Can You Imagine Jealous!Kyojuro?

Can you imagine Jealous!Kyojuro?

TW: jealousy, yandere themes, mentions defilement, mentions of blood and gore, clueless reader (?), angry boi, believe that's it lmk!

this is slightly proofread (i read through it once) :p

Jealous!Kyojuro who watches from afar, a slayer who is far too touchy. He has his hands on you, brushing off nonexistent dirt from your collarbone, defintely too close to your chest.

Jealous!Kyojuro whose bright smile never leaves his face, not even for a moment. It’s a stark contrast to his inner turmoil. A raging fire within him, growing and growing until it seems to seep from his pores.

Jealous!Kyojuro whose stance is much more tense than usual, yet his attacks are coordinated. Poised and quick, his attacks are meant to kill. His training equipment suffers his wrath, tearing and snapping with each blow.

Jealous!Kyojuro who can’t focus anymore, the image of you smiling at that other slayer is engraved in his mind. And for once, his smile falls.

Jealous!Kyojuro whose stare is as deathly as his attacks. His eyes are narrowed, his pupils blown out, almost covering the entirety of the beautiful golden red eyes. His jaw is clenched, so hard a certain white haired male swears he can hear his teeth cracking.

Jealous!Kyojuro whose brows are furrowed, anyone who spares him a glance chalks it up to him being focused, but a closer look at his reddened skin and his standoffish attitude tells a different story.

Jealous!Kyojuro who swears to his white haired companion, and tries to make the same promise to himself, that he's only visiting for a chat. Nothing more or out of the ordinary. It's only a little chat, what could possibly go wrong?

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who realizes he shouldn't make promises he can't keep. It's a realization that hits him as soon as he hears just how much that slayer wants to defile you. To finally get his filthy hands on you, and bragging about how close he already is to getting a taste, weeks of half-hearted compliments and lending a helping hand finally paying off.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who doesn't remember walking out from his hiding place. And who certainly doesn't remember getting his hands filthy, stained in red and dripping with an essence he knows he'll need to scrub off.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who only remembers sliding his sword back into its hilt after the bodies were tossed out into the woods far from where they were, in an area he knows demons frequent.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who cares little about the demons he knows are circling him and the prey he's left them. Who doesn't bat an eye when he has to grab his sword and slash at a few of them, reminding them to keep away and enjoy their meal while they have it.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who, in his haze, let's a demon get far too close, the stinging slash of claws down his cheek and across his jaw is enough to snap him back to the present and, despite the stinging pain, he raises his sword once more.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who purposefully slashes a few of his uniform buttons during the fight, giving his opponents a singular opening. One that they try to take with each slash they throw at him, but never seem to get.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who holds himself back, only deflecting fatal blows and taking the less fatal ones. Who lets himself get roughed up, who lets the demons slash and kick at him before he finally slashes through the flesh of their necks with his sword.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who makes his way to where you're staying, knocking just loud enough for you to hear, panting, bloody, and bruised. Who when you open the door and gasp at his state, bringing him inside and worrying over him, can't help the grin that finally makes its way back to his handsome, albeit bloody, face.

Yandere!Kyojuro who would do anything for you.

Yandere!Kyojuro who has already done so much for you, who's murdered for you.

Yandere!Kyojuro who won't stop until you finally realize that there's no other man for you except him. The one who always seems to save you in any situation and will continue to do so.

Yandere!Kyojuro who loves you so dearly, he will keep waiting for you, because he is patient.

To an extent.

🫶🫶🫶🫶

on a lazy sunday morning, nanami rolls over to hold you, pulling you close. babe wake up, he murmurs, kissing you softly. you stir slightly. mm? you let him snuggle in, pressing your face into his chest with a question. i have a problem, he mumbles quietly into your ear. he pulls your waist close, legs intertwining with yours. it takes you a while before you notice it but you can feel him, semi-hard against your inner thigh, straining to free itself from his boxers. you want to laugh, but it comes out as a quiet hiccup, neither of you awake enough to move too much or speak too clearly.

