#shinyu hard hours

[ratedfleur]

like it better when you’re quiet.

shin junghwan x fem reader genre ౨ৎ explicit

🎀: just a little drabble for a request! i completely forgot who requested for this but i hope you enjoy! 🩷

meeting up with shinyu in secret meant that you two could be caught at any moment, meaning that you could be taken away from him no matter the circumstances.

it was risky and yet you and shinyu knew that you both still wanted to meet each other in secret despite knowing the consequences.

shinyu liked the thrill of meeting up with you in the hybe building, booking recording rooms just to hook up with you before going your separate ways.

“quiet down, sweets. don’t want us to get caught, yeah?” shinyu muttered against your skin as he kept mouthing kisses on your neck, making you mewl when he nips your skin as a warning to quiet down.

shaking your head, shinyu smiles as he pulled away from your neck, “good girl.” he says with a heart-shaking smile that makes your heart swoon as he hurries to slip your shirt off of you before doing the same with himself.

you both quickly take your bottoms off, letting them pool at your ankles before shinyu has you facing the desk as he stood behind you, hand busy jerking himself off to his full hardness before he sinks deep into your cunt, he doesn’t even let a few seconds pass before he immediately thrusts into your cunt, pounding away as he grunts out your name.

meanwhile you’re trying to silence yourself from moaning out loud by covering your mouth, shutting your eyes closed as shinyu fucks into your cunt even harder and faster.

sure, the recording rooms were soundproof but you two had to play safe and attempt to quietly fuck each other.

shinyu’s thrusts are relentless and full of power as he thrusted hardly into your cunt, his hands were gripping your waist tightly as he pulled you towards him as he moved closer towards you, lips latched on your shoulder to silence himself from moaning way too loud.

you whimper when shinyu presses you hardly against the table, making your skin dig against the wood as shinyu mindlessly thrusted into your cunt, lost in the feeling of your warmth around his cock.

“hngg, junghwan-ah.. ahh you’re gonna make me cum!” you gasped out before feeling shinyu’s hand wrap around your neck warmly, barely putting any pressure on it, just enough to pull you up and press your back against his front which makes it easier to whisper into your ear, “that’s good, sweets. that’s exactly what i want you to do.” he coos, smile appearing on his face when you mewl and clench hardly around his length as he thrusted into you.

your whines and whimpers start to gradually get louder, just as loud as how skin slapped against each other constantly as shinyu hurriedly chased yours and his orgasm before his time is up at the recording room.

you accidentally let out a loud gasp when shinyu directly hits your spot before he started to cum into you, still hurriedly thrusting in your cunt as he now chased for your orgasm. it doesn’t take long before you walls start to pulse around his cock, cumming around his length as shinyu rested his forehead against your shoulder, panting as you milked yourself dry.

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[dohoon-gf]

Shinyu smut

i love how this is the first one in my inbox and just so straight forward "shinyu smut" BUT HELL YEAHHHH HERE WE GOOO

freak ♤ s.jh

mdni 18+

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notes: sorry if its bad wrote this in like 20 minutes, so this is raw (like them), but yeah!! lmk if i missed any warnings, it's 3am here i can't think and yoooo i think this could turn into series if im not busy

warnings: exhibitionism, balcony sex, shinyu is rich he's living in a goddamn mansion, dirty talk, unprotected sex (don't be like these two freaks), i believe that shinyu is a freak in bed

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"What the fuck?" You're panicking as your lovely boyfriend carries you to the balcony of his 2nd floor bedroom.

You let out a small moan when your back is pressed against the cold glass wall, the one that separated his room and the balcony.

"Yuya, I'm not kidding. We're going to get caught." You look around your surroundings. I mean, it's midnight, his parents are abroad, and all the maids are sleeping. The security is also far from you, but this is still absurd.

"And what exactly they could do about it? Report me to the police?" He asked genuinely.

"The hell—you're a freak, Junghwan."

"I am, and you're stuck with me." He chuckles as he pounds into you again without any warning.

You couldn't do anything except moaning his name like your life depends on it, although you already hold it in.

His thrusts are intense, but somehow, he takes it so slow, and you're getting impatient. This is your second round. Why would he go that slow?

"Can you do it faster, you freak?"

"Calling me freak and wanting to go faster is crazy." Shinyu laughs at you and manages to kiss you deeply again while also going faster than you thought he would.

A loud moan did escape from you, Shinyu smirked through the kiss. He pulls away while caressing your cheek softly. Admiring your beauty, the side of you that only Shinyu could see. Blushing cheeks, teary eyes, moaning mess.

"I'm, 'm—" You cries due to the pleasure.

"You what, Baby?" Shinyu mocked you with his frowning expression.

"Close, 'm close." You're so weak under his touch, and it drives him crazy.

"Cum with me." He's smiling at you, focusing on his high. "Shit."

He thrusts in an inhumane pace, "Baby, you feel so good."

You couldn't answer any of his words. You can't even think, your mind is blank, you just need to cum right now.

"Cum, Baby. Cum." Shinyu pace becomes more impatient and messy.

"Oh my god! Yuya!" You milk him with your cum.

"Oh god, Y/N." Shinyu cums inside you.

You stay at that position for a while to catch your breath.

"You love freaks." Shinyu chuckles at you.

"I hate YOU!" You're still so concerned about your surroundings. "Can we go back now?"

"Absolutely, Princess." Shinyu carries you back into his bedroom. Even though he is such a freak sometimes, he always does the best aftercare because you never complain.

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[sweet-roulette]

今。- Kotoko and Shinyu

(Now.)

Note: Imagine the dialogue being in Japanese, my nihongo isn’t jouzu right now 😦

TW: Slight mention/implication of suicidal thoughts, depression, anxiety, the pain that Shinyu is literally so in love with her but she’ll never feel the same way, this was kinda self indulgent cause I have been UNSTAAAABLE!!!

Kotoko sat on the edge of the roof, her legs dangling over the void, eyes locked on the skyline that seemed impossibly far away. The wind tugged at her hair, but she barely noticed. All she could hear was the overwhelming noise in her head—the familiar voices she thought she'd buried long ago. The past weeks had been relentless, every mission, every look, every damn reminder of her brother, pulling her deeper into a void she couldn’t escape.

Everything felt too heavy. It was like she was stuck in the dark again, fighting to breathe against the suffocating pressure. Her thoughts ran wild, spiraling into places she didn't want them to go. The cold stone of the roof pressed against her hands as she gripped it tightly, trying to ground herself.

But it wasn’t enough.

The door to the roof creaked open, and she stiffened, hearing familiar footsteps. She didn’t turn around, didn’t react. She already knew who it was.

Shinyu.

