realizes that you are shorter, which is common, Eren has become a tall young man with a strong frame. And something in Eren's chest awakens. "The desire to protect you? Of course, you're an innocent citizen, it would be terrible if something happened to you as well as anyone else...but with you it would be worse… would?"

Eren didn't realize, that didn't extend to that. everyone, with friends there is concerned, but on a mission they know how to get by, but you? Good thing you're not on the battlefield. Who thought of that? The patient to be tested, is grateful that you are not at risk, such a creature as you must be safe...but why? He doesn't know. The silence is broken. "- Are these titans really tight? They might be able to break free, right?" You take your hands off Eren and start looking at the titans. "-I wish they were in another compartment, but my sister insists they must stay here." The opportunity to look at each other arises, and is not lost.

"- Hange, huh?" Eren sighs. You smile silently as you head back to the final tests. Oh y/n…you don't know, but this smile was more powerful than any titan or blade that brings the death of giants could be. Eren looks at your lips not knowing he's just drunk. "- Is it the drug that was injected?" He thinks.

Your fingers lightly touching him become so overwhelmed. These are new sensations for him. Yes, in the past he had someone he felt similar feelings for, but the choice to love Erwin was respected by him. And he could, over the years, forget about her, leaving in his chest a feeling of respect and affection for Mikasa, nothing more.

"- Finished for today, I'll just need you to come during the week for about a month. And I'll have enough material to work with. Please now, allow me to take some of your blood, I believe it already reacted to the medication injected before."

"- Go on."

You lightly take the sample. Then squeezing the cotton into Eren's arm. "- Please press here."

He was quick at your command, to the point where your limbs met. His hands are placed over yours. "- Sorry." It is said in unison. But you both are not "sorry"...the frame of various shades of wine grace both cheeks.

"- Thank you for your cooperation Mr. Yeager, see you tomorrow."

"- Just Eren, no Mr. It's necessary ."

"-Alright then…Eren." The name was said slowly and clearly. Causing a half smile in Eren, but that was by a mere formal friendly expression, for on its own, Eren wouldn't have reacted, except to stare deep into your eyes. He goes away, closing the door behind him.

Now he is back on his duty. Between missions and tests, Eren caught himself seeing your figure emerging from the depths of his mind. But no mission today, just a day of rest. You are on the balcony, and not in the lab coat you normally wear, or uniform, for you are not a warrior, but a researcher. Your dress, which contains small flowers, is waving under the breezes. You are undescriptible exquisite to him.

Eren approaching, is watching you, watching the sunset, which invades the balcony, this entire scenery takes him out to reality.

"- Hello y/n."

"- Ah hello Eren, a peaceful day is good for a change, hu?"

Between your words, Eren's eyes fix on your being in awe… "I wish days of peace like this everyday."

The same purpose. "- Yes, that's what I crave the most."

You smile as an answer shyly, but genuinely. Another knockout on Mr. Yeager. But if you think this was the strongest blow on the unbeatable attacking titan, wait until he notices the sun throwing sparks through your hair.

He is leaning on the balcony next to you, but the various colors that the distribution that the light causes, makes him wires, become as incandescent as a prism in Eren's eyes. As much as the wind is cooling the day, moving your lovely locks and dress, Eren has no air in his lungs, and he finally understands why 'cause it hits him.

You notice that in silence you are being watched. Not that this observation bothers you, on the contrary, the green gaze, that not even the most beautiful aurora borealis could be at the height chains you. You got caught. But it wasn't just that...during the research days, the titans' move to another compartment, the more serious involvement of the authorities in the research area, which Levi arranged under Eren's insistent requests without you knowing, this was the than he thought, you were aware of everything he had made to you. And for this your fall was inevitable, all this was for more reasons than just a pair of pretty eyes. It was who Eren turned out to be in your eyes.

At this moment you silently accept the "challenge."

He has his face tilted towards you, due to the height difference, and he doesn't back down, Eren never backs down from anything. He's a warrior, though that feeling terrifies him more than tearing apart a thousand titans. You would like some word to come out of your vocal cords, but he cruelly hypnotizes you, but the meanness is two-sided, to Eren you are cruel too, enchanting him again and again, obliging him to dive in the unknown. Oh…your voice is the most wonderful melody playing on his ears, no nightingale could sing more beautifully, the slightest touch of your fingers is so needed as if he couldn't survive without it anymore, your sweet scent suffocates him, and why does he love such suffering?

You are complete enemies, who just love to lose.

To Eren it's already enough, he can't wait any longer he takes the lead, the touch of your face by the hands with thick skin as a result of always holding a grip tightly, forces you to dive even further into his merciless gaze.

Is a permission required? Eren is on the brink of death in agony, this touch has been desired for so long. The softness of your face is like touching the clouds. But politely he tells you. "- Y/n, I need to switch our roles for a moment, and take a test, excuse me."

Before you can respond, the touch of the softest lips you can kiss, makes you soften, as you feel your strength fading as your body seems to drain below, Eren is strong and realizing your weakness, holds you tight, keeping you where you should be, in his arms.

You never loved to feel so lost, and such a loser, but it's exactly what brings you happiness, so in all your mess, you return the kiss. Using the rest of strength you have left, wrapping him around the neck. Eren is hallucinating. The kiss deepens, is overflowing with affection, passion, love. You both just can't get enough.

The taste of Eren's fountain is indescribable, that crystal liquid from his delicious wet mouth just is terribly addictive, the most powerful substance you can taste so far, and it'snot different to him.

The long, harmonious kiss is painfully interrupted. He's still supporting you with one of his arms, whispering how long he's been waiting for this, as he breathes heavy, craving his nose on your neck, as you caress his silk hair.

Eren closes his eyes and smiles slightly as he takes the air back into his lungs. Still holding you he say his wants. "- Would it be surprising that I wanted to meet you out of office from now on?" The words came with passionate.

"- Finally, Eren… you asked me."

You guys chuckle delicately together as you tighten the embrace tenderly.

But, Eren's wide eyes suddenly looks up.

Hange is leaning against the wall with her amars crossed, behind her the whole patrol are watching, some with their mouths open and some with a bored look (Levi), and others with a twinkle in their eyes, Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Sasha, Connie etc…

With her index finger adjusting her glasses, she tells you.

"- Apparently you like titans as much as I do, little sister."...

#shingeki no kyoujin imagine

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Man Tumblr it's messing today... @loona-thebadchild hey bb girl, tried to answer your request directly but something it's going on this hellsite... but here it's your request, thanks sweetie

KINDA YANDERE HASHIRAS BROTHERS x BRAT SISTER FIGHTING WITH ONIS

And yes, I introduced some romance...

