#I think aki makes you feel really good about yourself

[meownotgood]

can't stop thinking about how soft aki treats you in bed. he's so gentle and careful, he asks before he does anything — can I take this off? or can I touch you here? — he makes you feel so safe when you're with him, so comfortable and so loved. making love with him is earnest and sweet and passionate, it's deep and slow; he leaves kisses on every inch of your skin he can reach, he presses his forehead to yours and laces his and your fingers together and holds onto you tight.

aki isn't used to feeling so vulnerable. he tears up every time, you run your fingers through his hair and he's crying but you're the best thing he's ever felt and he doesn't want to stop, not until he's made you feel good too; he buries his face in the nape of your neck and tells you he loves you. he holds out so he can finish alongside you, every time you gasp his name his heart beats harder and his body feels warmer and warmer. god, he's so in love with you, he'd give his life to make you happy and he wouldn't even think twice — aki chants soft little I love you's into your ear with a shaky voice and holds you like he never wants to let go.

#he'd be terrified the first time he does it with you because he doesn't want to hurt you #he's shaking and breathing hard and he asks you if you're okay so many times you have to tell him to stop worrying so much #I think aki makes you feel really good about yourself #he tells you how beautiful you are #he shows you how much you mean to him with his careful and patient touches #hahaha.... insane hour right now..... ahaha..... #I need him to make me feel better... to treat me so softly..... #ehehee.... aa..... a. a.... #slowly losing it #aki <3 #aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader

[harunayuuka2060]

Jamil and Ace: *watching Yuurin play basketball*

Ace: I— WHY IS HE SO TALENTED?!

Jamil: He's got good defense and he's quick to analyze the movement of his opponent.

Jamil: ...

Jamil: Ace, make sure he joins the Basketball Club.

Ace: ...

Ace: Can one student have two clubs?

Jamil: What do you mean?

Ace: Equestrian Club, Track and Field, and Majift Club are after him.

Jamil: Are you saying... that other clubs want him too?!

Ace: Y-Yeah...

Jamil: *sigh* Well, I hope he plays for us if ever we need an extra player.

Ace: He's quite cool... You just need to convince him a lot...

Ace: We're classmates! And best buddies! Are you really going to do this to me?!

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: We barely socialize.

Ace: I'm friends with Jack, and you're his friend too! So technically, we're friends!

Yuurin: ...

Ace: Please, Yuurin! Just this once! Okay?

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *a bit annoyed* Fine.

Ace: Thank you, bestfriend!

Leona: Have you chosen on a club?

Yuurin: I want to join the Majift Club.

Leona: Heh. Why? Is it because we're there?

Yuurin: *nods*

Leona: Well, sure. Though have you tried the Film Studies Club?

Yuurin: Film Studies Club?

Leona: Yeah. You can learn a lot of things there.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: I see. I'll try it then.

Vil: This is a surprise, Leona.

Leona: Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Do you accept new members?

Vil: As of now, yes. We're looking for new actors that can play feminine roles.

Leona: Do they get to wear feminine clothes?

Vil: Of course. That's why it's called feminine roles, Leona.

Leona: Great. Yuurin wants to join.

Yuurin: *looking at Leona*

Vil: ...

Vil: Are you serious?

Leona: What?

Vil: He doesn't look— *looking at Yuurin*

Vil: ...

Vil: On a second thought, why not?

Yuurin: ...

Vil: *to his students* Someone bring me a makeup kit!

Yuurin: ...

Vil: What do you think?

Leona: ...

Leona: How do you feel about it, Yuurin?

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: It's nice. *feels good about it*

Vil: My, you have quite an adorable student, Leona.

Yuurin: ...

Leona: ...

Leona: We're going back to our dorm.

Leona: Yuurin, let's go.

Yuurin: Yes, Leona-senpai.

The other Film Studies members: ...

The other Film Studies members: Yuurin looks nice, doesn't he?

Vil: ...

Vil: Yuurin, huh? *smirks*

Savanaclaw students: ...

Ruggie: Hey, Yuurin. Are you wearing a makeup?

Yuurin: *nods*

Jack: ...

Jack: *gives her a thumbs up and grins* You look great!

Savanaclaw students: ...

Savanaclaw student A: Yo! Get the wig!

Savanaclaw student B: On it!

Yuurin: Huh?

Ruggie: We were in the middle of designing your dorm uniform when they decided to buy wigs and makeup.

Yuurin: ...

Other Savanaclaw students: *fighting on what wig should Yuurin use*

Savanaclaw student C: Long hair, motherfucker!

Savanaclaw student D: With highlights, you uncultured swine!

Yuurin: ...

Jack: ...

Jack: I bought you a cute nail polish.

Akihiro: *chuckles softly* I'm glad you're being pampered, Yuurin.

Yuurin: *is on a phone call with him* Hm.

Yuurin: It's my second time wearing anything feminine.

Akihiro: You should do it on a daily basis.

Yuurin: You're a bad influence sometimes, Aki.

Akihiro: *chuckles then coughs*

Yuurin: Aki?

Akihiko: I'm fine... *clears his throat* *then chuckles again*

Yuurin: ...

Akihiko: Yuurin, you have the freedom. I hope you enjoy yourself to the fullest, not thinking the responsibilities everyone forced on you here.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *smiles sadly* It would be nice if you have that freedom too.

Akihiro: I might be able to leave this place soon.

Yuurin: Huh?

Akihiro: *chuckles* But that's a secret for now.

Akihiro: You'll see me visiting Night Raven College one day.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: I hope you come here during a school holiday.

Akihiro: Don't worry. I'm checking my calendar. *chuckles* Bye, Yuurin. I have to sleep now.

Yuurin: Hm. Good night, Aki.

Akihiro: Sweet dreams, bluebell.

Yuurin: Aki... That nickname doesn't suit me.

Akihiro: It does. *chuckles* Bye for real. *hangs up*

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *smiles* I don't know what you're up to.

Yuurin: But as long as you're fine. *gazes at the moon*

Akihiro: *also gazing at the moon*

Their mother: I have chosen the perfect partner for you, Akane.

Akihiro: *smiles* Thank you, mother.

Their mother: *smiles* You'll be the most beautiful bride.

Akihiro: But I won't ever be as beautiful as mother.

Their mother: Don't say that. *chuckles*

Their mother: *then smiles at him*

Their mother: I'm glad you have finally accepted your fate, Akane.

Their mother: It makes me proud as a mother.

Akihiko: *continues to smile at her*

#twisted wonderland #twst yuurin #twst akihiro/akane #twst leona #twst ace #twst jamil #twst vil #twst ruggie #twst jack #twst savanaclaw #twst unveil

[c-o-t-o]

OMG omg!! i have a question-- do i need to like pay or anything??? like this is so cool oml! this is what i would really like to see, and also idk if you are fine w multiple prompts in one but here-- can i request NSFW #9, #17 and #16, in one, with denji x fem reader?? sorry if its too much to ask but ur literally such a good writer i cant help it!! thank youuuuu ong

Dinner and Dessert, Part 1

Author: c-o-t-o

Character: Denji x fem reader

CW: 18+ only, sexual content/smut, character aged up, explicit language, pain play, teasing, light bdsm (some CWs apply to other parts)

Misc: ~2.5k words, Part 1. Requested by anon (playing with you under the kotatsu, teasing, and pain play)- I got too into this request and so is going to be much longer than anticipated! Keep an eye out for part 2!

About: You and Denji start teasing each other under the kotatsu after dinner, but it begins to turn into something much more playful.

*Do not remove info or credit from posts when reblogging or sharing!*

Denji was being his rowdy self, as usual. You all managed to make it through a dinner together without Power flinging food across the room or Denji and Aki yelling at her. Denji was, however, very energetic tonight.

Aki was in and out of the living room cleaning up after dinner, while power sat off to the side on some cushions watching TV with Meowy. You and Denji were still under the kotatsu since it was so toasty and warm.

Denji lays straight back and carelessly spreads his legs out under the kotatsu, one of his legs ending up on top of yours. He puts his hands back under his head, grinning wide and sighing contentedly.

“Denji…” you say, hoping he’ll just realize he’s being obnoxious. When he doesn’t pay you any mind, you start shaking your legs to shake him off.

“Denji!” You laugh, although somewhat annoyed that he’s just taking up all this space.

“Whaaattt??” He finally responds, shaking his legs back with a devious grin on his face.

You reach under the kotatsu and try to push his leg off but he pushes back against the force of your hand. Denji makes a “ahh haa” sound to mock you, sticking his tongue out.

This back and forth goes on for a few minutes. You push him, he pushes you back. You slap his leg, and he tries to swat at you from his lying position. Eventually you both start laughing at each other. Denji sits back up and leans his head on his hand. He smiles at you with his cheeks all red. Probably from all the kicking and gyrating he was doing. He reaches under the kotatsu and pinches your leg, and you let out a playful yelp. You reach back under to do the same, pinching him on what you assume to be the top of his thigh. But instead of Denji yelling or getting annoyed, his face begins to redden more, eyes starting to avoid yours.

Confused, you pinch him again, thinking he’ll do something back to you. But this time, he just closes his eyes and exhales through his nose loudly. You lower your face to try and look him in the eyes, but Denji instead turns his face away.

‘Does he… like this? Did he do this wanting me to pinch him back?’ You wonder to yourself. It’s no secret that Denji likes the thrill of pain, but you assumed that was just when he fought. Before you can let your thoughts wander more, you feel Denji grab your hand under the kotatsu, squeezing your fingers. You look at him, his eyes still looking down at the table. With his other arm leaning on the table, his hand covers his mouth, trying to covertly hide his expression and the redness creeping in on his face. Denji puts your hand on his thigh, and you feel his hand on yours. He starts dragging his nails down your skin, making you gasp out loud.

“What happened?” Aki peeks his head out from the kitchen while he does the dishes. Hearing this, Power tilts her head around to look at you and Denji.

“N-nothing! It’s nothing, sorry.” You say with your voice cracking a bit. You glare at Denji who is still trying to cover his mouth, but smirking now. “You…”

You do the same back to Denji, teasing him just the way he did to you. Scratching his thigh didn’t get much of a reaction out of him, though. He does it back to you, but harder this time. You quickly turn to look at him, and all you can see are his eyes looking up at you pleadingly. Your heart skips a beat, understanding now that he wants you to do it harder. When you do, you see Denji’s neck cringe from pleasure. The sight of him getting turned on by you and the small hints of pain in your teasing, inadvertently starts turning you on as well.

The blanket under the tabletop is big and heavy, so nobody notices when either of you start moving around more underneath it. Denji goes back to laying flat on the floor while you lay on your side. You’ve both pulled the blanket up to your necks now, allowing both of you to reach more than just each other’s thighs.

Living with Denji, you two ended up constantly flirting with each other. As boys usually do, Denji’s way of showing it was always to tease you. When it mattered the most, he did protect you and looked out for you. But at home, when he could be his weird self, he loved to tease you. You once came close to kissing him late at night when you both started falling asleep on the couch watching a movie, leaning on each other. But nothing ever came of it, until today. Maybe Denji couldn’t take it anymore.

You gasp quietly to yourself when you feel Denji’s hand move up your arm, making its way up to your chest. He glances over at you to look for a reaction, hesitating. With just your eyes, you scan the room to make sure Aki and Power aren’t paying attention, which they aren’t. You look back at Denji, making tiny nods with your head. His eyes widen in surprise and excitement. Without wasting any more time, Denji’s hand finds its way to your breast, cupping and squeezing it gently at first. He tries to nonchalantly watch you for your reaction.

