#chainsaw man yoshida x y/n

[kittyzu]

yoshida who — ࣪⭑

• forces you to cockwarm him when he’s busy studying.

• fucks you in front of your friends to remind them who you belong to. he absolutely doesn’t care about consent and will hold you down forcefully if he needs to.

• stalked you for months before he finally made his move. he paid some kid to try and rob you so he could swoop in and save you. + jokes on you because you fell for it

• makes you fuck denji. he has a soft spot for the shorter boy and wants him to enjoy himself. + no he doesn’t care if you cry, he loves it.

• fucks you while you’re sleeping. he can’t resist your pliant body and it’s not hai fault he’s so into you.

• follows you everywhere. he’s stealthy and good at hiding in plain sight. he doesn’t trust your friends so he keeps an eye on you.

• knows your entire schedule better than his own. he needs to keep what belongs to him close after all.

• would drug you if you weren’t in the mood. he’s getting his nut no matter what.

[saintkaylaa]

sexy time…

(aki, kishibe, angel, & yoshida)

note: you schedule shexs

warnings: suggestive, sex?, gn!reader, f!reader on kishibe

— aki

— angel

— kishibe

— yoshida

[celabi]

Soft moments with Aki and Yoshida. Slightly suggestive in aki’s section ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

AKI HAYAKAWA sighs in exhaustion, groggily reaching up to tug out his hair band to let his black locks fall down onto his shoulders, he’s tired— like he always is whenever he gets off work, especially after the devil he was sent to exterminate turns out to be more troublesome then anticipated. He let’s a few curses slip from this lips when his shoe laces get tangled around one another, making him squat down to the ground in the middle of the doorway and tug at them in frustration. His katana is still strapped to his back, and he considerers cutting through the lace so he can get to the bathroom and relive himself— if not for someone crouching down in front of him and softly swatting his hands away. Aki looks up with droopy eyes, a small smile overtaking his previous balked expression as your face comes into view, tongue swiped across your lips in concentration while you carefully pull the laces apart to not tangle them further.

He breathes out in content, letting his head fall onto your shoulder and taking a long and deep inhale, allowing your sweet aroma to enter his senses which instantly calms him down, so much that the taste of ash leave his mouth and is instead replaced with the feeling of want. “You’re always so good to me, sweetheart.” He murmurs into the crease of your neck, his nose running along your skin when his head repositions until your both face to face. “Smell so good too,” his hot breath fans your face, and you fail to suppress your shudder when the smell of cigarette ash enters your nose. His hand leaves from the spot on your knee to slowly hike up your leg and firmly rest on your waist, his fingers skilfully hooking under the hem of your shirt to rest onto the bare flesh of your hip. “Cold? Don’t worry, I promise to warm you up.”

It’s like all the fatigue he had stored in his body before had vanished into thin air as he hoists you up from the floor and into his embrace, his arms securing under your ass so you don’t fall backwards. He starts trudging through the small apartment, trying not to stumble into the walls while his head is dipped into your neck to litter small, soft kisses onto your skin, making you grip his hair to stabilise. You whimper out his name, your voice so embarrassed and meek it makes him bite down into your flesh with a pulled out groan. Aki only pulls away to open your bedroom door, stalking up to the bed and laying you down flat on your back. You look up and watch him while he slowly begins to loosen his tie, and not once do his lidded eyes leave your waiting ones. “Don’t worry, baby, ‘m gonna give you what you want.”

It’s uncomfortable, and so very hard to concentrate when YOSHIDA HIROFUMI’s eyes stare so intently at your face, so much so that your handwriting just starts to get messy and messier with each word you write. You don’t think he knows how much his gaze makes it hard to focus, considering the love adoring smile he has etched on his lips. You don’t even try to turn away because you know he would just grip your chin and pull you back to face him again, like he did last time. “Something wrong?” He questions with a head tilt, snapping you of of your daze to see that your pen is just scribbling nonsense along the paper. You sigh, bring your hand up to rub your cheek before leaning on your palm, copying him and staring right back into his eyes.

“Mhm.” You nod, rolling your eyes and tapping your fingers along the table. It’s lunch time at school, so no one else was present in the classroom except the two of you and the teacher who was slumped over their desk and fast asleep. You remember, as soon as the bell rang, Yoshida quickly turned his chair around to face your desk and just sit and watch you continue to work on the assignment that was tasked— waving off his friends when they offered to stay eat lunch with him. “Stop looking at me like that.” You mutter, reaching down to your backpack and grabbing your lunch. He hums, the smile had not once left his face— in fact, it grew as he watched you nibble on your food like a chipmunk. ‘They’re Cute.’