⚠️Kinda Yandere so you can see dark themes

The boys: Kyojuro/Obanai/Gyomei/Sanemi/Muichirou/Genya/Uzui/Giyu/Muzan/Akaza/Kokushibou

KYOJURO/OBANAI/GYOMEI/MUZAN

"-Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING?????? Back off, he's the Muzan we're talking about, don't underestimate him, for" This time not only you but your brother Kyojuro, Obanai in addition to the great Gyomei Himejima are dealing with the most powerful enemie. Muzan has his teeth clenched in hate against all of you. "- Hahahaha, why no one told me he was so strong and handsome, no wonder he could live so long, he looks young and healthy, too bad I'll have to kill him, sorry Mr King." You smile at him, winking. Muzan frowns, never in a thousand years he has seen such behavior and affront towards him. In a sharp answer he wants to awake your fear. "- It will be a pleasure to eat your meat." Muzan's tone it's a calm one, over you are his iris, analyzing you, carefully. "- OHHHH, you alk heard that??? Hmmm he wants to eat me hahahaha." The laughter echoes, the words and the shameless behavior leaves everyone baffled." - Honestly, y/n stop it, this is not the time." Said your brother. In a sigh, your monotonous expression towards him would be common, but not in a situation like this, but by lowering your sword hilt you initiate a family's dialogue. "- Kyojuro, seriously, why are you always repressing me? Everything I do is wrong for you, I can't say or do anything, "y/n stop it, y/n don't talk to people like that and blame bla bla", when will you congratulate me with something, damn it, I love you, but let me breathe." Muzan totally ignored in a scene. Everyone's thoughts is "wtf." The improbable happens Muzan is dominated by the intrigue and magnetism of your personality. "- Miss. Why don't you become an oni? I'd let you do whathever you want to do." You stare into the scarlet eyes of his. Again not bowing to him. "- Whaaaatttt? Me? Be one pet of yours, I don'tthink so? Listen Mr. "I think the world it's mine"...if my own brother, a man full of values and respectable, already represses me, what about a murderer like you? Ok you are hot, but you need a new brain hahaha." Your eyes shut as you move your shoulder in disdain. With this all of them already decided, Obanai, Gyomei and Kyojuro, agreed, YOU NEED GET OUT OF THE BATTLEFIELD.. for sure. With the decision, Obanai comes up behind you and putting his hand over your mouth to stop your "pearls" comes out, he brings you out of the fight. From the mouths of all the pillars present the conclusions come. "- She always does that." Kyojuro with his head down and a red face apologizes about you, as he always does. Muzan is watching you being carried away, your sole your soles dragging on the ground as Obanai immobilizes you and you're used to being taken out of the field aren't surprised, it's just like "here we go" while this, your middle finger go towards Muzan's eyes, with "a give a damn atitude. " The King's lips let out a smirk. Your personality it's just so fun to him, the way like you fear nothinfg, even death, it's like you are above normal humans. With this in mind, Muzan has made his decision. It's strange, but he backs off for now, after give some lesson to the hunters, not to the point to kill them...or you wouldn't be satisfied at all. Not that Muzan would care about of what you think... or would? This is going over his head. So darling, soon your abode will not be at the Rengoku's mansion, after all, you can be anything but a tedious creature, Muzan loves strong emotions. And you are a unique specimen, "sophisticated" as you are, Muzan will appreciate having you by his side to entertain him, or tease him... after all no ones dare to do until now. Get used to being called spiderlily flower. No more sun to you sweetheart...

GIYU/AKAZA

Giyu, your younger brother and you had a full day where you wielded your swords time after time with success, always together on missions so it's normal that you protect each other, but Giyu, despite all the calm that inhabits him, today is giving you a huuuge scolding , as if you were the youngest one. "- Listen y/n, what's on your mind, making small talk with oni in order to provoke them even more and run even more danger?" Being the brat that you are, I fear if one day you get in front of an upper moon." All you do is shrug your shoulders in a gesture of "I don't care." "Come on Giyu, don't be mad at your sister, I'm just enjoying the present, nothing more." Giyu looks at you with a "what did I do to deserve this?" expression. Outside of your house, watching the stars, you could hear something approaching from behind the trees, he was watching you from afar while you were smiling in your fight to the oni that you have killed, and finding exciting how you were getting away from the oni's blows. Eyes showing proudly to you the message in kanji, the ranking top three. You look back at him. Akaza can see your brave attitude, you don't blink even once. It seems you both have pretty much in common. Kill you now? No. You were Akaza's new research subject. "- Sorry I'm not working now. Long day" You take your eyes from him and back to the stars. Akaza it's just "???????" An angry feeling is going on inside of him, and steps are firmly going in your direction to intimidate you, while this you just cross your arms. "- Of course this makes sense to you weak human to say this, you are alone and have no chance against me." Looking at him from the bottom to above and with a naughty smile on your lips, Akaza finds himself wondering if you are really fearless or crazy. He widened his eyes. "- What, will you not answer me?" You put your hand on your chin and hum to him. "- Well, you said I have no chance against you, and…" In silence and slowly you take your arms from your previous position and go close to him. Akaza it's astonished. The feeling of his arms being caressed smoothly in his tattoos by your fingertips takes him to another level, angry? Amazed? He seems lost in his thoughts and starts to awkwardly retreat a little. And you proceed with your answer. "- But, would I have a chance with you?" Akaza now takes himself out of the presence of the demon which is you, and runs away as fast as he can. But…he can't escape from how he feels... and the flames are burning in his face like a volcano. Listening you laugh in the background as he gets further and further. You can be sure, y/n... this was not his last visit. You will pay a high price for it.

