#would one say too much aki fucking? no. never.
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Under the influence pt2 in January 2024???
that's the plan anon... I'm in full writers mode, I've been working hard and I think a january / february release is very possible...
and with how things are looking the second chapter will likely be in the 50k words zone all by itself, and it's like 80% smut so that's a whole lot of aki fucking LOL
#would one say too much aki fucking? no. never.#I have plans to beef out the ending more though#and the epilogue will tie up the rest of the loose ends#do not take a singular thing I say to heart though#because if life gets in the way it might take a little longer#I will say though that I am writing it's just taking forever because this shit is long af!!!!#I'd never abandon the fic or give up#and I've been enjoying writing so much recently... I'm very happy#I want to write whenever I have the time and energy!!#ask mags
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jealousy, jealousy — k. bakugo ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊
Based off of this
cw: fluff, jealousy, this is so unserious im sorry i just can’t help it
Katsuki shouldn’t be surprised when people flirt with you. You’re stunning after all— no doubt about it. Let them stare— he thinks every single time he catches someone’s wandering eyes on you.
And if someone tries to get bold because of what you're wearing? It’s alright, Katsuki can fight. “You can wear whatever you want, baby. You look hot as fuck, by the way.” is always the answer when you ask him if your outfit is too much.
Point is, Bakugo isn’t ever particularly bothered by a few stray compliments or lustful gazes thrown your way. In fact, he welcomes it— let everyone acknowledge how hot his girlfriend is, because they’d never get a chance with you if Katsuki could help it.
Yet right now, he wants nothing more than to drag you back home and lock the two of you up away from the rest of the world— to keep prying eyes off of what’s his.
“Can I get you anything else?” the waiter (whose name Katsuki makes out on his little silver name tag to be Aki) asks jovially, paying no mind to the fuming blond on the other end of the table. “Another drink, some dessert, my number?”
You have the nerve to giggle before Bakugo cuts in with a rather terse, “Just the check, if you will.”
Katsuki can’t believe what he just saw and heard unfold right in front of his (literal) salad. Aki drops the check book in front of Katsuki before suavely picking up your dishes with a charming smile, not breaking eye contact with you.
Bakugo’s never wanted to bash a ceramic plate over someone’s head so badly in his life.
He places a couple hundreds on the tab before pulling out your chair and grabbing your hand.
“We’re leaving.”
“‘Suki—”
The car ride back home is tense, to say the least. Bakugo breaks the silence a few moments after you step through the door of your shared home.
“You had fun back there? A nice date with your new boyfriend, wasn’t it?”
“Katsuki, he was just being nice.”
“So we’re just on a first name basis now? No spare “babe” or “handsome” for me, huh? ‘S just for him?”
You bite back something between a cross of a sigh and laughter. It’s rare for your boyfriend to be so jealous, though you figure your waiter just happened to be a lot bolder than others for blatantly flirting with you all night while you were obviously on a date.
“Baby,” you sigh, reaching out to comfort your boyfriend. He turns away from you with a huff, arms crossed. Katsuki is the biggest drama queen you know. (Though he would argue there’s only room for one drama queen in your relationship, and that you wear the crown.)
You simply click your teeth, sidestepping around him to face him. You run a hand across his firm chest appreciatively before wrapping it around his tie and pulling him down to meet you in a kiss.
“I’m so lucky to have a big, strong, handsome man like you as my boyfriend,” you coo, buttering him up with dulcet words dripping in sweet honey.
He can huff and puff all he wants, but you know Katsuki can’t stay mad for long, especially when you sing praises to him like this. So you know you’ve won this battle the minute Katsuki slides an arm around your waist, returning the kiss with fervor. “Damn right you are.”
You giggle, threading your fingers through blonde locks. “He probably just wanted a big tip,” you joke, eyes crinkling in amusement at the way Katsuki’s lips automatically contort into a frown before smirking.
“If he wanted a big tip he should’ve been flirting with me,” he laughs gruffly, pulling you into a tight embrace before placing a kiss on your forehead. “We’re staying home next date night.”
#kat's writing#bakugo x reader#bakugo x you#bakugo x y/n#katsuki bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo x you#mha x reader#mha x you#bnha x reader#bnha x you
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spicy nsfw #7 w aki 👀
#7 : Developing dirty thoughts about you
💗 あき — Aki x fem reader
🔞 mdni / 18+ content
note : clutching my heart !! aki my boy !! so happy to get a request for him 🥹 he's one of my faves tho like nanami i just... always forget to write for him lol
warnings : smut, fantasies, kinda perv!Aki (?), daddy kink, creampies
🍒 ~ more from jay : library // reqs open ✌️ writing for : jjk, csm, aot, genshin
Aki? He's so lost and confused about the sudden inflowing of dirty thoughts that he has about his newly assigned partner.
He's never really thought about anyone like that. It's a new feeling in his body, a foreign desire. Lust? Erotica? Sex? Nah, what do you mean? He's a straight-laced boy, he has no need for that...
He keeps it cool. Maintains that indifferent, cold attitude with you.
Her bra strap is showing...
His mind? In the gutter. He's thinking about unclasping that bra. Thinking about the soft, round tits that it holds up.
He ends up staring and zoning out, daydreaming about stripping your clothes off.
"—Aki?" your voice brings him back to reality. He flicks his brows up.
He clears his throat, "Sorry. I was just... thinking."
When you're out eating at a ramen restaurant together, sitting opposite from one another, he will be thinking the wildest shit while you're doing the most innocent act of slurping up noodles.
Wonder what she'd look like choking on my dick.
When you're walking ahead of him, tired after a mission with him, he watches the way you swish your hips.
Nice view. Would look better if she were folded over in my bed.
He clears his throat loudly when you do something attractive; placing your head on his shoulder when you've had too much to drink, tugging his sleeve to get his tall attention during missions, smiling at his dumbfounded expressions at your flirting. Aw, he's just playing... he knows what you're insinuating when you say you're "desperate for relief..."
His Addam's apple shifts when he swallows fantasies down his throat. His throat constricts when you stand too close to him, and he can smell your perfume. And oops... now his pants feel tighter.
I could make her scream.
Yeah, I could make her cum.
Would she call me daddy? 'Cause fuck...
He's staring at you and zoning out again.
...I'd fuck her brains out if she called me daddy.
"Aki?"
"Hm?"
"You're zoning out."
He nods. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry. I was just... uh... thinking..."
Yeah, he's "just thinking"... just thinking wild shit about you.
You underneath him, you screaming daddy, you milking his creampies out, you sprawled out on his bed and clutching the sheets for dear life while he fills you up with his cock and wrings himself dry in your tiny pussy.
And of course, every time he has a cigarette, he thinks about how he'd share one with you after a good fuck.
© arminsumi
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Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.
#🎃 ~ oct. reqs#mdni#smut#aki#aki hayakawa#aki smut#aki x reader#aki x reader smut#csm smut#chainsaw man smut#aki hayakawa smut#chainsaw man x reader#csm x reader#aki x fem reader
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Shower Scene (Denji x reader) PART 1
(Part 2 here) (Alternate Aki arc, Part 1 here)
(Part 3 here)
(Part 4 (end) here)
Author: c-o-t-o
Character: Denji x fem reader
CW: 18+ only, sexual content/smut, character aged up, explicit language, blood, pain play, choking, bdsm (some CWs apply to other parts)
Misc: ~2.5k words, Part 1
About: After you and Denji finish a mission, he loses too much blood and becomes weak. You promise him your blood after you've both showered. But is he too weak to bathe himself?
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Your chest rises and falls heavily as you pant, trying to catch your breath after defeating some devils with Denji. The final blow left the two of you absolutely soaked from the blood spray, which is now slowly trickling down your face. You look over at Denji who is grinning wickedly from the thrill of the fight, audibly panting and grunting as he tries to catch his breath as well.
"Nice job, Denji," you manage to say between breaths, "let's head back home and clean off." Denji turns to nod at you, but you see his expression slowly fade from wicked excitement to something different... almost like he's mesmerized. You watch his eyes as they slowly follow the blood streaming down your face. When the bead falls from your chin, he snaps out of it, looking back up to your eyes with flushed cheeks. 'Oh, that's right,' you think to yourself, 'Denji has a thing for blood.' You clear your throat and offer to let Denji feed from you after you both return home and have showered. He looks completely drained and you can't even imagine how desperately he must need some blood to rejuvenate himself.
Makima had you move in with Aki and the rest, but upgraded you all to a house so you could all have your own rooms with some privacy. After all, Aki had begged her for more room after burdening him to live with yet another public safety devil hunter. With them living together for years, getting older and needing more privacy, it was long overdue anyway.
"Are... are you sure? I can drink y-your blood?" Denji swallowed heavily mid sentence as his face turned so red that his blush was almost indistinguishable from the blood splatter. After nodding and offering your shoulder for him to lean on, Denji smirked and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "If you say so, then okay! I'll try to be careful."
You knew Denji became shy around you; you two have lived in your shared space for months now, stealing glances and dropping innuendos nearly every time you were alone together until one of you got the point. You both knew but would never admit it, so this playful back and forth went on far longer than you could really stand. You knew that Denji putting his lips on your neck to drink your blood would break him. Every time in the past that you offered him your blood he shyly declined, saying that it's too close to being like kissing your neck. You wonder why, then, he accepted this time. Have you finally broken his will? Or is he truly that drained from the fight?