He had been teasing her all day, throwing snide comments her way like he always did. But today, she hadn’t responded—not even with her usual sharp tongue or sarcastic comebacks. She had just… let him be. She’d stayed silent, and that silence had clearly bothered him.

He sat down beside her without a word, close enough for her to feel his presence, but not close enough to crowd her. They sat in silence, his gaze wandering over the city while hers stayed fixed on some faraway point.

“You don’t have to talk to me,” Shinyu said eventually, his voice softer than she was used to. “But I’ll stay here. Just in case.”

She said nothing, just kept staring out at the horizon.

Shinyu didn’t push. He never did when she got like this. He just sat there, waiting, knowing that she needed time.

Minutes passed. Maybe an hour. Kotoko wasn’t sure. All she knew was that the weight pressing down on her wasn’t getting any lighter. She closed her eyes, feeling the sharp, cold sting of reality tighten its grip around her. It felt like she was drowning in it—dark, cold water pulling her under, dragging her deeper into an abyss that threatened to swallow her whole.

“I’m so tired, Shinyu…” she whispered suddenly, her voice so quiet it almost disappeared into the wind.

Shinyu’s head turned slightly, his eyes flicking to her in concern, but he said nothing, letting her speak at her own pace.

“I thought it was over,” Kotoko continued, her voice hollow. “Those voices… the darkness. I thought I buried them. But it’s like they came back all at once. I can’t breathe. It feels like I’m drowning… and no matter how hard I try to swim up, it just pulls me back down. I can’t… I can’t do this anymore.”

Her hands gripped the edge of the roof tighter, her knuckles turning white. She didn’t look at him, didn’t dare show just how broken she felt in that moment. But the weight of her words hung in the air between them, raw and painful.

Shinyu took a slow breath, and for a moment, he was silent. Then, he shifted slightly closer, his arm brushing hers. “You’re not alone in that ocean, Kotoko,” he said softly, his voice rough but gentle. “I’m right here. I’ll catch you if you fall. Hell, I’d do anything for you. Say the word, and I’d fucking fight GOD if that’s what it takes.”

Kotoko’s breath hitched, but she didn’t respond.

“I mean it,” Shinyu continued, his tone serious despite the absurdity of his words. “You feel like you’re drowning? Then I’ll dive in after you. Whatever it takes, Kotoko. You don’t have to fight this on your own. I promise this right now, it doesn’t matter what it is, I’ll help you. In this life or our next, I’ll find you and help you then too.”

His hand slowly reached out, gently resting on top of hers. She didn’t pull away, didn’t tell him to stop. It was the smallest thing—a touch, barely there—but it anchored her, kept her from slipping any further into the abyss she was staring into.

“I’ve seen you fight through hell,” Shinyu murmured. “I’ve seen you rise up every time they tried to push you down. You’re stronger than this darkness, Kotoko. And if you can’t see that right now, then I’ll see it for you.”

His words wrapped around her, pulling her out of the depths she was sinking into, even if just a little. She still felt the crushing weight of it all, the exhaustion that clawed at her insides, but there was something in his voice that kept her tethered. The way he said he’d fight God if he had to—so stupid, so him—but it made her want to believe, even if only for a moment.

A small, shaky breath escaped her lips, and her grip on the ledge loosened ever so slightly.

“I don’t know if I can keep doing this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“You don’t have to,” Shinyu said, his voice steady. “Not alone. You’ve got me. And I’m not going anywhere. You could scream at me, call me every name under the sun, push me away, but I’d still be right here. Because you matter to me. More than you’ll ever know. You shouldn’t be here. You have.. a light, it’s still bright despite everything, but even after all that happened.. you still choose to try to dim it. The mafia isn’t a place for you.”

Kotoko closed her eyes, her heart aching at his words. There was a part of her that wanted to push him away, to retreat into that darkness where no one could reach her. But then there was another part—a smaller, quieter part—that didn’t want to be alone anymore, that wanted to believe him.

For the first time that night, she let herself lean into his presence, just a little. She didn’t have the energy to say anything else, but the weight of the ocean inside her felt just a little lighter with him by her side.

“I’m still here,” Shinyu whispered, his voice like a lifeline in the dark. “And I’ll keep being here, no matter how deep that ocean gets.”

Kotoko didn’t respond, but for the first time in a long while, she felt like maybe, just maybe, she didn’t have to face it all alone.

And that, for now, was enough.

@thetasteofbeautyandlove ITS DONE AUSUEBEBD

[astrox]

Requested by @sanemisfav

Fem oc (Ikeda Shinyu) x Sanemi Shinazugawa

tw//: MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS, angst with a happy ending, Sanemi compares Shinyu to Kanae, detailed description of injury, near death experience

word count//: 3616 words

With love comes great pain. For Shinyu Ikeda, her lover feels the need to compare her to the past. The past named Kanae Kocho, who Sanemi loved before she sadly met her end on the battlefield. No matter how hard Shinyu tried to live past Sanemi's neverending comparison, the subject always found its way back into their heated arguments. The beautiful and kind Kanae was perfect in every way. Everyone including Shinyu loved her. Although Shinyu missed Kanae dearly, she was sick of having to hear it repeatedly as if she did nothing right in Sanemi's eyes. It makes her sick to her stomach when her mind begins to cloud with unwanted thoughts.

"Am I not good enough for him?" She would ask herself in front of Kanae's grave as she cleaned the headstone from top to bottom. Shinyu made sure Kanae's grave outshined the others and replaced the old flowers withering away. "If you were still here, Kanae...maybe you could slap some sense into him. I'd love to see that," 

One evening was Shinyu's final straw. The two had returned from a long draining mission and reached the butterfly mansion. Both have been disputing the whole way back, arguing about their battle with a demon that could've been handled by one hashira. Without her knowing, Sanemi interfered with Shinyu's mission and refused to let her join the fight. Not one to stay on the sidelines, Shinyu cuts in resulting in an injury on her left arm, adding to her collection of scars. In the end, no good came out of that fight only anger. 

Shinyu had stitches done on her arm whilst she and Sanemi glared each other down as if they were staring death in the eyes. The poor Kakushi in the room witnessed the couple tear each other down with their remarks. It would take them hours for the atmosphere to simmer down—or until Shinbou shows up at the door.

Shinyu's treatment ended once Shinobu prescribed her an ointment to fight off any infections. The brunette thanked Shinobu wholeheartedly, with a bow and her head looking down at the floor—surprisingly as did Sanemi. He stayed quiet for the moment out of respect for Shinobu, however, on the way to his estate, his body stops in the middle of the path when a sentence leaves Shinyu's mouth.

