#chainsaw man yoshida x you

[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

[mncxbe]

#I WANNA FEEL YOU, I WANT IT ALL

𝒀𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡𝒄𝒘: mentions of bullying, nsfw, reader discovers masturbation, inappropriate use of tentacles, mild degrading

when he joined the PS, Yoshida was taught that all devils were cunning, vicious creatures with an appetite for blood and carnage, but his opinion changed after he met you.

not too long ago, his superiors instructed him to keep an eye on a devil that recently appeared at his highschool. the mission seemed interesting enough considering that you were quite a mistery for the PS– there were no records of your existence anywhere in their database, which meant that you were either a very old and incredibly powerful devil who had not once died in hell or you just spawned out of the blue in the heart of Tokyo. either way, his curiosity was piqued and he had great expectations.

those high hopes were shattered within hours of meeting you. with an obnoxious attitude, basically nonexistent knowledge of the human world and a tendency to get in trouble you were the epitome of stupidity. you were as bad as Denji, no. worse. at least the blond could listen to his orders. you on the other hand, seemed to go out of your way to make his life a living hell. "hiroooo why isn't this thing working?" you'd whine, kicking the vending machine in the school's cafeteria with the rounded tip of your glossy uniform shoe. he'd already explained you multiple times how the machine worked, but you just couldn't get it through your thick skull. oh, not to mention that you couldn't grasp the concept of money and went around stealing things from classrooms and the little shops close to the school campus. you were an absolute menace.

naturally, it wasn't long until you managed to piss of everyone else in your class and got into fights with the school's bullies. problem was, your body was so weak you couldn't even use an ounce of the powers you once had, so most of the times you ended up being a punching bag until Yoshida himself dragged you out of the fight and took care of your injuries.

"i fucking hate this" you mumbled under your breath, hissing sharply as the man before you patched up a shallow cut on your leg. "why can't you just give me some blood so I can heal?"

"because that way you'll never learn to behave. sorry, but you'll have to do it the hard way"

"meaning that I have to wait weeks for this damn cut to heal itself? no thanks" you huffed, trying to get off the desk you were perched up on but he quickly tightened his grip on your thigh, giving you an irked look "stay put" . surprisingly enough you complied and stuck to pouting in silence, occasionally shifting your weight to ease the tension in your body. soon after, Yoshida finished wrapping a thin layer of gauze around your thigh and motioned you to get out of his room.

"you know, you humans are so frail. your bodies are weak and basically useless. all they can feel is pain and hunger, it's so stupid" god... you just couldn't stop complaining. if you were anyone else Yoshida would've simply let it slide, but this was too good of an opportunity to mess with you.

neatly placing the bandages back in their designated place, Yoshida hummed "well, they're not really useless. there's some pretty cool stuff these bodies of ours can feel"

"oh, please enlighten me." you scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest and lightly tapping your feet on the floor in expectancy, a nasty habit you picked up from one of your classmates. but there it was, you took the bait. with a nonchalant motion, the man pointed at your crotch. "there"

you gave him a quizzical look, your gaze lowering to your lap. "where?" Yoshida was once again baffled by your stupidity "between your legs, you idiot" he groaned, his eyebrows shooting up as you attempted to raise the hem of your skirt with your dainty fingers. "not here for fuck's sake. just... go to your room and figure it out yourself."

unbeknownst to him, you actually spent the whole night trying to figure out what his words meant. at first you didn't really know what to do, simply standing naked in front of the full length mirror in your bathroom, your eyes musing the curves of your body. it was the first time since you got this body when you actually took your time to explore it– the fairly long arms and narrow shoulders, the hollow space where the nape of your neck met your collarbones, the soft mounds of fat on your chest, your waist melting into plushy hips and thighs and calves, narrowing at your ankles and continued by two small feet. it was... certainly a big change compared to your previous form, but it'll have to do as long as you lived in this world. you took a deep breath before tentatively slipping a hand between your legs, waiting to feel something– as your fingers ghosted over your folds an odd sensation took over you. something sudden, fuzzy, that shook your senses awake.

your fingers moved with more confidence now, almost instinctively brushing against that little bundle of nerves that made your eyes flutter shut. "shit—" you sighed, hastly seating yourself on the floor in front of the mirror and spreading your legs, taking in the sight of your slick folds for a brief moment before rubbing little circles on your clit. it was pure bliss, warmth spreading through your limbs with each slow flick of your fingers. yea, this must've been the feeling Yoshida referred to... soon enough the knot in your lower belly tightened, hips stuttering, eyes closing shut as you reached your high and bit down on your lips. never before had you experienced such sheer pleasure and you'd be damned if you were going to waste the newly discovered potential this new body had.

from that day on, Yoshida regretted messing with you like this. you irked him enough before, but after he taught you what your body could feel your incessant whining only got worse. you were so needy all the time, begging him to show you more, to make you feel even better. without intending to, Yoshida created a greater problem for himself. but at least now he had some leverage over you, a means of keeping you in check, to make sure you don't step out of line and get into stupid fights again. and that's how you started your little after hours activity.