You finally make it home, Denji seemingly drunk from the loss of blood as he slumps down the wall. "I can't..." he lets his head fall back and it hits the wall. "Carry meeee..." he whines.
"Denji you know full well I can't carry you," you laugh while pulling his shoes off for him and undoing his tie. "But once we both shower you can have my blood, remember?" You pull his tie off and feel Denji grab your fingers as you are about to pull away, groaning whiningly as he puts your fingers on the buttons of his shirt.
"Really?? You can't even undress yourself?" You search his eyes to see if he's being coy or if he's out of it. You get your answer when his eyes roll back in his head and he slides sideways down onto the floor.
"Fuck! Denji? Denji, come on..." He just groans quietly and mumbles incoherently. "Aki?!" you shout, but there's no response from anyone else. Your heart starts pounding as you realize the two of you are alone and that you'll now have to undress and shower Denji. You refuse to let him feed from you with the blood of numerous devils now dried all over you, so shower you must.
You whimper out loud dejectedly. "Denji, I have to shower you, Aki isn't home. I'm sorry." You manage to stand him up and walk him with his arm over your shoulder, his feet mostly dragging instead of walking. You get to the bathroom and drag Denji into the shower room. His eyes are still rolled back, not really focused on anything. You sigh again out loud as you begin by unbuttoning his shirt.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." you quietly repeat over and over as you undress him. As you slip the shirt off of Denji, your hands graze across his slender torso, feeling the stiffness of his muscles and chest. It was enough to send electricity shooting through your body right down to your sensitive area. You get his pants off easily enough, but your hands stop at the waistband of his underwear.
"Denji... I need to know that you're okay with this, I'm about to see you and touch you..." He almost drunkenly nods his head, but it's so slight that you decide not to take that as a clear answer. A moment later his hand shakily grabs yours and moves it over to his waistband, gives you a thumbs-up sign, and then lets his hand fall down to his side.
'So he's aware and can hear me, great.'
"I always imagined seeing each other naked being vastly different, but I don't have much of a choice. I'm so sorry Denji..." you whisper as you slowly pull down his boxers. Surprisingly Denji remained soft, but you attribute that to the loss of blood. That aside, you blush at the fact that Denji still seems a bit large, even being soft. You undress yourself near his feet so that he can't quite see you, still shy at the prospect of him seeing you naked.
"I'm turning on the water now, Denji. I'm going to wash myself first and then I'll clean you, okay?" Again, all Denji can manage is a thumbs up, but you're grateful that he can at least give you a sign that this is all okay.
You're also grateful for the Japanese style shower so that there's room for you to bathe while Denji lays sprawled out on the tile floor. You shower yourself quickly, realizing Denji must be cold laying on the floor. Cold, drained, and exhausted.
On your hands and knees, you scooch over to him with the shower hose and begin hosing down his legs and lathering him up with a soapy shower sponge. He moans when the hot water hits his legs, mouth slightly open, revealing his sharp teeth. Your heart skips a beat at the sound and sight. You secretly have a thing for his sharp teeth and have always wondered what they would feel like grazing along the nape of your neck.
You shake your head as if shaking out your encroaching dirty thoughts, and begin to lather up his feet and legs. "Well..." you swallow hard, "I might as well get this over with." You sponge Denji's penis and lower abs with the soapy sponge, trying to use the sponge itself to move everything around so that you're not touching him directly.
Denji's face immediately turns to the side to look away from you. You see his abs almost throbbing with tension as you sponge him and notice he seems to be holding his breath. When you pass over him with the hot water, he releases his breath with the deepest, guttural groan you've ever heard him make. You feel yourself twitch at the sound and feel wetness begin to pool between your legs.
You're relieved to work your way up and sponge his stomach and chest. This is the first time you've seen his chainsaw pulley so close. With hesitation, you touch your fingers lightly to it as it slides along the wet metal end. Your fingers follow the rope back to the origin in the middle of his chest, delicately tracing your fingertips around the opening. Denji muffles a moan, and you momentarily worry that it might be too sensitive there, until you feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest and his fist clenching at his side. 'I wonder if this spot feels good.'
You eventually take his arm in one hand, and gently wash it with the sponge in your other hand. You lather up your hands and gently rock your fingers between his to make sure you've gotten them completely clean. When you get to his other hand, you feel his fingers close around yours. Your gaze snaps to look up at him, but he continues to look away with his head turned to the side. You notice, however, his face turning red again.
'I bet he's enjoying this, the horny freak.' You think that to yourself, knowing full well that you have also been a freak for the thoughts you've had of Denji lately. As much as you don't want to admit it to yourself, your chest aches at the sight of him and how you're so close, yet feel so far from getting what it is you truly want. At least, you can't do anything, not with Denji like this.
With his grip still tightened around your fingers, you glance down and notice how slim his waist is, something you've only caught glimpses of in the past if he stretched his arms up over his head or laid sloppily on the ground by the kotatsu, letting the bottom of his shirt lift up slightly.
You pull your hand away and look at his face, gently turning it to look back in your direction so that you can wash his face. You laugh nasally to yourself when you see that he has his eyes clamped shut. Is he embarrassed to look at you? Or is he doing it out of decency? Either way it's fine because you can wash and rinse his face.
You slide your body so that you can place his head on your lap to wash his hair next. His face blushes once again as your fingers massage through his hair, and you catch quiet breathy moans escaping through his lips.
After rinsing his hair, you look down to see Denji looking up at you with one eye... looking up with his head in your lap... at the underside of your boobs. You feel your heart stop momentarily as you meet his gaze. He slams his eye shut and looks away again. But as he turns his face, you instinctively push his head off your lap in fear that his face will go right down into your crotch.
"FUCK I'M SORRY DENJI." You cradle his head but see his eyes swimming now. "God damn it. I made this so much worse..." You look around the room to see if he can grab something to hold onto and stand up, but realize that's not possible with all the water. That, and letting his head hit the floor after pushing it off your lap.
"Denji, I think..." your voice trails off as you sigh. "I think you'll have to drink my blood here. I wont be able to carry you out of here without slipping and hurting both of us."
You jump in surprise as Denji weakly (and incredibly slowly) turns onto his side, and onto his stomach. His forehead presses to the shower floor as his fingers trail up your arm to grab your shoulder. You feel his hand shaking, trying to push you down so that you're laying as well.
You realize Denji is trying to have you lay down so that he can drink from you. To help him out you slide down on your back so that you're laying side by side. Without looking up, Denji shakily slides onto your shoulder.
You feel his damp skin slide over yours, hot breath tumbling onto your shoulder as he slowly places his face into the crook of your neck. You can feel your heart racing and even see your vision slightly pulsating. His wet hair tickles your ear, and you feel his nose trace the curve of your neck, fingers weakly trying to grip your shoulder.
You hear him whisper so quietly that it's almost indistinguishable amidst the shower water still running. "Can... I...?" he barely whispers, making sure one last time that it's okay with you. This is it, the moment you've always fantasized, knowing how Denji's teeth would feel against your neck, tasting your blood. But the moment is intensified by your naked bodies laying in the middle of the steamy shower room.
You nod your head and barely say yes before he sinks his teeth down into your supple flesh. You gasp out loud and grab his slick back as he pierces you. It stings, but feels so incredible at the same time. The pain is over quickly as he pulls his teeth out and closes his lips around your skin. You feel the blood slowly being sucked from you as Denji's tongue laps over the bites. He moans and breathes heavily as he slowly drinks from you, groaning with each suck. Each swallow is hard, and his grip on your shoulder tightens with each gulp.
You thought you'd have to cut him off, but to your surprise, he slows to a stop by himself and pulls his mouth away. He did say he'd try to be careful earlier. Denji gently licks your neck one last time with one long, slow, sweeping motion to clean the last of the blood, making you cringe with pleasure.
"Denji? Are you okay? Did that help?" You turn your head to the side to see if he's okay. With his head still down, you see only his eyes glare up at you through his wet hair. "... Denji...? What's wrong?" You feel his chest moving in and out quicker as his eyes dart back and forth between yours. His head lifts more until you see your glistening red blood smeared across his lips, and all you can think of is how fucking hot it makes him look. As weird as it may be, seeing blood on Denji made him seem so badass and intense.
You realize you've been staring down at his lips for too long now, when you suddenly feel his fingers gliding through the back of your hair. He lifts himself up on his elbow, his face hovering right above yours now. Some blood drips off his lips and down onto yours. He looks down at the blood on your lips, up at your eyes, and back down at your lips, fixated on the blood.
Before you know it, Denji moves quickly and instinctually down to your face and licks the blood off of your lips, as though not to waste it. He hears the quiet gasp that slips through your lips, and stays hovered above your face, slowly grinning with his sharp teeth... almost evilly.
"You always imagine seeing us naked?" His voice is so low and deep that you can almost feel it vibrate on your skin.
"Wh-what?" You shake your head confused.
"You said 'I always imagined seeing each other naked being vastly different, but I don't have much of a choice..." Denji's tongue licks around his lips, savoring any blood that might have lingered there.
"So tell me..." his voice trails off as he places his other hand next to your head, trapping your head between his hands, his face still hovering right above yours, eyes locked onto you. "What has your dirty little mind been fantasizing about, then?"