Denji’s hands are so big and warm that it honestly feels really good. Your eyes close in pleasure and you start letting out small breathy moans through your nose, trying so hard to be quiet. But suddenly, you hear Denji chuckle. It’s so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. But before you open your eyes, you feel Denji’s hand go under your shirt, pinching your nipple with his fingertips.

You grab your mouth to try keeping yourself from making too much noise, not really able to do much of anything with Aki and Power in the same room. Denji, still being Denji, starts teasing you. His fingertips start circling around your hardened nipple, pinching it randomly, trying to get you to gasp out loud. You feel yourself start getting wet. Were you also enjoying the random bits of pain? Denji somehow found a way to make it feel good and not actually hurt.

To retaliate, you lean over and run your hand up Denji’s thigh, hand resting over the crotch of his shorts. His eyes flash open at you, and all you can do is smirk at him. He pinches your nipple again in response.

Your hand knew exactly where to go, because… well frankly, Denji was already incredibly hard before you even touched him. He got that freaking hard just teasing you and feeling you up. You find the seam of his shorts, take a deep breath, and start making your way up them.

You didn’t think your first time feeling him up would be during a situation like this… but damn was it exciting. Nervous and eager to feel Denji, you finally slide your fingers underneath the fabric of his underwear. He was so hot from being so stiff that it warmed your fingers to the touch immediately. Denji was pretty big, and it somewhat takes you by surprise. You drag your fingertips across his skin from the base of him to his tip. There’s already precum pooling at the top. You laugh to yourself and drag the tip of your finger across it, using it to lubricate your fingertip as it circles the head of his cock. Denji throws his head back in pleasure, letting go of your boob. Closing your fingers around him, you start pumping your hand up and down his length, watching his eyes roll back in his head. Once you get a good rhythm going and he starts getting into it… you suddenly let go, making him go crazy from the sudden withdrawl. His knees jerk and hit the kotatsu from inside, making him yell out.

“Okay, what’s going on in there??” Aki asks annoyed, coming out from the kitchen to see what’s going on. For some reason, your immediate response is to close your eyes and pretend you fell asleep under the kotatsu when Aki comes in.

“It’s fine, just go back to your chores,” Denji retorts, trying so hard to play it off. “I just hit my knees, no big deal, it’s fine.” Aki looks down at you, then glares at Denji.

“Be quiet, she’s sleeping. And you should be, too. In fact,” Aki says, turning to look at Power as well, “We should all be going to sleep. We all have work tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah, yeah, got it. I’ll wake her up and tell her to go to bed. Just wanna finish my show.” Denji says, trying to convince Aki and Power to both leave. Which they do, because Aki takes Meowy in an effort to get Power to go back to her room and sleep.

For a few brief moments it’s completely silent. Out of nowhere, you feel something warm near your face. You open your eyes to see Denji hovering above you. He playfully grabs your chin, bringing his mouth to your ear. He licks the shell of your ear, then bites on your earlobe before whispering, “You’re really in for it now.”

#ask c-o-t-o #request #chainsaw man #csm #denji #csm denji #chainsaw man fic #chainsaw man smut #denji x you #denji x reader #denji x fem reader #denji smut #anime #manga #otaku #fanfic #csm smut #c-o-t-o

[dulcibella-dreams]

Makoto or Akihiko with a smug and assertive f!reader? 🙏 love ur work

Akihiko Sanada and P3 male protag with a smug and assertive f!reader

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SJJSKSKSJSJSJSJSJJSKS sorry I saw this in my inbox and got like a happy attack because like :( ty. Thats literally so sweet :( I will be doing both of the boys! Because as much as I am pushing my 'fill Tumblr with Makoto fics' crusade, Akihiko was my first love (p3p was crazy). I assume this is more a dot pointy request rather than a story like request? I am so sorry if you meant the latter 😭 either way, I hope you enjoy and WOW this authors note is long <3

Akihiko Sanada

- Ohhhh.....his little fangirls *despise* you.

- Not only because you're all personal with THE Akihiko

- But because to them, you're *disrespecting* him.

- Your teasing, your advances and your initiative kisses were absolutely vile.

- Akihiko though, he loves your affections...when...well, when he gets the memo.

- We all know he's the king of missing social cues.

- But when you throw a confident: "Hey Aki... Looking good!"

- It's a two way street.

- A) He absolutely does not recognise your intent was to flirt with him and thinks you're hyping up like Junpei would or something (he's stupid)

- B) Awkwardly standing there and cartoonishly rubbing his head as he awkwardly laughs and stutters. (he's stupid)

- He IS blushing. You make him blush really easily, actually. It starts from his neck and quickly creeps up, turning his whole face a sheen of pink. His ears are redddd though...

- After a moment of his brain making the windows reboot sound, he throws out the most DISMEMBERED ATROCIOUS NONSENSICAL SENTENCE YOU WILL EVER HEAR IN YOUR *LIFE*

- "h-haha girl...you...you...you're more...more even...even..?..."

- you literally have to shush him (affectionately)

- If you're feeling particularly malicious ..

-You'd reach up and wrap your fingers around his collar, pulling him towards you, mere inches from your lips. After a moment, you'd give him a sweet, tender kiss.

- You'd think he'd have some fight in him, quite literally being a boxer

- but it's not like he doesn't like when you're assertive....

- If anything, it's a reminder you really do love him. That you do want him. That you're not superficial, something he deals with literally everyday.

- He loves you, so so much and will probably randomly blurt it out at the most inopportune moment.

- Most likely when you're at hagakure together <3

Makoto Yuki/Minato Arisato

- He is incredibly perceptive, absolutely unlike Akihiko

- He'll pick up on every glance from across the room, every underlying meaning of the things you say.

- Should you try, your little attempts to embarass him will always be fruitless

- He will literally respond with a blank face and say "That'a cute."

- If instead you're assertive when it comes to physical affection, he won't say it (nor show it), but...he absolutely melts for it.

- Absolutely so stupid, butterfles in his stomach, weak knees for it.

- Running up to hug him once he comes back to the dorm.

- Initiating kisses, hugs from behind, reaching for his hand while you walk to school- you name it.

- He'll always be calm about it, and half of the time you're just trying to elicit a reaction from him

- "Try as you might, you know my charms work on you." You'd joke.

- "The only chance you have is if you use Marin Karin..." You tried not to laugh. You laughed anyways.

- Trying to be smug with Makoto was an uphill battle, but it was so, so fun

- And it probably just ended up with you two laughing.

- You were always proud of that fact, actually.

- No-one makes him laugh...except you, apparently.

-He needs someone strong spoken and assertive like yourself, because you're his perfect counterbalance.

-Overall, while being smug and assertive with him is pretty much ineffective, it does indicate your interest, and maybe, could even create a medium for flirting to occur...

#And one great big cheer to my first request!! thanks again!! 💗 #Dulci's asks! ˚⋅ 🎀. ೃ༄ #makoto yuki x reader #akihiko x reader #akihiko sanada x reader #minato arisato x reader #p3 protagonist x reader #p3 x reader #persona 3 reload #persona 3

[takadokii]

✴ extra: 2:47 !! ‧₊.࿐

summary Gojo likes speaking to you late at night and smalltalking you to sleep so he can finally mutter the words he really wants to get off his chest. The ones he's far too afraid to say when you're awake. pairing high school!gojo satoru x f!reader tags gojo is annoying (canon.....)warnings little bit of childhood gojo angst word count 1.3k links collection ; taglist

this is an additional chapter of my series "caught in the middle", if you enjoyed this, consider checking it out! 🩵

At first, you confuse the blaring noise with the sound of your alarm, so in a weird way, you're almost relieved when your left eye opens a little to discover the moon is still up, shining through the cracks in your blinds. It was practically full tonight, you note, so close one could confuse it for being full already.

You grin at the thought of having a few more hours of sleep before getting up. That is if, whoever decided to call you at this ungodly hour would make it quick.

You were hoping for a spam call or a wrong number, but when the name Gojo glared back at you, your hope for some rest evaporated in front of your squinting eyes.

"What?"

"Wooow, is that a way to say good morning to your best friend, hmm?"

"It's not morning, nor is it good."

"You didn't deny I was your best friend, though."

You sigh. Placing the phone next to your head, you let yourself fall back into the pillow. It was now slightly colder, something that eased your misery.

"I'm so telling Shoko!"

"Did you need something, Gojo?" You try to get back on topic, knowing that was close to impossible considering it's Gojo. There's a raspiness in your voice that Satoru's lacked, telling you he must have been up these past few hours.

"No, just wanted someone to talk to, and Suguru still has my number blocked!" 

"... that's an excellent idea, actually."

"You wouldn't! Don't even pretend," he smiles. The smugness in his voice would have annoyed you if you were more awake.

"So, how was your day?" He finally speaks, and you can hear his smile.

"Was okay, work was boring, but I didn't have to do much cuz Aki was there."

"Aki…? " You heard him mumble under his breath, deep in thought, "Ahh, I remember! That little brown-haired guy with the big fat crush on you!"

You make a noise of agreement.

"What's up with him? He still into you?"

"Mmm, I dunno, maybe. But more importantly! Today, this guy came in and offered me 3000 yen if I would go and eat with him!"

"No way, that's not enough," Satoru scoffed in disbelief.

"It's really not! And He was like three times my age or something. It was really gross."

The two of you are silent for a little. Satoru doesn't mind. He even thinks you've fallen asleep for a second there. He's sitting by the windowsill, it's not cold underneath his skin, and his bear back against the wall felt as though they were the same temperature. He lets himself get lost in the thoughts of how warm your hands were in comparison, how everything about you radiated a warmth he could never really produce on his own. He longed for it, both to be warm and to feel yours.

The thought that you would probably flinch away at his cold touch made him frown, and he wondered if that was the only reason. Hoped that if his hands were just a little warmer, there would be a content smile on your face instead, and you'd simply squeeze it back.

"How was your day?" You finally ask in return.

His head snaps towards his phone screen, he got so lost in his thoughts he forgot you were still there.

"Good. I've been thinking about your book and... what I said about it. I thought maybe I should give it a try," Satoru smiles, "so I can properly make fun of it, of course."

You hum, "Didn't know you could read."

He ignores your comment.

"But you have to lend me your copy. I'm too embarrassed to have that in my purchase history."

You huff in disbelief. 

"I'm sure you've got worse things in there. Remember when Shoko found your-"

"Okaaay , enough!" he interrupts, raising his voice just enough to cut you off. The little giggle he can hear along with the rustling of your sheets brings a grin to his face nonetheless.

"So that's why you called me? To have small talk and cadge my romance novels?"

The question makes him frown, and he dislikes the thought that you'd assume he'd need a reason to call you in the first place.

He wonders if Suguru sometimes calls you just because, if you fall asleep on the phone together or send each other little updates on your days. He wonders if you would have answered with a more lively tone and quicker if it was his best friend.

He counted five rings when he called.

"I guess…" he begins, but you accept this as an answer already, unaware Satoru was playing with the drawstring of his pants, trying his hardest to mutter the words burning on the tip of his tongue.

"I guess I just missed you," he finally breaths.

He's met with silence and hates it, tapping a rhythm against the window to break it.

"Did you hear me?" He whispers, embarrassment and disappointment washing over him.

You don't respond.

He counts about 3 minutes to conclude you've fallen asleep again, and it's confirmed when he can hear your soft breathing through the phone.

Tiptoeing towards his mattress, he lays down, puts the phone on his pillow and scoots over a little. He doesn't bother putting the blanket over his body, knowing it wouldn't make a difference. He assumes this is how you must be lying right now, and he imagines turning his head, closing his phone and finding you lying there.

Warm and breathing, softly.

"To be honest… I've been having this dream about you lately, and..." Satoru waits, in case you woke up again, in case you were pretending to sleep or actually on the toilet without telling him earlier.