“Like what?” His eyebrow raises, his foot now tapping on the floor tiles— not out of boredom, but adoration. Swallowing the last bite of your sandwich, you roll your eyes again and look to the side. “Like I’m your everything.” That makes Yoshida’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second before they return to neutral, his smile slowly forming into a smirk as he reaches out and grabs your hand, stopping you from tidying your desk before he brings it to his lips— placing a soft, chaste kiss to your knuckles and running his thumb along your fingers. “Maybe because you are, baby.” He murmurs, softly chuckling when you flush and try your best to avoid his eyes, covering your face with you free hand. But he doesn’t miss the shy smile that adorns your lips. “My everything.”

[blueparadis]

so lovesick.

[ notes ] :: this was supposed to be only for aki , a drabble but i got carried away. it's been a while i haven't written on them. | redirect to blog navigation!

[ characters ] :: aki hayakawa & yoshida hirofumi. | word count :: 1kish.

[ ! ] :: f!reader, making love, boyfriend headcanons but not really, fluff, domesticity, live-in, some n$fw headcanons + scenarios, fwb!relationship , mention of $moking & drinking.

꒰ AKI HAYAKAWA ⁠꒱

+. lovesick!aki always sits beside her during dinner just to hold her hand under the table or rest it on her thighs while leaning to grab the seasoning, even after innumerable failed attempts to occupy both her sides by Power and Denji.

+. lovesick!aki never forgets to take his girl out to dates during weekends in the name of “just a change of air” , or “exploring new cafés in town” just to see the smile on her face while having the same flavored desserts. He never gets tired of it while it boggles his mind why isn't she tired of that same damn flavor yet?

+. lovesick!aki just can not take his eyes off her whenever she is tying her hair up in a ponytail with the same rubber band that he managed to get back from power after rounds of stone-paper-scissors. It does not matter if she is within his hand's reach or not, he is still gonna press a soft peck on her nape.

+. lovesick!aki likes to watch movies with her, preferably at home, during Fridays when power and denji are asleep in other room while he is deep under the covers with his hands under her dress, his chin on her shoulder and her eyes occasionally glancing at him whenever he bucks his hips forward.

+. lovesick!aki manages, at least, two bubble bath sessions with his girl in a month. Amongst those dim lights and scented candles he thinks that she looks even more beautiful, more wild and responsive under his touches. He does not touch her much but the feeling of her skin against him makes him so dizzy that all he can think is to touch her. But he doesn't since he has to listen to her, talking about her day. His responses are a trail of hums: “mm-hm.”, “i see”, “is that so?” & just lits a cigarette thinking maybe he can, just, blow the smoke in her mouth when she's done talking.

+. lovesick!aki loves to hold y/n’s hands during sex, be it making out or or kissing her by having her up against the wall. Be it missionary or reverse cowgirl : he likes this sight of her pretty calloused fingers, painted nails interlaced with his rough ones. “Fuck, baby. . .”, he rasps as she bobs on him with his cock inside her,“ you’re getting ~mhnm— good at— at this.position.” He amends while clasping her hands at the valley of her waist as he enjoys the view of her back, riding him in reverse cowgirl.

꒰ YOSHIDA HIROFUMI ⁠꒱

+. lovesick!yoshida has y/n’s phone number saved with a different ringtone for calls and different messages tone from others so that every time she messages his heart lights up with joy even if he can't get back to her right away.

+. lovesick!yoshida never tells her about his rough days because he thinks he might be worrying too much for him, and might end up leaving him but can not really deny it when he hears her soft voice asking, “had a bad day? Wanna talk about it? It's okay. I'll just listen.”

+. lovesick!yoshida likes the idea of her waiting for him before any dates yet he is always early, always the one waiting for at least ten to fifteen minutes. She's not late, he is just early. That's all.

+. lovesick!yoshida loves to see her in little revealing clothes, especially when he is around because, with every blink of his eyes, he will look at her, mind wandering about tonight's sex and thinking of the last night so that he could see the art he did to her skin and do more.

+. lovesickyoshida never forgets the fact that y/n hates taking pills. So, there are always condoms laying at the bottom of his backpack but the thing is she rarely lets him do it and in all honesty, he likes other things — other things such as tying her hands to eat her out while jacking off, or the other way around. He is ready to explore whatever territory she will introduce to him.

+. lovesick!yoshida loves to take her from the back because it just feels so good to be inside her, feeling her body trembling at each thrust, twitching when he bites her ears, and moaning when he shoots his cum in spurs.