---------- To be continued ----------
#denji x reader#denji x fem reader#denji smut#chainsaw man#csm#chainsaw man smut#csm smut#fanfic#aki smut#aki hayakawa#makima#power#anime#manga#otaku#weeaboo#weeaboo trash#fan fiction#c-o-t-o
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BF TSUKKI<3
plot: random bf tsukki headcanons. reader insert.
a/n: your honor i love him. also i wrote this on a whim while listening to body paint by arctic monkeys
proofread?did i proofread this??idk :D
"and if you're thinking of me, then i'm probably thinking of you"
tsukishima wakes up super early to have enough time to be a hater
he really doesn't, he probably sleeps super late, spending the time on his phone and wakes up moderately early, like 10-11 AM
doesn't want akiteru to find out about him being in a relationship, he'll probably annoy him the fuck out and make him uncomfortable
so you don't really hang out at his house and the one time akiteru saw the pair of you walking down the street, he jumped in to ask you if you were his s/o and you kinda lagged out, not really knowing what to answer since you knew kei didn't want him to know for the time being but also feeling guilty for lying
kei saved it though
lmao no he didn't, akiteru was sure that you were his partner after that encounter
you, kei and tadashi are such a power trio,its kinda like those shonen trios (nobara/megumi/yuuji, aki/power/denji)
ukai teases you a lot as his assistant and eventually takeda sensei starts doing so too in his own ways
but whenever hinata or kageyama do so, tsuki goes well, tsuki mode
tanaka and nishinoya probs ogle after you but when guys from other teams do so they protect you out of respect for you and their teammate's honor
tsukishima often sends you songs that remind him of you, he never outright tells you so but you figure it out after the first few times he sends them to you.
looks over at you after scoring a point or doing a great block to see your reaction, his chest swells with pride
dumbass (affectionate)
tries to annoy you a lot but you know it's out of love
you're kind of like the default settings for him. sad? go to y/n. happy? y/n. wants to go out? y/n. is hungry? y/n might be hungry too so he's gonna pick up something extra for you too.
would die if he made you feel uncomfortable, like you don't understand how sick with himself he would feel if he ever made you feel like that.
super proud of you when you say something he would to the team. everyone's like "YOU CORRUPTED THEM >:(" and he's in the back smiling smugly and patting your head.
cuddly when sleepy. my brother in christ will on god lay on top of you, literally almost crush u, push his face in your neck and whine but as soon as you coo at him and say something along the lines of "aw is my baby sleepy?" he'll DENY e v e r y t h i n g. he's worse than youtubers getting caught red handed committing a crime. like tf you mean, there's literally evidence📸
he thinks about you so much throughout the day, you're his safe space <//3
he is kind of insecure though. when he notices other teams approaching you, it's then that others' comments about him begin to soak in.
of course he wouldnt admit it but you can see it in the way his face falls
tell him you love him and wont leave him 🔪
sometimes cries about this at night
he knows other people could be more open about their feelings to you and you deserved to be told how perfect you are as much possible
but he tries so much :(
he never saw it as "just a relationship" what you have is one of the few things he actually takes seriously
tsukishima is great bf and i said what i said
#kei tsukishima#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima kei imagine#kei tsukishima x reader#tsukishima kei x reader insert#tsukishima scenarios#tsukishima#tsukishima fluff#tsukishima headcanons#tsukishima x y/n#haikyuu#hq#haikyuu x reader#tsukishima kei#haikyuu imagines#tsukishima imagine#haikyuu headcanons#hq x reader#tsukki#tsuki#hq tsukishima#hq tsukki
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tagging this was such a pain. like does this count as smut? idfk. anyways, self indulgent. never written aftercare stuff.
— who. sub angel devil, sub aki hayakawa, sub yoshida hirofumi. separately. gender neutral reader. — info. headcanons of you giving the boys aftercare. canon universe ignored, modern au. not really smut but them subbing is implied.
angel devil.
truthfully, he doesn’t take aftercare seriously. believes he doesn’t need it.
angel devil doesn’t do anything to help nor does he tries. he’s just laying there as dead as a log and expects you to get himself and whatever cleaned up. isn’t getting up for shit so wipe him down with a clean rag and if there’s cum in him, clean it out.
oh you need aftercare too? don’t worry angel will say “that was great” and honestly it’s the best he got. he means well.
nitpicks a lot and has this complex where he thinks you’re his butler. getting water and something to snack on? that’s fine. but angel starts pointing around the room “we knocked that over earlier, pick it up” “this comforter sucks” “can you change the channel? no not this channel. or this one. no. no-“ your fluffing his pillows, straightening out his blankets, changing his clothes. angel asks for a lot.
even though he’s a headache, he needs the praising. oh. he needs it badly. angel doesn’t need a lot of it, just something along the lines of “you did so good for me angel.” feels ridiculously airy when you praise him. during and after sex.
when you get in next to him, he’s mostly already knocked out.
aki hayakawa. (written without thinking of power & denji btw)
though his hole got wrecked, he would be quick to be at your aid. aki could be in a horrible state (eyes puffy, barely opened. ass on fire. throat aching) he’ll still try to help you help him.
majority of his aftercare happens in the tub. after you’re done, run him a warm bath and while it fills up try to give him something to drink and fruit.
aki will try to dodge the water/snack, groaning. he likes to fight getting taken care of. even if his throat is as dry as the desert. coax him a bit. remind him that he’s not going to die if he accepts help.
and then tug him up and in the tub. you can leave him there for a little. his brain takes a while to tune in to what’s happening so don’t fret when he’s non verbal for a while.
aki feels so small and a bit flustered when he realizes you’re doing something for him. picking out his clothes or dressing him? flustered. checking the bath’s temperature? flustered.
you can get in with him if you want. it’s not required. but, there’s just something about you sitting on the toilet while brushing his hair back while he’s staring up at you.
and no cigarettes!!! the smoke will burn his throat and irritate his puffy eyes. no matter how cute his pout is, no cigarettes!! he’s allowed to smoke a cigarette after his bath.
sometimes aki says fuck the cigarette because he’s so fucking ready to sleep when he’s out the tub. you better hope he doesn’t push you out the way to get to bed.
yoshida hirofumi.
gives mixed signals. yoshida always acts as if he’s totally ok even when he’s not. tries to be sly and witty after having his ass pummeled to hell and back. but, then he starts getting oddly insecure and sensitive. so lots of affection has to be done to calm him down. praising him, peppering his swollen face until he grins a bit. then he gets talkative.
honestly, yoshida talks too much and it’s about nothing. doesn’t know what he’s mumbling about either, just let him run his mouth and indulge. if anything, ask him how’s he felt during the sex and ask if you didn’t make him uncomfortable etc.
is always down to be rubbed on, like a gentle massage. no matter how far you got during sex, everything aches for him so you have to be careful or yoshida will whine in pain. he might even cry. he’s sensitive.
enjoys anything cooling on his skin, so a cooling gel? s tier. flip the pillow on the cold side. turn the fan/air conditioner on. and yes, he sleeps naked.
he’s more into kinky sex so expect having to do more physical aftercare. after sex, gently remove any restraints/toys, leave him be for a little while (put up the toys to be cleaned or go grab some water) yoshida needs time to come down to earth and it takes him awhile.
though, when he starts getting sleepy, he’s a huge cuddler. always makes a satisfied hum when you tuck in right beside him then he latches onto you like a koala.
yoshida showers after he’d sleep and when he’s back to his normal self.
#sub csm#sub chainsaw man#aki hayakawa smut#aki smut#angel devil smut#yoshida hirofumi smut#yoshida smut#csm smut#chainsaw man smut
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fucking your neighbour (18+) - sub!aki x reader
PAIRING. sub!aki x afab!reader
LENGTH. 2.3k words
CONTENT. 18+. neighbour!au. dom!reader x sub!aki. aki w/ praise kink. lots of moaning. aki touching himself for you. your titties get a bit abused. fingering. unprotected sex. riding aki.
SYNOPSIS. aki complains about you making too much noise, but you hear him moaning your name one night. you go up his door to give him the best fuck of his life.
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You hear an impatient knock outside your flat. Through the peephole, you are both relieved and worried to see the same tall figure you’ve been getting a little too familiar with lately. You open the door and let out an awkward smile.
“Hello, Aki…”
“Good evening. This is the third time I’m asking you to make less noise.” the guy says dryly.
Aki moved in the vacant room next door a few weeks ago. Your first time meeting was a lot more amiable. He was quiet, but not unfriendly. Quite the good-looker, too. Seeing him taking in his boxes, all sweaty and out of breath under the summer sun, it did a number on you. You offered him a glass of water, which he politely gulped down. However, as the days went by, or the nights more exactly, you’ve come to realise that the walls are quite thin. The first time he visited to ask you to make less noise, he acknowledged how improper it was to knock on someone’s door in the middle of the night. Unfortunately it was not the last time he had to do that.
He's at your door in his sleepwear – an oversized shirt and sweatpants – a conservative outfit, but through which a satisfying silhouette can still be drawn out under all the fabric. He stares at you irritated with tired eyes. Poor man just wants to sleep.
After his last warning, you are quiet as a mouse, barely going around. Each time you have to get up at night, you tiptoe and cruise in slow-motion. It probably makes you look unbelievably stupid, but at least your hot neighbour is no longer complaining.