UZUI/SANEMI/MUICHIROU/GENYA/KOKUSHIBOU

Uzui and his shinning two red blades moving fast as the sound, are cutting through the flesh of uppermoon one, Kokushibou, who regenerates instantly. So like Shinazugawa and you are also attacking dancing around him. "- Dude, he has six eyes, how to beat this guy? I'll tell you brother, he's more flamboyant than you when fighting hahaha. Look, you don't have that cute samurai hair that moves during a fight." "- Y/n, don't start that shit again." Speak Shinazugawa. "- Shinazugawa is right, y/n, although I worry about being flamboyant, this isn't the time y/n. I'm more concerned with getting this monster's head off." "- Shut up, your sewn rag doll." Your relationship with Shinazugawa was not friendly, after all, you both have a similar maniacal side, as they say, two alike don't match up. While you exchange offenses, Kokushibou watches your movements. Kokushibou has a thing for refined techniques, seeing you hold your Nichirin with such elegance he recognizes it. "- An elegant technique, you don't waste moves, madam." "- Uhull haha saw Shinazugawa, unlike you, grandpa, I don't fight badly." "-Y/N." Scream Uzui. "- What's up? I'm being recognized by number one. I deserve some credit." While talking and distracting, one of Kokushibou's arms falls to the ground. Your burning blade surprised him. "- Thank you sir six eyes, now can you let me cut off your head please?" Kokushibou doesn't seem to believe what he hears and sees. But he can't let his guard down. Muichirou arrives to help, as does Genya, who starts getting screams to get out of there from Sanemi. "- Wow this guy is so annoying, brothers are sucks." Rolling your eyes and talking as if sharing an opinion on a quiet afternoon having tea with Kokushibou. This phrase has an effect on the number one. Yoriichi and everything else that Kokushibou lived through as Michikatsu comes to light. He hated Yoriichi, he understood you completely. And with your words, Kokushibou found himself distracted from the blows that constantly hit him. His arm was taking a while to regenerate, Uzui successfully severs another number one member. Kokushibou has been missing the fighting members. Without fear of what might happen to you, in one of the moves, you grab the number one from behind. "- Mr oni, I want a hug hahaha." You are hanging around Kokushibou's neck, who could kill you at any moment. "- Y/N ARE YOU CRAZY???" Shout Uzui, didn't I tell you that brothers suck? You whisper to Kokushibou ears. He and everyone else is paralyzed by such stupidity. Your body quickly turns around, bringing with the weight of your legs, Kokushibou's body below you. The position you find yourself in is embarrassing to say the least, but to you it's nothing. "- Stand still Mister one, I need to cut off your head." All the hashiras like in slow motion are going over Kokushibou's neck to save you, Uzui's hands trying to reach you out, wide eyes are over you in disbelief. But the dialogue that Kokushibou initiates becomes persuasive. "- One more move and I'll turn her into an oni." Everyone expected the word Kill, not transform. You, on top of him, place your hands in support on the floor around his neck as your body leans towards his face. "You can kill me…why turn me into an oni?" Your words come out along with a teasing smile."- A really interesting human you are…madam." "-Please, y/n, get out of there." Uzui's voice is trembling. Of course you don't mind. "- Lord number one, you turn me into an oni, but I'm still going to rip your head off. Shhh, it's gonna be fast, no pain to you, I promise. " You place your Nichirin in position to decapitate him. It is quickly going for Kokushibou's neck, who suddenly disappears from under you. Actually, he had never fought seriously, the only reason to keep the fight in sequence was to contemplate the show of embarrassment you were putting on. But your expressions were captivating. He is gone. Just the silence around all of you. No choice, let's go home...( Continued) and it's u natural get scolded one after another...

And it's natural you get scolded one after another while whistling on the way home by Uzui. Your lips move silently imitating him as you shut your eyes and hold your head in boredom. Rest time, after your bath on a hot night, just the towel is wrapped around your curves, your smell spreading into the air. Several eyes scan your features. You hum a song while turning to pick up your robes, as slowly the towel falls to the floor, revealing it your body entirely, to be adorned by moonlight making it even more exquisite to the creature diving into beauty. In a few seconds the intruder is in your room . "- Madam, I see you are uncovered." He whispers in your ear with his uncommon sword in front of your throat. You continue moving as if nothing is happening"- And now you're going to cover me in my own blood?" Your tone is sarcastic. Kokushibou can't help, but lets out a slight nasal smile. For not even in the face of death you behave like this. Still sweetly whispering he tells you. "- I think I'd rather cover you with something more comfortable." You just feel a hand on your neck…bye conscious state. As you wake up, your skin is beautifully covered by a samurai's black hair. Ah... I forgot to mention... you now have a pair of hands covering you too, and yes…they are more comfortable... you got your credit…"madam."

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ittoblog · 3 years ago

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oh my, can we get a shy!reader who's super loopy & high from anesthesia with one of the marauders pls?

hi I don't know if this is as loopy as you meant but it has lots of doting sirius! ♡ shy(kind of)!fem!reader | 1.1k words

"Hi, handsome," you greet.

You've told Sirius a hundred times that he's good looking in your way – privately, honestly – but never have you been so bold.

Sirius looks you up and down and wonders if they've given him the wrong girlfriend. Your hand reaches out for his more quickly than it ever has before but the spaces between your fingers feel the same as he intertwines them, so it must be you.

You look very sad in your hospital gown. Cute, but sad. "When can I get her dressed?" he asks a nurse on hand quietly.

She looks at him with a surprising amount of warmth. "She really shouldn't move much tonight. Tomorrow, after the first dressing change would be better."

He feels a bad jump of panic but quickly pushes it away. You're fine. You seem alright, eyes heavy but trained on his face. You're actually pouting worse than he's ever seen you pout, a dramatic press of your lips.

"What's the matter, sweet thing?" Seeing you in hospital isn't fun. It fills him with worry, and the worry softens his voice.

"You're being weird," you say.

He laughs, startled. "I'm being weird?"

"You haven't even kissed me."

Your voice is so scratchy from the breathing mask that it turns his heart, your attitude completely lost on him. All he can focus on is you, hurting though you don't know it, in a bed that isn't his with at least two different tubes coming out of you.

He's very careful as he leans down and kisses your chapped lips. You blink at him dazedly.

He brings a hand to your cheek and pauses above you. "How's that?" he asks.

"Will you lie down with me?"

He straightens but keeps his hand on your face, placating as he says, "Baby, there's no room for me. And we won't be here long."

He has to move back to let the nurses attend to something he doesn't understand and isn't too interested in.

"Sirius?"

He raises his eyebrows.

"Am I okay?" you ask.

"You're more than okay," he confirms. "Everything went great."

They move you from post-surgery to the adult ward where you'd been beforehand. On the small table beside your awful bed is a bag of all your things.

Sirius has to separate your hands to unzip it and you groan petulantly. He'd held your hand for the last ten minutes through the hospital and up the lift with the porter, so you'd think a moment apart would be acceptable.

Not to you.

"Sirius," you say, practically whining. "Sirius, please."

He perches by your hip with your lip balm and uncaps it, hands clumsy in his rush to give you something to hold again. He pushes his fingers between yours once more and leans toward you.

You giggle and force your head deep into your pillow. "What are you doing?"

"Your lips are dry. I have lip balm."

"My throat is dry. Can I have a drink?"

