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extra-v1rgin · 1 year

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Pink in the Night

Denji x Beam · Sfw · 2.3k

Denji needs some practice kissing, Beam is more than willing to help Cw/Tw · Denji/Makima mentioned, Himeno

Denji’s first kiss was anything but special. Though Makima had done her best to console him, the effect didn’t last. Himeno only served to torment him further by insulting his skill in kissing, nevermind the fact that she was the one who had thrown up in his mouth.

So Denji decided that he simply wouldn’t count the experience. The taste of puke would never fully leave his mouth, but he would try his hardest to forget it.

His real first kiss, not an indirect one that tasted like cola chupa-chups, would be shared with Miss Makima. It would be tender and sexy and they’d both be naked probably, because all things were sexier that way.

Himeno’s toungue had been silky and smooth, before it turned into puke. His own lips had fumbled and sharp teeth nipped hers. Denji didn’t know if that was how kisses were supposed to work, but he liked the feeling.

The boy wanted to get better, and there was only one way to do that.

Makima wouldn’t be good practice for kissing… Makima. Somebody else would have to do.

Aki had refused to help Denji practice, face red and angry. Power had yelled at him too, fist thumping against his forehead.

And that was pretty much everyone Denji knew.

The boy hadn’t wanted to ask either of them in the first place. Aki was a guy, which was gross, but he also had had his fair share of experience. Denji had to sit through a lecture afterwards, drowning out Aki’s rambling and harsh words.

Power was Power. Her boobs were small and she was gross and she had promised to kiss Denji, only if he offered his flesh to her.

So Denji threw a fit sitting in his room, and then moved to lie on his bed. If he couldn’t practice kissing anyone then be couldn’t for real kiss anyone.

The best he had managed to do so far was tape one if the hot models from a porno magazine onto his pillow. It worked for awhile, even if the woman was cold and lifeless and her lips were just a shiny piece of paper. It worked until Denji got a little too excited and sliced his hand open with the paper. He was immortal and the cut healed the second he jerked away from the lady, but there was blood soaking into both the magazine and his pillowcase. Aki had beat him over the head for it, grumbling like the man always did, before going to wash everything.

And now Denji’s only source of pleasure was soaked in blood. Aki, the prude that he was, had nothing of the sort (and Denji had in fact checked his room several times).

So Denji was utterly alone.

Mostly alone.

Because Aki had kicked Denji out for the day, frustrated at the boy, so now he busied himself by bumming around outside. Whenever he was outside he was never quite alone because he had a special little shark fiend following him around wherever he went.

Beam wasn’t allowed indoors most places, and Aki had finally put his foot down, demanding that no more devils infiltrated his home. Secretly Denji was happy for it. Beam was clingy and cheerful in a way that made his stomach flutter. The boy was pretty sure it was nausea or something similar.

But now he was sat outside of the apartment complex with Beam clinging to his arm. The fiend was only clad in a pair of swim shorts, as was usual. Despite the chilly air heavy waves of heat stick to Beam’s skin. It’s why Denji tolerates his presence.

The boy wishes he had a cigarette or something to keep him occupied. Smoking a cigarette is kind of the same motion as kissing, he supposes, which is probably how Aki practices. Instead he just lays against the rough brick wall, and squints at the dim sun filtering through the clouds.

“Lord Chainsaw!” Beam seemingly just liked to call his name out from time to time.

“I told you to call me Denji.” He slumped back further, surveying the people walking past them. Most strolled past without a second look, though some glanced a Beam nervously.

“Lord Denji!” The shark pressed up closer to him. His pecs, man boobs basically, pushed against Denji’s arm. The boy himself was pretty muscular, having spent years hunting devils, but Beam was on another level. He had more abs than should be humanly possible, a ladder sculpted on his stomach.

And then they led back up into his pecs again. They were big, and soft when they weren’t being flexed. It really was like feeling a girl’s boobs, which Denji knew because he had groped several. Beam’s face was kind of girlish too. The shark head was weird and jarring, but the human parts were nice looking. He had a sharp jawline, but gentle cheeks that led into full lips. His full lips were pink and pretty, bigger than Makima’s maybe.

Denji was a goddamn genius.

Aki was probably calmed down by now. The man ended up kicking Power and Denji out no less than once a week, but he usually relents after an hour or so of peace.

And Beam might technically not be allowed inside, but the fiend can swim through floors and walls and whatever else he needs too. Denji wasn’t willing to cover for him before, but now he is.