You never bump into him again, and the only clue that shows he is still well and alive is the laundry he hangs out on his balcony. It varies from sober t-shirts to white button-ups. Probably works in an office. But, shameful as it is, what catches your eye most today, are his underwear. He owns several pairs of black boxers he thoughtlessly cycles through. How boring. Nonetheless, you can’t help but wonder how he’d look, wearing nothing but that, how fitting they’d be, how his bulge would look in them. Before the picture of your fantasy can even turn into focus, Aki himself steps out on the balcony for his morning smoke. You freeze, deer caught in the headlights. But, Aki is even more taken aback than you.
“Morning;” he mutters. He likely feels awkward facing you after all that complaining. Seeing how quiet you’ve been, he can tell you’ve been trying hard not to disturb him. “Mh. Do you mind?” pointing at his cigarette, still nested in the corner of his mouth. “Oh, go ahead…” your cheeks burning up. You can’t believe just a second ago you were thinking a bit too hard about what he looked like in the underwear, floating proud in the wind like a raised flag. You want to crawl back inside but don’t want to strike it as him scaring you off either, so you just keep stretching, in the awkward silence. As absurd as it feels, you feel like he’s occasionally catching glimpses of you, picking up anything about you, your profile, your silhouette. He finally finishes his smoke after what felt like ages, bids you goodbye and goes back in.
That night, you go to bed early. Aki being all you can think about, you're hoping to move on to something else by knocking yourself dead asleep. However, getting in bed early does not mean being able to fall asleep early. You toss and turn before resolving to stare at your ceiling and face how awkward things were this morning on the balcony. If you hadn’t woken him up so many times, he’d be a lot friendlier. Maybe you could've asked him out then. Frustrated at the papery walls, you silently kick your sheets.
Once you’ve settled down, your mind drifts to smaller details of the interaction. The boxers. The cigarette hanging on his lip. His discrete gaze.
Dammit. What a sexy motherfucker.
You drag your hand to your chest, and imagine it’s Aki palming it, with the same hand that lights up his lighter. Your feet curl up. Your other hand finds its way to your thigh. He’d look so pretty beneath you, breathless, his stern gaze melted with lust. The thought makes you let out a soft exhale. You imagine how dishevelled he would be as you suck him off slowly and teasingly. More low hums come out your mouth. But you stop dead in your tracks when you hear something.
A sigh. No. A murmur.
You listen closely.
It’s a moan.
It’s a moan that takes your breath away. In the stillness, you hear more of it come out. Fapping sounds. Your mind goes blank. Good lord, it’s Aki. Judging by the sound and the speed, he’s jerking himself. You’re embarrassingly relieved he’s doing it alone. Muttered words travel through the wall. He’s holding his voice back as much as he can. You can only discern a string of “Fuck” escaping through his teeth.
You become worried about how even the quietest sounds can be heard next door, and understand Aki’s nightly complaints a lot better. Everything sounds like it’s in the same room. However, your worries are flood out by his low voice. The sound is hotter than you’d like to admit, and lewd images fuel your mind. You can see him: sat on his couch, hands in his pants, stroking his length, eyelashes fluttering, mouth twisted.
You gulp down harshly. Before you even realise it, your underwear is soaking wet.
You don’t move, too afraid he’d hear you too. Perhaps he already has.
However, through the mutters, you make out something that shocks you even more than the whole ordeal already does. You hear your name. Slip out his mouth.
Is he insane, you ask yourself. Your brain is fried. You slide on your slippers and make way to his door. Two clear knocks. “It’s me.” you call out. There’s a long silence. You can’t hear a thing. He is taking a while to get the door. You’re starting to panic, regretting knocking on his door for no reason. Maybe he was just thinking about someone with the same name? Maybe I’m thinking too highly of myself? What if he ignores me at his doo-
Before your last thought even finishes, the door is whipped open. Aki’s in his work clothes. Shirt buttoned up, pants straight. He looks like he literally just came home. But his shirt is freshly wrinkled, tucked in his pants in a rush. Cheeks rosy, skin dewy, his breath is short and panting. He doesn’t say anything. His steel blue eyes flicker with fear, guilt. And excitement. The silence answers enough of your questions.
You snap. You slowly press your hands into his chest, pushing him back into his home, and he lets you do. The door cleanly closes behind you. And you’re suddenly in a dark room.
“Did you call my name on purpose, knowing I might hear you?” you ask sternly as you drag your fingers across his chest.
He inhales sharply, and says almost in a whisper, “There was a chance you wouldn’t hear me. Another chance you’d do, but ignore me.” You step closer. “And another that’d you’d react to me calling your name.”
You laugh softly, “And you were the one complaining about me making noise?” You can hear him smile, relieved.
His fingers brush your arms, sending shivers down your spine, and admits, “When I heard you…”
“That got you hard? Mmh?” you caress just as gently his linen pants. You can feel him brick hard. “Did you know I was imagining all sorts of things with you ?” you tease. You can draw out his shocked expression in the night.
He pauses before asking, “What did you think about ?”
“Well, first… I thought about how you’d look like in your tight little boxers.” fingers undoing his silky button up, wrists grazing his nipples. The discarded shirt reveals a smooth chest. You can see it puff up with each inhale. It’s cute how hard he’s trying to control his breath, erratic before everything happening before his eyes. You caress his arms, tracing every line and definition, fingertip like a water drop trickling down his skin. His lips flatten, forbidding him from making any ungracious grunts. His eyes are locked on you, but you can feel them haze as you touch him. You play with the hem of his pants and catch sight of the boxers’ width band peaking through. You grin. His stomach rises up and down. His expression is expectant, he can’t wait for you to take them off. But instead, he’s suddenly deprived of your touch. You walk to his couch, plop yourself onto it, “Keep doing what you were doing before I came in.”
Aki is planted where he is. “Be good, and touch yourself.” you order. He gulps, and undoes his pants, dropping to pool around his ankles. You’re relishing in the sight. He looks even better than what you’ve imagined. He leaves his pants on the floor and rests on a chair. You have VIP full front view. Your intense stare only makes his cock harder. He rubs his clothed bulge as if it could release some tension. His hand finally dives in his boxer and gives his shaft a few pump. He seems incredibly sensitive, having to touch himself again before you. He inhales sharply as his strokes become more consistent. His cock is pulled out for more freedom. Your eyes can’t help but glimmer at the sight. It’s girthy, and just the right size. You're salivating. His face distorts as he rubs his angry red tip in his palm. Oh, how you’ve dreamt to see him finally break his permanent neutral expression. You simply cross your legs, lean back into the leather couch, and enjoy the show. Your panties are dripping wet at this point, if you were to stand up, it just might leak down your thighs.
“You are so handsome,” you praise, “so sexy, so good, so precious.” His eyebrows knit closer together at your words. His mouth hangs sluttily. He lasts a lot longer than you expect, and finally cums in his hand, not without a few quiet moans.
He’s knocked out from his climax. You walk over to him. You clean him up, straddle him, careful not to hurt him, and nest your ass on his welcoming lap. He cradles you in his arm before kissing you feverishly. Mouth open, lips glistening, tongue sliding.
“You’re a great kisser”, you manage to say between two kisses.
“Not as good as you”, he lets out quickly before taking you in again. You bite his lower lip and pull. He moans deliciously. You’re having the time of your life. And so is he. “I've liked you since the glass of water” he tells whilst still devouring your lips.
“Wait, really?” you pull away. He looks like he can't hear anything, wanting to kiss you again, but comes back to his senses.
“Yes, and I'd go crazy when you'd open the door in those shorts” he says as he plays with the hem of them.
“What, you perv'! Did you knock on my door in the middle of the night just for that?” you hit his chest jokingly.
"No, you really were making a ruckus. Were you rearranging your furniture every night ?" The both of you laugh.
You recompose yourself as you lift up your shirt and uncover your chest, “I also thought of you fondling my tits”. He’s almost drooling. He blows on your chest. The cold air makes you wince. His hands hovers them, feathering your erect nipples. Soon, he’s kneading your boobs harshly, his long fingers sinking into the softness. You buck back your hips into him and hold onto him tighter. His mouth latches onto them. He sucks, bites, licks, and sucks them more. You can’t believe your tits are getting violated by your neighbour. You add a “Finger me, too.” to his task list. He doesn’t miss a beat and snakes his hand down your belly to your thigh before coming back to your pussy. You can feel him smiling against your breast as his fingers are immediately coated in your arousal. You tell him how you want to be touched: one finger in whilst the hand slams against your clit. He promptly gets the memo and starts fucking your walls exactly how you like it. Your moans are already slipping out. His mouth and hands all work hard to please you. You bury your face in his hair. It smells like shampoo. You rejoice. He even smells nice. You’re starting to feel your high coming. Walls tightening, heart rate skyrocketing. But you immediately command him to stop. His body freezes. You tell him, “I will fuck you till you can’t stand”. He can’t tell if it’s a threat or a promise, but he can’t wait.
