Can You Imagine.Yandere!Shinobu?

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.

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.

Smoke and Mirrors

TW: yandere behavior, kidnapping, mild gore, fear, stalking is implied (?), obsessive behavior,

A/N: While reading this, listening to Smoke and Mirrors (RafScrap version) is recommended. You may insert any character once again, and reader is gender-neutral . As always read with caution and enjoy! :)

Footsteps from below catch your attention, your movements halting for just a moment. He's doing it again, looking at the lonely old clock by the nightstand you see it's the same time as the day before and the day before that.

Sparing a glance out the small window of your room you manage to get a glimpse of the setting sun. Just beginning to disappear behind the thick trees, soon darkness will set and you'll get another chance.

One that you will take, you won't hesitate this time. You know what you have to do and how to do it. You've replayed it so many times in your mind, but you've never had the guts to take action. Until now.

Now, you will do what you've dreamt of doing, day in and day out you're rehearsed what you'll say, what you'll do. You've even gone as far as rehearsing in the mirror.

As you listen to the footsteps from below, you fix your appearance in the mirror you've practiced many times in. Frowning to yourself when you catch a red splotch, right on your white shirt, you grumble as you swap it out for a cleaner one.

You really should be careful on the way home, the scratches scattered throughout your arms and legs are evidence enough. Though, you can never tell where each scratch is from. It was easier to blame the trees and branches.

Smiling to yourself when you're deemed presentable, you slip on shoes and grab the awaiting plate of food sitting on the counter. Still piping hot, you balance the plate in your hand as you fish out your keys from your pocket.

Locking the door, you make your way down the stairs and towards the door at the end of the hallway. Humming a tune, you go over what you want to say, a little bounce in your step as you stare down the door you're getting closer to.

Smiling to yourself, you knock three times on the black door, its paint chipped and scratched up. Waiting patiently for a moment before you slowly turn the handle and push open the door, giddy with excitement.

Something's wrong.

The room is empty. Traces of him have been left scattered throughout the room. Books opened and left about, blankets scrunched up on his bed, even the plate of food you'd brought him the night prior sits on a little table.

Where is he?

You didn't hear or see him leave, he was walking around just a few minutes before you'd come. He couldn't have just disappeared into thin air, he was in the room somewhere.

He's playing.

Of course, you knew games were his favorite. At least you believe so, if it's a game he wants you'll play along, entertain him a bit. So you back up until your back pushes the door closed, slide the locks into place, and set the food down.

You pace around the room slowly, admiring the pictures on the walls as you hum, tracing over his smiles, the ones where his eyes crease at the edges. Some pictures capture him midlaugh, his head thrown back, eyes shut, and laughing up towards the sky.

The creak of the closet draws your attention. You turn and barely manage to see a book flying straight towards your face, before you're hit. Stumbling backwards your hands shoot up to cup your gushing nose, a metallic taste sits heavy in your mouth.

Hissing in pain as blood runs down your arms and drips off your elbows, making puddles by your feet. Loud footsteps seem to rush towards you before you're shoved backwards, onto the glass table behind you.

The glass shatters under your weight, breaking into thousands of pieces that are soon embedded into your back once you land, the skinny metal poles in the corners only narrowly missing your body.

Those same footsteps dash toward the door and you watch as your beloved scrambles to unlock the door. Absolute terror fills his eyes but he manages to throw the door open, not even sparing a glance at you as he runs for it, pulling the door shut behind him, as if hoping it'll stall you.

You sit there, listening to his rushed footsteps, a grin slowly forming on your bruised, bloody lips. What starts off as giggling soon turns into maniacal laughter, loud drawn out dark laughter. Tossing your head back you can no longer contain your fits of wicked cackles, your screeches bouncing off the walls.

The only thing that seems to be louder that your howls is the terrified scream you beloved lets out. It seems as though he'd found his way out. Grinning like a madman, you slowly rise to your feet, blood dripping from both your face and back. Your eyes are crazed, still giggling you step forward, giddy and finally ready.

Now, I can’t draw but…..yeah, I can’t draw

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.

Can you imagine...Yandere!Tengen?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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