He waits for just about five rings.

"I'm kinda scared I'll have that dream again... I've never really had that, you know."

It must be the almost full moon that makes him so melancholic tonight as he reflects on his life thus far. The empty apartment he stayed in during holidays, big enough for a family of three generations, the one his father had dismissively given him the key to. 

Occupied just by Satoru, the house was cold, even during the summer. It was quiet most of the time, simply lacking the warmth of being lived in, of people. 

He remembered back in middle school, playing tennis for a year and hockey for two after that. He remembers walking home from tournaments, his racket or helmet tossed in the trash on the way somewhere to make space for a trophy he was hoping to hide, putting them at the bottom of his drawer as soon as he entered his room. He'd announce he quit the club on the dinner table and it was met with a hum or silence.

During all this, he remembers training with his mother every evening and with his trainer every morning and noon. He remembers wearing his best clothes on the weekends and sitting beside his aunts as they gushed about their nephew.

"The future head of the Gojo clan." 

He had heard this phrase in a million tones, in a million ways, from a million people.

Laced into their tone was often malice, jealousy, pity and occasionally pride.

"I've never really…" he starts, and he suddenly feels like crying. He remembers a conversation with you long ago, which makes the feeling in his chest even heavier. "... had something to dream about."

His next breaths are shaky, and he's surprised by the sound of them. 

He wonders if you can hear it through the phone.

He stays like that, lying on his back, hand on his chest as he listens to the pounding of his heart matching his uneven breathing.

"Anyway... It's late," he looks at the clock on his nightstand: 3.07, next to it is a picture of the four of you in your first year, Shoko's face pressed against yours, you're smiling brightly one arm around her and the other around Suguru, who holds back a grin as he looks at you. Satoru is standing next to him, arm on his shoulder, eyes closed.

"Too late, maybe," he chuckles drily.

"Goodnight," he whispers, before a bittersweet smile dares to form on his lips, "dream of me too, okay?"

He hangs up before you can answer.

thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoy! If you're interested in more of this dynamic then please check out "Tales of the Cursed!"

Love, jae 🩵

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[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

How are you doing? I hope you are feeling well.

Is it possible for a teen power or denji like reader? And if you would like maybe the reader also has the same past as denji or power from chainsaw man. You can choose whoever you want to do. I also really enjoy your posts! Thank you! And reminder for you to not overwork yourself. Please take care of yourself and make sure to take breaks. Stay safe :)

I am doing well, thanks for asking. I am glad, that you liked my posts. Enjoy ☺️

Denji! Teen! Reader

Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD Characters x GN! Platonic! Denji! Teen! Reader

Description: There was something strange with Their Guiding Light.

Warning: OOC. Slight-Spoilers to Chainsaw Man (Denji's Past, Fate's of some Characters, Makima mentioned, No Nayuta). English is my second language.

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You put your finished homework in your bag, trying not to damage notebook pages. Your handwriting became better, your reading skills proved and, recently, your math teacher praised for all the progress you have made.

Life became... normal.

As normal as a devil hybrid's life could be. Especially, if said hybrid had to take care of a cat and seven dogs, go to school and safe people from devils at their spare time.

Your fingers brushed against a chainsaw cord.

Pochita... Aki... Power...

Would your life ever be normal again?

If someone asked you if you blamed your father, for what has happened, you would say "I dunno"

If it wasn't for his debt, you won't become Devil Hunter, worked with Yakuza, had your heart fused with Pochita... Won't meet your friends. And Makima...

This situation was complex.

Really complex.

And you didn't want to think about it.

Not now. Maybe, later.

For now, you have some reading exercises.

You stand up and took new Bungou stray dogs manga volume.

With your phone near (to look a meaning of words you don't know), you start reading it.

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🐾Their Guiding Light was really emotional and kind. And each time Guiding Light decided to say something good about them...

"Kunikida is so serious! It's cool and funny at the same time. I wonder if he could help me with math homework." Little Light was practically vibrating, rubbing against Kunikida's cheek.

"I would like to make some bombs with Kajii! Sounds cool!" Little Light was purring, curled on Kajii's head.

"Oh! Fyodor is so smart! I wanna be as smart, as him, one day!" Everyone try to hold back their laughter, looking at Little Light, who were "hugging" Fyodor's face.

🐾 But there was something, that makes them worried. They guessed, that you were a teen. And, for some reason, you have some troubles with reading. You were slow, re-reading some words, and taking your time.

🐾 They were worried, because they were afraid, that Their Guiding Light were bullied because of their reading habits. It was another reason for them to get to the real world faster. To protect you from bullies.

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You were having lunch on a school rooftop. It's not like you can't eat at the school's cafeteria.

But, if Chainsaw Devil Hunter are needed, you need an easy way to get to the battle. Without being noticed.

You were ready to take a first bite of your food, when the school building started to shake.

Another Devil (you really didn't care about what kind of devil it was), was on a run. You put your lunch box down. Time to get to business.

You didn't notice, how your phone screen became white.

You pull the chainsaw's cord and jumped.

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When you returned to the roof, you saw a group of shocked BSD Characters.

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🐾 Yosano checked fifteen minutes, checking your face and arms, making sure, that you weren't hurt. During check-ups, BSD Cast explained everything to you.

🐾 Your life became even stranger.

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🐾 You have a huge family right now. And a protective one.

🐾 When you were moving into the new house, some Devil Hunters (who knew about your Chainsaws) tried to stop them. It took one "F*** off, they are my kid now" from Fukuchi to stop them.

🐾 Chuuya became a second owner for your dogs. Fukuzawa became a second owner of your cat.

🐾 Kunikida and Poe are tutoring you. You wanted to improve your math, writing and reading skills.

🐾 Mori and Yosano will always run a medical check-ups on you, after your transformations.

🐾 Fitzgerald bought every merch with your Devil Form he can find.

🐾 You told Ango, Ranpo and Ayatsuji and Power's last request. They try to help you find a new Incarnation of Blood Devil.

🐾 Kids now attending the same school as you. After you defend them from bullies, they created a fan club of you. Not to Chainsaw Devil Hunter. No, to [Y/N] [L/N].

🐾 Life didn't become less chaotic. But, it became warmer. And more homey.

#self-awarebsd #self-awareau #bungou stray dogs au #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd anime #bsd x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #platonic

[puppyspiral]

putting the fuck in fuck you

hayakawa aki x fem!reader smut

summary: you hate him. you hate him so much that you don't quite mind it when he starts to kiss you.

warnings: hate sex (obv), not beta'd

a/n: this was supposed to be for kinktober but it is now january so 😁 enjoy!

word count: 1526

You aren’t quite sure what happened. Because one moment, Aki was arguing with you in your kitchen on how stupid you were and how you endangered everyone (you hadn’t), and the next you had been pushed into your counter with his lips on yours.

The kiss surprised you, why wouldn’t it? But in some deep and probably fucked-up part of you, it was welcomed. You groaned a little, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

The kiss was deep and passionate, with him biting at your lips in what you’re sure is some sort of disdain for you.

He moaned against your lips, the noise surprising you. He pulled away, panting. “Let me fuck you. Just once. It’s all I’m asking, please.”

Your eyes widened and you looked at his face. He seemed genuine enough, with his face flushed into a pretty pink and his lips parted as if inviting you to another kiss.

“I thought you hated me?” You asked carefully.

“I do. You’re just hot enough that I think the feeling of wanting to fuck you passes that,” He said, and he nipped at your neck.

You flushed, “You’re an asshole.”

“Is that a yes?” He replied, and he placed your chin between his index and his thumb.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Fine. Better be the best fuck of my life, though.”

“I’ll make sure of it,” He said with a soft growl, and he kissed you again.

He pushed you up so that you were sitting on the counter, and his hands were gripping your thighs. “Aki,” You groaned, pulling away from him for a moment.

He tried to lean into you to continue the kiss as you stopped. He huffed a little, and then he kissed your neck. Then he bit the flesh, sucking it, and then licking over the mark he made. You squirmed a little, and you felt heat pool in your stomach, embarrassingly.

“Ah?” He asked, and one of his hands slid from your outer thigh to your inner thigh, and it skirted around your clothed heat.

You groaned, and he hummed a little. His palm placed itself directly onto your cunt, and you tried to grind your hips against him.

“Mm-mm, not yet.” He pulled you off the counter, and you wrapped your legs around his torso, and your arms hugged his neck.

He made you feel weird and like he could pull you apart if he wanted. You felt like you would let him.

“Your bedroom is this door, yeah?” He asked, and you craned your neck to look at the door he had taken you to.

“Yeah,” You replied, and you wanted to kiss him again. He was a really good kisser.

He sat on the bed, and your limbs were still entangled with him. You stepped off of him, and he pressed his head into your stomach, and then he brought your shirt up and untucked it, kissing your stomach.

You sighed gently, and you pulled his hair out of his topknot. He looked up at you, and you thought about the fact that he was so, so, so, so much prettier with his hair down.

You lowered your hands down his torso, and you unzipped his pants. You palmed at his half-hard cock, and he groaned a little.

You smiled, and you pulled his dick out of his boxers. You squatted down, balancing on your toes. You slid his pants all the way down his legs and then stood back up.

You pulled your own pants down, and he groaned looking at you. His hand went up and he slid a finger into your panties, bringing it forward and snapping it back into your skin.

You flinched a little and groaned at the small spurt of pain.

You pulled your panties down, and he ran his hand over your already wet pussy. You groaned and steadied your hands on his shoulders.

He kissed your stomach again, and he licked a small trail down it.

You took his cock into your hand and started to lower yourself onto him. As he entered you, his phone started ringing. You groaned frustratedly, and he leaned down to fish his phone out of his pants which were pooled around his feet.

He answered it, bringing his phone up to his ear. “Ah, Makima. What is it?”

You started to push him all the way inside of you, and he made a surprising and soft moan. You heard Makima’s voice through the phone, “Aki? Is everything okay?”

“Fine, Makima,” He replied as you bottomed out on him.

You wanted so badly to move, to feel his cock slam into you, but the call seemed important. You kissed his cheek, and then pulled his tie down and unbuttoned his shirt. You kissed his neck, and then bit down a little. He exhaled sharply, the noise bordering on a whimper. There was a silence in the call. They had been talking about something to do with the next day’s mission. Thankfully, Makima had said it was something that could wait until the next day because there was no way in hell you would let Aki leave after just doing this to you.

“Sounds good,” He said, and he ended the call.

You sighed, “I thought you would never hang up!”

“Weren’t you the one who was opposed to this in the first place?” He asked, and he placed his hands on your hips.

“Shut up,” You grumbled, and you started to move your hips.

He grunted a little, and his hands tightened.

“Switch,” He said with a groan, moving you so that you were on your back. His tip poked at your entrance, and you ground yourself against him.

“Fuck,” He groaned, and he ran his dick up and down on your folds.

“Aki,” You whined, continuing to rub your heat against him.

He hummed a little, “You’re very impatient.”

“You wanted to fuck me, so do it,” You said, and your hands pulled at his hair.

He huffed a little, and he started to push himself inside of you. You moaned a little, and he seemed pleased with your small reactions.

“Do I feel good?” He asked as he continued to put himself inside of you.

You wanted to tell him no, just to spite him, but the unfortunate truth was that it felt really good. “I guess,” You said breathlessly, and he raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah?” He replied and slammed the rest of his length inside of you, resulting in a small yelp from you.

“I think I warrant a little more than ‘I guess’ from the way you’re acting,” He said cockily, and you wanted to come up with some stupid quip on how he actually sucked, but you were too busy being fucked silly.

You did your best to hold back your moans, knowing how thin your apartment walls were, but Aki, apparently, didn’t care. He would groan and mutter praises and just all around be kind of noisy, but you were also sort of maybe into it.