He rubs his dick against your pussy, coating it with your arousal, before angling it at your entrance. You sit down slowly on him and feel your walls stretch deliciously around his juicy cock. He whips his head back in pleasure. As soon as you adjust to him, you begin bobbing up and down on his lap and fucking him good. Lewd sounds and wet slaps bounce on the room’s walls. You can feel your high coming up again, and this time you will cum hard on his dick. You increase your pace, willingly overstimulating him, using him like a living dildo. Aki is holding onto dear life. His length scrapes your insides so good, your walls clench around him as you ride out your high. He keeps chanting your name as quietly as he can when he finds himself on the edge of his high too. He's bucking up his hips into you, plundering your pussy. You're cumming a second time with him. Your walls are clenching so hard around his dick. His moans turn into whimpers, soft mewls, gibberish flowing out his mouth as he slowly pumps into you and fills you with his cum.
“Ah- Fuck… Fuck me.” His cheeks are flushed, almost feverish. His eyes are looking at your face, but man probably can’t register a thing. You kiss him chastely.
“We’re nowhere near done, boy”, you smile.
it's difficult to create a sexy but not completely unrealistic scenario for strangers to lovers!
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I never needed such help / This is my SOS
(Content warning: self harm) (If you don't have a problem with that, huge Drillman essay under the read more lol)
When I said that I wanted to draw Drillman some more, this really wasn't what I had in mind.
This week, I've been shopping for music on various second hand sites, which made me realize I don't physically own one of my all time favorite albums: "Squaring The Circle" by Sneaker Pimps. I had to change that immediately. (As well as buying like 15 other CDs and vinyls, lol.) As I was listening to it once again, I realized just how much the song "SOS" reminded me of Drillman and his struggles.
If you don't want to look it up, here are some of the lyrics:
"I look much smaller seen from inside out/Far too small to see myself/Down on reflection, cast in hate and in doubt/Flawed and flaws I add myself"
"Oh mirror mirror hanging on the wall/Please just show me someone else/My hopes were low and I got so much so less/Nothing left to save myself"
Listen, this dude got some major problems with his self esteem. He feels like an embarrassment because he was forced into a life he never wanted by his father. Now he seeks revenge on the company that bought his families business, along with him and apparently his bodily autonomy. Think about that for a minute. How fucked would it be if your parents wanted you to be a doctor, but a requirement for that would be to have your hand surgically removed and replaced with a scalpel. That's the exact situation Drillman found himself in.
Now a lot of people probably think "Well why doesn't he just ask Dr. Light to give him a new pair of hands then, if he's this miserable?" This is where we get to one of Drillmans biggest problems: the refusal to ask for help in any way. And even after the finale of the season, why would he go to the Lights for help in the first place? Wasn't it Aki who thought the best way to help him through his problems was hypnotism? And in the process embarrassing him in front of the whole city, ruining the last bit of reputation he may have had? (For real though, that episode is so hard for me to watch. I just feel so so bad for him, since I really struggle with social anxiety myself.)
As the guys from the Youtube channel "The D-Pad" (who reviewed all of the MMFC episodes) fittingly commented: "This would be like fucking Vietnam for him." And they were right. Obviously, Drillman is horrified that Aki would humiliate him like this and lashes out, solidifying his opinion that asking for help is a bad idea.
In that episode, there's this one moment that really stuck with me. At around the 8 minute mark, while Drillman is having a breakdown over the terrible "music" Aki made him perform, there's this one shot where he takes a moment to look at the drills that replaced his hands in frustration. The camera perspective makes it seem as if we are experiencing this brief scene through his eyes. It's actually quite upsetting. (A link to the moment I'm talking about: youtu.be/OC_jdhoeTrE?si=ZPzAXu…)
This is also a perfect moment for me to gush over the voice acting for this scene. Andrew McNee did such a fantastic job of conveying Drillmans distress and anger through his voice. That reminds me, giving him a British accent was honestly such a good decision.
The reason he doesn't talk at all throughout most of his first appearance is probably because the writers wanted to surprise their audience a little. As in, you see this big, imposing construction robot and think "Oh man, what a brute. He probably has a pretty deep voice." And then he actually starts to speak and it's this sophisticated, well-articulated British voice instead. Quite the whiplash.
To get back to the original topic, I'm honestly still upset that they didn't give Drillman a redemption arc at the end of the show. This probably would have happened in season 2, as Mega Man even says at some point "I know deep down your inner bits are good", proving to me that the writers definitely had something in mind regarding Drillmans character arc.
And now that all of that is out of the way, we can finally get into headcanon territory.
You might have seen this image while browsing the tags and asked yourself, "Why is this Mega Man Fully Charged artwork littered with content warnings?" And well, now that you're here and reading this, you probably know why. I can't say I've ever made myself sick with a drawing before. That's a first for me.
My headcanon is, that after the finale of the show, Drillman is just utterly lost. Lord Obsidian, who sought him out specifically because he knew of Drillmans problems and offered him a place to stay and a way to get revenge on the people he thought responsible for his predicament, turned out to be a horribly racist human who was just using him to achieve his own devious goals. After getting his ass kicked by the Lights, the same people who had not only humiliated him in front of the whole city, but who had also left him stuck to his abusive father for an entire day (I bet that ride to the police station was horrible for all the people involved, most of all the police bots who had to hear the Drillmen yell at each other the whole time), Sgt. Night is detained by the police. We don't actually see what happens after that, because that's where the show ends.
I'd like to think that the Lights actually try to talk to the robot masters once everything is over, telling them all the horrible things their so-called "leader" has said and done. And most importantly, what he thinks of robots: That they're nothing but tools to him. That once they had gotten him his Mega key, he would have wiped their minds and turned them into mindless machines.
I'm guessing none of the robot masters would take these news well, but most of all Drillman. I think that after he ran away from Skyraisers Inc. and fought Mega Man for the first time, he was really relieved to have some place to stay and a new goal, maybe even a robot to look up to. That being Lord Obsidian of course. Who knows what lies he told Drillman and the others? Kinda sad that we never really got to see what the robot masters who stayed with Lord Obsidian did the entire day. When they weren't causing havoc in the city, that is.
None of them seemed really friendly with each other in the finale, now that I think about it. I guess "Obsidians robot sanctuary" wasn't really a great place to stay at after all. But still better than being homeless, like that one maniac living in the forest all by himself. Speaking of Woodman, in my AU, he and Drillman already knew each other at this point. This also reminds me of something I forgot to mention in my last post. While I'd love to see them interact in any way, because they're both my favorite characters, I don't ship them in any way whatsoever. I'd also like to think that Woodman and Drillmans father were schoolmates back in the day, maybe even friends? (I'm still holding onto those 30 years).
Anyway, after all the former robot comrades part ways, now without a leader, what was Drillman supposed to do? Once again betrayed by a trusted figure, feeling useless and without purpose, still with these stupid drills mounted to his body... Still too ashamed to ask for help. After all that has happened in the past few hours he begins spiraling, which ultimately leads him to make a very unfortunate decision. Trying to get at least some of the freedom in his life back, he attempts to get rid of the drills making up his body on his own, using the same tools that have haunted him all this time to finally rid himself of this burden.
He regrets this just seconds after, when he's left with an unresponsive limb, metal and wires exposed and oil splattered all over his orange plating. All he can do is stare at the stained drill in front of him in horror.
"I never needed such help/This is my SOS"
Jesus Christ that got dark. Sorry. I mentioned in my last post that Drillman possibly has really bad body dysmorphia, which I'm also trying to convey here. Don't worry, he really gets his hands back after this. Maybe the Lights find him after that and the good Doctor offers to fix him up. By which I mean not only his arm. Because apparently, Dr. Light also doubles as robot psychologist. I just really need Drillman to get his happy ending. He really really deserves it after everything he had to go trough over the course of the show.
I also need him to have a DJing redemption, besides the normal redemption. I've seen people headcanon that he exclusively likes classical music, but I personally don't believe that. He'd be the kind of music nerd who would say stuff like "I listen to everything" and then you look at his playlists and he actually listens to everything. Maybe not experimental noise rock, though. I can just imagine Aki and Suna helping him put on an actual show, this time without any hypnotizing bullshit, as a way for Aki to apologize for the dread he's caused Drillman during that incident. Drillman would be highly suspicious at first, but actually goes along with it in the end. Maybe they'd also take Fireman along, who Dr. Light also blessed with a brand new pair of hands. The punchline at the end would be that Drillman would have so much anxiety about embarrassing himself again, that he forgets to make an actual set list for the gig. In the end, he exclusively plays Lady Gaga songs, which no one complains about.
Alright then, enough yapping from me. I've really been writing this essay since 8pm. And now it's 2am. My god. I just have a lot of feelings about Drillman.
But now I really gotta go to bed. Stay safe peeps. I hope you actually read the content warnings. Jenny out.
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anon: Heyy your writing list said you write for chainsaw man. I would like to request Kishibe x reader where he falls for a new devil hunter that changed from the private sector to theirs and is new in their team now but has pretty good skills. Sorry if you don’t write for Kishibe! Thank you!!
Female Reader
Requests are open!!
TW: mentions of nsfw, alcohol, blood
Kishibe falling for you
He is a simple man. He loves booze and woman. If you are a woman, he will already start flirting with you, trying to get into your pants.
But he probably doesnt really care about you as a person. He feels indifferent about you. It takes him way more than just being a woman for him to really fall for you.
Even though he keeps flirting with random women, especially younger ones, i dont see him being into younger girls. He needs a woman in his life who he can have a serious conversation, few drinks and cigarettes with him before he fucks them brainless.
Thats why he probably doesnt think too much about you when you join his squad for the first time. You were cute, he cant deny it, but that was it.