He raises the lip balm slowly in case you don't want it, but you do. You lift your head and go very still as he applies it. You look so sad again, his poor pretty girl. Not sad emotionally – the anaesthesia has you in high spirits. But your rumpled state, and the fact that you're not quite yourself, he hates that.

Though drugged you is adorable. And funny. You make a little fish face that seems to be for your own amusement rather than his and then let your heavy head fall back into the pillows.

You rub your lips together. "Sirius?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I please have a drink?"

He squeezes your hand between both of his. "You're not s'posed to quite yet. Case it makes you sick."

"My throat really hurts."

"It doesn't hurt. You have cotton mouth," he corrects gently.

"It feels disgusting. I just want a drink."

"In a little bit."

You huff and try to cover your face. The cannula in your hand tugs and you keep trying. Sirius knows you can't feel it now but as soon as the anesthesia wears off properly you will, so he takes your arm firmly into his hold and presses it against your side, smiling at you in a way he hopes will distract you.

"Baby," he says, silky-smooth.

You lift your chin. He gives you another kiss.

"So many kisses in one day," you murmur, dropping your chin.

"You can have as many as you want."

"Because I'm dying."

He shakes his head at you in bemusement. "You're perfectly fine."

You let this sink in.

Sirius' back starts to ache from leaning over you, but he stays when you give him a little sniff. The hospital room smells clinically clean as to be expected, but his cologne lingers.

"When do we go home?" you ask.

He looks over his shoulder at the clock. He has to go home when visiting hours end. You don't get to go home today. He explains this to you in a comforting murmur, hoping to soften the blow.

Your eyes widen. He watches tears well, and he doubles down. "Baby, it's only for the night. You have your phone. You can call me all hours if that's what you want to do."

"I want to come home with you."

This is more heartbreaking than it has any right to be.

On the brightside, your eyes hold a little more clarity. He doubts he'll know when the medication has worn off entirely, but it's definitely ebbing. He chalks your tears up to a general sense of being overwhelmed and aims to calm you down.

"Give me your hands," he says.

You offer them to him limply. He perches on the bed by your hip and rubs down the lengths of your fingers with his thumbs.

"You have the prettiest hands ever," he tells you quietly.

"No…"

"You do." He kisses one and then the other, mindful of your cannula. "I love the shape of them. The shapes of your nails," he furthers. "You have lovely hands, like the rest of you."

You smile. It's almost sticky with pleasure. "Really?" you ask.

In your state he can tell it's a total fish for compliments. He could not care less – he's happy to tell you. He's ecstatic. Normally you wouldn't let him get away with one compliment. When you first met, you would've stammered and pulled your hands out of his. These days you'd likely smile at him but tell him to stop, voice all weak and endearing.

But this you, looking at him with an unfiltered affection, wants to know. He starts down the list and watches your loopy smile grow.

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ittoblog · 3 years ago

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Finally, even with your fingertips bleeding you managed to make a gap big enough to get through. You're alone, that's what you thought until you felt a hand on your ankle bringing you back to the walls that surrounded you.

Seeing the eyes that burn and flood at the same time by the changing color, you gasp, you know someone gets very angry when rules are broken. It's been a while and you continue to resist the fate that has been imposed on you.

A voice with a firm timbre asks you. "- What do you think you're doing? Idiocy again?"

You've always had the strength to try and try but when you look into Obanai's eyes, you realize that it won't be possible, or at least you start to really lose hope. He looks away at your fingers that are dripping blood.

"-Don't make me tie you."

Your hopelessness turns to rage and you slap and punch Obanai while screaming how much you hate him. When he finishes his breath sounds wheezy. You can see Obanai's haori all stained red amid the black and white.

"- Finished?" He asks seriously. And for the first time you see that during your fight you caused the cloth that wrapped Obanai's face to come undone. You look at Obanai's scar in surprise.

He briefly withdraws from your presence and brings with him the tools to mend the breach you have opened. Meanwhile you are watching him. Obanai would normally be speaking words to break your spirit in order to make you give up. But, it looks like you're not the only one with issues.

Now you need eat, so he take off the ropes around your wrists.

You remember that in meal time Obanai always forces you to stay somewhere else, away from where he can eat. But today you sit before him.

"- What do you think you are doing?" You don't respond and looking at him you ask.

"What's the story of this scar?"

"- That's not something you should know about."

"- So you take my freedom and make my life a hell and you can't tell me where a simple scar comes from?"

…"simple"... since when does Obanai think his hideous, disgusting scar is simple? But you mentioned it.

And in a sarcastic tone you hum and leave the table. Obanai has his eyes fixed on you as you eat at another location.

Your routine is entirely determined by Obanai. Now you need to bathe and go to bed. You at least have the simple joy of bathing in a comfortable hot tub.

The water is so warm, so cozy, like a hug. You don't even realize that your muscles give in little by little and because of fatigue when you exercise so much when opening a gap in your hiding place with your own hands, tiredness dominates you, and after washing you completely fall asleep in the body of water . Obanai notices the delay and says that time is up, but there is no answer, this is enough to arouse the serpent's pillar's fury.

Opening the door he looks at where you are, his eyes comes across at you sleeping, leaning on the edge.

Obanai approaches he and can see your beautiful being inside the waters that surround you.

Eyes open and analyze, absorb.

Even the toughest Yandere wouldn't have the guts to handle all your beauty. He twists inside.

Obanai, get you out of the bath carefully so you don't wake up. Something only a hashira would have the power to do. But you were really tired. Obanai also noticed that the water was being stained by the blood coming out of your fingers.

You are carefully dressed, he sometimes finds himself with the back of his hands sliding over you, unconsciously while he takes care of your after bath, the aromatic smell of the water on your skin does not help him to concentrate, your hair is combed, your body is covered , and now thy fingertips receive care.

The medicine burns, and it wakes you up.

Now you watch your captor silently bandage you.

Obanai's touch is gentle, comforting…And in certain moment he directs the beautiful colored irises to your pupils.

The look is not harsh like other hundred thousand of times times. You look at your fingers and they are wrapped in bandages.

"- Thanks." You say in a gentle way.. Obanai remembers why he wanted to keep you captive. Your personality attracted him, but the excuse he made for himself was... that without him you would be dead by any oni, after all you are a mere civilian.

You need admit that colored look it's exquisite at the point to manipulate your being and surrender to the colors of the gaze that abducted you, and in an attempt to lower Obanai's mask he recoils slightly.

"- No." He speaks.

There is a lantern burning and lighting the room and you blow, causing the pitch to take over the place and again turning to Obanai he doesn't move.