He placed his hand on your chest and dragged it down your stomach as if just wanting to touch you in a more intimate way than he already was.

“Aki,” You sighed, and you brought your hands up into his hair, pulling him down to you.

“Another kiss?” He murmured but complied nonetheless. You were thinking about how you don’t think you would be able to go without his kisses after this.

It was like his lips were made for yours. You really shouldn’t have been thinking such sappy things right as you were about to cum.

Aki groaned a little, and he bit at your lip. It stung and you yanked at his hair slightly.

He chuckled a little and moaned, his hands finally steadied on your hips as he let himself begin to unravel.

“Aki,” You moaned, and he just nodded his head a little bit, almost as if he were predicting what you wanted to say.

“I’m gonna cum,” He whispered into your ear, and his hands tugged at your hair.

“Me too,” You crooned, arms wrapping around his neck.

He kissed your neck and then moved to a sharper bite, and you gasped a little.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” He muttered, his grip tightening on your waist.

“Pull out, pull out, pull out!” You exclaimed, and your breathing grew more labored as you came.

You felt his seed splatter all over your stomach, and you breathed out a sigh of satisfaction as you felt yourself come.

He groaned, and he kissed your neck again. “That was good. We should get back to work.”

You chuckled a little, sitting up. “You’re gonna make me clean up by myself?”

He rolled his eyes. “Are you that much of a fucking princess that you need someone to help you clean up?”

“Asshole,” You said, and you shoved him away from you.

“Sorry, sorry. I’ll help you,” He said, and he slid his hand under your chin, and he placed a surprisingly soft kiss on your lips. “Where’s your bathroom?” He asked when he pulled away.

#my writing #aki hayakawa #aki hayakawa x reader #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #hayakawa aki #hayakawa aki x reader #aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader smut #hayakawa x reader smut #aki x reader smut #csm #csm smut

[stopdyingnow]

𝙃𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝘼𝙠𝙞 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘚𝘧𝘸, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴. 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳- ^^

Aki notices when you’re unwell, physically or mentally. He noticed you be more tired than usual this morning, struggling just to get up. Feeling weak. He walked over to you, concerned. As he then pressed a hand to your head, feeling your temperature. The moment he felt it, he knew you had a fever. Also judging by the way you sniffled and had stuffy nose, it was clear you had a cold.

He ushers you to stay home, and to not go out. Ushering you back into bed to let you rest. “You should stay home since you’re sick, don’t push yourself.” He says, as he rubs your forehead affectionately. Feeling the warmth of your head when he looks at you with an empathetic expression.

He puts a blanket over you, constantly telling you to stay warm and to take care of yourself. “You should really take care of yourself better…Put on a jacket next time it rains. I don’t want you getting sick or feeling unwell.” Sweetest man’s ever. He doesn’t get grossed out by any of the “nasty” parts of being sick. He understands it’s human nature, and that it’s natural. So he knows not to be rude by saying derogatory stuff when you sweat or blow your nose. He’s willing to hold your hair back if you throw up. Sweaty sheets? He’ll change it. Need a warm bath but too weak to walk? Hell carry you. Very understanding and is never rude when you’re unwell. Extremely empathetic and overall very understanding.

He would sit by your bed and cut you some apples as you lay there recovering. He knows the variety of stuff you can eat is extremely limited when you're ill, you can't have any good snacks such as popcorn, or any desserts either. So he'll make you some apple bunnies to cheer you up. He'll also get you the good junk foods you like once you're better.

He’d chat with you, telling you some stuff about life, or asking about yours. And maybe even read you a book if you ask. He would also make you soup or whatever can help you during your time of feeling unwell, making stuff that even tastes good while sick- man’s is an amazing cook. Bro can probably quit devil hunting and just become a chef-

Always makes sure you take your medicine at the right time. Never once misses a time. Either that or extremely little times he has missed on giving you your medicine. Supposed to take another spoon at 3:30? He sets an alarm and doesn’t forget. Next spoon at 6:30? Same thing. Sets an alarm and doesn’t miss. Very responsible, and if you say it tastes gross he’ll make you something nice but healthy afterwards as a reward- ^^ He probably wouldn’t sleep directly touching you due to him not wanting to catch your sickness, because he’s still a devil hunter that has to stay well afterall. If you and him know each other for a bit but a long enough time he’ll most likely set a mattress next to the bed you sleep in so he can still sit next to you. Sometimes caressing your hand if it hangs down. However if you and him know each other for a very long time, or are in a very healthy official relationship I think he might sleep next to you. Not directly touching you due to the reasons stated but he’ll watch over you. Making sure your breathing is good, and making sure to have cough drops or tissues by the bedside in case you need it. And despite you being sick, he’ll still press a kiss to your forehead in affection at times.

Overall, he’s very loving and affectionate. Very sweet. And wouldn’t be rude or make you feel gross if you’re sick, which reflects off of his kind personality that goes along with it. He loves you, sick or not. And he would never say “ew” or be grossed out. He’ll make you your favorite desert, or take you out once you’re better as a reward. ^^

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘐'𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬- 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘈𝘬𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘴. =)

#chainsaw man #csm #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man headcanons #csm headcanons #chainsaw man fanfic #csm fanfic #aki #aki hayakawa #hayakawa aki #aki headcanons #aki hayakawa headcanons #hayakawa aki headcanons #aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #hayakawa aki x reader #aki fluff #aki hayakawa fluff #hayakawa aki fluff #I am sick and dying rn which is why I am making this

[meownotgood]

mags pls elaborate on the aki fucking u better than ur ex plsplsols

oh yeah I was waiting for someone to ask me this...

your relationship with your ex was rocky, to say the least. towards the end of things, it seemed like you could never get along, despite your best efforts to keep things going — you truly wanted to, you truly did care about him, even if you probably shouldn't. but the more you think about it in hindsight, the more you're so glad things are finally over, and the more you've realized how much better aki really is for you.

your ex never put you first. aki has been doing so since you first became friends. your ex didn't care much for how you felt, you'd hardly ever finish when you were together, so much that you'd convinced yourself it was normal. perhaps you were the one to blame. but aki, finally admitting he wants to be more than friends, makes you forget all of that.

aki puts your pleasure before anything else, he'll eat you out for hours if that's what you want when your ex barely did; he'll make you cum for him over and over again, so effortlessly it's damn near a shock to you. you didn't know it could feel so good to have someone truly want you, to be so desired and so loved, your needs his priority. it feels so amazing because aki is in love with you, he has been for so long, and now, he can finally prove it.

he's loved you ever since he met you, he's waited so long for this moment, and he isn't about to let any of it go to waste. aki wants to give you everything you need, he wants to bring you to your peak until you're forgetting about that stupid ex of yours, forgetting his touch and his voice and all the things aki hates so much until aki winds up as all you can remember.

when you collapse underneath him after the fourth time he's made you cum on his fingers, begging for him to fuck you because you've needed this for too long, and you still haven't had enough, aki gives you exactly what you're asking for. and once he's finally inside you, once you're finally his, everything the both of you have wanted coming to a head — aki is your best friend, but he's more than that, maybe you've always wanted him to be more. his hand in yours, a tenderness you aren't used to, when aki finally starts to thrust into you, he isn't planning on stopping until he has you screaming his name.

#thinking about this plenty... veryyyy plentiful...... #aki isn't super talkative about it because he prefers to move on #but while he's fucking you #you definitely get at least one 'did *he* make you feel this good?' out of him #ask mags #aki <3 #aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 14: Body Mods(Could you tell where my head was at when you found me?)

warnings/kinks: body mods, nipple piercings, flashing, kissing, boob/nipple play, mentions of drinking word count: 0.7k pairings: Aki Hayakawa x Fem!Reader teaser: “Oh? What if we see these piercings?” Himeno suggests and you try to wind her down. You’re in a bar after all. taglist: @beneathstarryskies. @loki-love. @witchofcustom. @dreadsuitsamus. @pyrofanatic. @butterflieskeepcominback

At first, you found Aki so insufferable. But the more you got to know him, the more you realized he was like this for specific reasons. He kept himself so well-guarded and tried his best to keep his vulnerabilities secret. So it wasn’t long before the two of you were actually good friends.

What you didn’t realize was that Aki had developed a sort of crush on you.

You two spend your days working together and then coming home to your shared apartment. It wasn’t the most glamorous life, but it was a life you truly enjoyed with Aki. He was now your best friend and someone you could truly count on for whenever things turned out badly.

One night after work, you decide to go to the bar with a few work friends. Of course, Aki is joining all of you. It’s supposed to just be a few drinks between good friends. Then you’d make your way home with Aki holding you up as you stumble down the road to the apartment.

Once at the bar, the drinks start flowing and everyone is having a good time. The conversation goes from mundane things to a sort of game of truth or dare. But mostly just people confessing their craziest experiences. You were really enjoying the banter and things people were saying.

“What about you?” Himeno asks you, leaning in close. You can smell the whiskey on her breath.

You place a finger on your mouth, considering this question. You had a lot of crazy experiences in your life, so you decided to share something a little more intimate about yourself. You take a sip of your drink.

“I have my nipples pierced,” you confess. Himeno chuckles and mutters that she already knew that. “Thinkin’ ‘bout getting my clit next.”

Aki nearly drops his glass of beer when he hears this. He’s always found you so attractive but to know that you have such naughty piercings and want to get more, it excites him like nothing else. Himeno teases him about it, but he’s just shrugging and acting nonchalant.

“Oh? What if we see these piercings?” Himeno suggests and you try to wind her down. You’re in a bar after all.

You gasp when she pulls up your shirt and tugs your bra down your chest. Everyone gets a good eyeful of the cute playboy bunny piercings that adorn your perky nipples. Aki has to look away as this has his cock rock hard instantly.

This is something he thinks about for days before he finally decides to make his move. He knows he can’t stay away from you for too long. He wants to play with your piercings so badly.

So one night, he makes his way into your room after you’ve just come out of the shower. You gasp when he pushes the door open. You’re barely wearing anything, just a cute little t-shirt and a cute pair of panties.

“You think you can just hide yourself from me?” Aki asks, approaching you. You blush at his words for they are so sudden.

He pushes you against the wall, his lips crashing down onto yours. You’re so taken aback, you’re not quite sure how to react. But it’s when he starts playing with your nipple piercings through your shirt that you start to feel your arousal growing.

“That’s a good girl,” he mutters against your neck. He doesn’t remember the last time he felt so hard like this.

You grind against him as you kiss him right back. It’s such a passionate kiss, you’re pretty much drooling as his tongue rolls against yours. Your fingers tangle in his hair, removing his hair from the tight hair tie it's usually in. There’s something so electrifying in the air as you make out.

“You thought you could hide this from me?” Aki asks you, pulling your shirt off over your head. Your nipples are now on full display.

You smirk at him, “Didn’t take you for a boob man,”

He begins to pull on them, eliciting the cutest moans from you. Ever since you had your nipples pierced, they’ve been even more sensitive than before. He continues to tug and twist your nipples, all while kissing you like his life depends on it.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me,” He says before pushing you onto the bed. “Why don’t we find out together?”

#bacon.writes #aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa x y/n #aki hayakawa x you #aki hayakawa smut #chainsaw man #chainsaw man smut #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man aki #chainsaw man aki x reader #kinktober 2023

[threadbaresweater]

LINNNN pokes fingers together how about aki and #29 vibrates

Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

Aki thinks you're beautiful, but he'd never tell you so. He couldn't bear the thought of you any closer to him than you are now, seated just out of arm's reach, chatting with a friend over a shared meal. He's embarrassed of how many times he's imagined kissing you, how soft your lips must be, how delicate your tongue would feel if he happened to press a little harder and cup your cheek in his palm.