He will probably tease you about being much younger than him - which probably just emphasizes how good you actually were. Its not easy to join the first division.
"Seems like you are the next baby i have to train." He teases you, smirking into his cup before taking a sip of his drink. You were both sitting at the bar in a shady restaurant, but none of you cared. You just wanted to have a few drinks before heading home, not knowing that Kishibe would also be there. "Might as well just start calling me master then."
"Thanks. But i'll stick to Kishibe." You answer, not even looking at him. "Im not a baby to train." You say before downing your drink and asking the barkeeper for a refill.
After a few days or even weeks he sees you fighting a devil, and he has to admit that you were a bit of all right. The way you effortlessly killed it? Your body being covered in its blood? Yeah, he was looking at you respectfully.
Somehow you two would become drinking buddies, after missions end you two would always go and grab a few drinks together and talk.
The first time he notices how his heart starts beating a bit faster is when you two were out, drinking again and talking about your lifes before joining the first squad. He liked you. He liked the way you talked, he liked your way of thinking, he liked the way you were moving your body. He really enjoyed your presence. He may be a grumpy grizzled old man, but he still has feelings and emotions. But Kishibe would never admit it that easily. No way, he has to tease you. Its his way of flirting.
You noticed his gaze on you during one of many nights you two shared together at a crappy bar. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask, looking up at him while waiting for your glass to get refilled by the barkeeper.
He cant help but smile gently, his cup on his lips, taking another sip of his whiskey before he answers with rolling eyes: "You annoy me. Next time Aki babysits."
"Hey??"
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This Week in BL - A Blah Week
May June 2023 Wk 1
Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.
Ongoing Series - Thai
La Pluie (Sat iQIYI) ep 6 of 10 - It’s so damn cute. Seme is still sus... but cute. I didn’t even mind the pratfall since they clearly both wanted to take advantage of it. These two are great kissers - like MaxTul level. I am PLEASED. Meanwhile, sides have a drunken MOMENT.
Be My Favorite (Fri YouTube) ep 2 of 10? - I’m enjoying it which is fucking with my head, trash watch here!
Luminous Solution (Sat Gaga) ep 2 of 6 - Dome has aged so pretty! Do we think the café owner doesn’t want him because he is happy in love? I’m enjoying the high school story arc a lot, and I wish we were just watching that and none of the others (Dome or no Dome). I finally figured it out the actor playing Mai is from Manner of Death.
The Promise (Weds YT & WeTV) ep 10fin - Soap opera brother relationship suddenly? Also more not communicating and more separation? Just bullshit. The best part of the ep was the interstitial cat. It feels like this show dragged on forever I am so glad it’s over and I intend never to think about it again. Full review below (although I pretty much just said it all.)
Step By Step (Tues WeTV & Gaga) ep 7 of 10 - no ep this week, no idea why. It better not be because of the ZeeNew freakszoids or I am banhammering with a will.
Our Skyy 2 (Bad Buddy & 1k*) eps 13-14 - skipped it this week as it concludes next week so I’ll binge all 4 at once.
Ongoing Series - Not Thai
Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 9 of 10 - It’s just so good. I say it every week but it IS. Oh the running of the gays trope! Japan1 For us? How thoughtful. Awe, Yutaka’s confession in tiny was the best. SMILEY KISS! It took 3 BLs but Inukai Atsuhiro has finally actually kissed a boy.
Star Struck (Korea iQIYI & Gaga) ep 5-6 of 8 - Oof this is such a hard show. Too much angst. It is a complicated story worth further analysis, but it’s too much for me and I don’t wanna dwell in it. Also, sweetie, you don’t get to cockblock the boy you rejected then invite him to sleep over, I don’t care how confused you are. Good for Hanjoon for standing up for himself, but holy shizz is this hard to watch.
Vian the series (Vietnam YouTube ) - Cats are not caretakers. The neighbor is a cutie. Fun convo for a VBL - top/bottom & everything. Faen fatale showed up + a pratfall kiss and frankly I’m finding this show a bit dull now that the charm of the initial premise has worn off.
Naked Dinner AKA Zenra Meshi (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 8 of 12 - I never know what to say about this one. This was the dark separation doom episode. I was pretty blah over it. I’m just not engaged with this show.
It’s Airing But ...
House of Stars (Thai Mon iQIYI) 12 eps - I bounced at ep 3. Will binge if told it is worth it at end.
Stay (Pinoy ????) 7 eps - It’s mostly in English and set in LA so I’m not bothering to hunt.
Let’s Eat Together AKA Aki wa Haru to Gohan wo Tabetai (Japan movie) cinema release means no inter distribution. Looks cozy: daily lives of college students and roommates who enjoy meals together, and a v codependent, adaptation of yaoi Let’s Eat Together Aki and Haru. I’ll keep an eye open for it but assume we can’t get it for now.
Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari no Hajimari no Asa (Japan Sun ????) ep 1 of 10 - NO ONE ASKED FOR THIS and no, I have no idea where to get it, why would I? (Say it with me everyone: Oh Japan, must you?*)
Ended this week
The Day I Loved You (Pinoy YouTube) ended. I have been reliably informed it’s better left a DNF.
My Story (Pinoy YouTube) ended. I bounced at ep 4. Someone tell me if I should bother with the rest?
Pure Vanilla (Singapore) - 10 min short on Gaga featuring a cafe, boss/employee, friends to lovers. It’s very sweet. Bit awkward acting. I love seeing real tats on my screen. I wish Singapore would give us a full proper BL. 7/10 RECOMMENDED WITH RESERVATIONS
The Promise (Thai YouTube) - Although well acted this show dragged a too simple premise out into the ultimate manipulative miscommunication repeats of idiotic "why don’t you just TALK!?” Phu & Nan are childhood bffs through college (almost lovers) until Phu disappears. After looking/waiting for him, Nan gives up and self isolates, and the actual story takes place 10 years later. Phu’s “reason” and inability to say it out loud makes the whole show just frustrating, squandering good chemistry, and a stellar cast of multiple faen fatals (whose personalities would’ve made them better boyfriends). Seriously do not bother. What a damn waste of talent, time, and electronic bandwidth. Fatally flawed. 4/10 NOT RECOMMENDED
Okay it ended a while ago but I finished it:
Make A Wish (Thai grey) - 6 part PNR (from Sammon - Manner of Death & Triage) about a doctor who can see the dead and strikes a bargain with a wish-granting irreverent tree angel - naturally they fall in love. Stars Fluke Natouch opposite not Ohm, but who cares bc Fluke has chemistry with everybody. Once again the Thai afterlife is incredibly bureaucratic but I enjoyed the premise and the unfolding of the story (it’s not predictable but still satisfying and with nice little twist). I like that the doctor is just gay af and has a fag hag bestie and everything. The cast is excellent but the comedic stylings are too overblown and tonally off. It had sad parts and did make me cry but is ultimately happy with a great sex scene, good smiley kisses, and all the agency. 8/10 RECOMMENDED
Next Week Looks Like This:
Starting:
6/7 Love Tractor (Korea iQIYI) 8 eps - announced in 2022 from WATCHA (Semantic Error) I've been WAITING for this one. About a stressed-out law student who family obligations force into the countryside where a series of strange encounters and misunderstandings with his hunky young farmer neighbour. Will this be an extended version of Strongberry’s Some More? Or Korea’s take on Restart After Come Back Home? I'm chuffed. Country boy meets city boy is a very underused romance trope in BL.
6/9 Boys Love Omegaverse AKA The Boys Love sequel no one asked for (Japan movie) - everyone jockeyed to release the first ABO but it looks like Japan will take it. They do like to do all things BL FIRST. This seems to just be borrowing the branding of Boys Love, showing little resemblance to either original, since it's about 4 men in an idol group. (But could go very dark with that title. Boys Love is technically the first and one of the darkest BLs ever made.) Movie+Japan = no inter distribution.
Still Coming June 2023
6/15 Tokyo in April AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa (Japan Gaga) 8 eps - Based on a yaoi, this is a reunion romance that takes place in an office. Japan does Our Dating Sim? Yes please.
6/22 About Us but Not About Us (Pinoy movie from 2022 on Prime) - A professor grieving the loss of his partner meets an ambitious literature student.
6/24 Why You (Khmer BL ????) - Billed as a horror romance, not sure if this is a movie or a series where it will air... nothing except that it exists.
6/24 Tie The Knot AKA Under the Same Sky (Pinoy movie on Prime) Trailer - I guess Prime is coming for our Pinoy BL? From OXIN Films (Rainbow Prince), announced for 2022 based on a true story, Briggs's family runs a bridal business but he has never had a chance to fall in love until he meets Shao, a groom to be.
6/25 Dinosaur Love (Thai iQIYI) Trailer 5 eps - from Ultimate Troop about a uni student, Rak, whose partner cheats on him with Rak's best friend. This gives bad boy hazer Dino an opportunity to hit on Rak at last. From The Yearbook people so I will not watch this as it airs. After Remember Me? Never again with them.
2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)
THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS
From Make a Wish.
Found my side dish. (Be My Favorite)
We asked this question literally the ENTIRE show. (The Promise)
My point exactly!
(last week)
Current Kpop earworm? BTOB on Killing Voice - honestly I’m ded, end this show, no one else can ever be this good.