@tokyometronetwork @public-safety-network

[scumvillains]

yoshida is a freak

initially hes unnerving, makes you feel uneasy

youve told him plenty of times youre just friends he cant just lean in for rough bites of kisses or let icy, cruel, hands brush so closely to your ass, and for a while he listens, understands maybe he needs to play with food a little before he devours it

so he lets you have your fun, partaking in a handful of uneventuful relationships. because he needs you to need him. and eventually you do. after every bump in the uneven ground that is your narrow array of suitors youre at his door, welcomed in before listening to his soft coos at your ear like a thick warm syrup

sweetheart, youre in the right

how could he say that?

you deserve so much better

oh come here, ive got you

and doesnt he? hes proding you with a fork like the finest cut of meat he believes you are but every hair of yours he tucks away from your tear stricken face, gentle kiss he places on the crown of your head, and comforting carress to your skin has you feeling more than youve felt at all lately

and you dont see the venmous glint in his eye when he hears the doorbell and knows it means theres a issue in your endeavors. you dont see the hospital bills for the past suitors hes sent there, bloody, broken, bandaged. you dont see him hidden behind corridors as you foolishly entertain these boys nor do you see the nightly inner workings of his corrupted brain conjuring up pretty images of you clinging to him, the concept of your whines paired with dewy tears making his cock flushed, red, angry

so you sniffle, lean up, and press your plush lips to his, hungry hands immediately traveling down to hold your hips in a deathly grip, while he lets out a content sigh against your mouth that cant be anything else but a desperate affirmation of victory

he can finally devour

[cendriilon]

Yoshida Headcanons

Warnings: none, hooray!

•••|•••|•••|•••|•••

Yoshida who looks super hot and handsome and kind of freaky on the outside, but on the inside has never touched another person (non violently) in his life

Yoshida who always sleeps at least four inches away from you because he doesn’t want to bother you if he snores (he doesn’t even know if he does)

Yoshida who always sleeps after you whether you like it or not

Yoshida who also manages to wake up before you do

Yoshida who never gets sick but always takes care of you when you catch a cold (it’s because he’d built an insane immune system)

Yoshida who as a kid, strictly ate dirt and worms for funsies while his guardian watched in horror

Yoshida who looks like a sickly orphan boy lurking in the shadows at night because he just came back from stalking Denji

Yoshida who always catches onto the smallest things and will do anything it takes to lift up your mood even just a little bit

Yoshida who is touch starved but doesn’t know it because his job is so busy

Yoshida who seems distant and closed off only because he’s actually never handled other people well before

Yoshida who either can’t sing for shit but hums to your favorite songs you play on repeat or…

Yoshida who swears up and down that he can’t sing but actually sounds like a god

Yoshida who sometimes walks with you from a distance making it look like he’s your stalker (on accident)

Yoshida who smothers you with everything you enjoy on some days because he just felt like it

Yoshida who kisses you so infrequently you forget what he tastes like (he doesn’t mean to)

Yoshida who won’t start anything romantic unless you start it first

Yoshida who touches the back of your neck to freak you out and laugh

Yoshida who sometimes, once in a blue moon, kisses you in public (in front of Denji) so he can ‘assert his dominance’

Yoshida who acts like a sad puppy when you get hurt

Yoshida who is willing to die because you got hurt because of him (maybe something related to his job)

Yoshida who bites you for fun when you two are hugging

Yoshida who’s touches can be read as romantic or sexual but in reality they’re just a sign of platonic affection

Yoshida who cannot for the life of him read obvious social cues (either that or he doesn’t care)

Yoshida who has cold ass hands that need to be warmed 24/7 with yours

[bootybumper808]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 APPLE CIDER! frenemies?!

SYNOPSIS : both [name] and denji’s doordash got mixed up, as the opposing persons order ended up on their doorstep. one got to enjoy it nonetheless whilst the other was left with nothing due to someone they lived with. despite the outcome, they both tweeted about it and found each other

MASTERLIST ─── prev ➤ next

NOTE : ouhh denji is so ooc it BURNS MEEEE 😭 how we feeling abt csm chapter 164 tho? 🙊

taglist : @wishi-selfships, @jazminichu, @uhnanix

[lehguru]

HIGH-SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS + YOSHIDA HIROFUMI

you meet your high-school sweetheart after years of not seeing him!!

warnings: this is part of fluff month, this was too long but...d-dont look at me + requests are open ! check pinned post for requesting rules

you remember he was gorgeous during high-school. yoshida was one of the prettiest boys not only in your class, but, and everyone agreed, in the entire school. and you were close to him. and you loved him. you thought he felt the same – he told you more than once about his feelings and you two almost started to date – and you thought you two would end up sticking together after graduation. until he disappeared completely one day.

you thought something happened because of his job. in the next weeks of his disappearance, you watched the news religiously, wanting to see if his face appeared as "young devil hunter victim of a devil attack". but no. nothing ever came up.