eyes still closed, nanami nuzzles into your hair. wanna be inside you, he whispers, voice still rough with sleep. you try to laugh again, this time sounding like a soft choked breath. mm 'kay, you murmur back in reply. eyes still closed, you lift your hands up to cup his face, pulling yourself up with the help of nanami's hands, which push your hips up to align himself better with you. he sighs contentedly as he presses himself against you, neither of you moving to take off your clothes just yet. nanami presses his forehead to yours, slowly, taking his time. you can feel him getting harder slowly. nanami grunts as he pushes himself up on his elbows above you, knees on the bed, so that he can pull off your underwear - underwear he bought for you, nanami briefly registers - and slips them off your legs. you kick them lazily onto the floor, hands once again searching the air above you for him. nanami leans into your arms. he presses soft kisses onto your face, and your hands move down to help him pull down his boxers. he leans back again, parting from you to pull them down completely, sighing at the effort. he's almost fully awake now, which annoys him. kento? you mumble a question, eyes opening to see why he's troubled. he smiles at you gently. it's nothing, he says, we can go back to sleep together in a bit. you move in tandem as if you'd both practiced beforehand, your legs widening to let him draw close as nanami reaches for the lube in the drawer, warming it up in his hands before slathering you in it. his hands are warm, his fingers gentle as they push the slippery gel just past your entrance, rubbing you just the right way to get your body ready for him. nanami lines himself up with you, dragging his tip up and down your entrance as a sign that he's about to push in. you relax, and he pushes himself into you - not fully hard, but hard enough to need you. when he's finally all the way in, nanami lowers himself onto your chest, leaning his weight on you, head buried in the crook of your neck. he sighs in contentment. warm, he mutters. you feel good, my love. you chuckle, and this time it comes out as a soft nasal exhale. nanami closes his eyes as he interlinks his fingers with yours.

both of you stay like that for a long while, dozing off once in a while. neither of you are fully awake, but you can feel nanami get harder and harder inside you, slowly growing to the size you are familiar with. nanami groans into your ear, and you smile. you grind against him slightly, hip to hip, and he lets out another groan of pleasure. let me fuck you babe, he mutters, waiting for your reply. he presses himself deeper, trying to convince you, but you don't need convincing. mm okay, you whisper into his ear, and nanami shifts forward slightly, pulling out just a little to thrust back into you, not as forceful as when you are awake, but with enough force that you inhale sharply. you kiss his neck, encouragingly, assuring him that it doesn't hurt, and nanami keeps thrusting lazily, his balls slamming into you heavily with every thrust. you exhale in pleasure, feeling yourself get wetter. love you, kento, you mumble, more awake now, and nanami lifts his weight off you and onto his elbows to kiss you awake. his thrusts get faster, his face crumpled with the need to cum. the bedroom fills with soft morning light and soft pants and huffs from both of you, barely awake enough to speak. kento, want you inside, please, you beg in a shaky voice, and nanami begs himself inwardly to manage his pace. please cum inside me, kento, please, please, you're awake now, hips bucking up to meet his rhythm over and over. nanami opens his eyes fully to admire you beneath him, his voice low and still raspy in the morning. then cum for me first baby, he says, be good and cum on my dick. he gets more forceful as he feels you nearing your high, fucking you through your orgasm as his rhythm falls apart. you feel him press deep into you, his cock twitching violently before he cums inside, spilling his warm seed deep into your womb.

still panting, nanami stays inside you, turning you both onto your side so you can wrap your leg around him. his hand comes to a rest on your ass, locking you both into place, and you smile as you nuzzle into his chest. nanami breathes out. he smiles at the thought of his seed inside you, plugged up with nowhere to go.

five more minutes, baby, then we can wake up and have breakfast.

...ten minutes.

you can feel nanami's smile as he kisses your forehead. okay. ten minutes till good morning, then.

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it's already been a good morning for nanami whatchu talking about (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

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Can you imagine….Yandere!Shinobu?

TW: yandere/obsessive behavior, jealousy, anger/rage, pervy behavior (?), unrequited love, a depressive episode, mentions of blood/wounds.

Nurse!Shinobu who takes such good care of you. From the time you get to the Butterfly Estate to the time you unfortunately have to leave.

Nurse!Shinobu whose smile seems to hold some truth to it when she sees you come through the gates, whether it's on your own two feet or in the arms of another slayer.

Nurse!Shinobu who has a room entirely for you, everything from your favorite blanket to your favorite snacks are stored there.

Nurse!Shinobu who personally, and only, cares for you. Giving you the best medicines and treatments, fussing over you even when you cheekily tell her you’re fine.

Nurse!Shinobu who hates seeing you in pain, she just about cries herself anytime you flinch, wince, or cry.

Nurse!Shinobu who is so gentle when you do show any signs of pain, even if you try to hide it, she knows you. She knows everything.