He's always kept himself at a distance. It's the safest option for him, for you. You don't know about his contract, and he doesn't want to explain. So he puts on an air of indifference around you, careful not to show any sort of interest so you don't get the wrong idea.

But...it wouldn't be the wrong idea. It's an idea so right, so perfect, one he doesn't deserve because he knows he'll be gone in a couple of years anyway. He couldn't put you through that.

What he doesn't know is that you spend just as much time thinking about him, too. You like him, but you're pretty sure he doesn't care for you one bit. And so it goes, you never admit it to each other. You sneak glances at him when you think he isn't looking. You wonder how his fingers might feel threaded with yours. And this goes on for a while. Weeks of a certain kind of agony that eats away at both of you until your mutual friend finally breaks the ice.

"You gonna tell him?"

You sputter into your drink. Your friend laughs at your expense. "Tell who what?"

"Come on. It's obvious to everyone in the room."

You glare at her, but dare a glance at Aki, who immediately looks away.

Oh.

Maybe you should tell him.

So you straighten your spine, finish your drink, and decide to make something happen. What, exactly, you aren't so sure. You just know that the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife, and if you don't do something soon, you'll burst.

"Aki, hi."

"You alright?"

You're a little drunk if you're bring honest with yourself, but it's ramped up your courage. You watch his mouth when he speaks, how his lips form around each syllable. "I'm good, yeah. How are you?"

He, too, watches your mouth. The pink slip of your tongue between a flash of white teeth, the way your bottom lip looks plush and shiny and waiting (begging) to be kissed. "Fine. I, uh, you look nice."

"So do you." He's not dressed in anything out of the ordinary, but he's wearing his hair down tonight. He looks softer, you think. You can almost taste the mint on his breath. You're vaguely aware of two of his fingers curling around your own. You see his eyes, the slope of his nose, the faint curve of his cupid's bow.

He bends slightly, and it's a featherlight brush of his lips against yours. You didn't want to kiss him, you just wanted to say hi, hello, I really like you, I think you're wonderful, please hold my hand. But here you are, and there he is. Neither of you move or do anything besides a subtle squeeze of your hands.

Aki thinks your lips are even softer than they look. He wishes he would have said something more intelligent, but it's too late now, and you don't seem to mind because you press a little harder against him and taste the peppermint on his tongue.

#aki hayakawa x reader #flinging this and running off #this was written in like 4 different micro-sessions and I'm not sure what it is BUT I HOPE IT'S GOOD

[satubby]

Hello! How are you? if you still place orders I hope you can attend to mine. I confess that your male Makima writings drive me crazy, so if you don't mind, here I have another request for you and I hope it's not wierd. Could you make a scenario that the reader moved away from everyone for a while and stayed out of everyone's sight, and after a few months she returns and they find out that he had a daughter? (Makime is the father) and he finds out that the girl is his daughter? I hope my request doesn't bother you and I really wish you could attend to it. I hope you have a good day and stay healthy!

[Hello sweetie! Thanks for entrusting me with these requests, sorry to keep you waiting but I took my months off and started working, that's why I didn't answer my inbox. Here you go, it's like a little One shot/scenario].

You find yourself in the bathroom, bent over the toilet as waves of nausea seem to drag your consciousness down. The bitter taste in your mouth and the rapid beating of your heart take you back to the murky memory of your encounter with Makime at the bar. Although days have passed since then, the images are still tattooed in your mind, like fresh scars that refuse to fade.

"Why, no, this can't be happening to me? Fuck," you mutter between sobs, feeling a lump in your throat as tears begin to mix with the sensation of vomiting. A sarcastic joke about the irony of life crosses your mind, a kind of bitter self-reflection that only you can understand.

The muffled voices of your friends reach you from the other side of the door, but you barely manage to pay attention to them. Aki, Denji and Powa try to be supportive, but the sense of isolation is stronger than ever. Makime's cold presence, clinging to your thoughts like a shadow, plunges you into a spiral of self-loathing and despair. So much effort you put into getting away from him, but it only seems to motivate him to stalk.

"Hey, is everything okay? You've been in the bathroom for half an hour and Powa keeps nagging me about coming in….. (Y/N), you know I'm worried about you," Aki asks with genuine concern in his voice. You can feel her palpable anxiety, as if she shares your torments in the distance. His words offer you a glimmer of clarity amidst the darkness, but they also make you feel even more vulnerable and pathetic. You don't think you're brave enough to face them, not after your betrayal, or at least you feel that way.

"No, I'm… fine, ugh," you say in a halting voice, fighting the lump in your throat as your tears mix with the cold sweat on your face. You clutch the toilet tightly, reality becoming a blur as another access of vomit shakes you. In the midst of this painful moment, memories of Makime reclaiming what shouldn't have been hers, assault you cruelly, causing your tears to fall silently as you once again feel stripped of your self-control and power over your actions, you feel dirty and disgusted… Sleeping with the demon, giving in to his dirty, sin-filled words. That you cannot forgive yourself.

Carefully and shaky-legged, you pull yourself away from the toilet, the cold of the bathroom clinging to your damp skin from the sweat of overexertion. You stand up, but your body feels weak, as if nausea has stolen all your energy. You look in the mirror, your reflection seems strange, almost unrecognizable, or was it the tears from so much crying? Your face is pale, with the traces of tears and effort marked on it. You stare at yourself, lost in thought as doubts and fears gather like stormy clouds.

What will your friends say when they realize what is happening? You know deep down, how disappointed they would be or maybe you always jump to conclusions without asking first. You haven't had your period for weeks, so you know the only reason for it could be… pregnancy. But you didn't want this child, as guilty as you feel, you also didn't want to be a murderer of your own unwanted child. Maybe… Should you hide this unexpected pregnancy or make a more radical decision? The thought of hiding it or even aborting it haunts you, but you know you can't help but think about it.

Your mind wanders down the dark alleys of your fears-how will Makime react if he finds out? The very thought of his cold stare and cutting words makes you shudder or worse, to see his look filled with mocking satisfaction at your defeat carrying his child inside. And then there is the damage you could cause yourself if you decide to abort, both physically and emotionally, you don't think you are capable of enduring those horrors, but you know well that in this universe full of maniacs, blood is the daily bread… That's why you hated Makime, that bastard who would destroy the dreams of others and especially Denji.

But apparently now it's more fun to annoy you, to threaten to kill them… You don't even understand what's so attractive about you that the greatest enemy in this world would notice you.

But your thoughts are interrupted when, in a nervous gesture, you bite into your own flesh. The momentary pain jolts you out of your mental spiral, and that's when you really look at your reflection. Your face is blotchy, a mixture of tears and sweat, and your expression is a chaos of despair and confusion.

The truth hits you hard: you feel caught in a whirlwind of emotions, with no clear path to follow. You realize that every decision you make will carry with it dark and heartbreaking consequences. And as you keep looking at your own reflection, you feel the crushing sensation that you are trapped in a game you didn't ask to be a part of, even though you are aware of your actions that also led you to this… You thought you could handle it by taking this job, but you are not sure at this point.

You sigh with exhaustion, a mixture of physical and mental exhaustion. You ruffle your messy hair with your hands, as if trying to push the shadows out of your mind, even though you know that's impossible. The decision to take a bath seems like a respite in the midst of the emotional storm that engulfs you. Stripping off your clothes is a mechanical act, as if you want to free yourself from the worries that oppress you, free yourself from this feeling of lustful filth even though it has been weeks since… Your first time in this body, stolen and swallowed by the devil of control.

The warm water from the shower falls on you, enveloping you in a comforting embrace. You close your eyes and let your thoughts be swept away by the stream. Slowly, you feel the mist of steam and the sound of water fill your senses, muffling the tumultuous voices in your mind.

Unnoticed, time passes in the blink of an eye, and you find peace in the simple action of feeling the water run over your skin, as if those drops of water are washing you clean of your sins. But when you finally turn off the water and step out of the shower, the thoughts return with renewed force, like angry waves lapping against the shore.

Maybe it's the monotony in your gaze or the fact that you're in such a mess between thoughts that you finally realize you're in your room, sitting up in bed. You stare into the void, your eyes swollen and your fingers hurt by the anxiety you have failed to control by biting your nails hard. Moments of relief dissolve into the raw and painful reality you face. Your mind turns again to Makime, her twisted personality or her unpredictable actions that make you so uncomfortable, you don't want to accept it, but a part of you enjoys it.

You try to map out a plan in your head, but every possibility seems to carry with it an abyss of consequences. would Makime ignore your situation? Fuck that's such a stupid thought, knowing him you know he wouldn't, always looking at you like he's the hunter and maybe he is. Could he force you to go through with this pregnancy you don't want? Your throat tightens with fear and uncertainty, a feeling you can't choke down.

You bite the end of the towel wrapped around your head, as if it might somehow take away the stress of the dark thoughts that crowd in. You keep looking for a way out, a spark of hope in the midst of this overwhelming anxiety that invades you, you have always been like this, insecure though trying.

The sound of the door being slammed abruptly breaks the silence of the room, snapping you out of your jumbled thoughts. Powa, with his thunderous energy and imperative attitude, bursts into the room like a flurry of chaos. He informs you, in his characteristic shouting tone, that Aki has already served dinner and everyone is waiting for you at the table. Though with your fog of thoughts carried away from the questions, you barely give a nod with your eyes lost in nothingness.

His words ring in your ears as you look up, meeting Powa's rambunctious figure. The blood possessed one seems more playful and noisy than ever, ready to drag you away from the pensive trance you were in. It moves into your field of vision crouching down to you, doing its best to get your attention and pull you out of that darkness.

"Looks like someone got lost in your world again," Powa comments, a hint of mockery in his voice as he smiles, showing those shark teeth that seem to be his trademark. His words sound like an invitation to leave your worries behind and join the present.

His defiant smile and mischievous child's attitude wrench a response from you. You come out of your trance, your face lights up with a nervous smile, aware that Powa might notice your worries, which you don't want him to, so you smile at him trying to draw his attention away from you. You hope that this momentary distraction will keep the rambunctious demon away and offer you a respite from the emotional storm in which you find yourself mired.

You leave the guest room that Aki had lent you, you didn't want to think about Rintarou either, what would you say to him? You don't think you're capable of anything. Your eyes fall on the trio of men occupying the kitchen. Aki is concentrating on cooking with his usual grace, while Denji and Powa argue animatedly over the vegetables that none of them seem willing to eat.

As you watch the scene, a momentary relief washes over you. The comfort of being with them, even in the midst of your anxieties, makes you feel that perhaps you can find temporary refuge… But you know the fate that awaits the three of them, it only makes you feel worse about your apparent betrayal. However, the fear of breaking that tranquility persists, holding you back in your intentions to share your worries.

Denji stops fighting with Powa and fixed his eyes at you, greeting you with an enthusiastic "Good morning, (Y/N)!" Your smile forms automatically, as if his greeting manages to momentarily dispel your gloomy thoughts.

You gather at the table, sharing your meal and chatting naturally. Aki, always attentive, asks you if everything is all right. You nod silently, not wanting to delve into your own internal struggles, not whether you wanted to bring back those horrible memories of Makime violating your privacy or this pregnancy of yours. Denji, with his characteristic intuition, comments that you seem quieter than usual, which he finds strange since you are usually the more playful one in these situations.

You stop eating for a moment, laughing nervously at his observation. "Really? S-sorry, I didn't notice," you reply trying to deflect, knowing that you don't want your world of worries to overshadow the moment you share with them.