"ngh– Hiro don't stop feels s' good" you babbled out in a weak voice, your face mushed up into his pillow. from his spot at the desk littered with notebooks and papers, Yoshida nodded absentmindedly. if he were to turn around he knew he'd be met with a pretty view– you on your knees with your back curved into a perfect arch, heaving chest flush against the mattress as two of his devil's tentacles held your hips up in the air. a third appendage slid in and out of your cunt, making you mewl and squirm. however, the assignment he was currently working on was a bit more important than that. but he could still hear the squelching sounds you made with each curl of the tentacle and smell the sweet scent of your arousal lingering in the room. "keep it down, will you. can't have everyone on the hall hearing you moan like a slut."

"'m not a ah fuck– 'm not a slut" you objected, earning a chuckle from the man. he turned halfway in his chair, just enough to catch a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye, a devious smile playing on his lips "you sure look like one to me"

his comment aggravated you even more but before you could say anything a second appendage pushed past the tight ring of your pussy, stretching you open. "oh god it's t-too much—" but he wasn't paying any attention to you anymore, his focus shifting back to his homework.

you hated how disinterested he was, how easy it was for him to just do his work while he let the Octopus Devil handle your insatiable needs. at first it was enough, but then you wanted something more. you wanted him, and the fact that he was so unresponsive to all your attempts to get him to please you himself was unnerving.

you tried all the tricks you heard the other girls in your class did with their boyfriends; looking at him with pretty doe eyes, bending over in front of him to pick something up from the ground, giving him full view of your panties, damn– you were literally naked on his bed. anything to get him riled up but he still wouldn't give in. you'd lie if this wasn't the most humbling experience in your entire life– stooping so low as to let your cunt be stuffed by another devil's tentacles in hopes of having Yoshida just lay a finger on you. a soft moan rolled past your lips as one of the appendages slithered up to your clit, making your eyes roll back in your skull. "yoshida can you u-uh look at me" you mewled, letting out a frustrated huff when the man shrugged. "i'm busy, as you can see, and if you don't behave I'll command the Octopus devil to stop... well, whatever he's doing."

"but Hiro I want you t-to watch me" you pressed and he finally put his pencil down, turning his chair to face you "happy now?"

in fact you were more than happy– despite his obvious disinterest and annoyance, your walls fluttered around the tentacles just from having him look at you. "y-yea happy. so, so happy" you squirmed, propping yourself up on your forearms to give him a better view of your tits. Yoshida only sighed, rolling his eyes "i know what you're trying to do and it won't work. i'm not fucking you."

"pretty please" you begged, wiggling your hips in a desperate attempt to tempt him. still, to no avail. Yoshida watched you with an amused smile etched onto his face. seeing you this desperate was quite entertaining, he couldn't lie, and you sure made a pretty sight for sore eyes, but he wouldn't dream of actually touching you like you wanted him to. instead, he got up from his chair and languidly moved by your side, crouching down next to the pile of your messily discarded clothes. "no, I won't do it" but why not. "because needy girls like you aren't my type"

you scoffed at his remark and he quickly gripped your jaw, tilting your head up so he could get a better look at your fucked out expression– you were a mess, fighting back tears of pleasure as the tentacles buried themselves deeper inside your soaked cunt, hitting all the right spots; you bit down on your lip. he wiped a string of drool seeping from the corner of your mouth, tracing his fingers over your bottom lip. "but i guess it's not your fault you're like this. after all, i'm the one who taught you how to please yourself" you let out a shallow moan after hearing his words, looking up at him with glossy eyes.

"poor you... i bet it sucks, being a hotshot down in hell for so many years just to end up a slut on earth." he continued and you felt a familiar warmth pooling in your core. Yoshida noticed you were getting off to this by the way you nipped at your bottom lip and the flare in your eyes, his grin melting into a soft, compassionate smile "consider this your punishment for putting me through so much shit at school these months. although I've got to give it to you, since we started this routine of ours you've been more behaved."

you nodded eagerly, shifting forward to lean closer to him "yea, I've been good. always so good".