So the two of them sneak back upstairs. Denji apologizes to Aki once more, even though the older man just sighs and waves him off. He rushes back to his room, Beam already sitting on the sheets.

“Lord Denji!” The shark fiend is trying to be quiet, but is still really fucking loud. His face moves over every piece of decor in the room, even if he doesn’t technically have eyes to see with. The skin is tight a smooth, something similar to a snake’s.

Denji moves to sit on his bed, parallel to Beam. Both boys sink into a soft silence, punctuated with heavy breaths from Denji. His own lips are chapped and a little raw from being bit.

It’s a bit weird that Beam is shirtless. The fiend is big, meatier than Denji even if they seem to be a similar age. His hands are running over the bed sheets, petting the soft cotton. A sad thought strikes Denji’s mind, he’s not sure where Beam usually goes whenever they’re not together.

Looking back at the guy’s face he focuses on what’s important now. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

Beam looks ridiculously cheerful. He always does, but Denji doesn’t often look at him in such a direct way. The fiend shakes his head in a quick motion, signifying thar he hasn’t ever kissed anybody before. It gives Denji some relief, to know that he’s not the only one who got a late start in life.

Now it’s the awkward part. Denji will try to explain what he wants. He wants Beam to be a girl, to be Makima. It’s hard to put that into words. This is all just practice for an end goal, and it doesn’t really count.

When his says it out loud, his lips feel clumsy. Denji purposefully omits the part where he’s doing this for Makima specifically. Instead this is just practice for someone, anyone. Which technically isn’t a lie, Denji wants to kiss Makima most of all, but his teenage heart has been dragged in lots of different directions.

And Beam doesn’t really understand. It’s Chainsaw Man’s- Denji, as he says now- word, and his word is gospel. He’s seen movies (because there’s not much to do when he’s not with Denji) where humans kiss. Beam hasn’t seen any movies where boys kiss, but he only pays half-attention to whatever is on screen anyways, it’s likely he just missed it.

There’s not really anyone he wants to kiss, not anyone other than Denji. Denji who sometimes lets Beam brush his arms against the boy. He doesn’t ever seem scared either. Kissing is something soft in movies, or sometimes angry if it happens after a fight. But Beam and Denji would never fight because Beam would never argue in the first place.

Denji wants a soft kiss too. He had explained it so perfectly with pink cheeks and curious eyes. So it’s fine that they’re not fighting or angry because that’s the one thing Beam couldn’t do even if it was asked of him.

They shuffle awkwardly closer. Beam is receptive to everything that Denji does, even if he doesn’t respond in all the right ways. He’s eager, hands immediately moving to trace Denji’s skin.

Neither boy can move closer with criss-crossed knees in the way. Denji thinks carefully, if this were Makima- because that’s the only way this would be real- she’d sit on his lap. The woman had nearly done it before, when she bit his finger. She had leaned over him, thigh pressing down on his.

But Beam is huge. He’s bigger than Denji by the few years that seperate them. The boy still drags Beam onto his lap, even if his legs are already going numb. It’s harder to imagine like this, because Makima is probably the perfect weight, but it’ll do in for now.

The fiend seems excited. His hands move over Denji’s chest and up to his neck, fingers brushing over his pulse point. Beam is salivating slightly, rocking back and forth, squirming while he waits. Once Denji heard that certain kinds of sharks never stop moving, and he wonders if this is like that.

The only thing left to do is lean in and let their lips touch. It’s hard to get the angel perfect, tilting sideways so their noses don’t bump. Beam keeps trying to push closer, so eager that Denji has to hold his face. He’s the one that ultimately moves forward, sealing their lips together.

It feels like Makima for only a brief moment, soft full lips slotting between Denji’s chapped ones, but Beam is excited. His tongue peeks out too, licking Denji’s lips because he hadn’t opened his mouth yet. It’s weird and gross and strangely pleasant.

Beam is still squirming. It’s not erotic humping or any kind of grinding, just a release of excitement. He nearly topples Denji over several times, panting and whining. His sharp teeth peek out to gently prick at the other boy’s lips.

The illusion of Makima is broken. She is careful and calculated. The woman would have moved slowly, teased Denji for a few minutes before even thinking about kissing him. Everything Beam does is the opposite. He’s uncoordinated and messy. Overbearing in a way.

Denji should stop. He could back up and explain again what it is he wants.

But for a brief moment Denji thinks that this is what he wants.