years later, you still thought about it. the old polaroids that you kept in a box, hidden in the deepest part of your closet, reminded you of his face and the future your younger self planned. one of the pictures was really dear for you. you were smiling at the camera, doing a peace sign with your hand; yoshida stood next to you, but he wasn't looking at the camera like you. he was looking at your smiling self, a soft smile on his lips. your hopes of seeing him again slowly died throughout the years and that box was just something that hurt you.

asa and denji, your high school friends, wanted to see you. for a long, really long, time, they kept on sending you texts and leaving voicemails on your phone to invite you out. your schedule made it really hard for you to fit a meet-up in, so you always end up refusing. but it's asa and denji. they would find a way.

and they did. you arrived from your university early; you were glad for that moment, because it would mean that you would be able to rest more and finally watch that movie you've been wanting to watch for weeks now. you opened the door for your apartment and a fit of giggles immediately hit your ears, and you know who they belong to.

"asa?" you called out and the girl's face popped up from behind the kitchen door. "what– how did you get in here?"

"surprise!" the girl and denji said in unison. you blinked in confusion and denji took some steps forward with your favorite dish on his hands. he smiled widely and said, "we thought about surprisin' you, heh."

with the way the duo looked like, you couldn't help, but smile. you really missed those dorks. "thanks, guys. but since when you two can cook without getting yourselves all dirty?"

"i made it." a deep voice said from behind them and, when the person stepped into your view, your breath caught in your throat. yoshida? "i made your favorite from back in high school. i hope you still enjoy it."

you opened and closed your mouth twice before simply nodding and murmuring a "y-yeah, i do."

asa seemed to notice the small tension and awkwardness that slowly started to build up; she grabbed denji's arm and started to pull him, making him leave the meal in the counter before they made their way to the living room. you were pretty sure that denji murmured a "wait, weren't they lovers or somethin'? why the fuck are you pullin' me away" before they were out of sight.

yoshida took a few steps forward, until he was right in front of you. he was taller and so much more handsome than you remember. his hair was shorter, he had two new lip piercings – snake bites, if you recalled the name right – and the way that his t-shirt hugged his body made you notice his toned muscles. his hand slowly came to hold your cheek and you let him.

"why did you leave?" these words slipped past your lips before you could stop them.

yoshida sighed and looked into your eyes, his dark irises seemed to engulf you inside them. "sorry 'bout that. i still don' know why i left. scared, i guess." he finished his sentence with a humourless chuckle. "could we start over? you can punch me if you want, i just–"

"not that early." you murmured, taking his hand away from your face. you started walking to the kitchen, softly bumping your shoulder on his while you were passing by the man. with the corner of your eye, you noticed his face drop and your heart clenched with the urge to forgive him. "you're gonna have to cook a lot for me before i fully forgive you. for free too."

the deep laughter that he did made you smile too. "yeah, sure. i need a place to stay anyway, i can be your butler."

2023 © content belongs to lehguru, but the characters used on them belong to their respective creators!!

[koishiro]

would you do a yoshida moodboard from chainsaw man? (if you know him that is) maybe old man kishibe?

Dating Yoshida Hirofumi <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : oh my god I love yoshida 🥹😭

kishibe will be followed up soon! 💕

[denjirv]

By the way one of the asks mentioned Aki and Yoshida flirting with fiend!reader. How do you think they flirt with the reader? Considering that even if no one knows what's going on with the reader and Kishibe both of them are extremely close.

Aki is more subtle, like to think he got no rizz but he may do unintentionally smooth things. Classic moving hair away from face, getting protective of you during missions and being a gentlemen by lending you his jacket when your cold, it's nice but it doesn't make you feel as warm as Kishibe's

Yoshida is more open with his teasing, not afraid to really say what he thinks of you and how cute you are as a fiend. Still lowkey think you're cute when you unhinge your jaw and gulp a feast down- creepy dude got creepy taste

[lactosa2]

Solo Aki, denji y Yoshida con una pareja a la cual le gusta cocinar, si algo simple pero lindo 😽

Aki

El también cocina, pero solo lo hace por necesidad, así que está totalmente de acuerdo con que seas tú quien cocine

Cada vez que lo haga te agradecería de diferentes formas, no con regalos extravagantes, solo un "gracias" y un beso en la mejilla

Le encanta verte hacerlo, estará sentado mientras observa en silencio como lo haces, preguntando que estás haciendo para escuchar tu voz relajada hablando sobre algo que te gusta

No importa que es se lo comerá todo, jamás escucharás una queja de el

Dependiendo del día el será quien te cocine, una forma de agradecerte por alimentarlo tantas veces. Cuando estén comiendo preguntará si quedo bien y que puede hacer para que quede mejor la próxima vez

Denji

No sabe cocinar, así que cada vez que lo haces queda impresionado, preguntándote que platillo estás preparando o como lo estás haciendo