In the dark, his lip bands are removed and you replace it with your own lips.

Obanai, feeling the heat coming from you, your tongue next to his, knew that he was not wrong to have taken your life for him, after all, everything he hated most about him, for you, was mere simplicity…

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ittoblog · 3 years ago

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Not just a scratch

Summary: You go on a mission together with your master Sanemi, hiding that you got hurt.

While he's patching you up he not only shows you his unusually soft side but also let's some things slip out

Sanemi × Tsugoku Reader ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings!: Sanemis foul mouth (cursing, idiot & dumbass), injury, blood, Canon typical violence

The sound of rain filled the atmosphere as a smooth cut through the demons neck put an end to the demons life and your mission, now all there was left to do was get back to the inn, rest until tomorrow and head back to the headquarter to report everything to Oyakata Sama.

Sanemi was quick to usher you back, not willing to spend any more time in the rainstorm. It was bucketing down on the two of you and you were already completely soaked, he didn't want to spend any longer in this awful weather. It was probably also the smell of the rain that made him oblivious to the strong smell of blood that you were developing by the minute.

"Hey hurry up a bit dumbass! Don't want me to leave you here all by yourself!!" He called out to you. Sanemi always was faster than you, although usually you could keep up with him somewhat well, but today you really had to fear being left behind.

Your legs felt heavy, every step sent a stabbing pain through your thigh, slowing you down. Sanemi didn't think much of it and excused your slow pace with you just being exhausted after the mission. He did slow down a little so he wouldn't lose you in the forest, it would be a shame if he lost his best and also only Tsugoku. You were the only one that somehow managed to put up with his temper and his constant insults and didn't go running away after three months of training with him.

After about an hour of you silently going through excruciating pain while wandering through a seemingly never ending forest the two of you finally reached the inn you would be staying at and entered your room.

You immidietly excused your self into the bathroom which Sanemi did find odd but thought that maybe you just needed to really use the toilet and that it was urgent.

He decided to use the time while you're in the bathroom doing whatever to get out the futons and make himself comfortable in the room.

Sanemi was in the midst of putting down the mattress when he heard a loud thump coming from the bathroom.

His head shot right up, looking towards the sliding doors to the room you were currently in.

"Y/N?" No reply, his heart sunk.

He jumped up at lightning speed, ripping the doors open, gaze wandering across the room until it landed on you, cowering on the ground shivering.

"Y/N...What happened?" He asked, unusually soft, coming to your side, crouching down next to you to be somewhat at eye level.

"I-I think I got hurt...kind bad..." You muttered out through tears and sniffs.

"How bad is it? Let me see"

You pulled your bloody hands away from where they were gripping onto your naked thigh, revealing a deep slash. It was long, almost from your hip down to your knee, and it seemed like it had already bled a lot.

Once again Sanemis heart sunk and he could feel himself panicking inside, but he didn't let you notice that, you were already scared enough as is.

He gulped and took a deep breath before talking

"Dont worry I'm gonna take care of you, I may not be Shinobu but I'll patch you up!"

"I-I tried to do it myself but I got nauseous at the sight and everything started spinning..."

"It's fine, look away if it too much for you, and tell me if you feel dizzy."

You nodded and Sanemi started treating the wound with the supplies you had brought for yourself.

"This is gonna hurt, but we have to disinfect this. Don't want you to lose a leg." The smell of the alcohol stung in your nose as Sanemi gently dabbed it onto the wound with a cotton round, looking more concentrated than you had ever seen him before.

You flinched at the burning the disinfectant caused in the wound, hissing at the pain.

"Don't move idiot! I know it's not nice but I'm trying to be gentle." Sanemi scolded, holding onto your leg firmly to keep you from moving.

You tried to keep yourself from whimpering and crying, knowing Sanemi would think you're weak.

"Stop moving around, it'll make it worse dumbass!!" He scolded once again.

"I'm trying, it just stings so much!" You hissed back at him and he frowned.

"And stop keeping down your crying, that's so miserable, just be as loud as you want, I know it hurts so there's no need to hide that you're in pain."

"O-ok, understood master!" You replied, cheeks flushing a light shade of pink.

"Geez, how did this even happen?" Sanemi asked after he was finally done disinfecting the whole cut and started to prepare bandages for it.

"The demon...I guess it's claws got me pretty good, it was my fault, I should have been even more on guard."

"Cuz you're so weak....gotta train you even more..." was what your master said, but he thought that it was his fault. If HE had been more on guard and had watched out for you better, YOU wouldn't have gotten hurt.

"I know master Shinazugawa, I'll try to be better!!" You replied, averting his gaze in shame.

Sanemis frown grew. You always said that, that you would be better, train even more, become stronger, when he should be the one to take better care of you, to keep you from getting hurt, keep you safe. That was his duty as your master after all, or that's what Sanemi told himself to distract from his growing feelings towards you.

"From now on tell me if you get hurt ....that's an order!"

"Understood Master Shinazugawa, I won't keep injuries from ever again. I know it was pretty dumb..."

"How often do I have to keep telling you idiot, drop the honorifics, I can't stand being called by my last name like that!" No he just wanted you to use his first name instead.

You nodded, watching as he gently wrapped bandages around the large cut.

"Does it hurt anywhere else?" He asked with a calmness that made you jump a little.

You stared at him for a moment, contemplating wether you should be taking up any more of his time. You knew your master was tired as well, he wanted to rest after his mission and you didn't want to keep him from that. But he did say that you shouldn't keep any injuries from him.

"My head...it hurts a lot..." You mumbled, not sure if he even heard it, but his hands softly cradling your face proved you wrong.

His fingers gently threaded through your hair, searching for a wound, and when he did find one, blood tinting his fingertips, his frown grew even more.

"Y/N...seriously why didn't you say anything, you could have a serious concussion, I would have carried you back had I known you were that hurt."

"I didn't want to seem weak ..."

"You're not."

Sanemi gently cleaned up the wound on your head, knowing he would take you to the butterfly estate as soon as the sun would rise tomorrow morning. You'd be the first patient Shinobu would see, he would make sure of that.

"I'm done." He muttered, moving back a bit to take in your appearance, taking notice of how pale you were, body still shaking.

"I'll get you into bed and then you better rest."

Before you could stand up he had already sweeped you up into his arms and carried you to the futon where he sat you down, handing you the clothes provided by the inn.

"You can change on your own right?" He asked, cheeks flushing a bit at the thought of having to help you change.

"Yes, please...will you turn around master?"