Beam is pressed so close to him, warmth radiating from his body. The shark is everything Makima isn’t in the best of ways, warm and welcoming and authentic. He pulls at Denji’s hair in a frantic sort of way, still slobbering all over his face.

Denji hasn’t tested if he can die by asphyxiation yet. He knows that he’s immortal in many ways, and Beam doesn’t seem eager to pull away anytime soon. Denji isn’t eager too either, if he’s completely honest. The roughness is familiar in a comforting way, the messy movements easier to mimic. His hands dare to roam further, Beam is nearly naked.

His muscles are hard and solid. Broad shoulders are covered in speckled sun spots. The skin is so tan, covered in small wrinkles and weathered down. Beam is the kind of man that should be featured alongside the beautiful women in the magazine Denji ruined earlier that day.

“Denji, D-Denji.” it’s the first time Beam has said his name without any kind of prefix. It’s desperate utterance, full of the adoration Beam always holds towards the boy. His lips are red and slick. Denji barely pulls him closer again when Beam surges forward.

It’s good practice, really good. Both of their tongues slide against the other, smooth and wet. It’s what Himeno’s kiss was, except one thousand times better because there isn’t any taste of vomit. Instead Beam tastes like fish and blood- which should be unappetizing, but isn’t somehow.

And Denji wants to ask for help practicing with other things. Beam is a horrible partner in a lot of ways, just as inexperienced as Denji himself (probably even less so). He’s way more interested and eager than anyone else who has ever interacted with the boy.

Denji is sneaking his hands down to cup Beam’s ass and beg for more, when there’s a loud knock at his door.

He almost shits his pants. Beam doesn’t seem to care at all, dragging his teeth over Denji’s cheek. Denji has to nearly hold him down, slapping a hand over the fiend’s mouth.

There’s another knock, nearly breaking the door down. Aki would never be so disruptive, which means Power is the one harassing him. Denji might kill himself if she walks in on this, because she’ll parade around narrating the scene for everyone else.

“Oi, Ponytail says tis time for dinner!”

Beam is still pressing kisses against Denji’s palm, hands still gripping into his shirt. Food is one of his favorite things in the world, especially Aki’s food because it’s always warm and delicious. There’s almost nothing that can distract him from it except for the fact that he doesn’t really want to stop kissing him.

Practice makes perfect after all.

#Beamji #Beam x Denji #Denji #Beam #chainsaw man #csm #shark fiend #shark devil #Beam csm #ship fic #rarepair #maybe #I think #practice kissing #csm fanfic

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sunny-thoughts-with-atlan · 3 months

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Me thinking thoughts

just like best guy buddies kissin, no homo, yuuji and todo, beam and denji, these have been my fav ships for like the last 2-3 weeks, best shit, just guys bein dudes, one day they're horny, or need to practice kissing, and they go to their buddy, then they realize they maybe like dude butt's/tit's as well, no homo, their wearing socks bro it's fine

#funny #ship thoughts #aoi todo x itadori yuuji #beam x denji #bro x bro

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csmtmra · 8 days

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𝑁𝐸𝐸𝐷 𝑆𝐴𝑉𝐼𝑁𝐺?…

.....incl. denji, aki, power, beam, kobeni

一大 synopsis 概要: csm characters with a doctor reader

DENJI . . .

denji would be acting so silly. he would be grabbing gauze and scalpels from the medical bag you brought, causing you to swat his hand away and him to laugh. he would be poking your face as you wrap and stitch up the huge gash on his arm. ‘can i get the hello kitty band aids?’ he would ask while he kicked his feet and plastered a smile on his face trying to convince you to use them. ‘denj those won’t fit on this wound’, he would pout and go silent until you grabbed one out of his designated band aid box(full of a bunch of childish band aids) and put it on his cheek with a small kiss. ‘thanks doc’

AKI . . .

aki would be quiet. he would sit calmly with a cigarette in his mouth and just watch you patch him up. he wouldn’t look away from you as your gaze meets his in a silent plea for him to be careful, just giving a small smile and finally looking to his lap instead of your eyes. you would pick his face back up and take the cigarette from his mouth and put it out, grabbing an alcohol wipe and rubbing it along the cut on his lip. ‘next time at least aim to get hurt somewhere other than your handsome face..’ ‘pffft’

POWER . . .