Nurse!Shinobu who mixes your medicines with something else to make up for the bad taste. This earns whines and cries from a certain blond when he finds out about the special treatment you're receiving.

Nurse!Shinobu who notices you're coming around much more, with hardly any wounds, maybe some scratches and bruises scattered along your body, but nothing more that would require immediate medical attention.

Nurse!Shinobu who loves that you're frequenting her estate, happy you're coming to see her, to talk to her.

Only her.

Nurse!Shinobu who spends hours with you, telling the kakushi that they may contact her only when necessary. She wants to spend as much time with you as she can, unbothered by the demands of her job.

Nurse!Shinobu who suddenly notices you stop coming to her when you arrive at the estate. no longer having the joy of watching you smile sheepishly when she lightly scolds you for being so careless.

Nurse!Shinobu who sees you headed straight for a kakushi, and is furious. Her smile widens, watching you snuggle up to the blushing, stuttering kakushi, her eyes darkening dangerously.

Nurse!Shinobu who buries herself in her work, no one ever sees her anymore. Only coming out when the Master calls for Hashira meetings or missions. Otherwise she's in her office, surrounded by books and papers, writing down in her journals furiously.

Nurse!Shinobu who finally emerges after weeks, her smile wider than ever. A smile that grows when she sees you being rushed through the estate gates, covered in blood and wounds.

Seems as though the gods, if she believed in any, are working in her favor.

Breaking!Nurse!Shinobu who orders the kakushi to lay you in your the room and tells them to leave. She'll do her best and you'll be as good as new.

Breaking!Nurse!Shinobu who wraps every single one of your wounds delicately, taking care with each one. She takes her time, looking over your entire body to make sure she didn't miss anything, but relishing in how close she is to you, admiring you in ways she only dreamed about.

Breaking!Nurse!Sinobu who's never done things she shouldn't. She's always followed the rules, strictly. She's always been the good girl, she takes pride in that, but as she gazes down at your sleeping form, at your plush lips, she wonders, for once in her life, if rules were made to be broken.

Breaking!Nurse!Shinobu who wonders just how easy it would be for her to steal a kiss. All she has to do it lean over and press her lips to yours, that's all. Just one kiss. And she'll come back for more.

Breaking!Nurse!Shinobu who care for all her workers, all her kakushi- except one- but she cares for you even more.

Breaking!Nurse!Shinobu who gets an idea. It's horrible, she knows this, but it's so wonderfully genius at the same time. It's an idea that bring her joy and sadness, especially when she adds her beloved workers to the mix.

But she'd do anything for you.

𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 | warning tape.

so this concept has been in my head for a while and I’m happy to finally get it out 😌✨. it was meant for Halloween, but I think it fits true crime or horror vibes as well.

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Some Days

TanjiroxFem!Reader

TW: smut, mentions of killing (nobody actually gets killed), breeding kink, mentions of insecurities, think that's it (?)

Tanjiro would do anything for you.

He would carve roads with his bare hands, chop down hundreds of trees, pick you lots of pretty flowers, if you simply asked him to. Tanjiro would move mountains for you, bend rivers in the opposite direction, slice through hundred of boulders.

Tanjiro would kill for you, though he doesn’t want to admit that to himself yet, deep down he knows he could. And he would.

All for you.

You, however, don’t ask for much. Just his attention, his comforting words, his hugs and cuddles, maybe a sweet kiss.

Some days though, you want more than one sweet kiss.

Some days, you wanted to feel him. In the most intimate way possible, deep inside you, where your fingers never could seem to reach, no matter how hard you tried.

Some days, you wanted to feel his rough calloused hands sliding down your soft body. Mapping out ever dip and curve, tracing over every mark. Spreading your thighs, exposing your dripping core to him.

Or, even better, pushing your legs up to meet your chest as he thrusts into you. Your much smaller hands gripping his bulging biceps, his broad shoulders, anywhere you could reach, for stability.

Some days, you wanted his thrusts to be loving. To wash away every insecurity, every "imperfection" you think you have. His thrusts slow, calculated, perfect for a night were he showers you in praise and compliments.

He shows you how much he adores you with each thrust he gives you, always powerful and deep. Bringing you to sweet ecstasy over and over again, kissing every mark and scar your body may have. He's mapped out each part of your body and loves everything about it.

Some days, you want your body to tremble. You want your body to be sore, small purple bruises to litter your body, bite marks spread across your thighs. You want the sheets to be soaked, you want to be dripping, fucked with the intention of breeding you.