Puede estar quemado, salado, ácido, crudo por dentro, pero sin importar que el estará ansioso por comer lo que hiciste, e insistirá en qué lo dejes comer

Intentará ayudarte cocinando, ofreciendo su ayuda, está tan fascinado con lo que haces que el también quiere intentar

Totalmente agradecido de que lo dejes probar tu comida, siempre dándote regalos antes o después de comer

Le encanta comer, pero si come todos los días lo mismo se aburrirá de eso y preferirá otra cosa, por lo que podrías intentar variar en tus preparaciones y si lo haces el será extremadamente detallista y amoroso por el resto de su relación

Yoshida

Sabe cocinar, solo lo básico así que no es gran fan de hacerlo

Cada vez que lo haces estará observando con una sonrisa

Es el mejor si quieres enseñarle a alguien como cocinar, estará atento y callado, asintiendo cada vez que le preguntes algo

Estará muy agradecido por qué hayas cocinado para el, dándote besos, abrazos o pequeños regalos

Le gusta cocinar contigo, y mientras lo hacen te abrazara por atrás rodeando tu cintura con un brazo y reposando su cabeza en tu hombro, le gusta demasiado hacer eso jiji

No tiene comida favorita en general, así que comerá lo que le cocines como si fuera su plato favorito

Esto fue algo simple pero, entre más simple mejor 😼😼

[kittyzu]

[ warnings — nsfw, stepcest, dubcon, name calling, noncon filming, dacryphilia, manipulation ]

a/n : reader is 18+ !! (and so is everyone in this)

— caught cheating with :

YOSHIDA - ࣪⭑

• you didn’t want to at first. you really do love your partner and they make you happy.

your mistakes was trusting yoshida. he’s supposed to be your older brother, stepbrother yes but still family. someone who protects and loves you right? wrong

he sneaks into your room one night and you’re so tired that you just let him have his way with you.

you don’t even see the phone before it’s too late and your s/o’s shocked and sad face is the first thing you see as you’re cummimg all over yoshida’s cock.

“it’s okay puppy, you have me now” he smirks, kissing your cheek, “and you know i love you so much, don’t you?”

AKI - ࣪⭑

you’re both way too drunk to even function but that’s not stopping you.

you’ve been running circles around each other for months and even though you’re both dating other people, you obviously like each other a little too much for just friends.

you’re on top, gripping his shoulders hard enough to draw blood as you ride him. it feels so good that you both don’t hear the door opening and closing until it’s too late.

your s/o looks so hurt and confused and his partner looks disgusted.

“i always knew you were a fucking whore y/n but you could’ve fucked somebody else’s boyfriend!” his s/o screams, “i hate you so much”

your s/o is too embarrassed to even say anything, silently walking back out your apartment.

you and aki start dating a month later and no one is surprised by the news.

KISHIBE - ࣪⭑

the old man is just a horny pervert.

you’re young and sexy and he can’t help but jerk off at night thinking about you. even though his married to your mom !!

he’s good with his words and he knows that. he’s always been smooth and it’s how he got with your mother in the first place.

“you do love me, don’t you darling?” he whispers, gently running his fingers up and down the inside of your thigh, “don’t i treat you good hm?”

your teary eyes only make his dick hard. he loves the idea of you crying for him and because of him and it’s not helping with him wanting to fuck you.

he knows you feel guilty but it doesn’t stop you from opening your legs for him anyway.

it’s not until he’s balls deep inside you that your mom walks in. she’s early from her work trip and wanted to surprise you both. you two ended up surprising her!

she doesn’t even know how to react but before she can threaten either one of you, kishibe kisses your forehead and leaves you alone in your bedroom.

the sicko convinces your mom that it’s a mistake and she stays with him.

you two definitely have sex more often.

DENJI - ࣪⭑

you know he’s horny all the time. he thinks about boobs way too often and when he does eventually get a girlfriend, she’s all he thinks about 24/7.

he trusts you because you’re supposed to be his best friend. the first person after power that he feels a real family bond with but you have other plans.

you purposely start dressing skimpy around him. he loves boobs so it’s so easy to entice him and you know he’ll cave even if he feels bad about it.

he ends up rutting against you like a bitch in heat, begging you to help him feel better.

“fuck fuck fuck” he cries out, finally slipping inside your tight pussy. it feels so good that he can’t stop even when his bedroom door opens and it’s his girlfriend standing next to power.

“DENJI?!” you knew they’d blame him. you’re far too cute and sweet and they all know how denji behaves.

he doesn’t even deny it. he does feel guilty about it because he did approach you.

after all, just because a woman wears short and sexy clothing, doesn’t mean she wants to have sex right?