she would be on one. pacing around the little room, her blood dropping onto the floor and making a mess everywhere. ‘HOW COULD THINE SELF GET HURT LIKE THIS’ she would yell, throwing her hands up and groaning out about how she ruined her favorite shirt. ‘power sit down.” you would tell her, running around after her like a chicken with its head cut off trying to catch up. only being able to grab onto her by the horns sticking up out of her head and pulling her towards the bed where all of the medical supplies were. ‘SIT POWER’ ‘NOOFO’

BEAM . . .

he’s just happy to be there. he would be overly ticklish and would giggle everytime you brushed your hands or a wipe over his skin. very over dramatic. he would let out an over exaggerated ‘ow!’ everytime you used an alcohol wipe or something sharp on him, resulting in you shaking your head and rolling your eyes at him. ‘hey if you would be more careful i wouldn’t have to do this’ you’d tell him with an attempted pointed look as you started wrapping his arm but failing and laughing, ‘listen lady, i gotta be your big strong boyfriend who beats people up’ ‘beam YOU got beat up’

KOBENI . . .

she would be passing out and hyperventilating. holding onto the walls and dragging herself onto the floor. she would be crying looking at her wounds, and then looking at you for help. ‘HELLP I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DOOO’ she would wail and curl into a ball, making you pry her hands off her knees and lift her shirt to see the wound on her side. you would be laughing at her and practically laying on top of her legs to hold her down so you can give her stitches. ‘DONT FLING THAT BOOK AT ME KO!’

#chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #denji x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #power x reader #beam x reader #kobeni x reader #csm x reader #csm #denji #aki hayakawa #power csm #x reader #csmtmra

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serapphiim · 1 year

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how good i think csm characters would be at eating someone out...

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vexdeta007 · 4 months

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some CSM doodles that I forgot to post^^

⚠️ lil spoilers:3

#art #fanart #anime #sketch #csm #chainsaw man #csm art #artists on tumblr #beam csm #csm denji #fami csm #makima csm #angel devil csm #csm reze #beamji #denji x reze #denji x beam #quick doodle

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denjirv · 1 year

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Denji and Beam threesome? Haha??

Both guys with their pointy teeth biting and nibbling on ur titties… lol… aha wouldn’t that be silly… if they just… 👀 ahha?

-capybara Anon who…

THAT'S SO TRUE

both are eager and both wanna please you in bed, that sounds great but in reality it's much more harder than that,,, both try their best to satisfy you but they're too fast and rough you can't help but cum so many times

They're just as needy as they are eager to please you and oh boy don't forget the cum loads you get outta them-

#chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x you #chainsaw man x y/n #denji x reader #denji smut #beam x reader #beam smut #csm smut

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karoo-o · 1 year

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Haircut (small comic)

#chainsaw man #csm #aki hayakawa #hayakawa aki #angel devil #angel devil csm #akiangel #aki x angel #denji #csm denji #power #csm power #kobeni higashiyama #violence fiend #beam #beam csm #makima #csm makima #Karoo-o art

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lesbianrupaul · 5 months

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Beam forcing Denji to cosplay Link and Sidon for Halloween and idiot Denji and his loser gf ;) 🌀💙

Please credit if going to use for anything! 💗

#digital art #drawing #fanart #artwork #chainsaw man asa mitaka #beam chainsaw man #chainsaw man denji #chainsaw man fanart #chainsaw man #csm asa mitaka #csm denji #csm fanart #csm art #csm #csm beam #asaden #beam x denji

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blueflameart · 1 year

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Part 2 of the csm incorrect quotes

P1 is here

Also ignore the different color dividers

Angel: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword.

Aki: That's why I carry two swords.

Power, at a restaurant: You guys should get the orange soda, it's amazing.

Denji:Okay

Waiter: Can I get you guys anything to drink?

Power: Orange soda, please!

Denji: I'll have the strawberry soda.

aki: Me too, strawberry soda.

Power: 😦

Power: If you had to choose between Person B and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose?

Denji: That depends, how much money are we taking about?

Y/n:denji!

Power: 63 cents.

Denji: I'll take the money.

Y/n: DENJI!!

Aki, talking to Denji on the phone: Did you preheat the oven like I told you to?

Denji: You bet!

Aki: At what temperature?

Denji: 535.

Aki: That's the clock.

Denji:

Aki:

Denji: 536.

Y/n: It’s dark in here

Power: Don’t worry dude I got this

Power: *Stomps their feet*

Power:*Skechers light up*

Power, texting Denji: Denji! Help I’m being kidnapped

Beam: Where are you?