"Of course"

He gently tucked you in after you were in your pjama and made sure that you were comfortable before lying down in his own futon that he had moved closer to yours, in case of an emergency he told had told himself.

"Goodnight master." You whispered.

"Y/N, don't do something like that again, ever."

"What do you mean? I fear I don't quite understand what you're trying to say"

"You scared me shitless, don't do that again. Don't just get hurt on a mission and act like you're fine. We're here as a team and I want us to come back as a team, I don't want to lose you Y/N, so next time you better not be as careless! Because...I care for you and I can't handle seeing you hurt again."

"Sanemi..." You lied on your side, looking at his figure in the dimly lit room.

The moonlight was the only thing keeping the room from succumbing to a total darkness and it was hard to make out your masters features in the faint golden glow.

"I-I already promised I wouldn't keep anything from you anymore Sanemi...what else is there I can do." You said, clueless, completely oblivious to what the man opposite of you was trying to get at.

"That's not it Y/N...I- you're such a good student...you're so important to me that I guess...I want you to be more than that."

You shot up from your lying position in the bed, causing the sheets to make a rustling sound and startling Sanemi with the speed of your action.

"Are you for real?" You asked in disbelief, staring down at the white haired man.

"Y-Yeah, why would I lie about that idiot." He replied, burying his face in the pillow out of embarrassment.

Sanemi was even more startled when you latched onto him all of a sudden, hugging his lying form from behind.

"Dumbass, are you trying to give me a heartattack?? First you scare me to death by getting hurt and now this."

You chuckled at his half hearted insult that you were used to by now, squeezing him even more.

"I like you too...I have for a long time now..."

"Then come'ere idiot before you also catch a cold, I'll keep you warm!"

Sanemi replied, pulling you under the covers to trap you between his arms. You sighed contently, basking in his warmth as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

A/N: I hope you liked he story (≧◡≦)♡ I'm like the biggest Sanemi simp so it was about time that I finally write something for him!!

I like to think that even though he has a though facade he has a very soft spot for the people he cares about ♡

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ittoblog · 3 years ago

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HEYYA GUYS!!!!

WELCOME TO THE... PART 10 / YANDERE MICHIKATSU TSUGIKUNI

SO IT'S GONNA BE ALMOST ALL THE BOYS IN KIMETSU.

THE BOYS Tanjiro | Zenitsu | Inosuke| Genya

🛡 In this context none of the characters are married or minors all of them are adults.

⚠️WARNING: THIS IS A YANDERE SO YOU CAN SEE DARK THEMES

YANDERE MICHIKATSU TSUGIKUNI

The arms that held you now were not his, nor the breath around you. Michikatsu always had everything he wanted, except Yoriichi's strength, something that was intangible, a power so great that Michikatsu did everything to achieve it, but he never could.

But you… well ...you are pretty tangible… It's possible to see you, touch you to desire you …

This is something that Michikatsu could may still fight for and win.

But what better than watching Yoriichi with you, it's make you disappear with your "death."

And you, already totally isolated from the world, waking up in a room with blurred vision.

Probably due to the knockout he took in your neck before. As you get up, your vision it's blurred, when you see Michikatsu leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching you, it made all your suspicious thoughts a true.

It's not the first time you've seen this look, even often in Yoriichi's arms it was possible to see a vigilant around, who always seemed to be displeased.

Eyes that burned, but not like the warm sun-kissed gaze that Yoriichi gave you so affectionately. But a look that burned with the desire to have what one cannot.

But Yoriichi, in all the purity within himself, did not imagine that your death was the result of something contrived, but took as true his brother's words that you were defeated by an oni. Yoriichi had one more time, he was forced to feel the grief of lose a loved one.

While in your new room... There are no gaps in your confinement, you are at Michikatsu's mercy.

"- Here it's your home now y/n. Don't worry. I'll take care of all your needs."

"- Michikatsu, Yoriichi will come and that won't make your life easy."

"- I find it difficult for him to come ma'am, since we had your funeral together yesterday …Without your body, since you were devoured by an oni."

Your hopeless eyes open and in tears like a dam full of cracks you cry. It's like a river. Your cry lasts a long time, the same as Yoriichi.

And Michikatsu envies the tears you shed for him. If he wants to reach where Yoriichi reached, he needs to use other methods. After so many months in the tears phase, you feel numb.

Now it's the time, Michikatsu spends most of his time with you now, as after having awakened the mark he doesn't have much time left, he wants to have you around.

At night by lying in the same bed as you, after bringing you countless expensive gifts, in addition to the sweet words and elegant ways with which Michikatsu approaches, complimentary names directed at you, a very more assiduous communication. Yoriichi is wonderful, but you always felt like you were talking too much. And Michikatsu seemed to crave your every word. Is this a gap inside of you? Y/n?...

And after so much time together, he looks different.

Today without the Kimono that he normally wears, leaving his chest exposed to your view, you can't avoid to admit it's wonderful view...and it's a hot night.

As you remember how the both are painfully similar to look at, you notice at Michikatsu has the front parts of his hair longer.

For sleep he lets go of the black hair that covers his beautiful back as his hair snakes before you in a beautiful ballet. You feel a touch light on your arms to massage up and down, but there is no resistance this time.

Michikatsu is immobilizing you with the look he has, dark wine, but the fascinating effect it's like a poison.

The locks framing that face that appears to be an angel of the night takes you all over.

How long have you struggled with your thoughts? "It would be so wrong to fall in love with him." And similar sentences as these. But Michikatsu didn't make it easy for you. Showing you that he wanted you so much.

"- My dear, your arms are cold, come, I'll warm you up." And with that sweet whisper he so much higher, he lifts you to the refuge as he envelops you in his strong beautiful arms.

He's warm, patient, affectionate… Michikatsu uses all kindness to swamp you. And today you let yourself feel for the first time the touch of the skin of the possessor of thunderous beauty.

Michikatsu returns your caresses willingly and you finally surrender.

Looks like this time he really beat his brother.

The evidence?

Inside of you y/n... you know that your heart no longer belongs to Yoriichi…

And to Yandere Michikatsu, this is a trophy.

Gyus next one of the list it's Gyomei as requested to some readers. If you want some specific character after him, please, let me know. Thank you^^ !!! Wanna be on the tags? Just tell me

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ittoblog · 3 years ago

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Kamado Tanjiro ☆ Kimetsu No Yaiba

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ittoblog · 3 years ago

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YANDERE KYOJURO X F.READER

Hello anon, as I promised here it's your yandere. Hope you enjoy it!^^

⚠️ THIS IS A YANDERE, SO YOU CAN SEE DARK THEMES

The Future

It's a tough fight…Kyojuro is heavily injured and now he's facing the strong Akaza, and he decides that he will use his most powerful technique, the tenth form of flame breathing.