"You're worrying over nothing, Sanemi,"

The white-haired male spins on his heel, gripping the handle of his sword. "Over Nothing?! What's there to worry about when you're running headfirst into a fight you clearly can't win on your own? Do you have a death wish or something, Shinyu?"

"A death wish?! Are you serious, Sanemi? I was doing my job when you interfered and now-" Shinyu's jaw drops slightly, clearly offended by Sanemi's words. "-you're underestimating my strength as a hashira when I've been a hashira long before you!"

"I'm not underestimating you! I'm just saying you're reckless in battle and you're lucky I showed up in time and saved your sorry ass," Sanemi argued, taking Shinyu back. Irritation formed on Shinyu's face. 

"First off, I didn't ask for your help! I could've killed that demon on my own if you weren't in the way," Shinyu claimed, folding her arms over her chest and taking precautions for her injuries. 

"Oh please, Shinyu! If Tomioka or Rengoku saved you from that demon you'd be grateful but when I do it suddenly I'm the bad guy!" Sanemi yells. 

"Yes! because you didn't let me in on my fight! It was my mission! Mine!" Shinyu snapped, losing her temper and closing the gap between her and Sanemi. 

Silence takes over, only the sound of crickets in the bushes and trees. The sun had set leaving little to no light around the couple. Shinyu stands before Sanemi, still expecting an answer. Time is wasted and his silence heightened her insecurities as she wondered about her worries. A shadow is cast over Sanemi eyes and not wanting to jump to conclusions, Shinyu steps back and then sighs.

"Am I that weak to you, Sanemi? Or do you not trust me to fight on my own? Is that what this is all about?" Asked Shinyu, her voice sounding calm and collected but inside she was fighting the urge to cry. She bit down on her quivering lip. "I love you Sanemi more than anything, but you have to talk to me. Tell me what's wrong so we can fix it together."

"Why should I have to explain myself to you?" Sanemi mumbles. 

"Huh?" Shinyu hums. 

"—You're not her," Sanemi mutters, catching Shinyu off guard. If she didn't think over his words she would've missed that last part. After all her efforts, Sanemi didn't take her troubles into consideration. If anything she felt betrayed and the unwanted hate for Kanae starts to grow. This was the moment when she finally had enough.

"Her?" Shinyu repeated, lips forming a frown upon realizing who Sanemi was speaking of. "You mean Kanae, right?" 

Hearing Kanae's name, Sanemi gasps seeing Shinyu's brows knit together in anger. The woman before him now is fuming—disgusted even. He's never witnessed her so pissed before and seeing that he starts to regret his words. However, it wouldn't be enough if he kept mentioning Kanae at every chance he took. 

"Every time huh?" Shinyu whispered. 

"Shit! Shinyu I—" Sanemi's hand twitched as he reaches for Shinyu's. Instead, Shinyu's hand quickly dodges his and slaps Sanemi hard across the cheek. He yelps, eyes widening in shock after feeling the force of the slap—Shinyu's anger that she hid beneath her love for him. 

"Let me guess you're gonna say the same thing over and over again. 'Oh, Kanae would never let her guard down in a fight' or 'Kanae is so perfect and Shinyu can't compare'." Shinyu said, mocking Sanemi using the words Shinyu could recall from their past arguments. 

"After all this time, you're still the same. No matter how hard I try. You still compare me to Kanae...my friend-" Shinyu spoke, the pent-up anger inside of her exploded and the hand she slapped him with started to sting. "-I'll never be enough for you right, Sanemi?" 

"I gave you everything I had but still...it was all for nothing," Shinyu wails into her hands. She clutched her haori when the itchy sensation in her throat and her trembling lip had her crying uncontrollably. Sanemi covers his cheek, listening to Shinyu's cries. He wished to comfort her although he already imagined a terrible outcome. 

"Shinyu I'm sorry-" 

"Save it!" Shinyu cuts him off, walking around him. "I'm going back to my estate," 

Hugging her arms, Shinyu walked back to her estate in silence. A steady stream of tears rained down her cheeks and stained her uniform top. The wisteria petals littering the path acted as her guide and the cold wind brushed her skin. Sanemi on the other hand watched on in shock. He didn't mean for this to happen. It was all his fault and now he's losing the woman he cared about most in the world. How could he be so stupid? 

"Fuck," Sanemi whispered, combing his fingers through his white locks. Crouching down in the middle of the path, tears of his own started to brim in his tear ducts. "Fuck!" 

Days turned into weeks, and Sanemi appeared on Shinyu's doorstep begging for her forgiveness. Shinyu would sit on the other side of the door, ignoring her lover's pleas as she cried into her hands. Sanemi would express his love for Shinyu, with words he claimed to be from his heart. His claims tugged on Shinyu's heartstrings and despite that, Shinyu stood her ground. One apology after the other ended with Sanemi walking away, leaving Shinyu her favourite food and flowers behind as gifts. Those gifts were given to her tsuguko's. 

Shinyu continued the silent treatment at every hashira meeting, departing from the room before him every time. No matter where they are, Shinyu avoids Sanemi at all costs. Accompanying her nowadays is her new tsuguko Akio. Akio despised Sanemi the minute he heard of what Sanemi had done. 

"Permission to kill him for you, master," Akio asked, gripping the hilt of his sword. 

"That's enough, Akio," Shinyu shook her head, leading a cranky Akio away. 

With the hashira training, tensions were rising as Akio assisted Shinyu in training alongside the lower ranks in hopes that she would become more robust. In order to unlock her demon slayer mark, Shinyu worked her body to its limits. All was going well, Shinyu's part of the training helped not only herself but her comrades even Sanemi's little brother, Genya. Almost the complete opposite of his brother, Genya turned out to be a very kind-hearted boy who was desperate for Sanemi's approval as a demon slayer and becoming a hashira. 

Shinyu felt sorry for Genya once the boy admitted his struggles. Although he can't use breaths or wield a sword like sanemi, Genya tries for him. Shinyu sees herself in Genya, constantly changing to keep Sanemi's eyes on her. A useless tactical which wound up with Shinyu getting hurt. Training Genya, Shinyu wished she could share these moments with her little brother Shizen. Then again she wouldn't want Shinzen to live her life, not a second or a moment more. 

After her training with Genya ended, Shinyu sends him to Sanemi's estate since it was closer. The brunette hoped that their conversation gave Genya hope when it came time for him to approach Sanemi.

welp...Unfortunately, Genya's attempt didn't go well. News spread about a squabble at the wind estate. The fight between Sanemi and Tanjiro turned into an all-out brawl that spanned ages. Shinyu caught wind of the brawl from Akio and a new rule that Tanjiro and Sanemi must stay far away from each other. 