QUANXI - ࣪⭑

she has no excuses for her behaviour. she already has enough girlfriends doesn’t she?

she knows she’s being greedy but she watched you bounce on kishibe’s cock one day when you both thought she was sleeping and she can’t help how horny she got.

not because of him but because of you. you’re so hot and she’s always appreciated a pretty girl so it’s nothing new.

you’re no better. you know your relationship with kishibe is relatively new and you don’t want to ruin it but she does have pretty fingers and they’re so much longer than yours are.

you can’t get off by yourself anymore and you’re so frustrated. kishibe has been so busy lately and you’re lonely so when she offers to help you, you don’t even think twice about it.

“look at you slut” she chuckles, “your pussy is so fucking greedy”

she likes the way your face looks when you cum and she needs to see it for herself, even at the expense of her long time friend.

she feels bad because she rejected kishibe only to turn around and fuck his girlfriend. she really was a terrible friend

it doesn’t stop her from pushing your legs apart and sticking her tongue inside your pussy.

kishibe walks in just as you’re about to cum, head thrown back and your eyes closed in bliss.

“having fun baby?” he sighs, too tired to feel anything.

it’s not like he can blame you. he feels for you when you’re lonely and he promises to be a better boyfriend in future.

[saintkaylaa]

are you cheating?…

(ft. aki, angel, kishibe, & yoshida)

warnings: cursing, suggestive, kishibe & you being toxic cute, f!reader

— aki

— angel

— kishibe

— yoshida

[katsutaki]

Welcome

Hey Guys and welcome to my new Blog,

after some time thinking I've decided to start a new blog on tumblr for a new beginning! My first blog was @titanjujuzist , maybe you know it😊 I wasn't very active there, but I want to change that with this new blog!

I'm really motivated to write something for my favorite Fandoms: Jujutsu Kaisen and Chainsaw Man and maybe for some more if I have ideas for them, but that depends on my motivation🙊 I will focus mainly on these two awesome Fandoms, for now😊

For Chainsaw Man I have decided that I will only write for special persons at the moment, maybe that will change, we will see🙊😊 The characters I will write for are:

Kishibe, Yoshida, Aki, Quanxi and Angel

For Jujutsu Kaisen I love to write especially for Nanami, he is my absolute favorite character (same goes for Kishibe from Chainsaw Man🙈), but I also write for all the other characters except Geto and Mahito, sorry but I really can't stand them..

I will try my best to keep everything genderneutral, except when you explicitely request for a certain gender, etc. With this I hope many of you can relate to my writings :D

Also I will repost some of my older works, sorry if you already know them🙈 But for now I think I have talked enough and I hope that you will send me some Requests! The Ask Box is OPEN for you😁

Important disclaimer: This blog is a safe space for everyone and no kind of discrimination will be allowed here, as well as stupid shipping wars or insulting certain characters. We are all fans, we are all kinda nerds, so let's be a great, non-toxic community. Thank you a lot <3

[blueparadis]

AMONG GODS AND MONSTERS + YOSHIDA HIROGUMI.

───❪ content & tags ❫⋮ A ceratin kitsune!hybrid with some magical powers takes a drastic step when pushed to the brink of death. In this survival of game, Yoshida does not know if its okay to blur the line between good and evil, between gods and monsters to survive death. { kitsune-hybrid!Yoshida x human!fem!reader, possessive behavior, smut descriptions, some mixed references of myths, sacrilegious themes.} word count— 2.5k. 

───❪ notes ❫⋮This is a submission of my entry for spring collab hosted by @public-safety-network & also tagging @orchid3a cuz i lob u the most. My exams are postponed so i took the liberty to finish a collab entry so my any means this won't be my best performance but i can assure you since i wrote on Yoshida i wrote it with all my heart, soul and ( redacted ) so yeah, you can enjoy this and if you do, don't forget to reblog.

Snow is falling outside. The world is covered in white, the trees have stopped singing, and the birds that have ceased crinkling. There is a kitsune sitting under a tree where the snow has yet to lay claim, brown and soft. Not a single creature can be heard breathing yet there is a trail of footsteps towards the snow-clad mountains. The kitsune walks up towards the trail of footprints and sniffs it. It is of a human and that too, of a female. As much as his eyes permit, Yoshida can only conjecture that the trail leads to the highest mountain peak. There is nothing at the summit of the mountains, never was; except the abandoned temple. It is almost a quincentennial old. Gusts of wind swirl around him as he changes his form from a simple mountain kitsune into his true form— he almost looks like a human but he is not one. Being in his true form has many perks— he can not be seen by others while he can see everything, his locomotive powers increase, and the sense of hearing and smell and as such are all heightened. He is greater than humans but lower than the gods, an outcast; a borderline creature among gods and monsters.