The scenario is not in Kyojuro's favor, but in his advance against the number three in the ranking of the upper moons he is about to be irreversibly injured, but, two simultaneous side attacks cause Akaza to lose both arms, which regenerate in an instant… but realizing that now in addition to Kyojuro, he will have to deal with two obviously capable hashiras, like you and the companion you brought to the battlefield, the flamboyant Uzui.

Akaza reckons that with the following sunrise it wouldn't be the best time to stay , but in the escape attempt, Akaza is apprehended from all sides.

You grab his body from behind, Uzui is repeatedly fastly as the sound cuts his arms while Akaza desperately screams.

It's the crucial moment, Kyojuro now has free access to his neck which has an encounter with Kyojuro's razor burning out... Akaza's head is finally away from his body, but even like this, he was unbelievably regenerating from the blow of the Hashira's flames.

The star of our solar system finally comes out... and embraces him, the heat of the morning makes Akaza turn into ash. He is gone.

The upper moon number three has been defeated. This is announced to the skies by the soaring black-feathered bird.

Kyojuro didn't have time to ask questions before, and even if he survived he is not in the best condition right now…

Without this intervention it would be difficult for even someone powerful like Kyojuro to survive. That's what your mind showed you. And that's why you quickly brought reinforcements to the battlefield. You realized several scenarios that could happen, your mind wasn't always 100% of what would come next, but something you didn't want to risk was that someone from the squad die. No, even more than one of the friends who always did you one or another kindness. Including training with you, like Kyojuro.

You have achieved expertise in several of these training making your breathing powerful and efficient in combat like his.

The worst is over, at least, this is what you wanted to believe…you come back and Kyojuro undergoes surgical procedures to repair his condition, one of his eyes affected by the battle, will no longer see, you feel sad for your friend who is sleeping on the bed of the butterfly mansion where you are before now. But anyway, you look at him with a satisfied smile, that the horrible scenario you had seen before had not come true. It'slike a calm sea after a storm.

Kyojuro is sleeping peacefully, some of the flame-colored hair is stuck to his features, and you proceed to carefully remove it.

Uzui arrives to check him up, with the same sense of accomplishment as you.

You tell him about what you have seen as a possible event, as Uzui widens his eyes and feels better for Kyojuro to be still alive, and putting a hand on your shoulder he invites you to share a dose of Sake, like the good friends that you are.

Footsteps head out of the room, but neither you nor Uzui notices determined eyes that open next.

Kyojuro was aware of every movement minutes ago y/n… the breath you were taking next to him, your gentle touch on his face, the light shivering, the swaying of the little locks he had bothering him and the fact that you, for using your gift, had come to the rescue his life it was something what made he thinks…

" This action from her…whay could this mean? Could only mean that you love him...Yes you love him, and he needs to return all this love to you in much more quantity, intensity than you ever imagined.

Kyojuro in which he was "unconscious" while you were talking about how terrible it would be if you hadn't rushed to catch up with them. This same scenario doesn't leave Kyojuro's mind… What if this happens to you y/n?… How could Kyojuro even look in the mirror later?

Excuses overflow for the thoughts of the hashira who is not even asking your opinion about, and who needs? You need be protected... Everything has already been decided.

When being with Uzui, while you laugh at his silly jokes, but suddenly, three scenarios cross your mind. You close your smile, because the flashes are like loose images. And they are not pleasant…Sometimes, you have the power to put together a puzzle but most of the time you run to avoid the worst of them.

The picture in your mind of your companion, Uzui dead with blood staining the ground terrifies you, and Mitsuri who is inert pierced by a sword, the image is blurred and the sword is not identifiable.

What could it be? How to avoid it? It's all you ask yourself.

Days go by and you still don't know how to put the pieces together like you did in the case of Kyojuro's quest. After his improvement you are visited, a basket full of treats is in the arms of the gallant Kyojuro who has changed his posture before you are generously offered.

There's something in Kyojuro's eyes that scares you and attracts you at the same time. The amber hypnotic look with red circles engulf you.

"- Y/n, this is nothing compared to what you did for me." He said after you modestly thanked him for the various gifts.

A haori in the same pattern as Kyojuro wears is among those present. You smile and take yours off, put the other one on top of your body, what's carefully studied by Kyojuro.

"- It's beautiful, Kyojuro, but I'm not the pillar of flames." You say in a soft tone.

"- But you are part of the pillar of flames, after all, you saved my life y/n, that's enough for you to use it from now on. Right?"

Pleasant words sound like a duty to you, the mix of emotions takes over your mind, which in the face of Kyojuro's changed behavior, is putting you in a huge mess to tey decoding your own emotions.

And just like before you are talking and you tell him worried about the scenarios that you've had, actually there were three, but you told him two of them.

Kyojuro, placing his hand over his chin as if he was thinking hard, tries to take any anxiety out of you. "- Y/n, as always, you manage to prevent the worst from happening, by making the right decision."

"-I Hope so." You let off with a sigh."

The next week you and Kyojuro have a mission together. The location as you both come is a house with an underground part. It's deserted around and you're looking for the oni in the darkness. Kyojuro is walking slowly behind you, he has with a flashlight in his hand, a smirk breaks out on Kyojuro's lips as he sees you wielding your sword, ready for a challenge.

You enter a compartment, clean, surrounded by comfort and everything one needs to live, you frown your eyebrows, a beautiful music box situated on a dressing table. You curiously slide your fingertips over it.

While this Kyojuro whispers your name and does a signal, beckoning you to come closer, as if he had something beyond he was looking, you thought that could be an oni, so silently you go forward. In doing so, Kyojuro in one blow takes your sword and closes the heavy door behind you, while he locks it with the key.

Your eyes are trying to believe what they see and you refuse to think it's what you have in mind right now. You remember a music box among the images in your mind before, but not this.

"- Kyojuro, what are you doing?"

He sighs. "- It wasn't supposed to be like this but there would be no other way, my love, y/n."

"- Love?" You inquire.

"-Yes, I'm confessing my deepest feelings for you y/n."

"- Kyojuro, what a joke this is, we have a mission, get us out of here."

He sits in front of the door and looks at you seriously with one of his eyes.

You understand now and your heart is throbbing.

"- If nobody told you Kyojuro yet, you wouldn't be the kind of guy who would need to kidnap a woman, you could just ask me to go out with you. What's next, a fight?"