"What an idiot," Shinyu chuckled, walking along a path back to her estate after visiting the butterfly mansion. Distracted by the sounds of nature, Shinyu wanders in silence and follows the track. However, she would come face to face with a familiar face. Her body froze seeing an annoyed Sanemi stop right in front of her. His annoyed expression disappears upon locking eyes with Shinyu's. 

"Shinyu," Sanemi spoke first. Hearing her name, Shinyu unexpectedly feels her emotions begin to overwhelm her along with a heavy feeling in her stomach.

"I-i should go," Shinyu stammers, turning on her heel to flee the wrong way. 

"Wait please-" Sanemi pleas, catching her right wrist in his hand. Shinyu is forced to stop mid-step as Sanemi soften his grip on her wrist. "I just wanna talk-" 

"I have nothing to say to you Sane-" Shinyu shouts, yanking on her arm. 

"You don't have to say anything just hear me out for a few minutes then I'll leave you alone," Sanemi cuts her off and manages to stop Shinyu's tugging altogether. The young woman settles, facing the ground before her. Shinyu refuses to look at Sanemi while he sighs in relief.

"I know you hate me and whatever I say might not change a thing between us. Even now, I'm the last person you want to see-" Sanemi starts, rubbing his thumb along Shinyu's scars. The man withers, unable to keep his emotions in check. "Living without you forced me to understand that you're the only woman for me. I shouldn't have turned you away after all you've done for me. You loved me even when I moped around like a damn fool," 

"I'm so sorry for everything, Shinyu." He apologizes in a cracking voice, bowing his head apologetically. "I don't deserve your forgiveness but I need you to know that I love you more than anything. Always have and always will." 

Shinyu's lip quivers hearing Sanemi sniffle. In all honesty, Shinyu was fighting the urge to cry from Sanemi's words. She remembered the last part, they were her words. 

"Let me go Nemi," Shinyu orders softly, her voice shaking. Sanemi complied, letting go of her hand and stepping back to give her space. Shinyu cups a hand over her chest, calming her beating heart. After so long, Sanemi feels at ease seeing Shinyu without her running away. Shinyu notices as well. Finally, she faces her lover and for the first time in a long time, she catches a glimpse of Sanemi's sense of guilt. The darting glance is what stood out to Shinyu a lot. 

"I can't forgive you yet," Shinyu confesses. 

"I know and I'll do whatever it takes to earn it," Sanemi claims, earning a small smile.  

"Even if it takes a hundred years?" Shinyu asked.

"In this life and the next. I'll do it over and over again if I have to." Sanemi declares. Shinyu's heart skips a beat and her cheeks flushed a light pink. 

"Well, when you put it that way-" She chuckles, unaware of Sanemi looking over at the long grass standing beside them. His hand swipes something out of the grass and is revealed as a demon eye. Shinyu's eyes fall on the body part in disbelief.  

"What the hell is this?" Sanemi questions crushing the eye to dust.  

"Crisis at the Ubuyashiki estate! Crisis!" Screamed the Kasugai crows belonging to Shinyu and Sanemi. In a flash, the couple sprinted towards the Ubuyashiki estate, scared for their master and his children. 

'Oyakata-sama! Please be okay!' Shinyu said internally. 

This brings us to now...

The battle took a turn once the demon's fortress collapsed. All the uppermoons were exterminated leaving the demon king to fend off the demon slayers before sunrise. With Muzan standing in the centre so much blood had been shed for the age of demons to be put to an end and those who lived sought out revenge. All hashira gathered as the demon slayer crop strongest force. Shinyu appeared on the battlefield alongside Mitsuri and Obanai, covered in scratches and bruises. 

Throwing attacks left and right seemed useless if Muzan regenerated after every strike. Shinyu's mark made an appearance as she fought within the infinity castle after she confronted Muzan. A deep cut on her side had her blood seeping out. 

"Keep attacking!" Giyu shouts. 

'Don't lose consciousness! Keep fighting Shinyu!' Shinyu mentally screams at herself.

Muzan sends a brutal attack while displaying his cowardly nature and attempts to flee. Shinyu merely avoids the attack and chases after the demon. Akio, Shinyu's tsuguko and other lower ranks pounce at Muzan, swinging their swords or diving in front of the hashira to protect them. 

"Akio!" Shinyu screams when Aiko takes a heavy hit for her. The strike was deadly, slashing him across his back. "No! Akio!" 

"Don't die master-" Akio gasps out with his final breath. Shinyu wails.  

"You're next hashira!" Muzan laughs, appearing in front of Shinyu. Time moves slowly as Muzan's demonic figure is ready to cut her down. His arm whip is flying towards her leaving her no time to react. Before Shinyu could meet her demise, gyomei's chains wrap around the demon king's neck meanwhile, Sanemi swipes Shinyu out of the way bridal style.

"Sorry, we're late everyone!" Gyomei shouts. 

"We got lost along the way!" Sanemi yells. 

"Sane-" Blood spills out Shinyu's mouth and splashes onto her uniform top, her haori, and her skirt. Sanemi peers down seeing a slash across Shinyu's chest that connect the cut on her side. Blood poured profusely like a waterfall. 

"Shit! Hold on Shinyu I got you! You're gonna be okay!" Sanemi curses, rushing over to the kakushi on standby. 

"Sanemi I-i put me down," 

"Save your strength Shinyu!" Sanemi orders her, putting her down on the ground. The kakushi immediately put in the work to apply pressure to the wound. Grabbing the nearest kakushi, Sanemi points down at Shinyu. "Don't let her out of your sight even if you have to hold her down, she is not allowed to fight!" 

"N-no I can still fight," The woman protests, sitting up despite the excruciating pain. 

Sanemi pushes her back down. "No more-" 

"Sanemi no you can't-" Shinyu wails, grabbing hold of Sanemi's pants instead of allowing her Sanemi silences her by pressing his lips against hers. The kiss makes Shinyu melt into Sanemi's hold, a feeling she missed so much. Sanemi lies Shinyu back down on the floor, parting from the kiss after what felt like forever.

"Stay alive for me," Sanemi tells her, resting his forehead on top of hers. "-And I promise to make you happy until the day I die," 

"-Nemi," Shinyu chokes on her sobs. Her tears blurred her vision, preventing her from seeing Sanemi's smile as he retreats to join the fight. Fighting off death with all her strength, the poor girl's eyelids grew heavy. 

"Don't lose consciousness Ikeda-san!" 

"Ikeda-san!" 

"Shinyu!"

Waking up in the darkness, Shinyu feels around her body for wounds but felt nothing. She's okay, moving around how she normally would unharmed. It's how she remembers the fight and she figures out her surroundings. Before her is a wall of light, on the other side is what she called paradise. She already knew it was heaven and behind is a wall of flames. Shinyu immediately knew that was hell.