#this week in BL#bl news#BL gossip#upcoming BL#new BL#BL june 2023#best BL#BL reviews#korean bl#thai bl#Japanese BL#live action yaoi#Rakutan Viki#gagaoolala#GMMTV#Vietnamese bl#Fluke Natouch#La Pluie#Luminous Solution#Manner of Death#The Promise reviewed#Bokura no Shokutaku#Star Struck the series#Vian the series#Zenra Meshi#Pure Vanilla#Singapore BL#Make A Wish reviewed#Love Tractor#Boys Love Omegaverse
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Crush | College! Aki Hayakawa
I was listening to this song and it reminded me of Aki enough to get me back into writing! Excuse me for getting back into the swing of things; hope you enjoy nonetheless :)
CONTENT INCLUDES: cursing, reader and Aki are both in college and devils don’t exist because I enjoy being happy, GN! Reader ♡
P.S. I love Ethel Cain and you should, too
♬ Good men die too, oh, I’d rather be with you ♬
Sharp winter wind whips at your nose, but doesn’t do enough to lift your half-lidded eyes. You’re trudging along to your first class, an 8am political science course that you could not bring yourself to get excited over. The only excitement you can muster up for the morning is a coffee incentive, as the campus Starbucks is right next door, and God knows you need it.
You stumble into the auditorium along with the other zombified college students around you; there’s no one you can recognize so far, so you catch a middle-row seat. Instinctively, you pull up the creaky lap desk from the side of the chair, and slump over, letting out a long sigh. Let’s try and stay awake this time, you tell yourself, staring at the blinding fluorescent lights above you in an attempt to keep your eyes from fluttering shut.
Just as you begin fighting yourself from a five-second nap, you hear the chair on the right of you squeak in response to a person sitting next to it. You jump a little and spring up from your slouched position to see a tall man with jet-black hair pulled haphazardly into a topknot. His eyes are an abyssal blue, and his expression is stoic enough to make you believe that he never smiles. He is much too focused on rearranging his belongings to notice you gawking at him just yet.
Oh fuck, he’s cute
Unfortunately, the attractive man catches you staring at him, to which he simply replies, “good morning” quietly, then opens his laptop. “Morning”, you mutter sheepishly under your breath, following suit in taking out your notes for the class. Suddenly, you’re fully awake for the entire lecture, even if it’s a simple syllabus explanation. Half of your attention is on the grade percentages, and the other half is making sure the handsome guy next to you doesn’t catch you slacking.
The class is over briskly; you can’t tell if it’s due to it being a syllabus lecture, or if you were on maximum overdrive the entire time. You go your separate way from the mysterious man, and on your way to the Starbucks you promised. Subconsciously, you’re hoping you miraculously run into the guy at the coffee shop; at the forefront, you curse your naivety that’s bringing you to fall for the first conventionally attractive man that sits next to you at your first class of the semester.
And then he appears right behind you in line as soon as you get there, as if you summoned him right then. You turn around to face him, praying that this coincidence will get him to spark conversation with you.
“Oh, hey. You were just sitting next to me, right?” He says before covering his mouth to yawn.
“Y-yeah, I was. Way too early of a class, guess we all thought to get coffee afterwards.” You awkwardly laugh while moving your hair to cover your red ears.
“God, yeah. Would not be taking it in person if it gave us the option. I’m Aki, by the way. You?”
You reply with your name before you both avert your eyes to the menu to order something. A bit of awkward silence ensues before Aki interrupts. “Do you have time to sit down for a bit? I haven’t gotten to know many new people yet”.
“Yeah, sure, I’m good until the afternoon,” you reply a bit too brightly, giving him a small smile. Truth is, you could have a class in 10 minutes and still give Aki the same answer.
“A black americano? With 4 shots?” You turn to Aki as you both walk to a pair of cushioned seats in the corner of the café.
“Hey, we’re both college students here, can you blame me?” He jokingly replies, and you chuckle. The two of you continue to talk for a good while, the usual college conversation starters being used along with some casual bits of humor added in on your behalf. You find out he’s 20 majoring in psychology, and hasn’t found a club he quite likes yet. “I wanted to join a cooking club, but I couldn’t find one on campus. Guess that would be pretty awkward to set up.”
The conversation goes on for much longer than you expected; you did not expect to click so well with a stranger, especially such an attractive one. He looks at his phone for the time, and sighs as he realizes it’s about time for his next class. “Ah shit, I should go”, he says, with slight disappointment following his words. “This was nice though, we should do this again.” He gives a small smile to you before standing up to throw his drink away. “See ya”, he gives you a small wave before swiftly going to the nearest door.
“See ya?” As in “see you the next time we have this class?” Your heart seems to hit your chest, and you can’t tell if it’s from the caffeine or excitement. You smile to yourself before getting up yourself and heading to your next destination, Aki on your mind the whole way.
♬I only want him if he says it first to me♬
The second day of your political science class rolls around the corner, far too slowly for your liking. After waking up much too early to get ready, you nearly speed-walk to class, slightly panting once you reach the building. After scolding yourself for allowing a man to influence such behavior, you head on over to the same seat you had sat in previously.
Much to your surprise, Aki is already present and unloading his backpack. He hears your footsteps nearby and looks up to nod at you. “Morning, Y/N” he greets you, and you take the seat next to him awkwardly. “Good morning, Aki”, you smile at him before pulling yourself away from his gaze. He is too damn pretty at this hour.
The 45-minute class period plays out as usual, except now you’re somehow even more awake than last time. You even find yourself taking the best notes you ever have, as if you’re trying to subliminally prove to Aki that you’re a wonderful, studious student. As soon as the professor ends the class, you find yourself scrambling to put your belongings away, gradually slowing down so as to not seem like a desperate lunatic. Once you stand up to leave, you turn to Aki on cue:
“So uh-“
“Coffee?”
“I’m down”
The voyage to Starbucks is, yet again, filling your heart with enough adrenaline to omit the need for caffeine. Nonetheless, you’re planning your coffee order out in advance in your head while discussing the homework with Aki.
“Are you one of those guys that gets the same thing every time?” You tease Aki as he takes his venti iced americano.
“Yeah, I know what I like, so what? At least I don’t get a Frappuccino in the morning”. Aki says the last part quietly, referencing the person behind you two that ordered a venti mocha cookie crumble Frappuccino. You chuckle before taking your order, smiling like an idiot all the way to the counter.
The conversation between you and Aki is a little more lively than the last, given that you’ve had a few days to assimilate to the early mornings. You even manage to get the slightest ghost of a smile from the stoic man next to you, and your heart hops at your achievement. For the next 30 minutes, the world around you phases out, and Aki is the sole member of your focus. You pray silently that this routine carries out for at least a little while longer; you’d wake up at ungodly hours if it meant looking forward to this afterwards.
“Ah, damn, it’s 15 minutes before my class”, Aki rolls his eyes at his phone, then proceeds to gather himself to exit the café. Before standing up, he stops for a second, then takes a pen out of his backpack. “Can I see your cup for a second?” he asks you, and you nod hesitantly. Then, he carefully scribbles something on your brown cup sleeve, before gently handing your drink back to you.
“My class ends at 10:50, let me know when you’re free, yeah?” He winks at you before briskly walking out the door. You immediately grab your cup, turn it over, and see a phone number written neatly in black ink on the side of the sleeve. Your cheeks and ears turn red with excitement, and you immediately add the number in your contacts.
9:45: It’s me, Y/N. I’m free after 5 ;)
Call it naivety, but you feel that this is going to be a great semester.
If you read this far, thank you! I have a part 2 queued up in my head if this gets enough love :)
#chainsaw man#csm#csm fanfic#aki hayakawa#aki hayakawa x y/n#aki hayakawa x reader#aki hayakawa fluff#anime fanfic#anime#this is my first fic in well over a year pls be nice to me#loopdelta#ethel cain
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Days Without You
TW: Major injury, blood, self hatred, extreme sadness, coma, hospitals
It wasn't supposed to be like this. Fuck, it wasn't supposed to be like this. That was the only thought that ran through Aki's head. The two of you had gone on a mission that went south. It wasn't supposed to be hard. Maybe it was because you were both distracted, in which case that would make this his fault. The two of you had been dating for three years, but the last month had been rough. You kept getting in arguments, you had a big fight right before the mission. You were telling Aki how sick you were of him, that he was too overbearing and over protective. "I can take care of myself!" You yelled at him, slamming his car door. Little did he know, moments later his world would be turned upside down. The Butcher devil. As if the world were playing some kind of sick joke, the devil got a handle of you. In the blink of an eye you had gotten cut up, and thrown around like a rag doll. Aki saw red. Was it because of his anger, or your blood? He couldn't tell, but it didn't matter. Aki slayed the devil and ran to your side. Your body was limp on the pavement, shallow breaths emitting from your mouth. His heart was pounding, his face felt numb. You weren't supposed to go like this. No, not before him.
Aki panicked, picking up your almost lifeless body. He carried you to his car and laid you down in the backseat and drove to the hospital. Any sane person would've waited for an ambulance, but Aki wasn't sane. He knew he could get you the hospital faster than any ambulance would've. As he drove, you slipped in and out of consciousness.
Aki could hear you mumbling every so often, "Cold... Aki I'm so cold..."