Power: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help.

Denji: I’ll call Beam.

Beam, answering their cell: Y’ello?

Denji: Where’s Power? They texted me that they were being kidnapped.

Beam: Power? Whaddya mean, they're right next to me-

Beam:

Beam: I’ll call you back. *hangs up*

Beam: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD!

Power: WHO ARE YOU?!

Denji: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running?

Beam: Oh, I’m always running

Beam: The question is from what

#chain saw man x reader #chain saw man #denji x reader #denji #power x reader #power #aki x reader #aki hayawaka #angel devil x reader #angel devil #beam x reader #beam

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localityghost · 1 year

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❛ ┊᥀𝐀 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐤𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚┊

Aki Hayakawa X Blackmodel!Reader CW:Denji crushing on Y/N||Angst with comfort||Mentioning and talking about death||Mentions of pregnancy||Reader has a kid

Aki couldn't face reality not when he had a beautiful wife like you especially since you were a top model even when he observed other models nothing could prepare him for the day you asked him out that day you became his personal nurse always scolding him and just being so god damn hot was the least of his worries every time you showed up Denji was ogling at you "M-Ma'am...can I touch your ti-" before he could finish his sentence he was slapped in the face by Hayakawa "We'll be on our way Y/N" and then whenever Beam even got close Aki immediately shooed him away like he was a child it was funny how soft-spoken and shy he was around with you but with Denji and Power he was loud and a total bother like a big brother "Oh- bye Hayakawa!" you waved like you were absolutely oblivious to the effect you had on him especially when you started your Instagram and posted those pretty curves of yours.

"Damn it...why does she have to look like that..." Aki sighed staring down at his phone while his aching cock was in his other he knew jerking off especially beating at your pictures was something he promised not to do but when he scrolled all of a sudden he just lost all sense of morality just from that one pic.

The way your tits sat perfectly in that top of yours...just everything in that picture was too perfect and he loved it...Aki was quick to pump his cock to your tits soft groaning turning into desperate moans for his sweet release as his hips bucked upwards to gain more feeling he even went so far as to hump his pillow thinking it was your soft cunt he didn't even propose to you yet and here he was in a 4 year-relationship and humping his pillow moaning like a dog in heat for his release pretending he was cumming inside of you whimpering like a little dog as he finally came out of breath from chasing his release he swears he's had better days.

The next few days were hard for Hayakawa right after your wedding he continued with his devil hunter duties only to find out he had less than a year to live and was devastated to know he won't have the pristine perfect life with you that he had imagined but you know Aki he didn't focus on that instead, he wanted to make sure to give you the best Christmas ever so that's what he did using his money to rent a small cabin in the woods picking up his phone to give you a call "Yeah I uh- planned a little surprise...and I have something to tell you" you were a little curious when he said that maybe he finally changed his mind about having kids? You agreed and Aki came to pick you up in his car before driving you to get takeout and right back on the road you went he didn't make eye contact with you the whole ride and every time he would've gripped the steering wheel tightly like his life depended on it looking at you hurt for him because he knew once he died you would have no one to care for, no one to talk to and no one to love you and it tugged at his heart strings as he thought about it because it hurt.

You eventually reached the cabin as Aki helped you out of the car he led you in and the Christmas tree was already up he took the liberty of hanging up your coat and taking off your shoes "Aki you really don't have to" you chuckled at his efforts as he looked up at you with a slight smile "You're the princess here" he said kissing your hand as you laughed he loved that about you how you were so cheerful in the deadliest or dreadful situations he sort of envied your personality but he loved you too much to care anymore as he started hugging you and you hugged back taking him in and embracing him.

Hugging Hayakawa was like hugging a pine forest tree since that was what his cologne smelled like it was weird, yes but he made it seem like the new normal and you were ok with that since he was your husband after all besides you loved having him in your embrace never knowing that one day he may not come back even in those heavy thoughts of yours just having him here with you was enough as he slowly glided his hands down your waist to the end of that pretty dress of yours you were breathless, to say the least as he started to kiss you and just swayed you onto the couch that small kiss turning into a make-out session between you two.