"Am I dead or am I dying?" Shinyu wondered, looking back and forth between heaven and hell. "Where's everyone else? Is Muzan dead?"  

"Mom....dad," Shinyu calls out facing heaven. "Are you there?"

No answer so far. Shinyu calls them again and again. No one answered her calls and it was clear to her that no one would respond unless she picks a side. The brunette pressed her hand on the wall of light which passes through. She continues pushing until her elbow is inside. Clouding her mind is Sanemi's promise and her little brother. 

"I promise to make you happy until the day I die," Shinyu says loudly, pulling her hand back. Just saying that put a smile on her face. Moving away, Shinyu chuckles. 

"I can't die yet...not like this," Shinyu laughs, reaching for her sword. "I have someone waiting for me and a little brother who needs me too. I can't leave them behind," 

Once the kakushi bandaged off Shinyu's wounds after stitching them closed, Shinyu's body shot up off the floor. Still, under the effects of the mark, Shinyu uses the curse to forfeit her lifespan in exchange for more power. As a bearer of a mark, Shinyu gained the ability to see into the transparent world. With it, she can see through one's body to track their movements and predict. Seeing into the transparent world, Shinyu notices the world around her moving in slow motion.

Adding to her newfound speed, Shinyu leaps over Tanjiro slicing off one of Muzan arms. Zipping around the demon, Shinyu cuts off another arm thus annoying Muzan. Focusing on Muzan's vital organs, she's able to locate them for an instant and pinpoints his weak points. Shinyu assists Tanjiro until the boy has him stuck to a wall using sun breathing. Shinyu jumps over Tanjiro, pinning Muzans head to the wall with her sword. 

"Hold him there Tanjiro!" Shinyu tells Tanjiro. 

"Shinyu-san!" Tanjiro smiles. 

Taking one of Muzan's arms is Mitsuri. The pink-haired girl screams as she tears off the arm as the other is stabbed by sanemi's sword. Obanai jumps in front of Tanjiro, protecting him from Muzans mouth. 

"You idiot I told you to stay down!" Sanemi shouts at Shinyu. 

"No! If I'm going to die I'll die in battle beside my comrades! not on the sidelines!" Shinyu argues, pushing her sword in deep. Seeing the sun peering over the mountains, a wave of relief is washed over demon slayers. Muzans eyes widen in fear, sending the ones holding him down flying with a shockwave except for Shinyu. Suddenly Shinyu is pulled off the demon's head and thrown through a window, finally rendering her useless. 

"Shinyu!" 

1 MONTH LATER 

Waking up, Shinyu finds herself tucked in the comfort of her infirmary bed. She sees the sun streaming in through the opened windows and a cool breeze grazing her face. Groaning, she shuffles, moving her body to a sit-up position. She takes notice of the injuries on her stomach and peeks at the bandages on her arms and fingers. She looks all over and sees a figure sleeping beside her cot. Arms crossed over his chest, Sanemi's body leans against the back of his chair while he rested and reaching over, Shinyu pokes the man's forehead. 

"Mhm," She heard Sanemi stir in his sleep so she pokes him again. When his hand grabs onto Shinyu's finger he opens his eyes seeing his lover smiling at him. 

"Shinyu," Sanemi whispers, tears running down his face. 

"Hi Nemi," Shinyu greeted, feeling her own tears forming in her tear ducts. Sanemi couldn't hold back, he lunges for her and wraps his strong arms around Shinyu. Shinyu hugs him back, ignoring the pain in her stomach. She cried into Sanemi's shoulder, tightening her grip. 

"You idiot! I thought I lost you," Sanemi mumbles into Shinyu's shirt. 

"I'm here Sanemi...I'm right here," Shinyu reassures him, kissing the top of his head. For a while, the embrace had no intention of ending. The couple shared their love through warmth and tears. With the time they had left because of the mark, Sanemi stuck to his promise to make Shinyu happy through Genya's final words. To live is what he told Sanemi and that's what Sanemi did. Shinyu had forgiven Sanemi the moment Sanemi had asked her to marry him a few months after the death of Muzan. They were wedded in Shinyu's hometown after Shinyu reunited with her little brother. 

After Sanemi and Shinyu's demise due to the mark, their love brought their reincarnations together in the future. They won and earned a peaceful life in a world without demons.

authors note: my bad for taking so long pookie <3 likes & reblogs are appreciated <3 if you see any grammar mistakes...keep that shit to yourself

[slytherinshua]

JUST US TWO

genre. academic rivals to lovers. mutual pining. fluff. a little angst. warnings. both reader and shinyu are academic slays. reader experiences burnout. not proofread thoroughly. pairing. class president!shinyu x fem!class president!reader. wc. 2.4k. request. requested by @eternalgyu, here. a/n. finally in my tws fic era ready to fill the void bcuz why aren't ppl stanning and writing for these boys??

You sighed as you shut your locker and the first thing in your view was Junghwan along with a small group of girls tailing behind him. You sent him a look, raising your eyebrow as if to question the situation, though you were all too familiar with it. It was almost routine. Junghwan could barely walk around the school without having his many admirers clinging to his side. It was annoying. He was annoying.

Junghwan just rolled his eyes at your look and walked off, leaving you to find your next class by yourself. You weren’t sure why you kept expecting him to show you any kind of attention. You were co-class presidents; so it would make sense that you would both get along. Apparently not, at least not during school hours.

Given the obvious dynamic between you two, most people in the school had a running joke that you both hated each other. You weren’t quite sure if it was true or not. Hate was a strong word, and annoyed might be a better descriptor of how Junghwan made you feel.

He never seemed to do his work as the president during school hours, spending the time instead flocked with his own group of admirers. You wondered how anyone could take that amount of attention without getting a headache. Not knowing when or if he would ever finish his assigned work had often left you stressing, yet Junghwan always seemed to pull through at the very last minute, often handing you the neatly done work minutes before you needed it. You weren’t sure how Junghwan had even gotten the position as president in the first place with how irresponsible he seemed to be. You were almost certain that he had gotten in by majority vote, using his good looks to get whatever he wanted, as usual. 

Most annoyingly was how his face seemed to stop you from reprimanding him whenever he didn’t do something he was supposed to. It meant more work for you, yet you couldn’t seem to even complain about it. Over the months, it became harder and harder to even keep up the playful banter and savage remarks that you were used to exchanging with him. Before too long you realized the detrimental mistake you had made.

You had grown feelings for him.

Exam season was always extra work for the class presidents. You had to take as many tests as all the other students, but your separate president responsibilities only increased as the end of the school year grew closer. You should’ve noticed the signs of burnout before they hit you hard, but you didn’t.