Aki had always been levelheaded, but in this moment he could feel himself breaking. You were his rock, his best friend, his person. By the time you arrived to the hospital, you were completely unconscious. Blood stained his black leather seats. The car smelled so much of Iron, Aki swore he could taste it. He brought you through the hospital doors and shouted, watching doctors take you away on a stretcher. He tried to go after you, but the staff wouldn't let him. They held him back as his eyes slowly lost sight of you, your mangled body becoming nothing but a blur of colors behind his tears.
Aki paced the waiting room for hours as you were being worked on. The whole time his mind was spinning different scenarios. What he could've done different, what he could've done to prevent this. This was his fault. No matter how he tried to spin it, it was always his fault. He should've been there for you.
Eventually a doctor came back to speak to him, snapping him out of his trance. "Y/N is finally in a room resting, we gave them blood and did scans. They were cut up pretty bad and had some brain hemorrhaging but we were able to stop it. Everything looks to be normal now. They should wake up soon if you would like to see them." The doctors voice echoed through Aki's ears. He heard the doctor, but his voice sounded far away. None of this felt real. Aki nodded and followed the doctor through corridors, passing rooms of other people with loved ones waiting hand and foot.
He came upon your room and the doctor pulled back the privacy curtain, revealing your motionless body on the hospital bed. You had never looked so frail before. IVs and tubes were hooked up to your body, making you look like a sick science experiment. No, you weren't supposed to look like this. This wasn't you. It couldn't have been, because if it was that meant Aki had failed. Failed in protecting you. Failed in keeping you safe.
The doctor excused himself, shutting the door behind him quietly. The room was completely silent and empty now, save you and Aki, and the incessant beeping on the monitor proving, showing that you were alive, no matter how much it looked like you weren't. Aki opened his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. There was nothing he could do or say to make things better. And that hurt most of all. Aki wanted to take all your pain away, drain it from your body. That's all he ever wanted to do. Aki stared at you. He wanted to crawl into bed with you, pull you close, but you looked so fragile. He pulled up a chair and sat next to you, grabbing your hand. "Y/N-" he croaked out. He was met with silence, and the beeping monitor. Aki squeezed your hand and stared at you.
Tears streamed down his face as he watched your chest rise and fall. Aki sat there for hours waiting for you to wake up. But you never did. Days and nights passed, and you lay there, looking as if you were in a peaceful dream. Aki barely left your side. He would go on missions and clean himself up, but then return as soon as he could to you. The doctors didn't have the heart to tell him visiting hours were over, so they could only offer a small smile each time he walked through the door. Aki would bring you flowers each time he noticed the previous ones were wilting. They sat on the table beside you, so they would be the first thing you saw when you woke up.
Aki spoke with the doctor and it seemed like you had slipped into a coma. He couldn't explain why as it seemed you were fine.
Sometimes this happens he said. If someone isn't ready to wake up, they won't.
Aki's heart ached at that. Why weren't you ready? Couldn't you see he was right here for you? And you could. You could hear him faintly. His voice echoed in your mind, but all you could see was black. You wanted to wake up, you begged your body to. But it wouldn't. You could hear Aki when it was just the two of you.
His voice sounded solemn, telling you things you wanted to hear. "I love you. I miss you."
You wanted to grab him and shake him, tell him "I know! I love you too!" But you couldn't.
Sometimes you heard other people visit, but Aki was always there. You could hear their voices bounce around your room. After they left, Aki would sit next to you. You could hear his weeping, him begging you to wake up.
"I know. I'm trying Aki, I'm trying. Can't you see that? I'm trying." You wanted to cry out.
Aki would talk to you about everything, what you were missing, your family. Sometimes he would apologize. "I know I'm probably the last person you want to see, but I'm here. And I'll be here until you tell me you don't want me to be." He said.
You yearned for him. Your arguing was stupid. None of that mattered anymore. All you wanted was him. Aki just wanted you to wake up, so he could see your beautiful eyes. Hear your laugh. See you smile. You were still hooked up to everything. You were half you and half wire, but you were as beautiful as ever to him.
It was starting to get colder, the wind brushing the trees until they were naked. Every time Aki visited he would tuck in your blanket for you, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. His thumb caressed your hand, hoping that would be the day your eyes finally opened.
"When you wake up, I'll get you out of here. We'll go somewhere new. We won't have to do this anymore. We can get normal jobs and a small apartment. You'll be safe." Aki said.
His voice sounded so full of hope. As he spoke he watched the first snow fall outside your window. Snow was never his favorite, it reminded him too much of his little brother. But once he met you that all changed. Your love didn't stop the pain, but it muffled it. Now that you weren't around, the pain from his past grew louder, so loud it was deafening. His mind replayed the events from his childhood, and from the mission you got hurt on. He should've protected both of you. That was his job. His sole purpose in life, and he couldn't even do that.
He lost count of how many days had passed. It was another cold afternoon. Snow was falling and blanketing the hospital surroundings. Aki had been in your room for the past three hours, watching the window. Black bags hung from his eyes, evidence of all the sleepless night he had since you got hurt. He clutched your hand as he watched the snow. Your finger twitched in his hand and his head shot out of his daze, staring down at your hand.
"Y/N- did you?" He started.
Your finger wiggled again, tickling his palm. It was real. It was happening. You were finally waking up. His eyes widened as he stared at you. Your eyes fluttered open, unfocused and trying. They settled on Aki, the love of your life. Aki fumbled and leaned over you, holding you tight.
The breath was knocked from your lungs, but you didn't care. You needed him closer. All you could feel, smell, see was Aki. His scent filled your chest, a mixture of mint and cigarettes. You had always wanted him to quit, but Aki found himself smoking more than ever when you were out. It was one of the only things that soothed him.
Sobs heaved through Aki's body as he held you close. He had a million things he wanted to say, but he couldn't speak. Every time he tried the words would get caught in his throat. But you knew how he felt. Your weak arms lifted up to wrap around his neck, pulling him down closer. "I love you Aki." Your voice croaked out. "I love you too Y/N." Aki choked out, holding you tight. He was never letting you go again. Not ever.
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Here’s some Shinji hcs I have made that I wanna share:
Shinjiro doesn’t know Jack shit about technology. Put him in front of a computer and turn your head for one second and the things making some cursed dial up sounds and definitely broken. He’d probably call remotes clickers. He just can’t keep up with these new fangled devices!
Hes autistic because get real like I’m gonna let him escape my grasp without making him autistic. But in particular hes the bad at eye contact kinda autistic, he’s often looking at his shoes when walking, off to the side when he’s being edgy, and in an upper corner when he’s nervous. And socially he is very much a cat he doesn’t wanna talk too much but he will just sit in the corner of the room while everyone else is talking. Hed definitely mask a lot and repress a lot of stims but one that always comes out is nail biting, he’s a big nail biter
Shinjiro just seems like he’d like to read and in particular hed read jane austin and he’d absolutely freak out if anyone found out lol. Like he hates school, it’s never clicked for him, but when he’s on his own I think he’d enjoy reading to pass time and idk he just gives strong jane austin energy
He sews he knows his fucking way with the needle your honor
Shinjiro was always secretly really jealous of Mitsuru cuz she has a motorcycle and he thinks it’s the coolest thing ever but he was always too afraid to ask if he could ride it. He will one day though don’t worry!
I really like nonbinary Shinji like he’s kinda insecure about his more feminine interests but the sees gang is pretty supportive so he eventually gets comfortable enough and he may wear nail polish or long skirts. He’s also definitely the type to have always been really defensive over his long hair like as a kid whenever his hair was cut he’d just be really upset over it and whenever someone comments on his hair being too long Akihiko is like 😤. And in general I think Shinji just doesn’t feel connected to gender hes just like get this thing away from me lol
If he doesn’t become a cook I like to imagine him becoming a vet
He has a really hard time saying no to the sees gang like if he’s one on one he can with great strength but if more than one of them are in the room absolutely not they all give the biggest puppy dog eyes and he thinks they’re adorable it creates lots of highjinks
When Ken talks about his favorite superheros and mangas Shinji tries to be supportive but he literally has no clue what this kid is talking about
Throwing in some akishinji teehee they both wanna be the strongest one in the relationship it creates lots of petty arguments but Akihiko definitely would pick up Shinji super dramatically bridal style and Shinji would hate it but secretly like it at the same time. He wants to be the strong one he wants to be the one to take care of Aki but also Aki is so strong 🫣
Throwing in some shinjifuuka too Shinji thinks Fuuka is the cutest person he’s ever met he just wants to scream but he can’t do that he can’t emote so he just sits there silently dying inside while Fuuka meows at the wall. I also think when he was on the streets and heard those people bragging about bullying Fuuka he kicked ass about it cuz yo fuck those people man they suck and Shinji wouldn’t put up with that, especially not once he actually meets Fuuka. Like I don’t think he’d try to pick fights as much after the coma and I don’t think he would if he was with Fuuka cuz she wouldn’t want him to fight people but before that yeah he’d definitely be pretty pissed. Also I think Fuuka is a knitter and Shinji is a sewer so they bond over that and make clothes for each other Fuuka makes Shinji a cutesy frog beanie and he’s like tch whatever 🥺 but definitely wears it and he’s really embarrassed its cute
#persona#persona 3#shinjiro aragaki#most of this is stuff thats gonna be in my shinji fic but i just REALLY WANTED TO TALK ABOUT HIM NOW OKAY#hes my funny bunny silly rabbit ultimate blorbo
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