Aki's tongue was exploring your mouth as he kissed you passionately with love of course you were enjoying every second of this as he grinded against you "Y/N Hayakawa..." he said in a shaky voice as he moaned surprisingly already about to cum from just grinding against you he unzipped his pants revealing his poor aching cock he had been in a little bit of pain poor Hayakawa his beautiful wife hasn't been giving him attention lately he rubbed his cock against your cunt earning a moan from you as he held onto your waist kissing your soft neck and lacing it with his scent he loved you...he loved you so god damn much...you were like a chocolate fountain and he was the strawberry and he wanted to keep it that way forever he thought mindlessly running his cock through your slick folds as you were letting out soft moans already wet and needing him inside you pulled Aki out of thought as you kissed him tongue exploring his mouth as he pulled your panties aside "I'm gonna go in now alright? So don't hold back" he said thrusting into you with no warning as a sharp gasp left your lips from the thrust he began to thrust even eventually picking up the pace as he held one leg over his shoulder and the other pinned on the couch Aki let out loud moans and even groans "So soft...been missing this sweet cunt of yours..." he said letting out yet another shaky breath as he trusted into you leaving you speechless as he did all you could get out were moans as then switched positions fucking you from the side as your tits were bouncing up and down as Aki had your leg hoisted over his shoulder he didn't let up "Gonna..." he groaned mid-sentence feeling his limit about to exceed "Gonna bless you with my kids alright? Better be a good mom you hear me?" he said speeding up the pace as you let out shaky breaths and moans eventually responding to Aki "Yes sir! I'll be the best mom out there" you said and that put a smile on Aki's face as he let out another shaky moan before he came shooting his thick load into you as you spent the rest of the night cuddling by the campfire.

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You miss your husband...the pain is unbearable you break down just remembering how they told you about his situation it had been a year but you are still not over it and this specific day was the day you couldn't bear to even stay awake for or be alive for that matter it was the anniversary of your husband's death "Mommy?" you heard a small voice it was your child you went ahead and picked her up and smiled as you thought it wasn't so bad after all "Were gonna go see daddy today..." you said kissing her head helping her with her coat and boots as it was cold this time around making your way on the train and sleeping for a good bit in a hotel before reaching the Hayakawa grave as you prayed you sat your daughter in your lap as you said "Aki...this is ur little girl (Child name) isn't she pretty she looks like a mini girl version of you" you chuckled at the thought knowing he would probably get all mad and scold you, your daughter touched Aki's gravestone and said "Papa!" you shed tears of joy hearing her say that as you laughed "Thats right...Papa!"

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extra-v1rgin · 1 year

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I used to have fucking…

Good ideas for beam x reader stories… idk if it’s still up on tumblr but I sent it to someone…

-Capybara Anon

If you remember any pls feel free to send them

(or Denji x Beam stories, I really struggle to think of excuses a “straight” man would make up to get closer to a homie)

I have like 3 stories I need to finish right now before starting another,,, but I do want to do some kind of Beam story. Probably something with Omegaverse (though it might now be nsfw)

Inspired by this lol (nsfw)

#slight nsft #csm #chainsaw man #Beam #Beam csm #beam chainsaw man #capybara anon #virgin answers #Beamji #beam x denji #beam x reader

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jojolymes · 1 year

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𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐒; three

࿔*:･ﾟ iii.

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THE AIR was unbearably tense as you swallowed hard, hands fiddling with the other beneath the table. In your defense, after almost a year and a half of isolation, talking only to your drugged-up parents, it was pretty hard to talk to someone. Especially someone who was still only an acquaintance. What were you supposed to say anyway?

"Hey, thanks for saving me from the Needle Devil. Sorry I pissed myself I kind of thought I was going to die. But like you're a pretty cool guy and you're actually really good-looking and if you weren't obviously in love with your boss— or our boss now I guess— I would probably ask you out on a date. I get it though, since, y'know, being a devil hunter is pretty hard..."

You swept the thought away and instead coughed into your fist, looking over at the wall beside you stiffly. Yeah, there was no way you were going to say anything remotely close to that. Maybe if you were lucky, the waitress would come over and say something that would let you jump into easy conversation.

"Spit it out."

"Okay, sorry."

Your cheeks flared with embarrassment as you looked back over at Aki, chewing your lip nervously. He looked (understandably) pissed off— arms crossed tightly across his chest as he waited for you to finally say something that wasn't completely stupid. It was almost condescending. A sharp puff of air left your lips and you practically deflated into your seat, looking at Aki from beneath your eyelashes.

"So, uh," you hesitated as your brow furrowed. Might as well get the hardest questions out of the way first, "my parents... they're dead right?" Aki looked slightly taken aback, almost as if he was surprised that you had jumped to such a topic. At the same time, he had this look in his eyes, one you were sure you had spotted at some point within the span of your sticking around him.