Again, like a blur, everyone is already dressed in their uniforms, including you. You leave the apartment ready to face the day. You walk with the trio to work, your finger finds its way into your mouth, biting it anxiously once again. You wonder if the bulge in your belly will be noticeable after several months, if the stares of those around you will discover your secret. Makime is a constant weight in your thoughts, wondering what he will say once he sets eyes on you.

Every time you meet, you always feel vulnerable and nervous no matter how much you want to cover up that feeling.

As you move forward with your friends, you feel a mixture of nervousness, disgust and fear. But again, you swallow all your feelings.

The quartet advances towards the public security offices, each step you take carrying with it a load of nervousness that is reflected in your finger, which keeps getting bitten until it bleeds. The thought of facing Makime in the office torments you, and your mind races to what might happen if the devil control detects your nerves which you don't try very hard to conceal either.

The offices lie before you, and you feel as if each step brings you a little closer to the abyss of your worries. You know that when they work, they need to request the file of the next mission from Makime, and the mere idea of crossing words with him fills you with those thoughts. What will he say if he finds out about your pregnancy? You always come back to that question and fear his dirty words as possessive attached to the weight of his penetrating gaze.

Finally, you find yourself alongside the trio as they enter the offices. Aki leads the way, and you stay behind him, almost as if afraid to cross the threshold of the door. You can feel Makime's eyes on you, like needles piercing your skin. But for now, the red-haired man says nothing, he just listens and dictates the orders for the day.

Your mind clouds with a mixture of fear and resignation, as you try to keep your composure by not letting your worries overpower you. As Aki and the others dive into the discussion, your thoughts turn to Makime, how to deal with this dangerous game of appearances and secrets.

As Aki withdraws, you feel the urge to follow him, as if his presence might offer you a refuge in the midst of this awkward situation. But your plans vanish when Makime intervenes, requesting that everyone leave the office except you. His request causes your nerves to intensify, and you feel a strange sense of vulnerability pressing down on you.

Aki casts you a look of concern and comfort before closing the door behind him. The dull click of the lock adds extra weight to the already tense atmosphere in the room. You find yourself alone with Makime, and discomfort seems to fill every corner.

Makime slowly approaches you, his sly gaze and soft words forming a trap that you feel yourself sinking into. The redhead's closeness only intensifies the tightness in your chest, as if you're trapped in his magnetic orbit until you feel it… your back against his chest. You don't want to look into his predatory eyes.

"It saddens me that you are ignoring me, and I thought you had already accepted me. You know I would never hurt you or do anything you don't want, for example… Your moans that night, so soft and innocent."

His words, though laden with false comfort, only leave you more anxious. Your mind whirls as you try to decipher words with which to attack. You feel the tension in the air, a mixture of fear and obedience that keeps you on edge.

Makime's amused smile triggers a shiver down your spine. You know he can smell your fear, and that only adds to your unease. Suddenly, he takes your nibbled hand in a gesture that seems too intimate, too invasive. He scolds you for your behavior, treating it as a childish prank, as if this whole game is simply that: a game for his own twisted amusement.

"Tch! But what a mess you made… You know I'm not stupid, but we won't ask questions, okay? Let me help you with that."

The feel of his fingers around yours makes you feel trapped, and you realize that you are in a dangerous position when he runs his tongue over your badly moderated wounded fingers.

As his presence dominates the room, your thoughts become increasingly suffocating, as if you are caught in a net from which you do not know how to escape.

Makime advances with sly complacency, his falsely friendly smile is like a hook in the murky water of the situation, as he continues to play with his mouth… Oh! That beautiful, stupid, voracious mouth.

"You don't need to get so uptight, (Y/N)," he murmurs with a softness that contrasts with the storm you feel in his gaze clouded with dark thoughts. "You know I'm always here to listen if you have any problems."

Your eyes roll quickly avoiding looking at him again, desperately trying to divert the conversation away from the dangerous waters. "Oh, it's nothing, Makime. I'm just… a little tired lately," you reply in a shaky voice, aware that every word out of your mouth can be a double-edged sword in this game of yours.

Makime moves even closer, his proximity suffocating. "Tired, huh?" he muses, his tone laden with irony. "It can be overwhelming work being a demon hunter, I won't deny you that. However, you should take it easy, sometimes those emotions can lead you down…deadly…routes."

Your mind races through the possibilities behind the meaning in his words, but before you can articulate a response, he takes the initiative once again. "Haven't you noticed how your fingers are hurt?" he asks with a tone that oscillates between concern and mockery, it is obvious that the question is unnecessary in this situation.

His eyes are riveted on the hand he's still holding, as if he's analyzing every little detail of you, how his saliva is still on your wounds. Fuck how he wants to lick your sweet skin again, that addictive blood.

You stumble over your own words, diverting his attention back to you. "Oh, it's no big deal, I'm just a little nervous from the stress of work. I nibble my fingers without realizing it, sorry," you say, trying to sketch a smile that hides your true feelings. "I wouldn't want to bother you with nonsense like this."

Makime laughs softly, a laugh that makes you feel as if you're caught in a net of his design. "Nonsense, you say. But you know, (Y/N), sometimes things we consider small reveal a lot about us." His eyes sparkle with a mischievous spark as he continues, "We must learn to control ourselves, don't you think?"

You feel caught up in his devious game, a conversation that seems harmless on the surface but carries with it a subtle venom. His every word seems like a carefully crafted trap, and as you struggle to maintain your composure, you realize that you are dancing on the edge of manipulation and deception.

Makime continues his game, like a cat toying with its prey before finally attacking. His piercing eyes search yours, as if he is trying to read every thought that passes through your mind. "Sometimes, it's important to talk about our worries," he comments, his voice soft as the scrape of a sharp knife. "If you have something on your mind, (Y/N), don't hesitate to tell me. I don't want you to feel alone in this."

You feel the weight of his words like an anvil on your chest. You want to speak, desperately want to free yourself from the anguish that surrounds you, but the thought of confiding in Makime, of revealing your intimate thoughts to him, fills you with an almost paralyzing fear. His true intentions are hidden behind that mask of kindness, and you can't help but wonder if this is simply another game on his part. You don't want to be controlled by him, though at this point your lustful side wonders if you could withstand the temptation.

"Thank you, Makime," you reply, trying to remain calm, though your words tremble slightly. "I'll keep that in mind. For now, I'm just… trying to manage my own insecurities."

Makime's sly smile widens slightly, as if he's enjoying your discomfort. "Insecurities, huh? We all have our internal struggles, (Y/N), but you shouldn't be carrying all that weight alone." He takes a step closer, his presence feeling more intimidating than ever, his hand squeezing yours. "Remember, we're on the same team."

Your mind twists with conflicting thoughts, the desire to trust fighting against the fear of falling into his trap. His every word seems like a rope squeezing your throat, a rope that threatens to choke any truth you may be about to reveal. You realize you are in a dangerous game, one where every move can be fatal.

"Ahh! Anyway, I don't want to delay your work. I hope you have a desirable performance this week, don't get distracted yes?" Makime's eyes keep searching for some chink in your armor, looking you in the eye as you struggle to stand your ground, you realize that every word you choose could be the final nail in your own coffin.

"Y-yeah, well I'm out" You could hardly think straight and more so when he ended up kissing the back of your hand.

#yandere x reader #male yandere #art of dubbed gender makima #genderbend #yandere makima #csm x reader #csm makima #yandere headcanons #headconon #anime x y/n #yandere x female reader #yandere x darling #csm denji #csm fandom #chainsaw man #makima x y/n #male makima #Makime is my bitch #my fanfic writing #yandere concept #self insert x canon #demon x reader #anime x reader #Yandere #toxic relationship #possesive love #possessive behavior #obssesive #dom and sub

[metamatar]

need your thoughts on csm and particularly part 1 now that you're caught up

I think my immediate reaction on finishing part 1 was like

loved the art, loved the characters def feel like the story has a lot further to go thematically, only really picked up for me with the reveal of the gun devil

I now think CSM's strength in the early arcs is the patience of the construction of Denji as an everyman resisting the reality that the promised capitalist horizon he imagines is a lie.

now that you can tell the horrible direction my thoughts are going in I will continue under the cut, this is so long oh god. cw: canon typical violence, sexual assault etc.

Initially the repeated invocation of wanting to kiss a girl and eat a good meal as ultimate dreams and Denji being presented as an idiot for it felt like a cheap way for readers to get to root for him in a very Naruto sort of way yk? Poor orphan boy wants a basic life. This is disrupted right from the start ofc, starting with the Himeno's assault and Makima's whole deal. I think this construction becomes more valuable in part 2 when with Nayuta there is a very intentional attempt to construct a family, where the horizon is a normality that includes saving up for college. Nayuta's resistance to some of it becomes more interesting than just jealousy or protection imo.

I think the complications of the "workplace" as it functions for Denji in part 1, living quite literally under Aki's supervision with Power invokes the very familiar team as family stuff under threat. The explicit knowledge of how he has exchanged one debtor for another is v effective especially when they take care of Power. You have him and the readers being forced to confront that purpotedly transactional relationships do not exclude the sort for the simple honesty of care we idealise. And that the care will be weaponised anyway. Aki's abortive attempt to opt out is chef's kiss.

The reveal of the use of the gun devil by nation states might functionally be the first moment Denji is forced to acknowledge the complicated incentives of the Bureau. You get to link the exploitation of people to the more obvious rot in liberal institutions. Part 2 then ratchets this up with the discourses on propaganda and mass participation.

I thought the "Killing of Makima" involving the use of the Bureau insiders led by the old man leaned a little too much on their heroism, vibes wise but I also get why narratively that needs to be done. Which is why Kobeni is so important to me lol. The art and creativity on display at the end of Part 1 was like gorging yourself on one of those early pictures of Paradise. The apartment scene could get read as Makima's personal cruelty but I think it's just making explicit the cruel seductions of modernity etc etc. As a violation of Denji esp. it is almost complete, structurally taking the form of kink and the parody of care after. Mwah.

With that, the reconciliation of Denji's past and present when his past in debt bondage is also constructed with the societal complicity about domestic violence becomes delicious. Nayuta is reborn out of a cannibalism not really done in the service of personal survival and def not out of a commitment to self sacrificing heroism.

I'm excited for Part 2, Asa esp lets you get at some of the same neuroses Denji has as a teenager but from a gendered perspective. Her relationship with Yuko is some of the strongest bit of writing about bullying and justice I have read in a while. I've enjoyed the lead up to Fami and War's apocalypse so far, but their motivations are still a little inscrutable and fallback on devils, wyd? despite their sisterhood. I think Fujimoto's focus seems to be the public discourses around devils in this arc, so thats probably why it feels like that but I'm personally always interested in all of it.

#chainsaw man #meta #asks #idt these are like original thoughts but i actually have no idea where to read meta on these lines so this could be much more sharper #if it was in conversation with other people #oh my god i saw a textpost in the csm tag that went debt is exploitative but inevitable in a functioning society

[prettyboykatsuki]

cw ; gn!reader, injuries, conversations about mortality, age gap (reader is a little older than aki)

"Fuck, Hayakawa - did I piss you off in a past life? Relax a little."

"Shut up," He says, exasperated. Mad really, the first time you've ever seen him so angry "You're such an idiot."

"How is this my fault? I'm just doing my job.''

The lights in Aki's kitchen are low and dark. Power and Denji are asleep in another room, something that you're thankful for. You've got your shirt off, back exposed entirely with hardly anything covering your chest.

Aki is currently nursing a wound on your back, a harsh gash that might need stitches. It's too early to tell, and you hate hospitals. That sterilized scent makes your head spin and you hate the fluorescent light. You weren't expecting to see Aki. You were on the way to where Kishibe and Quanxi were because you knew they wouldn't ask any questions.