Stuffed to the brim with your lover's cum dripping out of your poor overstimulated cunt. Exhausted but wanting more, and that's exactly what he does. The thought of you pregnant with his children only spurring him on. He gives you more and more, until the both of you are on the brink of passing out.

He can't help it though, he just loves you too much to deny you of anything. So, he'll give you everything and much more. He'll set the world ablaze for you, carve his way through any stone to get to you, defend you with everything he can.

Tanjiro loves you, so he’d do anything for you.

This is the cutest thing EVER!! I absolutely adore this piece, it’s so well written! Makes me all mushy inside! 🥹🫠🫶

barbarian bakugou who has an arranged marriage with you to strengthen the kingdom and refuses to accept he's actually falling in love with you along the way

Barbarian!Bakugo x reader

Warnings: mention of injury

Bakugo had married you as a plot for his own strength, for his tribes strength. You were a means to an end for his dream, and past the official ceremony for your lives to be intertwined, he still hadn’t changed his mind on that. He never even considered changing his mind, because he simply didn’t acknowledge you, he didn’t need to. As if he had some sort of tunnel mindset, that focussed on one thing and only that, to be the best. Everything around him was blackened, cast into darkness by a shadow, apart from his one goal. This was an arranged marriage of convenience. And that was it.

And at some point, you understood that. Particularly on the day, when his large rough hands held yours, as he promised his life to you without a single ounce of his heart truly in his vows. You weren’t a soulmate to him, or barely even a wife, you were a ladder for him to climb over and reach a new piece of land to conquer. What did you expect from a barbarian? All they knew were how to kill and strike chaos, you doubted love was even a developed concept to his kind of people, or maybe they just didn’t care for anything that wasn’t covered in blood. And having understood that, you gave up trying to be that caring wife you really wanted to be. Or at least you tried.

It was hard, pretending a part of your heart didn’t want to love him, because you really wanted to. Bakugo is a hard worker, and took care of your every need be it clothes, wine or any precious jewel from any other land if you ever asked, but none of his heart or even an ounce of feeling was ever put into it, he done it only because you asked and part of that made it hurt even more when asking him for anything. And so, slowly giving up on getting him to be a loving husband to you, you simply and only attended your official wifely duties like attending public feasts with him, but kept yourself much more distant from him in all other aspects. It hurt too much to be near him, like standing close to the sun. But in the same way, standing too far from the sun would kill you, so you remain close enough where it stings, but you at least survive.

And maybe that’s what’s triggered this all, now that Bakugo thinks back to it. When that initial off-putting glow in your eyes faded to a glassed over, dull and greyed look. Maybe that’s when he started to look at you more, see you more. All when it felt a little too late. Seeing you slowly give up on trying to be that intimate lover you wanted to be for him, that he never really wanted, instead you became a more quiet version of yourself. More mute, less touching, more forced. It bothered him.

He notices it, without even realising he’s noticed it. How you go from trying to link arms with him and walk side by side with him, to walking constantly 3 steps behind him. Like some sort of subordinate, you were quick to understand your position in this marriage and somehow that irritated him. Only he would be able to able to be mad about someone doing their job too well. Call him picky, but he didn’t know why it annoyed him himself.

You still shared a bed, the shame of not sharing one was far greater than the shame of exposing yourselves to each other, was it how your skin felt? Was that what caused it all? Bakugo felt like, when he looked at you something deep in his chest was capsizing, a cavity grew there and it ached. As any man would, he continued to ignore it. But when your skin brushed against his in bed, when he felt that warmth your body hid away behind cold stares, it was hard to ignore that ache. Instead that ache would travel from his heart to his mind, and then it does it’s loathe-some wandering.

Thinking of you.

The more he tries to figure out why, the more you consume his thoughts, even when all bloody on hunting grounds, on the edge between severe injury and a bounty able to feed a family for a week, he still thinks of you. The way you smelt when you were against him in the morning unintentionally while you slept. That way you have some more colour and life to your expressions when you talk to the maids or get a nice cut of meat on your plate at dinner. And the way you- fuck. He’s cut his hand while tackling down a boar without even realising it. It’s your fault.

Its you. It’s all you. Why he’s acting weird or can’t even think, its all because of you, somehow sometime you’ve done something to him and he hates the feeling of it. And that powerlessness he feels of being so strong and feared, yet unable to figure out this lingering feeling he has bothers him even more.