"...yes," Aki replied, leaving a breath of stillness between his words, "we found your parents in the kitchen after the Needle Devil appeared that second time. They were... far beyond saving." You clenched your jaw, fingers wrapping tightly around the fabric of your pants. You really shouldn't have expected any better.

"Oh... okay." You weren't sure if you could say much else on the topic. But one thing you needed to know for sure was why the Needle Devil had chosen you in the first place.

"The Needle Devil," you swallowed thickly, hands trembling at the mere thought of it, "Miss Makima said I made a contract with it but that makes no sense. I'm afraid of needles. Why did it choose me to make a contract with?"

"That's what we were hoping to find out," Aki stated simply, "see, just as Miss Makima said, the Needle Devil is incredibly powerful. On top of that, for almost three decades now, the Needle Devil has had an exclusive contract with one of the strongest devil hunters in the precinct." You tilted your head— if it had a contract with such a strong person, then why choose you?

"I..." You wracked your memory to come up with an explanation, anything to rationalize it all. But you could remember nothing but the terrifying words that slipped from the devil's mouth before everything went dark. "I don't remember much," you began slowly, "I don't even remember walking into my house. Just that there was blood and my parents said we had a guest... but they weren't my parents- they were..."

Your stomach lurched and you bit back the urge to vomit, bringing the back of your hand to your lips. You didn't dare look at Aki, ashamed of your fear. Your friends had always called it irrational after all. Despite it all, you swallowed harshly and continued your sentence.

"Their heads- their heads were like syringes. But they acted just like they used to back when I was younger... so it had to be them, right? A-Anyways, after that, I asked what it wanted and it said it wanted to make a contract. Next thing I knew, you and Miss Himeno showed up."

There was a beat of silence and you forced yourself to look at Aki just as the waitress appeared, placing your food down. You gave the waitress a quick smile and she did the same before walking away, leaving you both in awkward silence once more. With nothing else to do, you grabbed your fork, going to dig in when you stopped yourself.

What if there was something in it? It wouldn't be hard to put some sort of drugs in your food without you knowing. Things like edibles existed for a reason. You grew queasy at the sight and pushed your plate away, turning to instead take a sip of your drink. What if there was stuff in there too? Your hand retracted back to its place on your lap and you furrowed your brow, looking at the floor beside your table.

"Are you not going to eat?" Aki asked bluntly as your cheeks burned, forcing yourself to grab your fork once more. Your food would be fine. There was nothing wrong with it. You didn't register how your hand shook when you stabbed through a piece of food and brought it toward yourself. But no matter how much you tried, you couldn't open your mouth. Aki raised a brow and you simply laughed.

It was a burst of laughter that sounded almost unnatural as you let your fork drop down to your plate, ignoring the way your hunger clawed at your stomach, begging for something to satiate it. How long had it been since you ate a proper meal? The last thing you remembered eating was something from the convenience store that you had made sure was sealed. Even then you had only taken a few bites before rushing to your graduation ceremony.

"Sorry, I must have lost my appetite," you muttered just as your stomach growled loudly, making you grimace. Aki stared, almost studying you, as you fidgeted in your seat, ears on fire. Of course, your stomach had to growl. The clatter of silverware across from you made you flinch and you cursed your pathetic nature. He had gone through the trouble of bringing you here and you ended up looking ungrateful.

"Here, let's switch," Aki began, making you straighten up. He gave you no time to react and grabbed your food, replacing it with his. You noticed there were pieces of pancake missing and you deducted he had eaten some. If he had eaten it— you paused to look at him, not noticing any particularly bizarre behavior— then his food was safe. You took your fork this time, stabbed through a piece of pancake, and ate it.

It was fluffy and not overbearingly sweet, save for the smallest bit of syrup on the piece you had eaten. You could feel a smile tugging at your cheeks— it was good. It was really good. You couldn't stop yourself once you started, chowing down on the pancakes like they were your last meal. The food was so good that you had almost forgotten what you had initially planned to do. You forced yourself to put the fork down and looked at Aki who was taking a sip from his coffee.

"Um, so..." you brushed some hair behind your ear and set your hands down in your lap, "Miss Makima said I'll be working as a Devil Hunter. Is that really true?" It wasn't like you were doubting Makima, but you were really hoping it wasn't the truth. Maybe she had messed up. Though a woman like that couldn't have possibly made mistakes, ever.