And truthfully, you didn't really want Aki to see you like this. He found you though, passed out under a streetlight, and you were half-conscious as you leaned on him. Now you're sitting on a wood stool in his kitchen, a single overhead light making a glow on your back.

And he's pissed about it, because of course he is. You and Aki don't get along like you should. Of the hunters, you only casually hangout around Kishibe and Quanxi and some of the other soft-hearted folks. He's softened too, since Denji and Power came into the mix, but it's hard for you to not shrink back upon seeing him. Once upon a time, you used to be close though. A long time ago, it feels like.

So it's not weird sitting like this, but it is awkward. You suck some air between your teeth as alcohol stings your skin and Aki scoffs at you.

"You get a knife in your back but you can't handle some stinging?"

"Adrenaline is a good friend of mine, Aki."

""It's like you have a death wish." He says, and this time he sounds upset forreal. You don't know what to say to that.

"Once upon a time, you did too, yknow? I know it's different now, which is great but," You sigh, glancing over at him with a sigh "Don't act like you don't get it."

"I don't get you," He admits, and you can't tell if he's being gentle or sarcastic. Maybe both "Everyone knows why I'm here. But what reason do you have to be in public safety?"

You laugh a little.

"You know the way you're talking makes it seem like you care."

"...I just want to know why."

For a minute you remember that Aki is soft-hearted. That he's kind by nature, that he's warm. You feel a little bad for putting him on the spot. You tilt your head back to get a good look at his face, and you're taken back to the minutes you kissed each other on new years. Young and different.

He looks good still. Brighter.

"I wanted to do good. Everybody dies. Not everyone gets a choice. So, if I'm going to die inevitably, I hope it's for something good." You explain, laughing a bit on your own philosophy "I went out doing something that protected someone. To me, that's a good life.'

"You're a saint." He bites, sarcastic. There's a little sincerity laced in it. And you think to yourself that's right, he's always been a little like this. It's the big brother in him, the caretaker. Even when he's annoyed, he's probably trying to look out for you.

You're not the type who can accept it readily. Maybe that's why things never worked out.

"Thanks, Hayakawa. I'll cherish that."

"I'm being sarcastic." He deadpans, placing pressure on the wound. You don't laugh that time.

"Not completely though, right?"

He's silent that. You feel a little bad for making fun of him.

"No. Not completely," He replies, tiredness in his tone "You're not the kind of person who should be working here. That's what I mean."

Oh, there he goes again. Stirring your feelings up. You smile.

"You make me want to kiss you, Aki," You say with a loopy grin. You blame it on the blood loss "And for what its worth, I think you're a good person anyway."

"That so."

"Teenage angst aside," You say. He makes an annoyed expression "I don't think you're a bad kid. It's been a tough life. You didn't know what to do."

"I always knew I was probably too angry."

"Holding onto your feelings in this line of work is tough. It's a miracle you've stayed mostly the same, even though you're soft as a marshmallow now."

"Shut up." You hear him laugh, genuine and barely there.

"I'm saying you're a good person and that you've got more to take care of. Worry about me a little less and about yourself a little more."

"As if I could worry about you any less. You're worse than Power and Denji combined."

"That's harsh, man."

"I'm saying," He breathes out steady, leaning over you so the light is covered by his shadow "You're reckless. And I hate people seeing die. So don't die. At least not in front of me."

"What a funny way of saying I love you, Hayakawa."

"What happened to Aki?"

You grin.

"Sorry, Aki." You grab the hand that's on your back, trembling - locking your fingers to his nervous ones and squeezing tight "I'll try not to die instead. Okay?"

"I'm gonna hold you to it."

"I know. That's so like you."

#aki x reader #writing tag #love having my inbox closed i dont want to be percieved he is simply On My Mind

[deathbxnny]

Hi there! After reading your post about little sister Qiqi request, i wonder how she would be like in CSM So can i request platonic hcs of CSM characters (Denji, Aki, Power, and Makima) x Qiqi like reader.

Context on the reader:

So the reader is the Jiangshi Devil who became a fiend by taking over a 10-12 year old corpse. They are Makima’s assistant and both of them have a relationship that Qiqi and Baizhu have. They aren’t the most liked but they arent the most hated either due to they’re forgetful nature, sure they have their journal to keep track of stuff but it’s a bit annoying. They’re also part of the Tokyo Special Division 4 so that Makima can keep an eye on the team

Also on an unrelated note, what are your thoughts on Jing Yuan’s and Cyno’s VA, Alejandro Saab. I just recently found out he used to voiced a character from my childhood’ so there’s that. I hope your doing well Bxnny, have great day/night!

- Flower Anon 🌸

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A/N: Hello Flower Anon! I love the idea, so thank you for the request! Also I don't know much about that VA, as I only grew up with German/Arabic television/media when I was younger. But from the short clips I've seen of him as a streamer, he looks really cool and funny!<33

Content: Platonic relationships, child devil fiend reader, fluff, kinda unserious in some parts, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Makima

Makima always keeps an eye on you at all times. Mainly because you're always at her side anyways, but also to make sure you don't get yourself in unnecessary trouble. You have a tendency to forget things and she tried helping you with the journal she gave you. But unfortunately, you also sometimes forget that you even have it.

For the most part, your job just included following Makima around and attempting to write down things she told you to. Sometimes, you were also send to secretly spy on people in the division for her, which didn't work out well for obvious reasons.

Makima takes good care of you, all things considered, and doesn't usually send you on any dangerous missions. She ofcourse doesn't care that you're a devil either. She begins to see you as a little sibling eventually, as she always craved the feeling of a family. She might even spoil you, if you've done particularly well lately. She just adores you really.

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》Aki Hayakawa

Aki well... he didn't know what to think of you at first. You were quiet and very forgetful, so you were pretty much harmless. But you were also a devil. A fiend at that. He also had to remind himself constantly that you aren't actually just a harmless child too, which didn't help him form an opinion on you either.

So, in the end, he really just accepts that you simply... exist in the division. He knows you're quite important to Makima and therefore treats you with the necessary respect, but he keeps his distance otherwise. Or well, tries to, as you get lost so often, that he usually has to be the one to find you again. And eventually, that makes him sympathise with you more, as he does feel sorry for you in an odd way.

In the end, he really does feel himself attached to you, as much as he denies it. You're just a kid in his head and it makes him want to protect and help you out. He also gets you some candy or "cocogoat milk" sometimes... whatever that is.

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》Power

Power saw your existence as a challenge, as were quite important to Makima, and constantly asked you to fight her. However, she was left baffled, when you'd just blankly stared at her and asked her who she was. She told you that 5 minutes ago... but she'll gladly just remind you again.

For some reason, you eventually remind her of a cat. She doesn't really know why, but she finds herself patting your head with a determined look and declaring that you won't ever get lost in her divine presence. In other words, you two will just get lost together.

She slacks off of work with you and drags you along, as you never really protest anyways. She later on gets scolded by Aki for 2 hours and then passive-aggressively told to never do that again by Makima. You seem to find Power fun however, as she isn't very serious and doesn't expect anything from you... though she can get tiring fast.

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》Denji

Probably the most chillest person for you to be around. He doesn't mind your forgetfulness and has no expectations of you either. The fact that you're a devil doesn't bother him either. He just sees you as a kid he sometimes has to take care of on Makima's request. With that said, he takes his babysitting job very seriously. Perhaps a little too seriously.

Absolutely nothing is hurting or touching you in his presence and he takes you out for a quick snack run often. He'll try out weird combinations of food with you or take plenty of walks around the city, until he finds something fun to do. And doing something fun with Denji around is pretty easy.

Denji and you become great friends, something that shows through you actually remembering things about him. He becomes one of your favourite devil hunters in the division too, which secretly annoys a certain woman...

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A/N: I hope this was coherent and okay! Thank you again for the request!<33

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[sugarplumxx]

honeysuckle - aki h.

aki hayakawa loves his sister, perhaps a little too much…

cw: dark content, nsfw, incest, mental illness, trauma, gore/accidental self-harm, guilt (aki does bad things and feels bad about it), noncon, grooming/underage assault, so so many other things

aki might be ooc but i really wanted to write this for him &lt;;/3

this has a LOT of triggering potential so interact at your own discretion!

“Aki…taste this!”

Your soft little voice rings out in the meadow as you bound over towards the boy, your hand outstretched with a few small flowers inside. 

“Taste it?” Your brother scrunches up his nose. “What are you talking about, stupid?”

“It tastes like sugar! Here, let me show you.”  

Your small hands pinch the base of one of the blossoms, right at the trumpet, and with a gentle tug of the stamen, you unpeel the flower. 

“Look, there’s the nectar.” A tiny drop hangs on the stamen. “Taste it, Aki, taste it!” He humors you, kneeling to let you place it in his mouth. A light, sweet flavor spreads across his tongue, and he hums.

“Tastes good.” “I got a bunch of them so that Taiyo can try.” He nods, smiling softly, although his stomach curls a little whenever you say his name. It’s stupid, he knows: he shouldn’t be jealous of his sister’s love for his brother. You love both of your brothers, and you love them the same.

Aki doesn’t want to be the same as Taiyo, though. Not in your eyes. He’s not sure what he wants, but it’s not that. 

His throat stings with a bitterness none of your nectar could help with. 

___

“Aki…” you breathe softly, your hands fluttering over his shoulders. “G’morning…” 

“Morning.” He breathes it into your neck, along with a soft kiss. “Slept well?” You nod, smiling gently. You always have that look about you — dazed and happy. You don’t seem to feel much else lately. 

“I dreamt about the meadow…when w-we were little.” “Did you?” He wraps his arms around your waist.

You nod again, melting into his embrace.  

“...dreamt that you and I were picking honeysuckle.”

He chuckles. You and your flowers. 

“Can’t remember w-what it tastes like, though…”

“You can’t? I can.” He remembers, clear as day. Holding your hand in the early summer, the two of you running through the field by your old house. You’d stop and wait for Taiyo, which would make him pout, and then the three of you would skip at your pace to the river. Taiyo would search for shiny rocks and you would pick honeysuckle while Aki read under the shady tree…

“Aki?”

You look up at him with big, wide eyes, innocent and pure.

“A-Am I gonna leave the house today?”

He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear.

“Don’t think so.” Your face doesn’t even fall anymore. “It’s safer for you to stay inside. Especially with my job…” You don’t even know what his job is. You wouldn’t understand if he told you, so you don’t ask. 

“Okay, Aki…” Nothing is sweeter than your blind trust.

___

You hear from a woman in town that honeysuckle tea has healing properties, and immediately set about making it for your brother.

Taiyo has been sick for over two years now. Aki wants to call you stupid: if the doctors can’t help him, there’s no way that your silly tea will. But he holds his tongue because knows you’ll cry if he tells you the truth.

You crush the flowers in the kitchen, humming quietly to yourself. For only being nine, you have an endearing determination that draws Taiyo to you, and he sits beside you, watching intently.

“What are you doing?” “Making you tea. It’ll help you.”

“Really?” He smiles softly. “Thank you.” Once you’ve put the flowers into water, you let it sit for a long time in the fridge. Your parents leave to take Taiyo to his weekly doctor’s appointment, so you and Aki are left alone, something that happens all too often. You sit next to him on the couch, eventually falling asleep on his chest. 

He smiles, stroking your hair softly. Such a small child, so soft and innocent. You are nothing if not blind — blind with hope, with joy, with love. Aki won’t break your heart by telling you that your brother won’t live past Christmas. 

Honeysuckle tea won’t mend the wounds in your hearts after you lose him, and he knows that. 

___

The door swings open, and you immediately stand, putting your little fidget toy down and running over to him. 

“Aki!” He brushes past you, his face set in a hard line. There’s a splatter of blood across his jawline, one that your eyes widen at. You rise up on the balls of your feet, trying to wipe it away.