Everything started to feel overwhelming before you knew it. You could barely focus in class or when you tried to study. Everything seemed to bring you closer to tears, even little things like Junghwan’s teasing. Things you used to handle just fine, even some that you used to enjoy. You barely had the energy to be annoyed at Junghwan anymore, just confused. It was as if he was never affected like you were. Everything seemed so easy for him. It just wasn’t fair. Worst of all, he didn’t even seem to notice how much you were struggling. He was the only classmate in the school that you had ever considered to be your friend, but even now you were questioning it. The more you felt invisible to him, the worse your burnout got.

You kept pushing yourself as much as you could. You didn’t know what else to do but to keep going. It was all you knew how to do. You completed exam after exam, feeling numb each time you got your scores back, watching as they slowly continued to drop 1 point at a time. You tried your best to handle all the activities for class president duties on top of it, but each time you noticed how the quality dropped significantly. You didn’t feel proud of your work like you once used to, you only felt tired. 

You longed each day for someone to care enough to notice how much you were struggling. Particularly, you wished that Junghwan would notice. It was stupid to have developed a crush on him despite how careless and irresponsible he seemed to be, but you had genuinely enjoyed all the banter and rivalry you had with him over the months. It gave you something to look forward to. Another reason for you to do your best, knowing that someone would care and be impressed. Once you lost energy to keep up with it, though, you just wished he would talk to you normally. 

“Hey, Y/n! Can we talk?” Junghwan pulled you aside after class ended, something you couldn’t have predicted in a million years. “Are you okay?” His hands were placed on your shoulders, and he tilted his head, inspecting your face carefully, noticing the unmistakable signs of tiredness with worried eyes.

“Do you even care?” You asked, an unusually irritated tinge in your voice. You never talked like that. You were unused to having him this close to you. As much as you felt unable to do anything, you liked how the simple feeling of his hands on your shoulders seemed to ease away some of the stress you were feeling.

“Yes. I care about you. You’ve seemed so down lately, don’t think I haven’t noticed. I just want to know what’s bothering you.” He frowned when you started to tear up. “Hey…” His voice softened just above a whisper when the tears started to escape your waterline. He reached up to wipe them away, but hesitated at the last second, leaving his hand up in mid-air awkwardly. 

“Sorry.” You sniffed and stepped back from him to wipe away your tears. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me- everything’s just felt like so much. I-it’s stupid.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you.” He countered. His tone was almost unlike him. He was always joking and teasing, but he said it so seriously that you instantly wanted to believe him. He led you to sit down by one of the desks, pulling another one right across from it so he could sit facing you.

He coaxed you to tell him everything that was on your mind. You were apprehensive at first, wondering if he might make a joke out of it. You knew him and his tendencies, and while you sometimes adored how he could make light of any situation, it wasn’t something you wanted right now. Thankfully, he didn’t. He knew that it was a situation that was serious to you, and he only listened intently, giving you as much time as you needed. Only after he was sure that you were done telling him everything, he spoke again.

“I think you should step down from being a class president.”

“What?” You were taken aback by his suggestion. It was absurd. You had been the student president for years. You had worked your ass off for it. You almost couldn’t imagine not having the responsibility. 

“Just hear me out— only for a bit. The year is almost over anyway, and you’ve done more than 80% of the work. Next year you can go back to it if you feel like it, but you need a break. I’ll take care of everything, I promise, but only if you agree to give yourself a break.” 

His words slowly sunk in, and you couldn’t ignore how right he was. You were overloaded. The only thing that you could drop from your responsibilities reasonably was class president. You reluctantly agreed, deciding to trust Junghwan on this. You just hoped it wouldn’t backfire.

Adjusting to less responsibilities was hard and even uncomfortable at times. You were always used to busying yourself. The feeling of accomplishing another task had always satisfied you, but the ability to relax was a luxury you hadn’t experienced in a while.

Junghwan seemed to stick by your side more than usual. The normal teasing died down so much that you had to make an effort to get him to crack a joke. You missed your usual banter, and though it was nice to see this new, caring side of Junghwan, you missed how casual you used to be with him. Wondering whether your pathetic breakdown had made him uncomfortable plagued your mind at times.  

You still helped him with some of the class president duties. Only a little, though, as he wouldn’t allow you to do anything more than guiding him through what to do. It made for after school sessions together in the art room most days. You would work on homework or just relax and watch him work. You liked how warm it felt to be around him. 

“You were right about taking a break.” You said one afternoon in the empty classroom. Your head lay on the desk that Junghwan was working at, colouring in a big poster to hang up for the bake sale next Friday. The sunlight shone through the window and warmed the side of your face. Junghwan couldn’t help but get a little distracted at the warm glow of the light on your skin. Pretty.

“Oh? Was I?” He cracked a teasing smile, one that always felt right when he was around you.

“I know right? Who knew that you were capable of giving decent advice. You should become a counsellor.” You joked.

He shuddered, “God, no. Imagine having to deal with problems from people you don’t even care about every day.” 

You giggled and closed your eyes again, letting the sound of markers gliding across the paper be the only sound filling the room. Care. Junghwan cared about you.

A few minutes passed, simultaneously feeling like mere seconds and hours at the same time. There was no urgency when you were Junghwan. You were allowed to relax completely and think about nothing… Nothing but him.  

You loved the fond gaze he gave you, the crinkle of his eyes, the lift of his lips into a smile, the sound of his laugh when he got a reaction out of you. You used to despise how much you liked everything about him, how even holding eye contact with him would give you butterflies, but now, you didn’t seem to mind.

Junghwan finished the poster off with white highlights on the bright green letters, making sure they would pop out just as much as if you were the one making the poster. He smiled proudly at his work, hoping it was neat enough for you to approve of too. He was about to ask what you thought of it when he realized you had been quiet for longer than usual.

He glanced down, his smile growing even more when he saw your eyes still closed, head lying on the desk with your arm used as a makeshift pillow. He sighed, deciding not to wake you up just to affirm his poster for the bake sale. He rested his head on his hand, staring fondly at your peaceful face.

“Pretty…” He mumbled to himself without even realising. The image of you sleeping was just too perfect, and Junghwan quickly made sure to save it in his brain forever. He couldn’t deny that he had wanted to be more with you for a long time. At first, he was just excited to have met a girl who was on his level; who could match his brain and wit. You even surpassed him in most areas. He was never entirely sure if you were interested in him too or not, though. You never seemed to admire anything about him, neither were you prone to jealousy like past girls he had been interested in. You just lived as yourself and let him live with you without any expectations. And he liked that about you.

“No… You’re the pretty one.” 

Junghwan’s eyes widened as he looked back down at your face. Your eyes were still closed, a small smile playing at your lips, satisfied with your little whispered remark. Dozens of panicked thoughts raced through Junghwan’s head, but his face remained calm; still focused entirely on yours.