He reaches the top of the mountain within a minute. He scans the place and sees nothing except the abandoned temple. It has rusted bars, broken bricks,outgrowth of plants along the pillars and no traces of any prayer. Whoever came to his home must have returned or got lost in their way while coming here or may have died. That’s right, the forsaken temple is where he lives. A lazy yawn escapes his mouth. His mouth remains open agape as his ears pick up noise— the sound of a heart beating. His ears perk up. There is more: a sob and ragged breathing. Has human heartbeat always been this loud or is it just the place that it’s quiet? 

Yoshida takes a few steps toward the temple to see the source of the sound and when his eyes lay upon the girl who is crying with her knees pressed against her chest sitting at the corner of the staircase of the temple he wonders, have humans always been this ravishing? The girl wore a red gown made of thick velvet with gold and silver embroidery, and all the jewelry from her head-to-toe was made of fresh flowers and plant twigs. Yoshida does not remember any diviner aroma more than this. His interaction with humans has always been scarce, filled with nothing but bad memories. So, he does know if it is okay to be intrigued by the same creatures that have appalled him for centuries. The kitsune-being studies her for a while as she keeps on crying. He could touch her head and come to know what is the reason that has this flawless mortal in her lowest spirits but that would call upon a great peril on himself. He would become visible to her and she would definitely think of him as some sort of god, which he is not. 

The girl finally tips up her head. Yoshida Hirofumi has been living here for centuries. He has seen so many colors of humanity. He is not a believer in God. He does not need to. He is powerful enough to live on by himself but if he had to believe in the power and the Almighty, he would definitely believe in you. He watches you turn a little in the direction of the altar which is filled with dry twigs, broken branches, withered flowers, and dust. Your palms come together, your head tips up, and shaky lips crack open. “Dear god, if you can hear me if you. . .really exist please save me from being killed. Dear god. . .” You did not get to finish your prayer because clouds started to gather, winds started to blow from all directions, and all the flambeaus in the village at the foot of the mountain died casting a shadow all over it. Without much second thought, you run in the direction of your home with bare feet down the hill while Yoshida stands with rage brimming in his veins, mind, and soul. How dare a mere mortal threaten his existence?

There is a story believed by the people for centuries in this village. People say that this village is cursed which is why winter is the longest in this place than others. The villagers always had a set of precautions to defend themselves from this frosty cruel climate. They always did until they did not. One time, at the dead of night a girl from one of the wealthiest families went missing. A few days later, her body was discovered by the side of a river. She was decorated from head to toe, in bridal attire, and had blood stains on her inner garments near her crotch. While the priest rejoiced announcing how her death brought early spring in this village, the physician declared she died by breaking her neck after losing her virginity. 

None knew this was a murder. None knew except a kitsune that witnessed a naive girl falling for a man, trying to run from her fate and hence falling prey to the very hands of her fate. That is what he believes in, fate. A track, so strong that none can defy it. Yoshida has been surviving for centuries among humans, by not playing god. He roomed within the deserted temple for a reason. No mortals would ever come to pray at an old temple. No human can ever be such a big fool to pray where the gods do not live. But tonight, Yoshida heard a prayer amidst the altar. It is not a small thing that can be brushed under the rug like dust. If he fails to fulfill the prayer he will cease to exist. He has been labeled with a lifespan now, that is until you die. He has time which is not much now that he is tied to you. To be bound to a mortal by death seems a little too much as punishment for being an outcast among the gods. He can not accomplish that wish of yours. He is not a god. He understands God. God has a choice whether to save your life or his. He is deprived of such luxury. Now, he has to play god otherwise he would die.

When something bad happens to you, you start to believe in superstitions. And, when something bad keeps happening to you, you start to pray. Your current situation was the latter, at the mercy of the gods begging for your life. From the early days of childhood, at least when you were old enough to understand the difference between good and evil, you had no faith in god. You did not believe in gods but perhaps the gods really exist otherwise when the last ice queen was sacrificed to the winter lord, that is, to the god of winter; spring blessed the village within a week. At the blooming age of adolescence you were declared as the sacrifice for the next “ice-queen” With such a hefty title along with your name, you knew you had no choice of running away. If you had fled, your sister or your friends would have been sacrificed in your place which did not seem fair to you. Sure, their turns would come when it's time but who are you to push them to their death by avoiding yours? Isn't it the deeds of god? Or perhaps a Shinigami? The weather on the day of your sacrifice was extremely dangerous. It forbade all the villagers to stay outdoors and all tourists to reschedule their visit for the holy union of the ice-queen and winter-lord. Perhaps the god was angry at you for running away. He must be otherwise, why would the winter turn so brutal? Somehow it did not make sense to you. Why would a god suddenly be angry when he has been worshipped for aeons? You look through the crack of the window, tears streaming down your face feeling betrayed by everyone, by your mother, your father, and your sister who had kept you in a locked room so that you do not try to flee again. You open the window letting the cold bite your skin. And there, you see the temple high on mountains and a shadow lurking among the pillars. Perhaps, god did exist after all.