"not always, just when it suits you" he chuckled, giving the crown of your head a light pat "but you're getting there. keep it up and i might give you what you want one day as a little reward. until then though, you'll have to do with those." Yoshida gestured at the tentacles behind you and you nodded frantically. you only head half of what he was saying, too blissed out to pay attention to his words. you were getting close to your high, slick already dripping from your hole onto the sheets.

"you're so messy... i always have to change the sheets after you leave" he sighed "but you might as well go ahead and cum for me since you need it so badly"

that did it for you. before you knew it, your body spasmed and you gushed around the appendages– your fluids leaking onto the bed, soaking the mattress. "'m sorry so sorry Hiro" you babbled out, riding out your high as you pushed your hips back, making the tentacles fully fill you up. "don't worry about it. just enjoy" he said softly, his fingers gently combing through your hair.

when you eventually came down from your nth high of the day your body slumped against the mattress, your chest heaving with each shallow breath you took. Yoshida looked down at you with an amused glint in his eyes. he could tell you've had your fair share for the day so he retracted the tentacles around your body, making them disappear into thin air. you made no move to get out of his bed, instead curling up into a ball and hugging his duvet close to your chest, your breath slowly settling. "hey, hey don't get too comfortable. you're not sleeping here." he insisted but you wouldn't budge.

it was already pretty late, curfew was about to sound and it'd be pretty hard to explain a naked girl on his bed if someone came to check up on him, but Yoshida somehow couldn't bring himself to shun you. moments like these, when you laid so peacefully in bed were among the only times you were actually tolerable so despite his better judgement he pried the blanket from your arms and wrapped it around body before returning to the desk to finish his assignment.

still, it wasn't too long until he heard the duvet rustling and he turned to see what you were doing. you were once again laying on your stomach with your bare feet bashfully kicking in the air, eyeing him with a lustful gaze. when you noticed him watching you, you melted your chest into the mattress and hid your teasing grin behind your dainty hand, lifting your hips then slowly dropping them to the other side, not once breaking the eye contact "why not just give me that reward you mentioned now, hm, Hiro? for safe measure." god, you truly were hopeless...

[pfpanimes]

⌕ chainsaw man - yoshida hirofumi.

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[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! 💕

[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

[riaki]

PHEW okay. rn im working on a yoshida fic but i completely spitballed and went off the rails ...... so um. might be a while before that comes out, so take some (many) thoughts and drabbles of weird stalker boy instead !! yoshida hirofumi x reader

@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat take this for yoshi fluff n some mild angst.. for now......

i feel like yoshida would definitely be the kinda guy to give his all in keeping it together; especially with his position as student council president (that he's only half-committed to, really) topped off with his life in the private sector of devil hunting, his image is extremely important to him. not because he has a huge ego or is self-obsessed, but he knows that a lot of people look up to him and rely on him. that being said, he's (probably, yoshida lore when) only human, and he's bound to struggle and wrestle with the workload he's chained to, and it can often get the best of his emotions and stress him out.

so a little word of encouragement here, a sweet 'washed your dishes and your clothes cus i saw you were busy' there would be everything he needs to spur himself on even if he's exhausted; hearing the phrase "i'm proud of you." from your mouth in your sweet, sweet voice? makes it all worth it. 

all considered, he doesn't want you to do too much for him; he never lets you pay for your shared meals or drive the two of you home, BUT you should give it your all in trying anyway! acts of service for him seem subtle, but they really mean the world to him when you try so hard to lighten his burden. he thinks it's the most endearing thing on the planet. on the days he lacks the energy to even utter a small mumble of protest, he'll let you take the wheel- but those days are rare, so capitalize on the opportunity! being a gentleman is tiring, so make him coffee (not black) instead of letting him buy the headache-inducing cans of sickeningly sweet caffeine from the vending machines outside his apartment when you rise early enough to; let him fall asleep in your lap and gently play with his hair while you handle a homework assignment for him or two. bonus points if he wakes up to something sweet or savory made by those hands of yours that he loves to hold so much; do that, and he might just dream of marrying you the next time he indulges in an afternoon nap in the confines of your arms. 