You opened your eyes and glanced up at him, lips curving into a more prominent smile. His ears were dusted red, and it was so cute. He just stared at you, voice caught in his throat. Not that you needed words from him. You sat up, leaning slightly closer to his face, searching for hesitation on his end. He just blinked at you, once, twice. 

You didn’t have time to see him blink the third time, because as soon as he did, he closed the small distance between you two. You had imagined kissing Junghwan many times. How soft his lips would be, whether the kiss would be fast or slow, how long it would last. All these things you had considered many times before. But the kiss in your imagination didn’t compare even a little to how he was kissing you now.

It was soft— both his lips and how gentle he held you. He seemed almost scared to push too far, but it wasn’t enough for you. You pulled him even closer, allowing him to tilt his head and taste even more of your cherry lip balm. He was breathless, face hot and mind completely fuzzy by the time you pulled away. You were no better than him. Your eyes still stayed close a few seconds too long as you processed what just happened. It had all ended too quickly, though you were sure your lips had been on his for at least 2 minutes.

“Sorry.” He said sheepishly and then giggled. You looked like a deer in the headlights as you blinked your eyes open. You broke away from your frozen state when you saw Junghwan’s bright smile.

“For what?” You asked, eyes twinkling. 

“For not doing that sooner.” He smiled.

“Better late than never.” You whispered.

Junghwan beamed, “I’ll make it up to you.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he stood up from the desk.

“And just how will you do that?” You asked suspiciously, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Will you go out with me on Friday?” 

“Hmm… It depends. Will you ask me to be your girlfriend on this outing?”

He grinned, “I could ask you right now if you prefer. Can I be your boyfriend, Y/n?”

You smiled fondly at him, adoration in your eyes, “Yes. You can be my boyfriend.”

↳ tws taglist (bolded could not be tagged): @eternalgyu,, @seunghancore,, @sobun1est,, @talkingsaxy

[friendshipstates]

Into the Riderverse (AU RP Interest Thread)

What has gone on before:

“I’m not supposed to tell you this, but when have I ever let the rules get in the way?” The message had come from Kaitou Daiki, also known as Kamen Rider Diend. “Behind the floodgates, you’ll find another gate. A gate to everywhere. Don’t let them open it.” And with that, the phantom thief had formed a dimensional wall and left Fourze and his allies in the Rabbit Hutch befuddled.

Certain allies were less confused by the cryptic clues from the blue Rider than Fourze was. After taking the time to hear the explanation from a friend who understood the answer, Fourze led his team down into the flood tunnels under Tokyo.

The Radar Module had been activated, and soon the scanner found something that definitely shouldn’t be there. There was no reason for a door to be inside the flood tunnels. After all, the first major storm would see that place under a foot a water.

After a few moments to pry open a door that definitely didn’t want to be opened, the Rider and his allies had found themselves in the middle of a Shocker laboratory. All around them, skull-masked goons were talking about the coming incursion, and how they’d take over the whole multiverse. At least that was the topic of conversation until they spotted one of their most hated foes. A Kamen Rider dared show his armored face in their lair?

What followed was like music. Fourze and his allies moved in such perfect synchronicity that the dozens of Shocker mooks never stood a chance against them. This finally led into a battle in the middle of a room that should not exist. A massive supercollider in a space barely big enough to contain an IMAX theater. And the collider had been turned on, just as Fourze found himself in hand-to-hand combat with an augmented human. The Snake Commander of Shocker fought against Fourze for ten minutes, luring him closer and closer to the center of the room. Finally, the supercollider reached critical state, and a dimensional gate was opened, catching Kamen Rider Fourze in the middle of it.

In a brief moment, Kamen Rider Fourze looked into the Multiverse, and the Multiverse looked back. He knew that he couldn’t allow Shocker to use this gate. So, summoning his Barizun Sword to his hand, he opened his own warp portal inside the dimensional portal, shunting the energy from the collider elsewhere. As thanks for protecting it from the whims of wicked men, the multiverse drew Fourze into it. His armor fell from around him and he turned to his allies, who had just subdued the Snake Commander.

“Don’t worry about me. Find them.” He gestured off into the portal at unseen figures. “They’ll be here soon. Find them, and bring them to Hikari…” What appears to be a humanoid form in grey mist drifted around his body, and Kisaragi Gentaro was gone.

There was no explosion, no shower of sparks. With an unceremonious “POP” the two portals collided with each other and slammed shut, taking their friend with them.

This left his allies in a secret base and very confused. But elsewhere, some other people are going to be very confused.

In a small photo studio, a young man with a Blackbird camera looks up at a photo backdrop of a moonbase, and shields his eyes as the image seems to shatter into seven pieces.

Turning to his own allies, Kadoya Tsukasa says “I know what you’re thinking, but this wasn’t my fault.”

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All Right, Let’s Take it From the Top…

My Name is…

Sir Gentaro Bladebond, Paladin of the Goddess Kazashiro who stands for Purity, Beauty and Self-Worth.

I was raised in the temple of the Goddess to be her chosen champion. During a diplomatic mission to the Blue Sky Kingdom, to join my church to the church of their god Blue, I met a young mage named Tsubasa. She had lost everything that was dear to her, and I took her under my wing as I continued my adventure. We returned to the Blue Sky Kingdom bearing an artifact of great power, which we returned to Blue in person. For a few days, things were peaceful. Then my fellow acolytes called my attention to a strange vortex that opened in the divine gardens. Leaving Tsubasa in the care of Angela, my group’s ectomancy expert, I went to explore it. I found myself in a strange new world, with spires of steel and glass, and found myself in conflict with an unusual creature. A beast of stained glass, trying to claim the life force of a woman on the street. I drew my holy blade to fight the monster, and that’s where my story resumes…

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My name is…

Gentaro Kisaragi, Blue Lantern of Space Sector 2814. 

Seven years ago, I had an encounter with an alien spacecraft. The pilot, Roa’ka’nar, was heavily injured in the crash. I took him into my home and nursed him back to health. Through the whole time, I worked to keep him from reopening his wounds, helped him regain his strength and get accustomed to Earth food and tradition. When the time came for Roa’ka’nar to return to his homeworld, he revealed his true identity to me. He was a member of galactic protection agency, A Blue Lantern, who used hope to save the worlds. He told me his last battle before the crash had been so taxing that he was thinking of calling it quits. But I had stood by his side, and motivated him to be better. He saw in me the potential to bring great hope. So for the first time in Blue Lantern history, a Corpsman took on an apprentice. I joined Roa’ka’nar for those years as he trained me to fight against the Reds and the Black Lanterns. During our last day together, I was separated from Roa’ka’nar by a dimensional vortex. Though I’m in a different world, it’s still the same Tokyo I grew up in, mostly. As long as there’s hope here, there’s still a charge in my power battery...