At Fortnite, when you visit the temple in the high of the mountains Yoshida feels unearthly. Seeing you alive and well, even if the night of sacrifice has passed he feels that he is being reborn. Your eyes are not puffy anymore, and neither do you have a runny nose like the day he first saw you. You are breathing tenderly and your heartbeat seems soft and stable. He does not understand why you are here. The winter still persists. The snow is still knee-deep but Yoshida does not understand why the villagers had kept you alive. You should be dead stripping him naked from all his godlike powers turning him into a mere mountain fox. Of course, you crossed his mind on the day of sacrifice when he was supposed to lose all his powers but he did not. He did not think of this any further taking upon the fact that he might be reading wrong for all of these. Perhaps, your prayer did not reach him in the right place and time. But all his clouds of confusion passed away when you prayed again. You notice a kitsune snuggling up to your feet as you pray. It is the same kitsune you have seen sleeping at the foot of the mountain, under the tree on a cold evening when you first came here. 

“Dear God. I believe in you.” You keep two baskets at the door of the altar stacked with various fruits and foods. They were offerings for you on the first day of your sacrifice. Throughout time, this sacrifice ritual has turned into quite an attractive yearly occurrence. It lasted seven days with all sorts of preparation for a bride and has turned into a major tourist attraction dragging people from other villages, celebrating it as a festive event, and sometimes participating in them. You go on your knees and bow down your head. Rising up you utter with a sweet hopeful voice. “You are my God.” Yoshida notices your lip curl in delight and for a moment he thinks he could touch you, feel you, to have you but then he remembers you are a gift for God, a thing that must not be tainted. A short-lived chuckle escapes his mouth as he sees you going on your knees as you whisper, “I hope to see you soon, my God.” 

Yoshida decides to play God for tonight. Tonight is the time when you will be killed, a gift to god. He does not know how he is going to save you but he must otherwise he will die. He is sure of it. He is now lurking in his kitsune form amidst the crowd while you are high on the stage seated in the most graceful manner staring at the poisoned cup of syrup that you are supposed to drink. The ritual is supposed to start by any minute now. The mass that has gathered in front of you will be on their knees and hands closed for prayers. When they will chant the mantras for the god of winter; when the hymns and instruments will be in perpetual cacophony to summon the god you will drink the syrup and sacrifice yourself to the god of winter to welcome spring. 

You see the mass going on their knees while your heart drops at the pit of your stomach. You close your eyes as you hear the name of winter-lord rising in unison in the voices of all those people you have lived half a life with and then, when you open your eyes with your vision blurred you witness a miracle. The fox who has been following you around since you were a child transformed into a human, but bigger. His hands rose along his ears and the moment it dropped there was nothing but absolute darkness. You were already sedated a little so that you could not run away but you could feel a hand scooping you into the air. You could see the whole village engulfed in darkness from atop the sky until your eyelids were heavy and you plunged into slumber.

When you woke up, you were pressed against the chest of a man, your hands resisted between the two hearts while his arms were embracing you lying on a soft quilt. To think that you have witnessed a fox spirit is beyond any tale you have ever heard in the village.  You stare at him in awe digesting the fact that how humane he looks. No one can tell that he is not human. “Are you awake, love?”  Even with such chilling winds you do not feel cold, rather the opposite.

His voice echoes. It feels divine as you give him a nod. You remember how one must always stay away from a fox spirit, for it can only devour you by deceiving you, that is how they survive. The dawn is almost breaking. You can now see, what seems to be the statue of the God of Winter, more precisely the Winter lord as you arch on your back feeling him roll over you. “I’ve waited for you so long, my God,” you whisper knowing it is useless to resist and why would you? You have been saved. Prophets would say you have been re-born, that you are one of a kind, that you are an angel sent from heaven, that you are the blessing that would free the other girls from the same fate, that you are almost God.

Yoshida certainly does not understand God but being your savior and mating with you amongst the altar of the very temple that has been worshipped by mortals for aeons sure gives him the thrill of being a God. And he thinks he can be. He can play god for a while, just for you. He dips his head in the crook of your neck starting to pepper kisses and trailing them up to your lower belly. He looks at the eyes of the statue before diving in between your legs. A gust of wind closes the door of the altar as he claims you as his own in front of the Gods. He eats you out until he hears a series of ludicrous moans from you. Your hands clutch his arms as he positions himself in front of your entrance ready to make you one of his kind by mating with you. While all the villagers are still sleeping at the foot of the mountain, a certain fox spirit is ready to show you a new world to you by playing god.

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