(and when you hold him to your chest and whisper sweet nothings into his ears on the days he's earned further affection from you? it makes him feel like he's being granted a visit from the heavens, though hell knows he'll never make it up there. but, if he thinks he's being honest, it doesn't matter to him- not when you're right in front of him, a taste of divinity. not when you're gently tracing each slope and ridge in the shape of his left ear, thumb tenderly prodding at the soft skin between the cold metal piercings on his ear. it's like you're mapping out just this minuscule section of his body, and he's found himself praying to whatever's out there that you'll always be here to give him this; that one day, you'll have ran your fingers over every inch of him, memorizing the intricacies of the very bones in his body.)

to me, his primary love language would definitely be quality time- more so for him than you (but he still hopes you enjoy it enough to indulge him. makes him feel like a kid in a candy store with free reign over his monthly allowance.) meaningful talks with you and silly fun banter is all he needs to take his mind off the stresses currently throwing him for a loop and let loose a little. that’s one of the reasons why he fell so head over heels for you— you make it a little easier to breath whenever you’re around him. also... he loves the look on your face whenever he surprises you with gifts, so count on an uninvited bouquet of flowers in some varying hue of your eye color, or surprise boxes of jewelry- that is, if he can afford it. if not, he'll take you out when the weather is pleasant enough and you're in the mood for a cup of boba or an evening out in the nearest shopping district, browsing the warmly lit stands as the chatter of people bustling by fills your ears and he holds onto your hands in the simple pretext of not wanting you to get lost as he buys every mouth-watering festival food you lay your eyes on without hesitation. maybe he'll even treat you to a quick stop at a standing ramen restaurant- and if you're too tired to support yourself on your own two legs, he has no problem carrying you. after all, with his private devil hunting, you both know he's more than capable of that. and so, rest-assured you’ll return home on those gleeful days with full stomaches, bags n boxes full of sticky dango and fresh glistening apples the shades of a red autumn, and giddy smiles coupled with painted strawberry blush that dusts your cheeks and stains your ears. and if, throughout that entire vivid night of fireworks and sweet n savory scents drifting from stalls and the treats in the hands of vivacious children, you happen to get some crumbs or powder on your cheeks, he's more than happy to wipe it away with an affectionate thumb and earnest smile— or even lean in for a taste straight from your flushed skin.

on the topic of his side job in the private sector, though- yoshida prefers to keep you as far away as possible from the side of his life that's three feet deep and counting in missions at the Bureau. and of course, he takes no pleasure in lying to your face, especially when he realizes that you realize the half-assed mutters that fall from his lips don't answer the questions you demand answers to. 

he knows it's a necessity, though. so he never tells you the truth when it comes to this matter. 

but you can only see the tip of the iceberg of cold, guilty pain that washes over him when he watches your trust in him slip like you're loosing your footing; the excuses he spins that you don't buy and the way he feels like he's being scrutinized beneath your burning gaze as your eyes rove over the rough cuts on his arms and the blooming purple bruise on his jaw that you know isn't a love mark (or at least, you hope so. your mind won’t let you consider the possibility.) makes him feel guiltier than ever. on every other occasion, he never shies away from your gaze; for one, he’s well aware of how attractive he is, but all the compliments and shy confessions he’s ever received feel minuscule when you look at him like he’s your world, so loving that it seems to make the sun shine an inkling brighter and the birds outside his window sing a little sweeter amongst the symphony of nature. but on less pleasant occasions, when it feels like you’re appraising him— no. not just him. appraising his words, weighing them on a golden scale that’s supposed to be unbiased towards the truth, but your heart can’t take the strain when you consider the possibility of him lying to you, and he feels more distant from you every time you look at him in a way that makes him want to shrink away and shut himself up from your prying eyes that he knows are only well-intentioned— which is all the more reason why he falters under the weight of them.

but it’s not like he’d ever tell you that, though. so really, it’s up to you to decide how you act; to probe him and risk a few unintentionally harsh words aimed in your direction in the hopes of confronting the issue head-on before it’s too late, or simply sit back and let it fester until it’s grown out of control and manifests into a hurtful argument for both parties. miscommunication is the enemy to your relationship :(

that being said, yoshida is a bit of a control freak. when things don’t go the meticulous way he’s planned them out, he starts to loose his cool pretty easily, stressing his pretty head off about this and that, biting on his lip and curling a hand into his dark hair. really, though, it’s a simple fix— he tends to get overwhelmed easily only when it comes to things like this, n so all you have to do is tear him away from whatever’s preoccupying him and hold him, soothe his nerves by running your hands through his hair and rubbing gentle circles into his back. like i said, acts of service are really meaningful to him, esp w his line of work— makes him feel all fuzzy on the inside, like there’s a cluster of stars in his chest, his heart stuttering like a broken engine and a bouquet of lilies flowering in his stomach, petals clogging his throat and making it impossible for him to voice his gratitude. and so, after he calms down, he’ll take your hand and pepper little kisses on your knuckles until you ask him to stop with a bright smile and a laugh that sounds like the trickling melody of a running spring water stream.

but that’s an if, though. yoshida might not always manage to calm down— and sometimes his frustration will get the better of him. it might be difficult to manage; he’s so composed and collected for the most part that the meticulous patience required to deal with his boiling vexation might be unfamiliar to you, so it’ll be a bumpy slope. so try to be understanding in the case that he ever snaps at you, and know that he never means to hurt someone as important to him as you. give him time, and he’ll come around. <3

[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

[verilly]

Yoshida Headcanons

Warnings: none, hooray!