My name is...

Gentaro Kisaragi, also known as Switch-1. 

Seven years ago, The Zodiac Alliance descended on Earth. They came to force humans to evolve to a higher power, by giving them a taste of “Star Blood.” But before them came the Yuujou Switch, a device that drew power from people’s bonds of friendship. On countless other worlds, the Zodiac Alliance had been driven back by warriors of great friendship using the power of the Yuujou Switch, and our world was no different. Okay, maybe a bit different. My own belief in the power of friendship granted me and my friends the power to transform into Yuujou Sentai Switchman, and we took the fight to the Zodiac Alliance. During a fight with Commander Libra, I found myself and my mecha, the Rabbit Racer, sent to another world. There are others here like me. Maybe I can be their friend and fight alongside them until I get home. I hope my team is ok…

My name is…

Gentaro Kisaragi, though the rest of the world knows me as the Pro Hero Fourze.

 Though I may not be at his level, I fought alongside All-Might in a few encounters. But my power source isn’t like his. You see, each time I create a genuine, lasting friendship, my power increases by four. Four extra feet per jump, four extra seconds to take a beating, four extra miles per hour, four extra pounds of weight. I have over two hundred friends, and I’m looking to make a thousand. Not because I want to be more powerful, but because I just want more friends.

When the portal appeared, I had put myself between it and a villain I was trying to save. The last thing I heard was that villain saying “He really did care about me..” I hope I can get back home and find that guy. I really want to be his friend.

My name is…

Gentaro Kisaragi. I’m a graduate of Mahoutokoro Magical Academy, and I work as a private eye. 

Did someone get lost in the Nevernever? I’ll find them. Does some Black Court vampire need a punch in the mouth? I’m your guy. I use my magic to get the job done, and my hands to make your life better than when I found it. Everyone I’ve helped has stayed in touch and referred me to other cases, so I’m never hard up for work. One day, I finished up a case and found myself staring into a cloud of mist. I heard a woman’s voice coming from the mist. She said “Follow me, there are people that need your help.” Of course, I followed her towards the portal. This new version of Tokyo is different from what I’m used to, but magic still follows the same rules here, mostly...

My name is…

Gentaro Kisaragi. I’m a Pokemon trainer from Mistralton City. But I don’t go out and catch Pokemon after harsh battles. Whether they’re lost, abandoned or mistreated by their original trainers, I nurse them back to health and give them a spot in my team. Right now, I have an Arcanine named Queen, a Swanna, a Gothorita, a Porygon named Gigabyte, and an Ivysaur that seems to have adopted me, and comes and goes as she pleases. She was with me when the portal opened, so I have that going for me. But now I’m in a world with no Pokemon except the ones I brought with me. I’m kind of scared, to be honest.

My name is…

Shinyu Kisaragi. I’m Sixteen years old, and can I tell you a secret? I’m a legendary warrior. 

I know, it’s weird to think that a girl dressed like a punk rocker could be a force of pure magic, but it’s true! During a field trip to the observatory, my classmates and I watched as a geologist cracked open a meteorite. The inside of it glowed, and we found ourselves in a different place. Right in front of us was a massive spider web made up of gold and silver threads. A really pretty boy named Kengo appeared from the web and told us we were looking at the Bonds of Life, how everything in the universe was connected. Off on the edges of the web, lines were being snapped. Kengo told us that a great enemy calling themselves Threadbare were working to break apart people’s connections to each other. As each person was severed from those ties, they fell into darkness. Kengo gave us each a Star Switch and told us that when the time came, we could transform into the Soul Bond Pretty Cure. Well, I did transform into Cure Friendship and it was so awesome. Now if only my costume wasn’t so frilly. I’m in another version of Tokyo now, and I know that my friends are still out there. I can feel them in the Bonds of Life but who are these other people I sense…

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Welcome to an AU RP, inspired heavily by and cribbed directly from “Spider-man: Into the Spider-Verse.” If you haven’t yet seen this movie, do so as soon as possible.

In this AU, Every other version of Gentaro I have dabbled in, and some I haven’t, have found their way to this reality. But being in a different plane of reality causes their bodies to glitch out in painful ways. It’s this reality’s way of saying “You don’t belong here.” They want to get home as soon as possible, but once they’re made aware of one of their own number being missing, they’ll do whatever it takes to help Gentaro come back.

In order to return the other Gentaros to their home universe and reclaim this universe’s Gentaro from The Void, the heroes who take part in this will have to find the other Gentaro’s and bring them to the one place where a Rider can open a dimensional gate: The Hikari Photo Studio, base of operations for Kamen Rider Decade.

But the heroes aren’t alone. Some of them have brought enemies with them, and the Shocker organization that created the original multidimensional gate will stop at nothing to prevent Fourze from returning.

If you’re interested in taking part in this, give this thread a like and tell me in the comments which AU Gentaro you want to do threads with, or if you want Multiple Gentaros for a thread. Then we can plot the adventure as it takes turns and curves Through the Riderverse.

[dohoon-gf]

cuddling with shinyu but he's a boob guy. It ends up leading to more

anon... the way i abandoned all my asks for a moment FOR THIS ASK. loves ur brain. this is short

here you go, enjoy.

WARNING: suggestive, mdni

🐚

It was a chill Saturday night. You and your boyfriend, Shinyu, chose to stay at home and cuddle while watching some romcom. You could never get enough of Shinyu's warmth.

And he could never get enough of you.

Shinyu moves his hand underneath your shirt, and you immediately pick on whatever he's thinking about right now.

"Yuya... we're watching comedy."

"So what?" He asked like a little child. His hand keeps playing with your breast like it's a stress ball.

"What's with you and boobs?" You raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know. They're just so adorable yet sexy. Please, don't ask me things. Now I'm horny." Shinyu scolds you.

"What the heck." You laughed at his reaction.

"Can we do it tonight? We're staying at home, right?" Shinyu tries his best to convince you.

"If you can turn me on, maybe I'll say yes." You tease him.

"You challenge the wrong guy." Shinyu let his fingers play with your nipple. You let out a moaned as a reaction.

Just when you thought he's done with his games, he used his thumb and index finger to twirl your nipple lightly, which is worse because now you're whining at him for more.

"You do know you're sensitive and always get horny when I play with your boobs. Why do you feel the need to challenge me, baby?" He asked in a mocking tone.

You couldn't even respond and just let out another moan for the answer.

"What's with you and boobs, huh?" He repeated the question you asked him earlier.

Let's just say none of you even remember what the movie was about.