"Yes. Makima has also requested that you stay with me. People with illegal contracts such as yours usually get some sort of jail time but it seems there's something about you that interests her," Aki stated with a hint of what you could only assume was jealousy. Regardless, you could really only focus on one thing he said: that you would be staying with him.

"Oh..." Your voice cracked and you cringed internally— well, now it made sense why you had been in his apartment instead of Himeno's or literally anywhere else. Still, if anything, didn't it make more sense for you to stay with her? "Is there any reason why Miss Makima chose you for me to stay with?" Aki's face flushed and he coughed into his fist before taking another sip of his coffee, averting his gaze to outside the window.

"I'm... not sure," Aki said, almost as if he wasn't telling you something (what you didn't know was that Aki had gotten a call from Makima, telling him that he was one of the few people she could trust and that she knew that he would ensure that you didn't get out of line. When Himeno asked if he had extra clothes for you to wear, Aki had been staring at the ceiling in a daze while still thinking of what Makima said).

"Well, in that case, I look forward to...um... living with you," you faltered, rubbing the crook of your neck. You scoured your mind for another question to ask so as to move past the fact that you would be staying with Aki. "So... what will I be doing? As a devil hunter that is..." You hadn't joined the devil hunting club back in your high school, too focused on keeping your failing family afloat to know what being a devil hunter entailed.

"The main goal as of right now is to gather the pieces of the Gun Devil," Aki began, brows furrowing as his hand curled tightly around his fork, "most devils have a piece or two inside of them, especially the strong ones. We need these pieces so we can find the Gun Devil and defeat it."

The Gun Devil— you had been nine when it struck, leaving waves of destruction in its path. It had completely obliterated the company your parents worked at. It had been their day off, thankfully, but the devil's attack had been too close for comfort. You could still remember how your parents stood in front of the tv for hours. You were supposed to go visit a family friend that day but it had ended with you staring out the window, listening to the endless sirens from the city.

Now that you really thought about it, the Gun Devil's attack may have been the catalyst for your parents' addiction. In the months after the attack, they had been frantic to find a job. At some point, they had been hired, but the lack of workers made sure they didn't have much time to relax. So technically, this had all been the Gun Devil's fault. Yet, despite the realization, you didn't feel the urge to seek revenge. Maybe you had come to terms with your parents' addiction.

"Is there a way you can find the devils that have the pieces? I know that the power devils have stems off of fear so-" You froze— fear. Fear. You looked at Aki with wide eyes, hoping he too had made the connection. You were afraid of needles, so afraid that you were petrified at the mere sight of them. The thought of one on the end of a syringe made you sick to your stomach until you could distract yourself with something else.

"Your fear..."

"My fear of needles makes it stronger."

Aki was too stunned when you made the connection. Too stunned to say a word when the glass behind you shattered, an amalgamation of limbs and teeth reaching for you. It seemed that you hadn't noticed either, frozen in fear at what you had discovered. Aki didn't realize how he had brought his hand up, palm covering your face while his two fingers circled the indiscernible mass behind you.

As the unknown devil writhed and screeched and slobbered toward you, Aki could vaguely make out the sound of screaming. There were civilians in the street and in the cafe that were begging for help, praying to whatever god they believed in. Aki couldn't remember a time when he did such a thing, save for the times when his parents dragged him to the temple for New Year.

Aki's index finger and pinky curled up as his middle and ring fingers touched his thumb— he closed one eye and made sure that the thing heading straight for the both of you was within the Fox Devil's range. As his lips began to move, Aki wondered if you had noticed the devil behind you yet or the minuscule shards of glass that flew past you. It was odd; he had never really cared for many people besides Himeno or Makima.

Aki figured that as much as he resisted, at some point you would join the tiny list.

"Kon."

It didn't faze Aki one bit as the Fox Devil broke through the ground behind you, biting through the devil in one fell swoop. Aki had reached over the table and pulled you forward so that you were right next to him, stumbling past the table. What he hadn't expected, however, was for the mass to shrink back into the street, still alive and kicking.

While the Fox Devil evaporated into mist, Aki heard its voice ringing in his ears. You were absolutely petrified in Aki's grasp, mouth open as if ready to scream. But there was no sound. The people in the street made up for it, screaming in a cacophony of terror. Aki had to call backup, he knew that much. But as the people yelled and died all around you both, there was no time to do such a thing.

"THE CROWD DEVIL HAS APPEARED."

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