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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! nemesis confronted

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 : sorry i was gone for a hot min ☠️☠️ testings r coming up n i am inches away from bombing this whole sku 😭 . if anything is hard to understand then lmk bcz this was made in a rush n i wasnt paying attention

taglist : @wishi-selfships, @jazminichu

[kittyzu]

obsessive yoshida who threatens to lock you up and keep you as his personal fuck toy anytime another man tries to get your attention. he likes denji but he wouldn’t have a problem killing his own friend if he even thinks about you.

you belong to him and only he can use you as he pleases.

[saintkaylaa]

are you cheating?…

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

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

— aki

— angel

— kishibe

— yoshida

[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!!

[pfpanimes]

⌕ chainsaw man - yoshida hirofumi.

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[aliennazero]

This is like... one of the gayest paneling I have ever seen in shounen, IT LOOKS SO INTENTIONAL ISTG. Fujimoto you can't keep get away from this.

The romantic/platonic subtlety isn't very visible in English, in the original Japanese ver HOWEVER—

*open my eyes wide to make sure I'm not insane and hallucinating*

I don't have such knowledge on Japanese language but I could read it for a bit. In this exact scene where their expression is shown face to face, when they talk, they didn't use any specific plural pronoun (they/you all) except for context giver in the middle.

When we exclude the middle frame and directly translate other lines, up and below, we will have something like this.

"Ore tte ii ko na no ni nande?" (But I am a good boy, why?)

"Kimi o kirai dakara sa." (Because you are hated)

*VERY DRAMATIC zoom in*

"Nande demo-tai to tatakatte nda?" (Why fighting the protesters?)

"Kimi o suki dakara." (Because you are adored/liked)

*gritting my teeth and punching the air* If we take a look at it again, that sounds like some sort of a VERY deliberate double meaning words right?

Since "Kimi o suki dakara" could mean "Because I like you" and it sounds like as if Yoshida also fighting for Denji versus people who hates him (the protester).

After that, it cut shorts to the next panel where Denji say this-

Then they had a brief moment of silence where Denji looked up at Yoshida and Yoshida's eyes remain hidden.

It's so??? Skskskskskk. Fujimoto, what kind of yoai are you sniffing when writing these two.

[crscntwhite]

⠀   ⠀ h. yoshida:: first date headcanons ✧

↳ pairing ✧ ➼ hirofumi yoshida x m!reader

↳ summary ✧ ➼ soft headcanons of what yoshida's habits are on your first date with him.

↳ word count ✧ ➼ 284 wrds

↳ content warnings ✧ ➼ very very minor mention of homophobia

↳ author's note ✧ ➼ a v quick headcanon list to help me get out of writer's block from a request i got (i promise i'm almost finished with it!). requests are still open.

always read the content warnings before reading. fem!readers dni.

yoshida is definitely a hand holder. anywhere you go, no matter where it might be, he is gently holding your hand but tight enough so you don't feel obligated to ever let go.

sometime your fingers will intertwine. other times it's just doan-facing palms. no matter what way you hold hands, yoshida does it so you can feel safe and comfortable with him.

he is also an incredible listener. he's willing to do anything you want to do. if you wanted to go to a coffee shop, he'd let you pick the location and whatever you wanted on the menu. if you wanted to go to a movie, he'd let you pick whatever film is showing at the time.

yoshida will stare at you. he admires your beauty and doesn't know when to look away from you. so expect to be meeting each other's eyes a lot.

he also loves giving you small kisses on your hands and cheeks every now and then.

if you two are in public walking around the city, or just around other people in general, he will silently boast about the fact he has a boyfriend to the strangers passing by you two.

yoshida will subtly "shove" your relationship in people's faces when he has the chance to. not only because he's proud that you're his magnificent boyfriend, but because he's very protective of you and wants to tell others "he's mine."

he doesn't care if other people look at you two in disgust when you exchange kisses (of course, he asks beforehand if it's okay to do so). he covers your ears when he notices insulting murmurs. he doesn't want you to feel bad on this pleasant day.