You smiled at the seamstress today. And even spared a laugh. Katsuki didn’t intend on walking in on it, but he was passing by, on his way to the armoury when he saw you talking with the aged woman. You looked pretty when you smiled.

Pretty.

When was it he started having words like that in his vocabulary? Maybe when he called over the female jeweller, asking her what would be the best and most precious jewel he could give you. What was he doing anymore? Barbarians didn’t give each other shiny stones on delicate chains, they offered the skins of the most ferocious beasts in the land as a sign of deathly devotion. That was until he found out courting behaviours where you came from were much different. So here he is trying to accommodate to your customs. For you.

What is he doing?

He tries to deny it for a few weeks, pretending it’s nothing. He must be tired, stressed, heck maybe he’s just adjusting himself to having a woman so close to him. But pretending becomes less and less possible by the day. He hates waking up next to you. You always look so defenceless, the guard you have up around him constantly has vanished while you lay there asleep, face completely relaxed, hair unruly, skin bright, much like the you that he met before you married. On most days, he’ll force himself out of bed, pretending he’s having insane thoughts only because he just woke up. He must be half asleep.

Denial.

The fact that you consume his every waking thought makes him more antsy around you, more agitated. He can’t stand the sight of you, yet equally when you’re away, his mind obsesses over you even more. He’s reached a point where the only time he can silence his mind with all its incessant thoughts of you is when you’re right by his side, but that causes a whole new problem for his heart. When was the first time you started to fill his mind with thoughts of you you you? When his heart ached around you and apart from you, when his throat itched every time he spoke to yo-

He remembers now. It was the first winter night you spent together wedded, by then you were only wed for two seasons, and this winter were to be the roughest yet, where things become their worst and darkest in the tribe. Food becomes scarce, the weather becomes cold and brutal, and more people become irritable in these harsh conditions. Katsuki hated the cold, and he hated having to hunt in the winter even more. It was a shitty day, and unexpectedly he came home with an injury from a wild animal he wasn’t prepared to face. It was a large cut on his arm, still bleeding but slowly by the time he arrived home. He remembers that look in your eyes, pure fear, not of him but for him. He remembers how you stayed awake all night, sitting by him with a warm cloth, helping him with his wound. You didn’t even need to do all of that. You shouldn’t have to, there are plenty people equipped in the tribe able to take care of wounds like that. But you insisted he sat down and helped him. Your skin was warm. And your touch was soft, far softer than anything he had experienced from others around him.

His cut was ugly, with dried blood already covering half of it, while the other half spewed more, and he could tell you hated the sight of it, the way your eyebrows furrowed as you pulled a pained, contorted face at every swab to his injury said it all. And yet, as much as you hated it, you did it for him. You helped him take care of it, even after he insisted he could do it himself and that you should sleep. He watched your tired eyes as you let his blood dirty your clean hands throughout the whole night. He asked why you even bothered, because you didn’t need to do all shit. What the fuck was it you said to him that night?

“Because I’m your wife.”

Yeah it was then. Thats when he first felt that feeling. What caused this whole mess in his mind and heart in the first place.

Or probably, it was all of it. A little bit of everything, that made him stop thinking of you as a tool, and more as a woman, his wife, his love. Seeing you for who you were, more than what you let him see, and trying to understand you more. The more he thinks of it, the more the pieces all start to fit into a much bigger picture he was too blind to see before. He had only focussed on one piece for so long that he had lost sight of that big picture, which made it all the more impactful when he stood back and finally looked at it all at once.

Love.

Did he really love you? He must have. It’s the only explanation for his absurd behaviour. To think someone responsible for so much spilt blood was able to reserve the most tender part of his heart for something as delicate as love. It’s a shock, and he refuses to believe it at first, but the more he rejected the idea, the more it became obvious to him that he did love you. It’s why he insisted you stayed by him whenever you could, why he even bothered anymore in this marriage.

Unfortunately, he’s a little late, you’ve already lost your hope in having him love you. He hurt you without even trying to, without laying a hand on you. And somehow that made it hurt even more. Once Katsuki realises his fault, he’ll start to live his live devoted to you tirelessly, because if given the chance to earn your love all over again, even if he worked to the day he die for it, he’d take it.

I hope you like this! I love writing about mixed emotions and pining… so this was super fun to write :) if you enjoyed, don’t be shy to like, comment or reblog, because I read everything you guys say!