“You okay, Aki?”

“Stop,” he says softly, pushing you aside again. 

“But you’re bleeding.” “No, I’m not.” “Aki, are you sure—” “Just shut the fuck up!” He shouts, shoving you away from him.

You stumble back, losing your footing and falling onto the floor in front of him. 

“You’re such a stupid, stupid girl, fuck! Can you ever just leave me the fuck alone?!” A soft whimper comes from your lips, and he stops when he sees your wide-eyed gaze, watching him with those adorable eyes.

You’re not even crying. You don’t even look afraid. Just…confused. 

“W-What did I…?” You ask after a little bit. “How…did I get on the floor?”

He lets out a long sigh, his eyes and throat stinging with guilt. “You tripped.” He reaches out a hand to help you up. “You feel okay?” “Mhm.” You nod, nuzzling into his shoulder. “M’fine, Aki.” “I know you are.” His hand trembles as it brushes over your hair. “I love you, sweet girl.” “Love you too…”

Later that evening, you lay on the bed, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. Soft whimpers leave your lips, your eyes big and glassy as they watch the ceiling. 

“Aki…” He licks at the sensitive place between your legs, and you feel soft thrums of pleasure coming from your tightening stomach. With one particularly rough kiss, your mouth falls open and your eyes tear up.

“O-Oh…”

“Look at me, sweet girl.” You try, but you can’t adjust your gaze. It’s like you’re sinking into the bed, into your own body, down and away and disconnecting from everything physical. 

“Hey.” You feel a slap against your thigh, but you don’t even react. “Hey! I said look at me.” “M…m’trying…” your head falls to the side. “I…” You drift off again, feeling yourself start to sink even deeper. There’s nothing for you to worry about though: it’s safe and warm and quiet, nothing but you and your brother and the pleasure he brings your body as he tastes your nectar. 

___

“This is where I live, said the city mouse. And oh, what a big house it was! The city mouse’s family—” “Daddy, daddy! Can we play catch outside?” Your voice is soft, always so hesitant to speak to your parents. 

Zipped into your coat, wrapped in a scarf and mittens, bundled into a beanie, you smile up at your parents excitedly. Your oldest brother stands behind you, a glove in his hands and a scowl on his face.

“Taiyo doesn’t feel well,” your father replies. “Why don’t you two play together, instead?” “He never does,” Aki mumbles. “I don’t remember him ever feeling good.”

“You’re the older brother.” Your mother’s face is all hard lines and tired eyes. “Be good and play with your sister alone.” Aki sighs, his hand on your shoulder. He doesn’t care whether your parents play or not. He just wants to be with you. The only reason that he humored you and came to ask with you was so you wouldn’t cry. 

“I…I wanna play with them.” Taiyo’s voice is soft, looking at the two of you shyly. 

You nod excitedly, bouncing on the balls of your feet. Aki tries not to roll his eyes. He doesn’t want to share you with your brother. His parents, his toys, his life…you’re the only thing in this house that still belongs to him. 

He grits his teeth as he stomps through the snow. It’s blanketed everything outside in a layer of pure, glistening white. Aki’s walking ahead, too fast for Taiyo to keep up, so you bridge the gap by staying in the center. 

“Quit following us,” he says bitterly. 

Taiyo doesn’t say anything, still walking behind you, and you turn to look between the two of them.

“Aki—”

“Ugh, you’re so annoying! I said cut it out!” Without thinking, he launches a handful of snow at his little brother. It hits him in the chest, and the way you gasp and run over to make sure he didn’t hit him too hard makes Aki feel like he’s been hit himself. 

“We’re gonna go play. By. Ourselves.”

Before you can scold him for being horrible, a ball of snow comes flying back at Aki and hits him square in the face.

Without thinking, you burst out laughing, along with Taiyo, and the two of you nearly collapse.

“He got you!” You say, giggling. “Aki!” “Stupid! Both of you are so stupid!” He throws another handful, this time at you, and you scream with glee as you hop in place.

“That was mean!” You shout, still laughing. “I’ll get you back!” He lets out a grunt of protest as your snowball hits him in the side, but you gasp as Taiyo hits you with one in turn.

“Traitor!” You get Aki in the face again, much to your delight, and he eventually gets frustrated and just pushes a handful into your face. You sniffle, brushing it off, and Taiyo pants heavily beside you, his pale hands quivering a little. 

“Hey. If you catch a cold, we’ll get in trouble,” Aki says eventually. 

“Maybe we should play catch instead…” you say softly. “His hands won’t be cold then!” The way your brother’s eyes light up is unlike anything you’ve ever seen since the day he came home from the hospital. It makes your stomach warm and floaty, and you giggle at what Aki says next.

“Go grab a glove from inside. We’ll wait right here, okay?”

“Okay…okay! Don’t go, okay?” “We’ll wait!” You say, calling after your brother. “Should I go with him? Does he know where the gloves are—

The loudest roar you’ve ever heard stops you as a violent, powerful wind blows you over. Aki instinctually grabs for you to keep you from being tossed up into the chaos, but it’s over as quickly as it started — just without your home anymore. 

You don’t register that you’re screaming until your voice stops working.

___

You chop carrots in the kitchen to go atop the salad that you’ll have with dinner tonight. Aki bought garlic bread and you’ve put the pasta on to boil already. You’re glad he trusted you to make dinner, although you’re not sure why he wouldn’t.

Aki can be so distant sometimes. You can’t help but feel like he’s been drifting away from you, like you can’t focus on each other, like he’s been…fuzzy. 

Or maybe it’s just your vision. You’re not sure which, although you know for certain that your dreams have been getting quieter. Softer. Less…just less. The same can be said for life, sometimes—the few and far between days that your brother tells you it’s safe to go outside, the colors seem a little more muted, the voices a little quieter around you. 

It’s too much to think about. You push it out of your mind, starting to feel that pleasant, dull buzzing behind your eyes as your hand comes down over and over, chopping and chopping.

Aki leans back into his chair, slouching on the balcony. A cigarette hangs from his lips as he listens to the sounds of the city, the sun setting beneath the skyline. It’s beautiful, really.

Despite all his stress, he’s glad to have this home. To have you. To have a life together. Despite what the costs may be.

“Aki…” He turns to see you standing in the doorway, smiling softly, raising a hand with three fingers missing. “Dinner’s ready.” 

He freezes with horror at the way the three stubs gush with blood, the flow almost rhythmic and red rivulets pouring down your slim forearm. 

“Fuck!” Aki runs up to you, and you seem confused. He wants to swear again, now is not the time for your zoning out, for you to distance yourself. 

“What happened?” He sits you on the toilet, the seat down and your head leaning against the wall. You whine a little as he presses a towel to staunch the blood flow, but still don’t seem to understand — gazing up at him with a sweet, dopey look in your eyes.

You cut off your own fingers, and you aren’t even scared.

Tears start to pour from his eyes before he can stop himself, and your face falls a little.

“Aki…what’s…wrong?” “I’m so sorry.” He weeps into your hair, his hands shaking. “I’m so, so sorry…” “For what?” You tilt your head, smiling softly. 

“For everything…everything I’ve done.”

___

The first time Aki takes you, the guilt almost stops him.

You tremble when he brushes his hands against your stomach, whimpering a little.

“Tickles, Aki.” “I know. Stay still, okay?” The tiny apartment is nothing special. You’ve been holed up here for two months, courtesy of the government. Two months since you lost everything. 

You cry pretty much every day. It’s practically all that you do.

“Why…why are y-you touching me?” You ask softly. “What are you doing?” “Just…just want to make you feel good. You’ve been so sad lately.” Your lip quivers, and he scoffs. Of course he said the wrong thing, and now you’ll start crying again.

“Come here. Let me kiss you, okay? You’ll feel better.” It’s an idea that makes you hesitate, but you don’t pull away when he leans in, pressing his lips to your softer ones. Your mouth tastes like the peach juice you drank with lunch, sweet like nectar. 

You gasp after he pulls away, looking up at him with those same, big eyes. He kisses your forehead, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

“See?” You nod ever-so-slightly. 

“S’better…but I…I-I’m still…” You start to sniffle again. “M’sorry, I—” “Don’t apologize. Let me still…let me make it better.” His lips attach to your neck, pressing soft but hungry kisses down the side of your neck. His mouth kisses your chest, the parts not covered by your tank top, and travels down to your bare stomach before he looks up at you, his face just above your hips.

Long, lithe fingers hook into your sleep shorts, and you whine as he pulls them down. You poor thing, you’re shaking. He knows how scary this must be, how overwhelmed your brain is, still so raw after all of what you’ve just lost. 

He’s lost nothing. He has all he needs, right here.

One finger dips inside of you, and you let out a long, shaky whimper. 

“Hurts, Aki—” “I know. Just relax.” You have a hard time “relaxing”, your hips bucking and legs twitching as a single digit inside of you fries your brain. He strokes the bony part of your hip, trying to help calm you.

“Just watch me, okay? Just…keep your eyes on me.” You nod, your teeth clamped down on your lip. A poor, sweet little flower ripped from its stem.

The white-hot cry you let out the first time he sinks into you is almost enough to make him stop.

“Aki! S’too m-much…” “I know. Just breathe. Look at me and breathe.” He finishes quickly, too young for true stamina. After he’s done, his sweaty forehead plastered to yours, he pulls away and out as gently as he can.

You collapse back onto the pillows, your small hands going up to cover the flower between your legs, red and irritated and dripping with fluids you don’t understand. Like bruised rose petals that drip with nectar, nectar mixed with the blood of your innocence. 

___

For the first time in three months, Aki allows you to go outside. 

“It’ll be good for you, I think.” He hopes it’ll be good for you. He’s losing you too quickly — whatever is eating away at your brain has been accelerating, and he hopes it’s not too late to try and bring you back, bring his sister back. 

You walk to the nearest bus stop, dressed in a sundress he chose since you say they all look the same. On the bus, his fingers rest on your leg reassuringly, and your eyes flutter closed, head leaning against the window. Your mutilated hand dances over your other knee, your good finger stroking the soft floral fabric beneath it. 

“M’sleepy, Aki.” “I know…just thought it would be fun.”

You smile softly and nod. 

“Thank…thank y-you.” A gentle squeeze of your thigh makes you hum.

You reach the stop rather quickly. Dazed and distant, you follow behind your brother, your hand snug in his as he leads you down the trail. This is the last stop on the bus route — the end of the line, as they say. 

He’s not sure what he’ll do if this can’t bring you back.

The gardens are beautiful at this time of day — half an hour past ten, a warm breeze ruffling your hair and the soft gurgling of the creek that runs through the area. Birds are singing nearby, flowers are in bloom, and it’s mostly empty save for the small children who frolic in the grass and the old couples feeding ducks by the water. 

At the end of the field lies a stone retaining wall, about three feet high. At the top, there are thick tresses of ivy, along with the clusters of the flowers you taught him to identify.

“Ah, here we are.” He sits you down on the wall, smiling gently. You watch him, that same soft look on your face, although confused now as you see him pick some of the blooms.

“What’re you doing, Aki?” “They’re honeysuckle.” “Honey…suckle?” You hum. “That’s a pretty name.” 

“Don’t you remember?” He kneels in front of you, one of the flowers in his hand. “You taught me how to eat them. Can you show me again?” You frown a little, but then giggle, shaking your head.

“Eat them? I don’t…remember. I-I’m sorry.” 

His jaw clenches, and he shakes his head.

“No, no…you have to remember. For me. How do we...how do we get the nectar out?” You shrug, still smiling. 

“Dunno, Aki. Don’t think I’ve ever heard of honeysuckles before.”

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