He smiled. And for some reason his smile sends a terrible chill down your spine. Kyojuro is the only one among you who has a sword. He extends his grip towards you. Take it, kill me and get out of here then.

The fire grip refers to his eye that shine reflected by the light, in this scene your eyes fill with water. He knows you couldn't… you just couldn't...

And in all your strength, you feel helpless, turning your face to the side as your tears drop.

He with a sweet look on your figure puts away his sword and comes to you stroking your hair while you cry silently. He holds your face as he explains your options.

"- It's okay my love, don't cry, you have an option if you want to leave this place without anyone getting hurt. Listen to me, y/n, carefully. One, you won't ask for anyone's help, or I will know, not even Uzui or Mitsuri, who may be closer to us and you'll take my name going forward, it's up to you now, because you are the one that I choose to be with. If you wish to preserve everyone you love, do as I say, and withdraw from the hashira squad and marry me."

Suddenly all the images you saw formed a pattern that made sense, Kyojuro was delusional. And anyone who got in the way would be hurt. For everyone's sake…you'd have to "make the right choice, and you won't have to stay here."

And with these words, a fourth scenario emerges before your eyes. And so...you choose it as if pulling cards from a deck...

A while later…

"- Kyojuro, but why is she leaving the squad? Ok, I'm glad you're getting married but is it really necessary?"

"- I'm just respecting the choice that she has made, Uzui, isn't it my flower?" Kyojuro speaks with a smile looking at you.

All you do is smile back at your friend Uzui "confirming" Kyojuro's words gently. Noding at him.

Mitsuri asks at a different time, but the answer is the same…

But your friends are ok...they are safe now… but... sometimes you still hate yourself…

You hate, how much you love Kyojuro's soft hair stinging your neck, when he loves you, you hate love the fiery kisses he delights you with almost every night he's present, you hate love how his hands travel smoothly throughout your being, yeah you hate to admit it, that's your new addiction...

And now you're looking at the card you've chosen...

Little flaming eyes like Kyojuro's come to you, showing you how capable they are, just like daddy holding a sword, wooden, but still a sword...

What will happen in the future?... You have clues... But the surprises weren't that bad… You will survive…

Mrs. Rengoku.

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ittoblog · 3 years ago

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Crimson Oni 👹 Have you played the new Inazuma event? It was so nice seeing Itto again! I hope he is okay after that drink though. What was your favorite part of the event?

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ittoblog · 3 years ago

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Heyyyy dear anon, sorry for take so long... but here it is, hope u like sweetie, it's just not Yandere cause I could not imagine in this context 💓💓💓💓💓

Kyojuro

Oh man this one... he is so giving. As you wake up is inevitable, a series of sneezes comes out. Kyojuro who was sleeping, wakes fast and sits next to you. You feel the tender hand of your loved one touching your back. "- Oh honey, we need to fix this, huh?" His tone it's positive but you can hear some sadness behind of it. Kyojuro would be the type that would get up worried and make you some tea or bring to you along with all the pampering possible any medicine that would help in alleviating your suffering. And you know... The best medicine it's that bright smile of his. Nothing could be better...

Gyuu

You're itchy all over and blotchy, while Gyuu, in your vulnerable moments, is around of course, in his mind you're made of crystal. Phrases like..."- What do you need? I'm sorry you feel that way." are frequent but in his heart it's so much more than this. The beautiful sapphire eyes almost spill out of despair. Gyuu wishes to take your afflictions with his own hands and add to himself. After all, he can't bear to witness anything that makes you uncomfortable. You will get used to it... whatever you want in this period is yours. He won't let you move a finger. Yes, you have a slave at your disposal, forever...

Sanemi

Well we know that he is a rabid dog, but seeing you not being able to breathe at a dinner with friends where you accidentally ingest peanuts and your throat starts to close up, Sanemi is the personification of the word "destabilized." He gets up and with his hands on yours he screams your name and not only yours, but that of Kocho who is at the table between you and the other Hashiras who are getting to know another side of Shinazugawa. As she quickly apply the medication in your veins, Kocho smiles gently. "- Don't worry Shinazugawa, the breathing is totally steady now." Your breathing is ok, but Shinazugawa's chest rises and falls like he's just come back from a marathon. Nor did you expect such a "drama queen" reaction from your angry white-haired angel or his friends, what after all could see Sanemi as a sweet kitten sometimes...

Adult Muichirou

It's cleaning day at the house and you have a participatory partner who found one of the brother's robes and came to show you and talk about it proud of it, but the mold in the beautiful piece on his hands, did you no good, it's woke up your genes to fight the enemy and along with the battle you have a fever. Muichirou is considerate, feels guilty for your situation but prefers to do something rather than say it. He cleans the whole house, removes any possible future threat to you, after all, it is with you that he chose to share everything but his heart... this one, he did not share, but simply delivered into your hands. And at the end of the day there you are being caressed until you can sleep peacefully in his arms...

Obanai

Your red eyes make questions arise. "- What happened? Were you crying? Who did this to you?" By responding with a laugh at the strong protective instinct that Obanai possesses, you reply that it is his allergic condition that is under attack. Obanai can't help but be around you all the time, showering you with affection, even if he doesn't seem to be very approachable at times, when it comes to you the story changes. Clinging to you he whispers sweet sentences while your hair is caressed. This after having run to get all your treatment. You yourself suffering from affliction don't think it's bad to feel covered and medicated by the love that Obanai shows...

Uzui

He arrives happy from the last mission he had and missing you goes to meet you, but finds you dealing with your unfortunate situation. You can feel in the tone of his voice, the sweetness with which he treats you. "- Awww honey, you got sick because I wasn't here, tell the truth you were missing me so much that you're fainting." The phrases have a tone of humor, but inside he hates knowing you're sick. You are served by everyone around, a medical team is invoked just to support you, yes he is exaggerated... You can say as many times as you want it is not necessary, but he will never listen to you in this matter and together with a hug you you can even get a "scolding"... "- I decide what's best for you love shhhh."

King Gyomei

He is the perfect nurse, in every way possible. Why?... Well, Gyomei is a perfectionist, as soon as he fell in love with you and found out about your condition he took a real course with Kocho to know when and how to take care of you properly, he knows exactly what to do when it happens. Gyomei loves to take care of you, he cooks and manage all your routine. Along with the care he generously bestows on your being, expect a lot of affection, sweet names to define your being..."baby"..."sweetheart"...etc. The soft and gentle touch comes with to do whatever your treatment asks... this giant hadsome has a weak point, and it's you...and seeing Gyomei surrendered like this, all by yourself you don't want to get better so early...

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